F1 Driver x Driver Oneshots

Still None Fell As Hard, As I Did For You (Lestappen) Pt.1

It was pissing it down. And Charles Leclerc was late.

Charles didn't know what he did in his past life to deserve this kind of unluckiness because he was currently running through a storm to get to a Ferrari meeting because his alarm forgot to do it's job and wake him up.

His shoes were soaked with water and he could barely see 3cm in front of his face and the rain was hitting is face at 345mph and he's trying his best not to fall into a puddle.

Why does Canada have to be so rainy?

Life couldn't get shittier for Charles, right?

You're wrong.

Fighting the wind and rain, Charles rounded a corner, his eyes halfway closed to keep out the rain and his brain preoccupied with his destination. He's only several blocks away when his brain decided to malfunction.

His dumb ass had failed to realised that rain is slippery and has managed to slip on a puddle.

His trainers lost traction and in an instant, hid feet went out from under him and Charles saw his life flash before his eyes. (He's not exaggerating.)

Time seemed to slow down as his heart raced, and he closed his eyes instinctively, bracing for the impact of the cold, wet ground.

But the pain never came.

Instead, he felt a strong pair of arms wrap around his waist, catching his just in time.

His eyes shot wide open, his initial though was that perhaps he had falled into some kind of alternate reality. But looking forwards, instead of seeing a magic portal with unicorns, he was met face with a RedBull jacket.

Wait a second - Red Bull? Holy Shit.

When Charles regained his balance, he gently pushed up on the strangers arms to be met face with Max Verstappen.

Max Verstappen as in his championship rival Max Verstappen. As in emotional support rival Max Verstappen. As in his long time crush Max Verstappen.

He just slipped and fell (like an idiot) straight into the (very comfy) arms of Max Verstappen.

Charles already knew there really isn't much of a chance that Max likes him back. But now that he literally pancaked into his crush. He feels like his chances had decreased another 237%.

Max's face was a mix of concern and surprise, his intense blue eyes (Charles could stare into them all day long) locking into Charles' startled gaze.

"You okay?" Max asked, his voice slightly breathless from the suddenness of the catch.

Charles blinked, feeling his heart race for an entirely different reason now. He was so fucking embarrassed, his cheeks flushing as red as his Ferrari shirt.

"Uh, yeah, I think so. Thanks ... Max." He stammered.

Max's grip on his forearms loosened, but he didn't let go entirely. Which Charles' delusional brain likes to think that it's because Max doesn't want to stop touching him.

"No problem, " Max said, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Wouldn't want you slipping away, would we?"

Charles chuckled nervously, the tension in the air beginning to dissipate. "No, I suppose not."

God he was so awkward.

Get yourself together Charles.

They stood there for a moment, rain pouring down around them, his soaked clothes clinging to his body. It was then he realised that Max was holding an umbrella above their heads.