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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧—please (noun) 1. cause to feel happy and satisfied.
2. take only one's own wishes into consideration in deciding how to act or proceed.
(adverb) 3. used in polite requests or questions.
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∞༺♥༻✧ LUCIANO AVENI LEARNED A LONG TIME AGO THAT EVERYTHING CAME WITH A PRICE. You had to work to earn the things in your life. The more effort, time, and dedication you put in to reach your goal, the more likely you were to achieve it. If you lacked such things, then there was no point in the reward.
Crossing paths with Max Verstappen the first time had proved that. Luciano was a university student at the University of Milan, majoring in Mechanical Engineering, and was interning for Red Bull Racing to get some experience. Max was a newly appointed race car driver in Formula One, driving for Toro Rosso, and was climbing his way up to the top.
That first encounter had been a rocky start. The tension in the air was evident and both boys had wanted to spew insults at each other, but they kept their mouths shut, knowing it would do them no good. Luciano had his doubts. Max didn't trust him.
The second encounter had been six years later. Luciano had been out of university for almost five whole years now, graduated with his Engineering degree, and now the race engineer for Max Verstappen since Gianpiero Lambiase had stepped down from his position there at Red Bull. The relationship between the two young men was still unstable. Luciano didn't particularly enjoy speaking to or interacting with the blond whatsoever. Max just enjoyed constantly talking and talking and talking, until Luciano finally snapped. There's a grin that would appear on Max's face afterward, satisfied that he had successfully pissed off the brunet.
It had taken a long time for the two of them to finally get along. And when they did, Luciano couldn't help but feel a certain way whenever Max starts speaking. But it wasn't hate he was feeling now...
It was love. ✧༺♥༻∞
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❝i will jump in front of moving traffic the next time you speak to me, max.❞ —luciano aveni
cast! francesco bagnaiaas luciano "lucy" aveni (twenty-eight. race engineer. max verstappen. @lucianoaveni on instagram.)
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additional cast i. max verstappen himself ii. other f1 people themselves iii. other f2 people themselves iv. other celebrities themselves
warning angst, language, violence, bullying, drinking, smoking, mentions of abuse, and possibly other themes not suited for people who may be sensitive to these topics.
disclaimer i do not own the celebrities mentioned nor do i know them. i only own my characters, this plot, and any other dialogue and actions. i worked hard on coming up with this idea, so, please don't steal anything.
author's note a silly little idea that i came up with a few days ago in the span of five minutes bc i wanted to make a mlm max verstappen fic so here you go
