drivers i write for: charles leclerc, oscar piastri, george russell, lewis hamilton, max verstappen, sebastian vettel, lance stroll, arthur leclerc, pierre gasly, ollie bearman, mick schumacher
yes: platonic fics (sister!reader, friend!reader, for certain drivers, x daughter!reader), romantic fics, angst, comfort, smau, mental illness (limited to depression and ED's, I wouldn't want to write anything else and have it messed up)
no: smut, poly x reader, nothing to do with any discrimination
Pairing/s: Charles Leclerc x Single Mom!Verstappen!Reader, Charles Leclerc x Romy Verstappen (baby!oc), Max Verstappen x Sister!Reader, Kelly Piquet x Verstappen!Reader (Platonic)
c/w: vomiting, morning sickness, pregnancy, nothing else I believe?
w/c: 2.5k
previous chapter // series masterlist
The warm breeze coming in from the open balcony doors carried the scent of the sea, soft and familiar. Monaco had started to feel like home, in a way you never expected it to. Romy was sprawled across your lap, giggling at the cartoon dancing across the TV screen while your fingers absentmindedly played with her curls. She was getting bigger every day—more words, more personality, more of Charles' mannerisms than you'd care to admit. Max hadn't been entirely supportive of your idea of moving in with Charles, he thought it was too soon, you had only officially been together for two months, and he thought that Charles would need some time to adjust to living with Romy.
It had been almost two months since Max found out about you and Charles. You still remembered the tension in the air, the weight in your chest as you waited for the inevitable fallout. But Max hadn't shouted. He hadn't stormed out or demanded you break things off. He just looked at Charles for a long, long time and said, "You hurt either of them, and I put you in the wall, Leclerc. Understood?"
And Charles hadn't. Not even close.
He loved Romy. He loved you. And for the first time in what felt like forever, you let yourself believe that maybe—just maybe—you could love him back without being afraid. Without being afraid of being too much, being yourself, or more likely, being afraid of him.
Still, the nausea that had hit you this morning made your chest tighten. Charles had noticed this morning, but you waved it off, telling him that you were fine - Plus, he had been hovering over you lately, noticing just how off you had been feeling; you almost wanted him out of the house, pushing him to go out to lunch with his mother and brothers so you could just have some you time.
You'd blamed it on leftover stress. Or bad takeout. Or a stomach bug Romy might've picked up at the playground. But now the dizziness was creeping back, like a slow wave rolling over your senses. You blinked and steadied yourself with a hand on the armrest as you sat up. Gently moving Romy off of your lap, smoothing her curls as you tried to ground yourself, her blue eyes looking up at you, concern written across her tiny little face.
You felt... off.
Your fingers drifted to your stomach without thinking.
No.
No, you knew this feeling. The heaviness. The tightness in your chest. The way your body felt different in a way you couldn't explain but instinctively recognized.
It couldn't be.
You swallowed hard, trying to quiet the racing thoughts. Romy clapped and giggled beside you, completely unaware, her tiny hands reaching for yours.
And suddenly, you were hit with a rush of emotion so strong it stole your breath—fear, joy, disbelief, all tangled up and crashing into each other. A part of you wanted to run to Charles immediately. Another part needed a moment to breathe, to figure it out on your own before saying the words out loud.
No. It was too soon. You had only been together for 2 months. There was no way you could be pregnant, not again.
You glanced at the clock.
The pharmacy was still open.
You let out a deep breath before smiling down at your daughter, trying to ignore the tears bubbling in your eyes. You scooped Romy into your arms and pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, her laughter still bubbling in your ears as your heart pounded beneath your skin.
You needed time. Just a night to breathe, to figure it out—privately.
You grabbed your phone, thumb hovering for a second before tapping Kelly's name. She picked up after two rings, her voice warm as ever.
"Y/N? Everything okay?" She held the tone of a concerned older sister, which in all honesty, over the past couple months, was what she had become to you.
You hesitated. "Yeah—well, not really. Um, I've just been feeling a little off today. Dizzy, nauseous, kinda exhausted. I think I might be coming down with something."
Kelly's voice softened instantly. "Do you need anything?" She sounded like she wanted to ask you the question which you were currently dreading hearing from absolutely anyone.
"Actually... I was wondering if you and Max could take Romy tonight? Just so I can rest. I hate asking last minute, but—"
"Of course," she cut in. "Max will come with me. We'll be there in twenty."
