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Of course he needs him. Charles needs Max Verstappen like he has always needed Max Verstappen, like he will always need Max Verstappen. Charles needs Max like the air he breaths, like the water he drinks, like the gravity that steadies his feet. There is no Charles without Max, and no Max without Charles. Planet Earth only survived sixteen days of Max without bringing Charles into the world too. Planet Earth is so much stronger than him. A thin red string tied around the foot of a chubby blonde baby boy laying in a crib in Hasselt, running across rivers and valleys and fields, through Belgium and Luxembourg and the freezing cold Alps, knotting and twisting until it found itself looped around the ankle of a squalling, red faced baby boy in Princess Grace Hospital, Monaco. And then little Charles had looked at him across a wet karting circuit and that string had knotted tight, but he hadn’t understood the feeling at the time. Fate screaming at him that there, right there, that is your soulmate, and you will love him until the day that you die. You have to. You have no choice. -- or, a lestappen soulmate horror au

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