F1fanfiction Stories

This story follows Charles' and Max's friendship after years of rivalry. When Charles suffers an injury on his head, is it finally the time for the two of them to reconnect? Are ghosts of the past still haunting them? DISCLAIMER: This is a made-up story. I love and respect all drivers on the grid. TW: Violence

He's calm where others are loud, precise where chaos thrives - but when it comes to you, Oscar Piastri loses every bit of his composure. A collection of short, self-contained moments from on-track to off-duty. Each mini-chapter dives into a new side of the quiet McLaren driver everyone thinks they know. 📍 Mini-chapters • no timeline • sweet, soft, and a little chaotic

If you ran into Oliver Bearman on the street, would you recognize him? Well, Lucy wouldn't. Because of a condition called "prosopagnosia," Lucy Collins, an Oxford student, can't visualize or recognize faces. But she's seen him before. She knows it, but she has no idea where. All she knows is that as soon as she runs into him, she knows it's him. On the other hand, Ollie has run into a strange girl several times; he doesn't know who she is, but the way she looks at him makes him think they should know each other. Except he can't figure out if it's a coincidence or if he's just forgotten.

❛ say i couldn't want you less, but i just want you more ❜ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 . . . ˚˖𓍢ִ🏎️. ╰┈➤ 𝗮𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗿 gets asked to make a song for the f1 movie not expecting to connect with a certain driver. OR ╰┈➤ 𝗼𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿 𝗽𝗶𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶 never expected to end up falling deeply in love with the world's pop princess. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ oscar piastri 𝘅 fem!oc ❪ ongoing. . . ❫ ⋆˚࿔ stand alone social media & real life au ⟢ @ -kingofeverythingg, 2026

Lando knows what he should do. He should stop checking his phone at three in the morning, waiting for Oscar to text. He should stop trying to figure out where Oscar's been or who he's been with. He should definitely stop analyzing every touch like it means something it probably doesn't. The hand on his knee, the way Oscar leans in close, those casual "I love you"s that Lando replays until they fall apart into meaninglessness. Most of all, he should stop this thing where he's convinced that almost is enough. But Oscar makes it difficult. Not on purpose. That's almost worse, actually. Instead, Oscar just exists the way he does quiet, comfortable and careless with how much of himself he gives away, and Lando just keeps showing up, keeps believing things he knows aren't true. And the thing is, Oscar never promised him anything. Not once. Lando built all of this himself, constructed the entire narrative from fragments and proximity and Oscar's ability to make him feel like he was the only person that mattered in any given moment. So when Oscar texts him at three in the morning, Lando answers. When Oscar shows up at his door with that tired look and asks if he can stay, Lando lets him in. When Oscar says those things, quiet, half-asleep, drunk enough to be honest, Lando listens, and he believes them for the few hours before reality sets in. Because maybe Oscar's giving him pretty big lies, and maybe Lando knows they're lies, but they're the only thing he's got. And that's enough, somehow. It has to be enough.

Being around Charles Leclerc should come with a warning label: Heart hazard. Emotional whiplash. Excessive charm. Occasional Ferrari-level chaos. These are the moments you didn't see on TV - the teasing, the tension, the almost-kisses, the arguments, and every version of what if? that happens between you and him. Each chapter is a standalone snapshot. A different universe. A different way of knowing him - or not knowing him at all. But always the same Charles. Always the same electricity. Romantic. Chaotic. Tender. More than Monaco.

We're just broken kids searching for redemption, trying to prove the world wrong. Will you hold my hand while I fix myself? * * When she refused the national team's orders Beatrice watched her lifelong Olympic dreams slip right through her hands. Now she's found herself in an unlikely position in order to achieve her goal: competing under the Monegasque flag. It can be done, so long as she can rely on a disgraced coach, her hard work and the hours of commuting to and from Monte Carlo. And if she can pick up a house sitting side job from her boss all the better, no? That's what she thought, until she bumped into her "neighbour" and renown player among the F1 world. Beatrice knows better than to give into his charm... but when feelings are involved things might just start to go off track. Content warning: lots of swearing, spice is present but the writing is mainly plot based if you're looking for only *smut* this is not going to cut if for you, cheating and susbstance use are mentioned as well as struggles with mental health. Constructive criticism is always appreciated as well as any thoughts on where you think the plot is going-

Finally found a girl that you couldn't impress. Lando x oc social media x real life

Jess Wilson and Daniel Ricciardo have a lot of unresolved history they're trying to resolve. Both of them are desperate for a family but previous trauma stops them from being the old Jess and Dan, young and madly in love.

