One night. That's all it was supposed to be. But Lando is not okay - and Oscar sees too much. Now they're tangled in something. Something unexpected. Or short: another landoscar story

𝐀 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐖? ❝ It was too much, and still not enough. And underneath it all, I could feel the edge of something. Like we were tipping just slightly off-balance, chasing each other into something we couldn't quite control. ❞ ╰*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧╮ | oscar piastri x lando norris | | there's some lestappen too | | follows the 2024 f1 season | | CW: themes of mental health |

𝚰𝐒 𝚰𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐖? ❝ I don't have the right to cry... ❞ ❝ Of course you do. ❞ ❝ ...After what I did to you? ❞ ╰*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧╮ | oscar piastri x lando norris | | storm chaser x the storm | | hurt/comfort but they're both the ones doing the hurting | | follows the 2023 f1 season |

Jeremy Volkov × Landon King "Dont even think about it volkov" "oh moy psikh when im near you i cant think" Two enemies searching for revenge, but when one gets taken what does the other do..? LEGACY OF GODS FANFICTION

Landon: "You're a mistake I won't make twice." Jeremy: "Maybe. But we both know, I'm the sin you'll never stop craving, Моя Отрава." Landon King knew better than to love Jeremy Volkov. A devil with ice in his veins, Jeremy lured him in, only to shatter him. Now, Landon's heart is gone, crushed in Jeremy's grasp. But broken things don't stay broken forever- And this time, the devil may bleed. This is a saga of love turned ruin, vengeance born from heartbreak, and two souls caught in a dark, dangerous dance.

a slow-burn, emotional story about Brandon King-a quiet, autistic artist haunted by past trauma and unable to draw the faces, especially the eyes, of those around him. That is, until he meets the Heathens: five powerful, intimidating young men who unexpectedly become his protectors, his comfort, and eventually, his home. As Brandon begins to heal in their presence, the faces on his sketchpad begin to change... and for the first time, the eyes he draws are full of life, love, and belonging. All characters except my originals belong to Rina Kent. Everything is written by ChatGBT with my Ideas. English is not my first language.

Two childhood friends. One turned golden boy loved by all, shining on the court and in the classroom. The other became a shadow dangerous, sharp-edged, and unapologetically cruel. Years later, college brings them back into each other's orbit. But nothing is the same. Not the stolen glances, not the late-night silences, and definitely not the way one of them now feels like the beginning of a war. What begins as a slow unraveling soon spirals into something darker. Secrets claw their way to the surface. Loyalty turns to obsession. Love becomes a game of power, punishment, and possession. This isn't a story of soft touches or sweet confessions. It's about chasing the villain, even when you know he'll ruin you. Especially when you want him to. Some stories aren't written to be safe. Some are written to hurt and still, you beg for more.

Banter. Chaos. Fluff. Sappy. Unhinged. Oneshots of Brandon King x Nikolai Sokolov As well as the Chaos goblins of the LOG series. Disclaimer: No Smut, Use of Mature Language. [All characters legally belong to Rina Kent. But the oneshot ideas are mine. Don't plagiarise.] Enjoy the fan fiction!

They handed her to me in a silk dress and diamond collar. The spoiled Sokolov princess. The executioner's daughter. My wife. Kira Sokolov dances in chaos like it's a language she invented- spinning through Paris in stilettos, kissing danger with blood-red lips, dragging her demons behind her like a designer coat. She was meant to be my obligation. A Bratva arrangement sealed in blood and silence. I never wanted a wife. Especially not one with wild eyes, bipolar swings, and a mouth that lives to drive me insane. But now she's mine. My problem. My obsession. And when she falls apart in my arms- with whispers to ghosts and bruised apologies- I'll burn kingdoms to keep her breathing. Because no one touches what belongs to Ivan Smirnov. Not the bratva. Not her past. Not even her own madness. She was born royalty. But she'll die as something else. Mine.

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 #𝟏 "HE SET FIRE TO THE WORLD AROUND ME,BUT HE NEVER LET ANY FLAME TOUCH ME " He was wildfire, and I was an icy core, Love was a foreign concept Until he came,Vaughn Morozov The future Pakhan of the Russian Bratva, Driven, relentless, seeking me as his belief. He thinks I'll submit to his commanding gaze, But he underestimates my defiant ways. I'm the storm, the force that can't be tamed, In this world of power, my strength proclaimed. And the beauty of it all, in this perilous line, I guard his back, and he guards mine. Graphics and Cover: @moonlitcloudx