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Lucky Charm
Max Verstappen x male!reader Request
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Warnings: making out, alcohol, don't drink and drive ya'll
Summary: after meeting Max for the first time, when you were still children, you finally meet him again at the one race, where he could win it all...
Requested by Hideto-san on Wattpad
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I remembered it perfectly. The first time I met him. Max Verstappen. We were both young back then. He probably didn't even remember, but I did. Max already showed Talent back in his days of Karting. I was nothing against him, I don't remember one day where he wasn't showing brilliance. So, while Max went into Formula 1 and joined the Red Bull Racing team as a Driver, I joined the Team as a PR assistant. And I liked my job, even though I rarely got to see any of the drivers.
But today was a big day. It was the Japanese GP, Max could make it today, he could win his second title. Everyone was excited, but no one let it show. The team seemed as cool as ever. I was glad that I could be able to be at the Red Bull Garage today.
But it was still time, until the race started, so I walked around the paddock a little bit. As always, it was full of all different kinds of people, mechanics, drivers, journalists, celebrities. Pretty much every kind of person could be found here.
"Y/N?"
I turned around, as I heard my name. I smiled, as I realized who it was.
"Daniel!", I answered, while the Australian pulled me into a brief hug.
"How have you been, mate?", he asked while patting my shoulder.
"Oh you know, there are always ups and downs, but I love my job and I wouldn't change it for the world", I grinned, as we walked around the paddock together.
"Oh, I agree on that", Danny nodded.
"How's Max? He must be excited for today", He added.
"Oh yeah, but he doesn't show it, you know how he is.", I agreed.
Danny smiled at that, before pointing his finger at someone behind me.
"Speaking of the devil...", he smiled.
I turned around. And Daniel was right. There he was, none other than Max Verstappen himself. He seemed to notice that we were looking at him, as a smile rose to his features and he walked over to us.
"Hey mate", Danny smiled and gave Max a small hug.
"Hey, Danny", he replied, before looking at me.
"Nice to see you, Y/N", Max smiled.
To be honest, I was surprised that he remembered my name. After all, he had a pretty busy schedule and the Red Bull had lots of PR people.
"Pleasure", I answered.
While walking down the paddock together, the three of us started to chat away about anything and everything and as it was time for Danny and Max to get into the cars, I gave both of them a hug and wished them good luck, especially Max though. He could win today, after all.
"Thank you", Max smiled and looked at me,"Maybe you're gonna be my Lucky charm."
I was perplexed for a moment, until I realized what he just said.
"Uh, I hope so.", I replied awkwardly, but Max only smiled and nodded at me, before making his way towards his car.
What had just happened? Did he flirt with me? No, that's impossible! But, what else could it mean?
I was so perplexed, that I almost walked into Christian Horner on my way to the garage. I apologize quickly, before finding my seat and settling down quietly. Now, it was time to race. Hopefully, Max would make it...
I couldn't believe it. He won. He actually won. Max Verstappen was the World Champion of 2022. The shouting and screaming of the Red Bull team was incredible, as everyone waited for him, to get out of his car and jump into the teams' arms.
I watched in delight, as he hugged his mechanics and Christian. Everyone was laughing, crying, smiling. It was a roller-coaster of emotions.
After a few minutes, Max seemed to notice me. I smiled and waved at him, as he came over. He leaned forward and pulled me into a hug. My cheek pressed against his helmet and he hugged me wildly.
"You really are a lucky charm!", Max laughed and patted my shoulder. I felt the redness creep onto my cheeks, as I smiled at him sheepishly.
"Anytime.", I smiled. I watched, as Max eyes started to glow under his helmet.
"From now on, you're coming to every race", He smiled.
"I would love too", I chuckled.
Max turned around briefly, as he was called to weighting.
"I'll see you after the award ceremony", he smiled and hugged me again, before walking away. I smiled at him. He actually did it. He actually won. And he still seemed so humble. It was unbelievable.
A few hours later, everyone had calmed down again a little bit. People were indeed celebrating Max' win and you rarely saw anyone without a alcoholic beverage in their hand.
I was talking to Danny, who I had walked into again earlier. He congratulated me on the win for the team and somehow, we ended up in an endless conversation again.
"Y/N"
"He seems to 'run into you' pretty often today", Danny mumbled, as we heard Max' voice coming closer to us.
I grinned at his comment, the alcohol in my system made me a little bit more confident.
"Hey Max", I smiled and turned around, as the World Champion finally reached us.
"Hy", He said. Daniel immediately seemed to understand the situation, as he excused himself, so that Max and I were left alone.
"I just wanted to thank you again", Max said, while leaning closer, due to the noise around us.
"Like I said, I'm always at your service", I smiled at him.
A grin rose to Max features, as he leaned even closer. I could hear his voice right next to my ear.
"Always?", he whispered.
I looked at him. He was so close, I could smell the alcohol coming from his lips.
I only nodded, not sure if I could form a coherent sentence.
"Say Stop and I'll stop.", Max mumbled, before he started kissing my neck.
My eyes closed, as I felt him pull my closer by my wrist. His lips felt hot on my skin and it didn't take him long to find my sweat spot. A small moan left my lips, as I felt how he left a small hickey.
Max looked back up at me. His eyes seemed to sparkle with desire. It was something, I had never seen before. It was like his whole personality changed at once.
"How about we go to my hotel room?", Max asked.
"Really? You wanna leave your own party?", I chuckled.
"I wouldn't mind", he grinned.
"Me neither.", I smiled and grabbed his hand,"I'd like to be your lucky charm."
"Oh don't worry", May smiled as we walked over to his car, "You already are."
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#max verstappen#formula 1#mv1#mv33#f1#red bull f1#f1 weekend#red bull racing#dutch gp 2023#dutch grand prix#orange army
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my favourite pair of eyes 😍😍
LET'S RACE BABY🏎️
#max verstappen#mad max#red bull racing#Red bull#netherland#Dutch gp#zandvoort#orange army#love#beautiful#smile#happy#hot#sexy#amazing#awesome#gorgeous#happiness#f1#formula one
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Just look at that crowd! I’ve never seen so many Papaya fans in one place before!
#dutch gp 2023#I KNOW they’re not mclaren fans i just couldn’t hold back haha!#if lando loses today it will be orange on orange crime#the music was so beautiful#it was like i was watching a ball not a f1 race#also the footybyte stream stopped working so i found a new one called streameast.top#this one doesn’t lag as much
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I was gonna make a post to congratulate us on surviving Summer Break, but this year was incredibly uneventful
#I was also going to make a 'yay it's race week post' but it's Zanvoort 😭#(absolutely no disrespect to any Dutch moots I may have; my discomfort is squarely aimed at the Orange Army)#Formula 1
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undercover verstappen | charles leclerc social media au
pairing: charles leclerc x fem verstappen!reader
get you a girlfriend who will threaten mutiny to get you a seat at a competent team
based on this request: HI BABES I HOPE YOU ARE WELL! I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM!
So basically I have an idea for a (possible?) Smau series, so basically it's Charles leclerc × verstappen!reader, she is a reserve driver for redbull but is also maxs race engineer (idk if you call it that? The person that talks to them that one) so she's very involved with the team and f1 in general. The public doesn't know that her and Charles are dating, and they don't even think it as Charles and max "hate" eachother (they are both doing this to protect readers and Charles relationship, they are actually besties) and basically, reader has enough if ferraris tractor, so she's like 'I will get you too redbull' and then checo retires at the end of the 2023 season, and instead of taking the job when she was offered it, she asks if Charles could have it (obviously not publicised) and Christian is like "Yes very good idea" so he asks Charles who is uncertain at first but is then OK with the idea (he is worried about becoming a second driver to max but there is lots of reassuring that he won't be nd so he accepts) and then he goes on to win 2024 wdc (and wcc but irrelevant) and he's sad that he couldn't do it with ferrari
omg that's long sorry babes - @lillians-world-is-f1
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redbullracing: checo has informed the team that he will be retiring from the sport at the end of the 2023 season. we thank checo for his service and all the good times, he will forever be a legend of this sport. VAMOS CHECO 👏
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user1: EXCUSE ME?
user2: they really thought they could drop this on a monday and we'd all be chill
maxverstappen1: i've heard tequila tastes even better when you're retired, congrats mate - we'll miss you
user3: wait does this mean it'll be double verstappen on the grid now?
user4: there's more than one of them?
user5: max's sister is the girl you'll hear on his radio and she's technically the reserve driver as well. so she might step up to the second seat now checo has retired
user6: idk about you but that spells trouble to me
yourusername: congrats checo! will miss you, carola and all the little ones x
schecoperez: you won't be able to get rid of them that easily, i'll be cashing in on some well earned babysitting hours
yourusername: can't wait !!!
user7: what i'm hearing is that there's a chance for a daniel return to red bull?
user8: double verstappen or maxiel i don't want to choose they're both my children
user9: i'm making an outside shout for a charles leclerc red bull era
user10: i am seeing the lestappen vision
user11: my personal headcanon is that both verstappens and charles are all besties and have always been besties
christianhorner: thank you for your service checo, first drink on me 👍
user12: i know christian is sweating having to make a choice between child no 2 y/n and child no 3 daniel
user13: idk i think daniel might have the edge
user14: if geri or max have anything to do with it we might have a team so dutch that the car will be orange next season
user15: christian punching the walls cause lando extended his mclaren contract literally last week 😭
EXCERPT OF RECORDING OF THE RED BULL GARAGE, ABU DHABI
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yourusername: verstappens take the city
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user18: i just know they are simultaneously the best people to party with but also the people you probably don’t want at a house party
yourusername: i’ll have you know i once plunged a toilet at a house party and disposed of a “sick sandwich” i am a DELIGHT
user19: and max?
yourusername: no comment
maxverstappen1: as if ! i don’t care if we’re blood im suing you for slander
yourusername: i watched you volley a vase at AD21
maxverstappen1: i paid for it !!! and you said it was a sick shot anyway FAKE
yourusername: you can say that cause personally i was not at fault of any of my actions that night x
user20: PLEASE MA'AM AT LEAST ONE SEASON OF DOUBLE TROUBLE PLEASE
user21: idk if i could deal with seeing jos verstappen every weekend tho...
user22: obsessed with how neither verstappen follow charles but here he be in her notifications again
user23: someone add it to the interaction spreadsheet i am CONVINCED it will one day lead to more
landonorris: lando norris erasure once again
user24: DID YOU WRITE THAT NOTE???
landonorris: hell no i'd rather peel my skin off than call the three raccoons disguised as a woman pretty
yourusername: good gosh we would've got the point without all of that
maxverstappen1: yeah lando only i'm allowed to call y/n the raccoons in a trench coat. know your place.
user25: so you do wanna tell us who wrote the note then?
yourusername: nope ;p
user26: only y/n and max have been spotted out so maybe it's just brotherly love
user27: LOL? MAX? BROTHERLY LOVE?
danielricciardo: invite seemed to get lost in the mail again
yourusername: either get a room or get out of my comment section
maxverstappen1: ???
user28: no maxiel red bull again. i don't think y/n's blood pressure can take it
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f1: ready to see them as teammates? charles leclerc has signed a deal with red bull to keep him at the team until 2028.
