#Kelly Piquet

[weekendlusting]

────୨ৎ────

A TALE OF FAME

charles leclerc x ahaana patel ᥫ᭡. f1 driver x bollywood actress au

────୨ৎ────

PART 1

────୨ৎ────

prev

────୨ৎ────

note ꪆৎ no hate to any characters used in the story, none of what i write reflects on how they actually are. all my love, happy reading.

this is just the start! coming chapters will be longer.

────୨ৎ────

Ahaana Patel was an enigma wrapped in stardom. She’d emerged onto the Bollywood scene with a debut that was nothing short of explosive, pro shaking up the industry and catapulting herself into the hearts of millions. She featured in a movie of one of the most celebrated Indian directors, Karan Johar, alongside her costars Varun Dhawan and Sidharth Malhotra, and hasn't looked back since. It was a journey no one, least of all her academically fixated parents in Ahmedabad, could have foreseen. From their meticulously structured plans of engineering degrees and Ivy League aspirations to the glitzy chaos of movie premieres and magazine covers, her story was the epitome of unpredictability.

Now, twelve years later, Ahaana strode confidently through the paddock of the Chinese Formula One Grand Prix. Her steps were light, but her presence was impossible to ignore. The roar of engines, the sharp tang of gasoline, and the relentless buzz of the crowd enveloped her in a world she had come to know well over the years.

Dressed in attire that matched the casual coolness of the paddock air, a fitted white top and denim skirt. Her hair, perfectly styled despite the chaos of travel, swayed gently as she moved, her signature smile lighting up the faces of everyone she passed.

The first race of the 2024 season was underway, and the paddock was a symphony of excitement. Engineers tinkered with machines that cost more than most people earned in a lifetime, journalists scrambled for the perfect soundbite, and VIP guests mingled in their designer ensembles, trying to look like they belonged. Ahaana, however, didn’t need to try—she was a natural here.

“Ahi!”

The familiar Dutch accent cut through the cacophony, and Ahaana turned, her eyes narrowing playfully as Max Verstappen approached. Helmet in hand, the reigning world champion exuded confidence. His movements were deliberate, his gaze sharp, but the moment he saw Ahaana, his expression softened ever so slightly.

“Max,” she greeted, her voice laced with mock seriousness. “Are you ready to win, or should I start drafting my consolation speech now?”

Max rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Your faith in me is touching. Truly inspiring. Maybe you should stick to Bollywood instead of doubting world champions.”

“And miss this circus?” Ahaana gestured grandly at the bustling paddock around them. “Not a chance.”

Their bond was one of playful banter and unspoken trust, forged in the early days of her association with Red Bull. At first, their interactions had been fraught with the awkwardness of two young professionals forced into photoshoots and promotional events. But as time passed, they found common ground in their shared struggles—both carried the weight of their fathers’ expectations and both were determined to carve their own paths. What began as reluctant camaraderie soon blossomed into a sibling-like relationship. Max truly saw Ahaana as a little sister, and always would.

“Where’s Kelly?” Ahaana asked, scanning the crowd for Max’s girlfriend.

“She’s around,” Max replied, shrugging. “Probably hunting you down.”

As if on cue, Kelly Piquet appeared, her presence as radiant as ever. Spotting Ahaana, she broke into a wide grin and pulled her into a warm hug. “Ahaana! I didn’t know you were coming today. Otherwise, I’d have brought P—she misses you.”

Ahaana beamed. “I miss her too. We’re calling her as soon as these boys start driving their toy cars.”

“Toy cars?” Max echoed, feigning offense.

Before Ahaana could retort, another familiar voice joined the fray.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Red Bull’s golden girl.”

Ahaana turned to see Lando Norris, the ever-charming McLaren driver, strolling toward them. His grin was as cheeky as ever, his orange, oh sorry papaya, jacket standing out starkly against the sea of Red Bull merch.

“Lando,” Ahaana greeted with mock disdain. “Lost your way from all the oranges. Here let me show you, its that garage with a mark that looks like a disfigured comma.”

“It’s papaya and you know it. You’re obsessed with me , aren’t you?” Lando shot back, slinging an arm around her shoulders. “Admit it—you came all the way here just to see me.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Ahaana replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Couldn’t resist the charm of McLaren’s poster boy.”

Max chuckled, shaking his head. “I can’t deal with both of you.”

The banter continued until race preparations called for Max and Lando’s attention. Kelly and Ahaana waved them off, heading toward the lounge.

The race was a spectacle, with Max clinching victory and Lando following closely behind in P2. The podium celebrations were a blur of champagne showers and roaring applause, but the real festivities began that evening.

The group—Max, Kelly, Lando, Carlos Sainz, Rebecca, Carlos’s girlfriend, and Ahaana—found themselves in a luxurious nightclub, the VIP section buzzing with energy. Neon lights danced across the room, the bass of the music reverberating through their bodies.

