yes, it’s another f1 fic collection...
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Till the morning rises and we part away by icaruswingsofgold
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF, Original Work
27 Nov 2025
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He was tall, lean, with a sharpness to his features, brown hair falling messily over his forehead. His green eyes, though a bit unfocused – probably from too much alcohol – had a spark of mischief, and his posture slumped as he leaned heavily against the wall. She could swear she knew him from somewhere, but she couldn’t think of where.
Not that it mattered. She blurted an apology before moving around them, continuing her trek to the bathroom down a hallway and around another corner.
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or, Charles Leclerc's drink gets spiked at a club, and he's saved by a few very kind strangers.
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- Part 1 of yes, it’s another f1 fic collection...
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Comfortable silence is so overrated by icaruswingsofgold
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF, Original Work
07 Dec 2025
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“I’m not gonna touch you,” Chase said.
“I’m not gonna come near you. I swear. I dragged you in here because there’s a shooter outside, not because I want to hurt you.”
Oscar’s jaw tightened. “You grabbed me from behind,” he said through clenched teeth. “And covered my mouth. What was I supposed to think?”
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or, Oscar Piastri and Lando Norris walk into a mall in Monaco. A few minutes later, a man with a gun also walks into a mall in Monaco - intent on spilling blood.
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- Part 2 of yes, it’s another f1 fic collection...
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The shapes that you drew may change beneath a different light by icaruswingsofgold
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF, Original Work
21 Dec 2025
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“Hey-” John started, the word coming out sharper than he meant it to.
Andrea moved quickly, clumsy with panic but decisive all the same. He didn’t aim the gun – not that it would’ve mattered, it was unloaded anyway – instead, he dragged it toward himself and stumbled back, putting the solid bulk of the table between them.
A chair scraped loudly against the floor as it tipped over.
“What the fuck is this, man?” Andrea shouted. The Italian lilt John had barely noticed before surged to the surface, voice tight with fear. “What the fuck is this?”
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or, Kimi Antonelli's car breaks down on his way to Brackley. A stranger offers help, but by the time they reach his house, Kimi is already certain he’s made a terrible mistake...
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- Part 3 of yes, it’s another f1 fic collection...