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user29: excuse me *clears throat* WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK
redbullracing: welcome charles!!! no inchidents please
charles_leclerc: will we ever hear the end of that joke?
redbullracing: we know what the girlies want charles
maxverstappen1: you get used to it after a while. no ice bath thirst traps here though
charles_leclerc: phew 😥
user30: this little hoe pretending he didn't love it
user31: wait ??? does this mean what i think it could mean? GIRLFRIEND?
user32: i can't take leaving ferrari and a girlfriend in one day sorry
yourusername: welcome to the team charles :)
user33: don't think we forgot about the recording babe... IS THIS WHO YOU RECOMMENED?
danielricciardo: it better not be because if you recommended your lil boyfriend over sexy ol' me i'm gonna be real mad 😭
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user34: WE SAW THAT WHAT THE FUCK
maxverstappen1: daniel you are so fucking dumb
yourusername: MAX? IGNORE IT?
maxverstappen1: bro it's all over twitter you might as well take the moment to curse out daniel before christian confiscates our phones
yourusername: DANIEL JOSEPH RICCIARDO YOU RAT BASTARD I'M GONNA RIP WHATEVER REMAINING HAIR YOU HAVE LEFT AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR SURPRISINGLY PERKY ASS. IF I HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT YOU AND YOUR CHILD BEARING HIPS WILL NEVER GET CLOSE TO A RED BULL EVER AGAIN FOR EXPOSING A SECRET US THREE HAVE KEPT FOR SEVEN FUCKING YEARS
charles_leclerc: what she said
maxverstappen1: oop.
user35: well. can we keep going this is quite fun.
christianhorner: they're all in time out sorry
user36: okay well now that happened... when can we get "who knows me better my boyfriend or my brother" lestappen version 🤨
charles_leclerc: i would wipe the floor with him
maxverstappen1: of course you would you BIG FAT NERD
charles_leclerc: i thought christian took your phone?
maxverstappen1: as if he doesn't fall for the verstappen puppy dog eyes every time
charles_leclerc: you'll use them for me right babe, RIGHT BABE?
yourusername: idk charlie, this is family business
christianhorner: i've taken their phones again
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yourusername: my favourite men in the world doing what they do best
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user37: take me out back and shoot me already
christianhorner: interesting i don't see myself here and considering i pay your wages...
yourusername: dads go in different categories?
christianhorner: don't use my paternal instincts against me y/n
yourusername: say goodbye to your father's day card
christianhorner: NO I'M SORRY
user38: the way this proves that second red bull really was y/n's ...
user39: for real imagine loving a MAN so much you give it to HIM 🤮
user40: she also said in that recording at jos made it so bad for the two of them when they did compete that she no longer wanted to give the fans and the media the chance to do it either
charles_leclerc: oh wow that's crazy, you're my favourite woman ever
yourusername: don't be so rude to mama pascale
charles_leclerc: well other than mama obvioysly
yourusername: so i'm not your favourite, i see how it is
charles_leclerc: I AM SO CONFUSED SO I'M JUST GONNA SAY I LOVE YOU
yourusername: awww charlie i love you too
user41: okay i've known about them approximately two weeks and i love them your honour
maxverstappen1: i'm so much better than him y/n be real
yourusername: don't be such a sore loser maxy
maxverstappen1: don't get it twisted, i still won on track
charles_leclerc: not for long
yourusername: okay girlies leave the trash talk for the weekends this is being normal for the sake of y/n's mental health time
user42: good lord this trio is so dear to me
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maxverstappen1: best thing about winning is choosing the restaurant after - closely followed about the worst thing: third wheeling them.
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user43: max coming through with the y/n and charles content as he should
user44: i need him to open the vault cause i have not forgotten that y/n said this relationship is seven years old
yourusername: i think i had a wet dream about this sushi spread last night
maxverstappen1: as long as that's it, good.
yourusername: i don't need to have wet dreams anymore, the real thing is so much better
maxverstappen1: BLOCKED.
user45: i know y/n is elated to be able to publicly terrorise max with her relationship
user46: so does this mean that this is a system they've had for a while?
yourusername: room service is our middle names
charles_leclerc: maximilian can you please send the last pic to the shared album
maxverstappen1: on it 🫡
user47: SHARED ALBUM? I MIGHT DIE
yourusername: you two are such cutie patooties
maxverstappen1: but for real no being so cute on my jet again or just wait for me to go for my nap
charles_leclerc: heard and understood
yourusername: or maybe just get a life and stop being so lonely
danielricciardo: can i join for sushi or am i still banned?
maxverstappen1: eh, you could take y/n in a scrap
danielricciardo: she read my ass for filth on main i'm scared of her
charles_leclerc: she had you gagged
danielricciardo: and this litlle guard puppy agrees with whatever she says :(
yourusername: as he should !
maxverstappen1: don't try and fight it daniel, i've been in this losing battle for seven years
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charles_leclerc: life in blue could never be blue with you. i love you baby, thank you for giving me this opportunity, every trophy is for you x
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user48: GOD PLEASE SAVE ME PLEASE GOD SAVE ME FROM THIS SINGLE LIFE.
yourusername: i love you too charlie, i'd do everything and more for you. i'm happy you're happy x
charles_leclerc: you can't get rid of me at this point
yourusername: seven years strong, i'm stuck to you like glue
charles_leclerc: you'll have my last name (or i can take yours) next
maxverstappen1: you can give her a ring but you'll NEVER TAKE THE VERSTAPPEN NAME AWAY
yourusername: you good?
maxverstappen1: yeah but we must always be double trouble. not even THAT man will come between that
user49: this is the trio of my dreams i need a whole drive to survive ep or even spin off just following these losers around
danielricciardo: see how could you be angry that i would want to talk about all this cuteness ?
yourusername: we are cute, correct.
charles_leclerc: i'd use the words incredibly sexy but okay
danielricciardo: are you guys still angry? I'M TRYING TO COMPLIMENT YOU
yourusername: we forgive you daniel.
charles_leclerc: i was also kissing her on my first podium REGARDLESS
yourusername: you're so romantic 🥰
maxverstappen1: GAG.
user50: convinced that max will still be the biggest big brother asshole until he is in the retirement home
alexalbon: flexing the alex albon and lily mun he photography i see
yourusername: thank you for your service
lilymunhe: we can also keep a secret 🤫
danielricciardo: I SAID I WAS SORRY
charles_leclerc: we're gonna hold it over you forever buddy
danielricciardo: was taking the red bull seat not enough?
charles_leclerc: until i win a championship? yes.
fin.
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up the oranges? | max verstappen
face claim: none ᡣ𐭩
request: here !
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y/nstagram bestie won paddock passes to mclaren garage and was gracious enough to let little noob me tag along! up the oranges or whatever she said 🧡
ygfngram it's papaya babe... but thank u for letting me rant about all things f1!! (and thank u for the lando pic i'm gonna be so insufferable from now on)
↳ y/nstagram wdym from now on?? but i enjoyed it! 🫶
user1 y/n and f1?? the crossover we never knew we needed
user2 please say you vlogged it!!
↳ y/nstagram ofc i did 🫶 coming next week!!
landonorris was lovely to meet you guys! :)
♥️ y/nstagram, ybfngram
mclaren if y/n says it's up the oranges, it's up the oranges... you're welcome back anytime 🧡
↳ y/nstagram sorry best friends.. up the papayas! 🧡
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y/nstagram new vlog out now! the orange (😉) boys explain f1 to me, we take a look around the mclaren garages and a certain world champion sneaks in! link in bio 🧡
landonorris for someone who's never seen an f1 race, you picked it up pretty well!
↳ ybfngram not for lack of trying, she never wants to join my race nights 💔
↳ y/nstagram next time baby! girls night ❤️
redbullracing we think she'd look better in blue 👀
↳ maxverstappen1 agreed
↳user2 ARIANA? what are you doing here
mclaren back 🤺 redbull 🤺 back!
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mclaren we must say, orange suits you y/n 🧡
y/nstagram thank you for having me back mclaren! the oranges are safe and sound in my kitchen 🫡
↳ user1 oranges??
↳ y/nstagram when i arrived, they had a bowl of oranges waiting for me... humiliating babes...
landonorris the highlight was her peeling oranges for oscar and patting his head like a baby
↳ oscarpiastri didn't see her peeling YOU oranges though 🤨
↳ y/nstagram that's ybfngram's job xx
↳ ybfngram i would have if SOMEONE would have invited me...
↳ y/nstagram you were literally on another continent grumpy pants
↳ mclaren next time we'll bring some oranges for you ybfngram 🧡
↳ ybfngram and that's why i'm a papaya girl for life 🧡
♥️ mclaren, landonorris
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redbullracing it's mr steal your girllll 🎶
mclaren ... y/n how could you do this to us
↳ y/nstagram MCLAREN ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE.. you know i love you 🫶
↳ mclaren save it 💔
landonorris not you too 💔 ybfngram
↳ y/nstagram tbf i did have to physically wrestle the shirt onto her, dw she immediately went back to orange 🧡
↳ ybfngram lando sweetie... the papaya is in my veins... i was coerced...
↳ landonorris guess i'll have to bring you back to our side of the paddock 😉
maxverstappen1 i was right, she does look better in blue 💙
↳ user1 back of the line mr verstappen we were simping first
♥️ y/nstagram
↳ y/nstagram free red bulls for life and i'll back the blue
↳ mclaren wtf?
↳ maxverstappen1 consider it done
↳ christianhorner i don't remember agreeing to this max
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y/nstagram alexa play the dutch national anthem 💙
redbullracing our favourite song 💙
user1 did max draw that himself 😭
↳ maxverstappen1 y/n made it for me!
mclaren y'all are cute or whatever...
↳ y/nstagram still love you mclaren 🧡
scuderiaferrari we spot our charles, maybe red will suit you too y/n ❤️
↳ y/nstagram if you can get me a ferrari, i'll consider it xx
↳ scuderiaferrari ... let us make some phone calls
↳ maxverstappen1 i will burn it to the ground.
↳ user1 ur so real for that max, fight for your red bull girl!
♥️ maxverstappen1
user2 y/n having all these f1 teams wrapped around her finger... what she deserves
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y/nstagram back at it again with another f1 vid! this time i convinced the red bull gang to do a mukbang with me before mr MV1 zoomed off to win another race! 🫶 link in bio 💙
user1 bro max was so whipped in this video...
↳ user2 TRULY! she had him giggling and kicking his feet the entire vid
user3 how does it feel to watch y/n snatch ur man danielricciardo
↳ danielricciardo he used to giggle and tuck his hair behind his ears like that with me 💔 come home max, the kids miss you x
↳ maxverstappen1 fuck them kids
redbullracing poor checo thirdwheeling again...
