Mv1 Stories

Max Verstappen and Leah Mcrae, more alike than either could imagine, rivals on the track, but the heart doesnt care about f1 teams

Did you ever realise how much I loved you? Do you know how much time I wasted because of you?

❝𝗂'𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍❞ ↬𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗑 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾

"You know you're insufferable, right?" Alex muttered, arms crossed. Oscar grinned, unbothered. "And yet, you're still here talking to me." She rolled her eyes. "That's only because no one else can roast Lando properly." "Sure," he said softly, leaning just close enough to make her pulse skip, "keep telling yourself that." ___________________________________________________________________ What started as a wrong number spiraled into late-night roasts, inside jokes, and the world's strangest accidental friendship. Alexandria "Alex" Carver never asked to be thrown into a Formula 1 group chat-but walking away now might be even harder than staying. Especially when Oscar Piastri seems determined to get past every wall she hides behind. ___________________________________________________________________ Note: I don't know any of the real-life characters, this is just my impression of them! Their behaviors and words in the story don't mean anything about how they act in real life.

They say you never forget the sound of impact. They're right. It's not the screech or the crash that sticks - it's the silence right after. The kind where you realize what's gone, and that it's never coming back. That's the sound that's followed me ever since the night my parents pushed me out of the way of a speeding car and didn't make it themselves. I was fifteen. Old enough to remember everything, young enough to think it would stop hurting. Spoiler: it doesn't. I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I just packed a bag, took what cash I could find, and left before my aunt and uncle could ruin what was left of me. I made it to Europe. I learned how to vanish. And somehow, I found a hurt dog in a back alley - a Belgian Malinois with a limp, a snarl, and eyes that looked way too much like mine. I called him Viper, because he bit the first person who tried to pet him. We've been a team ever since. Now, people know the name E. Moreau. They think it's a boy - some prodigy with nerves of steel. They're wrong on both counts. I'm not fearless. I'm just fast. And I'm not running from the past. I'm racing it. ~ Sixteen-year-old Ava Gene doesn't exist anymore. Not after the crash, not after her parents, and definitely not after her coach-"Coach Jay"-turned out to be Jos Verstappen. Now she races under a fake name, hides behind sunglasses, and avoids the two people who unknowingly sit at the heart of her past: Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc. Except fate's got a sense of humor. Because when she's caught sneaking around a Monaco café, both drivers accidentally take her in - and suddenly Ava's world collides with theirs. She's sarcastic. She's stubborn. She's got a dog smarter than most adults. And she's hiding the kind of anger that makes her dangerous behind the wheel. But secrets don't stay buried forever. (NEWSFLASH: Guys I don't own the characters except for Ava (MY SISTER CHOOSE THE NAME NOT ME) Also for you crazy ppl learn that this ISNT REAL LIFE THIS IS MADE UP)

The makings of the first woman Formula 1 winner battling for a Championship or In which Luce and Lando gambled on friendship and found something more --- Luce Maas' whole life revolved around cars. Whether that meant behind the wheel or under the hood, you could always count on her putting her all into her newest adventure. As a young American with a big dream, her dad supported her upbringing in the predominantly male single-seater European series. While her mom and brother were battling their way to IndyCar, she and her dad were paving a pathway to Formula 1, one of the most prestigious and challenging series in motorsports. After nearly a lifetime of hard work and dedication to a single life dream, Luce has made her way to Formula 1, becoming one of the few women drivers in the history of F1 and the first woman to score a podium finish in the series. The 2024 season is around the corner, and Luce has her eyes set on the same prize as the other nineteen drivers on the grid: to become World Champion. Every champion has their battles, and 2024 is no friend of Luce's. Ever-growing feelings for another driver endanger her judgment, with everything and more on the line this season.

Riley James writes songs like secrets and lives like she's trying to outrun her own silence. She's a university student with too many playlists, too many feelings, and one very inconvenient crush on a Formula 1 driver she's not supposed to know. Oscar Piastri is quiet, calculating, and emotionally unavailable in six languages. He's not here to be understood. He's here to win. But Riley's chaos pulls him in - and suddenly, he's racing for something that doesn't come with a trophy. They meet in a hallway. They collide in a lyric. And they spiral in a way neither of them saw coming. Rush High is a story of music and the kind of love that feels like a crash - fast, messy, and impossible to ignore. ___________________________________________________________________ Note: I do not personally know any of the characters in the story. This is just my impression of them. It does not mean anything about how they act in real life.

💕 One-shots of Lewis Hamilton and Max Verstappen. (Some stories are from me, while the others are from the website AO3 and aren'twrittenby me.)

'Saw you out there. You're mighty good at that.' His tone was stilted, southern drawl affected with some kind of European harshness. 'Should hope so, or I don't get to eat tonight,' Charles huffed, dragging the curry brush along. The stranger smiled, eyes crinkling more than was warranted for a lazy joke. 'What're you here for?' Charles asked, nodding to the '33' stuck to the stranger's navy shirt. 'Me? I do rodeo'ing myself.' 'Well, let's just hope you don't break nothin', then,' Charles said with a smile and a shake of his head. The stranger gave him an odd, sideways look. 'Let's. You comin' to watch?' 'If you tell me your name.' He smiled. 'Max. What should I call you?' 'Charles. Good to meet you, Max.'

Max doesn't know how to cope without Daniel anymore now that he's at RB- turns out Daniel can't either. ~ insomnia ‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ Burning my eyes red Not slept for weeks Testing your torment My future is bleak Lost in the moment With no words to speak .... Am I a fool Waiting for you? What if you never come back?

You're relationship/friendship with 𝙈.𝙑||𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙥.1 𝘾.𝙇||𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙇.𝙉||𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙇.𝙃||𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥

Lando Norris' little sister Lora joins him for a race weekend for the first time until they see each other again

5 times Charles accidentally almost confessed to Max. 1 time he did it consciously, and succeeded. English not being my first language makes it pretty hard to write these, but hoping it is capable of reading. This is the outcome of 3 and a half Monsters drank and me being incredibly bored at 4 am having nothing to do. (maybe to sleep) TW: The parts were not proofread, so there might be some mistakes. Do not be afraid to message me, if you notice some.

Collection of Formula 1 oneshots. Requests are open, can be written either through the comments, or privately messaged to me. (If you have a specific request, and it needs to be discussed, or you simply just want it to be private.) Requests can be about every driver, current or not, even team principal if you want to.