Max Verstappen isn't a hero. At least, that's what he keeps telling himself. He's just-trying. Too trying. The kind of trying that makes your palms sweat when you lift a grocery box, that makes your chest tighten as the world moves too fast around you. When he steps outside, the streets should've just been another blur, another student hustling, another afternoon slipping by. But then he sees him-someone balancing paper bags with careful hands, oversized hoodie sleeves dragging past his wrists, eyes darting nervously at the crowd. George doesn't mean to stand out. But he does. They collide in the simplest of ways, a spilled bag, a shared glance, a wordless chaos that somehow feels like it could settle into something steady. Max doesn't know why he keeps reaching for the fallen groceries, why he can't look away. George tilts a small smile in his direction, awkward, hesitant, but entirely his own. And for the first time that day, Max pauses-not because he has to, but because he wants to. He shouldn't feel anything. Not this flutter of surprise when George hands him a neatly folded note. Not this quiet curiosity that tugs him toward someone who barely says a word but says everything anyway. "Thank you," the note says one day. And somehow, Max reads it, and it echoes louder than any noise around them. George fidgets with a small board, scribbles something, spins it toward Max. The words are careful, deliberate, tiny moments of trust wrapped in marker ink. Max grins. And George grins back. Between hurried errands, scattered groceries, and moments that teeter on awkwardly sweet, Max begins to see patterns-of care, of thoughtfulness, of someone who notices him just as much as he notices them. And maybe-just maybe-he's learning how to pay attention, how to stay present, how to see someone fully for the first time. Because this time, when George stretches out a hand, Max doesn't hesitate.

(Updates regularly | Mature content ⚠️| Not a Slow-burn obsession | Mafia x Police forbidden romance) Five years into a relationship built on routine, Max knows exactly where Charles keeps his secrets, he just pretends not to look. When a body turns up on the southern coast of France, Max is assigned to a case that refuses to close. Evidence vanishes. Witnesses forget. Every lead circles back to a man who insists he is only a businessman, and a brother whose death no one seems eager to avenge. Between blood and the law, there is a space neither of them are supposed to occupy 'a place at the limit', where pursuit becomes permission and silence is mistaken for innocence. Max investigates what he already understands and Charles waits at the apex, ruling what he cannot afford to confess. The question is no longer who committed the crime but whether Max was ever meant to stop him, or simply stay close enough to follow, long after the line has been crossed.

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 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.

"Just shut up Charles shut up!" I yell at him, his eyes sparkling with challenge, He surely wasn't backing down from this. "Make me" He whispers. Before he or mostly I could think straight i took 3 strides and crashed my mouth on his. ○♥︎○~~~○♥︎○ ~university au~ In which 2 academic rivals, that hate one another, are paired up for a project which starts with chaos due to their animosity. Until one of them comes up with a solution, a benefits arrangements situation which should make their friends happy. But they end up getting closer and start to feel something for one another. This was something they had not expected. ☆Enemies to lovers ☆Academic rivals ☆Forced proximity ☆Enemies with benefits ☆Alternate universe Driver x Driver Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc Lestappen. 🥇Best ranking [4/12/2025] #1 lionheart #1 academicrivals #2 onebedtrope #3 danielriccardo #7 feeling #8 boyxboy #10 romance-friendship #10 f1fanfiction #15 university ●Mature content ●Profanity ●This is a fanfic all events in this fic are fictional.

The past few years with Ferrari had been relentless for Charles Leclerc, and the new season promised no relief. Every podium, every headline, every lap pressed down on him, leaving exhaustion and isolation in their wake. Even amidst the chaos of the track, the pressure followed him into the quiet of his hotel room, where the fight to keep control felt endless, and no one truly saw... Max, his longtime rival, notices things no one else does. And despite themselves, the tension between them begins to shift. Between crashes, podiums, and endless competition, a fragile connection forms-one that challenges everything Charles thought he knew about rivalry, loyalty... and love.

The Drive to survive set was always crowded and noisy, but this year Charles just couldn't stand it. After Max Verstappen, his nemesis, had won the championship last year, he had been counting the days to his next "Drive to survive" interview because he knew It was going to be the most awkward ten minute piece about Max. What he didn't know is that they would have been filming both their interviews at once, on the same set, and have them right in front of one another. This, Charles didn't expect.

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

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!

Charles Leclerc is a 19 year old Monégasque driver who just upgraded from formula 2 to formula one. He's really excited to drive with Sauber for the 2018 season but his actual dream is to drive for Ferrari. Max Verstappen is a driver who grew up carting with his dad in the Netherlands. He even knew Michael Schumacher. The past few years he's really showing some potential at Red Bull. When the Monégasque driver joins formula one, he doesn't go unnoticed by Max.....