↳ schecoperez to be honest i checked out halfway through
↳ y/nstagram nooo checo my king im sorry 💔 next time it will be just us two 💙
↳ maxverstappen1 not if i have anything to do with it
user4 WHIPPED
♥️ maxverstappen1
mclaren is this what it feels like to be cheated on? 💔
↳ y/nstagram my hearts big enough for both orange and blue 🧡💙
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redbullracing yo bro who got you smiling like that...
user1 red bull soft launching their drivers relationship?? admin on a scale of 1 to 10 how fired are you
↳ redbullracing i am declining all of christians calls...
↳ christianhorner see you at work monday.
↳ redbullracing oh its so over
maxverstappen1 can't believe red bull admin beat us to it y/nstagram 💔
↳ y/nstagram aaand i guess that was the hard launch
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y/nstagram so here's my bf(?) i guess... thanks redbullracing
danielricciardo stealing the second image thanks!
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maxverstappen1 you couldn't have made it cute
↳ y/nstagram just showing your true personality babe x
maxverstappen1 love you or whatever 🙄
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user1 she's so real for these pics
redbullracing if it makes you feel better i did nearly lose my job
↳ user1 we got your back admin ❤️
user2 the first pic should be framed and hung in the louvre
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user3 why the ? by bf ???
↳ y/nstagram we never really made it official?? red bull did it for us i guess hahaha
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Max Verstappen is named as one of the TIME 100 Most Influential People of 2024
Over the past 12 months, Max Verstappen has won in Miami and Monaco and Abu Dhabi. He’s won in Japan and Qatar and Austria and Hungary, and other places across the continents. No athlete has enjoyed more victory laps, in more disparate places around the world, than Verstappen, the Formula One driver who has won three straight F1 championships. Verstappen, who races under the Dutch flag, is so confident behind the wheel that during at least one race he’s been able to keep an eye on the screens around the track in order to watch the battle going on behind him. Orange-clad fans flock to his races to cheer him on, while others, dressed in the outfits of rival teams like Ferrari and Mercedes, boo him on the podium. The $3.2 billion Formula One business, which grew 25% in 2023, now centers on a singular question. Can anyone stop Verstappen and the Red Bull Racing machine? He’s entrenched—quite comfortably—in the driver’s seat.
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Across Every Universe - Part 2
Well, I didn't expect this work to get this long. It was only supposed to be short but then I worked on it all day and for multiple hours on end?? I guess I just enjoy this concept so much! These are basically the stories I wanted to put in last time, but they needed their own chapter to truly shine.
I know people asked for Arthur and reader romance, but To Do Is To Dare has always been a racing fic first and romance second. I tried to add in all the people I could without going crazy with the plot line or it would have gotten out of hand (or more than it already is). There is a lot of Max and Charles (my two favorite boys on the grid).
If anyone has anything against Lestappen - there's the door :)
Please enjoy :)
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“Please stand for his Majesty King Max Emilian Verstappen, King of the Netherlands and Prince of Orange.”
Max always hated these announcements. Like, why did they have to always say his middle name and all the titles that came with it? He put on a gentle smile and waved to the crowds around him. Thankfully, his dressers had decided to forgo the kingly robes and opted for a nice suit with his pins. Definitely fitting for the Dutch Grand Prix.
This would be his ninth to attend since taking the throne at 18-years-old after his father passed away. The kind always enjoyed seeing the Orange Army at the home race.
After greeting everyone, he was led to the special box. Apparently, more than one royal had decided to attend as well. Max’s shoulders loosened when his eyes landed on a familiar figure.
“Charles!”
Charles Marc Herve Perceval Leclerc, The Sovereign Prince of the Principality of Monaco. Max was always glad that his mother only chose one middle name for him instead of three.
The prince’s green eyes widened at the sight of the Dutchman. He waved off whoever he was speaking to and all but glided across the room. The two forwent the formalities and brought each other into a hug.
Max leaned back a bit to look the Monegasque in the eye.
“What are you doing here? Monaco not enough for you?”
There was a playful glint in his eyes as Charles rolled his. The brunet gestured to a plush couch in the corner, one that Max was excited to sit in.
Charles began to speak, a small smile on his face, “Well as you know, my brother is currently dating one of the drivers on the grid. And it is her home race so Arthur wanted to come watch.”
Max nodded, understanding perfectly. He knew exactly who Charles was talking about.
Y/n L/n, the only female driver, who currently was working on her fourth World Champion.
“And where is your brother now?”
“He’s in the garage,” Charles rolled his eyes. He had wanted to go, but an ambassador had insisted that he needed to talk to the prince.
“Why don’t we head there. I always want to say hello to my race winner.”
Now, Max and Y/n had a very loving sibling relationship. The king had watched her grow up karting and made sure to sponsor her and support her through her career. Without his support, the girl would not have been able to continue. Yet, when you put the royal Dutch crest on your Formula 3 car, someone has to know that it means something.
This would be her 4th season in Red Bull, having been 19 when she joined in 2019. She was only 20 when she won her first World Championship, breaking the record for the youngest ever to dominate the sport.
Now she was 24 and is on a path to win her fourth in only five races if she keeps up the winning streak. Max was only older by 3 years, yet he watched over her like a very protective older brother.
He and Charles had made their way down to the pitlane, much to their advisors’ chagrin. They passed by the Mercedes garage to say hello to King Lewis Hamilton III and then George Russell, Duke of Sussex. The two Brits had been friends or well, colleagues, with the other two reigning monarchs for quite some time. They were currently backing Kimi Antonelli and Mick Schumacher, the current driver line up for Mercedes.
Right next to the silver garage stood a very orange and bright one. Max was excited to see Lando Norris, Duke of York also in attendance. He was very close with the two Aussie drivers, Oscar Piastri and Daniel Ricciardo.
Down the line was Williams, who was attending to a very eager Logan Sargeant, the President of the United States’ kid. Max was fond of the blond and often said hello to him whenever he got the chance in diplomatic settings.
But finally, they were able to reach the big navy garage. Max could definitely pick up Arthur’s almost French accent everywhere. But, his ears were tuned to the sound of your Dutch accent that was similar to his.
“Geitje!” he called out, finding your blond hair against the navy racing suit.
You looked over your shoulder, pausing the conversation with your boyfriend. You rolled your eyes when you saw Max in his kingly splendor. You took a few steps toward the fellow Dutch and gave him a hug.
“I told you to quit calling me that. I’m not a kid anymore, or was never a goat for that matter.”
Charles took this moment to catch up with his brother.
Max looked down at you fondly. “You’ll always be that small kid whose suit was two sizes too big on her.”
You honestly wanted to cry, but you kept the tears in. There was a race that you needed to win.
“Are you going to give me my trophy this year?”
“Don’t I every year?”
You looked up in mock thought. “Well, there was that one year that you had appendicitis and your mom gave me my trophy.”
Max lightly nudged you. “That was one year, let it go.”
You grumbled. “Well I hope that someone won’t break my trophy this year.”
Your teammate, Ollie Bearman, popped his head up from where he was looking at his tyres.
“It was one year Y/n! One year!”
You giggled at the disgruntled yells from the British Driver. Ollie had been one of your favorite teammates.
Your first year, you were paired with the golden boy himself, Sebastian Vettel, before he retired with one last championship. And then your first year as world champion, you were paired with Oscar Piastri before he left for McLaren. Ollie had been your teammate for the past two years, but you had a feeling that he’d stick around for more than a year.
You got the heads up that the race would be starting soon. You turned back to Max.
“Are you staying here or do you have to go?”
Max had a mischievous glint in his eyes and was about to reply before being interrupted.
“Actually, their royal highnesses need to return to the royal box.”
Max fought the urge to roll his eyes. You only laughed and pushed him in the direction of the exit.
“Go, I’ll see you at the top.”
“Blijf veilig, alsjeblieft,” Max softly pleaded.
He really hated that you put your life on the line every weekend for the job that you loved. He remembers the first time you had a terrifying crash when you were unconscious until they got you to the hospital. He was told that you probably wouldn’t wake up. However, you defied the odds and were back in the seat for the next race.
You responded, just as gentle, “Voor jou, mijn koning, altijd.”
When Max left, he turned around one last time and witnessed you giving Arthur a quick kiss before he put your helmet on. It was something that the two of you had been doing since you started dating almost two years ago.
The Dutch king was back to walking with Charles to the box.
“So, when is he proposing.”
He hadn’t expected an answer, but was surprised when he got one.
Charles gave Max a look. “They’re actually going to a restaurant, and he plans to propose tonight.”
Max’s eyes widened at the confession. But, he got over it quickly before gently smiling. You deserved happiness, and you found that in his closest friend’s brother.
“So will she have to stop racing for royal duties?” the blond questioned.
Charles shook his head. “Non. Arthur will step down.”
Max clapped him on the back. “Guess you and Alexandra need to start with some heirs huh?”
Charles squinted up at him. “Says the man who currently needs to propose as well.”
The prince got the last laugh as he left Max stuttering for a comeback.
You won the race like Max knew you would. The king watched as you held your head up high as the Dutch National Anthem played loudly through the crowds. He saw the crowds of orange, the only ones rivaling the red Tifosi at Monza.
The crowds were shouting, “De Langverwachte! Onze kleine leeuw!”
The Long Awaited.
Their Little Lion.
Max had always wished for a champion from his home country. Something to ode back to the sport he loved as a kid. His wish came true in the form of you. People talked as the king publicly backed the only female driver on the grid. But he knew that you were something special. He was there as you took the championship from Vettel in the last lap of the 2020 season fair and square. Obviously he was thankful that there was no safety car to ruin your race of any kind. You had coped brilliantly against your older teammate and your talent truly showed.
Max was given the signal to head out with the hand painted trophy. He was honestly kind of scared to drop it. But he made it across the stage and handed it out to you.
You proudly took the trophy from Max after you bowed in respect. He may have been your friend, but he was your king first.
The ceramic trophy was held high once it was safely in your hands. Jokingly you hugged it tight as you gently stepped down off the podium. Ollie gawked at your childishness before spraying you with the champagne.
With trophy set down a nice ways away, you took your own bottle. Except, instead of spraying Ollie, you pointed it at Max, whose jaw was on the floor as you came after him with the liquid.
If you were having fun now, you wouldn’t expect what was coming later that night.
And you said yes.
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“Zusje!”
Your eyes widened at the familiar squeaky and young voice. You turned your whole body away from your race engineer to only be taken down in the knees. Once you were on the floor, you laps was immediately filled with a small body that had bleach blond hair and bright blue eyes.
“Maxy, Ik heb je gemist Kleintje!”
“Uh Y/n, is everything good?” Charles’s voice sounded from above. You stared back at your teammate in the red overalls. You grabbed under the child’s arms and hoisted him up along with yourself.
“Yep! Charles meet Max. Max meet Charlie.”
Max’s small eyes widened before he tucked himself in your neck. Your hand came up and rubbed his back as you cooed. You turned back to Charles.