“Did you hear?” Rebecca leaned closer to Kelly and Ahaana, her voice conspiratorial. “Apparently, Alex cheated on Charles.”

Kelly’s jaw dropped. “You’re joking!”

Ahaana raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “How do you know?”

Rebecca shrugged. “Word travels fast in the paddock. Apparently, Charles tried to break up with her, but she keeps avoiding the conversation.”

“Classic denial,” Ahaana remarked, sipping her drink.

Kelly shook her head. “Why doesn’t he just cut her off?”

“He wants a clean break,” Rebecca explained. “But Alex is… persistent.”

The conversation shifted to lighter topics as the night wore on. Lando, ever the photographer, took candid shots of the group, earning playful protests from his friends.

By 3 A.M., the nightclub was still alive with energy, but Ahaana needed a breather. She stepped out onto a balcony, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the heat inside. The city lights stretched out before her, their glow reflected in the glass of the towering buildings.

She wasn’t alone for long.

“Hey, Ferrari,” she said, spotting Charles Leclerc leaning against the railing, a glass of whiskey in hand.

Charles glanced at her, his expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. “Do I know you?”

“Not yet,” Ahaana replied, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “But you looked like you could use some company.”

Charles chuckled softly, though the melancholy in his eyes remained. “Maybe I do.”

Ahaana joined him at the railing, their gazes fixed on the cityscape. For a moment, neither spoke, the silence between them comfortable.

“Rough night?” Ahaana asked eventually.

Charles hesitated before nodding. “Something like that.”

Ahaana studied him, her expression thoughtful. “You know, brooding doesn’t suit you. You should try smiling—it might just solve all your problems.”

Charles couldn’t help but smile, albeit faintly. “Is that so?”

“Absolutely,” Ahaana replied, her tone light. “But if you’re not ready to smile yet, I’ll settle for a drink.”

Charles handed her his glass without a word. She accepted it, taking a small sip before handing it back.

“Not bad,” she remarked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Charles looked at her, truly looked at her for the first time. The neon lights from the club painted her features in hues of pink and blue, her hair catching the faint breeze. There was something about her—an effortless charm, a warmth that drew people in.

“What’s your name?” he asked, his voice softer now.

“Ahaana,” she replied, extending a hand.

Charles took it, his grip firm but gentle. “Charles.”

“I know,” Ahaana said with a grin. “You ready to party now, Red?”

Charles chuckled, a genuine laugh this time, and downed the rest of his drink. “Lead the way.”

And just like that, the night took on a new energy, two strangers finding unexpected companionship amidst the chaos of flashing lights and thundering music.

────୨ৎ────

ᝰ.ᐟ first part! i know this isn't much, but i plan on writing more and this is just the start. i hope you aren't freaked out by the rather rustic writing and keep reading the chapters to come!

────୨ৎ────

tags @seonghwaexile @bookishprophecy @justadesirebel @peterholland04 @bakingpiastries @ricciardosheart @mikefaistgf

comment to be added to taglist

────୨ৎ────

next

────୨ৎ────

© weekendlusting

────୨ৎ────

[maxverstappendaily]

New/old Max content during FIA Awards 2024

©️Lucas Parle F1

[ceciliafim]

Any similarity is purely coincidental

[alexi-01]

“Lando!”

“P!!!!”

[maxielonceagain]

The way she's shouting his name! 😂

📸 Kelly's instagram.

[racingheartstopper]

Beautiful message from Kelly ❤️

[charlotteking23]

Pairing: Lando Norris x bride! reader

summary: they are getting married and Y/N surprises Lando by having a nap scheduled into their wedding day 🤭

Requested: yes anonymous

Warnings: Lando being horny and first time writing social media au.

You sat outside the balcony taking in the light breeze and sunny weather. On your lap lay your laptop, which overflowed with a million events for your perfect dream wedding.

Looking at all the events, you made space for an hour's nap. You knew that wasn't enough to keep you awake, so you could only count on coffee.

But nonetheless, you were looking forward to getting married to the love of your life Lando.

It was no secret you had both been head over heels for each other especially Lando.

You decide to go inside after looking at all the food you were to serve to the guests.

The apartment was open with a nice large kitchen and a big living room with a TV, covering the walls and shelves were some of Lando's achievements in F1.

You watch as Lando appears on the other side of the living room before giving you a hug.

"Hey, baby...were you working on the wedding?", Lando said before taking the laptop out of your hand and setting it on the table beside him.

"Just some final touches", you shrug before sitting on the couch.

"Can I see", Lando grinned taking the laptop already. You only nodded in response watching him open your laptop.

You watch his green eyes scan over the laptop in concentration, making sure to get every detail about the schedule.

"hmm...Baby what is this hour nap time", Lando pointed at the laptop in confusion.

"Oh Lan, you know how I love my sleep," You said laying down on his lap as he moved the laptop a little so it didn't hurt you.