You let out a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding. "Thank you. Really."
Twenty-five minutes later, you stood in the doorway, Romy bundled up and excited to go with her "Unca Max" and "Auntie Kelly." Max raised an eyebrow, scanning your face like he always did when he suspected something was off.
"You sure you're okay?" he asked, voice low but laced with concern.
You nodded, almost too quickly for your older brother's liking. "Just tired. Probably a stomach bug or something."
Max didn't look entirely convinced, but he didn't press. Kelly gave you a gentle hug before heading back to the car with Romy on her hip.
You closed the door as calmly as possible, waited five full seconds, then grabbed your keys and made a beeline for the pharmacy.
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The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as you stood frozen in the family planning aisle, staring down at the wall of pregnancy tests like they were judging you, the logos on the boxes staring you down, the positive signs on the boxes taunting you.
Cheap ones. Fancy ones. Early-result ones. Digital ones with little smiley faces. So many brands you'd never heard of. You hesitated, then grabbed all of them. Literally. One of each. You were sure that it would come to at least 100 euros, but at this point, you didn't care - You needed to know either way.
The cashier at the checkout didn't say anything, bless him. He just blinked at the pile and started scanning with the efficiency of someone who'd seen weirder. You smiled politely, your heart beating so hard you were sure it was about to start hammering out of your chest. He smiled back at you awkwardly.
"You really wanna make sure, huh?" He said awkwardly, almost making you giggle. You laughed nervously and nodded, looking around to make sure that no one you knew was here - Especially Lukas. He was a constant fear for you, you were always cautious that he was around, despite the fact that Max had been in contact with lawyers to get a restraining order against your ex. "That comes out to..70.99..Cash or credit?"
You couldn't get to your wallet quick enough, handing him 75 and all but running out of the pharmacy. You practically sprinted home, tore the tests open like they were evidence in a crime scene, and lined them up on the bathroom counter like tiny soldiers preparing for battle.
And you best bet that you took every. single. one.
Sitting on the cold tile of the bathroom floor, you thought of either outcome. If you were pregnant, would Charles leave you? would he want you to keep the baby? would he be happy? mad? tell you to leave? If you weren't pregnant, were you sure that you would be disappointed, or would you be relieved?
The alarm you had set on your phone started ringing, along with your phone vibrating on the floor beside you. Letting out a deep breath, you stood up to turn the small, plastic sticks over.
You didn't even need to look twice.
Positive.
Positive.
Positive.
All of them.
You stood up, moving to yours and Charles' shared bedroom, shock settling in your bones. You sat on the edge of the bed, your phone clutched tightly in your hand, but you couldn't bring yourself to open it.
The pregnancy tests still sat in the bathroom, a stark white-and-pink army of truth lined up like they were mocking you.
You were pregnant. Again.
And for a while, you'd let yourself feel that first flicker of joy, let it bloom in the quiet - You were the only one who currently knew about the little baby growing inside of you. But now the joy was drowning beneath a tidal wave of fear.
This was too soon.
You and Charles had only just begun. Barely two months since telling Max. Barely two months of peace after years of chaos. This wasn't supposed to happen yet—not until you'd figured out how to let yourself be happy without looking over your shoulder. Not until Romy had more time with Charles. Not until you'd healed.
What if this was too much, too fast?
You chewed at your bottom lip, your heart pounding like it wanted to break out of your chest. What if he panicked? What if he only thought he was ready, but deep down he wasn't? You knew what it looked like when someone said all the right things but didn't really mean them. You'd lived it.
What if you lost him?
You curled into yourself, clutching a pillow to your chest. You wanted him. Needed him. But you were terrified of breaking the very thing you'd just started to build. The dam behind your eyes burst as you started bawling, overcome with so many emotions, unfortunately, most of them negative.
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Meanwhile, just across town, Charles leaned back in his chair at his mother's kitchen table, laughing softly at something Arthur had said. The sunlight poured in through the wide windows, glinting off the glasses of iced coffee and the remnants of lunch.
Pascale smiled fondly as she topped off Lorenzo's drink, then looked at Charles. "You seem happy lately," she said, her tone casual but warm.
"I am," he replied, and the answer came so easily it surprised even him.
Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Because of Y/N?"
Charles didn't even try to hide the grin that tugged at his lips. "Yeah. Because of her. And Romy."
Pascale leaned in slightly, her mother-sense kicking in. "She's good to you."
