The world had stopped for both of them - just in different ways. Oscar Piastri lay in a hospital bed, ribs aching, silence louder than any engine he'd ever known. Next door, Alara Finch held her newborn son against her chest, whispering promises she wasn't sure she could keep. Between them, only a thin wall. And the sound that would change everything - a baby's first cry, slicing through the quiet, finding him when he thought he'd been lost for good.

Esme, a rising F2 rookie, struggles under the strict control of her father Luis, hiding exhaustion and bruises. Max Verstappen notices, quietly watching over her while Checo and Yuki try to bring her into the team. Tension builds as Max grows determined to protect her, whether she admits needing help or not. WARNING: IDK shit about F1 or 2. I just did a quick google search and went from there.

He races for Red Bull. She designs his wings. Falling for each other? That wasn't on the grid. She's the aerodynamicist every team wants. He's the driver no one can catch. What starts as flirty banter in the garage turns into late nights, stolen glances, and a tension that no diffuser can fix. Love doesn't follow regulations. And neither does Max Verstappen. Quick author note; Heyy, so first time writing a fic, no idea what I'm doing. But I promise it gets better in the later chaps. First few are definitely a bit boring cus it all slowly builds up. This is slow-burn with fluff, and no smut.

Max exhaled sharply, shaking his head as he sank onto the edge of the couch. "You scared everyone today, you know that?" Viktoriya blinked at him, caught off guard by the raw honesty in his voice. She hadn't expected him to say that. She hadn't expected him to care. "I'm fine," she said automatically, wrapping her arms around herself. Max's expression darkened. "You passed out on the fucking track, Viktoriya." She flinched slightly, but before she could respond, he continued. "I got out of my car ready to rip your head off for that crash," he admitted, voice lower now. "And then I saw you, just lying there, and I swear to God, I..." He trailed off, shaking his head as if the words physically refused to come out. Childhood friends to rivals to lovers Posting a chapter every day!

"𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞. 𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦." "𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 '𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥' 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦." ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ in which everyone is wrapped around willow worthington's finger, derek hale included. [ seasons 1 - 5 ✓ ︎; 6 - ongoing ] [ if you don't like innocent, helpless oc's who are not and will never become a badass, then this isn't for you . just move on and leave your complaints about my baby alone ] [ translation [spanish] - @HeyItsBlackieee ]

oscar piastri x fem!oc 2024 season

❝They call him the Dutch Lion.❞ ❝Yeah? To be honest, I think he's more like Scar from The Lion King, but whatever.❞ In the high-pressure world of Formula 1, Red Bull Racing is crumbling. Half the team has quit, morale is at an all-time low, and Max Verstappen-the reigning champion-is battling not just a losing season but a mountain of frustration, anger, and self-hatred. Known for his icy demeanor and explosive temper, Max feels more isolated than ever, unwilling to accept the changes around him. The last thing he wants is a new Personal Assistant. Enter Emilia "Emmy" Jones, a vibrant redhead who seems to radiate sunshine wherever she goes. She's everything Max despises in this moment of chaos-optimistic, talkative, and insufferably cheerful. To Max, she's a storm he didn't see coming, and no amount of biting sarcasm or coldness can drive her away. Emmy is determined to do her job, even if it means braving the tempest that is Max Verstappen. What Max doesn't realize is that Emmy isn't just some cheerful distraction. Beneath her bright smiles and playful energy, she's hiding her own storm. She's not the unshakable beam of positivity he assumes-she's a force of nature battling scars of her own. And while Max can't stand her constant happiness at first, it doesn't take long for him to see that Emmy isn't just sunshine. She's a hurricane-wild, fierce, and unpredictable. And she might just be what Red Bull, and Max, need to survive. Because sometimes, it's the storms that reshape everything.

Haley Simpson thought she had it made: a Lieutenant WSO in the US Navy, stationed overseas with her best friends, and all set to start training at Top Gun in the coming weeks. Haley was flying high... Until it all came crashing down. After a simple patrol goes horribly wrong, Haley finds herself back at North Island but this time as a civilian. Seemingly happy and adjusted, what happens when someone from her past shows up, bringing all the demons she's kept buried for so long to the surface? [[This is a side story connected to Top Gun: Maverick, but will contain some scenes from the movie]] [JakeSeresinxOC] ***I do not own anything regarding Top Gun: Maverick or its characters. I only own the name and plot of my original characters. I do not own any of the artwork- all artwork is credit to the original artist.***

When an archeology student accidently gets added in a groupchat full of f1 drivers. Or When Charles Leclerc falls for the stranger in the groupchat social media & irl (Updates every day or every other day)

ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴘᴇʟʟʙᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴘᴇʟʟ. ● _____《°•○ \|/ ○•°》_____ ● "i love it when you do that," percy watched her with a smile. "do what?" "when you do magic." "why?" "you just. . .you just are magical. i feel like i'm spellbound to you." she grinned, her heart beating rapidly. "how long have you been waiting to say that?" percy picked a slice of cake. "you have no idea." ● _____《°•○ \|/ ○•°》_____ ● sea of monsters - the last olympian