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[moonlight-records]

the storm | landoscarttpen

pairing: max verstappen x lando norris x oscar piastri

summary: max likes lando. oscar also likes lando. max and oscar hate the idea of sharing their favorite brit and therefore, each other. meanwhile lando is down bad for both and can't make a decision so there should be no problem with carlos trying to cash in a date with the brit years later...right?

warning: jealously, sorta fluff? just a lot of jealously

WC: 2.6K

a/n: this one is for @norrisleclercf1 who mentioned needing a max x lando x oscar!

before the storm | the storm | after the storm

If you had told Oscar when he first joined F1 as a rookie that he would fall for his teammate, Oscar probably would’ve laughed in your face. He was a rookie for christ sake, the last thing on his mind would be crushes let alone a relationship. He’d probably be confident enough to make a bet that it wouldn’t happen. Though his own heart would betray him and he would fall to Lando’s charm pretty quickly into the 2023 season. Luckily back then, it was concealed by how painfully shy Oscar was as he adjusted to F1. 

Though after the summer break, Oscar started to come out of his shell more and more. Slowly but surely, the Brit managed to chip away at his walls to see who Oscar truly was. Each day the quiet, polite, awkwardly shy Aussie dissolved into the polite but unapologetic sassy Aussie that Prema had grown to know and love in F2. Not that it really upset Oscar it was only a matter of time but what did worry the Aussie was the more Lando chipped away the harder it would be for Oscar to keep his feelings at bay and have to admit he did have a crush on Lando. Oscar swore it must be a rookie curse. Lando and Carlos. Max and Daniel. Charles and Sebastian (did that one count? Oscar counted it anyway). Yet they all ended up being great friends, so surely these feelings would pass…right?

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Max didn’t do crushes. He didn’t do relationships. Hell, for the longest time he didn’t even do friendships. His father had drilled into him basically that racing came first and foremost. He couldn’t afford any form of relationship as it would become a distraction. Deep down, he knew that’s part of the reason he hated Charles growing up. The Monegasque was kind. Charming. Friendly. A major distraction that Max would stay clear of for his career (and mainly appease his father). Of course now, Max really could not give a flying fuck what his father wanted, even if it was for the “best”. He proved himself on the track at 17. He had become Red Bull’s new ‘golden boy’. He earned himself the name ‘Mad Max’. He had solidified himself as a 3rd time WDC. He could start living his life as he wanted.

Though there is one friend he had growing up. A friendship Max surprisingly kept under the radar of his father under a disguise. His friendship with Lando. 

Unlike Charles, who he considers a good friend now, Lando has been one of his closest friends. Sure, it started the same. The friendly and bubbly Brit tried to befriend him during their karting days and Max soured it into a rivalry yet unlike Charles who accepted it and became his number one rival, Lando would not expect a role as rival…or maybe just second place. The Brit was persistent in their karting days. Still bubbly and friendly after an intense race. Still always saying hello and goodbye to Max. Still just there. It freaked Max out a it growing up. Most people would’ve backed off or stood down after Max snapped at them or ignored them but not Lando.

Lando wasn’t like most people.

It’s one of the things that drew Max closer to the Brit. He found himself actually attempting small talk with Lando after. Found himself looking for the Brit when he got to the track to greet the other. Flagging the Brit down after races and starting the now infamous ‘Maxsplaining’ and the Brit listened. Not once did the Brit shy away or try to run. He would stand there or walk with Max as Max rambled on, smiling and listening and even putting his own input into it. 

When his father asked? Max simply said he’s getting to know his enemy better. “Keep your friends close but keep your enemies closer…right?” he had asked his father. It was the one time he saw his father offer a genuine smile even if it was for the wrong reasons but his father agreed Max was right and clever for that. Looking back, Max laughs. His father was convinced that Max kept Lando around to learn more about the Brit to destroy him and stay #1 but that was never and would never be Max’s intention but if that’s what it took to keep this one friendship close to his chest, Max would take it. 

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If there was one thing that Max and Oscar could agree on, it was the fact they did not like each other very much. It was funny, considering that both of them were deemed the ‘polite cats’ of the grid by the fans., the fact they both just speak their mind when they can, and even prefer to stay indoors / do their own thing so it was pretty shocking at the fact they didn’t really like each other.

It’s not because they had a major fight as they rarely hung out off the track. It wasn’t because they didn’t really know the other well (which Oscar will be using to his advantage on the track). I wasn’t over some stupid fight or anything the media had no idea about. It came down to one very simple thing: jealousy.

Oscar’s jealous at how close Lando and Max are. How they were childhood friends and ever since F1 they’ve only gotten closer. How Max, who would prefer to be at home on the sim with his cats threw together a party for Lando after his maiden win in Miami before Oscar could. How Lando would constantly talk about what he and Max were going to do. How after Austria, Oscar tried to cheer Lando up but he was so upset and worried about his friendship with Max was ruined (even though Oscar reassured Lando that it was just a track incident and that he should not stress) and how Lando was over the moon when Max and him hashed it out (which Oscar was happy about, since Lando was happy). It just irked Oscar to no end that he would never be able to compete with Max for Lando’s attention and have the same effect on Lando like Max does.

Though, one of them was Lando’s teammate. One of them got to share connecting hotel rooms with Lando. One got to travel with Lando often and explore. One got to do challenges. One got to sit in boring meetings with him and well. It wasn’t Max.

Max cannot stand how the Aussie showed up and weaseled his way into Lando’s life and, in his mind, heart. Max bitterly watched the Brit and Aussie from afar. The way Lando basically took Oscar into his arms to show him the strings. How the two were doing all these challenges and they could not keep a straight face for the life of them. How they were just so giggly and touchy. The way that whenever he was with the Brit, somehow he always mentions the Aussie. Oh and do NOT get Max started about Austria. He knew that both he and Lando were running on adrenaline and high emotions. He knew Lando was upset–he didn’t need to watch the interview since the younger driver wa right fucking next to him when they spoke about it post-race. Max knew they both needed time and they’d talk it out but Max needed longer after watching McLaren’s fan zone. He knew Lando was upset. He knew that Lando would rather be back in his room sulking and yet there he was. On stage with Oscar as Oscar took his shoe off to do a shoey before offering it to Lando with that stupid smile and he took it.

