Nagashima Yuki finally transmigrated. More precisely, she reincarnated, straight into the deadly world of Jujutsu Kaisen. The moment she realized where she was, Yuki was thrilled. "Yes! I even got an awesome cursed technique! Time to join the protagonist squad!" All she had to do now was wait for recruitment. After all, wasn't a certain irresponsible white-haired teacher supposed to show up and bring talented kids to Jujutsu High? So she waited. And waited. And waited. "Why hasn't that white-haired teacher come to pick me up yet?! Hurry up and take me to Jujutsu High already!" But instead of an invitation... She attracted the attention of curse users. Now she's being hunted. Constantly. "Where are you, Gojo Satoru?! If Tokyo Jujutsu High won't take me, what about Kyoto?! Somebody recruit me already, please!!" When her life finally becomes impossible to maintain thanks to endless attacks, Yuki reaches a devastating conclusion: "This JJK production crew is way too dangerous! I quit the protagonist team!" And just before she walks into the darkness to fight it on her own terms, she glances back one last time at the school she once dreamed of joining. With tears in her eyes, she shouts toward the sky- "Gojo Satoru! Do you even know what you've lost?!" *** Gojo Satoru was born the strongest. In his entire life, only two things ever slipped through his fingers because he wasn't strong enough. One was the man who nearly killed him - Toji Fushiguro. The other was the mysterious person who appeared after his revival and took Toji away. Sorcerers inherit techniques. That person could dismantle them. Sorcerers attack with cursed energy. That person was immune. Sorcerers stand for justice. That person simply turned around, and walked into the darkness. Her name was Nagashima Yuki. And in the eyes of the jujutsu world, she was someone who stood completely opposite to sorcerers.

Max and Charles rivals since the beginning, find themselves in a position where their story changes it's plot, revealing the hidden desires ~Lestappen fanfic~ ✨️Enemies to lovers ✨️

What happens when Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc get into a drunken fight for the whole world to see?

All of my landoscar oneshots from ao3 posted here :)

You are gone, and I am still your sin. Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc are enemies in Formula One. Their constant bickering, fighting and name-calling is the number one topic. They end every race weekend in the headlines with words bad for their reputations. One day there is a fight between the two on the podium, during the Dutch national anthem. The FiA finds this unacceptable, especially when complaints start coming in from the Netherlands, the country where the situation took place and the fans, so they, along with the principal of Red Bull and Ferrari, decide to give the guys an ultimatum. Either they will pretend to be friends in front of the press and all the fans, or they will be kicked out of Formula One without the possibility of returning. Will they agree to this? Will they manage to stay in the formula? Why do they hate each other so much? LOVE OR RIDE | 18+ Formula One | Lestappen

Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen are famous F1 racers whose life may seem perfect to many. Expensive cars, beautiful girls, luxury apartments, loud parties - everything that many people can only dream of. But who knows what these two racers are really hiding from the public eye? P.S. English is not my first language, so I'm sorry in advance for any confusion or mistakes 😅

In which a Mercedes driver falls in love with her rival Formula one story Book cover by: @ItsTotallyNotSav Plot by: RubyLouise19

- "you're not saying you're in love with me, but you're going to." or, the one where the music industry's it girl meets F1's it boy and the media just *has* to make a scene about it [ lando norris | social media + irl ]

I knock on the door; I'm greeted by Lando, who goes from a grin to sheer shock in half a second. His eyes are fixed on the Dutchman at my side. His brain is working so fast to process the unspoken information; his mouth is still open from the hello that died as he tried to speak it. "Lando!" Max isn't even fazed. He takes it all in stride, hugging the very confused Lando Norris whilst I slip past, into the house, seeing James looking at me with a can of coke in one hand and his other pointing at me as he grins maniacally. "I KNEW IT!" · . 🏎 _ ˚ · .🏎 __🏁 Jessica Bond is one of a handful of rookies that have joined F1 this year. Signed for the newest team - Jaguar Racing - she hopes to just make it through her first year without any trouble. And without any drama. But this is Formula 1. Drama is 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. · . 🏎 _ ˚ · .🏎 __🏁 Fucking hell there's a McLaren in the wall- I slam the brake pedal as I try to move to the side of Daniel, but my car snaps, shunting into him. The force sends his car away from the barrier, clipping the rear of the McLaren. I go flying into the barrier, dangerously close to the orange car- FUCK- Air is knocked out of my lungs. I hear my radio going. I need a minute. I need to breathe. My ribs hurt. Fucking hell. · . 🏎 _ ˚ · .🏎 __🏁 Tropes/tags; - He fell first, she fell harder - Matchmaker friends who aren't helping - Idiots in Love - Angry drivers - FIA being a joke - Tooth-rotting fluff - No Beta: we suffer like Ferrari fans hearing team radios - Max Verstappen is a softie stop pretending he isn't - 1st POV Chapters marked with: ♦ contain distressing themes and/or potentially triggering events ▪ contain mature content ■ contain explicit nudity and/or sexual content 🥇#RPF - 13/5 🥇#RealPersonFiction - 13/5 🥈#Jaguar - 13/5 🥇#OriginalFemaleCharacter - 03/9 🥇#Drivers - 12/12

"My old man is a bad man, but... I can't deny the way he holds my hand." - Lana Del Rey, Off to the Races He said she was perfect, so she stopped trying to be anything else. When Arrietty Cruz, a broke bookstore clerk from Monterey, California, stumbles into the world of luxury, it's only supposed to be temporary. Then she meets Lando Norris, and she thinks he's joking about the jet, the villas, the designer clothes. He wasn't. Now she's living in a dream - his dream. She wears what he picks. Smiles when he says. And if he gets a little possessive? Controlling? Well, he just loves her so much it hurts. "It's not toxic," she tells herself. "It's devotion." "It's not that deep," she swears, handing over her phone and asking if she can wear sneakers. She thinks she's in control. He lets her think that. Because love this intense has rules. And she's never been more obedient. Where everyone else sees a red flag, she sees a checkered one. He's already won her. She's just racing to keep up. For fans of obsession, dangerous devotion, and the messy, intoxicating line between love and control.