“He’s a bit shy in front of his favorite driver.”
You poked Max’s side and his giggles filled the room. The small one turned his head and peered at the Monegasque whose eyes were wide, looking at the child in his teammate’s arms.
“Didn’t know you had a kid.”
Your jaw dropped at his statement.
“He’s not my kid, idiot. He’s my brother,” you hissed, lightly bouncing Max up and down as you swayed side to side.
“Oooohhhh.”
You rolled your eyes. “Yeah oh. I’m younger than you.”
“One night stand?”
“Charles!”
The brunet laughed loudly, making Max giggle a bit with him. You looked down into his blue eyes.
“Oh so you think that’s funny hm? I’m getting bullied.”
Max only giggled more before pointing at Charles.
“Rari?”
You lovingly stared at him in your arms. “Yep, Rari.” You saw how Charles was staring at Max. “You want to hold him?”
Charles dropped everything (only his water bottle) and reached out to take Max. Once he was in Charles’s arms, Max immediately rested his head on his shoulder and gripped the red suit. You smiled fondly at the two.
“He’s so small,” Charles whispered after seeing the kid’s eyes close in slumber.
You ruffled the spiky blond hair. “Yeah, he’s only 3 though. Full of wonder.”
“Y/n!”
Ah, there was your mother. You looked over and saw Sophie walking with your other sister Victoria. Thankfully, your dad was nowhere to be found. After you found out what he had done to Max, you put in a restraining order against him immediately.
It was a hard discussion with your mom when you told her that she needed to divorce him. Tears were shed and hearts were broken. But, you never wanted to see another bruise on your younger brother again.
It was fine if he did that to you. But to Max?
Jos wouldn’t stand a chance against your anger. He had shaped you to be like him.
A racer. A winner. The best.
But being the best wasn’t supposed to be the most important anymore. And if he wanted you to be like him, then he’ll get his own anger thrown back into his face. You remembered how your fist met his eye after you found Max alone with him one night. An ugly purple thing covered Max’s tiny wrist and there was a scratch on his face.
You had just returned home from a triple header and wanted to surprise your family. Only, you came home to Max’s screams of terror and Jos Verstappen yelling. You didn’t think, you just did. Sophie and Victoria returned home to multiple police cars and an ambulance in front of the house. When they finally were told what happened, they found you covering Max’s body with your arms as you spoke to one of the paramedics. A blanket was draped around your shoulders and a bruise was forming on your face as well.
After that, you moved your entire family to Monaco with you. Your house was plenty bit and you only shared it with Charles whenever he came over to play FIFA. But now, whenever he wanted to play, you insisted on going to his house.
It might have been to protect your family. Or it might have had to do with a certain handsome brother that Charles had.
Definitely the first one.
Hence why Charles had never met Max beforehand. But that also didn’t stop the little gremlin from choosing Charles as his favorite driver and not his sister.
It’s not like you were bitter or anything.
You walked toward your family and gave the two women a hug.
“I’m glad that you could come today!” you told them, truly happy at their arrival. It wasn’t like it was a big race. You had already won the championship last week, which sadly they weren’t able to make it. But Max was still up past his bedtime when you got home after. The kid sleepily muttered that he was glad you won, even though you had beaten Charles. Yet, you reminded him that Charles had won the year before and it was sissy’s turn.
Sophie looked at Max in Charles’s arms. “He’s so comfortable. I honestly thought he’d be scared of men after what happened.”
Victoria nodded in agreement.
You crossed your arms. “I think that Max knows that dad wasn’t a good man. And well, he still loves Lando though.”
“Is that Max?”
Speaking of.
Max’s head jerked up from Charles’s shoulder at the familiar voice. His little head swerved in the direction of the papaya clad driver.
“Lanno!”
Max started to squirm in the captive arms. Charles quickly set him down, not wanting him to fall. Max immediately ran to the Briton, who picked him up with ease. At the sight of the two, Charles pouted.
You knocked him with your shoulder. “Don’t’ worry, you’re still his favorite. He bought Max a toy McLaren for his birthday and Max demanded that I paint it red and add a 16 on the side.”
Charles seemed to gleam with pride at the confession.
“Don’t tell Lando though. He’d be devastated.”
What Lando didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
“Hey little man. You ready to watch the race?”
Max’s head bobbed quickly.
“Are you going to watch Lanno win?”
At that, Max shook his head making Lando’s eyes widened.
“Little Verstappen I am hurt.” Lando clutched his hand to his heart in mock hurt. Max only stared at him while the McLaren driver put on a bit of a show.
Charles piped up from beside you. “Max, is Charlie going to win?”
Max, once again, shook his head. Now that made you confused, because Max always cheered for Charles. You cocked your head as you looked at your brother.
“Then who Maxy?”
The boy shyly pointed at you before muttering, “Zusje gaat jullie allemaal verslaan.”
Not that made you laugh out loud, causing even more confusion to the two male drivers. You covered your mouth as you continued to laugh. Sophie and Victoria laughing as well.
You smirked at your rival and teammate.
“He said I’m going to kick your asses.”
Max gasped as he heard your words.
“Bad words!”
Max pouted as he was put down by Lando. His little legs ran to you and his arms stretched out wanting you to pick him up. You squatted and scooped him up. Your arms tightened around him as he tried his best to hug you.
“Sorry for the bad words kid.”
“’S ok,” he slurred, getting even more tired. It was definitely his nap time. And it was time to get in your car. You handed him back to Sophie, who gave you a kiss on your head as you stooped. You gave a quick hug to Victoria before going back to kiss Max’s head.
“I’ll win for you ok?”
Obviously, he couldn’t hear you, but you would say it anyway. You turned away from your family to get ready.
“Going soft on me L/n?” Lando quipped, making his way out of your garage.
You discreetly flipped him off, to which he laughed at as he left. It took about 30 minutes to get in the car and get everything ready. You swerved your head, making sure the helmet was tight. Your eyes flitted about the garage and caught sight of your family again. Max was now wide awake and waving at you.
Your gloved hand reached out and displayed your fingers wide. The little boy reached over in his mom’s arms and clapped your hand with his small one. You were given the signal that it was time and drove off once Sophie was out of the way.
Her and Max watched as you rounded the corner in your red Ferrari, out of sight.
Sophie leaned down and kissed her youngest’s head.
“Mijn baby, zal zus winnen?”
Max’s small voice was just loud enough for her to hear.
“Ja mama, sij is kampioen.”
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(btw - I made the max pic because no one has good edits of him in a ferrari suit)
“Scuderia Ferrari Signs Y/n L/n for the 2024 Season”
“Ferrari Mistake? The Formula 1 Team Signs the Youngest Driver to Date”
“Ferrari Becomes the First Formula 1 Team to Sign Female Driver”
“Former F1 Champion Lorenzo Alessandrino Backs Goddaughter as Her Race Engineer”
“How Will Verstappen React to His Younger Teammate on the Track?”
You hadn’t known what to expect when you arrived at the paddock first thing on Saturday morning. You had convinced Lorenzo to bring you early so you could at least avoid some of the crowds, if not all. However, it seemed like everyone else liked that plan as well, and the paddock was full.
You hung back near Enzo as the two of you walked side by side. Your hands gripped your backpack straps hard, turning your knuckles almost stark white. Thankfully, your sunglasses kept your wide and scared eyes from the public. It wasn’t that you were scared of people. It’s what you thought that they thought about you that made you nervous.
Just 17 and baby faced.
Something that wasn’t heard of in 2024. Yet, with older drivers retiring back and forth, the FIA had to make new changes to deal with the need of rookie drivers. Hence why Lorenzo pushed to have Ferrari sign you as early as possible. You basically went from karting, to Formula 2 and didn’t even start your second season.
It came as a shock when Lewis Hamilton finally retired after only one year at Ferrari. You had thought that he’d want to get one more championship to make it to 9. But, life throws curveballs and it was headed straight to you.
Now you had to face your new teammate, a champion himself, Max Verstappen. You let out a sigh of relief when you noticed that he was talking to Charles Leclerc and Fernando Alonso. The two black Mercedes polos stood out in contrast to Max’s red one. You took a quick glance at the two drivers and realized that they were already watching you.
Your cheeks heated up as you quickened your steps to get to the garage faster. Once you were in the safety of the garage, you let out a deep sigh.
Lorenzo looked at you with a sad smile. He knew you were going to be overwhelmed for the entire day. He took his backpack off and reached down in, fingers feeling for your headphones. He took them out and handed them to you.
You immediately put them on, connected them to your phone, turned on the music, and got to work on your racing journal. You wanted to go over your notes before the race. While you were distracted, Enzo took a little walk, trying to find some coffee.
He ended up walking past the group of three drivers and smiled at Charles. The Italian knew of him growing up and was excited to see him in a team that gave him a good championship winning car.
He nodded his head toward your new teammate. “Max.”
Max’s eyes lightened at the familiar face. “Enzo!”
The two bro-hugged before parting, letting Enzo greet the two Merc drivers. When he was done, Max had a teasing attitude.
“Can’t convince you to stay as my engineer? Don’t get me wrong, I love GP, but you knew me better.”
Enzo smiled and shook his head. “No can do. Gotta take care of my kid.”
Fernando entered the conversation. “Where is she? We saw her walking but then she disappeared.”
The older man scratched his head. “Yeah, she tends to do that. She’s a bit nervous.”
Charles scoffed. “I’ll say. They shouldn’t have said anything until Wednesday. Sky Sports announced it way too early.”
The Monegasque had something similar happen to him when he first joined Mercedes. It had all been planned that he would take Valtteri Bottas’s seat mid-season. Yet, Sky Sports announced it before Mercedes had a chance to even say that Bottas had wanted to retire early due to an illness. The media had made Charles into a seat-stealing villain his first season.
The engineer nodded sadly. “I think she’s also nervous about the team.”
Max looked at him with a shocked expression. “The team?”
Enzo waved his hands. “She has full confidence. Y/n’s a bit nervous about trying to be on your level Max.”
Well, that didn’t settle well with the Dutchman. Great, he was excited to have such a young teammate: someone who he could get along with and help them grow in the sport. But now, you were afraid of him?
“She’s not scared of you Max, just nervous.”
Oh. He said that out loud.
Max glanced back at the garage. “Can I go talk to her.”
Enzo nodded before handing him a pen. “I forgot to give this to her, she’ll be looking for it. You don’t mind giving it to her right?”
“Not at all,” he responded, thankful for something that could break the ice between the two of you.
Max grasped the pen and made his way to the overly bright red garage. He really wished Ferrari would take a page out of Mercedes’s book and make everything black. But no, they had to show off the corsa rosso red.
You were too busy writing some notes down, with the wrong pen, to notice Max’s shoes now in your line of sight. The Dutchman lightly nudged your own shoe, which had your head jerking up to look at him.
Your eyes widened and your hands reached to pull your headphones off.
Max only smiled down at you. He thought that you looked like a scared mouse. He wondered if you were quiet like one as well.
