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.

When a famous singer drops a new song, and everyone's convinced it's about Oscar Piastri, things get real.

Some wounds don't bleed. They burn. Camille Vitale was raised to win - at any cost. Silence was survival, and pain was just another lap to finish. By the time she met Max Verstappen on a dusty karting track, she already knew how to keep secrets. So did he. Years later, the world knows his name. And Camille? She's the one pulling the strings behind the camera flashes -polished and untouchable. But history doesn't stay buried forever. Not when it's hiding behind headlines and hollow smiles. As past and present collide at 300 kilometers an hour, Camille is forced to confront the one thing she was never trained for: What happens when the mask cracks? 🥇 > F1 🥈 > Max Verstappen

BLAKE I've spent my entire adult life trying to carry a legacy that was never meant to rest on one person's shoulders. To the world, I'm the backbone of Williams Racing. But behind the title, I'm still grieving-terrified that failing my father's team means losing the last real piece of my mother. Hiring Christian Horner was supposed to be a cold business transaction-a desperate gamble on a ruthless strategist to save us from collapse. I expected a villain defined by his scandals, but instead, I found a man who understands what it means to be hollowed out by the weight of expectation. He makes me want to stop living for the dead and start fighting for myself. And for the first time, I'm not sure if I'm doing this for my family-or finally, for me. CHRISTIAN Regret sticks with you. After two years in exile, I've learned to live with it. I told myself I liked the quiet, but the truth is, I was just waiting for it to swallow me whole. When Blake Williams offers me a way back, I don't take it to save her team-I take it to prove I'm still here. My plan was simple: fix the car, keep my distance, and leave. But Blake doesn't back down. She sees right through the front I've built. Letting her in wasn't the plan, but she's the only thing keeping me from slipping back into the dark. This story contains mature themes and is intended for readers 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is advised.

｡°✩ | ˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗ | 𝗱𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗲𝘀 "blowin' kisses like will you love me or not?" ❝ she makes me feel safe ❞ ❝ so make her yours ❞ max verstappen x oc irl x social media © blond43d 2025

Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it's too late. Say what you're feeling. Waiting is a mistake. FORMULA ONE AU OSCAR PIASTRI COVER BY @/SWAIIOWTAIL

In which Indigo Mercier, an actor who has no filter, gets invited to the Grand Prix by McLaren Racing after saying that one of their drivers has bottom eyes on live television.

Upon her laughing at my struggle, a smile naturally creeps onto my face. "Sorry. What I mean to say is I would like for you to come with me. If you come, you could finally know what my job is." She grins widely. "Because you are not a mechanic, but you won't tell what your real job is." "Exactly, but if you come..." She presses her lips together and then pouts slightly. "I can't." My smile drops. "I'm sorry, Max, my flight leaves Thursday morning." Disappointed, I shrug in an attempt to play it casual. "It's okay," I say softly, and she scrunches her nose at the pet name. "But tell me the truth, would you have come if you were staying longer?" She smiles widely and I mimic her. "Depends, would you continue acting like an asshole?" I chuckle. I know she will never let that go, and weirdly it brings me joy because that means that she will never forget the day we met. And I don't want her to forget it because it is forged forever in my mind. I am bound by that day, but if I am bound, she should be too. I want us to be bound forever by that day. "Maybe. Depends if you will text me this time." "Then maybe." With a grin on my face, I reply, "Maybe is good enough for now." A lie. Truly, maybe is not enough, but I will wait for her forever if it is necessary. I barely know her, but I want her to like me at least a portion of how much I like her because her mere presence makes me happy, and I believe I have the same effect on her. ------------------------------- Two pressured souls to succeed, longing for love. Max Verstappen, a seemingly ruthless driver, finds himself drawn to Vanessa Teixeiro, the sweetest soul with many secrets he is eager to unravel. Two sides of the same coin collide and can't seem to escape the other. Vanessa knows she should keep her distance from him, as he is too tempting for her, especially at the wrong time. However, Max is determined to keep crossing paths with her. He has fallen for her, but will she fall for him too?

She was hired to keep him sharp. He was determined to prove he didn't need her. What started as sharp words and late-night clashes in the garage spirals into something neither of them can control. Between podiums, press scandals, and stolen moments behind closed doors, their rivalry turns into fire - and fire spreads fast. In the world's most high-stakes sport, where every second counts, they'll have to decide whether risking it all for each other is worth the crash. Max Verstappen x OC (Catherine Rowan)

Valerie Rosière-reclusive couture prodigy and creator of the famed Twenty-Eight Dresses-is dragged into the spotlight when McLaren recruits her for an exclusive collaboration. Suddenly surrounded by cameras, chaos, and the fast world of Formula One, she crosses paths with Oscar Piastri: calm, sharp, quietly magnetic. As the partnership grows, so does their connection-soft, slow, and entirely unexpected. In a world built on speed, Valerie must learn what it means to take a risk on something she can't design or control.