Oscar Piastri is a masterpiece of ice and silence. To the rest of Hogwarts, he is a ghost in the dungeons, a lethal Slytherin whose mere presence feels like a winter frost. He is a boy built of sharp edges and secrets, conditioned by a father who taught him that feelings are a weakness and touch is a weapon. His sister, Cara, is the only anchor keeping him from drifting into the dark. She is his mirror, his protector, the only one who can see the cracks in his marble skin. But then there is Lando. A Gryffindor made of sunlight, curls, and a terrifyingly pure heart. Lando is everything Oscar was told to despise-and the only thing that makes his heart beat with a rhythm that feels like life. It starts with tutoring sessions that bleed into obsession. It starts with Oscar's cruelty, a desperate attempt to push away the only person who looks at him without fear. But Lando doesn't run. Even when Oscar screams, even when Oscar flinches, Lando stays. One is a sun that refuses to dim. The other is a storm that's forgotten how to be calm. As a dark political war closes in and Oscar's father prepares to purge the "mistakes" from the wizarding world, Oscar is caught in a suffocating trap. He must choose between the blood that defines him and the boy who haunts his every waking thought. Oscar Piastri is untouchable. But for Lando, he's willing to shatter.

Basically Oscar's Spiderman, and him and Lando are in F4. Or Two F4 rookies. Broken in their own ways. Oscar - quiet, with reflexes that whisper of something inhuman, shadows moving differently when he's near. Lando - loud, sharp-tongued, hiding a storm of pain behind every cruel joke. On the track, they race. In the city, Oscar becomes something else entirely - a silent guardian with impossible skills, weaving through night streets like a predator. Racing isn't just a sport for them. It's survival. English isn't my first language, so please be nice. (Will that statement make you read it? 😏) (This description's so bad because I can't be bothered to fix it)

Once inseparable childhood friends, Lando and Oscar drift apart as life and different dreams take them to opposite sides of the world. Years later, fate unexpectedly brings them back together, forcing them to face the unspoken feelings and broken bonds of their past.

⚠️ Mature Completed Story 18+ ✓ Max Verstappen has it all on paper. A four-time World Champion, fame, speed... but inside, he's unraveling. Sleep-deprived, stressed, and terrified of disappointing his father, Max is at his breaking point. His best friend Daniel insists he see a psychologist, so Max secretly books an appointment. Only to run into Charles Leclerc, his childhood karting rival, and Monaco's top sports psychologist. Old memories resurface, walls come down, and boundaries blur. Max has never needed someone like him before, and Charles has never forgotten the boy who once raced by his side. But falling in love with a client isn't supposed to happen... is it? Fast laps, therapy sessions, childhood grudges, and forbidden love collide in this story about healing, trust, and the risk of letting someone in. A short lestappen AU with a blending of psychology, racing, and romance.

(+18) Lando Norris expected a teammate; he didn't expect a mystery. In the high-octane world of Formula 1, Oscar Piastri is a ghost in the machine; calculated, detached, and seemingly untouchable. But the walls around the him begin to crumble when Lando discovers Oscar's best-kept secret: behind the ice-cold exterior lies a man who has never let anyone close enough to touch him. Stunned by Oscar's unexpected innocence, Lando finds himself inexplicably drawn into his orbit. What starts as curiosity quickly turns into an obsession, with Lando finding every possible excuse to be by Oscar's side in the debrief rooms, the private jets, and the quiet corners of the paddock. As Lando pushes through the layers of Oscar's isolation, he realizes that melting the ice of a virgin heart is far more dangerous than any 300km/h corner

Charles Leclerc x Carlos Sainz Jr. 2022 F1 season. We're so sorry for what we've done with our own hands and keyboards.

Oscar and Lando's intertwined lives were shattered by a tragic accident with Oscar behind the wheel. Although Lando survived, he was left with permanent, externally invisible vision loss in one eye. Despite Lando's forgiveness, Oscar couldn't bear to see his own failure reflected in every blink of the man he loved. To escape the crushing weight of his guilt, he turned to the memory-erasure technology and had every trace of Lando scrubbed from his mind. Yet, the mind struggles to forget what the heart already knows, and the deleted memories continue to seep into Oscar's dreams like phantom pains.

What started as one of Lando Norris's dumbest moments spirals into something he never expected - fake rumors, accidental kisses, scheming friends, and far too many sleepless nights in Oscar Piastri's arms. Between chaotic interviews, tense races, and quiet moments under the stars, Lando learns that maybe losing his head around Oscar isn't a problem at all...it's love. A story of spirals, grounding, friendship, and finally saying I do.

Max Verstappen has everything-money, confidence, and a trail of headlines that never seem to stop following him. Owner of V Square, adored and hated in equal measure, he lives loud. Too loud. And then there's George Russell-calm, composed, a fashion designer whose brand Maison Joré defines quiet luxury. Where Max is chaos, George is order. Where Max flirts, George builds. And somehow, they collide in the middle of it all. "Morning, darling." Max teases, leaning on George's desk. "Don't call me that." They don't make sense. They argue in showrooms and fall asleep on opposite sides of the couch, always meeting again somewhere in between. But when George finds out that Max's past isn't as buried as he thought, the chaos breaks loose. "If you want me to trust you," George says, voice trembling, "then clean it up. All of it." So Max does-chasing ghosts, making amends, trying to prove that change isn't just a word he throws around. Somewhere along the way, his laughter gets softer. His touch steadier. His eyes only on George. When he returns, it isn't with grand gestures or expensive gifts-just quiet honesty. "I'm not perfect," Max admits. "But I'm done running." George exhales, half-smiling. "You're insane." "And you love it." sometimes, the heart doesn't untie. it learns to stay tangled.