Max Verstappen is a World Champion. Isabelle Leclerc is invisible. She watched her family give up everything for Charles' career-Arthur's karting, their father's savings, even her childhood horse. She understood. She never asked for more. But Max does. He notices the things no one else does, listens when no one else will, and puts her first in ways she never imagined. With him, she isn't an afterthought-she's a choice. And for the first time, she realizes she doesn't have to be invisible.

This mission was supposed to be easy, get in, get out. Simple, easy, but so far it had been anything but easy. Kate had you dressed up like a doll. You were going to kill her, you decided as she applied makeup to your face. You'd steal her wife too. That woman was too kind for the demon behind you. And as you exited, Kate laughed at Captain John Price's face. Unbeknownst to the two of you, he's fighting off a boner. Or The mission should not be hard, but John is, and the closet is small.

Captain Price Oneshots ⚠️All Smut⚠️

your captain hates that you're going on a solo mission

After falling in love with one of your task force 141 members, Simon "Ghost" Riley, and finding out about his secret lover on the side, you want revenge. You had always had your eyes on the captain, but will it work how you want it to?

You were leading an honest, quiet, boring life as a young translator. That was before your dear aunt, Kate Laswell, asked for a big favor, which is helping Captain Price to go undercover in Russia to hunt down an infamous millionaire terrorist, Anton Belaev. As Price's wife. This is no easy task, going all the way to Moscow with a man you've only heard about from your aunt. Your first meeting with the Captain was not positive, which only created tension between the two of you. {does not follow the campaigns} {female reader}

I just want to write...

It wasn't your fault you were smitten with Price, was it? From the moment you laid eyes on the man, you were absolutely head-over-heels in love. Puppy love, you later figured. Innocent, naive, stupid little crush on a man twenty years your senior. He was just nice to you. But as the years passed, that childish crush that you thought was due to your hormone-ridden brain in your teenage years returned full-force, rearing it's ugly head in the form of an absolutely hopeless adoration for a man twenty years your senior, who witnessed you breach the age of maturity, who left your family for four years, who you shouldn't be pining over.

Price was content with the life he led, putting his work before himself for years had made him the great man that he was today. But you just had to make him question everything with your soft voice and pretty hair, didn't you? Or, Price has a crush and takes his sweet time trying to figure it all out whilst you suffer. A/N: Hi, hello, it's your girl. Yeah, so, all this chit chat over in America is scaring me when they're thinking about shutting down ao3 when that's literally one of my main platforms so I have regressed to my origins. As of when I'm moving this nothing has happened so I'm hoping this is just a preventative measure but yk 😩, I'm also going to put my other stuff on here so hopefully my years of work won't vanish into the wind. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this slow burn, I hope it makes you want throw yourself into a glass door out of frustration, go get your mans 💕

I don't own any of these characters or anything related to Star Wars. This book is based on a one-shot I did on John. Age-gap. Smut eventually. So, there is no confusion this will be before the movies take place. That way I can write the COD men in the Star Wars world but don't have to bring in the movies. Y/N L/N is from Naboo. Years ago, when John was just a Padawan himself went to Naboo with his Master Laswell. Y/N's mother is a teacher, and her father works at the local cantina (bar). Y/N was force sensitive. Laswell promised to look over Y/N. Knowing her parents gave their full support and love Y/N left with them. Years later John became a Jedi Master he took on Y/N as his Padawan.