"She's amazing," Charles said without hesitation. "And she's been through a lot. She's strong—really strong—but still soft with Romy. I've never seen someone do both like that."
Lorenzo exchanged a knowing look with Pascale as Charles went on, unaware of how freely his heart was pouring out.
"She's an incredible mum," he added quietly, almost like he was speaking to himself now. "Watching her with Romy... I don't know. It just makes me think."
"Think about what?" Arthur asked with a smirk, clearly fishing.
Charles chuckled but didn't deny it. "That I'd be lucky to have a baby with her someday. I mean—not now, obviously," he said quickly, glancing at his mother. "But yeah. One day. I'd want that."
Pascale reached over and gently squeezed his hand, her eyes kind. "You'd be a wonderful father, Charles. When it's time, you'll know."
But back at home, you didn't know.
You were still staring at the phone, wondering if now was the time. If he'd come home and you'd blurt it out. Or if you'd stay quiet a little longer, just to have one more day of pretending everything was still simple.
Because no matter how loving Charles had been, how gentle or patient, no matter how many times he'd told you that he loved both of you... there was still that broken, battered part of you that didn't fully believe someone could love your mess and not eventually walk away.
And now... you were carrying a secret that could change everything. After sitting on the edge of your bed for what felt like hours, you heard the front door click open before you saw him. Keys jingling. A soft thud as his shoes hit the mat. The rustle of a paper bag — probably the pastries he always brought when he visited his mum. You didn't move from the edge of the bed, legs curled beneath you, heart hammering in your chest like it had something urgent to say.
"Mon amour?" Charles called gently, voice echoing lightly through the flat.
You swallowed, throat tight. "In here."
He rounded the corner a second later, warm and golden in the soft evening light, cheeks still slightly flushed from the walk, curls messy from the breeze. He looked so happy. So light.
His face softened when he saw you, pale, almost like you had seen a ghost.
"Hey," he said, smiling. "Everything okay?"
You nodded too quickly. "Yeah. Just... tired."
He leaned over to kiss your forehead, his hand resting briefly on your shoulder. "Kelly said Romy was already asleep when I called. Max apparently let her run wild on the beach." You gave a small smile, but it didn't reach your eyes. Your fingers twisted in the edge of the duvet that lay beneath you. Charles noticed. Of course he did. He didn't push, though. He sat down beside you, close but not pressing, like he knew you needed space to come to him.
You stared ahead at nothing for a long beat.
"I was thinking about us today," he said softly, "When we were at Maman's."
Your heart squeezed, so tightly, you were thinking it was either going to burst, or stop entirely.
"Oh?" you managed to ask, voice small, scared that if you spoke too loud, your voice would break, and then he would know that something was wrong.
He nodded, smiling to himself. "She asked how I was. I told her the truth. That I'm happy. Really happy." He glanced at you, then looked down at his hands. "I said something else too. I... I told them how amazing you are. With Romy. With everything. How much I admire you."
You felt your throat tighten again, but this time for a different reason. Tears built behind your eyes, as you listened to Charles all but pour his heart out in front of you.
"I said I'd be lucky to have a baby with you one day," he added gently. "I meant it."
Your breath caught, and before you could stop yourself, your eyes welled with tears.
Charles blinked, startled by your sudden silence.
"Hey," he said quickly, turning toward you. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
You shook your head. "No—yes. I don't know. I just... I've been sitting here all day trying to figure out how to tell you."
"Tell me what?"
Your voice broke as you finally said it. "I'm pregnant."
The words hung in the air, fragile and enormous.
Charles froze, eyes widening as the weight of it sank in.
You were already bracing yourself for the silence — the shock, the uncertainty, the questions. Maybe even fear.
But instead, he exhaled softly, blinking as if trying to catch up with his own thoughts. And then he did something you didn't expect.
He smiled.
"You're... sure?"
You gave a tiny, tearful laugh. "I took seven tests."
"Seven?"
"Maybe eight."
He let out a stunned breath, hand moving to your knee. "And they all said—?"
"Positive," you whispered.
He was quiet for a second more, and your heart clenched. You couldn't read his expression. He looked like he was on the edge of something huge.
Then he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. His voice was low, steady.
"Okay," he murmured. "Okay. We're okay. You and me."
You clung to him, the tears finally spilling over. "It's so soon, Charles..."
"I know," he whispered into your hair. "But I don't care. I love you. I love Romy. And I already love this baby."
