Ver5tappen truther

He keeps Sophie strapped to his chest as he walks through the pit lane. It is loud and chaotic, and stinks of burning rubber and carbon fibre. Fuck, it smells good. Sophie keeps on blowing raspberries, spit flying, but hey, at least she is keeping herself occupied. Max keeps walking, and everyone lets him pass. He feels people stop in their tracks and turn around to stare at him. Each garage going quiet as he passes, and then the next, and then the next. Some pup drops the wheel gun as he whirls around, mouth dropped to the floor.  Of course.  No one has seen Max Verstappen in four years. -- Max and Charles, Monaco race day, 2030.

thank you!!

Thank you so much!!

Mercedes begging Kimi to stop grabbing one of the only omega’s in the sport, please, it doesn’t look good for them

Well it is your lucky day, piglet is now out!

Max didn’t believe in God, fuck God, no kind God would’ve done all these things to him, but he prayed the pup would make it out of him right. It doesn’t always go right. Babe’s get stuck; if a limb is bent a certain way, or if the babe tries to come out buttocks first. It happened with the cows sometimes. The calf would get stuck and hang out of the mother for hours. The poor mother wouldn’t know what to do, getting horribly distressed as she stumbled around the fields, pushing with nothing happening. The calf hanging, sometimes still sealed in the amniotic sac, a squeezed head and limbs. Sometimes they would be dead when they hit the ground. Sometimes the mother died too. -- Piglet (noun) - a young, immature swine

i know i keep on asking public opinion about this fic but idk i love talking about it and i am curious what people think - i can't decide to keep being mysterious or be overt

mans is too obsessed with max he is getting eaten