"Yes baby", he smiled.

"Well, I needed my nap time," You said closing your eyes.

"During our wedding", Lando laughed at the schedule, which only made you annoyed.

You sat up quickly, "Yes Lando, I must have the nap time unless you want me to be cranky". You looked away mad at Lando laughing at you.

"Sorry for laughing, but now you are my baby", Lando smiled but it only confused you.

"What...What do you mean??", you said questioning his weird sentence.

"Because a baby needs nap time so I can call you baby wife", Lando laughed at your mad face.

"It's not funny", you said before grabbing the pillow from behind you and throwing it directly at Lando's face.

Only for him to throw it back at you and that's how the pillow fight started with you and Lando throwing pillows at each other before, breaking out in giggles with you both on the floor tired and a mess of pillows around you.

liked by Landonorris, maxverstappen1, and 1,938,267 others

yourusername: officially Mrs.Norris 🧡

View all 10,864 comments

Landonorris: My beautiful, amazing baby wife

yourusername: Stop calling me baby wife but I love you>3 Landonorris: Never, Love You too❤

Landonorris: you could beat me up and I'd thank you

Danielriccardo: SIMP 🫵 User1: Stop their so cute

Landonorris: WOOF WOOF

Oscarpiastri: Congratulations, good luck with Lando

Landonorris: I thought we were friends

User2: Can Lando fight

carlossainz55: no he can't Landonorris: stop telling everyone I can't fight Carlos carlossainz55: but it's true mate

User3: I don't want Lando, I want Y/N

User4: I want both

Yourfriend: Congratulations!!

User5: Mother is Mothering

alexandrasaintmleux: Loved being your bridesmaid wishing you both a happy marriage, love you 🩷

Yourusername: love you too 🩷>3 Landonorris: what about me charlesleclerc: 🤔🤔🤔

Kellypiquet: Looking so beautiful, P loved being the flower girl 💐

Yourusername: thank you and P was so cute 🥰

liked by yourusername, McLaren, Oscarpiastri, and 3,987,478 others

Landonorris: To my perfect wife, you make my life complete and put up with my bullshit and I cannot wait to love you forever and ever.

And Yes that's a picture of Y/N sleeping on our wedding day ❤️

View all 12,531 comments

Yourusername: Awww Lando WTF is this, I told you that was my nap time. 😴

Landonorris: Hehehehe

Mclaren: Congratulations and Lando leave Y/N alone

liked by yourusername

Landonorris: But she's my baby wife

Username6: Ms.Rabbit has fainted

Username7: Ms.Rabbit has fainted again.

Username8: LOVE THE DRESS

Username9: THEY ARE SO CUTE!!!

maxfewtrell: Congratulations Lando so happy to be your best man and prayers for Y/N for being able to deal with Lando.

Landonorris: What do you mean, I am an absolute angel 😇 Username10: LMAO Lando and Max

Charles_leclerc: Congrats Mr and Mrs Norris.

Yourusername: You were only invited because of Alex

Liked by Alexandrasaintmleux

Landonorris: It's okay Charles, Y/N's only jealous of our relationship 👨‍❤️‍👨 Carlossainz55: What about us! Did our relationship mean nothing to you 😭

Username11: Best Couple award goes to the Mr and Mrs Norris

Username12: HOW DOES SHE LOOK SO PERFECT EVEN WHEN SLEEPING!!!

liked by landonorris, alexandrasaintmleux, and 976,453 others

Yourusername: DJ Norris in the house!!🔥

View all 9,572 comments

landonorris: who is that handsome fellow your kissing, he's looks so fine 🫦

Yourusername: 🙄

charlesleclerc: My eyes, keep it pg there are kids here

maxverstappen1: yeah you 🫵

Username13: how much alcohol was digested for Lando to act like that

danielriccardo: Lando always acts like an idiot Mclaren: I feel bad for Y/N Landonorris: WTF

Landonorris: My baby WIFE looks so hot, my god I want you right now!!

Landonorris: break me, use me, please

Oscarpiastri: Zac said you are banned from using social media

Landonorris: you looked so sexy, baby 🥴

Oscarpiastri: I am scarred for life now Yourusername: look what you did to our poor child charlesleclerc: he's my child, I adopted him Yourusername: Not anymore!! 😒

Username14: Lando is so funny

Username15: And the horniness continuous

francisca.cgomes: Girl you look hot, LUVE YOUU!!

Yourusername: LUVE YOU TOO!!! 🩷

liked by Yourusername, carlossainz55, and 2,628,765 others

Landonorris: Don't worry guys I got my phone back from Mclaren 😄. If anyone was wondering Y/N is fine but she passed out in the middle of the road, way past my baby wife's bedtime😴.

View all 15,382 comments

Yourusername: I'm just a girl 🎀

Landonorris: 😒

danielriccardo: Photo creds where?

