[ 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?

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

⚠️ Mature Completed Story 18+ ✓ Max Verstappen has it all on paper. A four-time World Champion, fame, speed... but inside, he's unraveling. Sleep-deprived, stressed, and terrified of disappointing his father, Max is at his breaking point. His best friend Daniel insists he see a psychologist, so Max secretly books an appointment. Only to run into Charles Leclerc, his childhood karting rival, and Monaco's top sports psychologist. Old memories resurface, walls come down, and boundaries blur. Max has never needed someone like him before, and Charles has never forgotten the boy who once raced by his side. But falling in love with a client isn't supposed to happen... is it? Fast laps, therapy sessions, childhood grudges, and forbidden love collide in this story about healing, trust, and the risk of letting someone in. A short lestappen AU with a blending of psychology, racing, and romance.

maybe when someone forgets to answer, that's because they're afraid to show too much simpaty... that's how Max's and Charles' romance officially started, because if we're being honest, it started way before that...

---ONLY DRIVER X DRIVER ONESHOTS--- !! Open to accepting idea requests... !! ~This is a book filled with fluff, angst and smut oneshots~ ***The chapter titles are going to contain certain coloured emojis that mean something... CHECK the first chapter of Lestappen to know what they mean, plsss*** (And, yes, this is my scheme to get more views... HEHEHEHE...) Enjoy the cringe... NOW ALSO AVAILABLE ON AO3 under the profile - FreakyHell ♡

This is a GroupChat That Sebastian Vettel creates, what do you think might happen will people get closer with Friendships and relationships or will it all be the other way round. find out more by reading this ❤

Formula one driver x driver one shots book. Requests are open. Also credit goes to all artists of any art used! xxx

A Whatsapp group chat between the 2025 F1 drivers created by Charles Leclerc then run by Sebastian Vettel. How I imagine a group chat between all the F1 drivers would go (from their announcement to the whole season)😅 **Video version of the chapters on my IG @ProudF1mama (check the EXTERNAL LINK at the end of the chapter)

Its got Maxiel, Carlando and a lot more driverxdriver interaction. Its got mini drivers, f1 stickers and memes. Its got bad jokes, who are for some reason funny.

Lando Norris is the campus celebrity-streamer, showman, always surrounded by laughter and admirers. Yet, no matter how many fans orbit him, his gaze fixes on one boy. He sneaks into classes he doesn't belong in, always with chocolate milk just for excuses, and blurts it out without shame. "I want you." Oscar Piastri isn't like the others. He's quiet, focused, an archer on scholarship who builds his life out of discipline. Where Lando is loud, Oscar is steady. Where Lando craves attention, Oscar avoids it. And every time Lando appears at his side, Oscar pushes him back. "What do you want from me this time?" Oscar demands, arms crossed. But things shift when Lando hits a breaking point-his manuscript thrown away, his heart cracked open in front of George and Max. Rumors flood the internet after a livestream slip, whispers of "Landoscar" spreading faster than either can stop. Oscar watches from the shadows, jealousy gnawing at him when Paul or even Kimi hover too close. He does things he swore he wouldn't. Saves the manuscript, copies notes for Charles just to get Lando's address. "I want-Lando's home address." Charles blinked in disbelief. "No. Nope. Not you. You'd never pull a stunt like this. You. Hate. Lando." But hate was never the truth. Jealousy was. Fear was. And when Oscar showed up at Lando's apartment, the walls finally broke. "O-Oscar...?" Lando whispered, clinging to the doorframe. And in the quiet of that moment, he admits the words he's hidden for too long. Oscar confesses, his voice trembling. Oscar wants Lando to choose him. Still. Always. And then-raw, unfiltered, aching- "I've lost. I've fallen for you. Again and again. I can't fight it anymore." Reality was messy, though. Promises whispered with hooked pinkies, nights tangled on the sofa in pajamas. "You're sure, none of this is from some stupid dare?"