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Hi! Just wanted to tell you that I love your Max/GP fic and I can’t wait for the next chapter 🤩

Oh that's so sweet! I will have some time this weekend to crack on with them. I'm about to put them in situations so I need some clarity of mind

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Rivers of Light || part 9 ||

(reminder that this in its entirety contains mpreg, reference to giving birth, Max Verstappen's bad dad, past abuse, and on-track accidents.) I also know nothing about Cyril's personal life so I've gifted him a hot French wife and a fancy house, as he deserves.

All previous parts can be found in the masterpost here.

Max had almost forgotten about Cyril's invitation to dinner. About Bastiaan's invitation too. Bastiaan's never been invited anywhere. This is his first time. So many firsts. Such a little baby and such a lot left to experience.

Part 9

Daniel suggests they walk to Cyril's for dinner. It's only five minutes away, he explains. It's why he booked this hotel instead of one closer to the Renault offices. "Cyril always has the good wine." Daniel looks hopefully in Max's direction.

Max had almost forgotten about Cyril's invitation to dinner. About Bastiaan's invitation too. Bastiaan's never been invited anywhere. This is his first time. So many firsts. Such a little baby and such a lot left to experience.

"We could test out the new carrycot," Daniel says.

Max is changing Bastiaan's nappy on the changing mat laid out on the floor. Bastiaan never particularly likes nappy changes but for once he's not complaining too much. Daniel's kneeling down next to them, booping Bastiaan on the nose with his new pink rabbit, and Bastiaan is too confused to be concerned about having his nappy changed. He doesn't even pee on Max, which has been his little trick the past few days and one Max grew tired of after the first time.

"Okay," Max says. Walking is good, because it means he can leave and bring Bastiaan back if it turns out he doesn't like dinner invitations. "I haven't got anything to give them." He knows the rules of dinners. You take a gift. Wine. Flowers. He wants Cyril to work with him. He wants a contract. A way back into racing.

"Cyril won't mind," Daniel says, shifting from booping Bastiaan on the nose to stroking the rabbit's soft nose over Bastiaan's cheek. Bastiaan likes that. His mouth curves up at the edges. He kicks his little feet. "But I just picked up some wine and chocolates for Sephine. They can be from both of us."

"I'll give you some money for them," Max says stoutly. He leans in and kisses Bastiaan's little knees before putting him in a clean babygro. He has a little blue cardigan with flowers on for Bastiaan to wear over the top. One of the ladies in Celine's book club gave Celine a bag of baby clothes for him, hand-me-downs from her grandchildren. Max thinks the baby was probably a girl, but flowers are nice and it doesn't matter. Bastiaan deserves nice things like flowers. Max had bought a newborn baby starter kit of six little stretch suits and six vests and two cardigans like his leaflet about preparing for his baby had said to. He doesn't have a washing machine at home so he has to walk to the communal ones, and Bastiaan isn't very good at staying clean and dry all day long, so the bag of clothes has been very helpful. They're for different ages too so Max doesn't have to worry so much about finding the money for new clothes when Bastiaan grows out of these.

"Sure," Daniel says easily. "We can sort it out later."

Max nods. He concentrates on getting Bastiaan ready to go out. It might be cold outside, but his little suit has mittens that fold down over his hands, and Max has a little stretchy hat for him too. The new giraffe sleeping bag doesn't have sleeves, so it's good about the cardigan and the mittens. He can put Bastiaan in it and then into the carrycot pram. He puts Bastiaan's three toys into his backpack, and the new pack of wipes into his changing bag. His baby blanket is already in the backpack. All Max has to do is go to the toilet and brush his teeth and put his shoes on and he's ready to go.

"Will you look after him?" he asks Daniel, once Bastiaan is installed in his brand new carrycot. "I'll only be a minute."

"Uncle Daniel to the rescue," Daniel grins. He leans over the pram. "Hi baby. What chaos are we going to cause while your dad's away?"

"Don't cause chaos," Max says. "I won't be long."

"Take as long as you need," Daniel says airily. He's put a corduroy tote bag in the tray under the pram with Bastiaan's changing bag. Max heard the clink of wine bottles as he put it there.

He hears Bastiaan start to cry as he's sitting on the toilet.

"Don't hurry up," Daniel calls. "Me and Bastiaan are hanging out."

