❝ who the hell is charles leclerc? ❞ charles leclerc 𝒙 fem!oc social media fic

31 août 2023 - Monaco. Un gala de charité. Elle, actrice oscarisée. Lui, pilote de F1. Deux noms que le monde connaît, deux étrangers l'un pour l'autre. Quatre ans ont effacé ce qu'ils étaient. Jusqu'à l'explosion, littéralement. Une détonation qui sonne la fin de la soirée puis le chaos. 31 août 2010 - Monaco. Dernier soir de l'été, un feu de camp, des enfants qui traînent trop tard. Olive et Charles se parlent pour la première fois, une banale conversation entre deux gamins des rêves pleins le crâne. Même date que treize années sépare, et par le hasard des choses tout bascule encore, 𝘤𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘦-𝘭à.

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 ❝Close your eyes and pretend I'm her.❞ ( oscar piastri x masc! oc) (enemies to lovers!) (mature themes!) (follows the 2023/4* formula 1 season) ༊*·˚ cheerylogan, 2024 [COMPLETED]

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 - 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 ❝Tell me what I can do to make you stay.❞ ( oscar piastri x masc! oc) (enemies to lovers!) (mature themes!) (follows the 2025* formula 1 season) ༊*·˚ cheerylogan, 2025 [ONGOING]

❝𝘼𝙉 𝘼𝘿𝙑𝘼𝙉𝙏 𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙁𝙄𝘾 - 𝙉𝙀𝙒 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙀𝘼𝘾𝙃 𝘿𝘼𝙔 𝙐𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙇 𝘾𝙃𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙈𝘼𝙎❞ Isabella Nguyen and Oscar Piastri grew up side by side on the same quiet Australian street-inseparable, chaotic, and full of wild dreams. At ten years old, minutes before Oscar left for Europe to chase a future in motorsport, they made a pact: when he reached Formula 1, they would meet again on Christmas, no matter what. They sealed it with stuffed animals and a pinky promise. Years passed. Life rewrote their paths. Oscar climbed through the racing ranks with single-minded devotion, carrying the memory of his best friend like a lucky charm. Isabella became a global content creator-filming, editing, posting, hustling-her childhood slowly blurring behind brand deals and deadlines. By Oscar's third F1 season, the promise had evaporated from Isabella's mind... until one night, half-asleep, she stumbled upon a TikTok of Oscar. His smile. His voice. His victory. Suddenly, everything she'd forgotten came crashing back: the pact, the Christmas lights, the goodbye hug that shattered her at ten years old. Except Oscar never forgot. But the realization hits her too late. The season is already over. The Abu Dhabi Grand Prix-the final race she should have gone to, the place their promise was meant to come full circle-has been over for weeks. The paddock is empty now. Oscar has already flown back to Monaco. The moment she was supposed to show up for... she missed it. And now Isabella faces a different mission entirely. She has to find him. Because to him, Isabella Nguyen is everything he remembers. And to her, Oscar Piastri is everything she forgot until now.

@joyca a commencé à vous suivre. « 𝐉'𝐯𝐞𝐮𝐱 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞́𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐮𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐉'𝐚𝐢 𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞́𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐜œ𝐮𝐫 𝐭'𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐭𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐢 𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐲, 𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐚̀ 𝐣'𝐥𝐮𝐢 𝐚𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐝'𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐬'𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐲, 𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐣'𝐚𝐢 𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐞̂𝐭𝐞, 𝐂'𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 » Cette histoire contiendra des posts Instagram, des conversations Instagram, des story et des moments dans la vrai vie. Je tiens à préciser que je n'ai pas attitré de vrai visage au personnage principal. Elle aura juste les cheveux roux, à vous de vous imaginer son visage et le reste si vous le souhaitez. Je tiens également à préciser que le personnage n'a absolument rien avoir avec moi. J'ai juste utilisé mon pseudo pour l'histoire. Et je vous conseille de lire cette fanfic avec le fond blanc, pour que ça rende plus réaliste concernant les posts et conversations Instagram :)

He wasn't mine and I wasn't his but he was so good at making me feel like we belonged to each other. MOTORHEADS PREQUEL CHRISTIAN MADDOX x FEM!OC © 2025

𝐘𝐚𝐳𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐈𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐦 - daughter of the Supreme Commander of Asia, sister to the Ibrahim twins, and a weapon disguised as a diplomat. Raised to follow orders. Sent to spy. Trained to keep her heart locked behind steel. But there are cracks in the armor now - questions she was never supposed to ask, truths she was never meant to know. 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐨 - survivor of too many battles, former soldier of a fallen resistance, and the steady voice beside a commander still learning how to lead. He's lost homes, friends, and hope more times than he can count - but something about her makes him pause. Makes him wonder if there's still something worth saving. They meet on opposite sides of a lie. But when secrets unravel and war threatens to tear everything apart, Yazmina and Kenji find themselves drawn to each other in a way neither of them can explain - or resist. This isn't a love story. This isn't a simple story of enemies to allies. It's a story about finding yourself in the wreckage. About the quiet rebellion of choosing love in a world that teaches you to hate. About surviving - and then, finally, learning how to live. The war isn't over. But maybe, just maybe - something better begins here. Kenji Kishimoto x fem!oc Highest rankings: #2 Kenjikishimoto #1 shatterme

temperance (n.) ❝moderation in action, thought, or feeling❞ ❝strange,❞ the magician mumbled out loud. ❝why would my tarot card be the temperance.❞ she pondered over it and continued her research, waiting for the day that was printed on the back of said, tarot card.

The Wildest Mikaelson... The Happy Homicidal Maniac... The Willy Fox... The Worst of the Worst... All names used to describe the youngest Mikaelson brother. Throughout his long life, Kol fancied himself the black sheep of the family, believing that his siblings considered him more of a nuisance than a brother. When Kol woke up after being daggered a century, he couldn't wait to leave Mystic Falls and his siblings behind. What Kol hadn't expected was to find an annoying young woman living in his older brother's house; even less did he expect said woman to possess a magic so fascinating that he simply couldn't leave until he'd found out what hid behind those innocent blue eyes.