❝He got lost in Paris. He found her instead.❞ When Lando Norris-a famous Formula 1 driver with zero sense of direction-gets stranded in the streets of Paris with a dead phone, the last thing he expects is Chloe Monet: a shy art student who doesn't speak English but still stops to help a lost stranger. What starts as an awkward, adorable misunderstanding turns into exchanged numbers, stolen glances, and a connection neither of them saw coming. With a language barrier between them, a world of fame he doesn't know how to explain, and feelings growing faster than either of them are ready for, Lando soon turns to his best friend Charles for help-because somehow, he's falling for a girl who barely understands his words... but seems to understand his heart.

They were too different to even be considered a good pairing, but somebody somewhere had written their names down in red ink, concealed between yellowing pages, written their names down together - a girl in the past and a boy in the present - and tied them together in a rope that could never be broken. They had to stand together against all odds, an unbreaking duo; two hearts, two worlds beating as one. Just two people, loving like the world will stop. Because it might. "You're safe now." "I know. That's what scares me."

"No. That's not fair. You can't blame me for-" Alex cut him off, laughing humourlessly "Oh, but we can blame me? Let's run that 20k you mentioned and then see who's laughing." He paused. And sighed again. "No. Not when you're like this. Not when you're forcing yourself to bleed out to prove to the world you're unloveable." His eyes softened into a worn expression. "Stop pushing me away Lexi. Let me in. Let me help you." Alexandria flinched. Everything in her eyes broke and suddenly the grief and pain and heartbreak crashed down onto her and wrapped her in a chokehold, squeezing until she couldn't breathe. "I can't." Alexandria was born into a life that didn't want her. To be completely honest, Alex didn't know if she wanted life either. So, of course, she assumed they were even. Apparently life didn't agree.

She opened a café to slow down. He crashed in, trying to disappear. She doesn't recognize him. He likes that. Between coffee and engine fumes, something begins. ranked #1 in many categories (somehow lol) this is all fiction based on f1 apart from my own characters. fia please don't sue me. thank you.

❝he got my heartbeat skipping down sixteenth avenue, got that, oh! i mean, wanna see what's under that attitude❞ ─── 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 season, Olympic skater Adeline Townes doesn't need distractions. Then she meets F1 driver Lando Norris at a sports gala. He's the chaos to her calm, fire to her ice - and just reckless enough to believe in something real. They agreed to keep it quiet. But some stories don't stay secret for long. 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 : 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟑𝟎. 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 : 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝟐𝟕. 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 UNDERGOING EDITS: september 19. 2025

IN WHICH, college student, mollie robert's, gets added to an f1 group-chat. she only has one question though, what the hell is f1?

When Aurelie Leclerc pretends to hate the boy who was always around Or When Pierre Gasly makes it his life's mission to unravel the only girl who's ever told him no.

Where Gracie goes back to her childhood home to find inspiration. Or Where Carlos falls for the girl he hurt the most.

When 2 best friends try too hard to not be lovers or when Lewis Hamilton falls for his best friend but no one can know. "Lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones, and I will try to fix you." "Tears stream down your face, when you lose something you cannot replace."

Lando Norris couldn't accept his cold, new teammate, Oscar Piastri. But when their rivalry shatters the driver's facade, Lando discovers hidden wounds and profound pain. Falling deeply in love, Lando offers Oscar the only unconditional safe harbor. Yet, the power of that love terrifies Lando himself, forcing him to flee from an emotion he can't control. Can he return in time to prove his love is stronger than his fear, before the wounded champion seals himself forever in silence?