Max muốn làm điều gì đó thật đặc biệt cho Charles. Không chỉ là những buổi hẹn hò trên du thuyền yên bình ở Sardinia, hay những chiếc nhẫn do Max tặng tô điểm thêm phần tuyệt đẹp trên ngón tay Charles, anh muốn thể hiện với cậu nhiều hơn những điều thông thường mà người ta thường làm với một omega xinh đẹp như vậy.

formula 1 au THPT Kim Liên (em yêu trường em) Warning: xàm, nhảm (người có khiếu hài ước âm vô cực cho hay). 1022 love at first sight, 3316 enemies to lovers, 814 idiots in love.

Mark bỗng nhìn lại, rằng: hà cớ gì phải đau đớn yêu thương? hà cớ gì phải yêu thương - đau đớn? Hắn siết nỗi tủi hờn trong mình như loại cực hình nặng nhất, cuối cùng tuyên trắng án cho mối tình của chính mình, cho mồ hôi hòa lẫn cùng nước mắt và máu bầm. Từ bả vai đến khuỷu tay, từ xương đòn đến ngực trần cậu trai người Đức, nụ hôn từ một, cộng dần, cộng dồn, lên mười, lên hai mươi, và không còn đếm xuể. Hắn vơ vét hết thảy nhựa sống trong tim, vơ vét trọn vẹn, rồi trộn lẫn cùng vệt nước khô trên tay mình. Trước mắt hắn là một con người không tiếc hy sinh chỉ để được nếm vị ngọt của vinh quang. Hắn biết rồi, và hắn sẽ chẳng đòi hỏi thêm gì ở cậu nữa.

Completed/discontinued (depends how you look at it) Yuki has always loved Pierre, even if he didn't know it. He always thought the love he felt for him was a friendly kind of love, never really giving much thought about it. Now that he's thought about what he feels towards Pierre more. He realises that he might just love him more than he led himself to believe. With Loscar, Alex and George and Lestappen mixed into it. I USE CHARACTER AI TO HELP WRITE MY BOOKS ALL ORIGINAL IDEAS

hii people im we writing oneshot book again there will be fluff , angst and smutt too.

This is a series of Lestappen oneshots. English is not my first language so if there are any mistakes forgive me.

⚠️ 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.

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.

"Tôi mơ mãi một giấc mơ phong tình, huyễn hoặc mãi một bóng hình chỉ còn là ký ức. Đêm đông rét buốt, có người vì tôi mà cởi bỏ xiêm y, hiến dâng tôi điều quý báu nhất của đời người. Tôi cứ sống lay lắt trong dằn vặt và cơn háu tình đay nghiến. Kết lại ở đây, thương nhớ em, mối duyên dục không thành."

What happens after the cars are crashed? TW // Trauma, Depression, Panic Attacks, Drugs, Addiction, Death