She was born to race. The rest, she had to learn on the way. At just nineteen, Jane Smith becomes the youngest driver ever to join the Formula 1 grid - and she's doing it in the iconic colours of Red Bull Racing. Fiercely talented, determined, and unafraid to stand her ground, Jane steps into a world dominated by pressure, speed, and constant media attention. But the paddock is more than just engines and rivalries. It's where friendships are forged, alliances are tested, and unexpected feelings start to blur the lines between ambition and emotion. Told from Jane's perspective, this is the story of a rookie's rise through the most elite motorsport in the world - and the personal journey she must face when professional dreams clash with the complexities of the heart. #1 🥇: formulaonefanfic - 19.5.25

You didn't know how you were supposed to react to the sight before you, to the waterlogged Daniel standing in your doorway. Judging by the way his clothes were soaked clean through and his curls were plastered to his head in a wet mess, he'd been caught in the torrential downpour still raging outside. "Um, hi?" Daniel offered you a sheepish smile and a little wave. He had the decency to look a little embarrassed.

Fresh out of university, the time has finally come for Isabella to work alongside her father, the Team Principle and CEO of McLaren. As excited as Isabella is to travel the globe doing what she loves, she was given one clear instruction from her father, no scandals with his drivers. Shouldn't be hard, right? Oscar has a girlfriend and one thing is for sure, Isabella wouldn't dream of being another girl on Lando Norris' tally.

One shots of Formula One drivers :) Writing them whenever I get an idea or whenever I get inspired by someone's request.

"Each time we face our fear, we gain strength, courage, and confidence in the doing." Penelope Blake didn't realise the consequences of starting a F1 gossip blog. Who knew that writing trashy posts about your favourite sport could land you in such hot water? Definitely not Penny. When her posts start to gain the attention of the big players in the F1 world Penny has to make a choice, follow the money or follow her heart? The answer to that should be clear, shouldn't it?

Y/N, was the famous masked driver, the newest driver to F1. No one ever saw her face, or knew she was a girl until her helmet is removed at the first drivers talk in Melbourne, where everyone falls in love with this insanely attractive new girl. She is unbeatable. When she falls in love with one of the drivers, the rest are intensely jealous. Can she continue to win? And not just the hearts of every person in the world? Hi, this is my first story I've ever written, I'm not the best writer, but I had this idea, and wanted to put it out in the world, so other people can read and hopefully enjoy. It will be a short story I think, a quick read, but hopefully still good xx

The relationship between you and Lando Norris is a nonstop explosion of yelling, sarcasm, and fiery exchanges that electrify the entire paddock. On track, your battles are brutal and relentless, with radios crackling as you trade bleeped-out insults and heavy breathing. Lando calling you "a pain in the ass with a steering wheel," you firing back with "privileged little toe rag with a twitchy throttle foot." Every overtake feels personal, every maneuver a challenge not just for position but for pride. Off track, the tension only escalates. Press conferences turn into battlegrounds of sharp wit and cutting sarcasm, where neither of you holds back. You volley with snarky one-liners; he counters with smug, biting remarks. The paddock knows to keep you apart, separate the green rooms, split the garage, because when you're in the same room, the verbal sparring turns into shouting matches that leave everyone watching with popcorn in hand. Your exchanges are legendary: middle fingers become iconic symbols of your war, and your engineers struggle to keep a straight face as you scream over the radio about each other's "blindfolded goat" driving or "clueless antics." The sarcasm is relentless, the insults creative and relentless, but beneath the noise, there's an undeniable electric charge, a dangerous mix of rivalry and something much more intense that neither of you dare admit. This isn't just a fight for the championship. It's a war of words, wills, and wild emotions that burns hotter with every lap and every confrontation.

Двойной эспрессо идеально подходит для поднятия настроения после обеда. - Just pick-me-up. - A double shot of espresso is perfect for an afternoon pick-me-up.

THIS IS EXACTLY WHERE I WANT TO BE; HERE IN MARANELLO, ONLY YOU AND ME - [ BOOK THREE ] cover - @MICKSCHUMI (Side Project - MARANELLO || INSTAGRAM)

McLaren finds a fan to create a PR relationship for Lando Norris, they just so happen to find aspiring journalist Gabriella McLeod. Playing a dangerous game and walking the thin line between faking everything or it becoming all too real. What happens when the pressure is on Lando, and Gabriella seeks to find her true home?