Omegaverse, MxM Fleeing his family in Monaco, Charles had only one rule: trust no one, and don't get caught at all costs. For years, he managed to pass as a "Beta" using synthetic suppressants and scent patches. His goal was simple: take refuge at a northern university and become an independent architect standing on his own two feet. However, the one thing he didn't account for was the Head Alpha of the land he stepped onto: Max Verstappen.

There's 2 groups in this world. Red and navy. 2 kings, that had started war. 2 princes that started romance. It all started with a letter... For all the lestappen fans out there. have fun reading!

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.

Counting the petals left on the daisy, Max knew there was no chance the last petal would be a "loves me" one. The chance was about the same as Charles ever coming back.

(+18) Time travel was something impossible. At least, that was what Max believe. After watching the love of his life, Charles, marry someone else, Max boarded a train to return to his hotel, only to open his eyes and find himself suddenly transported back to 2019. He was back in his university years, a time before he had even met Charles and where everything was just beginning; he now had an impossible chance to prevent the greatest defeat of his life.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐⚠️ : 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 (𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐) Dr. Max Verstappen is the best cardiologist at Monaco General. He was precise, brilliant, and utterly untouchable because no one knows where he lives. He has no social media, no trace of his family, no footprints leading back to him. He made sure of that; keeping the world at a distance, leaving behind nothing but silence and unanswered questions. Dr. Charles Leclerc is the star cardiothoracic surgeon who is secretly obsessed with vampire-lore and Charles notices him immediately because of the cool skin, the way Max never eats and the way his eyes linger on pulsing veins a second too long before he looks away. Charles is determined to uncover the mystery, while Max is determined to stay away because Max is a 1633-year-old vampire who has spent centuries believing immortality is a curse. He has never allowed himself to love anyone the way he is beginning to love Charles and he will do anything to keep Charles from sharing that curse. Until Charles refuses to let him pull away. Until one rooftop confession and one desperate bite changes everything. From hospital corridors to Paris nights, from a brutal confrontation in Mediterranean caves to a Venetian masquerade, this is the story of a lonely immortal who finds his reason for forever... and the human who chooses to become his equal. Mijn Maker - My Maker. Translations of this fic are welcome and encouraged, as long as you give me proper credit as the original author and link back to the original work. Please do not post, repost, or upload this fic (or any part of it) anywhere without my explicit consent. Thank you for reading. 💙❤️

Isabelle: We do love you very much! Matthew: I don't want to be loved very much, I just want to be loved. Or, Charles got tapped by a man named Max Verstappen on Grindr on a Saturday night.

Extremely sad oneshot! TW: Self-harm, suicide All the facts narrated in this story aren't true. Enjoy!

After a surprise win in Monaco, Charles drags Max to a fancy celebratory dinner. Max thinks he hates champagne, Charles thinks Max has no palate, and neither of them expected the maître d' (the head waiter of a restaurant) to assume they're already married. Chaos, flirtation, and a spilled bottle of Dom Pérignon ensue. crossposted on ao3 as ReadNowSleepLater

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