Username16: Only Y/N would do this

Username17: She's love's her sleep Username16: probably more than Lando

maxverstappen1: I'm surprised Lando can carry Y/N

Landonorris: I am strong 💪 carlossaniz55: sure mate sure

Username18: seeing Lando being made fun of by Carlos and Max is hilarious.

Username19: Y/N passing out on the road was not on my F1 bingo

Username20: it was on mine

Yourusername: I told you to stop calling me baby wife

Landonorris: but it fits you so well 🥺 Yourusername: really are you making that stupid pout again Landonorris: No.....Yes, pleaseeeeeeeeeeee!! Yourusername: Ugh fine 🙄 Landonorris: good because your name is officially Baby Wife Norris 😁

Username21: giggling and kicking my feet seeing how cute they are😊

Username22: I am too single to be here

Landonorris: OH MY GOD

Landonorris: I want her to wrap her legs around my head😫

Mclaren: LANDO, we have a meeting tomorrow about you getting PR trained! Landonorris: oops hehehe 😁

[natailiatulls07]

New wag in the paddock

Summary - Being the newest wag in the paddock can be quite daunting but with the right people around you, it's all okay

Warning - None <3

A/n - Slowly easing back into writing?? We'll see lol

-

Walking into the paddock with beyond nerve racking, with photographers just inside of the entrance and fans just outside of the entrance - I had no where to hide or breathe.

Luckily walking alongside me with Rebecca Donaldson, Carlos' partner. Because of our partners friendship, we were close friends. She had become someone who'd help me and become like a sister to me in the paddock and even beyond.

This morning particularly she had come over to mine and Landos suite to help me get ready for my first paddock day just after him and Carlos had left. Helping with picking out a gorgeous dress, helping with my makeup and also my hair. Like my own fairy godmother in a way.

'Wow there's a lot of people here...' I whisper in her direction, my eyes took in the busyness of a Sunday morning race day paddock. Next to me, I feel her laugh - She's used to this.

With a soft nod and a slip of an arm round my back, Rebecca is quick to reply. 'Yep it's a race day in Miami, you'll get used to it...' I feel her gently pushing me along, prompiting me not to run back out and go back to the safety of the hotel.

-

It wasn't long before she dropped me off at the McLaren hospitality. Wishing me good luck with a hug and a warm smile before I stand pathically watching her leave me to defend for myself - Almost like a child would whilst being dropped off for their first day of school. In a sense, it was exactly that; I had been dropped off and know expected to make friends until someone I knew would come and safe me.

I breathe in, turn on my heel and walk quietly into the McLaren hospitality. Inside it's modern and high tech, obviously very well thought out. There are multiple seating areas, some small groups accompanying a couple. I can smell fresh coffee as I walk over to a small sofa, sitting there anxiously.

Opening my phone, I can already see multiple notification from various social platforms. I hazard a guess that they are mostly all gossip sites tagging me in their posts.

But one notification stands out to me.

It's on instagram, informing me that I've been added to a groupchat. More specifically a groupchat for the f1 wags. My heart warms at their consideration and kindness, so this is what it feels like to be in a big friendship group of girls.

Soon a few messages start to load into the chat;

lilymhe - Heyyy Y/n! Welcome to the group, this is a safe space for you always xx

francisca.cgomes - Yeah all the girls are in this group so we all gossip, vent and help out in here! Girls support girls obv <3

carmenmmundt - Hi sweetheart!

kellypiquet - Literally if you need anything, send a quick message here and we'll help always x

alexandrasaintmleux - Babes I just saw the photos, you look STUNNING!!! <333

I don't even the big smile that forms on my lips, the feeling of acceptance heavy on my mind. Accidently I don't notice the person in front of me until I hear a soft cough. Looking up I recogise Lando trainer, Jon, stood waiting patiently with a small smile. I gasp at my oblivion. 'Oh my gosh, I'm sorry! You haven't been stood there long, gosh how oblivious can I get?' I nervously ramble.

I've only met him a hand full of times and to keep him waiting felt very rude of me. A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he shakes his head, prompting me to breathe out a sigh of relief.

'No don't worry, I came to get you cause you're boyfriend wants to see you before the race starts...' He explains, watching as I quickly gather my things - I don't want to keep him waiting any longer. 'Hey, no need to rush...' He chuckles, sensing my nerves. It'd be hard not to.

Notable I slow down, no longer rushing to collect myself. I let out a soft sigh, a smile screwing itself onto my lips. And once I have everything, I let Jon lead the way through to Landos garage.

As soon as we walk into the garage, my eyes are immediately drawn to Lando who is stood talking to a few engineers. With his classic smile on his face, something I really do adore is watching as he talks about his job - He really does love it, possible more than me.

I stand there for a few seconds, not wanting to intrude on his conversation. Around me the team work around the garage, clearly buzzing with pre race excitement, nerves and preparation - Something Jon went along with when we arrived.