“Mind if I sit?” he asked.
You could only shake your head no and scoot over as Max sat down on the concrete near you. The two of you sat in silence as you continued to scribble. Max suddenly remembered the pen in his hand.
“Here. Enzo wanted me to give this to you.”
Your fingers lightly touched his as you grabbed it from him.
To Max, you also reminded him of his sister at this age. Shy, meek, quiet. But he had seen your videos and your impressiveness on the track. Your overtakes were nothing to be overlooked. He heard you sigh as the pen now nicely glided over the pages.
The Dutchman let his eyes wander over the pages. He noticed that you were even taking notes on him as well.
You didn’t look at him, but you spoke, “If you break a bit later on turn 4, you can cut off another tenth.”
Your voice gave Max whiplash as he wasn’t expecting you to talk to him without being prompted. His mind ran as he tried to remember turn 4. When he did the calculations he was surprised to find that you were correct.
“How did you..”
“I watched your onboards from last season. You’re very, what’s the word,” you gave him a smirk, “predictable.”
Max’s jaw dropped, which caused you to laugh a bit. Max, although shocked, was glad that you were coming out of your shell a bit.
He leaned over to whisper, “Are you overwhelmed with the red as much as I am.”
You smiled as you whispered back, “It is positively draining. Why can’t they do black like Mercedes?”
Max threw his hands up. “That’s what I’ve been saying.”
You pretended to think. “What if we gang up on them. They can’t resist both drivers.”
Max put on a weird accent, making his voice higher. “It’s either change the garage and everything to black or we walk.”
That made you snort which caused Max to wheeze.
Enzo was just on his way back with two coffees (both for him) when he heard the sound of you laughs mixed with Max’s. He smiled fondly at the two drivers. He took a sip before putting on his bright red headphones that he needed for qualifying. He coughed a bit, but it was soon over. Nothing like the sickness that he barely beat back in 2019. He was thankful that he got to continue to watch you grow.
Max asked, “How far do you think you’ll get in qualifying?”
You thought for a moment. “Uh, I hope to make it to Q2 if possible.”
The Dutchman lifted his hand to ruffle your hair. Your hands swatted at him as you pouted.
“I think you can get farther.”
You only shrugged. “We’ll see.”
The car was definitely your safe space. You felt as though you could finally breathe easier.
“Radio check please.”
“Loud and clear Enzo.”
“Ok, let’s get this bread.”
You shook your head as you sat in the car. “Please never say that again.”
Much to your and the team’s delight, you made it past Q1 and Q2. And you ended Q3 in the second row in P3. Max had just missed pole by mere hundredths. Charles Leclerc always had scarily good one lappers in the third session.
Max gave you a giant hug at the end of the session, very glad at your positioning.
As he had his arms around you, he thought to himself.
“Yeah. You were going to be great.”
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The big letters stood out to Max as his eyes began to water.
“Not Applicable for Adoption at this Time” was all the top said. He hadn’t bothered to read the rest. He knew what it was going to say. It’s what every letter said for the past few months.
They weren’t approved.
They traveled too much.
There weren’t any in their preferred age group that were adoptable right now.
They wouldn’t be able to take care of a baby.
They were…Max didn’t even want to mention the word.
He glanced at the gold band that adorned his ring finger on his left hand. The sight made his eyes water more. The paper was quickly crumpled and thrown to the side. The Dutchman leaned forward and put his hands over his face and just sobbed.
They had been trying for so long. The conversation had started two years ago as they lied in bed one night. They were nearing the ends of their careers, but they hadn’t wanted to wait until they were retired. They were sure in their marriage enough to where they both could handle a baby in their lives.
A mini them running around, playing with Jimmy and Sassy. The thought was too much to bear right now though.
The door clicked but Max hadn’t heard, he just continued to sob.
“Amore, I’m back from the shop. They had the pastries that you really liked. Amore?”
Max started sobbing harder. Before he heard knew it, strong arms wrapped around his shoulders. He heard a big sigh as a head rested against his back.
“Another one?”
Max didn’t even reply, but his sobs had subsided into quiet sniffles. Charles glanced over at the crumpled paper that had been tossed to the side. He’s told Max time and time again to wait until he gets home to read them, but the older was always a bit too excited or anxious to wait. He bit his tough, not wanting to say anything that could upset the Dutchman even more.
“It will be all right.”
“Will it?” Max bit back, full of sadness and anger. But, it wasn’t anger at Charles. He was angry at the world.
“It will,” Charles hummed. However, the Monegasque was also getting run down by all the rejection letters. He didn’t know how much more he could take. But, he wanted to be strong for Max. For himself. For their hopeful future child.
“Every time Charlie. Every time, it’s always a different excuse.”
“Our time will come.”
“But what if it doesn’t? We aren’t getting any younger Charles.”
The Monegasque harshly inhaled. He stopped rubbing Max’s back. Although, he really didn’t know when he started.
He went to say something, yet his phone rang loudly, breaking the silence of the room. Charles muttered something about wanting to hang up, but his breath hitched at the sight of the name at the top of his phone. His thumb had never pressed the answer button.
He quickly put the call on speaker.
“Bonjour?”
“Ah, Mr. Verstappen?”
“This is he.”
“Is your husband here with you?”
Max perked up at the question. His eyes were bloodshot, but he was now paying attention. He scooted even closer to Charles, face almost in the phone.
Charles chuckled at Max’s closeness.
“Oui, he is here.”
“Ok, so we just got a call from the Princess Grace Hospital. We think you want to come here for this.”
Max gulped before whispering. “It is what we think it is?”
Charles held his breath as he and Max waited for the answer.
“Why don’t you come find out.”
The two of them could hear the playfulness as the their adoption agent hung up the phone. They looked into each other’s eyes before they dashed around, getting their shoes on. Max almost tripped as he hopped on one foot, his shoe getting caught on his finger. Charles chuckled as he bent to tie his own shoe.
Max was halfway out the door, still waiting.
“Come on Charlie.”
“Mon amore, are you forgetting something?”
Max patted his pockets and realized he forgot the key that were now dangling on Charles’s finger.
“Oh.”
Charles rolled his eyes as he walked toward the door, grabbing Max’s waste as he walked. The Dutchman quickly followed him to the Monegasque’s Ferrari Purosangue. He bought the SUV when he and Max put in their first adoption profile.
Max huffed as he noticed that Charles was going below the speed limit.
“Baby, can you maybe, hurry up?”
Charles only hummed as a reply. He did step on the gas a bit, but the Monaco speeds were slow as it. It wasn’t their fault that they drove ridiculously fast cars and his husband was currently high strung.
Charles put his hand on Max’s thigh and started to rub small circles, which in the long run did help Max calm down a bit.
The Dutchman had calmed down some by the time they parked in front. Charles started to get out of the car, but Max’s hand grabbed his arm before he got far. Charles recognized the look of fear on his husband’s face. His pointer finger found the golden band on Max’s finger and started to rub it.
“What if- What if- What if it happens again.”
Charles’s eyes drooped a bit at the sadness in Max’s voice.
“But what if it doesn’t?”
A glimmer of hope came back to Max’s eyes as he places a chaste kiss on Charles’s lips.
“Let’s go.”
With an unbuckle of his seatbelt, Max was out the door. Charles had to catch up to Max’s larger steps. His hand soon found Max’s as they walked in. He squeezed three times, and got three in return.
Charles look the lead as they approached the front desk. The lady at the computer had a nice attitude as she gave them a smile when she looked up from her screen.
“May I help you gentlemen?”
“Ah, yes, my husband and I got a call from our adoption agent, Mitch Walker.”
The lady’s eyebrows raised as she started to type on her computer once again. Max bounced in his place, willing the lady to type faster.
“Ah, floor three, room 89.”
“Thank you,” Charles stated, already watching Max walk toward the elevator. He chuckled as he slowly followed, knowing the elevator would arrive when he got there. Inside the contraption, Max read the list of floors.
His finger traced them until he got to the third floor.
“Charlie.”
Charles looked where his finger had landed.
Delivery floor.
Before Charles could react, the elevator doors opened. They both bolted into the hallway.
86.
87.
88.
89.
They both paused in front.
“Ready?”
“Ready.”
Charles grabbed the nob and slowly twisted. The room was a bit dim and Mitch was standing in the middle of the room. She turned at the sound of the door and a smile made a way on her face.
“Hi guys,” she whispered. She stepped closer and pulled a curtain that cut the room in half.
“Hi,” Charles replied, also whispering.
Mitch put her hands together. “So, we have a little someone who was given up today. If everything goes well, you two might be going home with a baby today.”
Tears welled up in Max’s eyes at her words. He choked down a sob and bit his knuckle.
“I just need you two to wash your hands and then you can meet her.”
Charles whispered, “Her?”
Mitch only nodded.
This time, Charles was the one to let out a small sob. They gingerly walked over to the sink, hands bumping into each other as they rinsed under the water. Once dry, Mitch dragged the curtain back over.
In the middle of the smaller section near a couch, lied a bassinet. With bated breath, Charles and Max peered over. Tears now welling in both their eyes. Max’s finger gently moved towards the baby’s face.
He lightly grazed the soft cheek, causing the baby to squirm. Max had never jerked his hand away from something faster. Charles let out a small and quiet laugh. The baby’s hand was open, inviting Charles to put his finger in the tiny palm.
The baby suddenly curled her fingers around the one finger, eyes suddenly opening. The Dutchman wanted to cry once again. Her green eyes peered up at him. Max’s eyes caught a tuft of hair and he gently pulled back the tiny hat. Blond hair appeared in a small bit. He gently pulled the hat back into place.
His blond hair.
Charles’s green eyes.
Charles turned to Mitch.
“Can I hold her.”
A single nod had Charles scooping the baby in his arms, and he placed her on his chest. His body leaned back just a bit to accommodate her. Max immediately took his phone out and took a picture. He was definitely going to use that as his lock screen picture from now on.
Max watched as Charles sat on the small couch in the corner. Max followed suit and sat next to him.
The baby was looking right at him.
“Hello little one,” he whispered, finding the courage to graze her face once again. A small smile appeared on the girl’s face, but it was short lived. But, Max had seen it and he was happy that it was directed at him.
“-ax, Amore.”
His eyes shot up to Charles’s face.
“Yes?”
The brunet rolled his eyes. “I asked: Do you want to hold her?”
Max could only nod. Charles gently handed her over to his husband and watched as his big hands cradled the baby. One hand was gently placed on her bum and the other on her head. He cooed at the man and baby, seeing tears stream down his face.
Mitch quietly approached the couple. “So, it seems like everything is going well. I can almost read your minds and I got your application approved. It’ll take a while for everything to come in but you are good to take her home.”
Charles stood and gave her a giant hug: big enough for the both of them. She patted Charles’s back before grinning widely again.
“You know, she doesn’t have a name yet.”
Max’s head whipped from the baby to the woman.
“We get to name her?” he questioned, heart filling with so much love. There were so many names that he and Charles had picked out. The first name would be something special, something not used before. The middle names would be in honor of loved ones past and present. And then, the baby would take both last names.