He took the shoe.

Lando did the shoey before launching Oscar’s shoe into the crowd. It did get to Max snicker, don’t get him wrong, but it was short lived when Lando turned back to his teammate and Oscar just cackled. Bending over slightly as he laughed and got Lando to laugh as well. Deep down, Max was happy that Lando wasn’t shutting in on himself and lost in his own mind, but anger flared through Max because that should be him doing a shoey (and he fucking hated them) with Lando and getting him to laugh. It should be him that spent almost 10 months traveling the world with the other (even if they flew together from time to time and Max was forcing Lando to to get on his jet after missing his flight since he didn’t think he would win Miami). Lando should be his teammate. Not Oscar’s. 

Not that it really mattered. Max has been around since their karting days, Oscar has only been in Lando’s life for a year. If push came to shove and one of them had to go. It would not be Max.

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Having a crush as an F1 driver was hard enough. You couldn’t come outright and say that you had a crush on someone for many reasons. For starters, the grid was basically it’s own form of Love Island behind the scenes and if you told the wrong person then word spread faster than Lewis leak to move to Ferrari in 2025. Then, the media joined the mix. They ate that shit up and any chance of the sliver of privacy you had? Gone. Every single move you did would be watched. Anybody you hung out with could be suspected as a crush. Nobody was safe. The fans? Ruthless. They would speculate everything. Facial movements, clothes, locations. They would work faster than the FBI and you were never sure if you should be impressive or terrified. Why can’t a guy have a crush on his two closest friends in peace?

Oh yeah. Lando Norris had to go big or go home. One crush? Could NOT be him. Of course his crushes just happen to be none other than Max Verstappen and Oscar Piastri. Best friend and current teammate.

Sure, the fans still rooted for Carlos and Lando. Lando did himself for a time after Carlos switched to Ferrari but the feelings died down. Then seeing Carlos with Teto more and more, Lando decided it was not worth the mental gymnastics anymore. Besides, he thinks that he and Calos work much better as best friends who make everyone question if they’re dating because are you really best friends with someone if you haven’t been mistaken as a couple? 

Which is how Lando found himself plopping down on Carlos' hotel bed with a groan before grabbing the closest pillow and throwing it over his face before screaming into it. The Spaniard was sitting at the table, finishing something up on his laptop before bringing his gaze up to eye his younger friend. 

“Everything alright, amigo?”

“No.” Lando slams the pillow onto the bed as he stares at the ceiling, “everything is not okay. Why do you think I’m hiding out here?”

“Because you have missed hanging out with me?” Carlos offers.

Lando scoffs slightly before turning his head to look at the Spaniard, “well duh,” he rolls his eyes, “but that was an unspoken thing.”

Carlos laughs softly which pulls a laugh out of Lando, “what’s going through your mind, amigo?”

Groaning slightly, Lando covers his face once again with the pillow before it’s yoinked off his face gently. A shadow covers the other’s face as Lando looks up at Carlos, “it’s just,” he sighs and lets himself deflate into the mattress, “being the middleman for Max and Oscar is getting really tiring and really frustrating.”

“Wait,” Carlos brows pull together, “Max and Oscar do not get along? Really? I thought they were at least–” he pauses for a moment, “friendly with each other. Hell, Oscar and I are friendly with each other and it seems we’re being forced to be enemies! Are you sure? Why?”

“Yes Carlos, I am sure,” Lando huffs as he sits up on his elbows, “I don’t know why. I cannot get an answer out of either of them but if I’m not there to play middleman, they will not talk to each other. If they do,” shivering, “it’s not pretty but they keep that typically private.”

“Oh…well, do you think it’s because of you?”

“Of me?” Lando repeats, “why would it be because of me?”

“Well, Max has been a longtime friend, no? And well, Oscar has become a close friend from being a teammate,” Carlos clears his throat to curb the venom in his voice at the statement, “maybe they aren’t exactly happy with sharing,” Carlos smirks slightly as he leans in slightly.

Lando’s breath hitches slightly. If this was Lando about two years ago, he’d be over the moon with how close he and Carlos are right now. If he was Lando from two years ago, he’d probably jump at this opportunity and close the distance but Lando was not that guy anymore. Carlos was doing whatever he was doing with Teto and Lando wasn’t going to deal with that and somehow by some luck he managed to curb those emotions but it was hard not to be tempted with the ‘what if’ starting with in front of him. Lando started to let his gaze dip to his lips before his eyes snapped to the door with a knock, yet the two are still there.

Finally after an eternity (it was a millisecond), Lando pulls himself up and back sliding out from under Carlos and rolling off the bed before going to the door. Opening it, there stood the man himself Teto.

“Ca–oh!” Teto says surprised, “Lando! I was not expecting you here. Am I interrupting something?”

“Oh no, I was kinda hiding out. Am I interrupting something? Carlos didn’t mention you’d be popping by tonight.”

“He didn’t?” Lando catches Teto’s gaze move to Carlos harden, “shocker.” When the gaze is back on Lando, it softens as he smiles. “Well, Carlos promised to come with me to get my first tattoo–”

“You’re getting a tattoo?!” Lando asks, “Does the shop also have a piercer? I’ve always wanted to get a tongue piercing.”

“You do?” Carlos asks in the background but he’s ignored. 

Teto thinks, “I believe so. Do you want to come with me? You’d probably be a much better support system than that one,” Teto gestures to Lando and grins, offering an arm when Lando agrees while Carlos is trying to hurriedly put his shoes on, “let’s go then!”

“Hey! Wait for me! Do not leave you two!!”

*******************

There was a knock on Max’s hotel door. Max barely looked up from his computer as he was trying to get his sim to work. There was a knock on the door again, a bit harsher and Max glared back in the direction but ignored it. After the third knock, even harsher, Max grunts as he rips his headset off and stalks over to the door. Flinging it open, he glares, “What?” He demands. 