Then suddenly, I feel eyes on me and I notice Lando walking towards me enthusiastically. As soon as I am in arms reach, I feel his arms slip comfortably around my waist. 'Hi...' I smile, slipping my own arms around his neck. 'How are you doing?'

Lando takes a few seconds, just staring lovingly at me before smirking. 'Good, better now that you're here. How did this morning go? You and Rebecca get here alright?' He questioned, very grateful that I had someone to join this morning.

I nod keenly, moving on to explain about my morning as my hand start to play with some of his mullet. 'Oh I was added to the wag groupchat, they're all really nice people. They said that I can talk to them about anything and ask for advice you know. I've only really met Rebecca so they don't they even know me but they still like accept me, I thought that was the sweet thing ever...' Unintentionally I go onto ramble about the other wags befriending me, only really stopping when I notice his gaze and gentle warm smile. 'Sorry I'm rambling...'

Looking around us, I can see some engineers watching curiously. A mix of his gaze on me, my realization and the engineers watching all make me blush deeply. 'No it's okay...'

His british cuts through my thoughts, reassuring me. 'I'm really happy that you got them beside you, they know what you're going through a lot more than I will ever so that's great!' One of his hands moves up to caress my cheek lovingly.

A comfortable silence falls on us for a few seconds, before I speak up once again. 'So are you ready for the race today? Is the car good?' I ask, despite not really understanding the sport I'm desperate to learn through Lando.

He turns, watching as the engineers do their final preperations and work and nodding confidently. 'Yeah all good! I've got my good luck charm with me and the car is set to do magic today!' Even the way he explains everything, there is a lot of excitement in his voice. I nod, careful to take in all the information he's telling me.

Our conversation continues for a few more minutes before he's notified that he has to make a move to get the car out onto the track. Quick Lando turns back towards me, smiling and pulling me into a tender kiss. 'I love you! Wish me luck!'

I return the same energy and excitement. 'Good luck Lan! You've got this! I love you too!'

-

1.2K

[maxtermind]

[reigningm4x]

Max, Kelly and P in Abu Dhabi via Kelly’s instagram post

[weekendlusting]

────୨ৎ────

A TALE OF FAME

charles leclerc x ahaana patel ᥫ᭡. f1 driver x bollywood actress au

────୨ৎ────

PART 2

────୨ৎ────

prev

────୨ৎ────

note ꪆৎ no hate to any characters used in the story, none of what i write reflects on how they actually are. all my love, happy reading.

────୨ৎ────

Ahaana Patel woke up with a pounding headache and a sinking feeling that something was very, very wrong.

The sunlight streaming through the luxurious hotel suite’s massive windows was far too bright for her current state, and as she groaned, trying to bury her face in the pillows, she became acutely aware of something—or rather, someone—beside her.

Ahaana stiffened.

There was an arm draped over her waist. A very strong, very male arm.

She cracked one eye open and turned her head ever so slightly, only to come face-to-face with Charles Leclerc, who was still blissfully asleep, his tousled hair falling into his eyes, lips slightly parted, looking like he had just waltzed out of an expensive perfume ad.

Ahaana’s brain short-circuited.

Oh.

OH.

She sat up so fast that the sudden movement made her dizzy. The momentum caused Charles to stir, letting out a small groan before blinking up at her, clearly disoriented.

“Morning,” he muttered sleepily, voice rough with sleep.

Ahaana stared at him in horror. “Why are you in my bed?”

Charles blinked. “I think it’s my bed.”

She looked around. The unfamiliar suite screamed ‘Ferrari money.’ Definitely his bed. The realization did not help her growing panic.

“Oh my God.”

Charles finally sat up too, rubbing his eyes. “What’s—” His own brain seemed to catch up with reality as his gaze darted down, noticing that while he was still wearing his pants, his shirt was missing. Ahaana’s black skirt from last night was still on, but the top half of her body? —oh dear lord, was she wearing his shirt?

His eyes widened. “Oh.”

Ahaana threw off the covers, checking herself over. “Did we—did we—” She couldn’t even finish the sentence.

Charles, now slightly more awake, ran a hand through his hair, looking around the room as if it might provide answers. “I… I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Ahaana echoed, voice rising in pitch. “How can you not know?”

He winced. “I was very drunk.”

“So was I!” she snapped. “Which is exactly why this is a disaster. What happened last night?”

Before Charles could answer, a loud knock sounded on the door. And then another. And then—

“AHAANA! Are you alive? Did you get kidnapped?”

Oh, for the love of—

It was Lando.

Ahaana scrambled out of bed, nearly tripping over her own feet as she grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at Charles. “FIX THIS.”

Charles, looking equally panicked, just stared at her. “How?”

Before she could respond, Lando, Max, Kelly, Carlos, and Rebecca burst through the door, because apparently, no one in this friend group had ever heard of knocking and waiting.

