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. ●Mature content ●Profanity ●This is a fanfic all events in this fic are fictional.

Monakijczyk stracił kompletnie zaufanie wobec Holendra oraz zakończył z nim znajomość. Po dłuższym czasie rozłąki obaj mężczyźni natrafiają na siebie, ale nie mają zbytnio zamiaru przyjaźnić się na nowo, Holender nie panuje nad emocjami, ma wiele lęków, oraz ma anger issues, za to Monakijczyk jest zamknięty w sobie, ma ataki paniki oraz ciężko jest mu komuś zaufać. Lecz z upływem czasu wszystko w nich się zmienia...

Charles i Max po starej kłótni zaczynają na nowo odbudowywać swoją relację. Na czym polegała kłótnia ? Dlaczego popsuł im się kontakt?!, i co się wydarzy po latach

In a world where gods play favorites and monsters hunt in shadows, love might be the deadliest curse of all. Max, son of Ares, has lived his whole life under Hera's cruel blessing-a curse that destroys anyone who gets too close. He's the best fighter at Camp Half-Blood, feared for his temper and his blade. Then Charles arrives-a golden boy with a past he won't talk about, and anger he knows how to use. The gods whisper that Charles is the second half of the key to ending a threat older than Olympus itself. Thrown together on a quest across ancient ruins, and monster-infested roads, Max and Charles will face curses, trials, and the darkest corners of their own trauma. The deeper they go, the more the line between hate and something far more dangerous begins to blur. But with a god's legacy at stake and a curse that punishes every bond Max makes, falling for each other might not just be forbidden-it might be fatal. Percy Jackson AU

W świecie Formuły 1 każdy żyje na granicy. Ale niektórzy tę granicę przekraczają. Kimi Antonelli - młody kierowca, złote dziecko wyścigowego świata. Miał przed sobą wielką przyszłość, dopóki nie zaczął imprezować, uciekać z domu, ćpać i handlować narkotykami. Gdy zostaje zawieszony i aresztowany, zespół nie ma wyboru - musi działać szybko, by uniknąć medialnej katastrofy. Wybór pada na George'a Russella - jedynego kierowcę w stawce, który ma opinię „grzecznego", odpowiedzialnego, czystego jak łza. Nie z własnej woli, George zostaje tymczasowym opiekunem Kimiego. Ma go wyprowadzić na prostą, uciszyć skandal i uratować karierę chłopaka. Tyle że Kimi nie ma zamiaru się zmieniać. Wręcz przeciwnie - szybko wpada w toksyczny romans z Laną Verstappen, młodszą siostrą Maxa. Lana, piękna i nieprzewidywalna, ciągnie Kimiego coraz głębiej w mrok. George, widząc, co się dzieje, próbuje ostrzec Maxa - ale kończy się to wybuchem. Stare urazy, sportowa rywalizacja i różnice charakterów sprawiają, że George i Max od zawsze się nienawidzą. A teraz muszą działać razem, jeśli chcą ocalić Kimiego. Tylko że nienawiść bardzo szybko potrafi przerodzić się w coś zupełnie innego... Między wyścigami, skandalami, medialną presją i dramatami w ukryciu, rodzi się historia, której nikt się nie spodziewał. Historia o upadku, drugim szansach i miłości tam, gdzie wydaje się niemożliwa.

They've been chasing the same dream since they were kids. Karting rivals turned Formula 1 legends, Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc have spent their lives fighting to be the greatest-on the track, in the world, maybe even to each other. But somewhere between the podiums, the pressure, and the endless need to win, the lines blur. Victory starts to feel empty, and the rivalry begins to mean something else-something neither of them can admit. Max, obsessed with perfection, breaks under the weight of his own expectations. Charles, torn between admiration and anger, keeps coming back anyway. They're fire and restraint, chaos and grace-racing against each other, running from the truth. My TikTok: @sarstappen :)

⚠️ 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.

Lestappen One shots, English version

Max felt like he didn't belong anywhere, no matter where he went, something, or someone was missing. Charles even though he is gathering all his power and skills into winning, to unfortunately never be able to, he wants to know how Max does it, how he won, effortlessly. They'll put hate aside, and figure it out, separately on different paths that'll lead them to one single one, together.

Within the walls of the familiar building lay the demons of our past. Max and Charles for the world have been for quite a long time the worst enemies that exist in this world. But no one knows how it happened. Why did they go from being friends who once often added pictures with each other on Instagram and were seen together everywhere, to suddenly being so cruel to each other? What situation led to this? One day the brakes on Max's car stop working, causing his car to drive at high speed into the Ferrari car in front of him. The unconscious Leclerc is taken to the hospital, and Max feels guilty, even though it's not his fault, and decides to check on Leclerc's condition. Will this visit change anything in their relationship? What caused their quarrels? Who were they once to each other? I'M MAKING MY WAY HOME | 18+ Lestappen | Formula One