Oscar stands there while looking at the Dutchman. He’s not happy to be standing in front of Max’s door but he had nobody else to go to. He felt his jaw lock before he unclenched his jaw. “Well?” Max spat out, “What do you want, Oscar?”

“Did you know Lando and Carlos went to a tattoo parlor together and Lando pierced his tongue and Carlos took him out for ice cream?” Oscar asks finally as he turns his phone to show Max the photo Carlos had posted on his story. 

Carlos had his arm wrapped around Lando’s shoulder, tucking the Brit into his side. Lando was giving a cheeky wink with his ice cream while Carlos was making some silly face but his cheek was too close to Lando’s for comfort. If one of them turned, they’d kiss the other’s cheek. 

Oscar studies Max, seeing how the Dutchman’s eyes narrow in on the photo, the anger shifting from Oscar to the photo.

“What. The. Fuck?”

[italiangirlcoresblog]

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✩ : the f1 drivers acting dramatic when you don't wish them good luck before a race

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭. : max verstappen, lando norris, charles leclerc, oscar piastri, carlos sainz, lewis hamilton

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[livwritessometimes]

Not Saying 'I Love You' Back (Part 1)

: Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Lewis Hamilton

: Part 2

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: Author’s Note - I’m thinking of making more pieces like this, what do you guys think? Also lmk if you want a part 2 with other drivers (Alex, George, Pierre, Daniel, Franco…and anyone else)

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Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Carlos Sainz

Lewis Hamilton

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F1 Driver Texts

You get flowers, but not from them…

Lewis Hamilton • George Russell • Oscar Piastri • Lando Norris • Charles Leclerc • Carlos Sainz • Max Verstappen • Daniel Ricciardo

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˖⁺｡˚⋆˙love is never logical | 2023 grid˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pt3

pairing: 2023 f1 grid x nepo baby y/n prost reader (she/her)

genre: social media au, friends to lovers

warnings: spoiled nepo baby:)) 3rd & final part!! fluffy af probably

summary: in which everyone's favourite nepo baby finally feels ready to share her love story with the world ❤️

a/n: last part tehehe this was so fun to write LOL it feels so silly & ridiculous fr but hope u like it i tried to make it not super obvious who her man is but idk if it worked

request!!!: I would love a smau with reader who’s a nepo baby but is everyone’s fave nepo because she’s just living life aesthetically and the grid loves her and she’s hinting at a soft launch (idrc with which driver)

fc: gracie burns

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[adventuringblind]

Entitled To You (3.6K words)

Norstaptri x Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: An incident with Lance sends the boys into a frenzy. She just wants to do what she loves.

Warnings: Explicit depictions of r@pe, injury descriptions, panic attacks, Oscar plots a murder, Lando throws hands, Car crashes, Author doesn't know legal stuff, Head trauma and blood.

Notes: This one is a request from @Lily234566 I know this wasn't the original pairing but I was struggling to fit the Ferrari boys in there so I had to scale it back... I'm sorry and I hope you still like it! T_T

Side Note: Sorry to the Lance girlies reading this. AND obligatory message of I don't know these people and this is purely FICTION! HEAD THE TAGS! DONT LIKE THEN DONT READ!

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“Max!” She peeks her head into his driver's room. The bright beaming smile she receives in return after their 1-2 nearly kills her. “They want me for a media thing, apparently.” HIs smile drops into a pout. The sad puppy eyes might convince her to stay. 

“Again? Don’t they know we have plans!

“No, and why would they care anyway?” She looks him up and down and whines because he’s standing in front of her with no shirt on. “Just - I’ll meet you guys back at the room. It’s something to do with being a female in F1… again.”

“I’m starting to think they have nothing else to talk about.” 

She shrugs as she walks out of the hospitality, waving to Christian on her way by. The goal is to get past the Mclaren garage without seeing Lando because otherwise she is not going to the interview. His pout is worse (better?) than Max’s. 

To her pleasant surprise, Laura is the one conducting the interview. “I’m sorry about this being last minute! They said they wanted you to do it with someone else next week and I offered to do it now.” 

The interview passes with ease and thankfully doesn’t take long at all. The banter in-between is also entertaining. 

She’s exhausted when they finish. Ready to go back to the hotel and fall into bed with her boys. Hopefully They’ve ordered food - and dessert. 

The paddock is nearly empty as she makes her way through. Maybe, had she been paying more attention and not focussed on her aching body, she would’ve caught on to the footsteps behind her. 

They are heavy, she assumes possibly a mechanic still packing up to continue on their way to the next circuit. That’s what she still thinks when the hand on her bicep yanks her around the corner. 

If she weren’t as exhausted, then fighting would’ve been a possibility. However, that seems out of the cards as he pins her against the nearest wall. Her forehead hitting the surface hard enough to make her dizzy. 

“Not so confident now, huh?” 

The fuck- “Lance? What are you?-” He slams her head again and cages her body against his own. She flails, only to be slammed again. “Would you stop doing that please?” 

“Not after that stupid stunt you pulled today on track.”

“You mean the one where you showed you don’t know what brakes are?-” Again, her head is sent into the hard surface. She can feel her nose starting to bleed. “Must you?!” She decided to shut up when he does it again and everything starts to go fuzzy. 

His fingers dip beneath the waistband of her fireproofs. The cold evening air hits her bare skin and she panics more than before. Her head is too cloudy to fully comprehend what’s happening. 

“I feel like I'm entitled to a bit of compensation after that stunt.” 

“You’re entitled to nothing. You took yourself out!” She hisses through gritted teeth. Still, Lance continues to get her clothes lower. And slams her head again harder - you know - because she wasn’t disoriented enough already.

“Would you shut up?” She doesn’t say anything this time. Her mouth feels numb and her ears are ringing. Her exposed lower half is met with the bare hands of someone she doesn't want touching her. 

It's - well - it hurts. He's groping at her thighs, ass, even her tits which she isn't sure how he's managing. His hands are everywhere they shouldn't be. 

And then nothing. 