Silence fell over the room as the group took in the sight before them—Ahaana, standing beside Charles’s bed, wearing his shirt, hair an absolute mess; Charles, still sitting in bed looking like he’d just woken up from a hurricane.

Then—

“Oh my God,” Lando whispered, eyes going wide. “You two slept together.”

Max let out a scandalized gasp. “NO.”

Kelly, ever composed, just smirked. “Well, this is interesting.”

Rebecca, for her part, elbowed Carlos and whispered something in Spanish that made him snort.

Ahaana held up her hands. “Nothing happened.”

Lando pointed at her. “You’re wearing his shirt!”

Ahaana yanked at the fabric. “It’s not what it looks like!”

Charles, still groggy, muttered, “It definitely looks bad.”

“Oh, so you do have functioning brain cells.” Ahaana glared at him. “USE THEM.”

Lando flopped onto a chair dramatically. “This is the best day of my life.”

Max crossed his arms. “You mean to tell me you and Charles partied together last night, disappeared at some point, and now you’re waking up in his bed—wearing his clothes—and you expect us to believe NOTHING happened?”

“Yes!” Ahaana exclaimed. “I think!”

Charles sighed, looking at her. “We should probably try to remember.”

Kelly leaned in. “You don’t remember?”

Charles scratched the back of his neck. “I remember dancing. And drinking. A lot.” Ahaana groaned. “We need to retrace our steps.”

Carlos, finally speaking up, grinned. “Or… you could just embrace the chaos and let us speculate wildly.”

Max snapped his fingers. “I like that plan.” Ahaana groaned. “I hate this group.”

Over breakfast in the hotel lounge, the group tried to piece together the missing parts of the night. “So,” Lando said, pushing his plate aside. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

Ahaana frowned. “Dancing with Charles.”

Charles nodded. “Same.”

Rebecca grinned. “Oh, we saw that. You two were practically glued to each other.” Ahaana groaned. “Great.”

Kelly scrolled through her phone. “Wait, I have a video.”

She hit play, and everyone crowded around. The video showed a very drunk Ahaana and Charles on the dance floor—laughing, spinning, Charles lifting her at one point, her arms wrapped around his neck. It was… intimate.

“Oh,” Charles murmured.

Ahaana snatched the phone. “DELETE THIS.” Lando cackled. “No chance. This is evidence.”

Max smirked. “So, when’s the wedding?”

Charles choked on his coffee. “Not funny.”

Kelly grinned. “Relax, we’re just enjoying your suffering.” Carlos nudged Rebecca. “You think Ferrari and Red Bull can survive this scandal?” Rebecca feigned deep thought. “It might bring world peace.”

Ahaana groaned, dropping her head into her hands. “I hate all of you.”

Max patted her back. “You love us.”

Charles sighed. “So… are we just ignoring the fact that we don’t know how the night ended?” Kelly smirked. “Maybe it’s better that way.”

Ahaana and Charles exchanged a glance.

Oh, they were never going to live this down.

The laughter at the breakfast table was still in full swing when an unwelcome presence made itself known.

"Ahem," a saccharine voice cut through the conversation, dripping with artificial sweetness.

The table collectively tensed.

Ahaana turned slowly, her expression neutral, but she knew exactly who it was before even seeing her.

Alexandra Saint Mleux.

Charles’s problem-in-the-process-of-being-solved.

Alex stood there, perfectly made-up at what was far too early an hour for that level of effort, dressed in a designer ensemble that screamed look at me, her lips curved in a smug little smirk.

"Charles," she purred, completely ignoring the fact that he looked seconds away from faking his own death to escape this situation. "I’ve been trying to reach you. You’ve been avoiding my calls."

Charles, who had been enjoying a croissant in relative peace before she showed up, sighed heavily. "That’s because we broke up, Alexandra"

Alex let out a breathy laugh, the kind that made everyone instinctively brace themselves for incoming drama. "Oh, darling, don’t be ridiculous. We just had a disagreement."

"A disagreement where you cheated on me," Charles deadpanned.

Ahaana coughed to cover up her laugh. Lando, on the other hand, had no such restraint, openly wheezing into his coffee.

"That was a misunderstanding," Alex dismissed, flipping her hair. And then, her gaze flickered to Ahaana, and her smirk widened. "Though, I see you've moved on rather quickly."

Ahaana merely raised an eyebrow, unfazed.

"Tell me," Alex continued, voice syrupy with fake concern. "Did it feel good, throwing yourself at Charles for attention? I mean, I get it, you are desperate to stay relevant after all."

The table went dead silent.

The sentence that THE Ahaana Patel had to be with someone else to be relevant was one of the funniest things the group had heard in a while. Lando was the first one to crack, followed with Max and the rest of the gang giggling. Ahaana had a slight smile on her face, her lips pressed together.

