Fic: You'll Never Walk Alone - Blog Posts

"Are you sure there is no one to contact? Your team?" "You want to get rid of me?" Charles teases. He paints crimson, Max stammers, "No- just, you are a premier league player so-" "You are a football fan, Max," Charles wiggles his eyebrows "and I am coming home with you." The crimson deepens, Max huffs, his face pouty, he looks like an adorable kitten, "I am a Richmond fan." Charles laughs at that, Richmond? No one is a Richmond fan. "Fuck you. Richmond is good." Max's face is tight now, the red bordering on angry. Angry kitten. He purses his lips, suppressing the laughter, "Right." "We'll win this season." Max insists, "We have Sainz too now, so we will." "What?"  Max stares at him, realisation dawning his face, "You don't know." Charles grunts, annoyed, "No. What?" Max turns his phone on, a video of Pep playing on the screen, "We are loaning Carlos Sainz Jr. to AFC Richmond for the new season." Charles feels his heart beat in his ears. Two aces, Charles. The room erupts in noises. "No further questions."

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Last match of the season. The game rarely ever comes down to this. Max knows Charles is going to be in his head, always is, before a match. They play West Ham today. Fate isn't entirely in their hands, if Man City wins against Liverpool, they will be second. If they tie or lose, they win. He knows Charles hates that. He knows in his heart, Charles will win. Richmond will win.

"Will you be there?"

Max blinks the sleep out of his eyes, Max is always there. He has loved this sport before Charles. He has loved Richmond longer.

"Of course."

Why are you asking? hangs in the air. Charles tip toes around it, refolding the same shirt thrice. Today, Max will be patient. He tries to be, always. Charles rarely ever leaves him wanting. He gives and he gives without asking. For him, Max will wait. Always.

"If we don't-" his mouth clicks shut, Max wants to pull Charles back into the bed.

"If we don't win, will you still kiss me?"

Max frowns at him, "I will, of course, always kiss you."

"No." He shakes his head,

Then again before sitting at the foot of the bed.

"In the audience, at the railings." He stops the abuse on the shirt in his hand, resting it on Max's duvet covered feet, "If I come to you, will you kiss me? Even if we don't win."

I am writing the most niche audience of one person fic EVER.

Richmond AFC player Charles Leclerc X Engineering Undergraduate/ WAG Max Verstappen