"He's crying," Max calls back. "Of course I will hurry."

"We're good," Daniel reiterates. "We're just getting used to each other. See, no more crying already."

Max hurries up anyway. He speed brushes his teeth. Splashes water on his face. But when he comes out, Daniel's holding a bemused Bastiaan. He's not crying.

"Look who's back," Daniel says. "Is it your daddy? Is your daddy back?"

Bastiaan's little mouth curves up into a smile.

Max thinks: You are lovely. He holds his hands out for his baby, and kisses both Bastiaan's cheeks as he takes him from Daniel and tucks him into his chest. "I was only a little way away," he says. "Was it strange being in your new carrycot? We all have to get used to new things sometimes, but you're being very brave." Bastiaan curls his hand into Max's t-shirt. Daniel's folded back his little mittens. Max lets Bastiaan hold on to his finger instead. "Is Daniel your new friend? Is it nice? Having a friend?"

When Max looks up, Daniel's expression is strange again. Almost sad. Max doesn't understand that.

"Let's try again, little baby," Max says, not looking at Daniel anymore. He tucks the mittens over Bastiaan's hands. Pulls the sleeves of his cardigan down. Straightens his little hat. He puts Bastiaan down into the carrycot, and reattaches the cover. Bastiaan scrunches his face up, thinking, then decides not to cry, which Max appreciates. He puts his hoodie on, then grabs his jacket. Laces up his shoes. "We can go now."

"Okay," Daniel says. He's got a hoodie and a coat on too. He sounds a little weird. Max is very tired. He's too tired to understand. Everything's been strange for a long time now anyway, like Max has been underwater and everything's muffled and a long way away.

He can hear Bastiaan, though, and that's all he needs.

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Cyril's house really is less than five minutes away, and it's not too cold out. Bastiaan stays awake the whole time they're walking, his bottom lip jutting out, his eyes wide. He blinks up at Max, even though it's mostly dark out and Daniel has to keep checking the way on his phone. Max's phone doesn't have much data on it. He can't afford it. He's probably still paying for his old contract, for a destroyed sim card, from a bank account he doesn't have access to anymore. But it's okay. It doesn't matter. He's got Bastiaan and Bastiaan is safe, so this is better than the alternative. Nobody is trying to hurt either of them anymore.

"Cyril's wife is Josephine," Daniel says as Max pushes the pram up Cyril's driveway. "Sephine. She's cool. Very French."

"She's French," Max says. "That will be why."

"Well, yes," Daniel says, ringing the doorbell. "Look, tell me if you want to go back to the hotel, and I'll come with you."

"I can walk by myself," Max says, but then the door opens, and it's both Cyril and his lovely, beautiful, dark haired wife. They kiss Max on both cheeks as they help him inside with Bastiaan's pram. Bastiaan is still awake, so Max gets him out of the carrycot and out of his little hat and baby sleeping bag as Daniel presents the tote bag of wine and chocolates as gifts from them both.

"We're having steak," Cyril tells him. "Daniel said you liked steak?"

"Yes," Max says. Sephine wants to hold his baby. Max also wants to hold his baby but he holds Bastiaan all the time, and Bastiaan deserves more friends. He's also a very lovely little baby, so it is of course very normal that Sephine and Cyril both want to hold him. Sephine cradles Bastiaan in her arms. She tells Max that her and Cyril have never had children, but they have nephews and nieces and they love having babies visit.

Bastiaan won't know if he has cousins. He doesn't have another daddy, and Max's family is somewhere else. It's okay. Max will be enough for him. He's promised.

Cyril takes Daniel off to get drinks, leaving Sephine with Max.

"We're very happy to have you here," Sephine says. "It must have been very difficult to travel with a baby this little."

"He's a very good baby," Max says. "But everything is of course very new to him which must be very scary."

"Yes," Sephine says. "I'd probably cry too. But you must be very tired after such a big change in your life."

Max has been very tired for a very long time. He doesn't remember not feeling tired. He hasn't felt properly awake since the last time he was in a Formula 1 car. "I can do it," he says. "I can look after Bastiaan."

"I know," Sephine says. She smiles at him. Rocks Max's baby, who is quietly taking it all in. "Cyril's ecstatic you're going to be coming on board. Thinks you're a real talent."