You didn't say anything — couldn't. You just held onto him like you were afraid to let go.
And maybe for the first time in your life, you didn't feel afraid of what was coming next.
My name is Amy, I am 22 years old and I live in Vancouver!
I wrote for marvel way back and after seeing thunderbolts it really put me back in the mood, so here I am again 6 years later!
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Kelly and the reader having an alcohol free girls lunch/night I know that's right
I LOVE THIS OKAY LETS GO
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You and Kelly giggled to each other as you watched Charles and Max struggle to fold up Romy's stroller, arguing about which lever to pull and which way to push to fold the thing up.
"No, I think that you push the switch down and pull the lever up," Charles suggested, standing back observing with his hands on his hips. Max let out a string of curse words in dutch, causing you to smack your older brother in the chest, glaring at him for using such obscene language in front of your daughter; who was blissfully unaware of the problems her stroller were causing to her uncle and Charles.
"I give up, Y/N, please help us," Max said, standing back with Charles and letting out an exasperated sigh. You laughed as you shook your head, crouching down to fold your daughter's stroller up, picking it up and handing it to your brother. "Oh...well..You've clearly had much more practice at this than I have." You and Kelly chuckled at his excuse, and realised that maybe the two of you had been a bit too optimistic in leaving your daughters with the two men.
"Charles, I love you, but please don't break my baby," You smiled up at him, placing your hand on his chest as he chuckled. He flashed you that million dollar smile, causing your stomach to do somersaults, god he knew how to get to you. He bent down to kiss you, placing a gentle kiss to your lips.
"I love you too, Mon amour," He smiled, placing his hand on the small of your back, and not lower - He knew that he was already on thin ice with Max, and he didn't really fancy his chances of Max sending him into the wall. "Enjoy your night with Kelly."
The house was unusually quiet when you and Kelly had finally settled in for your alcohol-free girls' night. The plan had been simple—no distractions, just the two of you, a couple of movie classics, takeout, and the blissful peace that could only come from spending time together as friends. No boys. No drama. Just a good, old-fashioned girls' night in.
After dinner, the two of you had settled into the couch with snacks scattered across the coffee table, surrounded by the hum of a soft, ambient soundtrack playing in the background. The scene felt comforting—just two best friends enjoying the simple pleasures of an evening off. No responsibilities, no work, just them. The scene from 13 going on 30 had you thinking back on the past 3 years of your life - Being with Lukas, having Romy, getting with Charles, it had been a whirlwind, and you and Kelly both knew that you needed tonight to unwind.
"You know that Max and I are incredibly proud of you, right?" You nodded as you looked up at Kelly, a small smile on your face as you leaned into her.
Kelly was the closest thing that you had to an older sister, since Lukas had caused such a significant rift between you and Victoria, your own older sister. You were too nervous to call Vic, and explain to her that you had left Lukas, and in the 2 years since you had spoken to her, you had had your own daughter, and made her an aunt.
"I know, Kelly," You acknowledged her. "Thank you, for everything that you and Max do for me and Romy. I don't know what I would do without you guys."
would anyone like to send some little drabble prompt scenes for the story of us!!! with charles, reader and romy !! or even max, kelly and reader!! anything!!
Pairing/s: Charles Leclerc x Single Mom!Verstappen!Reader, Charles Leclerc x Romy Verstappen (baby!oc), Max Verstappen x Sister!Reader, Kelly Piquet x Verstappen!Reader (Platonic)
C/w: mentions of abusive relationships, that is all i believe !
W/c: 2k
A/n: okay here she is!! Chapter 5!! FIVE WHOLE CHAPTERS!! I hope you all enjoy this chapter and as always, feedback and reblogs are always appreciated
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The night you shared with Charles following him asking you to be his girlfriend had been one filled with lust and passion, and had ended with you and Charles naked together in a hotel room, clothes strewn across the room carelessly, as he had undressed both you and himself on the way to the queen size bed which took up most of the space in the room.
You had remembered to text Kelly that you would be staying the night with Charles, the two of you had gotten too drunk at a club and had needed to stay at a hotel, with your now boyfriend in no condition to drive either of you home. She had laughed and showed Max the text, to which your brother protested to her, adamant that even though it was 1am and Romy had just settled down, that he would go and pick you up.