A vague awareness of what's happening seeps through her veins and invades her senses. She tries to scream. Attempts despite the sheer pain of the snap of hips she didn't ask for. 

His finger beat her to it. A hand encloses around her throat and cuts off her oxygen. The black spots dance around her vision. She wants them to stop moving; they are making her dizzy. Or was she already dizzy? 

“See, it's not so bad. Don't you feel less guilty for ruining my race now?” No, she doesn't. She wasn't guilty before. 

She blacks out. 

~~~♡~~~

Waking up with sore limbs and a killer headache is not how she pictured this night going. She tries to yell for help, but a mere creaky rasp escapes. 

When did she lose her voice? The thought makes her panic more. The sob she lets out hurts more than there is sound. 

Her face and hair is sticky. At least Lance had done her the courtesy of not finishing inside of her. 

Still - what the fuck even happened? The fragmented memory is trying to come back to her slowly. Each small piece remembered is another broken cry. 

She can't move. 

It's dark again. 

~~~♡~~~

The anxiety between the three boys is certainly not something they are used to. Oscar can pinpoint the exact moment Lando started overthinking and Max had to bear hug him so he didn't pace a hole into the cement of the parking lot. 

The fourth seat in their car remains empty and their messages have gone unanswered. It's getting more concerning with each passing minute. 

“Max, she always responds.” 

“I know Lando.” 

“She always calls if she's going to be longer.” 

“Lando?”

“Yes?”

“Would you feel better if we went and looked around for her?” 

The Brit nods his head in a fashion that might give him whiplash. It's better seeing him feel helpful then sit helplessly. Though Oscar can't help but agree with Max's original point. that they should wait there at the car just in case since that's where they were supposed to meet. 

Granted, it's only been twenty minutes. It's still long enough to be murdered. 

They Methodically peer around corners and wave at the mechanics who give them skeptical looks. They were supposed to be out for post race celebrations by now. 

Oscar freezes when he sees it. The human shaped lump lying on the ground. He rushes over with long strides. The closer he gets, the more familiar the person on the ground becomes. 

“Max! Lando! I found her!” The other two boys come sprinting in his direction. He's on the ground trying to clear her hair from her face only for it to get stuck in the sticky substance coating her features. 

“What the fuck?” 

Her fireproofs are still on, but it's obvious what happened. The handprints on her neck, the blood trickling down the sides of her face. “We need to bring her to a hospital.” 

Max hoists her up in his arms. Mainly because Lando is on the brink of tears and struggling to breathe through his panic. He loves deeply and with his heart on his sleeve. Oscar just hopes he can keep the Brit calm until they find more help. 

“Can we at least clean her up?” Lando pleads with him. Big Hazel eyes brimming with tears. 

It's always a struggle to tell him no. “We can't, not if it can help us figure out who did it.” The tears start right after that. 

“So that’s what happened then? Someone really-” Oscar has to maneuver the puddle of tears that is his boyfriend into the passenger seat of their rental car. Max tosses him the keys, opting to be with her in the back and keep her comfortable. 

The tricky drive to emergency is more because Oscar is too far in his own thoughts to pay attention to the traffic lights. He can hear Max moving her around, attempting to put pressure where blood still flows freely. 

Oscar doesn’t bother with parking. He pulls off into some empty area and helps Max shoulder her weight inside the doors while Lando runs ahead to find help. 

It’s fast after that. They take her away and start patching her up while the three of them are forced to sit in the waiting room. Oscar and Lando are left to their own devices while Max paces about on the phone with Christian. 

He feels like a knife is being driven through his chest each time his mind tries to come up with what could’ve happened. Who would do something like this? Unfortunately, a lot of people. The question is more of who could’ve done it and gotten away. Someone with access to the paddock this late. Security, perhaps? Maybe even a sleazy mechanic? A driver wouldn’t make any sense… right?

“When will they let us see her?”

“When she wakes up, most likely.”

He’s not sure when he falls asleep. The exhaustion finally hit him like a truck despite his persistence. He’s awoken by Max’s constant shaking and aggressive whispering of his name. 

“-She’s asking for us.” 

He’s up faster than Lando when Jon threatens an ice bath. They follow the nurse down the halls with an uneasy anticipation. They creep inside the sterile room and find her staring at the wall. 

Lando doesn’t hesitate to move further into the room. Always having been more in touch with his emotions then the other two boys. “Hey love, can I come closer?” 

She looks at him. The bandages plastered over the sides of her head and around her face now visible to them. She returns Lando’s gaze with glassy eyes. It’s damn near shocking when she tries to pull things off her body in a desperate attempt to reach for Lando. 

Lando gets to her before she can get everything off, specifically the IV, and catch her arms. Oscar and Max finally pull themselves together and manage to get her to lay back down with some coaxing. 

She’s shaking violently. Her grip on Lando’s arm is sure to leave bruises. “Who - who f-found me?”  

“We did, schat. We got worried when you didn’t respond.” Max drags the two chairs in the room closer and pulls Oscar down into one.  Lando, against all odds, manages to wriggle his way into bed with her. 

“I know who it was. I - well - does anyone else know?” 

“Just Christian and us.” Oscar can feel the fight Max is putting up to not ask her more questions. The way he’s grounding himself with a hand on Oscars knee instead. 

“You don’t have to tell us.” He attempts to reassure. Maybe calm her mind by giving her an option. “Just know we’re here, alright?” 

“I don’t want it to be a big story. It’s already going to be since I can’t be in the car for the next four weeks. Oh fuck - everyone is gonna know-” Lando hushes her; gets her to somehow hold him tighter.

“Christian said it’s up to you, whatever happens.” Max nods at her encouragingly. “We go at your pace.” 