"I won't let him down," Max says. He can't. This is the only chance he has, and he won't fuck it up. He'll have to figure out how to get to racing fitness again with Bastiaan in tow. That's another thing he hasn't thought enough about. He doesn't have to figure it out tonight, but he doesn't know how it's going to happen.

Cyril and Daniel come back in bearing wine glasses and bottles of red wine.

"You're not drinking alcohol, I don't think," Cyril says to Max.

"I don't think the baby will like wine very much," Max says. Daniel's got a bottle of iced water in one hand. He winks at Max.

"There's coconut water too," Daniel says. "I picked some up for you. You used to like that, right? Water first?"

Max did. He nods. "Thank you, Daniel."

"Any time," Daniel says. He pours the water for Max as Cyril pours three glasses of wine for the rest of them. Sephine is still cooing at Bastiaan, and Daniel comes to join her on the sofa. Cyril gets a folder of papers from the bag by the door.

"Your contract," Cyril says. "Get your lawyer to look over it. Your manager. Whoever you need. I think you'll find it's very fair but I know you will have comments. Legal will send a copy to your inbox too now the paper copy's been delivered."

Max holds the papers in his hand. "I don't have a lawyer," he says. "Or a manager. I'll look at it." He can't afford either a new lawyer or a manager and he's not going back to anyone who has contact with his dad. He sees Cyril and Daniel exchange glances, but Max refuses to go red.

"You can use my lawyer," Daniel says. "I've got contracted hours with him I'm not using because this guy's treating me too good." He tips his thumb in Cyril's direction. "Bit of contract negotiation will give him something to do."

Max looks at him.

Daniel shrugs. "Going to waste otherwise. I'll text him now." He looks at Cyril. "Might as well send him the contract direct. He can start looking at it tonight."

Nobody asks why Max doesn't have a lawyer anymore. A manager. A team. Why he's not going back to Red Bull. Why his dad's not here. Why Max is alone. Why Bastiaan has nobody in his life but his daddy.

If anyone knew where to look, they'd find out that Max's pile of secrets is way too fucking high.

"How about a tour first for Max and this little one?" Sephine suggests. "Before we get stuck into talking about racing."

Daniel laughs. "We can talk about something other than racing."

"Can we?" Sephine grins. She lets Max take Bastiaan back, and Max tucks Bastiaan in against his chest. He positions him so that he can still see what's happening and make friends, but he can do it from the comfort of his daddy's arms, which both Bastiaan and Max prefer. "We haven't yet."

"Ehhh," Daniel says. "Come on, Bastiaan, you're going to love what Cyril's done with his office."

"Oh, a wallpaper aficionado," Cyril says, getting to his feet. "I see how it is."

Bastiaan rubs his cheek over Max's hoodie like he's enjoying himself too. Max's lovely little brave baby.

"He's a big wallpaper fan," Max glances at Daniel. He bites his lip, waiting to see if Daniel will laugh with him.

When Daniel does, Max can't help it; he laughs too.

"Tour," Sephine says. She hooks her hand through Max's elbow. She confides, "It really is nice wallpaper."

"Of course," Max agrees. When he looks over, Daniel winks at him.

Max hides his smile in a kiss to Bastiaan's head.

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Rivers of Light || part 8 ||

(reminder that this in its entirety contains mpreg, reference to giving birth, Max Verstappen's bad dad, past abuse, and on-track accidents.)

All previous parts can be found in the masterpost here.

Daniel is gone for over an hour, which is a long time to just be buying baby wipes.

Part 8

Daniel is gone for over an hour, which is a long time to just be buying baby wipes.

In the meantime, Max moves the pillows into a nice little stack so that Bastiaan can sit propped up against them. He lists to one side if given half a chance, but he likes being in the hotel room with his daddy, and out of his baby seat. He likes the soft baby lamb rattle and holding on to his giraffe by the neck. He also likes the jangle of Max's keys out of his pocket.

Max grimaces as he puts the compression top back on. It chafes and has little damp patches on the inside where he's leaked milk earlier in the day. He really hadn't anticipated the leaking. He hadn't known that was a thing that happened. He doesn't know what other parents do to stop it. He's not got anyone to ask. He puts his t-shirt back on over the top and sits back on the bed with Bastiaan all propped up next to him. His little baby.

