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Im not saying they look like each other’s pets but…
THEY TOTALLY LOOK LIKE EACH OTHER’S PETS RIGHT???
#DO YOU SEE THE VISION#like the colouring and everything#jimmy and sassy basically have charles’ eye colour#but their personalities match their own pets#it all just started w charles naming the puppy leo and calling him fast and brave#now i cannot unseeeee#lestappen#f1#formula 1#charles leclerc#cl16#max verstappen#1633#ferrari#mv33#mv1#is this a delulu connection#yes#but am i thriving in this delusion#totally#feel free to join me#the water’s warm#leo leclerc#jimmy sassy verstappen
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i just finished and that's how i foksmashed dad's championship trophy and i wanted to drop by and let you know how much i adored it!! it's so cute and i think you captured sassy's voice (or literally any other cat's lmao) perfectly. the concept was perfectly executed and i love how charles eventually won her over. 10/10 would read again to cheer myself up when ferrari inevitably fucks charles' strategy up. thank you for blessing us and i hope you have a great day 💖
Thank you so much! Aww you're so sweet. I had way too much fun writing as Sassy. 😸 And yep, it's Charles - how could he not win her over by the end? 😜
Here's a snippet to cheer you up when Ferrari inevitably fucks our weekend (please let this be a reverse jinx):
No matter how many hints she dropped ("Leaving fecal matter on his clothes is not a hint," disputed Jimmy with a disapproving frown. "Dad is going to make you take those nasty probiotics again!"), Pappje just did not seem to get the hint. She would scratch up one pair of his hideous jeans, and the next day, it would be replaced by three more - each one more hideous than the one she destroyed. At some point, she was worried that they were reproducing in his closet, spawning ever more ugly offspring jeans.
It was aggravating, to say the least. Max had her spayed, which was just unfair because whatever offspring she could have had would have been ten times more attractive than those ... unspeakable textile disasters.
Most infuriatingly, Pappje thought she was the one in need of medical attention - suggesting to Max every so often that they needed to change her diet, see the vet, and so forth because of her "accidents." She wanted to howl that her bowels were just fine, thank you very much, but he was the one who needed his eyes checked!
She was working on her latest project, clawing fiercely at a pair of paint-splattered jeans, mewling with satisfaction as her tiny claws tore small streaks in the fabric when the closet door slid open. Oh no -
Dad had caught her red-pawed.
"Hey, hey," rebuked Max, dropping to his knees to reach for the fabric. "None of that."
Max tried to gently tug the garment out from under her paws. She hissed in protest, clinging on despite his superior strength. Why doesn't he understand? She huffed in frustration. She was only trying to help Charles. He deserved better than these ghastly outfits!
"I know what you're trying to do, snoepje."
She blinked at Max in confusion.
He teased her under the chin. Reflexively, she purred into his palm.
"But if we love him," whispered Dad, rubbing her patiently across the whiskers, "and of course we do - then we love all of him."
Oh.
"Ugly jeans included."
She considered it for a moment. It was Charles who always brushed her hair with the gentlest comb, played piano lullabies for her during scary thunderstorms, and baked her favourite mackerel treats.
Lowering her head and feeling a little silly and contrite, she mewled in understanding and allowed the odious pants to slip out of her claws. Max patted the top of her head.
"It's sweet how much you try to look out for him. But maybe no more pissing and shitting on his stuff, okay?" Dad tickled her slumped form. "He suggested a colonoscopy for you the other day -" He chuckled at her alarmed squeak. "After I refused to spend €2000 on that, he accused me of not caring enough about you and said he would pay for it himself."
No, no - please, anything but that! The neighbour's terribly basic tabby cat got one last year, and it took weeks for his gassiness to clear up! She pawed and licked at Dad's hand in supplication.
"Don't worry -"
Max's reassurance was cut off as another head poked into the closet.
Charles beamed at them, sliding into the small space with Jimmy purring at his heels.
"There you are."
Sassy blinked at the sight before her and - well, she needed a moment to recover. Pappje was wearing ... what was to-date his most abominable combination of clashing colours and patterns. She suppressed the hairball that her gag reflex threatened to upchuck.
"Well, what do you think?" asked Charles, gesturing to his outfit with an eager smile.
Sassy emitted a small cough. (She was quite proud of herself.) She shot a sideways glance at Max, who to his credit, smiled indulgently back at Charles.
Pappje blinked expectantly at them.
Remembering how pleasantly warm it felt to wake up curled up against Pappje's chest that morning - and not to mention, the stack of allergy pills in the bathroom with Charles' name on them, the ones he took every day over the alternative of banishing her and Jimmy out of their bedroom - she knew exactly what to do.
She meowed her approval loudly.
It was utterly worth it as he smiled widely at her and pressed a light kiss to the tip of her nose. It didn't even matter that he then did the same to Jimmy, just so he wouldn't feel left out. She licked his thumb affectionately.
"You look perfect," added Max, and thus received his kiss too, a little longer and a little more lingering, but never mind because Sassy got hers first.
When Charles pulled away, Dad shot Sassy a wink - a perfectly executed one that Pappje was never able to mimic - and mouthed to her: It's our little secret.
She sighed contently. Anything for Pappje.
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(end)
P.S. Charles' clothes are not that hideous, but Sassy's formative years were spent learning fashion sense from Max.
P.P.S. Pappje = Charles. Dad = Max.
(original fic)
#charles leclerc#max verstappen#lestappen#lestappen fic#*#my fic#elle.ask#anon#and that's how i ruined pappje's entire wardrobe#jimmy and sassy
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I mean—
Im not saying they look like each other’s pets but…
THEY TOTALLY LOOK LIKE EACH OTHER’S PETS RIGHT???
#do you see the vision#like the colouring and everything#jimmy and sassy basically have charles’ eye colour#but their personalities match their own pets#it all just started w charles naming the puppy leo and calling him fast and brave#now i cannot unseeeee#lestappen#f1#formula 1#charles leclerc#max verstappen
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Im not saying they look like each other’s pets but…
THEY TOTALLY LOOK LIKE EACH OTHER’S PETS RIGHT???
#do you see the vision#like the colouring and everything#jimmy and sassy basically have charles’ eye colour#but their personalities match their own pets#it all just started w charles naming the puppy leo and calling him fast and brave#now i cannot unseeeee#lestappen#formula 1#f1#charles leclerc
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