The ocean holds memory. It carries the weight of love, life and death. It remembered those who fought to protect their loved one. It remembered those who loved in their waters. And it remembered those who died fighting. However, when the water was still, no one seemed to listen. Except for one. Ka'ireya. Eldest daughter to Tonowari and Ronal, leaders of the Metkayina clan. Eldest sister and protector to Aonung and Tsireya. Ka'ireya was called upon Eywa as her greatest warrior, her prized fighter-the Great Mother's chosen one. That title in itself held weight and expectation. Ka'ireya was every bit the woman Eywa envisioned when she blessed her with the ancient power of the ocean. And when the Sully family arrived, she welcomed them with open arms. For she saw them as family, not the enemy. And when Ka'ireya's trust is earned, no one could go against her word. For the ocean spoke through her. Eywa spoke through her. Before their eyes met, Eywa had already deemed them mates. The chosen two to fight and save their people and family from the Sky People. Ka'ireya and Neteyam. Water and forest coming together to love, to live and to fight. A change was coming-and it started with them.

𝗶'𝗺 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗱𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂

She loves his sports car.

⠀ Olivia St. Clare knew perfectly well that, to be successful in Formula 1, she had to pursue her career without any kind of distraction-but she never imagined that Oscar Piastri and Lando Norris would be so impossible to resist. And they, apparently not satisfied with fighting for the championship, also started competing for the same girl: one who was not going to be won over easily. ⠀❪ lando norris x olivia st. clare x oscar piastri ❫ ⠀❪ © -silverspringss | 08/01/2026 ❫

❝ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴏᴘᴇʟᴇꜱꜱʟʏ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ❞ in which a formula one driver falls for the single mother.

❛ You're my best friend ❜ ( lando norris x fem!oc ) ( started: 03 / 06 / 25 ) ( completed: 04 / 02 / 26) #2 in carlossainz on september 26th 2025 you're in love, lando norris © soupsvault, 2025

❝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.

He races for Red Bull. She designs his wings. Falling for each other wasn't on the grid. She's the aerodynamicist every team wants, and he's the driver no one can catch. Love doesn't follow regulations, and neither does Max Verstappen. Quick author note; Hey, so first time writing a fic, no idea what I'm doing. But I promise it gets better in the later chaps, haha! Feel free to write any sort of criticism or advice to make my writing better :) This is slow-burn with fluff and no smut. I'd also appreciate ideas for new fanfics.

"She's our Hail Mary." George Russell looked like he'd just been slapped. He stood stiff across the motorhome table-arms crossed, jaw clenched, shoulders squared like he was bracing for impact. "No," he said flatly. "She's not. She drives NASCAR, for Christ's sake." Toto Wolff didn't flinch. His voice stayed cool, controlled. "We need her." George let out a sharp laugh-disbelief with an edge of frustration. "Do you even understand how aggressive NASCAR drivers are?" Toto nodded once. "I do." A beat. "Very." Indy Hayas the legacy of her father Sonny Hayas continues only this time its writen by her

he was danger, speed, and temptation wrapped into one. she was the one girl he absolutely shouldn't touch. but the pull between them wasn't gentle - it was 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤.