P1 in Your Heart | Lestappen Post F1 Romance | Max Verstappen X Charles Leclerc

⚠️ Mature Story 18+ | This fic is set in 2030 | Updates every Monday at 12 AM GST (8 PM UTC, Sundays)

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.
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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.