Lestappen Oneshots

puppies and maybe you

Summary: Buzzfeed has the incredible idea of bringing together two rivals from Formula One's new generation to answer some questions as puppies surround them and make them go crazy.

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Max always preferred to stick to racing. If he could be brutally honest, just getting on the car whenever needed, finishing the job and leaving immediately after was his favorite kind of utopic dream. For his strong distaste, that was not how the world worked, not Formula One's or any other career's. He had to interact with people, even the ones he didn't particularly like. As Charles Leclerc.

It wasn't hate. Maybe at some point it came close to that, but it was a long time ago. Now they only avoided each other actively. Their friends had tried to make them talk to each other. Max thinks they saw some potential in a friendship bond between them happening. You are so alike and don't even notice it , they had told him one day while they were getting drunk at some bar. Max's only response was a grunt. His drunken self didn't really want to hear that, and his sober self wouldn't be too eager either.

Daniel, Lando and the others weren't the only ones who saw potential in their relationship. Unfortunately, their teams saw the situation between them as a golden mine for PR work. After all, they were just at the beginning of a thrilling season fight concerning two raw talents of the young Formula 1 generation. A fight that has been going on, sometimes silently, sometimes almost bursting in their faces, for about ten years.

Everyone knows one of Formula One's priorities at the moment is to bring new fans to the sport. Drive to Survive was the heat they intended to mold a fresh generation of fans with. So, when Buzzfeed presented the idea to everyone delegated with that challenging mission, it was keenly accepted. They just passed the information to the teams, like any other regulation, and nothing more.

"This is bullshit" Max managed to say. He was infuriated. Not only they were basically forcing him to do stuff that had nothing to do with racing but also decided to make him do it next to his rival. And wasn't that simply lovely, he thought.

"We all know how you feel about this kind of thing and regarding Leclerc, as well, but there's nothing we can do." Christian warns him, letting a sigh leave his lips before continuing "Besides, this would be good publicity for both Red Bull and you, Max."

"I don't need the publicity. And I certainly don't need anyone to like me, certainly not him. I'm just Max, a guy that likes to drive fast cars. There's nothing more for them to know." He lets it all out in one breath. He didn't exactly believe all those words, but he only needed Christian to.

"As I said, there's nothing we can do about it. Just be ready in twenty minutes. I think they made Leclerc give you a ride, so he should be here in any minute. You must know what car he drives." He definitely didn't. However, it couldn't be too difficult to spot a Ferrari in the parking lot.

When Charles arrived, he didn't have any doubt in his mind it was him, driving a Ferrari 488 Pista Spider and looking like a million bucks. He was wearing a simple black shirt with some buttons opened at the top, sunglasses covering the sight of his green eyes. "Really, Leclerc?" Max rolled his eyes. He couldn't believe Red Bull was letting him even enter that car, but they weren't being very reasonable recently so it shouldn't surprise him.

"Get in the car already, Verstappen. Or I'm running you over with this beauty." Charles gave the car a few light taps before looking at him over the Ray Ban's sunglasses. Max couldn't do much besides do as he said.

He may have shut the door with a bit too much strength in retaliation though. Charles didn't say anything, but the way his jaw clenched was enough evidence he was not happy with it.