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.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝟏𝟖 + [𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭] ━━━ ❝ Everybody wants him, that was my crime. ❞ Maximilian Verstappen is as famous as one can get without being king. As the city's star bullfighter, The Red Bull, no one is immune to his charms. With his commitment to his craft, risking his life on the ring, Maximilian has escaped the pressures of courting- a particularly convenient arrangement considering his lack of interest in women. Charles Leclerc, a foreign nobleman, is not starstruck by him and Maximilian is quick to note. The night soon turns into morning and for the first time, Maximilian has an interest in something that is not his bulls.

It was supposed to be simple. A fake relationship, a bit of public hand-holding, and a few well-timed smiles for the camera. Nothing they couldn't handle. They're both used to pressure, just usually the kind that comes with an engine. But between media appearances, private jokes, and the occasional almost-too-convincing moment, the lines start to blur. And suddenly, what started as a carefully constructed lie doesn't feel so fake anymore.

Charles is the younger brother of Ferrari driver Arthur Leclerc, though he keeps this connection a strict secret at his new job with Red Bull. Wanting to carve out his own identity away from his brother's shadow, Charles hopes to prove himself through hard work and dedication, unaware of how much his quiet strength will eventually impact those around him. Highest Ranking #1 Gayfiction #1 Lestappen

Charles Leclerc never expected his life to shift because of something so small-a crying baby in a restaurant, a stranger's arms holding him steady, a calm that came too easily. Clover liked him instantly. Carlos Sainz noticed. The way the crying stopped. The way his baby relaxed against Charles' chest. Desperation made him bold, and before Charles could think too hard, Carlos made an offer that felt impossible. "Work for me." Charles hesitated. He told himself it was only a job-better pay, shorter hours, a chance to finally save for his dream. Nothing more. Carlos told himself it was temporary. Just help. Just someone Clover liked. But days turned into routines. Mornings filled with fog and soft laughter. Late nights with tired eyes and shared silences. Clover became the quiet reason they kept circling each other, closer than either planned. "I don't need you," Carlos insisted. "I'm not staying," Charles lied. Yet every glance lingered too long. Every goodbye felt heavier. Somewhere between responsibility and comfort, something neither of them named began to grow. Two lives colliding in the smallest ways. And in the space between a child's laughter and unspoken feelings, Carlos and Charles find themselves falling-slowly, unexpectedly, and far too deeply. "I didn't plan to want you," "But I don't know how to stop."

> Lestappen 2024 story < Charles Leclerc struggles with Max Verstappen's dominance in Formula 1 and begins to consider getting closer to Max as a way to challenge him. What starts as playful banter during a night out turns into something more complex, leaving Charles questioning if his plan is working or if he's crossing boundaries. As he navigates this new dynamic, Charles must confront his growing feelings for Max while maintaining their professional rivalry. Story warnings: Alcohol consumption Explicit smut Angst

"You are so goddamn stupid, can't you fucking see?" "... you're right, I am in love with him. I am in love with Charles fucking Leclerc." ____________________________ based on 'Golden' by Harry Styles !! story cover made by me !! I hope you will enjoy the story!!🫶🏼

"We've liaised with the police and they've agreed that you can both complete the hours at the local kart track in Monaco," 𝗢𝗥 Charles and Max's rivalry ends up with them having to complete community service hours together. Max Verstappen / Charles Leclerc formula one lestappen enemies to lovers 2020 season without covid

Max... has a lot of problems... and with Daniel always being there for him...he doesn't want him to feel overloaded. So. he just... deals them with himself only. But here comes Charles Leclerc. How is he supposed to deal with his own problems with Charles getting in the way? How is Charles going to try and convince Max that he is completely okay? WARNING: lots of self hate/Self-loath, panic attacks, and an eating disorder from Max Verstappen.

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