- Charles Leclerc x Max Verstappen || Friends to lovers ❤️‍🔥👀 A slow-burn f1 fan fiction about Charles and Max discovering what they shared was much more than what they thought. Although, everything is kept secret, because Max knows, a certain someone would not approve.

Oscar is sixteen, and his world is a wreckage of things left unsaid. After a lifetime of his mother's cold rejection and his father's empty promises, the final blow comes in a London afternoon filled with secrets he was never meant to hear. The betrayal is too loud, so Oscar chooses the only weapon he has left: absolute silence. Then came Brighton. And then came Charles. While Max struggles to learn how to finally be a father, Charles steps in, not just as a partner for Max, but as the architect of Oscar's recovery. Between drafting tables and shared blueprints, Charles and Oscar find a language that doesn't require words. Charles doesn't just design buildings; he designs a safe space where Oscar can finally breathe. But it's Lando who makes him want to scream again, with joy. Lando is seventeen, unfiltered, and refuses to let Oscar fade into the background. Whether he's taking Oscar to the calm beach or pushing him to his limits on Charles's karting track, Lando is the spark Oscar didn't know he was missing. On the asphalt, with the engine roaring and Lando by his side, the silence doesn't feel like a cage anymore. It feels like a head start. In a house built on second chances, Oscar is about to learn that family isn't something you're born into; it's something you build, one blueprint and one lap at a time. Two fathers. Two passions. A love that reconstructs everything.

Lando Norris & Keegan Palmer one shots

❝ Lando attaches the blushy, pouty photo and sends it, then locks his phone and drops it onto the carpet beside him, staring up at the ceiling. There's a pause, stretching suspiciously long. A faint click echoes through the call. Mute. Then unmute again. "Sorry," OP says when he comes back, his voice rougher now. "Thought someone was at the door."❞ Or: Lando loses an F1 championship and signs up for a charity Minecraft speedrunning tournament to cope with his existential crisis. Turns out his coach, faceless speedrunning champion OP81, might be a bit of a fanboy.

It's the profound tragedy of Lando's life, he thinks, to realise he's in love with his teammate - just as Oscar Piastri makes a habit of standing one step higher on the podium, forcing Lando to crane his neck to look at him. Oscar hates watching the light fade from Lando's eyes with every victory he takes from him. He accepted the inconvenient truth long ago: he loves Lando. But he loves winning more.

"don't you get tired coming home alone?" a reporter asks lando. "who says i'm coming home alone?" 'He lived two lives. Only one of them felt like his.' ✴︎ᅳ✯⮚ఇ [lando norris x fem!oc] 05-06-2025 ~ 13-10-2025

This Story is about my favorite F1 drivers. It's mostly about Lestappen und their crazy friends! It's also an omega verse

Un groupchat de F1 avec quelques pilotes ( pas tous ). Promis c'est drôle 😁👍 ( enfin je crois ). J'ai caché beaucoup de références/meme drôles, à vous de les trouver ( bonne chance ☺️). Allez bonne lecture~ ( il faut que j'arrête avec les parenthèses ).

What's supposed to be a chaotic Christmas getaway with family, teammates, and half the Formula 1 grid turns into Oscar Piastri's worst (and strangest) nightmare: everyone leaves without him. Trapped alone in a too-quiet house over Christmas, Oscar is left to wrestle with creaking floors, lingering memories, and the kind of loneliness that gets louder the longer it sits. Between missed flights, unexpected FaceTimes, and one very familiar orange sock, this is a soft, funny, slightly haunting holiday story about being left behind - and realizing you might not be as alone as you think.

Lando and Oscar are college roommates who were never meant to fall in love - but they did anyway. In a world where everyone thinks Lando belongs with someone else, Oscar quietly watches, aching in silence. Their love is hidden, messy, unspoken. But it's real. And in the end, it's not about who the world sees. It's about the boy who held your heart when no one else saw it breaking. It's about the one who stayed. In the end... it's him and I.