Oscar Piastri, a reserved and determined McLaren F1 driver, has always thrived in the high-stakes world of racing. But when he stumbles into Ivy's quaint flower shop seeking a brief escape from the intensity of the track, he's met with a whirlwind of color, warmth, and a personality that contrasts everything he's ever known. Ivy, a lively and bright-hearted florist, spends her days creating beauty in a world that moves at a slower, more deliberate pace. Her world of flowers and calm is shaken when Oscar begins visiting regularly, drawn to the peace her shop offers. Though their worlds couldn't be more different-his dominated by speed and precision, hers by patience and nature-they can't deny the undeniable pull between them. As their unlikely friendship blooms into something deeper, Oscar and Ivy discover that love isn't about speed, but about taking the time to nurture each other. In a journey full of race weekends, flowers, and moments of unexpected tenderness, they learn that sometimes, the most beautiful things grow in the most unexpected places.

❝They hate each other.❞ ❝No, they don't. Not really.❞ Aurora Prince is no stranger to the relentless world of Formula 1, but 2025 marks her first season behind the wheel for Porsche-a chance she's fought tooth and nail to earn. On the surface, Aurora is the perfect image of determination, but behind closed doors, she's still mourning Ezra McAllister, her boyfriend who's been left braindead after a horrific F2 crash. The world believes he's gone, but Aurora carries the weight of his memory, a fire in her heart that fuels every lap she takes. Enter Charles Leclerc: Ferrari's golden boy, haunted by his own failures and fueled by the fear of falling short yet again. Their rivalry is instant, a clash of wills that lights up the track and sets the media ablaze. Aurora's sharp edges meet Charles's unyielding pride, and neither is willing to back down. But beneath the tension, there's an unspoken understanding-two souls fighting battles no one else can see. As Aurora's grief threatens to consume her and Charles's pressure mounts to unbearable heights, they find an unlikely anchor in one another. Aurora's unwavering determination shows Charles the courage to face his own demons, while Charles reminds her that even in the deepest darkness, there's still a flicker of light. They don't see it at first-the way their broken pieces fit together-but love has a way of sneaking in, even when it feels impossible. They'll come to know each other fully, completely, and fiercely: Heart and soul, skin and bones.

━━ ❝ he laughs at all my jokes, and he says i'm so american ❞ IN WHICH a famous singer's celebrity crush gets exposed on instagram live , OR when an f1 drivers long time celebrity crush mentions him, and freaks out .

❝Tell me you don't want this. Don't want me,❞ he murmurs, voice low, steady despite the way his chest is rising. ❝And we'll stop.❞ My arms slip around his shoulders and he looks down at me with so much intensity that my own voice is barely there when I finally say it. Honest, for what feels like the first time in my life. ❝I want this,❞ I whisper, against his mouth and it's delicate like a prayer. ❝I want you.❞ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. In which two ex-childhood best friends are unexpectedly thrust into a high profile fake relationship. What happens when the line between fake and real begins to blur? ━ Lando Norris x Fem!OC (fake dating/slowburn/friends to lovers) ━ TW: mature scenes (18+)

Everyone in the paddock knew who she was. Myla Verstappen. Max's little sister. Off-limits by definition. She was sunlight in a world made of shadows and speed - all quick smiles, sharp sarcasm, and eyes that never looked away first. She didn't belong to the noise of engines and rivalries, yet she walked through it as if she owned the place. And then there was him. Charles Leclerc had built his entire life on control. Precision. Discipline. Lines that were never meant to be crossed. Until she stood in front of him with a teasing smile and a last name that sounded like a warning. She was forbidden. He knew it from the start. Yet every glance lasted a second too long. Every laugh pulled him a little closer. Every moment with her felt like standing too close to fire - warm, dangerous, impossible to resist. Loving her wouldn't just break rules. It would break everything.

They grew up together. Fell in love like it was inevitable. And lost each other in a way neither of them saw coming... Now, years later, they're back in the same place...same city, same memories, same everything. Except this time, they're strangers. And some memories...never really leave, no matter how hard you try to forget them. ❝𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰. 𝘍𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦.❞ - childhood best friends to lovers, to strangers -

We all know what it is to be alive, breath in and out as your heart beats. But what is it to live? What is it to have no regrets when you stop being alive? This is an AU where Max is a baker and Charles is a florist and . . . yeah, I'm really bad with descriptions

Oscar Piastri was never supposed to matter. Quiet. Precise. Sharp. He moved through the world like a straight line-disciplined, steady, predictable. He didn't chase anyone. He didn't flirt. He didn't smile unless necessary. And yet, he kept finding Lando. A chocolate bar left on a desk. A sticky note in looping handwriting. A soft voice beside Lando's ear. "This is for you. Eat, please." Lando hated it. Hated the way Oscar seemed to anticipate his next move. Hated the hand that appeared just to shield him from bumping into corners. Hated the look in Oscar's eyes-slow, deliberate, almost gentle. One afternoon, under a sunlit tree, Oscar said, "Your star hairclip suits you. You look cute today." No one had ever watched Lando that closely. No one had seen past the showmanship, past the bravado. He pulled away. Snapped. Ran. Heart pounding, throat tight. And Oscar? He stayed. Patient. Quiet. Collecting the pieces of Lando's chaos like it was natural. The strangest thing, when others got too close to Oscar, Lando stiffened. His tone sharpened. "Why him? He doesn't even look at you properly." Oscar's voice was soft, patient. "Lando, why do you care?" "I... I don't. Just forget it," Lando muttered, looking away. He didn't care. But Oscar kept choosing him. In small ways, unnoticed ways, the kind that made Lando's chest tighten. If Oscar was pretending, Lando's heart might not survive. But if he wasn't, then maybe Lando was already falling. Hard. And he wasn't sure he wanted to stop.

❝𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨.❞ - 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩: 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘹 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘵... 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴.

❝𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨? 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞?❞ - 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩: 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 5 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘹 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮.