Charlos Stories

Charles Leclerc never expected his life to shift because of something so small-a crying baby in a restaurant, a stranger's arms holding him steady, a calm that came too easily. Clover liked him instantly. Carlos Sainz noticed. The way the crying stopped. The way his baby relaxed against Charles' chest. Desperation made him bold, and before Charles could think too hard, Carlos made an offer that felt impossible. "Work for me." Charles hesitated. He told himself it was only a job-better pay, shorter hours, a chance to finally save for his dream. Nothing more. Carlos told himself it was temporary. Just help. Just someone Clover liked. But days turned into routines. Mornings filled with fog and soft laughter. Late nights with tired eyes and shared silences. Clover became the quiet reason they kept circling each other, closer than either planned. "I don't need you," Carlos insisted. "I'm not staying," Charles lied. Yet every glance lingered too long. Every goodbye felt heavier. Somewhere between responsibility and comfort, something neither of them named began to grow. Two lives colliding in the smallest ways. And in the space between a child's laughter and unspoken feelings, Carlos and Charles find themselves falling-slowly, unexpectedly, and far too deeply. "I didn't plan to want you," "But I don't know how to stop."

Carlos Sainz and Charles Leclerc are two competitive racers in the same team. They both know that racing can test their abilities and their relationships, but they are ready to face any challenge. They have both trained hard for the upcoming races, but they have also been spending time together away from the track. They have developed a crush on each other, but will racing help or destroy it? Read ahead to find out...👀

an old story I unpublished, but I fell in love with it so I'm reposting it. English isn't my mother language so please excuse my grammar and poor vocabulary. contains topics that might be hard to read if you have gone through the same experience (mental health problems, grief, suicidal thoughts, survivor's guilt, bloody scenes connecting with self-harm). If this story isn't for you, please take care of yourself and know there's no shame in asking for help ❤️

Charles Leclerc nunca imaginó que pudiera doler tanto solo por ser quien era. Desde que el secreto de su sexualidad fue descubierto, su hogar dejó de ser un lugar seguro para convertirse en un lugar frío y cruel. ¿Acaso merecía ser odiado solo por amar de manera diferente? Pero entre toda esa oscuridad, había alguien que lo mantenía de pie: Carlos Sainz. El chico que le gustaba, pero del que nunca se había acercado a hablarle por miedo al rechazo. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • ➼ Charlos | Carlos Sainz x Charles Leclerc ➼ Romance, Angustia, Tristeza 𖥻 Inspirada en: Eyes Closed de Jisoo & Zayn, October & April de The Rasmus & Annette Olzon, Sweet Fever de Faouzia 𖥻 Historia con capítulos largos y cortos « Fecha de Inicio: 24 de Enero del 2026 » « Fecha de finalización: » Copyright © softievante Historia de ficción con fines de entretenimiento. Se prohíbe copia o adaptación sin permiso. Todos los derechos reservados.

uhh this is mostly landoscar but its just some short driverxdriver f1 stories that i write when im bored :)

Tiktok filled with F1. Starts to watch, gains ship. Feels to write. Done. Slow updates but hope its worth it. Enjoy

the same story but longer and some changes

mostly charlos and carlando oneshots :) just anything that comes to my head really, so enjoy! disclaimer: i am well aware that all these drivers have a private life, girlfriends/wifes and are real humans with feelings. i respect their relationships and nothing i write here is supposed to hurt anyone. i know my stories are not reality. this book is just a way to express my creativity, which is influenced by these drivers, so that's why i write about them.

Max Verstappen isn't a hero. At least, that's what he keeps telling himself. He's just-trying. Too trying. The kind of trying that makes your palms sweat when you lift a grocery box, that makes your chest tighten as the world moves too fast around you. When he steps outside, the streets should've just been another blur, another student hustling, another afternoon slipping by. But then he sees him-someone balancing paper bags with careful hands, oversized hoodie sleeves dragging past his wrists, eyes darting nervously at the crowd. George doesn't mean to stand out. But he does. They collide in the simplest of ways, a spilled bag, a shared glance, a wordless chaos that somehow feels like it could settle into something steady. Max doesn't know why he keeps reaching for the fallen groceries, why he can't look away. George tilts a small smile in his direction, awkward, hesitant, but entirely his own. And for the first time that day, Max pauses-not because he has to, but because he wants to. He shouldn't feel anything. Not this flutter of surprise when George hands him a neatly folded note. Not this quiet curiosity that tugs him toward someone who barely says a word but says everything anyway. "Thank you," the note says one day. And somehow, Max reads it, and it echoes louder than any noise around them. George fidgets with a small board, scribbles something, spins it toward Max. The words are careful, deliberate, tiny moments of trust wrapped in marker ink. Max grins. And George grins back. Between hurried errands, scattered groceries, and moments that teeter on awkwardly sweet, Max begins to see patterns-of care, of thoughtfulness, of someone who notices him just as much as he notices them. And maybe-just maybe-he's learning how to pay attention, how to stay present, how to see someone fully for the first time. Because this time, when George stretches out a hand, Max doesn't hesitate.

A girl with a broken back story meets a boy with a dangerous yet secret identity.

Abandoned story and account. End Genocide and War, I don't care what all a country or territory has done, civilians should never be slaughtered as a reaction. All kinds of stuff, all kinds of fandoms, some oc stuff, we'll see. This is for fun and will update on Wednesdays, which ones? Idk. Expect some smut but those will have warnings. Warnings will be in the beginning notes of each part. Also, only online personas are being shipped here, I don't /really/ ship people, it's just fun to imagine sometimes and insert existing characters and people into stories. Enjoy:) (Cover art /is/ mine)

A bunch of f1 driver × driver oneshots inspired by taylor swift songs!! Requests are open! <3

A king is reborn as Charlos along with his best friend Leviathan.

Cada mes, Checo desaparece del paddock. No dice hacia donde, ni con quién, ni el porqué, se va sin más. Los otros pilotos empezaron a preocuparse por ello, por lo que empezaron a sacar información para llegar al lugar que tanto va el mexicano. Nadie esperaba lo que hacía Checo, y para el karma, ellos también lo empezaron a hacer.

Used to be called, "I Only Love You." I didn't really care for the title :/. It has also been under heavy editing. I'm doing every know ship in Vampverse. Though I am changing one ship. Never less, hope you enjoy!

Something's brewing in the paddock. Charles is acting weird. Carlos is acting suspiciously normal. The group chat is active, the gossip is louder than the engines, and nobody knows what's going on... except maybe Daniel. And he's not keeping quiet. A not-so-serious story about secrets, soft boys, spicy drama, and one emotionally burdened stuffed chili pepper. WARNING THAT THIS FIC IS ABOUT AN ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE BASED ON REAL PEOPLE. ALL THE EVENTS ARE PURELY INVENTED AND NEVER HAPPENED IRL.

On a Blood Moon vampires can become savage.. monsters. Though few can find love or LOVE Vampverse belongs to: Blogtherouge She is also owner of almost all the pictures in this book