"No. Absolutely not, I'll go and pick her up," Max said, swinging his legs out of bed as he reached for his sneakers, which lay discarded by the bed. Kelly sighed and shook her head, tugging him back into bed, gesturing to the sleeping baby at the side of their bed.
"Will you relax. I just got her settled down and Y/N is fine, you know how much Charles loves her and plus, this is her first time on a date and night out since she had Romy, this is good for her, Max." She told him, watching as the cogs turned in his head and he realised that as usual, he was being irrational when it came to you.
Kelly understood it, however. She knew that she could never even begin to comprehend how hard it must have been for Max to have to lose you to Lukas, and to watch you lose yourself to him. To watch your baby sister lose all sense of who she was and become someone else entirely must have been heartbreaking, especially when she had already been through so much.
However, in a hotel room on the other side of Monaco, this was no concern of yours. The sunlight streamed through the hotel room's sheer curtains, casting a warm glow on the tangled mess of sheets and limbs sprawled across the queen-sized bed. You stirred first, your head pounding from the previous night's indulgence. Groaning softly, you pressed your face into the pillow before remembering you weren't alone.
Charles.
The memory of your night together came rushing back in a hazy yet vivid blur—the laughter, the drinks, the way his hands had explored her body with a mix of urgency and neediness. You turned your head slightly to see him still asleep beside her, his dark lashes resting against his cheek, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. He looked peaceful, almost angelic, and for a moment, you felt entirely at peace. In this moment, the outside world meant nothing to you, in this room it was just you and him. Just you and your boyfriend.
You smiled as you felt Charles' strong arm wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him, as if he feared letting you go would mean losing you forever.
"Morning, mon amour," His deep, groggy voice murmured against your bare shoulder, sending a shiver down your spine. You turned to face him, noticing the lazy, yet smug grin on his face as he studied your features. "Regretting anything?" he teased, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. You chuckled as you shook your head, gently placing your hand on his chest.
"Only those last 6 shots of tequila," You grimaced, almost as if thinking of the liquor could put the taste back into your mouth. Charles chuckled, rolling onto his back and stretching. "Fair enough." He turned to look at you again, his once playful and teasing expression softening.
"But you don't regret saying yes to me?" He almost sounded like he was pleading with you, hoping that you hadn't said yes to him out of pity.
Your heart skipped a beat, possibly even two. The memory of him asking you to be his girlfriend was a bit hazy with how much alcohol you had consumed after dinner, but how could you forget the way he looked at you—hopeful, nervous, but so genuine. And you had said yes, without a single doubt in your mind.
You smiled, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. "Not even a little bit."
The drive back to Max and Kelly’s house was surprisingly yet comfortably quiet. You sat in the passenger seat, gazing out the window, the weight of the events of the past 24 hours settling on your shoulders. As if sensing your unease, Charles reached over, intertwining his fingers with yours as he drove. His touch was warm, grounding. “You okay?”
You turned to him and offered a small, tight lipped and nervous smile. “Yeah. Just… preparing myself.”
His face softened. “For what, mon amor?”
“I don’t know, what if Max gets upset and mad at me, you’re like…his rival, Charles,“ You mumbled, gently playing with the rings which decorated his fingers. Charles chuckled, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss against your knuckles.
“You know he loves you, and at least you have me as a human shield if he does decide to throw a little tantrum.” You smiled, Charles’ humour helping to ease your nerves.
As they pulled up to the house, once again, your nerves spiked slightly. You knew that Max wasn’t actually mad at you, just worried, but that didn’t make the confrontation any less exhausting - Max had already watched you suffer through one car crash relationship and he would be damned if he let that happened to you again. Charles put the car in park and turned to you.
“Do you want me to come in?” He asked you, almost hoping you would say yes, he had missed Romy, despite having only seen her recently. As if you could pick up on his optimism, you smiled as you nodded.
“Well Romy has missed you,” You smiled, telling him as though the answer was already known before he had even asked the question. You and Charles got out of his Ferrari, and you smiled as you noticed in the window that Kelly was holding your daughter, grinning as you noticed her squirming in Kelly’s arms. “See, she is already so excited to see you.“ You said, turning your head to speak to Charles. He was walking beside you, his hand placed almost protectively on your lower back.
He smiled back at you, noting the absolute adoration that your eyes held for your daughter. It was repetitive, he knew, but he couldn’t believe how far you had come since leaving Lukas, and how despite everything, you loved your Romy with everything you had and more.
