Hiya this is my first request ever so I’m a little bit nervous.but I was wondering if I could ask about a max verstappen fic with his little sister who comes to the paddock but gets hurt and all the drivers and tp help her please. If not all good.
Hello anon! I hope you like this! It's fun making this, it took a while cause I'm still busy cause we just started our capstone research in my college so yeah.
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Request is open for any F1 drivers, can do F2, F3, Indy, Motogp but I need to check them out before doing them so I actually know them. No smut cause I can't write smut to save my life.
She's Back
Platonic!Max Verstappen x Sister!Reader
-Where you return to the paddock after years away, instantly thrown back into chaos when you trip in Ferrari hospitality.
You never thought walking back into the paddock after years away would feel this surreal.
The smells of fuel, the hum of engines, the chaos of mechanics moving around, it all hits you like muscle memory.
You had grown up here, a constant shadow to Max when he first debuted.
The little sister clinging to his sleeve, trailing behind him with wide eyes while he stormed through the sport.
Now, after years buried in schoolwork, you’re finally back.
Of course, the first thing you did was find Max, throwing your arms around him before he could even put his phone away.
He laughed, ruffling your hair, muttering something about how you hadn’t changed at all. But as soon as you were sure he was okay, the old restlessness pulled at you.
You had to see everyone else again, especially Lewis and Charles.
The Ferrari hospitality looked exactly how you remembered: polished red and glass, people weaving in and out with espresso cups and laptops.
You were so focused on the sight of it that you didn’t notice the cable snaking across the floor until it hooked your foot.
Your stomach lurched as you stumbled forward, the ground rising up faster than you could stop it.
You hit the floor hard enough to jar your teeth, your palms scraping, your elbows taking the worst of it.
The sting was immediate, hot and sharp, and when you tried to push yourself up, blood welled across your skin.
The chatter around you died.
Eyes turned.
For a moment, the whole hospitality froze, people staring at the girl who had just face-planted in the middle of the Ferrari setup.
Heat flooded your cheeks, mortification pressing down on your chest as you tried to stand without looking completely pathetic.
But before you could gather yourself, two familiar voices cut through the silence.
“Hey, hey, are you alright?”
Lewis practically barreled toward you, Charles right at his heels.
You barely had time to mumble something before Lewis crouched down and swept you up like you weighed nothing, cradling you in his arms bridal style.
Gasps rippled through the crowd, and if your face wasn’t already burning, it was now.
“I can walk,” you stammered, though your arm throbbed with every twitch.
“You’re bleeding." Lewis said firmly, his grip steady as he carried you without hesitation. His face was all focus, no room for argument.
Charles leaned close as he walked beside you, his expression soft with concern. “Don’t move your arm too much, it’ll sting worse. Just breathe, yeah? We’ll get it cleaned up.”
Every instinct screamed at you to disappear into the floor, to pretend this wasn’t happening. But with Lewis holding you securely and Charles murmuring reassurances, the humiliation dulled into something else, something unexpectedly safe, as if maybe falling back into this world wasn’t so terrifying after all.
Lewis and Charles didn’t waste time getting you patched up, sitting you down while someone scrambled for a first aid kit.
You tried to keep your face neutral, but your cheeks still burned under the weight of all the curious stares.
The younger drivers in particular lingered nearby, whispering as though trying to piece together who you were.
It didn’t take long for Max to storm in. “What the hell happened?” His voice was sharp enough to make half the hospitality flinch.
He crossed the space in seconds, crouching in front of you with eyes darting straight to your elbow. “You’re bleeding.”
“I tripped over a wire,” you muttered, trying to sound casual.
Max exhaled through his nose, muttering something in Dutch under his breath before glancing at Lewis and Charles. “Thanks. I leave her alone for five minutes…” He shook his head, but when he looked at you again, his expression softened.
He still looked like the same big brother who had pulled you through paddocks by the hand years ago. “Are you okay?”
“I’ll live,” you said, giving him a small smile.
By now, a small crowd had gathered. Lando, George, and a few others exchanged confused looks before Oscar finally asked, “Wait… who is she?”
Charles was the first to answer. “Max’s little sister.”
That caused a ripple of disbelief. Kimi blinked. “No way. You’ve never been here.”
“She has,” Lewis cut in, almost amused. “You just weren’t around then. Back in 2016 the whole grid kind of… adopted her.”
George frowned, clearly skeptical. “Adopted?”
“Pretty much,” Charles said with a shrug. “She was always here with Max, always trailing after someone. It didn’t matter what team, what garage, she was like everyone’s little sister.”
The newer drivers still looked doubtful, as if this was some elaborate inside joke.
That was when Fernando appeared.
He walked in briskly, spotted you instantly, and all that legendary composure cracked into pure concern.
“Are you hurt badly?” he asked, kneeling down beside Max as if you were his own family.
Before you could answer, he reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small packet of spanish grape candies, pressing it into your hand.
Your face lit up without you even meaning to. “You still have these?”
Lewis laughed under his breath, shaking his head. “You still have those?”
Fernando gave a small, almost smug smile as he leaned back. “Just in case she visits again. And I was right.”
The room shifted instantly.
The doubtful glances from the younger drivers softened into something else, curiosity, awe, maybe even a bit of envy.
The weight of humiliation you had been carrying since your fall seemed to melt away, replaced with something warmer.
You were lingering at the back of the media area, half-hoping no one would notice you, when Nico’s sharp eyes caught you instantly.
He excused himself from the group he was talking to and strode right over, grinning wide.
“There she is! I was starting to think you were just a rumor,” Nico announced, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “Everyone’s been talking about you since you tripped in Ferrari hospitality.”
Your cheeks burned, but before you could defend yourself, another familiar voice chimed in.
“Wait, wait- hold on. Did she trip again?” Jenson appeared out of nowhere, laughing as he joined Nico at your side. “Unbelievable. I leave for a few years and some things never change.”
You groaned. “It was one time.”
“One time today,” Nico corrected smoothly.
Jenson smirked, nodding. “Exactly. See, this is why the 2016 grid adopted you. You were chaos wrapped in a paddock pass.”
Nico chuckled, tightening his arm around you as though to keep you from escaping. “Remember when she interrupted my interview just to ask if I liked strawberries?”
Your face flushed hotter, and Jenson perked up immediately. “Oh, I remember! And then she stole my water bottle right after. She was like our little mascot, bouncing between garages.”
“I was not a mascot,” you tried to argue, but both men were already laughing, trading memories over your head.
“Sure you weren’t,” Jenson teased. “Tell that to the thirty drivers who used to fight over who got to babysit you between sessions.”
You couldn’t stop the embarrassed laugh that slipped out, shaking your head as both of them kept grinning at you like proud, sassy uncles who’d just uncovered your most mortifying secrets.
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