- Charles Leclerc x Max Verstappen || Friends to lovers ❤️‍🔥👀 A slow-burn f1 fan fiction about Charles and Max discovering what they shared was much more than what they thought. Although, everything is kept secret, because Max knows, a certain someone would not approve.

Oscar Piastri was never supposed to matter. Quiet. Precise. Sharp. He moved through the world like a straight line-disciplined, steady, predictable. He didn't chase anyone. He didn't flirt. He didn't smile unless necessary. And yet, he kept finding Lando. A chocolate bar left on a desk. A sticky note in looping handwriting. A soft voice beside Lando's ear. "This is for you. Eat, please." Lando hated it. Hated the way Oscar seemed to anticipate his next move. Hated the hand that appeared just to shield him from bumping into corners. Hated the look in Oscar's eyes-slow, deliberate, almost gentle. One afternoon, under a sunlit tree, Oscar said, "Your star hairclip suits you. You look cute today." No one had ever watched Lando that closely. No one had seen past the showmanship, past the bravado. He pulled away. Snapped. Ran. Heart pounding, throat tight. And Oscar? He stayed. Patient. Quiet. Collecting the pieces of Lando's chaos like it was natural. The strangest thing, when others got too close to Oscar, Lando stiffened. His tone sharpened. "Why him? He doesn't even look at you properly." Oscar's voice was soft, patient. "Lando, why do you care?" "I... I don't. Just forget it," Lando muttered, looking away. He didn't care. But Oscar kept choosing him. In small ways, unnoticed ways, the kind that made Lando's chest tighten. If Oscar was pretending, Lando's heart might not survive. But if he wasn't, then maybe Lando was already falling. Hard. And he wasn't sure he wanted to stop.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 : This story is inspired by the rivals-to-lovers dynamic of 'Heated Rivalry' by Rachel Reid and adapted into an original story set in the f1 world. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭" "𝘖𝘩 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶" "𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺", 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. ⏾⋆˚⟡₊⊹⭒ -------- ❥ 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 ❥ 𝐠𝐚𝐲/𝐛𝐢 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❥ 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲/𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 ❥ 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

It's two minutes past midnight. Max is the head chef of the restaurant downstairs; Charles is the playboy neighbor upstairs who brings a different woman home every night. ​It's a routine they know by heart: the date fails, the woman leaves, and Charles stumbles down to Max's kitchen, hungry for pasta and comfort. To Charles, Max is just the grumpy best friend who fixes his mess. To Max, Charles is a beautiful, oblivious chaos. ​Max plays his part perfectly: he cooks, he listens, and he swallows his jealousy. ​Max can make breakfast exactly how Charles likes it, but he can't make Charles love him back

To the world, Charles Leclerc is the sun. To Max Verstappen, he's a high-profile headache he doesn't have time for. Max is the invisible hand that makes the lives of the 1% perfect, and his rule is simple: no new clients, no high-maintenance egos, and no distractions. But Charles isn't used to being told "no," and he's decided that the only man who won't look at him is the only man he needs. In a world of fake smiles and paid loyalty, the hardest thing Max might have to fix is himself.

(+18) King Maxemilian, known as the Butcher of the North, with a heart forged of ice and a will of steel, spoke only the language of war and authority throughout his life. However, the cold marbles of Aethelgard were shaken by the arrival of Prince Charles, who came from the silence of a monastery and viewed the world only with curiosity and compassion. This union, which began as a political necessity, was tested by assassination attempts, bloody campaigns, and palace intrigues; yet, Charles's innocence became the only light in Maxemilian's world.

Two rival surgeons turn their battle for the chief's chair into a forbidden game that shatters hospital protocols. When logic and chaos collide in the sterile corridors, for Max and Charles the only thing that must survive is not just their patients, but their careers as well.

Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen. What lay between them wasn't hatred; it was a consuming obsession, far more dangerous than love. Two rivals who knew the rhythm of each other's breath by heart. But when a crash shattered not only Charles' body but his soul, everyone thought the legend was over. But Max Verstappen was not the kind of man to let his favorite obsession fade away. This is not a story of pity. This is the story of a rival who drags the broken man from the wreckage, forcing him back to his feet-not to destroy him, but because he cannot exist without him. No mercy. No apologies. Only asphalt, blood, and a devotion that bleeds into love.

[ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃] 🚦 ~ ❝𝐍𝐨, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭.. 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞.❞ ꒰ ྀི ⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ ୨୧ ˚ 수줍은 인형 @wonnie 𑁍ㅉ ᶻz 𓇼 𝐄𝐒𝐓 : 𝟏𝟏/𝟐𝟎/𝟐𝟓 ______________________________ Maximillian Verstappen. The name that could effortlessly send chills down spines. The name that belonged to a cold, dark, merciless man. The man that had a tall, broad, strong figure. The name that was only spoke in hushed whispers out of fear. The man that owned empires of his own probably worth more than the organs of 100 people combined. ✦. ⊹ And Charles leclerc? A cute, pretty, beautiful young man. An Introverted book writer who had no concept of anger or competition. It was all peace in Charles' life, his immense beauty and chunky black glasses made him stand out. Yet his past told stories beyond imagination.. ૮‿︵꒷꒦┈┈┈꒰ ♡ ꒱┈┈┈ ꒷꒦ ° ︵‿ა Who would've known two different worlds could cross paths.. and most importantly, would it work?

*High school AU* A new school year new adventures for the boys new feelings which will stay to grow and which will be only a tale and nothing more