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A whole bunch of short stories that I am writing. Mostly Smut! Some won't be but again, most are. I will be posting every second Monday in 2026 x Enjoy :)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝟏𝟖 + [𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭] ━━━ ❝ 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖞 𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖐 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖕 ❞ Charles Leclerc has spent over 300 years searching for the soul of his lost lover-the one who died saving him the night he was turned into a vampire. In the modern world, he finds him reborn as Max Verstappen, a Red Bull Formula One driver with no memory of their past. But bound by a dark curse to his cruel vampire lord, Charles risks everything to be near Max again.

⚠️ 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.

Charles hates Max, it's always been like this and it always will be like this. That's what he thought before he found out everything Max is hiding. [lestappen] - mature content There will be no warning at the beginning of the chapter to avoid spoilers.

You are gone, and I am still your sin. Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc are enemies in Formula One. Their constant bickering, fighting and name-calling is the number one topic. They end every race weekend in the headlines with words bad for their reputations. One day there is a fight between the two on the podium, during the Dutch national anthem. The FiA finds this unacceptable, especially when complaints start coming in from the Netherlands, the country where the situation took place and the fans, so they, along with the principal of Red Bull and Ferrari, decide to give the guys an ultimatum. Either they will pretend to be friends in front of the press and all the fans, or they will be kicked out of Formula One without the possibility of returning. Will they agree to this? Will they manage to stay in the formula? Why do they hate each other so much? LOVE OR RIDE | 18+ Formula One | Lestappen