“They did a rape kit. They’ll know who it is. It was all over so it couldn’t have been hard to get DNA - oh fuck” 

Her heart rate picks up. The nurses rush in. They send her back to sleep. 

~~~♡~~~

Max wants to know who it was who touched her. The rage simmering underneath her skin is almost too much to keep contained. 

On the more fortunate side, they were allowed to stay since she wouldn’t let go of Lando. Then when he did have to get up, they rotated. 

The doctors and nurses learned to approach her like she’s a scared animal. The heavy footsteps seem to set her off and there is now a sticky note on the door saying to tiptoe when entering. It’s endearing to see her doctors and nurses trying so hard not to startle her. But seeing as they’ve now had several incidents where she’s panicked, they are taking more caution. 

Oscar and Lando have meandered away in search of food. Max opted to stay put and made the promise to bring him back cheat foods. He’s too stressed to not eat something of comfort. 

Her physio is supposed to come by today with the stuff she left at the track and get an update from the doctors themselves instead of Max’s botched attempts at repeating back. It will also be nice to see her comfortable, as the one blanket that travels with her everywhere will also be dropped off. 

“Max?” He tightens his hold to show he’s listening. “It’s not fair… You, Lando, and Oscar make a mistake on track and nobody does that to you. I - It wasn’t my fault.” 

The thing is, Max is smarter than people give him credit for. The only incident on track was with Lance. An incident that was his own fault. “He’s at fault, not you. None of this is your fault.”

“They are going to say I was asking for it or something.” 

“In those fireproofs? The only ones asking for it are me and Oscar… for obvious reasons.” He chuckles proudly at his little self compliment. 

It also manages to get her to crack something of a half smile. “Are you complimenting your own ass?” 

“And what if I am?” 

She doesn’t eat anything despite it being sat in front of her. Soft foods are the only thing she’ll be eating. Her throat, albeit not as bad as it could've been (thank you F1), is still damaged and needs to rest as much as possible. 

They had to keep her for observation due to where the head wounds had been. It’s been a rough thirty-six hours, but they are managing.

Despite the hectic situation, Max has come to learn that the female lying in the hospital bed is a better person then the rest of them. Oscar was detailing a full proof murder plan while she was telling him not to make it a bigger deal then it is. To which Oscar politely put his ten step plan with four contingencies down and told her that it’s ‘what he had coming to him’. 

Max has not had to stop someone from assassinating a rival before, but Oscar seems like a reasonable guy. “Death is too good for him.” 

“Mm, you’re right, I’ll just make sure he doesn’t die then and can’t see my face.” 

“Or, we make his life a series of inconveniences! I feel like daddy’s money could get him good therapy. It can’t solve every minor problem.” Lando has a gleam in his eyes. 

Him and Oscar start pouring over ideas once more. The girl simply shakes her head and goes back to eyeing her pudding like it’s assaulted her. “I don’t want to leave here, Max.”

“Why not? I’d assume you want to go home? Sleep in a comfortable bed?”

“Out there, they can get to us. Here is safe.” 

He considers how to reassure her. Only, there is nothing he can think of. The truth is that outside of this hospital room, there is no guarantee they won’t run into trouble. 

“I can’t promise that we'll never have something bad happen again. But-” He looks to the McLaren duo brainstorming ways to make the Aston Martin garage regret existing. “We’ll be there for each other. We’re here for you. When you want us and when you need us, yes?” 

“Pinky swear?” She extends her pink to him. 

Max accepts and curls his pinks around hers. “Pinky swear.” 

~~~♡~~~

It’s not fair really, that they had to leave to go do things. Lando would prefer he at least stayed with her so she isn’t alone. Alas, they are preparing for her discharge and he had to run around getting things together for their trip back to Monaco.

He comes back to a partially opened door and smiles at the other two boys being able to get back before him. Then again, as he gets closer he can hear the angry tone. One that Max uses when he’s pissed off about something. 

Lando panics and rushes inside. Only to be met with the sight of the last person he wants around right now. 

Now - he wouldn’t say he’s prone to violence. Lando prefers to keep the peace when it comes to conflict unless he’s trying to piss someone off on purpose to get a reaction. This is not one of those times. 

Lando’s knuckles collide with the Canadian’s jaw faster than he can fully become aware of what he’s doing. Lance stumbles backward and holds his jaw, glaring at Lando like he’s the one in the wrong here. 

“Get out!” 

“We were just talking-” 

“I said. Get. Out.” He’s seething. The thudding in his chest becoming louder with each second Lance remains in this room. 

He’s not prone to violence. 

Really, he’s not. 

Yet the second crack of knuckles into Lance's chin gives him some sick satisfaction. Isn’t there something about equilibrium? Can he pin this on restoring the balance or something? Regardless, he isn’t going to dent the fact that it feels good. 

The nurses come running and start asking questions. Max and Oscar have to drag Lando away kicking and screaming. 

Worse is when they try to tell him that there are pictures out on social media. Christian has been calling Max non-stop. Oscar has been dealing with Zak. Their relationship isn’t a secret and neither is their current location.  

“They're sending us a different car to see if we can’t get out discreetly.” 

“What happened with Lance, Lan? Are you alright?”

Everyone is panting. Their eyes trained on the door. “I punched him. I restored the equal-brey-um… thing.” 

“Equilibrium.” 

“Yeah that!” 

He’s not sure how they get on the plane. He’s still amped up about the whole punching thing and running purely off adrenaline. 

They’ve been sitting in silence, mulling over their options. Creating statements they can put out. It’s hectic and they keep trashing them because nothing fits. 

The female has been apathetic. The last thing she wanted was for this to get out and now it has. Seemingly everything is flashing before her eyes. Her career will be gone soon enough, so what’s even the point? 

“Don’t post anything. We don’t have an obligation to confirm or deny the rumors. If anything, we can say that you were just driving me to the hospital and being good friends or whatever.” She won’t look at them. Still - Lando can hear how upset she is, the waiver in her voice. “I’m going to be kicked out anyway.” 

