Not Me Creating A New Dando Idea Out Of Nowhere And Trying Not To Get Fixated On That Small Idea Because

Not me creating a new Dando idea out of nowhere and trying not to get fixated on that small idea because I already have two stories up where I have to write & publish the second chapter T-T

Watching as Christian cleans and bandages up Max's hands and arms, the British champion sighs. "He can't drive like this."

"He can drive, you haven't seen him racing," the other, older Brit doesn't turn around to face Lewis, he just focuses on his own driver, who doesn't even look like he's mentally there.

"Christian, he isn't in the condition-" "Shut up, Hamilton! Max raced with his head in other directions, especially right after Silverstone last year. Almost dying while you celebrate that shitty win and not having a loving father by his side isn't exactly how you would want to spend your hospitalisation, do you?"

"Christian, we already talked about that race and we forgave each other! Why are you so pressed-"

With a gentle tap on Max's hand, Christian lifts his arms and pulls up his shirt, revealing a large scar across his waist and chest.

"No one saw that, but Max didn't care about it. He almost died, and now, every injury sends him back to that fucking race of the both of you, so don't pretend to be past it."

Gazing up into the with star decorated sky, the 7-time world champion sighs and feels the tail around him getting slightly tighter, as if to remind him about the presence of the other.

A month passed since he first met the interstellar anthropisces, how the cryptozoologists call them, and he had yet to get used to the gigantic creature that fits into the top of the tree and keeps him also securely at the top.

"Say," he starts, "have you ever thought of giving up?"

The creature yawns and looks at him, clear blue eyes hidden behind a layer of mist. "No, why?"

"Just because," the champion sighs and tries to sit in a different position, but the creature wouldn't let go of him. "I guess I'm overthinking again."

"You are," the creature lies back down, head cushioned by two arms and chest steadily rising and falling, almost seemingly asleep.

The crickets chirp their lonely song when a soft song dances within the top of the tree - the creature started to sing.

Okay, imagine Max adopts a bunny (or two) and takes it/them to a race since he needs those cute little fluffballs.

Lewis falls in love with this cute side of Max's and wants to impress him, so he tries to adopt a bunny too, but can't decide what breed and asks Max for help.

If you have a bad day today, here are two blurry pictures of my baby Peanut🤎🤍

Looking at the baby in front of them, the two McLaren pilots are speechless. "So, this is Max? Like, our friend Max Verstappen?"

The younger pilot gently picks up the baby and, unsure how to hold it, pulls it closer to his chest. "I think so? I mean, there are scars on the baby's arms, and I don't think it could have done it by itself, could it?"

On the other side of the paddock, a young teen looks around the track, confusion and fear mingling together. "Hey, kiddo!" two people run up to him, fiery red suits on and both also red in their faces.

"I don't want any trouble, I swear!" the teen covers his face and both men immediately stop in their tracks - the black ink decorating the teen's skin is too similar to a certain champion.

"Hey, we're here kid. Come with us, it's too cold here anyways."