Even Charles, who had been slumping in his chair out of sheer exhaustion from dealing with Alex, straightened at that.

Max, ever ready for chaos, casually leaned back, watching with an entertained smirk. Lando’s mouth was already open, prepared to throw in some sarcastic remark, but Ahaana beat him to it.

She smirked, her tone playful yet sharp. "Babe, if I were chasing someone, they’d be the one doing the running, not the other way around."

Ahaana quietly smirked thanking her first ever role of Shanaya Singhania for giving her this line, because honestly Shanaya was an icon.

Lando choked on his coffee. Max outright howled with laughter.

Charles, for the first time in this entire exchange, grinned.

Alex’s eyes narrowed, but Ahaana wasn’t done.

"You know," Ahaana continued, voice light and conversational, "this attention-seeking thing you’re accusing me of? It’s fascinating, really. You’re the one who publicly cheated, but somehow I’m the desperate one? That’s impressive mental gymnastics. Did you get a gold medal for that, or just participation?"

Rebecca bit her lip to keep from laughing. Kelly was sipping her coffee like this was the most interesting TV drama she’d ever watched.

Carlos muttered under his breath, “Dios mío.”

Alex’s face went red, but before she could get another word in, she switched tactics. "Well," she sniffed, "at least I don’t need a man to stay in the headlines. I have a career on my own. I’m an influencer with millions of followers!"

Max, without missing a beat, snorted. "Yeah? Ahaana has followers that are almost as much as all of f1 driver's combined."

Alex’s jaw snapped shut.

Ahaana, meanwhile, casually picked up her phone, scrolling for effect. "Anyway," she said airily, "as fun as this has been, I have real things to do. Charles, best of luck with your pest control problem."

Charles, still grinning, simply nodded. "Thanks, I’ll need it."

Alex, seething, spun on her heel and stormed off.

The table sat in stunned silence for exactly two seconds before Lando broke it with a slow, dramatic clap.

"Ahaana Patel, ladies and gentlemen," he announced.

Kelly leaned in. "Honestly, I think that’s the most satisfying thing I’ve witnessed in years." Carlos chuckled. "I kind of feel bad for Alex." Max shrugged. "I don’t."

Charles sighed in relief. "That was the best thing to ever happen to me."

Ahaana smirked. "You’re welcome."

Just as the laughter died down, Ahaana’s phone rang. She glanced at the screen, and her heart did a little flip.

Incoming Call: Karan Johar.

Her eyes widened.

Kelly noticed immediately. "Who is it?" Ahaana slowly lifted her phone to show them the screen. Max squinted. "Who’s Karan Johar?"

Kelly gasped. "Are you joking? He’s Bollywood royalty." Rebecca’s jaw dropped. "What does he want?"

Ahaana inhaled deeply before answering.

"Karan!" she greeted, forcing herself to sound normal.

"Ahaana, darling!" Karan’s warm voice came through. "Tell me, how soon can you fly back to Mumbai? We need to finalize Jigra."

Ahaana blinked. "Oh yeah, I was meaning to get back to you on that, can you give me some time?"

Karan continued, "We've already talked to Vedang about it, he's all in, Vasan's script is ready. I know you're a little hesitant about coming back right now, but this movie needs you, you're gonna love this character."

Ahaana’s brain short-circuited, and her breath hitched.

Everyone except Max and Kelly looked at Ahaana with a weird expression, 'Why would she be hesitant to shoot a movie in her own industry?'.

"Are you still there, sweetheart?" Karan chuckled.

Ahaana cleared her throat. "Yes. Yes, I’m here. Send me the script, I'll go over it and get back to you in two days."

Karan laughed. "Whatever you say. Bye bye now."

Charles was puzzled and the first one to break the silence, "Why would you not want to take it?" Ahaana took a second and looked at him with a convincing smile, "It's nothing, he's being weird."

Max looked at Ahaana for a second, analyzing her, and Ahaana avoided his gaze because she knew it would give away that something was wrong. Ahaana grabbed her coffee and bid everyone a goodbye, heading back to her room, but took a double take.

"Ugh you guys, I have to go find my room key now." Ahaana groaned, once again lightening the vibe around her, with everyone laughing at her antics.

"How about you check Charles's—" Lando started.

"Ew" , "Disgusting" , "Lando shut up" A string of protests at him followed.

────୨ৎ────

ᝰ.ᐟ second part! hope you guys like it!

────୨ৎ────

tags @seonghwaexile @bookishprophecy @justadesirebel @peterholland04 @bakingpiastries @ricciardosheart @mikefaistgf @sp1rl @charlesgirl16

comment to be added to taglist

────୨ৎ────

© weekendlusting

────୨ৎ────

[maxverstappendaily]

Max in Monaco. Days ago

“No, not right now guys”

Like Max, he imposes his limits and the fans respect that.