“Christian said-”

“Damn what Christian said! He knows this isn’t going to get any better and if I say who it was then Daddy’s Money is just going to pay his way through.” She's hyperventilating now. Her body collapses against her seat and Oscar makes an effort to get her to lean against him. “It’s not fair!”

lando Can’t help but share her feelings.

~~~♡~~~

She stays holed up in the Redbull garage the next weekend. The appearance is hard, people want to ask her questions. Her boys had been caught in the middle of the riptide and haven’t come back to shore yet. 

At least she’s here. She’s trying her hardest to look stronger than she is. On the inside things are falling apart. 

The team knows to give her space and not ask about the ordeal. She takes refuge in Max’s room when things are too much and the other drivers keep their distance. 

They know it was one of them. She’d been adamant on not saying who it was, but it’s obvious there are sixteen who it could have been, given her partners insistence that none of them go near her garage for the time being.  

She just wants this whole thing to blow over. She wants to lay in bed with her lovers and not flinch when they go to touch her. 

She knows, however, that until she deals with things that healing can’t happen like it should. Or at least, that’s what her therapist says. The one she is now required to see. 

Things get worse when she’s back in the car. Her media duties are limited so she can focus on driving and ‘listening to her body’ as her physio likes to say. 

She can’t hear her body over the sound of her mind going staticy as Lance closes in on her. The catalyst for everything. She panics and ends up in the wall. Not the worst crash ever, but certainly hurts her pride more than it has already.

The thing is, it keeps happening. Even as she’s able to let her boys back in. As her podium finishes start to come back. Her fireproofs (which they’d gotten her all new ones) start to feel comfortable again and she doesn’t feel the need to be out of them the second the race is done. Still, Lance is using this to his advantage. 

Finally, after he almost killed her on track (again), she’s had enough.

The trial goes better than she thought it would. Despite the money differences, Lance won’t be able to race anymore. It’s not some grand spectacle either, just an announcement like usual. It’s more the closure she needed versus the publicized drama it could have been. 

She wins the next race. 

“If I ever see him again, it will be too soon.” 

“It’s been over a year now, Lan. I’m getting better.” There is a genuine smile on her face. The car awaits to take them back to the hotel. It was here that it happened. She almost considered not racing because of it.

“Lando got a taste of blood and now he’s feinding for it.” Max has a comforting hand around her waist. A grounding presence. 

“I mean, I never threw away my murder plot…” 

“You’re a genius Oscar!”

She shakes her head. It’s not like any of this has been easy. It never is. Still - her boys are here and they’ve been so patient. 

“There’s her smile.” They all beam at her. 

She smiles back.

[mrs-saturday]

→ Are you ready for a whole month of fast-paced degeneracy? Well come on in, so long as you're of age !! This event is strictly 18+, so MDNI please !!

→ I've written plenty of steamy encounters for you to choose from, each driver with at least one fic and have included scheduled day for your ease of reading, so you can find the fics with your faves in!

WEEK 1 — Oct 1st - Oct 7th

Oct. 1st - "Mon Cher, I Can't Take It Anymore"

— Edging with Charles Leclerc

Oct. 2nd - "Bad Bunny"

— Marking with Alex Albon

Oct. 3rd - "Crikey!"

— Gags with George Russell

Oct. 4th - "A Gift for You"

— Shibari with Lance Stroll

Oct. 5th - "You Are my Oxygen"

— Facesitting with Yuki Tsunoda

Oct. 6th - "Pretty Princess"

— Roleplay with Carlos Sainz

Oct. 7st - "This Town Ain't Big Enough For The Two Of Us"

— Angry!Threesome with Esteban Ocon and Pierre Gasly

WEEK 2 — Oct 8th - Oct 14th

Oct. 8th - "I Can Fuck You Better"

— Revenge Sex with Logan Sargeant

Oct. 9th - "Religion"

— Body Worship with Oscar Piastri

Oct. 10th - "Make You A Mama"

— Breeding with Sergio Perez

Oct. 11th - "Didn't See You Coming"

— Blindfolds with Kevin Magnussen

Oct. 12th - "9021-Hoe"

— Phone Sex with Daniel Ricciardo

Oct. 13th - "The Winner Takes It All"

— Free Use with Max Verstappen

Oct. 14th - "Estás muy sexy con ese vestido"

— Dirty Talk with Fernando Alonso

WEEK 3 — Oct 15th - Oct 21st

Oct. 15th - "Scandal"

— Age Gap with Lewis Hamilton

Oct. 16th - "I Love You, I'm Sorry"

— Make Up Sex with Zhou Guanyu

Oct. 17th - "Put It Into Speed-Drive"

— Car Sex with Valterri Bottas

Oct. 18th - "I Can't Sit Still"

— Pegging with Lando Norris

Oct. 19th - "Pick Me Up, I'm Losing My Mind"

— Size Kink with Nico Hulkenberg

Oct. 20th - "Don't Just Stand There"

— Voyeurism with Galex and Loscar

Oct. 21st - "Best Bully"

— Nerdy but Hung with The 2019 Rookies

WEEK 4 — Oct 22th - Oct 28th - Legacy Wee

Oct. 22nd - "Glory Days"

— Club Sex with Jenson Button

Oct. 24th - "Britney"

— Hair Pulling with Nico Rosberg

Oct. 28th - "Just Like Old Times"

— Safewords with Mark Webber

[doromoni]

Masterlist.

✨📖 The compilation of my works

✨🏁 Currently writing for Formula 1 drivers

✨ Legend:🕰️;completed ⏳;work in progress

Driver Playlist 🏁

Formula 1 : The Fast Life

Max Verstappen : Emilian

Charles Leclerc : Marc Herve

George Russell : William

Oscar Piastri : Jack

Lando Norris : Lando Norris; a villain arc

F1 Grid

⏳Soul Switch Series

Carlos Sainz Jr. | CS55

To be written

Charles Leclerc | CL16

🕰️ Burnt pan shenanigans

🕰️ Hunting Affections (with MV1)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Epilogue

🕰️ Initial Start

🕰️ So Unaware

🕰️ I’m your what?

🕰️ Was it all a dream

Daniel Ricciardo | DR3

To be written

George Russell | GR63

🕰️ I hate you, right?

🕰️ Caffeine of Choice

Logan Sergeant | LS2

To be written

Lando Norris | LN4

🕰️ A Rivalry Misunderstood

🕰️ Lunch Preferences

🕰️ Part 2: After Lunch Snacks

🕰️ Are you my Sugar Mommy?

🕰️ Caffein of Choice

🕰️Off Track Pace (with MV1)

🕰️ Part 2: Gear Shift Failure

🕰️ Off Time

🕰️ On the Defence

🕰️ Playing Offense

🕰️ The Tip Off (with MV1)

⏳Business Politics

Lewis Hamilton | LH44

⏳Clash of Champions (with MV1) - on hold

Prelude

Act 1

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Act 2