He doesn't text Daniel asking him where he is. It's a lot asking someone to be in the same space as a baby all day long. Max likes spending time with Bastiaan. They're only just learning about each other, but Bastiaan is his favourite person. And he really is becoming a little person now, with his little frowny face and his little smile just for Max. It's okay that Daniel isn't here. Max has been fine for a long time now. He's got used to being alone. He got used to not having Daniel for a friend a long time ago.

"It'll be nice to go home, won't it?" He tells Bastiaan, leaning in to kiss his little downy head. "Where our things are."

Bastiaan is focused on his rattle instead. He's managed to half-lose a sock even just sitting here. Max pulls it back up. He isn't sure where Bastiaan is going to sleep. He'd planned on holding him in the airport, so he didn't have to spend all night in the car seat, but he doesn't know here. Daniel had said something about sorting that out when he'd left to go to the shop, so maybe they have cribs in the hotel. Bastiaan's never slept in a crib. He has a Moses basket at home, and Max has it next to him on the bed. They're always very near each other.

When the hotel door opens, Max almost jumps half out of his skin, and so does Bastiaan. He makes a startled little cry of surprise and drops his giraffe.

"It's just us," Daniel says, half-kicking open the door. He's carrying a big shopping bag and behind him a hotel porter is pushing a very large cardboard box in on a cart. "I got you baby wipes."

Max picks up Bastiaan, kissing the top of his head. "Did you buy a lot of them?" He indicates the giant box, but Daniel is too busy sliding the box off the cart and tipping the guy pushing it to reply. "What is it?"

Daniel lets the hotel room door close after the porter and his cart. "Ta-da," he says. "I got you a carrycot."

Max turns his head to one side to look at the picture on the side of the box. It says Bugaboo. "Daniel," he says, while trying to soothe Bastiaan who's two seconds from bursting into tears.

"The baby needed somewhere to sleep," Daniel says. "So I got him somewhere to sleep."

"For one night?" Max asks stupidly. He doesn't understand.

Daniel is already opening the boxes. It's a black pushchair frame and a black carrycot. He's taking it out of the plastic and clicking it all together. "The carrycot can sit on here or you can have it next to you overnight. I don't know how you and Bastiaan sleep, but it's better than having to use one of the hotel cribs."

"What will you do with it in the morning?" Max asks. He jiggles Bastiaan up and down, because Bastiaan isn't used to other people and big noises. It's sad that Bastiaan only really knows Max. Other people would love him very much if they knew him.

"Well, you can take it, obviously," Daniel says, upending his shopping bag of things onto the little table. There's a new baby sleeping bag with little giraffes on. A three-pack of baby wipes. Other things.

"I can't take it on the plane," Max says. He's too tired to understand why Daniel's bought him a new pushchair. He has one. The car seat clips into it. He only has one baby.

"Well, about that," Daniel says. "Half the reason I flew up here was because I needed to pick the car up. So I'm actually driving back? Tomorrow? And I thought maybe I could drive you and Bastiaan? We can stop as much as you like then, take it easy. Give Bastiaan a nice trip back and me and you can catch up."

"I have plane tickets," Max says, because he does. They're non-refundable. He's paid for them.

"Door to door comfort," Daniel says, waving his hand at the pushchair. He bends down to get something from the table, and when he comes up, he's holding a small pink cuddly rabbit. "Hey Bastiaan, I got you a present. I'm sorry you've had to wait until now to have it, but I didn't know about you before today." He grins his lovely big smile. He leans in and touches the pink rabbit to Bastiaan's little pink nose. For a moment Bastiaan looks like he's going to sneeze, but he's just confused. He reaches out, his little hand touching the pink fur. "There we go," Daniel says. "A little rabbit just for you. I hope you like it."

"He does," Max says. Bastiaan has three toys now. He's a lucky little boy. Max still doesn't understand about the pushchair. Or about anything. He feels very stupid and confused.

"You don't mind pink, do you?" Daniel asks, still showing the rabbit to Max's baby, but he's talking to Max. "They didn't have a blue one."

"It's just a colour," Max says, because it is. He likes pink. His dad never let him have anything pink when he was growing up.

"Okay," Daniel says. "Good."

