Max Verstappen is in his second year of formula one, no victory to speak of yet, not even a podium, the paddock is full of smiling faces and the sun is bright yet Max's life lacks sunshine. Max's sunshine hasn't shone in a while, actually, his green eyes rarely light up anymore, but Max wants to be the one to bring him in from the darkness. Charles doesn't know how to cope with his grief, eighteen and away from home in a country that doesn't speak his language pursuing the one thing that he's ever known, so close to his dream yet so far from achieving it and being held back by financial restraints. Will he ever be able to shine again?

Lando Norris has been designing helmets with Fern Fletcher since karting. Flames, lightning bolts, bad emails, worse ideas - she's been making him look like himself since before anyone else was watching. So when Lando wins the championship, there's only one way to ask the girl who designed every version of him to marry him: with a white Sharpie and a championship helmet.

This is a reminder to live your life how you want it.

No one in Formula 1 ever expects two drivers to think the same way. Not when every corner demands instinct, every braking point reveals personality, and every lap tells the truth about who you are behind the wheel. Which is why the first time Oscar Piastri's telemetry matched mine, people laughed it off. Coincidence. Luck. One strange overlap in a sport full of them. The second time, they frowned. The third time, they whispered. By the fourth, no one was laughing anymore. Because our data wasn't just similar. It was identical - curve for curve, corner for corner, choice for choice - as if he had reached into my head and stolen the rhythm of my hands, my instincts, my heart. No one could explain it. And the more it happened, the harder it became to ignore the question sitting like a stone in my chest - Why us?

Oscar is just another engineering student trying to survive university, keep his head down, and get through life one day at a time. Lando is a popular Twitch streamer balancing his online persona with his studies, chaos, and a life that never really slows down. They weren't supposed to collide. But when Oscar starts getting quieter, more tired, and harder to read with each passing week, Lando can't help but notice. Something is wrong, and Oscar is getting very good at pretending it isn't. Between late-night streams, campus chaos, and growing suspicion, Lando starts piecing together that Oscar is hiding something far bigger than he's letting on. Because while they're living normal lives, a Formula 1 driver is quietly taking over the season, and it's starting to feel like everything is connected in ways neither of them understand. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Warning: contains panic attacks, anxiety, and emotional/trauma-related themes

Charles Leclerc goes to meet his newborn niece and immediately slides headfirst into baby fever. Unfortunately for his wife, Aimée, who has been trying to find the right moment to tell him she is already pregnant. Unfortunately for everyone, Arthur Leclerc has known since the sushi incident and is being exactly as unbearable about it as expected.

In which Red Bull driver Max and Uni Student Oscar meet through Lando and everything happens for a reason after that. Or the AU Insta oneshot nobody asked for🤷‍♀️ Racer!Max Verstappen x Student!Oscar Piastri Don't ask me what this lmao but I was bored!

Lando Norris only had to survive one wedding. Instead, he woke up in Vegas... married to Oscar Piastri. His rival. His problem. His husband. What started as tequila-fueled chaos and a stupid bet is now very real-and very public. With no easy way out, they're forced to fake their way through a marriage neither of them wanted. But between the bickering, the tension, and a few too many almost moments... Pretending starts to feel a little too real.

When two souls meet at the right time in a night club

What starts as a harmless challenge quickly turns into something neither of them knows how to handle. Between late nights, stupid arguments, poker games, race weekends, and far too many photographs, the line between pretending and real starts to disappear. Unfortunately for them both, falling in love is a lot easier than admitting it. Or: Two emotionally repressed idiots make terrible decisions and somehow end up in love anyway. Inspired by how to lose a guy in 10 days Basic rpf rules plz