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. 💙❤️

Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc have been best friends since childhood-two boys who once raced toy cars through the streets of Monaco, growing up while hiding the same secret: a longing for each other. Now, Max is the formidable CEO of Vortex Racing, raising his one-year-old daughter, Lily, on his own. Charles is his indispensable assistant-always close, yet never quite within reach. For years, they have danced the invisible line between friendship and something more. An almost-kiss in the office. A charged night in Milan. Countless moments where they came close to breaking that boundary-yet each time, fear held them back. Will this be the night they finally cross it... or will they lose their nerve at the last moment, as they always have? OR ᴀ ꜱʟᴏᴡ-ʙᴜʀɴ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ, ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀʜᴏᴏᴅ, ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇʀʀɪꜰʏɪɴɢ ʟᴇᴀᴘ ꜰʀᴏᴍ "ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ" ᴛᴏ "ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ."

They were six when they first met in a Monaco park just two little boys who built an entire world together with nothing but laughter, secret shoulder taps, and promises whispered in broken English and Dutch. Max fell first, it was hard but quiet like the world made sense only when Charles was beside him. Then life tore them apart. Divorce. Abuse. Disownment. A boarding school punishment that brought Max back to Monaco... but not back to Charles. Years later, they're academic rivals in the same elite halls and Max topping the boards, Charles burning with questions he never got to ask. One fake photo, one drunken night, one ghosted year, and everything shatters again. Until second year at Sorbonne University. One classroom. One shoulder tap. One desperate kiss in front of the entire lecture hall. Max fell first but Charles? He just fell harder and now they have to rebuild what was lost through jealous projects, family shadows that refuse to stay buried, late-night confessions, and touches that say everything words never could. From childhood bubbles to Paris dorms, and from rivals to roommates and maybe to fiancés... This is the story of two guys who were always meant to find each other again even if it hurt like hell along the way.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐⚠️ : 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 (𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐) Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc were never supposed to fall in love. Tricked by a sleazy broker into sharing a tiny canal house in Amsterdam, their days explode with furious arguments and their nights disappear into raw, no-labels sex. Charles is drowning in denial as he has a secret girlfriend waiting in Monaco and clings to the same lie: "𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴." But Max is already, hopelessly and painfully gone in love. When a brutal misunderstanding at a wedding shatters everything, Charles flees back to his safe, picture-perfect life in Monaco, leaving Max devastated and alone. Three months of silence follow. Now Charles stands outside their old canal house again, heart hammering, torn between the comfortable lie society expects of him... and the terrifying, all-consuming love he left behind. Will he finally tear down every wall and choose Max? Or will he slip back into the life he was always supposed to live? 𝓞𝓡 Will Charles return for the man he loves... or stay hidden forever?

𝑀𝑜𝓃 𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉consists ⚠️𝖳𝖶 of 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗂𝖼 𝗏!𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗄!𝖽𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 (𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇-𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 → 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍) 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄/𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖡𝖣𝖲𝖬, 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗀 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗈𝖻!𝖼 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒. In a world where homophobic families once tore them apart, Max Verstappen vanished into the shadows and rose as Europe's youngest, most ruthless mob boss - the No Mercy Dutchman, who quietly dismantled drug networks to spare others the hell he barely escaped. Charles Leclerc rebuilt his life alone in Paris, a driven law student who never let anyone get close, because no one could ever replace the boy he lost. When Max's protection becomes possession. He drags Charles into his fortified world, away from the life he fought so hard to build. Charles rages against it, then slowly chooses it because Max is still the only one who makes him feel truly alive. Just two broken men building something fierce and unbreakable in the dark. Love isn't light here, it's the shadows they claim together. Or when Max finally takes back the only thing he ever regretted losing.