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Max Verstappen | MV1

🕰️ Hunting Affections (with CL16)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Epilogue

⏳ Clash of Champions (with LH44) - on hold

Prelude

Act 1

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Act 2

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

🕰️ Off Track Pace (with LN4)

🕰️ Part 2 : Gear Shift Failure

🕰️ The Tip Off (Off Time Spin Off; With LN4)

🕰️ Take my Advice

Oscar Piastri | OP81

🕰️ Choking on Eclairs

⏳ Not Over the Papaya : Series Masterlist

[cllightning81]

Masterlist

Who I Write For

Taglist Form

F1 Drivers

Max Verstappen [MV1]

Logan Sargeant [LS2]

Daniel Ricciardo [DR3]

Lando Norris [LN4]

Pierre Gasly [PG10]

Andrea Kimi Antonelli [AA12]

Charles Leclerc [CL16]

Lance Stroll [LS18]

Alex Albon [AA23]

Liam Lawson [LL40]

Franco Colapinto [FC43]

Mick Schumacher [MS47]

George Russell [GR63]

Oscar Piastri [OP81]

Oliver Bearman [OB87]

Other Drivers

Arthur Leclerc [AL12]

Paul Aron [PA17]

Max Fewtrell

Series

Younger Sister [OB87 x Norris!Reader]

Dogs [Drivers x Reader]

[slut4verstappen]

Prettied Up

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: NSFW -> sexual foreplay, fingering & mirror sex.

ft. max verstappen, charles leclerc, carlos sainz & oscar piastri.

Summary: you and lando are getting ready to go to dinner with carlos and max when he sees you doing your makeup in the mirror, he decides to eat you out while you do your makeup. 

Y/N [curly hair]: fantasise whomever you want, go crazy.

y/n is dusky with curly hair, has piercings and wears rings. 

Y/N and Lando were getting ready for dinner with Carlos, Max, Oscar, and Charles. We were in Monaco for a few weeks, and we wanted to get together before the Silverstone Grand Prix. I stood at the mirror, starting my makeup, while Lando was in the shower.

“Ughhhh!” I sulk in front of the mirror, trying to fix up my curls, but my hair just isn’t hairing like it’s supposed to.

I spent so much of my morning washing and doing my tedious curl routine just for my curls to look somewhat fucking mediocre—or at least, that’s what I thought.

“Y/N , can you hand me that towel, please?” he asks, his finger pointing through the shower curtain. I walk over to the towel and hand it to him, quickly returning to my mirror, still frustrated.

Lando comes behind me and wraps his arms around my stomach, laying his head on my shoulder.

“Lando, you’re getting my dress all wet,” I say, pushing him off me slightly.

“That’s not too bad, though, right—” he says, hugging me from behind again. This time, his hands trail to my bare waist. “dress will dry…” he murmurs, reaching up and cupping my breast.

“Lando,” I warn, watching him run his hands all over my body in the mirror. “I’m trying to do my makeup and fix my hair,” I say, blending out my eyeshadow and trying to shake off the goosebumps. I can feel myself throbbing in need as I take a deep breath.

“You gettin’ all prettied up to fuck me?” he teases, slipping on his underwear and then his pants. I grin and turn around. “Lando, stop making me—”

He steps closer and grabs my jaw. “Stop making you what?” he asks in a husky voice, his grip soft but commanding enough to make my knees buckle weak.

I look up at him with wide, pleading eyes, and he lets me go.

“Can I make you feel good, baby? Give you a little reward after all , your hair isn’t helping me right now it looks so good ...”

“For what?” I ask quietly.

“You deserve it... but keep gettin’ prettied up for me, Y/N.”

He gets down on his knees in front of me, a ballsy rare move from him. It’s always me on my knees for him—was he really going to do this with no returns at all? His hands fiddle with the button on my zip, unzipping the backless dress i picked up last week,  and pulling them down to my ankles before completely removing them. His eyes trail up to mine, and he places a soft kiss on my lower waist.

“Keep doing your makeup. Don’t watch me,” he instructs, pulling my underwear off and tossing them aside. Without hesitation, his mouth quickly attaches to my clit. I gasp, my head tilting back involuntarily. He taps the back of my thighs, urging me to keep working on my makeup.

Trying to line my lips with all this pleasure is impossible. As in respectfully, fuck the makeup.

“Oh my—god, Lando...” I moan as my legs begin to shake. I can’t focus on just my makeup; the image of him pumping his fingers in and out of my wet pussy while his mouth eating my clit is overwhelming. “I’m gonna cum, Lando! Oh my fucking god...” I cry, grinding my hips on his face.

“Mmm, yeah, grind my face, i’m looking at you in the mirror right now Y/N. You’re so good, Cum all over me,” he groans. I continue grinding my hips, my release building with each movement. With a final cry, my legs jerk as I cum all over his face.

Luckily, I managed to finish my makeup. It doesn’t look exactly how I wanted it to, but it’s good enough, I mean I got it done while being eaten out after all.

“Lando! Y/N, come on! We have to leave!” Carlos yells from the other side of the door. In a hurry, I pull my pants back on while Y/N pulls up her lacey undie and slips onto to her dress and finishes getting ready.

“Don’t let your curls affect you too much, baby,” he says with a smirk. “We still have dinner to eat—and then, you can have me.”

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

[jellycrusher]

Wolves and Lambs: Part 3

Alpha Max Verstappen x Omega fem!driver

Genre: Series, Omega verse, Enemies to Lovers, Romance, Eventual smut

Synopsis: Male Alphas are the ones who dominate motor sports all around the world, especially Formula 1. It is a well known fact. Females in general nor Female Omegas are never heard nor encouraged to join the sport since the 1950s. Well, up until now...

Word Count: 3.9k

Chapter’s Premise: "You are his mate."

Taglist: @laura-naruto-fan1998 @fanboyluvr @giffywiffy3408 @notyouraveragemochii @cmleitora @exotic-iris13 @topguncultleader @mirrorball-6 @barcelonaloverf1life @silscintilla

Parts: W&L masterlist / general masterlist

"Mom, how did you know Dad was The One?"

"I just knew. Your dad was a mighty Alpha, someone who commands attention and respect with every step. Out of everyone I've dated, his pheromones were the only one that affected me to such great extent. Turns out he felt the same way with my pheromones."

"Pheromones?"

"Oh my dear y/n. My sweetheart. Someday you'll know in your heart when you meet the right person."

