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A/N: I know I am horribly late with this one but work simply kicked my a$$. No proofreading done. Likes, Comments and reblogs are welcome. I love them.
Max Masterlist
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It was another race weekend in yet another country and Y/N found herself trailing behind Max to keep him company and give herself a small break from the chaos of work. It was the free practice Friday and after winding up the day's activities Max and Y/N found themselves in each other’s arms all set to drift off to sleep.
“Max,” her voice was a mere whisper which Max would have missed if he wasn’t paying any attention. He didn’t reply but let out a silent hmm acknowledging that he heard her.
“What are your birthday traditions?” Max’s birthday was a week away and fortunately for Y/N, it was a non-race week. She has been planning for his birthday since September started. She was very excited to know his birthday traditions, be a part of them, and if he would agree to make some new traditions.
“Birthday traditions?”
“Yes, like what you do special and different on your birthday. Like every year for me and my sibling's birthday my parents would take a day off from work and we would have a huge family lunch with all our extended family before we went to party with our friends at night. My mom would make my favorite chicken dumpling soup every year for my birthday and my dad would get the ice cream that I loved the most from a cafe across the town.”
Y/N kept sharing her favorite birthday memories and Max reveled in them with a smile. Growing up for Max there were no birthday traditions or day off. His dad never allowed him to take a day off saying hard work doesn’t need rest. As he grew up and made his way to F1 and made friends who are part of his inner circle now, Max still didn’t have any special traditions. If it was a race week, Red Bull would celebrate his birthday and then he would go to the most expensive club in town and party till sunrise.
“I don’t have any traditions. We party either at Jimmyz or Saas,” Max shrugged.
“What?” Y/N who was lying in Max’s arms exclaimed and sat up.
“Come back here,” Max pulled her back into his arms and settled his chin on top of her head.
“You need to have some birthday traditions. Can I plan your birthday and make some new traditions?” She asked playing with the pendant that rested on his chest.
“Sure. Whatever makes you happy,” Max kissed her head and closed his eyes but those words broke her heart.
Those words bore a heavy weight. All his life he did what made others happy but Y/N was determined to change that. From now on his birthday would be the day when he would do things that would make him happy and a few of those things are sharing a meal with his family and a celebration with his friends. She made a mental note of a few things she needed to do in order to get started before drifting into slumber.
The days leading up to the birthday went by quickly. Y/N was still busy with planning and the cafe while Max was occupied with sim work and his other commitments. He promised to keep himself free for the entire weekend for Y/N and her birthday surprise for him. She has been so excited about his birthday that it slowly started to rub off on him too. Max won’t admit to anyone, not even himself but he was looking forward to a non-race weekend.
Y/N on the other hand had a lot of things to sort out. The first thing she did was to call Sophie and Victoria and request them to fly down to Monaco to spend the weekend with them and celebrate Max’s birthday. Sophie was overjoyed. She missed so much of his life that she’d look forward to these little moments like these. Y/N also requested Sophie to send over some childhood pictures of her and Max that were not seen on the internet to her for her birthday gift for Max.
Her next invitation was sent to Christian, GP, and a few other close associates of Max at Red Bull. She would often tease Max calling Christian his work dad and GP as his work wife and the celebration of his life would be incomplete without these two men.
Y/N planned the entire weekend revolving around Max and finally, the big weekend arrived. Max got the first surprise when he saw his mom, his sister, and his nephews sitting at the dining table, sharing a warm cup of coffee.
“Mom? Vic?” Max exclaimed standing in the middle of the kitchen and dining room thanks to the open kitchen plan of their shared home.
“Max.”
“Big bro.”
They both rushed to hug Max while Y/N stayed back with the boys.
“Happy birthday,” they whispered simultaneously as Max took them both in a hug. He closed his eyes to feel this moment and save it in his memory forever. It wasn’t a race weekend and he had to be nowhere and this was a moment that Max got to experience only a few times. Just him and the people he loves. He opened his eyes to see Y/N fist-bumping in the air and he smiled knowing she pulled all stops to make this special for him. She did this to make him happy.
The rest of the Friday morning was spent catching up on old times, sharing stories, and creating new memories. By the time afternoon rolled in Monaco Max found himself on his yacht accompanied by his mom, sister, nephews, and Y/N.
He was lying on the deck chair soaking in the sun when he felt her perfume seep into his senses. “Finally, I got you,” He held her wrists and gently pulled her into his lap.
“I hope you liked the first part of the surprise.”
“Loved it but there’s more?”
“Yes.”
“What is it?
“You have to wait till tomorrow.” There was silence for a few minutes before y/n spoke again, “Max, I tried reaching out to your father but he refused to talk to me. I think he doesn’t like me very much.”
Her words were mere whispers but he understood she was sad and hurt by his father’s behaviour. He’d have a word with him about making her sad but right he wasn’t important to him.