Mitch came over with a certificate and pen in hand.
“Do you two know or do you need a moment?”
Max nodded at Charles and then looked back down at the beautiful green eyes that stared up with him.
Charles did the honors.
“Her name is Y/n Julia Sophie Pascale Antoinette Leclerc-Verstappen.”
Little Y/n. Oh how the world wasn’t ready. But it would welcome her with open arms.
Earth 959589
“Shit!” you yelled, tumbling out of bed. You were late, oh you were so late. Max was going to kill you and you could say goodbye to your seat.
Before the season even started.
You tripped as you pulled on a shoe, face planting back into the bed. Your phone was currently blowing up with notifications as it rested on the side table. You hastily pulled on your Red Bull polo and grabbed your jeans. Your foot got stuck since you put your shoes on first.
Great move Y/n, great move.
You finally got a hand on your phone and answered the call.
“Where are you? Max is close to having an aneurism,” your race engineer hissed through the phone.
“I know Charles, but my alarm never went off!”
Your head was pressing your phone to your shoulder as you talked and walked toward the elevator.
“Just please get here ASAP,” he sighed. You could see the man rubbing his eyebrows, even if you couldn’t see him.
“I’m getting in the car now.”
“You better be thankful. I’ll see you here.”
When you arrived to the paddock, you went directly to the interviews, which you were late for as well. You winced as you walked in front of everyone and sat down, face ablaze in red.
Lando poked your side. At least he went with the polo so you two could be matching some. He leaned over when a question was directed to Arthur.
“Max is going to kill you.” He smirked as he leaned away. Your microphone accidentally picked up the smack to his shoulder. Some eyes landed on you as you tried to duck away.
Arthur looked over at you. “Nice of you to join us champ.”
You shrugged. “My alarm didn’t go off.”
“Sure.”
Your jaw dropped. “Excuse you?”
Before you could get any farther, a journalist asked a question directed toward you.
“Y/n, if I may, how is this season a bit different than last?”
Your eyes looked up as you thought of a good answer. “Uh, well, there was a lot of change within Red Bull this past winter break. My old teammate went to being my team principal. And then he somehow convinced Charles to join as well and be my race engineer.”
A scoff came from Arthur that cause you to lean to look at him.
“Are you all right Leclerc?”
The Monegasque rolled his eyes.
“I would like to have my brother back please.”
“Well, too bad I got him first. And then back to my question. Lando became my teammate and he’s giving me a run for my money.”
Lando smirked at that statement.
“Ah yes, the cheeky little bugger he is. But, I’m really on track for my second championship. Maybe next year I’ll let Lando get one.”
The journalist thanked you for your good answer.
Fortunately the press conference ended after that. Yet, it was unfortunate for you since you could feel Max’s glare from miles away. You stopped, causing Arthur to bump into your back.
“Any chance I can come hide in your driver’s room?”
Arthur shook his head yes, giving you some hope.
“No.”
You visibly deflated as you watched him walk toward the bright red garage.
A sigh left your lips as you stalked toward the garage. Charles gave you a sympathetic look as you walked past. His hand rubbed your shoulder until he gently pushed you toward Max. You winced under the Dutchman’s glare.
“My office Y/n.”
You could only follow him into the office. You took the first seat you passed in front of the large desk. Max rubbed his eyebrows and sighed. But, you panicked.
“I’m so sorry Max. I swore I turned on my alarms last night, but I was up late going over data again because I can’t let the team down again like last race. I know that I can make up the speed. And then my phone was on silent and then I tripped on my shoe and the car got stuck in traffic. I swear I went straight to the conference. I won’t be late again I promise, just please don’t take away my seat.”
Max watched in horror as you lost your composure right in front of him. This monologue only told him that you were truly scared that he’d kick you off the team because of a little DNF last race. His heart dropped as he saw tears stream down your face as you visibly shook.
He stood up quickly and rounded the desk. His hands dropped on your shoulders.
“Kid, kid. Listen to me. You’re not going to lose your seat. I was just worried when you didn’t show up and when you didn’t answer mine or Charles’s calls.”
“Oh.”
Max wanted to laugh. “Yes, oh. Do you remember all the times I used to show up late? The times that Charles showed up late as well?”
You let out a chuckle as you remembered both Ferrari drivers would show up a bit late. No one ever seemed to mind. You let out a sigh of relief.
Max stood up and walked toward the door. “Now, let’s go out there and what do we do?”
“Kick names and take ass!”
Max rolled his eyes. “Sure kid. Sure.”
Earth 1218 - Present Earth
You gasped as you sat up in your bed.
“Kid?” Max questioned, head popping up from the couch. Vegas had been super early again and you and Max didn’t want to go back to the hotel when you had FP2 soon. So, the two of you just curled up in his driver’s room. His voice was groggy as he had just gotten up from an interrupted nap as well.
You clutched your head and groaned.
“I had such weird dreams.”
“Oh. Tell me?” Max’s head was already back down on his pillow.
“You were a king, and then you were my younger brother?”
Max snorted but let you continue. He knew that you wouldn’t remember in the morning anyway.
“And then you were my teammate at Ferrari and Charles drove for Mercedes, Enzo was there. Oh, and then you and Charles were married.”
“Kid you have been watching too many Lestappen edits on Twitter and TikTok.”
You only grumbled.
“I do not. Finally you were my team principal.”
“Strange. Go back to sleep.”
Max never got an answer back, because you were already zonked. He chucked and turned back over, phone clenched in his hand as he watched the edit of Charles’s 2022 sunset lap into his 2023 pre-storm qualification. However, he didn’t know that his volume was so loud.
“He was sunshine, I was midnight rain…And I could see it all in my mind…”
“I KNEW IT! YOU WATCH THEM TOO!”
“GO TO SLEEP!”
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Okay I’m gathering all my brain power for these and repurposing my own aus in my head 😼
Anyways imagine Dutch princess reader x lando. Hear me out okay so imagine every year when they hand out the trophies in the Netherlands reader hands it out and she’s friends with max because of him being their pride and joy of the country. Blind item comes in to duexmoi (want the person to be anon but their tag is like orange land or something that plays off orange and the fact that lando has the joke that natherlands is like a second home race)(idk how to spell it I’m not a gossip follower) about a certain Dutch princess with a f1 driver and everyone immediately assumes max and reader. Lando could hard launch them being like wrong orange boy or they could just be spotted on winter break having a vacation together. Imagine they met at like a gp when lando podiumed there (im manifesting for this season) and like when she was visiting garages there he rizzed her up
Idk you could scrap everything and I would still eat it up 🫶😽
WRONG DRIVER — LN4
summary: in which people think that you and max are dating, but lando is determined to prove them wrong
pairing: dutch princess!y/n x lando norris
fc: elle fanning
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notes: for my pookie @renarots 🫶 also not me saying i have writer's block and don't know when I'll post but when rena sends me an ask I 🏃♀️🏃♀️🏃♀️ to write
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princessy/n: thank you to f1 for inviting me and for letting me present the awards once again! and congrats to maxverstappen1, landonorris, and charles_leclerc for podium!
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user1: THE PADDOCK PRINCESS (LITERALLY) 🫶
user2: max and lando in the likes?/?
↳ user3: they literally got mentioned by Y/N???
user4: Y/N growing up attending gps to actually presenting in one is such a full circle moment for her
user5: Y/N you are literally the most fashionable person when you attend the paddock, please teach max 🙏🙏
↳ princessy/n: i've tried, but he's too attached to being a walking-talking sponsor for his team
↳ maxverstappen1: says the one who's obsessed with a certain jacket 👀
↳ user6: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?
landonorris: 🧡🧡
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landonorris: can't imagine being with anyone except you 🧡
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user1: lando saw people were speculating Y/N dating max and proving EVERYONE wrong 😭
user2: the hand placements in the photos AHHHHHH
user3: lando fr said wrong driver
maxverstappen1: now say thank you max for setting us up
↳ princessy/n: thank you max <3
↳ landonorris: thank you max 😄
princessy/n: THAT BIRTHDAY PHOTO IS A CRIME
↳ landonorris: no it's cute it's my lockscreen
maxfewtrell: the fact i've been present for most of these moments tell me i should hang out with you guys less
↳ princessy/n: don't lie max, you're just waiting for the perfect time to take lando away from me 😒
↳ maxfewtrell: lando's always been mine, don't lie
user4: lando dating THE Y/N aka THE PRINCESS was not on my bingo card for this year
princessy/n: my love 🧡
↳ landonorris: my princess 🧡
#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 x y/n#f1 x you#f1 fanfic#lando norris x reader#lando norris fic#lando norris imagine#ln4
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we need carlos at lorenzo’s first karting race. maybe on podium. i can imagine either lando or charles being there acting as his pit crew while carlos is on radio 🤭 while reader is being lorenzo no.1 fan screaming her lungs out
A/N: My wittle baby Lorenzo, oh how I missed this father and son duo
"Papaaaaaa, come on we're going to be late." Lorenzo whines, dragging Carlos by the sleeve. Carlos can't help the soft smile on his face as he watches his son lead him to the track.
His son has picked a similar race suit of one that Carlos used to wear at his age. Red mixed with yellow and a helmet that mimicked his current Ferrari helmet. It was sweet how much Lorenzo wanted to be like his father, and he was, right down to the far away look he'd get in his eyes.
"Lo, we're not going to be late. Mama and the others already have everything set up." Carlos calms the boy, scooping him up and moving much quicker since his legs are longer. "Yes, but still. Abuelo says the driver should be the first and last person to arrive." Carlos snorts, as his father said the same thing.
"Lo, it's okay. Look," Carlos points to where a bright red kart is surrounded by 3 adults in the colors, red, orange, and navy blue. "ChaCha!' Lorenzo squirms in Carlos's arms, whose quick to put him down.
"Enzo!" Charles yells back, dropping to his knees as the tiny Spainard rams into his chest. You laugh seeing your boy get picked up by the Ferrari driver. "Are you ready?" Lorenzo rolls his eyes, but stops when he sees his Uncle Max give him a pointed look. "To win, duh." Lando snickers as he double checks the kart over, Max holding an iPad and looking over the data.
"That's my little man." Charles put's Lorenzo down, taking the helmet from your hands.
"Drivers, report to the start line in 10 minutes. 10 minutes." The announcer cuts off, as Lorenzo whines. He always gets frantic before a race, the nerves sending him bouncing. "Lo, deep breath." You remind him, which has your son stopping in his tracks.
Closing his eyes he takes the deep breath and feels the nerves leave him. "I'm ready." Max smirks, as Carlos bends down, helping the large helmet onto his head. "Get 'em." Max sticks out his hand and Lorenzo giggles, giving the fist bump.
"Please, just be careful. No crazy moves." You beg, kissing his helmet and saying a silent prayer that this race will be safe. "No promises, Mama." You shake your head as he get's into the kart. Watching your son be wheeled away by his Uncles, Carlos leans over kissing you gently. "He'll be fine." He reassures, which has you nodding your head.
