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

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.

!ROYAL AU! When Victoria Verstappen, the princess of the Netherlands is promised off to Lorenzo Leclerc, crown prince of Monaco, her brother - the Crown Prince Max Verstappen - is forced to consort with an old enemy, Charles Leclerc while trying to figure a way to save his sister from a loveless life. Will Max be able to stop the marriage before it is too late? TW : Abuse, mentions of grief, eating disorder, scars, Jos Verstappen, internalised homophobia (kinda?), pain, dead parents society, stress, anxiety, heartache, homophobia

just a short AU Lestappen story, Max isn't a driver in here

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: 18+ He's used to being in control, used to getting what he wants. But when a stranger catches his eye in a crowded bar, something shifts. He lives a life where every move is calculated and trust is like a rare currency, this stranger changes everything Max thought he understood about power and desire. He'll stop at nothing to get to know him, pushing the boundaries between what could be dangerous and an obsession. (Mafia AU + Lestappen)

Charles dreamt of being a racer all his life but being an omega didn't allow him to race. And so he hid his reality. He faked being an alpha making it to the world of racing. A hidden omega in the world of blood thirsty Alphas and the worst among them all, Max, the man he despised the most. F1 fan fiction ~Lestappen~ ~ enemies to lovers~ ~ omegaverse~

Carlando, Lestappen, Maxiel & Landoscar oneshots Request are very welcome, so text me what you wanna read

Charles Leclerc is a young second-year student from Monaco who decided to go on an exchange for the first time in his life. His very first day in a foreign country is a tapestry of new encounters, vivid impressions, and a spectrum of unexpected events, both welcome and unwelcome. How will this young man's Dutch adventure unfold? Will he gain new insights, or could he discover a new love to mend a broken heart?

⚠️ 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.