“Hey, it doesn’t matter what he thinks,” she was about to say something but Max put his finger on her lips and continued, “I know you went over and above to make this birthday special and happy for me and I tell you what you succeeded. Thank you so much Y/N,” and Max captured her lips for a toe-curling and soul-stirring kiss.
By the time they came back to shore on Saturday, Y/n, Sophie, and Victoria rushed home saying they had to prepare for a special pre-birthday dinner for some surprise guests.
“More surprise guests?” Max whined trying to pull Y/n with him. He barely got time with her since yesterday and he needed to be close to her.
“You’d love them and now go and rest and please get dressed in the clothes that have been kept aside.”
Max gave her a pouty look which she pecked immediately and sent him out of the kitchen. Max sulked for a while but then he got busy in his sim and time flew by. As the time for dinner came nearer Max found himself dressed in slack pants and a button-down shirt, both Y/N’s choice. They were all giving the finishing touches to the arrangements when the doorbell went off. Max kept looking in the pots to see that everything was his favorite and that’s when Victoria informed him that their mother cooked this special meal for him with help from her and y/n.
“My god Max,” Christian’s voice caught him off guard as he stood in the patio inspecting food.
“Christian?”
“Y/N invited us for a special birthday dinner,” Geri spoke as she took him in a hug.
“Happy birthday son,” Christian whispered hugging him and Max truly felt that he was surrounded by love.
“Happy birthday mate,” GP’s voice boomed as he pulled Max into a hug followed by his mechanics from Redbull.
As they all sat around the dining table enjoying a beautiful meal outside of the work environment cherishing memories and stories, Max leaned into y/n who sat next to him, and whispered, “Thank you for this. All of this.”
“Aren’t they perfect for each other?” Geri asked Sophie as both the women watched Max maxplaining something very technical to you and you were completely engrossed in it asking questions to him which made his eyes sparkle with joy.”
Right at the stroke of midnight when the date changed to 30th September, Y/n walked in with a beautiful cake to officially celebrate Max’s 26th year.
The next morning Max woke up to an empty bed with a note from y/n wishing him happy birthday and asking him to meet at her cafe for breakfast. He got dressed and walked out to greet his mom and sister and accept wishes from them. He asked if they weren’t coming but they denied saying they’d like to catch up on some more sleep.
Stepping into the cafe nothing felt out of order. Everything was quiet and serene, just the way he liked. Except this time even your assistants were not present.
“Happy birthday my love,” Your voice broke his chain of thoughts as he saw you standing there with a bouquet of red roses, a symbol of your love, passion, and dedication for him, and a single cupcake with a candle. He accepted the flowers and took a moment to appreciate them and then blew out the candle as instructed by you but only after making a wish.
“Your birthday gift. I hope you like it,” you slide a neatly wrapped rectangle gift.
“It is from you so I already love it,” he opened the to see the words “A Cherished Life” written in your handwriting.
As he kept flipping pages, he kept going down memory lane with all the pictures. Pictures he hadn’t seen in years. Pictures he thought he lost but here they are. Pieces of his childhood that he loved. And it didn’t contain just his childhood but his career as he grew up. His karting days, his F3 days, and early F1 days when Christian took over the role of his mentor. His world championships. Every photo was special with a story behind it Max shared them with Y/n sitting in the same café they first met.
Max didn’t realize how fast the day went by in a flurry of activities, how he got ready in the evening and went to party with his friends at the club but this time he was joined by y/n. unlike every year he didn’t get drunk to not remember what happened in the night, this year and every year from here on he wanted to remember every moment of his birthday spent with her, his family, and his friends.
Driving back home in the late hours of the night, Max couldn’t help but keep glancing at the sleeping figure of y/n in the passenger seat and how she made this birthday one of his most special and hopefully started a new tradition. Now when he thought, he realized there had been so many new traditions with her and he loved them all.
Summary: A very cliched meet cute on Charles's birthday.
A/N: No proofreading. Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated. I love them.
Charles Masterlist
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If there’s anything Charles hates, it is being late and now he is late for his ‘surprise’ birthday party. It was supposed to be a surprise until Arthur in his drunken haze spilled the beans that his family and friends were throwing him a surprise party. Even though the surprise was ruined, Arthur requested Charles to act surprised for their mother’s and extended family’s sake.
Charles ran his hand through his curls looking at the time as he briskly walked towards the elevators. He laid down in the evening for a power nap which turned out to be a full nap spanning hours and now he was late. He woke up to calls from Arthur and Lorenzo who were still blowing his phone.
He quickly got into the elevator and pressed the button for the floor before he got busy on his phone. Soon enough he felt another person, probably a female walk into the elevator but he didn’t bother looking up.
