𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝟏𝟖 + [𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭] ━━━ ❝ Kill me then! But do not curse me for loving. ❞ Charles Leclerc is the second-son of the king of Middon, but sudden unfortunate circumstances unfolded by his own decisions lead him into being kidnapped and sold off as a slave in a sourthen kingdom who is then bought and given as a gift to the new barbaric conquerer: King Max of house Verstappen.

F1. Cars, speed, thrills, podiums and champagne. Hearts of gold that bleed at each spark that flickers. Stolen stares and wicked smirks on the track that makes blood boil. Charles and Max. Two lost souls that need to be found. Winning is the goal. But is it winning the race, the championship? Or is it winning at love?

A Harry Potter AU | Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc | Enemies to Lovers | Slytherin x Gryffindor Charles Leclerc has everything figured out: perfect grades, a polished prefect badge, and a future that shines brighter than a freshly polished broomstick. The last thing he needs is Max Verstappen - the infuriatingly charming Slytherin bad boy with a smirk for every rule he breaks and a nickname for everyone he annoys. Especially sweetheart. Which, apparently, is now Charles. Forced to partner up in Potions and constantly thrown together by fate (or a sadistic Headmaster), Charles finds himself tangled in a rivalry he never asked for - one filled with late-night detentions, stolen glances, and an escalating war of pet names that feels dangerously like flirting. He's everything Charles shouldn't want. So why does it feel like Max is the only one who really sees him?

What happens when a 14 year old is adopted by none other than Charles Leclerc? Started: 6.7.25 Finished: N/A Best Rankings 🥇in leclerc- 22.7.25 🥇in carlossainz- 31.8.25 🥇in verstappen- 31.8.25

Two rival surgeons turn their battle for the chief's chair into a forbidden game that shatters hospital protocols. When logic and chaos collide in the sterile corridors, for Max and Charles the only thing that must survive is not just their patients, but their careers as well.

➶｡˚ part three of the RACING HEARTS series Holly Lee is a Christmas lover. She adores everything about it. The twinkling lights making her heart beat with excitement. The beautiful time spent with her loved ones. The crunchy, sparkling snow under her feet. Max Verstappen is a Christmas hater. He despises everything about it. The ugly lights making his head ache. The stupid chase after materialistic things. The disgusting snow soaking his new shoes. One coincidence forces these two opposites to meet. Or is it a Christmas miracle? © all rights reserved, lxvenderhze 2023 rankings: #1 in #christmas on 26.12.2023 #1 in #festive on 26.12.2023 #2 in #christmasstory on 23.12.2023 #2 in #christmasromance on 23.12.2023 #3 in #mv33 on 26.12.2023

So don't judge please I'm new to this and I got into formula one last year in like October. Anyways -- Charles know it's useless but he wants to get a world champion with this team he know he can't because the car is shit but he wants to make him father and god father proud of him. Warning: May have mental and physical abuse, self harm and pretty deep stuff. (I'm probably gonna change the title)

When Oscar Piastri wakes up one morning in Monaco, he's not hungover, heartbroken, or late for practice-he's six months old. Now Charles Leclerc, Max Verstappen, and half the F1 grid are stuck babysitting a literal baby driver while trying to figure out how and why this happened. Between diaper disasters, sugar highs, and emotional breakdowns, one thing becomes clear: the universe might just be giving them all a second chance-to fix their mistakes, rebuild friendships, and learn what it really means to be a team. Because raising a baby is hard. Raising your friend who used to drive for McLaren? That's chaos on a championship level. PS - Do not let the amount of chapters fool you. This book is 40k words long.

It's two minutes past midnight. Max is the head chef of the restaurant downstairs; Charles is the playboy neighbor upstairs who brings a different woman home every night. ​It's a routine they know by heart: the date fails, the woman leaves, and Charles stumbles down to Max's kitchen, hungry for pasta and comfort. To Charles, Max is just the grumpy best friend who fixes his mess. To Max, Charles is a beautiful, oblivious chaos. ​Max plays his part perfectly: he cooks, he listens, and he swallows his jealousy. ​Max can make breakfast exactly how Charles likes it, but he can't make Charles love him back

⚠️ Mature Completed Story 18+ ✓ | This fic is set in 2030 Max Verstappen never expected to spend retirement surrounded by glitter glue, pancake disasters, and a five-year-old who thinks "overtaking" applies to bedtime. But here he is, an eight-time world champion turned grumpy dad haunting the karting tracks of his youth, wearing a hoodie of nostalgia and a frown that says please don't ask for an autograph. He's not here for closure. He's here because his daughter likes speed and because standing on the trackside hurts a little less than staying home alone with his regrets. Charles Leclerc didn't dream of coaching kindergarteners with oversized helmets and sugar highs. But a crash stole his career, and this karting track the fumes, the flags, the occasional crying parent is all he's got left. He smiles like it doesn't ache and teaches like he doesn't miss the rush. It's not the future he imagined, but it's something. They weren't best friends. Rivals? Sure. Occasional podium eye contact? Absolutely. But nothing ever happened, at least, not when it mattered. Now they're thirty-three, washed in nostalgia and worn down by everything unsaid. But when Max's hoodie ends up on Charles, when Lilly calls him her "other dad," when burnt toast becomes breakfast and stolen glances linger too long, maybe it's not about racing anymore. Maybe it's about healing. About family. About bad coffee and slow mornings and one last shot at something they never let themselves want. Maybe love doesn't roar at 200mph. Maybe, this time, it tiptoes in through the kitchen door. ~~~ I grew up on F1 but don't expect realism. Expect mess. Bad decisions. Vibes over plot. I have no idea how this happened. One second, I'm vibing. Next, I'm writing a Max/Charles fic with sad dad energy, karting trauma, and chaotic Carlando lurking in the background like gremlins.