We all know what it is to be alive, breath in and out as your heart beats. But what is it to live? What is it to have no regrets when you stop being alive? This is an AU where Max is a baker and Charles is a florist and . . . yeah, I'm really bad with descriptions

❝𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨? 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞?❞ - 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩: 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 5 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘹 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝐌𝐚𝐱 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜; 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐨, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐌𝐚𝐱 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐣𝐚𝐳𝐳 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛, 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐲 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐜 𝐣𝐚𝐳𝐳, 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

A Harry Potter AU | Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc | Enemies to Lovers | Slytherin x Gryffindor Charles Leclerc has everything figured out: perfect grades, a polished prefect badge, and a future that shines brighter than a freshly polished broomstick. The last thing he needs is Max Verstappen - the infuriatingly charming Slytherin bad boy with a smirk for every rule he breaks and a nickname for everyone he annoys. Especially sweetheart. Which, apparently, is now Charles. Forced to partner up in Potions and constantly thrown together by fate (or a sadistic Headmaster), Charles finds himself tangled in a rivalry he never asked for - one filled with late-night detentions, stolen glances, and an escalating war of pet names that feels dangerously like flirting. He's everything Charles shouldn't want. So why does it feel like Max is the only one who really sees him?

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.

appetence an eager desire, an instinctive inclination; an attraction or a natural bond Loving him was a losing game from the beginning, he knew this. But he couldn't stop falling for him. They knew that giving into this desire and attraction between them could make them both lose everything but they did it anyway. "I shouldn't be jealous, you aren't even mine." Since their childhood it was always them, always this two young boys against each other. Nobody knew what they were all these years. Friends? Rivals? Enemys? Not even them knew what it was between them. But could this thing between them become more than it was? "Keeping my distance because I know I can't have you." All these suppressed feelings came back when Charles became a Formula Driver for Alfa Romeo in 2018. They thought that they were over everything that happened but that changed in the moment they stared into each others eyes again. "We play dumb but we know exactly what we are doing." It was always them against the rest. It will always be them against the rest. "I can't stay away from you."

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: 18+ Charles and Max are heirs to the throne and are rival royal families, facing personal trauma and weight of their own lives at the alliance gathering. Despite the chaos unfolding, they discover a connection and must move forward together. However, navigating this life is challenging in the world of royalty, with raised standards and expectations as soon to be kings, they must decide if the strong developing feelings are worth the risk. "Everyone can go away, not you Charles, you stay with me." *Cover credits to @hotmandrivesfast on Tumblr*

"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.

*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 or Yukriee 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 Lestappen-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.