"Go, before you can't join." Waving him off, Carlos jogs off to the sides with everyone else. The sound of the gunshot has your nerves ramp up as you watch Lorenzo zoom off.
It's a long race, which has you cheering and wincing whenever he made a pass on another driver. With the last lap you see that Lorenzo is closing the gap to the leader which has you out of your seat. "Go! Yes, baby!" You scream seeing Lorenzo go on the inside and cut off the other driver taking the lead.
"YES! Go Lorenzo!" You jump up and down not even waiting as you rush to the guys side. "Oh! HE WON!" You scream, Carlos catching you and spins you around as the guys cheer on Lorenzo across the finish line.
Running to the finish line, Lorenzo stands up and waves his hands wildly which has Carlos laughing and ripping him off his feet. "Eh, that's my boy!' Carlos laughs, tickling Lorenzo's stomach who laughs and smiles brightly behind his helmet.
"Well, looks like he is following in his father's footsteps." Max chuckles as Lando and Charles fawn over little Lorenzo. You bump him with your elbow which has the Dutch cracking a bright smile.
"Yeah, soon he'll be beating you too." Max scuffs, but you don't miss the fire in his eyes. "Let him get some chest hair first."
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Miami GP 2023
1. Max Verstappen
2. Sergio Perez
3. Fernando Alonso
#F1#F1 edit#f1 wallpaper#f1 2023#verstappen#Max verstappen#Max verstappen 33#Max verstappen 1#Orange army#Dutch lion#1#33#Sergio Perez#Sergio Perez edit#Sergio Perez 11#11#Red bull#red bull racing#fernando alonso#Fernando Alonso edit#aston martin#edit#wallpaper#formula 1
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PLEASE i need to read your thots on lestappen x bimbo!reader. i think it would be so cute
I've been thinking about this for DAAAAAAAAAYS
lestappen love their girl
she's all smiles and giggles
charles and max love taking care of her
there's little nothing better for them
they spoil her rotten
Charles loves taking her on holidays
and Max loves takes her shopping
like, seriously, there is nothing better for max than seeing her eyes light up as he, with arms full of shopping bags, paid for something she'd just admired
Charles loves taking his partners on holiday
loved seeing his girl in her bathing suit as they lounged around a pool
it was rare max would take his shirt off on these holidays
when he did, his partners made him feel so fucking loved
lets talk races
the red bull merch is nice, but not pretty compared to the ferrari merch
that was why max couldn't be hurt when his girl wore a ferrari shirt
she was still supporting him at the end of the day
the one exception to this was at Zandvoort, the dutch grand prix, where she would wear orange
it's not easy to pull off orange, but she does it
the boys get her whatever she wants
that was how they found themselves with Max's cats and a dog
she has her own dressing room, with a walk in closet and all the makeup she could ever need
Max's camera roll was mostly pictures of her
she posed for them, blowing a kiss towards the camera
she fixed charles' terrible fashion and they became known as the 'fashionable couple'
there were a lot of jokes with the fans that max was their third wheel
because there was no getting that man to wear anything but his skinny jeans
lestappen are obsessed with their girl
showing her off every chance they get
as long as she was happy, they were happy
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| RTB - Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Pilot Reader
Word Count - 3.4k
Summary - The reader is the pilot, AKA Stitch, of an apache helicopter, one the most dangerous, advanced killers in the sky. She’s been the 141′s go-to when they need aerial support for a year. After their latest mission, Ghost seeks out Stitch to offer a special thank you.
Warnings/Tags - 18+ ONLY, swearing, dry humping, switch, unprotected sex, creampie
A/N - If you haven't already, I would suggest you read Incident Report before this one
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Soot and smoke coated Ghost’s tongue and every breath felt like an attack on his lungs. The smell of burning flesh and gunpowder made his head spin. All that combined with adrenaline and anger, it was his life support. He clung to his senses with a feverish need. Rubble and bullet shells littered the ground around them. His once-black uniform took on a greyish hue from all the dust. Sweat rolled down his back and he had to blink it from his eyes.
Beside him, Price was on the radio, his outrage tangible as he called for aerial backup for a third time, “I’ve got my men pinned here! Where the fuck is my support!”.
Ghost felt a bullet's heat as it raced past the exposed skin of his neck, leaving behind the ghost of a burn. He ducked down behind the concrete barrier, cursing at himself, “We won’t be able to hold this position for much longer, Price. We need a plan to get us the fuck out of here,” Simon repositioned himself for a better vantage point. Ghost had long since run out of ammo and had resorted to picking up magazines from his dead comrades. He silently thanked every one of them, ripping off the dog tags from the few he could to take back to base with him.
Price gave him a curt nod, “Chopper is five minutes out. They were diverted from another mission.” his face was grim and every muscle in his body was taut, readying to run for new cover or the bite of a bullet. Five minutes was a lot of time in situations like this, a lot could happen in a matter of seconds. He could die in half that.
The team was forced into a corner of the compound, and they were getting hammered. There was nowhere left to go. He kept one eye on the darkening sky beyond the compound's wall, hoping to catch a glimpse of the incoming heli. He figured the pilots on board would have reached out by now, but the radio remained utterly and eerily silent.
He craned his neck, hearing the distant sound of its propellors, but with the ruckus around them, it was difficult to determine exactly how far out it was. Something in his soul urged him to bring his radio to his mouth, “We’re in the southwest corner,” he was speaking to the pilots, who were most likely biding their time before revealing their presence to the enemy. If that were the case they were probably dark, using minimal instruments to keep their profile as discreet as possible.
Then he saw it. The slightly darker patch of sky.
Then it was firing, and screams followed.
And just like that, this fight was shifted in their favour.
Bursts of orange and red as fire erupted from the helicopter's guns in erratic intervals, and in between they would shift positions, making it nearly impossible to predict where they would shoot from next.
Then a very familiar voice came across the radio, “Hello boys.”
An involuntary smile split across Ghost’s face.
“You’re fashionably late,” Price quipped back.
“And here I thought you’d be excited to see us,” you replied as you dipped the heli back behind the walls, using it as cover as you moved closer to the closed gates keeping them from their escape, “Should I knock?”
They didn’t bother with a reply before Dutch let loose, blasting open the gates. You could nearly hear his smile, “Ladies first.”
Being diverted from a different mission meant you didn’t have nearly enough firepower or fuel to do any real damage, but you could do enough so the soldier below would be able to breathe a little and regain their footing.
You glanced down at your fuel gauge, cursing, “We’ve got five minutes of fuel before we’re RTB. Give me some targets,” You couldn’t stop yourself from searching the ground below in hopes of seeing a familiar figure.
Someone pointed a laser at one of the watchtowers, marking it and the people within as prey. You angled the aircraft, giving Dutch a clear view of the tower. With the help of the last HELLFIRE missile you had, it was desecrated in a matter of seconds.
The floodlights that were pointed to the outside of the compound turned on, momentarily blinding you. The enemy used the distraction to shoot back at you. Bullets dinged off the sides of the Apache.
“Smoke!” someone called from over the radio.
“Flares,” your muscle memories kicked in, your thumb finding the appropriate buttons as your eyes still had yet to adjust. Somewhere beyond the cockpit, you heard as your flares interrupt your death. You gritted your teeth, you weren’t sure you had the firepower left to fight this fight, but the thought of leaving those guys down there helpless wasn’t one you were willing to have.
Your attention snagged on the fuel.
You didn’t have a choice. You were already cutting it close.
Dutch listed off what he had left to throw at him. The list was devastatingly short.
“I have one more good run before I have to turn back.”
Another laser pointed to a truck on the other side of the now blown open door, a mounted machine gun giving suppressant fire to the ground crew. With that truck, even with the gate opened, they weren’t going anywhere.
“Copy,” Dutch replied, his head already turned and locking in on the target. He unloaded the last of his rounds into the truck and the surrounding area.
Reluctantly, you pulled back from the fight, “We’re RTB,” again you search for Ghost amongst the group. Finally catching the flash of white of his skull mask. The nerves that gripped your chest loosened, “And as much as I love these play dates with you guys try and stay out of trouble will you?”
You’d arrived back to base a few hours ago but still had yet to change out of your jumpsuit. You were immediately dragged into a debrief. You checked your watch for what seemed like the hundredth time since this meeting began.
Task Force 141 has yet to return, and you were beginning to ruminate. While in the sky it was easier to ignore your feelings, having to focus on not being struck by an anti-air and falling out of the sky didn’t allow for such mundane activities. Now that you were on the ground, you had all the time and safety in the world to just think.
You could say that’s why you loved flying so much. You’d never be able to say it out loud under the fear that you’d be grounded for a month under the mental health act; but, you’d sooner die than give up flying.
Suppressing a yawn you sat next to Dutch in the room, arms crossed and legs stretched out in front of you. Your eyes grew heavy as you blinked up at the screen before you. You leaned closer to Dutch, “You think they’d notice if I just left?”
A mischievous smile tugged at his mouth, “Not if you crawled.”
You pinched his thigh, scowling, “You’re a pervert.”
There were probably twenty other people in this room right now. You could undoubtedly sneak out.
A shiver raced down your spine, and your instinct told you that someone was looking at you. You peeked over your shoulder and locked eyes with the tall ominous figure standing at the back of the room. His hand still hovering over the doorknob. He jerked his chin to the hallway. A silent invitation to join him.
Dutch was already rolling his eyes in pretend irritation, “You’re boyfriend beckons you.”
You made a face at him, “He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Tell him that.”
You bit your lip to keep from grinning at the idea. You two were by no means together. Not to say that there wasn’t something there that could potentially foster such as relationship, but now wasn’t the right time. Neither of you had the time or the means for it. It would only compromise both of your work.
And relationships between two soldiers were frowned upon by the higher-ups.
You stood up silently, kicking Dutches ankles on your way by.
Ghost slipped out of the room all too silently. You met him just down the hall.
His eyes dipped to your chest and heated. You removed the top of your jumpsuit and tied it around your waist, revealing the plain black tank underneath that did everything right to show off your curves.
Then he was looking everywhere but you, his shoulders tensing, before he started to walk down the hallway. You fell into pace beside him.
You check over him, looking for any signs of injury. Once satisfied that you couldn’t find anything you tilted your face up to his, “You guys should've had an aircraft on standby for that mission,” you reprimanded, half annoyed with him for getting into danger.
He shrugged, “It was supposed to be covert.”
You analyzed his dark uniform, perfect for blending into the night and the shadows. He didn’t have his gun, and he carried his tactical vest in his hand.
“You guys were lucky we had enough fuel to divert our route. What if we weren’t there?” you bit out, anger flushing your skin.
He opened a door for you. The door to his accommodations, you realized. You couldn’t help but notice the space still smelled like you. Or your signature scene of eucalyptus and lavender. You’ve been spending a condemning amount of time here, and with him.