(Updates regularly | Mature content ⚠️| Not a Slow-burn obsession | Mafia x Police forbidden romance) Five years into a relationship built on routine, Max knows exactly where Charles keeps his secrets, he just pretends not to look. When a body turns up on the southern coast of France, Max is assigned to a case that refuses to close. Evidence vanishes. Witnesses forget. Every lead circles back to a man who insists he is only a businessman, and a brother whose death no one seems eager to avenge. Between blood and the law, there is a space neither of them are supposed to occupy 'a place at the limit', where pursuit becomes permission and silence is mistaken for innocence. Max investigates what he already understands and Charles waits at the apex, ruling what he cannot afford to confess. The question is no longer who committed the crime but whether Max was ever meant to stop him, or simply stay close enough to follow, long after the line has been crossed.

⚠️ Mature Completed Story 18+ ✓ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ No More Secrets, Mon Chéri is a dark-ish short lestappen au (Max Verstappen × Charles Leclerc) Stripper x Hidden Identity AU. Contains explicit smut, intense emotional hurt/comfort, power imbalance, obsession, secrets, praise kink, dom/sub undertones, and two broken men who ruin and heal each other in equal measure. Read at your own risk. Heavy angst ahead. Happy ending guaranteed, but the road is brutal. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Max Verstappen is drowning in debt and desperation. When stripping at Le Mirage becomes his last option, his first night is a disaster until a mysterious, sharp-eyed regular in the shadows steps in and changes everything. Charles Leclerc is rich, dangerous, and impossible to read. One protective clash, one heated night, and Charles offers a deal no broke uni student can refuse plus no strings and no questions but strings form fast. Max falls hard for Charles and for the safety he's never known but Charles falls first and even harder possessive, devoted, terrified of the secrets he's hiding. An unexplained gun still on the nightstand and late nights. There's love but with battles of doubt until one explosive fight forces the truth into the open. When everything shatters, what's left is raw, real, and will it be theirs? or Max walks away?

⚠️ Mature Completed Story 18+ ✓ « 𝚃𝚞 𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚗 é𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚝é, 𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎. » In a world where vampires rule the night and the past never truly dies, two immortals stand on opposite sides of a fractured eternity. 𝐌𝐚𝐱 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 cold, powerful, feared has lived long enough to stop believing in love. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜 beautiful, brilliant, but hides his pain behind loyalty and blood. When fate drags them back into each other's orbit after centuries apart, desire ignites and the world trembles. Enemies by allegiance, bound by instinct, they find in each other what neither dared to crave tenderness but with old betrayals resurfacing, jealous ex-lovers plotting in the dark, and a vampire council ready to burn anyone who defies tradition, their love becomes the one thing powerful enough to unite or destroy their kind.

A lestappen Science-Fiction AU ⚠️ Contains a few explicit chapters, trigger warning will be mentioned at each chapter. Somewhere between a collapsing moon, a suspiciously charming commander, who should have stayed in the past, something is very wrong with the galaxy. Max Verstappen swore he wouldn't get dragged back into the mess. He also swore he'd never speak to Charles Leclerc again. He's breaking both promises. There's a missing archive. A race nobody remembers entering. A ghost ship flickering through star systems like it's hunting someone. And whispers of a truth powerful enough to burn the universe clean. None of it makes sense. Especially not the way Max still looks at him. Charles wants answers. Instead, he's getting pulled into a storm of secrets, betrayals, and feelings he can't outrun. The galaxy doesn't have a safety net, and neither do they. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭, 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵, 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬. Started: April 14, 2025 Completed: November 9, 2025

*Requests are open* F1 Oneshots! This is my first time writing oneshots, so... bere with me. I decided to make a Lestappen one-shot book since most of my stories are meant to be with them as the couple anyway. Expect chaos, fluff, angst, rivalry, and soft moments they'll never admit to. Sometimes, you might see Carlando, Yukriee or Wollfner pop up but this is Max and Charles territory first. Also, if there's a dynamic, trope, or chaotic idea you want to see turned into a fueled rollercoaster, I'm your writer. You name it, I'll bring the emotional damage (and maybe some fluff if I'm feeling generous). If you like emotional damage, accidental confessions, and podium tension, that feels like a breakup... welcome.