F1 Fanfic Stories (BY ME)
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Wanna Be Yours || Landoscar by crazetardedhead
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***COMING SOON*** Oscar Piastri has had a hopeless crush on Lando Norris for years --- since junior formulas, since admiration turned into something dangerously real. Three seasons as teammates only make it worse, and the only person who knows the full extent of Oscar's feelings is his best friend, Logan Sargeant. So when a winter break meetup turns into a chaotic game of truth and dare, Logan finally pulls the trigger --- daring Oscar to seven minutes in heaven with the one person he's spent years trying not to want. Locked in a closet with a very drunk, very enthusiastic Lando, Oscar is forced to confront everything he's been avoiding. Because some crushes don't fade with time --- and seven minutes might be all it takes to change everything. *Get ready for a thrilling, exciting and gripping yearning between our two favourite boys...*
TWO Of Us || Lestappen by crazetardedhead
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*COMING SOON* Charles Leclerc has lived his whole life one step behind Max Verstappen. From karting tracks to Formula One, Max always had what Charles wanted --- titles, records, the perfect life. And now, Max has taken the one thing Charles thought was finally his. It was, His 1st WDC. Max's 5th WDC. Ferrari failed him. He failed himself. And the jealousy he's buried for years finally spills over on a drunk night meant to celebrate Max's fifth WDC. Old rivalry turns sharp. Words turn reckless. The line between hatred and desire snaps in a club bathroom where neither of them plans to stop the other. Because some rivalries don't fade. They just find darker places to burn. ━╬٨ـﮩﮩ❤٨ـﮩﮩـ╬━ Charles leans in, crowding his space, jaw tight. "You don't get to stand there and look perfect tonight," he growls. "Not after everything you took from me." Max's smirk falters just a bit. "Careful, Charles," he murmurs. "You're sounding like you know exactly what you want." Charles's hand presses harder, voice dropping, dangerous. "Yeah," he says softly. "And you're not stopping me... so don't pretend you don't want me to keep going." ~🖤 x ❤️~