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bodyguard max verstappen and ferrari driver charles leclerc, charles hated the guy that controlled his every living breathing movement, he hated him, but did he want him too?
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bodyguard max and f1 driver charles, ts is just porn like, just porn.pls leave kudos
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charles leclerc and max verstappen will rip eachother to shreds if given the chance, but, is there something beyond all that anger and hate?
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charles leclerc and max verstappen battling for the 2024 wdc and along the way they've come to hate eachother and acted on borderline violence, but, is there something more behind all this?
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Once Charles Leclerc had hoped to be the new hope for Ferrari, to chase a championship in red. But after presenting as an omega those dreams were over, he's spent the last few years trying not to think about Formula One until an unusual offer from an old rival appears. Two time world champion Max Verstappen needs an omega to soften his PR image and he or at least his team want Charles to be that omega.
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29 Jun 2026
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Normal...
(adjective. /ˈnɔːml/ conforming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected)
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Max struggles to accept his feelings, all the while Charles is here, proving that it's okay to feel, that no emotion is abnormal and that love is love
(This can be read as a standalone, but we highly suggest reading other parts of the series too)
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- Part 3 of Our Days
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27 Jun 2026
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After years of grueling battles, academic rivals Max and Charles part ways upon graduating from medical school until they meet again as surgical interns at the same hospital. Their age-old feud continues, as expected.
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“So it’s true.” Charles’s brows lift, scavenging for clarification.
“What?”
“You,” Charles drawls, “think I’m attractive.” He has the nerve to smile, fine corners of his mouth carved upward by ripe fixation.
“I never said that.” Max stands his ground, stepping one foot closer to hide the consternation that steeps his neck and ears in vermillion. "I said you were pretty, there’s a difference.”
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OR Grey’s Anatomy Enemies to Lovers but make it Formula 1.
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26 Jun 2026
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After a brutal post-qualifying interview, Charles Leclerc drags Max Verstappen onto his empty family yacht in the dead of night, demanding the truth.
What starts as a vicious fight in the lower decks quickly turns into something far more dangerous.
Tied to a steel pole in the belly of the yacht, Charles finds himself at the mercy of the man he hates most — and craves even more. Rough hands, filthier words, and years of pent-up rage explode between them as Max ruins him completely, again and again, while the glittering lights of Monaco shine just above their heads.
Hate has never felt this good.Bookmarked by urfavirispookie
26 Jun 2026
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P1 in Your Heart: A Lestappen Post F1 Romance [Max Verstappen | Charles Leclerc] by theealonegirl
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF, Motorsport RPF, BL - Fandom, Lestappen - Fandom, Professional F1 Esports RPF, Real Person Fiction
26 Jan 2026
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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. 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 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.
Maybe love doesn't roar at 200mph.
Maybe, this time, it tiptoes in through the kitchen door.Bookmarked by urfavirispookie
20 May 2026