In which Charles is driving for one of the top teams in Formula One, Redbull and Max is his new race engineer. No real plot, just a short au and Lestappen having spicy time. Based on my last oneshot 'Fuel and fire' from my lestappen oneshots book.

Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen are famous F1 racers whose life may seem perfect to many. Expensive cars, beautiful girls, luxury apartments, loud parties - everything that many people can only dream of. But who knows what these two racers are really hiding from the public eye? P.S. English is not my first language, so I'm sorry in advance for any confusion or mistakes 😅

(I don't know what this AU is called but they aren't F1 drivers in it) Charles hates his downstairs neighbour - he's an arrogant, stuck up, mannerless, hot - no, not hot - person and Charles hates him. What he hates the most? How Max's penpal never writes his address properly - does the man not correct him?

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

« 𝚃𝚞 𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚗 é𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚝é, 𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎. » In a world where vampires rule the night and the past never truly dies, two immortals stand on opposite sides of a fractured eternity. 𝐌𝐚𝐱 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 cold, powerful, feared has lived long enough to stop believing in love. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜 beautiful, brilliant, but hides his pain behind loyalty and blood. When fate drags them back into each other's orbit after centuries apart, desire ignites and the world trembles. Enemies by allegiance, bound by instinct, they find in each other what neither dared to crave tenderness but with old betrayals resurfacing, jealous ex-lovers plotting in the dark, and a vampire council ready to burn anyone who defies tradition, their love becomes the one thing powerful enough to unite or destroy their kind.

⚠️ Mature Completed Story 18+ ✓ Max Verstappen has it all on paper. A four-time World Champion, fame, speed... but inside, he's unraveling. Sleep-deprived, stressed, and terrified of disappointing his father, Max is at his breaking point. His best friend Daniel insists he see a psychologist, so Max secretly books an appointment. Only to run into Charles Leclerc, his childhood karting rival, and Monaco's top sports psychologist. Old memories resurface, walls come down, and boundaries blur. Max has never needed someone like him before, and Charles has never forgotten the boy who once raced by his side. But falling in love with a client isn't supposed to happen... is it? Fast laps, therapy sessions, childhood grudges, and forbidden love collide in this story about healing, trust, and the risk of letting someone in. A short lestappen AU with a blending of psychology, racing, and romance.

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.

⚠️ 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.

Charles thinks Max only calls him sweet names when he's worried. Max thinks Charles only listens when he's concussed. Neither of them is entirely wrong. crossposted on ao3 as ReadNowSleepLater

Max Verstappen wasn't planning on falling for a dog-owning, chaos-wielding Monegasque with a tragic attachment to ugly throw blankets - but Charles Leclerc has a way of turning plans into punchlines. Between spilled wine, shared toothbrushes, and a suspiciously well-behaved dog, they somehow go from casual dates to cohabiting. A cozy, chaotic slow-burn romance about building a home one drawer at a time. crossposted on ao3 as ReadNowSleepLater anonymus commission