F1 Fanfic Stories (BY ME)
5 stories
"Friends" || Bearnelli (Kimi x Oliver) by crazetardedhead
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Beating Hearts || Rustappen (George x Max) by crazetardedhead
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~ COMING SOON ~ _______________ _ _ _ _ A house party. One mansion. The entire F1 grid. Food everywhere, drinks flowing, pranks escalating, laughter echoing through Lewis Hamilton's very expensive walls. And then there's RUSTAPPEN - bickering like it's a competitive sport, pushing buttons like it's race day. So when Truth or Dare turns dangerous, and George Russell picks dare, the universe laughs and hands him the worst (best) option possible: 15 minutes in heaven. In a closet. With Max Verstappen. Of all people. George doesn't back down. Max never shuts up. Closets are small. Tempers are shorter. And apparently, rules get... flexible when you're locked in with your rival. Because really - what's a little fighting, touching, and stolen kisses between enemies in a closet, right? 😉
F1 ONESHOTS || 18+  [Driver(s) X Driver(s)] by crazetardedhead
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Contains only Driver x Driver stories Open to accepting ideas and requests... This book contains - fluff, angst and sprinkles of smut (because I suck at writing them...) Warning - Slow updates and may not have the best English, but please kindly cooperate with this little fellow. (The 1st chapter of Landoscar has the meaning behind those emojis in the chapter names) ENJOY!!
Wanna Be Yours || Landoscar (Lando x Oscar) by crazetardedhead
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***COMING SOON*** [BOOK 2] On a perfectly ordinary afternoon---sun too bright, paddock too loud---Carlos Sainz decides he's had enough. Enough of Lando Norris mooning over Oscar Piastri like a lovesick puppy. Enough of Oscar pretending he doesn't feel the same. Enough of two idiots circling each other like it's a slow formation lap. So Carlos pranks. He corners Oscar with the confidence of a man who has plans and convinces him---far too easily---to text Lando something simple and devastating: 'Hey. I like you. Want to go on a date?' What follows is chaos. Lando short-circuits. Oscar panics. Carlos watches from afar, grinning like a proud menace. When they finally collide, it's all nervous smiles and stolen glances-two idiots realizing too late that the feeling has always been mutual. But confession doesn't kill fear. And suddenly the question isn't how they fell together--- ---but whether they're brave enough to stay. 💛🏁 🫵🏻ـــــــــــــــﮩ٨ـ❤️️ "Please tell me you didn't fake-confess to me," Lando says, equal parts wounded and feral. Oscar exhales. "I didn't fake it---I just didn't know I'd be ambushed by a Spanish Cupid." A beat. Then Lando mutters, "Cool. So we're mad at Carlos... and still flirting?" "I suppose" ~🧡x🧡~ *Get ready for a thrilling, exciting and gripping yearning between our two favourite boys...*
Collide || Lestappen (Charles x Max) by crazetardedhead
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[BOOK 1] 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 washroom where neither of them plans to stop the other. Because some rivalries don't fade. You live long enough to be friends with it, Or you live long enough to witness that rivalry reignite and 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 ❤️~ (Slow updates and not a long ah story, guysss 😭☝️)