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."

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.

Max Verstappen has everything-money, confidence, and a trail of headlines that never seem to stop following him. Owner of V Square, adored and hated in equal measure, he lives loud. Too loud. And then there's George Russell-calm, composed, a fashion designer whose brand Maison Joré defines quiet luxury. Where Max is chaos, George is order. Where Max flirts, George builds. And somehow, they collide in the middle of it all. "Morning, darling." Max teases, leaning on George's desk. "Don't call me that." They don't make sense. They argue in showrooms and fall asleep on opposite sides of the couch, always meeting again somewhere in between. But when George finds out that Max's past isn't as buried as he thought, the chaos breaks loose. "If you want me to trust you," George says, voice trembling, "then clean it up. All of it." So Max does-chasing ghosts, making amends, trying to prove that change isn't just a word he throws around. Somewhere along the way, his laughter gets softer. His touch steadier. His eyes only on George. When he returns, it isn't with grand gestures or expensive gifts-just quiet honesty. "I'm not perfect," Max admits. "But I'm done running." George exhales, half-smiling. "You're insane." "And you love it." sometimes, the heart doesn't untie. it learns to stay tangled.

A Lando Norris le estaba yendo mal en la universidad, sospechosamente mal. Reprobó un parcial que sabía, perdió entregas que juraba haber subido, todos sus cafés siempre terminaba en el suelo o embarrados en su ropa, su laptop colapsó justo antes de una exposición, se caía o chocaba con las personas. Todo. El. Tiempo. Solo había una conclusión lógica, por supuesto: alguien le estaba haciendo brujería. Con la ayuda de sus amigos y un brujito de Twitter que aparece con una vela y cero presupuesto, Lando se empeña en descubrir si alguien cercano le hizo un hechizo, con una sola pregunta en mente: ¿quién, dentro de su entorno cercano sería capaz de provocar este desastre?

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

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

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.

I don't know if this is actually cannon (probably not) because I can't find it on Tumblr due to it being stupid recently and thegreatrouge deleting it. Anyway, this is my take on how Suave became a royal servant to the vampire family. Prepare for cuteness and sadness. I don't own Vampire Verse, the characters, and all the art! It all belongs to the talented thegreatrouge!

Yeah...... just the maids and vampires

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)

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!

A little chaotic fanfic with my babiessss xoxo Also honarary mention to THEE landoscar pic y'all (the cover) THE HAND PLACEMENT??? HELPPPP

Anton Teh, fresh graduate with poor grades, sexuality confusion and a childhood obsession of karting and formula one, has his life changed forever after blindly signing a Ferrari contract that will make him the "The Falcon of Ferrari", one the biggest racers in modern F1 history. Until his former high school rival, current McLaren heartthrob Leonard Zhang entered the track, making every race a fight with the devil. After a major lash out at the Singapore Grand Prix, the two are forced to repair the feud between their teams , and their past.

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...👀

Pequeña historia que fue inspirada en personajes de otro FF y pilotos de la F1 (puedo recomendarlo a quién quiera)