Charlos Stories

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.

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

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

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!

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

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.

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)

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

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.

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

Kimi, Oliver and Isack deal with their Carlos ship's fallout like any fan would do - by writing fanfic obviously. It was all fun until it got switched with FIA documents.

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

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

A sus veintiocho años, Charles se ha resignado ya a convertirse en un solterón destinado a envejecer cuidando a su madre. Durante una década, ha asistido a todas las fiestas de la aristocracia española, y siempre ha sido el muchacho mediocre, callado, al que nadie saca a bailar más que por compromiso, el que pasa inadvertido para todos. También para Carlos Sainz, hermano del mejor amigo de Charles, guapo, audaz, soltero de oro... y su amor platónico desde siempre. Para Carlos, Charles siempre ha estado ahí, simpático, agradable, pero casi invisible. ¿Cómo es posible que todo cambie de repente? Sin saber bien cómo, el menor de los Sainz descubre a un doncel inteligente, sensible, audaz... y muy atractivo. Durante años se han conocido casi como hermanos, y de repente se dan cuenta de que no saben nada el uno del otro. Pero no todo lo que descubrirán va a resultar tan placentero...

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.