“You know Max is probably gonna ask you a million questions, but you can just ignore him,“ You told him, turning your key in the door and smiling when Kelly opened the door, Romy squirming in her arms to reach out for you. “Hello, my little love!” You greeted her excitedly, quickly taking her from Kelly’s arms before she tumbled out of them.
As soon as she was in your arms, Romy buried her face in your neck, babbling happily in a mix of nonsense and a few real words.
“Mama, mama, home!”
You felt your chest tighten in the best way, kissing the top of Romy’s soft curls, inhaling the familiar baby scent that she had missed way too much in the last twelve hours. “I’m home, my love,” you whispered, swaying gently.
Romy lifted her head, her chubby hands coming up to pat your cheeks excitedly. “Mama gone!” she declared, then furrowed her brows in the most adorable pout. “Mama no go!”
You giggled, hugging her close. “I know, I know. I missed you too, baby.” Charles stood behind you, smiling as he watched the interaction between you and your daughter. He smiled gently as he watched Romy place her chin on your shoulder and then smile up at him, her blue eyes trusting him.
Yours, Charles, Kelly’s, and even Romy’s heads snapped up to look at Max as he cleared his throat, standing in the living room with his hands on his hips.
“She was up at five in the morning looking for you,” he grumbled, though his expression softened slightly as he watched his niece happily cling to her mother.
Kelly rolled her eyes before giving Max a glare. “She was up because she’s a baby, Max.”
In return, Max gave her a pointed look. “She was specifically calling for her and not you, so.”
She laughed, shaking her head before turning to you. “Ignore him. She was fine—just extra clingy this morning.” You rubbed Romy’s back soothingly, feeling a small pang of guilt.
“I should’ve been here when she woke up.” You frowned, placing a gentle kiss to the crown on your daughters head.
Max let out a sigh. “Yeah, you should’ve,” he muttered. The comment stung more than you would have liked to admit, you knew deep down that Max didn’t mean anything by it, but it made you feel even more guilty than you already did. Kelly, however, was not as scared to stand up for you.
“Shut up, Max.” She told him firmly. She knew exactly what it was like to be in your position, a single mom who just needs some time to yourself, the last thing you need is parenting advice from your brother, who’s parenting advice should stop at cats. Sensing that maybe this time he had gone too far, he backed off.
Charles stood beside you, his arm resting on your back as your body almost moulded to his. Kelly looked over to the two of you and smiled, knowing that your date had obviously gone well, however, Max, was not as excited about this as Kelly.
“No. No, absolutely not,” He said adamantly, he knew that look in the Monegasques eyes. “You’re not allowed to date her.” Charles furrowed his brow, but expected this reaction from your older brother. You held Romy closer to your chest and scooted closer to Charles, waiting for how he would respond to Max.
“Max, I understand that you are protective over Y/N and Romy, but Y/N is an adult, and it is not my intention to hurt either of them, I love Y/N and I love Romy,” He admitted, hoping that your older brother could see how sincere he was being with his words. “I would never want to hurt them. I just want to love them.”
Your eyes met Max’s, pleading with your older brother to please, please, please, see that your boyfriend was being entirely meaningful in his words, and that in all his actions, made you feel so entirely loved. You watched as Max mulled it over, before sighing and shaking his head.
“You hurt either of them, and I put you in the wall, Leclerc. Understood?”
Loved your work! I have a request for a Max Verstappen fiction. Here's the idea:
Max Verstappen and the Reader have been friends since childhood and started dating when they were 15. The Reader is currently the number one ranked tennis player, with 2 Wimbledon titles, 3 French Open titles, and 2 Australian Open titles to her name. She is the best in women's singles and doubles tennis at the moment.
The Reader is a badass, known for her fiery press conferences and domination on the court, much like how Max is in racing. Despite being a power couple in front of the world, they are very vulnerable and weak for each other. They know the struggles both have been through—she understands the impact Max's childhood and his father, Jos, have had on him, and he knows the challenges she faces, including attacks and pressures from the media.
They are incredibly supportive of each other. Max attends all her Grand Slam matches, and she visits his races. They are deeply in love and very open with each other, understanding each other's feelings and experiences.
That's the type of story I have in mind. I hope you like it!
Best regards,
Anon.
Hi anon!
I absolutely love this idea! I think it's really cute and would love to write it, but I unfortunately know nothing about tennis and the issues that players would face, so unfortunately I won't be writing this!
