"Graveyard" of F1 short Fanfictions (boyxboy, girlxboy, driverxdriver)

Pinguin pebble

Max Verstappen had always found something endearing about penguins. The way they waddled around, their little tuxedo-like appearances, and most of all, their romantic gesture of gifting a pebble to their mate. It was a ritual he couldn't get out of his head, ever since he first learned about it as a child. When a male penguin found the perfect pebble, he would present it to the female he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. If she accepted, they would be bonded for life.

That thought alone made Max feel warm inside. He would daydream about it often, imagining himself as the male penguin, carefully selecting the best pebble he could find, and offering it to someone special.

Someone like Sergio Pérez.

Max couldn't pinpoint exactly when his feelings for his teammate had shifted from respect and admiration to something more profound, something warmer. Maybe it was during one of their late-night chats at the track, where they would talk about everything and nothing. Or perhaps it was during those fleeting moments in the garage when Checo would flash him a smile that made Max's heart flutter.

All Max knew was that he had developed a deep crush on the Mexican driver. And suddenly, the penguin ritual wasn't just a charming fact he remembered. It was something he wanted to do for Checo. But how? They weren't penguins; they were Formula 1 drivers. Yet, the thought lingered in his mind.

One evening, Max found himself walking along the beach near his Monaco home. The water was calm, the sky streaked with the last colors of the setting sun, and the sand beneath his feet was cool. As he walked, his mind drifted back to Checo, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

That's when he saw it.

A smooth, perfectly round pebble, glistening in the fading light. It was a beautiful, soft gray color, and Max's heart skipped a beat. Without a second thought, he picked it up, feeling its cool surface in his palm.

"This is the one," he whispered to himself, his thoughts consumed by the idea of giving it to Checo.

The next day at the track, Max was more nervous than usual. He had the pebble tucked securely in his pocket, and every time he thought about handing it to Checo, his stomach twisted with both excitement and fear. What if Checo didn't understand? What if he thought it was weird?

But Max was determined. As he and Checo finished up a meeting with the engineers, Max casually reached into his pocket, his fingers brushing against the cool stone.

"Hey, Checo," he said, trying to keep his voice steady as they walked toward their motorhomes.

"Yeah, Max?" Checo responded, glancing at him with a curious smile.

Max's heart raced. "I, uh... I found something for you."

Checo's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Oh? What is it?"

Max pulled the pebble from his pocket and held it out to Checo, his hand trembling slightly. "This. I found it on the beach, and I thought you might like it."

Checo looked down at the pebble in Max's hand, then back up at Max, a puzzled expression on his face. "A rock?"

"Yeah, a rock," Max said, a blush creeping up his neck. "It's... it's a nice one, though."

Checo chuckled, though it was a warm, appreciative sound. He took the pebble from Max's hand and examined it for a moment before nodding. "Thanks, Max. It's a nice rock. I'll keep it."

Max let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Good. I'm glad you like it."

Checo smiled again, then tucked the pebble into his own pocket. "You're a funny guy, Max," he said, giving Max a playful nudge with his elbow before heading to his motorhome.