He's still making faces at Max's bemused baby, but despite his frown, Bastiaan's attention is fixed. Max knows how he feels. He's been focused on Daniel since he was seventeen years old. Having Daniel not contact him after the accident was one of the worst things, outside of losing racing. His mum hadn't contacted him either, but Max understands that. His dad explained it. She only wanted a winner, and Max had lost everything. His dad had only wanted a winner too, but he'd been saddled with looking after him after his accident. Max was sorry for that, but he wasn't sorry for getting pregnant with Bastiaan. His baby is lovely. He's not sorry for leaving his dad behind. He's never, ever coming close to Bastiaan. Bastiaan won't ever know him or be scared of him. Max has promised. It was the first promise he ever made him.

"Well then," Daniel says. "Are you up for it? Road trip with me tomorrow? Door to door service with as many on the way stops as either of you could want or need?"

Max is so, so, so confused. He feels like he's been wading through mud for months. Daniel bought his baby somewhere to sleep. He bought him a baby sleeping bag and a soft pink rabbit. He might not have been nice to Max after his crash but he's being nice to Max's baby now, and Bastiaan barely has anyone. Bastiaan deserves people, and Max doesn't have anyone to give him.

"Max?" Daniel asks. For a second, his smile slips. "Please. I want to drive you home. I've missed you."

Max has to look away. He blinks away tears. He's not a crier. He doesn't understand why this is happening to him, now of all times. The idea of not having to get Bastiaan through an airport and onto and off a flight by himself. Of spending the night in a bed instead of sitting up in an airport. Of Daniel missing him, when Max wasn't the one who walked away.

"Max?"

Max doesn't look at him. He doesn't want to cry again. Doesn't want Daniel to know that he's close to it. "Okay," he says. "Yes. Okay." He doesn't think about the money he's wasting on the plane ticket. The second pushchair he doesn't need. Eight hours in a car with Daniel.

Daniel lets out a breath. "Okay," he says softly. "Good."

Max kisses Bastiaan, and keeps holding on.

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You All Around Me

aka Alien! Max AU is now on AO3

The guy's suit seems to be intact with no visible injuries, so that's a start. He has short dirty blonde hair, an angular face, strong nose, and pointy ears. Everything seems to be in order apart from the bloo- wait a second. Pointy ears? Daniel blinks a couple times, checks again. Yep, still pointy. Against his better judgement, he reaches over the middle console and pokes his finger gently against the pointy end. Before he knows, his arms is being twisted downward and he hears a hissing noise. Before Daniel can react, his head is being smashed against the driver's door. When Daniel opens his eyes, the guy is hissing at him, sharp and pointy canines bared. His eyes look kind of funky too. Oh fuck, just his luck.

Or: Post-Singapore, Daniel stumbles upon stranded extraterrestrial pilot Max.

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You All Around Me

aka Alien! Max AU is now on AO3

The guy's suit seems to be intact with no visible injuries, so that's a start. He has short dirty blonde hair, an angular face, strong nose, and pointy ears. Everything seems to be in order apart from the bloo- wait a second. Pointy ears? Daniel blinks a couple times, checks again. Yep, still pointy. Against his better judgement, he reaches over the middle console and pokes his finger gently against the pointy end. Before he knows, his arms is being twisted downward and he hears a hissing noise. Before Daniel can react, his head is being smashed against the driver's door. When Daniel opens his eyes, the guy is hissing at him, sharp and pointy canines bared. His eyes look kind of funky too. Oh fuck, just his luck.

Or: Post-Singapore, Daniel stumbles upon stranded extraterrestrial pilot Max.

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GP and Max, 3x WDC, GP Qatar, 2023

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You All Around Me

aka Alien! Max AU is now on AO3

The guy's suit seems to be intact with no visible injuries, so that's a start. He has short dirty blonde hair, an angular face, strong nose, and pointy ears. Everything seems to be in order apart from the bloo- wait a second. Pointy ears? Daniel blinks a couple times, checks again. Yep, still pointy. Against his better judgement, he reaches over the middle console and pokes his finger gently against the pointy end. Before he knows, his arms is being twisted downward and he hears a hissing noise. Before Daniel can react, his head is being smashed against the driver's door. When Daniel opens his eyes, the guy is hissing at him, sharp and pointy canines bared. His eyes look kind of funky too. Oh fuck, just his luck.

Or: Post-Singapore, Daniel stumbles upon stranded extraterrestrial pilot Max.