[blorbocedes]

baby p and kelly waving at lando... (max wasnt on pod and theyre not waving at charl/carlos) he's literally a family friend🥺

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

When Roles Collide

Word count: 941

Pairing: max Verstappen x reader, ft. kelly and P

Summary: After expressing concern that Kelly relies too much on Max to care for her daughter, Y/n faces Kelly's anger.

______________________________________________________________

Kelly arrived at the apartment with P in tow, the little girl bounding into Max’s arms as soon as the door opened. You watched as Max smiled, scooping her up effortlessly, his affection for her always evident. But today, you felt a growing sense of frustration. This was the third time this week that Kelly had dropped her off with barely any notice, and as much as you loved P, something about this situation wasn’t right.

Once Max and P had gone off to play, you approached Kelly, who was halfway out the door. You could feel the words building inside of you, and you knew you had to say something before it continued.

"Kelly, can I talk to you for a second?" you asked, your voice calm but firm.

She paused, hand on the door, clearly not expecting this. "Sure, what’s up?"

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your tone even. "Look, I love having P around, and Max is always happy to see her. But I feel like lately, you’ve been relying on him a lot. She’s your daughter, and she needs time with you too. Max can't always be the one stepping in."

Kelly’s expression shifted instantly, her casual demeanor hardening into something defensive. "Excuse me?" she said sharply, her brows knitting together. "I’ve been busy, and P loves spending time with Max. Why do you care all of a sudden?"

You swallowed, taken aback by the sharpness of her response. "It’s not that I care 'all of a sudden.' I just think it’s important that P spends time with you, her mom. Max loves her, but you’re—"

Before you could finish, Kelly cut you off. "You’ve only been in Max’s life for, what, six months? And now you think you get to delegate how I raise my daughter?"

Her words hit like a slap, and you felt your chest tighten. "I’m not trying to delegate anything," you said, keeping your voice steady, though your heart was racing. "I’m just saying that it feels like Max is being put in a position where he’s—"

"Where he’s what? Being a father figure to the daughter he’s helped raise for years?" Kelly’s voice was growing louder, her anger bubbling over. "You don’t get it. You don’t know what it’s been like for me and P. Max has always been there for her, and now you just waltz in and decide you know what’s best?"

The frustration you’d been holding back for so long surged forward. "That’s not what I’m saying, Kelly! I get that Max has been there, and I love that about him. But I’m not trying to replace you or act like I know what’s best. I just think P needs her mom more than you realize."

Kelly crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. "You think you know better than me, huh? After just half a year with Max, now you’re an expert?"

You shook your head, trying to remain calm even though the tension was thickening by the second. "I’m not trying to tell you how to be a mom, Kelly. I just think that you’re depending on Max a little too much, and it’s not fair to him either."

Kelly scoffed, her eyes flashing with irritation. "What’s not fair is you sticking your nose in where it doesn’t belong. Max and I have been handling this just fine before you came along."

Max, who must have overheard the raised voices, appeared in the doorway, his eyes darting between you and Kelly. "What’s going on?" he asked, his tone cautious but concerned.

Kelly didn’t hesitate. "Your girlfriend here thinks she knows better about how I should be raising P. Apparently, I’m not doing enough because I let her spend time with you."

Max’s eyes widened, and he glanced at you, clearly surprised. "That’s not what she’s saying, Kelly," he said softly, trying to diffuse the situation. "I think she’s just concerned, that’s all."

"Concerned," Kelly repeated bitterly. "How considerate of her. Well, news flash—this is my daughter we’re talking about, and Max, you’ve been like a second father to her for years. You don’t need anyone else telling you what’s best for her."

The anger in her voice was palpable, and you could see the hurt flashing in Max’s eyes as he tried to mediate. You wanted to defend yourself, to explain that you weren’t trying to come between anyone, but the words were stuck in your throat.

"I think it’s best if we just take a step back for now," Kelly said, turning toward the door. "I don’t need anyone questioning how I handle my daughter. I’ll figure it out on my own."

Before you could respond, she was gone, leaving the tension lingering in the room. Max let out a long breath, running a hand through his hair as he looked at you, unsure of what to say.

You felt a pang of guilt but also the undeniable weight of your frustration. "I wasn’t trying to upset her," you said quietly.

Max nodded, stepping closer. "I know. You’re just looking out for P and for us… but this is complicated." He hesitated, his eyes searching yours. "Kelly’s always been protective, especially when it comes to P. I think she feels like she’s losing control."

You sighed, rubbing your temples. "I just want what’s best for everyone."

Max pulled you into a hug, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "I know. And I appreciate you trying to help. We’ll figure this out. Together."

But as you leaned into him, you couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that things had just gotten a lot more complicated.

[maxielonceagain]

Aw! He's gonna be a dad! 🥰

[iamred-iamyellow]

KELLY. PIQUET. IS. PREGNANT.