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."

Hello guyssss ! Ca m'avait manqué d'écrire des trucs sans me prendre la tête alors voici un recueil de OS sur le monde de la F1. Il y aura les histoires en français et en anglais !! Hello guyssss !! I missed writing stupid things with no pression, so here is a compilation of F1 One-Shot. The stories will be in English and in French !! I'm not English so sorry if it's not perfect. Bonne lecture / Enjoy your reading

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)

charlos.....

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

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

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!

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!

[ oneshots or more.... ] THIS BOOK CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT. LGBTQ+ F1 ships, bxb. -REQUEST OPEN.

🦁Max Verstappen es el capitán del equipo de fútbol de la prepa. Seguro, popular, bueno en lo que hace. 🛡️Sergio Pérez es su novio. Bonito, nervioso, siempre con la mochila apretada contra el pecho. Llevan meses juntos. Se toman de la mano. Comparten audífonos. Se esperan después de clase. Pero no se han besado.😾 Febrero llega y Max propone algo simple: "Entrenamos. Un beso por día hasta el 14."💋 No presión. No drama. Solo práctica.💞🏳️‍🌈🏁📚

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.

Kingston university: GeorgeWilliamRussell- art major, 20, Alexalbon- art major, 20 LandoNorris- photography, 19 Oscarpiastri- business major, 17 Maxverstappen- engineering, 21 Charlesleclerc- photography, 21 Carlossainz- art major, 22 Lancestroll- business major, 19 Estebanocon- art major, 21 Yukitsunoda- photography, 18 Lewishamilton- engineering , 22 Pierregasly- art major, 20 Kimiantonelli- photography, 19 Olliebearman- business major, 22 Francocolapinto- art major, 20 Isaackhadjar- business major, 20 Gabiborteleto- engineering, 20 Nicohulkenburg- business major, 22 Liamlawson- engineering, 23

Para Oscar Piastri, todo empezó a salir mal, y aunque la mala suerte no lo estuviera persiguiendo a él ni fuera su vida la que se estaba desmoronando. Cuando Lando empezó a reprobar parciales, a lastimarse, a chocar con gente y a ver cómo todo le salía sospechosamente mal, como si el universo lo empujara apenas lo suficiente para arruinarle el día sin que entendiera por qué, Oscar supo exactamente qué estaba pasando. Lo que comenzó como un "endulzamiento" medio en broma, medio desesperado, para que Lando lo mirara como mira a Carlos, se convirtió en algo torcido, pegajoso y demasiado real. Ahora hay un equipo improvisado de detectives siguiéndole la pista, un brujito de Twitter leyendo energías y una pregunta flotando en el aire: ¿quién, dentro de su círculo más cercano, sería capaz de hacerle algo así?

"maybe someone will know my secret but i didn't know that person already know everything "MARY SAID

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