Max and Charles rivals since the beginning, find themselves in a position where their story changes it's plot, revealing the hidden desires ~Lestappen fanfic~ ✨️Enemies to lovers ✨️

Max Verstappen had never thought anything besides racing was important or well that was what he had been told since he was a kid. So what happens when he fall for the impossible, a guy he isn't supposed to love. A guy the media has prorate as his biggest enemy but in fact is one of his closest friends. He can't just ruin this. Their friendship. But oh how much he just wanna grab his fave and kiss him sometimes.

𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐫! 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜 x 𝐌𝐚𝐱 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝗔𝗨 🏁💙 In 2023, 𝗠𝗮𝘅 𝗩𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻 is aiming for a hat-trick of world championships with Red Bull and a new race engineer to pitstop... in his heart. That's right, he's got his sights set on 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗟𝗲𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗿𝗰. 📌 4 on #lestappen (2/10/2024)

My first book. Lestappen!! Hopefully I'll be able to write 3 or more chapters every week. English isn't my first language so sorry for any mistakes As someone who's gay I've tried to include realistic moments of confusion and trying to come to terms with sexuality.

It was supposed to be simple. A fake relationship, a bit of public hand-holding, and a few well-timed smiles for the camera. Nothing they couldn't handle. They're both used to pressure, just usually the kind that comes with an engine. But between media appearances, private jokes, and the occasional almost-too-convincing moment, the lines start to blur. And suddenly, what started as a carefully constructed lie doesn't feel so fake anymore.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: 18+ He's used to being in control, used to getting what he wants. But when a stranger catches his eye in a crowded bar, something shifts. He lives a life where every move is calculated and trust is like a rare currency, this stranger changes everything Max thought he understood about power and desire. He'll stop at nothing to get to know him, pushing the boundaries between what could be dangerous and an obsession. (Mafia AU + Lestappen)

Max Verstappen doesn't do distractions. Especially not ones that come in the form of Charles Leclerc - all curls, calm stares, and the kind of smile that makes Max forget his brake markers. Cool Down Lap is a slow-burn love story wrapped in fireproofs and ego, where rivals fight for more than just pole position. It's the kind of story where every glance means more than a radio message, and every near-collision feels like a confession no one's ready to make. Beneath the helmets, the interviews, and the championship points, there's tension that can't be timed and feelings that don't fit into a post-race debrief. With grid chats exploding, Instagram stories hinting at more, and a secret past that Charles refuses to let define him, Max finds himself losing control - and not just on the track. Because sometimes, the most dangerous thing in Formula 1 isn't the speed. It's falling for the one person you're supposed to beat. A LESTAPPEN STORY!

I wanted the title. I didn't expect to want him more. Max and Charles had the most intense and interesting chemistry-not romantic, of course. Their rough, tangled past haunted them like a math teacher who knows you cheated but can't prove it. Getting seats in F1 was a promotion they both truly earned. Max: aggressive, dominant, reckless. Charles: equally ambitious, but refined-his driving, a theatre performance in motion. The new season loomed. Max, fresh off his fourth championship, was still riding high. Charles, thirstier than ever for glory, had his sights set. "How far will these two go to win the championship?" That's what the latest magazines asked a week before the season opener. And Charles? He had one thing to say: "If I can't win the championship... then he won't either." They think they're nothing alike. But will that belief push them to greatness-or destroy any chance they have of winning the championship?

⚠️ Mature Story 18+ | This fic is set in 2030 | Updates every Monday at 12 AM GST (8 PM UTC, Sundays) 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.

Max, Prince of the Netherlands, is first in line to the throne. He is openly gay to his family who are loving and accepting of his sexuality. But what happens when he finds a lost boy on the streets? What happens when his secrets are all unveiled? Somewhat set in medieval era. LESTAPPEN AU TW at start of chapters applied to.