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

What happens when two F1 drivers, one game of strip poker, and a whole lot of unresolved tension get locked together on a private jet? Lando thought he could handle a little harmless fun. Oscar thought he could keep things casual. Neither of them expected to end up tangled in each other, physically and emotionally, before they even landed in Montreal. short landoscar fic 18+

"Maybe love isn't about knowing all the answers or being perfect. Maybe it's just finding someone who makes your heart beat faster, who gets your dumb jokes, and makes all the awkward moments feel like the best thing ever."

<^ Oscar piastri moved to Britain when he was 15. However, in this school was different. It was almost like an American tv show in there. You had the football team, the captain who was a man whore and just so happened to be named, Lando Norris. Oscar didn't speak much. Mostly because he was an Aussie in a British school, he got bullied a lot. Mainly by said football captain. IN OTHER WORDS THE LANDOSCAR BULLY/NERD WE HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR ^>

**LESTAPPEN HIGHSCHOOL AU** Charles has a lot on his mind. With the constant bullying, issues at home, and the death of his father, he finds it hard to cope, constantly losing grip on reality. Only a few things help him find solace in life, his father's grave, and the boy he's feared of loving, Max Verstappen. Too scared to speak in person, Charles finds a way around it. To text him anonymously.

"I lost myself in the blue of your eyes, blue as the ocean we're sailing on." The sea has always been Max Verstappen's escape - a vast, untamed expanse where he feels most alive and closest to an event from his past. As the confident and carefree captain of one of Monaco's most luxurious yachts, Max is no stranger to fleeting pleasures and one-night stands. But when his company begins sponsoring Ferrari, Max finds himself drawn to someone he never expected - a quiet, reserved driver whose focus on racing has kept him sheltered from the chaos of love and it's passion. For Charles Leclerc, life has always been about precision and control. Behind the wheel of a Ferrari, he's a rising star, but off the track, his world is small, cautious, and untouched by the intensity of romance. When a chance encounter brings him into Max's orbit, Charles is captivated by the boldness and freedom Max exudes. Yet, as their worlds collide, he's faced with desires he's never dared to explore - and feelings he can't ignore.

"You keep staring." "You keep giving me reasons to." They were never supposed to touch. Now they can't stop. When model and celebrity Charles Leclerc starts receiving threats from an obsessed stalker, Max Verstappen - stoic, sharp-eyed, and painfully off-limits - is assigned as his full-time bodyguard. But when late nights blur the line between protection and desire, teasing turns into tension, and power plays turn into something neither of them can resist. - Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc short Lestappen AU I don't own any formula one drivers.

⚠️ 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.