“Good thing we’re lucky,” he pulled at the words with his tongue before turning back to you, eyes flashing to your figure again. His hands reached down to the know that kept your jumpsuit tied to your waist and tugged you closer to him, his other hand wrapping around the back of your neck. You could still smell the fight on him. Dirt and smoke. A now familiar smell.
Your fingers hooked around his belt loops. Heat radiated off of him and warmed your front. Already you were breathless.
He shook his head, “It’s a damn good thing you were there.”
A question formed and you tilted your head at him, lips parting, “How did you know to tell us where you were? How did you know we were already there?” You had made sure your ETA was skewed to disorientate the enemy if they had access to your guys’ comms.
“I figured there was a reason you guys were dark,” his hand traced the lines of your body, memorizing the feel of you under his fingers. They twitched impatiently against you. He slowly walked you backwards to the door to his bedroom, taking his time in watching you stumble over your weakening knees. “How can I thank you?”
If he could read your mind and all the filthy thoughts that popped into your mind, he hid it well. Your ears burned in chagrin. You tugged his shirt out from his pants, diving underneath to touch his skin, “Let me touch you.”
Ghost bit back a hiss when you dug your nails into his abdomen. He kicked the door closed behind him, reaching back only to lock it. Within seconds, his shirt was discarded somewhere on the floor, his muscles on full display as he did so. Your mouth went dry and the sight and the heat that was just at the tips of your ears shot down between your legs. No amount of time would ever tire you of seeing this man undress.
Next was his mask, revealing the devilishly beautiful man underneath. The only way you could describe him was as “sinful”. Black still smeared across his features but it only accentuated his features.
Fuck, you would eat out of the palm of his hand if he told you to.
Whatever he saw on your face made him look away from you with a shy smile, a breath of a laugh escaping him.
You brought his face back to yours, and you had to stand on your toes to reach his mouth. You’d be a fool to think that the kiss was anything but greedy. His mouth immediately opened to yours and he tilted your head with a hand to deepen it. You pressed yourself into him, needing to feel him against every inch of you. A calloused hand reached to touch the bare skin under your tank and traced the line of your spine. Your tongue brushed against him, and you turned to liquid.
He undid the knot of your jumpsuit, and you stepped out of it. Leaving you bare apart from the tank top, a bra, and underwear.
This time, it was your turn to guide him. You took him to his bed, “Lay down.”
He didn’t waste a second and pulled you down with him. You were a tangle of limbs before you planted your knees on either side of his hips. With shaking fingers, you shamelessly outlined the lines and curves of his abs and chest.
Not once did either of you break the kiss, which had become a mess of breath and lips and teeth.
You pressed your hips into his, finding his own arousal there. He groaned at the pressure, hands flying to your waist, and pulling you harder to him. Already a carnal heat that only showed up when you were with him was building somewhere low in your womb. And even lower still.
God, he felt good.
He was going to be the death of you. You were going to burn up in his arms until there was nothing left of you but your need for him.
He paused for a second, his hand disappearing under the waistband of his pants to readjust himself to better align with your strides. You tested, feeling the full length of him pressed to your core, “Carry on,” before his smile could take form it fell away to a hiss when you began a languid pace.
You rolled yourself down on him, your mouth finding the pulse at his throat and licked a stripe it.
Simon liked to pride himself on his control over his needs. He wasn’t a teenage boy after all. He was a man who was more than capable of asserting some sort of rule over his body.
Until just now.
Right then, his entire mind went blank.
He wasn’t sure if he had inhaled too much smoke or if he over-exerted himself today, but that control was nowhere to be seen. His hands fell to your thighs, allowing you full reign on the speed and intensity.
You felt a knot at the apex of your tights tighten, and the liquid arousal that accompanied your desire. You hadn’t even cum yet and you were already soaking through your panties and his pants.
Your kisses to his skin turn into hot desperate breaths, and it sent tingles throughout his body. Your moans were like fuel to a flame and it was driving him insane.
You clung to him, his skin slick with yours and his sweat, as you chased after your climax. He let you use him however you needed. Some ludicrous and giddy part of him revelled at the fact that he wasn’t even inside you and you were still half-wild for him.
Suddenly, your pace stuttered and became erratic. That knot finally loosened and you melted onto him, your body twitching, but you maintained some form of a rhythm.
You pulled back to look at him, his eyes squeezed shut and his bottom lips pulled between his teeth.
You felt him jerk under you, pressing himself impossibly closer to you, his mouth falling open into a downright filthy moan.
You welcomed the wet warmth between him and you that followed.
You chased after his release with him.
You also came back down with him, slowing down to a purr on top of him.
He was breathless, his body jolting with every change of direction.
He would have been a little embarrassed for cumming in his pants if it hadn’t felt so fucking good.
“So sensitive,” you crooned, drawing a line from his heart to the line of hair that faded into the cover of his pants. At first, you weren’t sure he heard you, but then he was growling and flipping you off him. You were face down on the bad, trapped underneath him, his knees moving to spread your legs apart.
“Shouldn’ve said that,” he snarled, his voice dangerous.
He pressed himself into your backside.
He was still devastatingly hard.
You whimpered into his bed, arching your back.
A hand slapped your clothes pussy and you mewled at him in understanding.
Do. Not. Move.
Then the fingers of the same hand outlined your folds over the already damp fabric, focusing on your clit. With his weight on top of you giving your lungs little room to expand and the fact that your brain was short-circuiting your breaths become shallow and unproductive.
He pressed his fingers into your cunt, the only thing keeping him from actually entering you was your panties.
You writhed, desperate for friction. A second slap against your heat stilled you.
“Ohmygod,” you breathed, your legs trembling.
He pushed the cursed fabric down your legs, stopping at your knees. His fingers delved into the slickness there. He swore, almost impressed with how wet you actually were.
Spread your arousal everywhere, across your folds, the sides of your thighs, up to the rounds of your ass. He wanted you a mess in his bed. And you were. You weren’t sure if you were drooling or not, but there was a high chance you were.
Then his attention was back at your core, finger sliding into you without so much as a warning. Your greedy pussy tightened around his fingers, milking them as if they were his cock. His approving groan was nearly enough to send you over the edge. He was whispering naughty, impish things into your ear. Your name rolled off his tongue in a way that made to want to scream.
Still sensitive from before, it didn’t take much from him to entice another orgasm from you. Time wrapped but it couldn’t have been less than a minute before you were spasming around his fingers, and your mind was momentarily fried.
He was whispering in your ear. Your comprehension went out the window so didn’t know what he was saying but from the tone of his voice, he was mocking you.
You felt him shift so he was behind you. He attempted to knock your legs further apart but your panties were still locked around your knees, tying them together.
You felt something warm and velvety soft tap at your entrance. Once, twice. He slid his cock between his fld, coating himself in you.
He asked you a question, probably for permission. The thought that you could string together a coherent sentence right now was laughable. You weren’t even sure you could be trusted to provide your own name.
You could only nod and with your last dregs of will, lift your hips to his.
There was no amount the sex or foreplay that could prepare you for the sheer fucking size of him. He wasn’t just long, not that his eight inches was something to roll your eyes at, but he was thick. Thick enough that when you took him into your mouth, your jaw would ache for days afterward. He was always gentle and never shoved himself inside you like an animal, but you still needed a few seconds to catch your breath each time.
The broken sound that same out of you was naughty, and Simon had to bite his lip to keep from cumming from the sound alone. You were also impossibly tight, but he’d be damned if he got bested by you a second time tonight.
He cruised into a fast pace, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. The tip of his dick hit your cervix with every thrust. And with every retreat, he brushed against your g spot.
In these moments, there was only him. Only the sounds of his breath, and the feel of his skin. It made him addicting. When with him, especially like this, it was like a moment of reprieve from worries and stresses in life.
The world could be ending and you wouldn’t care. There could be air raids and a fire outside your door and you would still feel completely safe with him. Death and hurt couldn’t reach you when you were in his arms.
His rhythm faltered when you squeezed around him, and he cursed, his arms moved from your ass to brace around you. He just arms shook to keep from crushing you.
He could feel you quivering, both around him and beneath him as your third orgasm approached.
You were going to be the death of him, and he didn’t mind one bit.
You writhed under him as you reached your undoeing, unsure if you wanted him further in or out of you.
You could feel his seed spurt out of him, and coat your inner walls. You could feel his cock twitch with every spray.
He started to slow, letting you reel yourself back into your body. You were spooled out across his bed, onto the floor, floating in the air.
He slid off the bed, carefully tucking himself back into his pants. Which, only now did you realize he didn’t have the patient to remove. He was all wandering eyes and a rueful grin. He was slightly out of breath when he spoke, “So sensitive.”
A/N: You like that?
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Max Verstappen x royal!Reader - Social Media AU (Part I)
princessoforange
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princessoforange An amazing night celebrating motorsport before the Dutch Grand Prix. Thank you to Formula 1 and Red Bull Racing for your warm hospitality
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redbullracing it’s only fair that actual royalty got to meet red bull racing royalty (and by that we mean the car)
dutchroyalnews as poised and elegant as always no matter the occasion!
lightsoutlucy do you have a favorite driver?
formulanone she’s the future queen of the netherlands and is spending the weekend as red bull’s guest. i think it’s pretty obvious who her favorite driver is
lightsoutlucy charles leclerc?
formulanone 😐
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kymillman THE PRINCESS OF ORANGE
Her Royal Highness Y/N, Princess of Orange, pictured arriving at Circuit Zandvoort, certainly looked the part with an orange outfit and orange accents
She is doubly representing the royal House of Orange and showing support to Max Verstappen, whose Orange Army similarly dons the bright color due to Dutch cultural ties to the royal family
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paddockstyle oh wow she’s gorgeous and i’m obsessed with that dress
royalfashion it’s belgian label natan couture, a favorite of the dutch royal women
princessoforange
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princessoforange You make your country proud with each and every race but witnessing your stunning victory right here at home in front of a sea of orange was beyond what words can describe 🇳🇱
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maxverstappen1 winning my home race is one of the best feelings in the world made even better by everyone cheering me on. thank you for the tremendous support 🧡🇳🇱
redbullracing ❤️🤍💙
orangearmyf1 one of us! one of us! one of us!
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formulagossip Max Verstappen was pictured dining with Y/N, Princess of Orange and friends at De Librije after his win last night
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f1wagupdates 👁️👄👁️
verstappenupdates 👁️👄👁️
danielricciardo 👁️👄👁️
f1wagupdates ummm daniel???
danielricciardo hey i’m as surprised as the rest of you that max has this much game … or any game for that matter
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verstappenupdates the princess of orange and our orange prince 🦁
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madformax okay but if they get married, max will be the literal prince of orange
verstappenupdates it’s written in the stars
supermaxfan they had dinner once after she represented the royal family at their home race. we don’t even know if they’re more than acquaintances. i don’t get why everyone is jumping to conclusions
verstappenupdates did you miss the way they’re holding hands or are you just in denial? pretty clear that they are way more than acquaintances and more than simply friends too
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