࣪𖤐.ᐟ Frankie's felt lost for a while now. Recovering from a toxic ex but still stuck in a revolving door, she learns to cope in unhealthy ways. Ways that often end up in her name plastered across every news article online. So, after her reputation takes a huge hit, a pr relationship with formula one's most cocky playboy seems like the only way to save it. Unable to stand him, Frankie wonders if there will ever be an escape from the puppet strings attached to her. But what happens when Lando Norris turns out to be the only one capable of making her heart beat again? Lando has grown up with one dream, and one dream only: to become a Formula One world champion. It's been 6 long seasons at McLaren, and he still hasn't managed to achieve it. With headlines swirling and his talent being questioned, people are beginning to wonder whether Lando Norris truly is made for this sport. The so-called 'prodigy' seems to crack under pressure, and his loneliness? That never seemed to go away, not until she was forced to stick by him.

At Silverstone, Formula 1 driver Lando Norris crosses paths with rising singer Lily Rose. He's instantly drawn to her, but after a painful breakup, she's not ready to let anyone in. Still, Lando's never been one to give up - on the track or in love.

❝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+)

A Tangled-esque retelling incorporating a female OC x Cregan Stark. Oc is NOT a self-insert. At 2 , Aelora Velaryon was beloved by all. Including those outside of her own family. The heir to be, a beautiful Velaryon with long, flowing golden hair, she was the light of the court, Rhaenyra's little flower. She had to be, given that Rhaenyra nearly died while pregnant. It was that which made her a prime target for the plot for a rise in rank. A rash, silly thing. A dare more than anything. And yet, Aelora Velaryon finds herself stolen from her cradle on horseback going North with no one but a strange man to provide comfort. Aelora knows nothing of the life she is supposed to have lived. She knows only of her father keeping her safe in her tower and those lights. The lights she has begged to see every nameday since she could remember. Yet her father has kept her in that tower through fear of the unknown, forcing Aelora to see them only from afar. Until one day, that changes. When a lordling from a Northern house is chased into her tower by a group of wildings. Suddenly, that dream doesn't seem so far away. Perhaps Aelora will get everything she ever wanted after all.

Glamorous, confident, and with a debut album to die for, Savannah Coleman is the music industry's latest it girl. She's got it all - witty one liners, relatable lyrics, sold out shows and a body built for sinning. But behind the curtain of sass, mystery, and bad girl energy, she uses her songs to still her demons, still haunted by the toxic contents of her last relationship and the explosive way it ended. When the power of the internet gets Savannah invited to a Grand Prix, she expects the drivers she meets to be polite, friendly, slightly aloof. What she doesn't anticipate is Lando Norris. He sees right through that carefully crafted facade, preferring the woman underneath - and he'll stop at nothing to break her out of her second skin. But there are some scars that just refuse to heal easily.

ART IS FROM ILDRAWS ON INSTAGRAM Born into the storm of courtly whispers and dragonfire, Princess Aelora Targaryen never chose the life that was laid before her. As the second daughter of King Viserys I, and twin to the son who had been wanted for decades, she was raised beneath the shadow of her sister Rhaenyra's claim and her brother who did not live longer than a day, torn between the warmth of Alicent Hightower's affection and the bitter chill of palace politics. But fate carved a different path for her. Sent north in an arranged marriage to Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell, Aelora was exiled from the only home she'd ever known. What began as duty became something more-a quiet, enduring love. -- I've decided that even though this fic is an OC x Cregan pairing, and the Targaryens are canonically white, I want to be more mindful of my readers, many of whom are women of color. From now on, Aelora's skin tone will not be described in a way that restricts her to a specific race. I'll also be editing past chapters to reflect this change. This way, readers can envision her in a way that feels more inclusive and representative of a variety of identities. You guys are also encouraged to point out paragraphs and chapters where it's obvious that she's being described as white, so I can modify it and make it more inclusive. I've seen multiple discussions on Tumblr about how the fanfic community often lacks inclusivity for women of color. Even in fics where the OC is supposed to be the legitimate daughter of Rhaenyra and Laenor, they're often still described as white. I want to do better, and even though my fic is an OC, I want all of you to feel seen and represented

Lady Rhea Royce did not take pride in her transgression, but after nine moons, seeing that little brown-haired girl-still stained with blood on her chest-made the love in her heart overflow so much that she wished to give her little Alia the world. FemaleMC x Cregan Stark Hello everyone, how are you? I'd like to let you all know that, first, English is not my first language. I'm translating the chapters of my fanfic, which is originally written in Portuguese, so grammatical and agreement errors may occur. If that happens, please feel free to let me know in the comments. This story takes place in the House of the Dragon universe, a little before the civil war known as the "Dance of the Dragons," with the focus set in Winterfell. There will be no dragons actively participating in the story, and neither Aegon nor Rhaenyra will be featured here. So with that in mind, I welcome you to my humble story.

The world as we know it ended 209 years ago. From a desert wasteland springs a single kingdom, ruled by a tyrannical King and trapped in an endless war against the shadowy desert warriors. As a desperate bid to save what remains of humanity, society has been split into two distinct classes, nicknamed the Court and the Commons. For an oppressed population on the brink of revolution, a common thief could be the last hope. Up until now, Kay has survived by her wits alone. Reckless and impulsive, wanted by the King's guard, Kay has become known as the Runner. Using the city's rooftops as her personal domain, she manages to keep one step ahead of the King with one hand buried in the purses of the courtiers. Driven by the plight of the commoners and the unjust death of her family, Kay seizes the chance to graduate from small-time thievery to full-scale rebellion. Her opportunity comes in the form of Will, a wealthy ex-soldier with a dark past. Plucked from the streets and thrown into the shimmering palace court, Kay must use her every strength to blend into a world where she doesn't belong, closer to the enemy than she ever thought she would be.

*Completed* "Fake it till you make it?" A messy relationship with a heartbroken singer in the midst of a world tour sounds like the last thing Lando Norris needs or wants. But when the two of them are forced together she's nothing like he expected and maybe they're both exactly what the other needs.