Daniel Ricciardo x y/n

Life with her smelled like fresh lemons with a bit of mint aside. Sour, yet gratifying, since it was the perfect combination. He could taste her love on the tip of his tongue. It savoured like just a baked sweet cinnamon roll with a little bit of chilli hidden inside. She knew how to make everything piquant but then calm the whole situation with her sweetness. Her euphonic giggles that echoed in his ears reminded him of a lullaby. The smell of her perfume was floating down the stairs. It scented like vanilla ice-cream cones under an October sky; benumbing but delicious. Her love made him feel like there was too much going on at once, yet it was so wonderfully simple, putting him at ease. But as much as love tends to be flowers, holding hands and cute dates, it's just one part of it. Sometimes it's about whether we should hold on or let go. There are times when letting go and making sacrifices means love.

11:27 PM. An oddly specific time. Jade Kirke was totally drunk by then. It serves her right for not eating before a night out. Daniel Ricciardo was stone-cold sober as he did have a race to finish the next day. The next morning, Jade was in tow to watch her first F1 race in person from the back of the Renault garage. Who knew that celebrating their friend's achievements would lead to a world less alone? Author's Note: This story follows the 2019 Formula One season, starting in Germany. The rest of the races will not follow the actual race results as, based on the plan for this story, I'll need a bit of artistic licence. While this story uses the names of real people, this is fiction and only takes very small details of those people as character inspiration. I hope you enjoy reading and new chapters will be updated as quickly as possible :)

You decided to binge watch "Drive to Survive", a Netflix docu-series about F1. You got really invested in the storylines and started to watch the different Grand Prix and videos trying to understand how does the F1 works, all the rules, teams, ect. And you also follow some of your favourite drivers. all fanfiction

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Rachel works in a big company as a senior consultant, she's in charge of a new job : 8 month to improve Redbull racing investments. What a big deal, her career gonna be awesome with this new experience. Moreover, Rachel is a huge fan of formula one since she was young due to her father and her grandfather, she's so exited. A hard work and hard life choices too, meetings that turns a life upside down. It's a story that involved Daniel Ricciardo, I'm a huge french fan of formula one. I read a lot of formula one fan fiction, and I want to write one. I'm so sorry if you read some mistakes, I'm not fluent in english but I try to do my best. If you see some mistakes, please tell me and i'll correct them. Hope you enjoy my story, I'm pretty excited to write it.

Caroline is the daughter of an old Red Bull driver and is friends with another. Or is there something more? And can they hold on to it? the cover is made by me.

Academic, artistic, and articulate. Lindsey Dawson was used to being straight As in every sense. That was until she left University and became distinctly AVERAGE. Even worse, when the younger brother who was always in her shadow gets offered a drive with the Red Bull Formula One team, she must get used to being simply 'Jimmy's sister'. Fortunately allies can be found in the most unexpected places... Cover photos: Mark Thompson/Getty Images

A job of a lifetime, Press Officer to Red Bull's new guy: the Australian of Daniel Ricciardo. Follow Saskia and the Infiniti Red Bull Racing team as they travel around the world from race to race. The cars won't be the only ones tested to their limits; as relationships fray, who will be the ones who survive the brutal reality of the Formula 1 season?

Sometimes things come to those who wait? That's always been a saying that intrigued me. I've never liked it when I have to wait or when things go a little slower than planned. You see I live my life in the fast lane... literally.