1. Daniel/Max - light BDSM, virgin Max, bottom Max, bondage Max was feeling a weird kind of anticipation. Today was the day of his date with Daniel, his first date with the man in fact. Well, actually, his first date ever. It had been quite unexpected how it had happened. The man was now back in Red Bull, and they had talked a lot, and then they had drunk a bit and laughed. And Daniel had kissed him. It had been quick and chaste, but when the man had pulled back, Max could see the burning desire in his look, and he had felt butterflies in his stomach when he clumsily leaned in again, showing his inexperience. Daniel had immediately noticed. "First kiss, mate?" he had asked with a laugh, clearly meaning it as a joke, but Max had flushed red, making the aussie blink at him, "Really?"

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?

Hey Guys, I want/will to do some Lestappen OneShots here. If you have some requests just tell me and I see what I can do. :) ! English is NOT my first language so sorry if there are spelling Errors! I am not really experienced with writing Storys so sorry if they aren't good. I'm still figuring out my writing style (What style, or how long...) But anyways have fun reading! No Emoji = normal/fluff... 🌶️ Emoji = spicy Thanks for all the votes guys! It makes me really happy to see that you like my book/storys! 🫶 I also always look at your profiles and see if you wrote/write any books and sometimes read your ✨Lestappen✨ books if you have any. SPOILER! All Oneshots have happy endings (except if ask for in a request) Hope you had/have a great day! - Cali

(+18) King Maxemilian, known as the Butcher of the North, with a heart forged of ice and a will of steel, spoke only the language of war and authority throughout his life. However, the cold marbles of Aethelgard were shaken by the arrival of Prince Charles, who came from the silence of a monastery and viewed the world only with curiosity and compassion. This union, which began as a political necessity, was tested by assassination attempts, bloody campaigns, and palace intrigues; yet, Charles's innocence became the only light in Maxemilian's world.

Lando Norris isn't dying. That's what he keeps telling himself. He's just-tired. Too tired. The kind of tired that makes your hands tremble when you paint, that makes your world fade to white under fluorescent light. When he collapses in the middle of the street, it should've just been another headline: Campus art boy passes out, again. But that day, someone caught him-literally. A photography major with shaking hands and a camera still strapped to his neck. Oscar Piastri didn't mean to care. But he did. They meet again, the sunlight from the tall panes framed him in soft gold-Lando slumped over a desk, heartbeat uneven, breath too shallow. Oscar's voice cuts through the silence. "Sleep well." And somehow, Lando listens. He shouldn't feel anything. Not this warmth blooming in his chest. Not this quiet safety whenever Oscar looks at him like he's not fragile. "Why do you keep helping me?" Lando asks one day, voice cracking between guilt and hope. Oscar shrugs, eyes soft. "Because you keep falling." Then there's George-best friend, chaos incarnate-who would fight the whole hospital if he could. Feeling Max's quiet stare on him, George yanks Lando up to use him as a shield. "What?! You wanna fight, huh?!" His little fists tremble inside his cardigan sleeves. Max doesn't even blink. "Try me," the doctor deadpans, flipping a chart. Between sleepless nights, half-drunk cups of coffee, and the hum of a heart that beats too fast for its own good, Lando begins to draw again. And maybe-just maybe-he's learning how to live again, too. Because this time, when Oscar offers his hand, Lando doesn't pull away. a slow heartbeat turning into melody. a story about falling, again and again, and choosing to stay.

English is not my Language so I will be using AI for translation. At the University of Hunters, humanity's last line of defense, young fighters train to rise through the ranks-Hunter Student, Hunter, Pillar, Hero. For Charles, a boy scarred by his father's brutal training and haunted by loss, the path was never simple. But when an ancient demon lord erupts into their world and unleashes divine destruction, survival itself becomes the ultimate trial. Beneath the rubble, Charles clings to hope, to friendship, and to love-but the world above is already shifting. Soul-harvesting rituals, gods of destruction, and long-buried secrets stir, and in this messed up world the era of humanity's fragile dominance begins to collapse. This is a tale where bonds are tested, legends are forged, and every choice might decide whether the world is saved-or drowned in darkness. All the ships in the story so far. - LESTAPPEN - CHARLOS - LANDOSCAR - YUKIERRE - YULLIE (I made this up for plot) - More Coming.

This story is written from an omniscient narrative perspective, where you y/n the reader, (he/she) is playing the role of [cupid] for both drivers Kimi Antonelli and Ollie Bearman. The cool thing about this book that makes it so unique from others is that I used Character AI using Kimi Antonelli and Ollie Bearman's personalities in the story. I think this was a good idea cause it makes the ship more real than ever. Of course, it's not the real them, but maybe, just maybe, beneath everything, it makes this ship something that could happen... (Please read this, you will not regret it)

(+18) Oscar has always been alone until Cambridge. One party. One unexpected meeting with Daniel. One moment that changes everything, even if he doesn't know it yet. Suddenly, he's surrounded by the kind of friends he never thought he'd have and by Lando, at the center of it all. Sometimes, belonging begins by accident.

"I will never yield to you," Charles said before Max smashed his lips against his own. He let out a surprised grunt as his hands gripped the Dutchman's hair tightly before reciprocating the kiss. When Charles joined Ferrari, he had only one clear goal in mind. He would do everything in his power to get ahead of Max Verstappen. What he hadn't expected was that his world would start turning upside down the closer he got to the Dutchman. Which was way closer than he ever thought he would get. ****** "Then choose to act differently," Charles said softly as he rubbed his thumb over the side of Max's knee. Max nodded slowly as he turned his head to look at the Monegasque. "What do I need to do?" Max asked, tone of voice hopeful. Max hadn't expected that Charles, who had once been his rival, would be able to change everything he knew about their friendship in a matter of weeks. Soon, Max found himself questioning everything he'd ever known. Not only about their bond, but also about himself.

It was raining and the track was wet when the car slowed down. It took Charles a second to realise that not only his car slowed down but time did. He was in his seat, both hands on the wheel and right there, when his car got of the track, he knew...