You entered the elevator with a deep sigh. You really had a long day at work and couldn’t wait to crash into your comfortable hotel bed. You had recently moved to Monaco for a long-term project and have been living in the hotel for the time being. Even though your hotel bed was very comfortable it was no match for a bed at home. You really needed to find a place and move out of this hotel asap.
The elevator just started before it started shaking violently and suddenly screeched to a jarring halt. A small scream escaped your mouth as you hid your face in your palms out of fear. You have watched enough horror movies to know nothing good comes in this scenario.
“Hey it’s okay,” a heavily accented voice forced you to look up a good few seconds after the elevator stopped. The man was standing in front of you and pressing a few buttons on the pad while simultaneously trying to call someone. You immediately took out your phone to call someone for help, even though you knew no one in Monaco, only to realize there was no signal.
Both your efforts came to a halt when a voice came through the speakers. The announcement was in French and you didn’t know French but the man in front of you seemed to understand as he sighed and shook his head in disappointment.
“What did they say?”
“Looks lik…” Charles turned around to reply to you but the moment he looked at you words got stuck in his throat. It wasn’t like he had not seen beautiful women. In fact, he had seen and moved around very beautiful women but there was something about you that just had him tongue-tied at the first look. He wanted to look away but his eyes refused to leave your sight.
“Looks like?” Your words brought him back to reality.
He cleared his throat and replied, “There’s some problem with the circuit wiring of this elevator and it may take some time.”
“Oh great. Just what you needed,” you slid down the wall and sat on the floor making yourself comfortable. Charles looked at you with a raised eyebrow.
“You should sit down too. I have experience in this.”
“Exactly how many stopped elevators have you been trapped in?”
“Oh, this is my first but I have read enough about faulty elevators and all.” You took out two protein bars and gave one to Charles who decided to take your advice and sat on the floor.
“Seems like you are well prepared for this.” You just shrugged at his comment and there was silence again but it wasn’t uncomfortable.
As Charles sat on the floor of a faulty elevator of a five-star hotel sharing a protein bar with a stranger, he didn’t feel anxious. Your presence was like the calm of the dawn when everything was still swaying between sleep and awakening state. It’s been just a few minutes but Charles knew he liked your company and he would like to know more about you.
“I am Charles. Thanks for this,” he gestured toward the half-eaten protein bar.
“Y/N. Ahh that’s fine. I always keep extra for emergencies.”
“Y/N,” Charles whispered to himself as if trying to see how your name felt and he liked how your names rolled off his tongue.
“So what else do you know about this situation?” Charles asked.
“Well, I know that this is the mother of all cliches.”
Charles gave you a puzzled look and you finally turned toward his to give him the complete discourse.
“It is the most cliched meet cute trope used by rom-com authors and movie directors. A man and a woman meet for the first time in an elevator that stops.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“What else happens?”
“They either talk for hours and end up falling for each other or in some cases, one of them will be claustrophobic and the other one comforts them and they too fall for each other.”
“So, in every version they both fall for each other?”
“Yes. That’s the whole point of a romcom meet cute.”
“What do they talk about?”
“Anything. Their work, hobbies, dogs, etc.”
“So, what do you do?” Charles asked as soon as you finished.
“Are you trying to rizz me up?”
“Is it working?” and you both started laughing at the funny situation and from there words started flowing between you both like you’ve known each other for years.
Charles found it hard to believe that he was having an open dialogue with a stranger. There was as much comfort in talking to you as it was in sharing silence with you.
You told him about your home country and how you moved recently to Monaco for work and still looking for a place. Charles being a local immediately agreed to help you find a nice and cozy place. You were shocked to know that he is a F1 driver.
“No way,” you exclaimed in a high-pitched tone making Charles giggle at your astonished expressions.
Just as you both were getting lost in conversation the elevator suddenly came to life and started moving much to both of your annoyance.
Soon enough it was time for you to get off the elevator. As you gathered your belongings and got up, a strange sadness engulfed you that this might be it and you may never see him again. But what you didn’t know was Charles was not yet ready to say goodbye to you. Not yet.
“Have lunch with me tomorrow,” he spoke as you were about to step out of the elevator. His words stopped in your tracks and in a literal sense you were one step in and one step out of the elevator.
“What?”
“Have lunch with me tomorrow. Even we deserve the most cliched elevator meet cute conclusion.” He quickly added, “And it’s my birthday so you cannot say no to me” when he saw you were thinking too much.
“Fine meet me in the lobby at 12 p.m.,” you replied as you walked out of the elevator. Charles was on cloud nine after scoring a date with you and he was already looking forward to tomorrow morning. Maybe being occasionally late was good. As for you, you saw Charles doing fist bumps in the air as the elevator door closed and couldn’t help but smile. You stood in the lobby even after the elevator was gone having finally understood why it is called mother of all cliches.
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