Charles hates Max, it's always been like this and it always will be like this. That's what he thought before he found out everything Max is hiding. [lestappen] - mature content There will be no warning at the beginning of the chapter to avoid spoilers.

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.

Enemies. Teammates. Rivals. Lando Norris hates his rookie teammate, Oscar Piastri. Oscar secretly likes him anyway. It should end there but between late-night arguments, jealous glances, and one stolen kiss, the line between rivalry and love starts to blur. Lando Norris x Oscar Piastri

⚠️ Mature Completed Story 18+ ✓ | This fic is set in 2030 Max Verstappen never expected to spend retirement surrounded by glitter glue, pancake disasters, and a five-year-old who thinks "overtaking" applies to bedtime. But here he is, an eight-time world champion turned grumpy dad haunting the karting tracks of his youth, wearing a hoodie of nostalgia and a frown that says please don't ask for an autograph. He's not here for closure. He's here because his daughter likes speed and because standing on the trackside hurts a little less than staying home alone with his regrets. Charles Leclerc didn't dream of coaching kindergarteners with oversized helmets and sugar highs. But a crash stole his career, and this karting track the fumes, the flags, the occasional crying parent is all he's got left. He smiles like it doesn't ache and teaches like he doesn't miss the rush. It's not the future he imagined, but it's something. They weren't best friends. Rivals? Sure. Occasional podium eye contact? Absolutely. But nothing ever happened, at least, not when it mattered. Now they're thirty-three, washed in nostalgia and worn down by everything unsaid. But when Max's hoodie ends up on Charles, when Lilly calls him her "other dad," when burnt toast becomes breakfast and stolen glances linger too long, maybe it's not about racing anymore. Maybe it's about healing. About family. About bad coffee and slow mornings and one last shot at something they never let themselves want. Maybe love doesn't roar at 200mph. Maybe, this time, it tiptoes in through the kitchen door. ~~~ I grew up on F1 but don't expect realism. Expect mess. Bad decisions. Vibes over plot. I have no idea how this happened. One second, I'm vibing. Next, I'm writing a Max/Charles fic with sad dad energy, karting trauma, and chaotic Carlando lurking in the background like gremlins.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯. 𝘐𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.

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 |

During a golden, sun-drenched Monaco summer the Mclaren team takes a rare break. The villa they stay at is quiet, heavy with heat and the soft stillness of time off. Oscar arrives in the wake of a quiet breakup with Lily, carrying the silence of a man still figuring out what he's lost. He's withdrawn, his mind a haze of bitter thoughts. Lando watches from the edges, heart soft and aching. His crush on Oscar is old and carefully hidden, but now, without the noise of the track or the pressure of the season, something fragile begins to stir. In the space between cicadas and salt-kissed afternoons, conversations grow more honest. Oscar is lonely. Lando is hopeful. And sometimes, hope lingers even when it's sunburnt, peeling and sore, but still alive under the skin.

Charles Leclerc is a young second-year student from Monaco who decided to go on an exchange for the first time in his life. His very first day in a foreign country is a tapestry of new encounters, vivid impressions, and a spectrum of unexpected events, both welcome and unwelcome. How will this young man's Dutch adventure unfold? Will he gain new insights, or could he discover a new love to mend a broken heart?

❝𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭.❞ - 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩: 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳, 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰. 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? ~ 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 @𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐅𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐧 ~

A silent obsession that begins behind a shop window. Two lonely lives crossing paths in a quiet park. Misunderstandings, restrained emotions, and a dog that seems determined to fix everything...