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Now updated with the latest chapter: Chapter 6 - The Pool

You All Around Me

aka Alien! Max AU is now on AO3

The guy's suit seems to be intact with no visible injuries, so that's a start. He has short dirty blonde hair, an angular face, strong nose, and pointy ears. Everything seems to be in order apart from the bloo- wait a second. Pointy ears? Daniel blinks a couple times, checks again. Yep, still pointy. Against his better judgement, he reaches over the middle console and pokes his finger gently against the pointy end. Before he knows, his arms is being twisted downward and he hears a hissing noise. Before Daniel can react, his head is being smashed against the driver's door. When Daniel opens his eyes, the guy is hissing at him, sharp and pointy canines bared. His eyes look kind of funky too. Oh fuck, just his luck.

Or: Post-Singapore, Daniel stumbles upon stranded extraterrestrial pilot Max.

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You All Around Me

aka Alien! Max AU is now on AO3

The guy's suit seems to be intact with no visible injuries, so that's a start. He has short dirty blonde hair, an angular face, strong nose, and pointy ears. Everything seems to be in order apart from the bloo- wait a second. Pointy ears? Daniel blinks a couple times, checks again. Yep, still pointy. Against his better judgement, he reaches over the middle console and pokes his finger gently against the pointy end. Before he knows, his arms is being twisted downward and he hears a hissing noise. Before Daniel can react, his head is being smashed against the driver's door. When Daniel opens his eyes, the guy is hissing at him, sharp and pointy canines bared. His eyes look kind of funky too. Oh fuck, just his luck.

Or: Post-Singapore, Daniel stumbles upon stranded extraterrestrial pilot Max.

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Two Months In A Minute 

aka Max/GP double divorce verse is now on AO3

GP was just about to turn the TV off when he hears his doorbell ring. He checks the watch on his wrist. 11:53pm. Right. He detaches himself from his sofa cushion and walks down his short hallway to the door. He looks through the peephole and sees none other than Max Verstappen stand in front of his door, facing the floor. "Max, to what do I owe the pleasure?" he asks. He takes Max in. His eyes look slightly bloodshot, his shoulders are hunched forward like he's trying to make himself as small as possible. Looking back up at Max's face, he sees Max's lower lip wobble. "Hey, mate, are you okay?" GP asks again. Max doesn't say anything, just makes a small wounded noise before crashing into GP, burying his face in the other man's shoulder. Or: Max's world falls apart and GP is there to pick up the pieces.

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Two Months In A Minute 

aka Max/GP double divorce verse is now on AO3

GP was just about to turn the TV off when he hears his doorbell ring. He checks the watch on his wrist. 11:53pm. Right. He detaches himself from his sofa cushion and walks down his short hallway to the door. He looks through the peephole and sees none other than Max Verstappen stand in front of his door, facing the floor. "Max, to what do I owe the pleasure?" he asks. He takes Max in. His eyes look slightly bloodshot, his shoulders are hunched forward like he's trying to make himself as small as possible. Looking back up at Max's face, he sees Max's lower lip wobble. "Hey, mate, are you okay?" GP asks again. Max doesn't say anything, just makes a small wounded noise before crashing into GP, burying his face in the other man's shoulder. Or: Max's world falls apart and GP is there to pick up the pieces.

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and if I said that max and gp are drift compatible, what then?

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the things a walk in the woods will do to a motherfucker (me). dreamt up a whole other maxiel au that haunted me until 2am.

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Lestappen; Vet! Max AU; Chapter 1

When Max closes in on his vet clinic, he notices a shiny sports car parked right in front, taking up half the sidewalk. Upon closer inspection, Max notices the horse logo. A fucking Ferrari? Seriously? Snorting to himself, he walks over to the clinic entrance, squeezing past the side mirrors of the fucking car. In that moment, the inside of the Ferrari lights up as the door opens. Out comes a guy in his mid-twenties with ruffled brown hair, wearing a black hoodie with baggy jeans and holding a tiny blonde creature in his massive hands. He's also hot. Really, really hot and he's also "Charles Leclerc." "Nice to meet you, thank you for doing this so late at night?" Charles asks, holding his empty hand out for Max to shake. Or: Max is a vet in Amsterdam and Leo is unwell during the Dutch GP.

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