Oscar Piastri was never supposed to matter. Quiet. Precise. Sharp. He moved through the world like a straight line-disciplined, steady, predictable. He didn't chase anyone. He didn't flirt. He didn't smile unless necessary. And yet, he kept finding Lando. A chocolate bar left on a desk. A sticky note in looping handwriting. A soft voice beside Lando's ear. "This is for you. Eat, please." Lando hated it. Hated the way Oscar seemed to anticipate his next move. Hated the hand that appeared just to shield him from bumping into corners. Hated the look in Oscar's eyes-slow, deliberate, almost gentle. One afternoon, under a sunlit tree, Oscar said, "Your star hairclip suits you. You look cute today." No one had ever watched Lando that closely. No one had seen past the showmanship, past the bravado. He pulled away. Snapped. Ran. Heart pounding, throat tight. And Oscar? He stayed. Patient. Quiet. Collecting the pieces of Lando's chaos like it was natural. The strangest thing, when others got too close to Oscar, Lando stiffened. His tone sharpened. "Why him? He doesn't even look at you properly." Oscar's voice was soft, patient. "Lando, why do you care?" "I... I don't. Just forget it," Lando muttered, looking away. He didn't care. But Oscar kept choosing him. In small ways, unnoticed ways, the kind that made Lando's chest tighten. If Oscar was pretending, Lando's heart might not survive. But if he wasn't, then maybe Lando was already falling. Hard. And he wasn't sure he wanted to stop.

"What the hell does ardent mean?" Ardent is the glow of burning desire, Ardent is intense passion, Ardent are the orange sparks over the flame, Ardent is him and I. From "Who the hell does he think himself?" Passing through the "I have to pretend that I like him for the cameras." Till we get to "I fucking despite him but I can't stop needing his touch." And ending with something that is more powerful than words can describe. A story about hate, hope, bonds, love, obsession and passion, following Lando and Oscar's journey to finding themselves. Warning: nsfw 18+ and mature themes.

《 it's a gay story》 --- Charles leclerc A young journalist , worn out by the struggles of his career, is suddenly transferred to a new department-where fate places him face-to-face with world-famous tennis star, Carlos Sainz. What begins as a simple encounter quickly spirals into a chain of events that neither of them could have foreseen. Secrets unravel, truths long buried come to light, and the two find themselves drawn into a story that will carry them to the very edge-until nothing is left hidden. A tale of ambition, tension, and unexpected connection, where one meeting changes everything...

Being a single dad is difficult. Being a Formula 1 driver is also tricky. Charles Leclerc is both of those, and it's hard, especially since his kid seems to hate everyone, including him. Lucas Leclerc is a boy whose mom left. He has two involved uncles, a very cool grandma, and all the people around his dad. But no one seemed capable of taking the little boy out of his own world, where quietness reigned. Natalie Beaufoy was born and raised in Monaco. She happens to stumble upon the little boy at the airport. What happens after becomes part of their story. And what a story.

When i celebrated my 23rd birthday in a club in Monaco, I didn't think that night would change my whole life... but it did. Nothing was like before. Just because of a men named Charles Leclerc A Charles Leclerc Story

⋆˙⟡ 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝟓𝟎𝟓 𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞... or.... 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚 𝟏 𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧. -------------- fem!oc x oscar piastri semi-social media/real life 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐑! 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄

"F1 and racing is my life so I always said I don't want children and a family yet. But maybe the problem wasn't the time, maybe it was the person."

When the drivers meet Charles Leclerc and Pierre Gaslys childhood friend, Carmella Mason and soon realise that she isn't just her looks. Irl/Instagram Smut!! Carlos Sainz x oc Please vote <3 completed

He is one of the best racers in Formula 1. She is a widow from Northamptonshire. Victoria has a lot of emotional baggage brought about by her past. Carlos only moves forward because you gain nothing moving backwards. They have nothing in common. A chance encounter brought them together. Can they both go flat out at love? DISCLAIMER: this is is a work of fiction. While famous names and events have been used, any resemblance to real persons living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are purely a work of fiction.