> Lestappen 2024 story < Charles Leclerc struggles with Max Verstappen's dominance in Formula 1 and begins to consider getting closer to Max as a way to challenge him. What starts as playful banter during a night out turns into something more complex, leaving Charles questioning if his plan is working or if he's crossing boundaries. As he navigates this new dynamic, Charles must confront his growing feelings for Max while maintaining their professional rivalry. Story warnings: Alcohol consumption Explicit smut Angst

⚠️ 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.

Updates Every Friday at 12 AM GST | Thursday 8 PM UTC ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⚠️ Mature Story | 18+ Ruin Me, Mon Chéri is a dark lestappen [Max Verstappen X Charles Leclerc] mafia romance AU. Includes explicit smut, violence, trauma, toxic love & two enemies who should've stayed apart. Read at your own risk. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ˜"*°•.˜"*°• "𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗿 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺." •°*"˜.•°*"˜ In the shadows of Monaco's golden coast and Sicily's blood-soaked ruins, two mafia heirs are bound by hatred and a desire they can't control. Charles Leclerc, Monaco's ice-cold prince, wears strategy like armor. Max Verstappen, the Italian-Dutch heir with a temper as wild as his fists, bows to no one. Forced together by a shaky alliance after Lewis is betrothed to Max's sister, their rivalry ignites into something far more dangerous. When a trap leaves Charles broken and at Max's mercy, lines blur. Anger turns to bruising kisses, threats to breathless nights, and the thin veneer of civility shatters. But betrayal runs deep, Charles empire is crumbling from within, and the puppet master pulling the strings is closer than either of them suspects. Now, with war on the horizon, Max and Charles must decide either to destroy each other or raze the world that tried to tear them apart. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭, 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵, 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬.

Sebastian was just a normal young naive man. Until a famous finish mafia boss set his eyes on him. Warning ⚠️ ( Sebastin is 19, and kimi is 26 in this story, so the age gap. Violence and eventually sumt in this story read at your own risk, please)

Todo desde un inicio fue por trabajo, ellos eran amigos desde hace años, y sin saberlo, de un dia a otro sus vidas podrían cambiar por completo con tan solo tener gustos en común Con tan solo gustarles la Formula 1, sus vidas cambiarían de manera drástica, no están acostumbrados a las cámaras, ni mucho menos a miles de personas siguiendolos por el Paddock, mucho menos si estos pilotos habían salido de una relación con personas famosas, todo lo contrario a ellos Ellos no contaban con lujos ni mucho menos una pizca de fama, solo eran personas normales, viviendo su vida, titulados, trabajando día tras día, tal vez contaban con la "elegancia"-esa que viene de la atención al detalle y no de los reflectores-pero eso seria lo minimo Y aun así, entre motores, silencios y miradas que no se podían evitar... algo empezó a cambiar Sin saberlo, estaban por conocer a las personas que transformarán para siempre su forma de ver el amor, la intimidad... y el compromiso

In which I write cute, spicy and fluff(comfort) oneshots of my favorite enemies to lovers driver duo in Formula one, Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc. I don't write angst or sad oneshots. ☆Alternate universe ☆Different tropes ☆Grumpy x sunshine ☆Motorsports romance Driver x Driver Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc Lestappen. 🥇Best ranking (18/11/25) [my birthday hehe (^.^)] #1 bottomcharles #1 topmax #1 racingromance #2 yukierre #3 carlando #9 driverxdriver ●Mature content ●Profanity ●This is a fanfic all events in this fic are fictional.

Some Oneshots Dedicated To Landoscar, Since I'm An Absolute Sucker For Landoscar Stories.

When Max starts coughing up petals, Charles is forced to confront a past he's forgotten. As Max's condition worsens, Charles unravels a hidden connection between them?, struggling to uncover the truth before it's too late.

Formula one driver x driver one shots book. Requests are open. Also credit goes to all artists of any art used! xxx

just a short AU Lestappen story, Max isn't a driver in here