Oscar is sixteen, and his world is a wreckage of things left unsaid. After a lifetime of his mother's cold rejection and his father's empty promises, the final blow comes in a London afternoon filled with secrets he was never meant to hear. The betrayal is too loud, so Oscar chooses the only weapon he has left: absolute silence. Then came Brighton. And then came Charles. While Max struggles to learn how to finally be a father, Charles steps in, not just as a partner for Max, but as the architect of Oscar's recovery. Between drafting tables and shared blueprints, Charles and Oscar find a language that doesn't require words. Charles doesn't just design buildings; he designs a safe space where Oscar can finally breathe. But it's Lando who makes him want to scream again, with joy. Lando is seventeen, unfiltered, and refuses to let Oscar fade into the background. Whether he's taking Oscar to the calm beach or pushing him to his limits on Charles's karting track, Lando is the spark Oscar didn't know he was missing. On the asphalt, with the engine roaring and Lando by his side, the silence doesn't feel like a cage anymore. It feels like a head start. In a house built on second chances, Oscar is about to learn that family isn't something you're born into; it's something you build, one blueprint and one lap at a time. Two fathers. Two passions. A love that reconstructs everything.

"Daddy..."

Louis Tomlinson is a thief, and a damn good one at that. Most have heard of him. Most don't understand him. And Harry Styles is the FBI agent who can never seem to catch him. (Cover made by @UniquelyOrdinary)

Lando Norris isn't dying. That's what he keeps telling himself. He's just-tired. Too tired. The kind of tired that makes your hands tremble when you paint, that makes your world fade to white under fluorescent light. When he collapses in the middle of the street, it should've just been another headline: Campus art boy passes out, again. But that day, someone caught him-literally. A photography major with shaking hands and a camera still strapped to his neck. Oscar Piastri didn't mean to care. But he did. They meet again, the sunlight from the tall panes framed him in soft gold-Lando slumped over a desk, heartbeat uneven, breath too shallow. Oscar's voice cuts through the silence. "Sleep well." And somehow, Lando listens. He shouldn't feel anything. Not this warmth blooming in his chest. Not this quiet safety whenever Oscar looks at him like he's not fragile. "Why do you keep helping me?" Lando asks one day, voice cracking between guilt and hope. Oscar shrugs, eyes soft. "Because you keep falling." Then there's George-best friend, chaos incarnate-who would fight the whole hospital if he could. Feeling Max's quiet stare on him, George yanks Lando up to use him as a shield. "What?! You wanna fight, huh?!" His little fists tremble inside his cardigan sleeves. Max doesn't even blink. "Try me," the doctor deadpans, flipping a chart. Between sleepless nights, half-drunk cups of coffee, and the hum of a heart that beats too fast for its own good, Lando begins to draw again. And maybe-just maybe-he's learning how to live again, too. Because this time, when Oscar offers his hand, Lando doesn't pull away. a slow heartbeat turning into melody. a story about falling, again and again, and choosing to stay.

Where Yuki's secretly in love with Pierre, but his feelings complicate things too much for his career, so he resorts to writing fan fiction about him. All while Pierre's in the same situation and reads Yukis fan fiction. Everyone in this book is based off of what is public known about them (some people are made up), and I'm not shipping them in real life but just their personalities. Also, any hate that goes towards any of the characters is purely fictional for the sake of the story. I do use AI to help me write, however it is all original ideas. Includes parts/inserts of a book by @JoaoFelixsWife_ (book name: Mon Amor) Most Impressive Ranking 2025 - 30/8/24

Prince Lando isn't meant to leave the palace walls-but rules have never stopped him before. Enter Oscar, his newly assigned royal bodyguard: disciplined, serious, and entirely committed to keeping the reckless prince alive. As Lando pushes boundaries and sneaks out under Oscar's watchful eye, sparks fly in unexpected ways. From grudging respect to shared secrets, and from silent tension to stolen moments, the lines between duty and desire begin to blur. Can a prince used to freedom and a guard sworn to rules find a balance between loyalty, rebellion, and something neither of them expected-love? Enemies? Sort of. Allies? Sometimes. But maybe... more than that?

The race may be over, but nothing between Lando and Oscar is settled. Under the harsh lights of the McLaren garage, post-race exhaustion gives way to something quieter-something harder to ignore. Lando brushes off a near-podium finish with sarcasm, while Oscar hides his own thoughts behind calm precision. On the surface, it's just another debrief, another night, another result.

(+18) Oscar has always been alone until Cambridge. One party. One unexpected meeting with Daniel. One moment that changes everything, even if he doesn't know it yet. Suddenly, he's surrounded by the kind of friends he never thought he'd have and by Lando, at the center of it all. Sometimes, belonging begins by accident.

"roll up your sleeves Zayn" tw • self harm • abuse • anorexia • depression • suicide attempts • more to come {i restarted this story because my tops sounded like bottoms oop} started : october 29, 2018 finished : june 19, 2020

༄ how long can a spark last, before it burns out? its the year 1984- and g has just started boarding school in america. he makes friends easily enough, but there's one boy who he just can't seem to get along with. once the two of them manage to overcome their differences, their friendship progresses into something george never knew he wanted, something he never thought he would find. something his father would never approve of. as the school year drags on and they're left to try and tackle all of the problems thrown at them, their bond then ends up becoming stronger than ever. but at what cost? ༄