The sound of the V6 engine. Crowds going wild. The feeling of starting on the front row. Red lights go one by one. It's a rush. Nothing can beat this.

Max was quick to snatch the lead from you on Turn 1. Charles also proved he was a tough act to beat. Ferrari's car was faster on the straights but Aston Martin has amazing rear grip during high speed corners.

And for this track with 4 long straights, fast straight line speed was needed. Even with DRS to assist you, you couldn't keep up with Charles. It was degrading your tire too much.

By lap 35, you descended to P12 after a horrific slow pit stop of 3.4 secs. The pressure got to you and you were about to radio-in your frustration but you were also quick to clear your mind.

Y/N: "What is the gap to the car ahead, Ben?!" Ben: "Albon ahead by 2 secs, then Gasly by 4 secs." Y/N: "All on old tires?"

Ben: "Confirm."

You quickly maneuvered your way on the first chicane going on the inside, easily overtaking Albon and Gasly. You gave everything that you can to battle it out with the Mercedes pair. Russell locked up and you took this opportunity to go for wide and overtake. You were in DRS range of Hamilton during the straight and you went for it as you both take the corner.

The remaining laps felt like an eternity. The confidence you had on your car the past few days didn't translate to today's race. Pre-season testing and Qualifying laps were different. Back then, you were getting a feel on the car without actually pushing it to the limit. But now? It's like getting an expensive exclusively tailored running shoe and using it for a marathon after only practicing with it for a few days.

Everyone had their difficulties on the first track of the season since this will be the first time these cars will be tested against each other's. These are experienced drivers. Driving in F2 compared to this is a whole different story.

And then the race ended much quicker than you've anticipated.

As much as you wanted a podium on your first race, it didn't happen. You were grateful to have gotten the pole position during qualifying but you repeat to yourself that P5 on your first race isn't bad. You could've given more but you aren't attuned to the car just yet. It'll get there.

You halt your car at parc ferme along with the other drivers. As you crawl and lift yourself up out the cockpit, the other drivers went on to congratulate you. Pierre and Alex were so quick to put their arm on your shoulders after you removed your helmet and balaclava.

"That was some amazing driving!"

"You got some moves, y/l/n!"

Both cheered at the same time and Pierre even rustled your hair. Yuki and Esteban joined them in congratulating you. Even the elder drivers such as Lewis and Fernando were amused at the camaraderie you've built with the other drivers.

Max was also able to notice your closeness with the other drivers from where he was standing. He had already celebrated with his mechanics and is just waiting at the side to wait for his turn while Carlos is being interviewed for finishing third.

He doesn't usually make a lot of effort to befriend any rookie but it left a bad taste on his tongue knowing that he's the only one you're not in good terms with. His friends are a good judge of characters and seems to be enjoying your company. Being the competitive person that he is, surely it won't be that hard to make you see him as a friend.

After the podium celebration and media commitments, you were summoned back to the hospitality and had a debriefing with the whole team. Datas upon datas are presented on the screen. The team discussed what worked and what didn't work during the whole race weekend.

Fernando praised how technically involved you are with the team for the car's development. In this line of work, you can't be too critical of yourself or else, it might even negatively affect your performance. P5 was a feat worth celebrating.

You ask Megan if you could stay for a bit inside the room to re-watch your race. Your notebook is your only company while you endlessly analyze every bit of your race.

It was enlightening and relaxing after an hour of working alone in the de-briefing room of the Aston Martin hospitality. You bid goodbye to the other mechanics and engineers that were still in the garage and walked across the paddock to your car.

You see, in the paddock, all hospitalities are arranged closest to farthest from the entrance based on your place in the championship last season. It's a given that the race leaders (Red Bull, Ferrari, and Mercedes) are the ones near the entrance. The midfield teams and back markers are at the end

A real Walk of Shame.

But with Alonso's and Lance's help last year, Aston Martin has now become part of the mid-field and a contender for being frontrunner.

You passed by the Ferrari hospitality when you heard Charles' voice calling out your name. He runs to catch up to you and matches your pace.

"Didn't expect you to stay behind as well." Charles called.

"I wasn't satisfied with my performance." You huffed.

"That was one of the best rookie performances on an opening race I've seen so far. Don't be too hard on yourself." He voiced. "Have fun! It's nerve-wracking but one of the best experiences you'll ever feel." Charles pats your head gently.

"You're right. I'm actually having fun looking at the reactions of the boys whenever I beat them." You joked.

"As harsh as it sounds, I'm glad there's a healthy rivalry between you and the grid. Anyways, how will you get back to the hotel?" Charles asked.

"I brought a car. How about you?"

Charles just grinned and chuckled without saying a word. As if waiting for a response.

You come to a realization on what he was hinting. "Do you want to hitch a ride with me?"

Charles did a poor attempt of a wink and did a thumbs-up gesture. You almost snorted in amusement because the man could not wink properly at all. Thank God, he's good-looking.

"As long as I'm driving." You suggest and Charles hitched a breath. "No arguments or else, I'm leaving you here." You looked around at an almost empty paddock.

He contemplated for a minute. "Fine. Just for the record, I am against this and I wanted to be a gentlemen. You owe me a car ride but next time, you're my passenger." Charles gave in and didn't insist.

"Deal."

The drive to the hotel was short but it didn't feel awkward at all. Charles was such a goofball especially when he opened the window and stuck his head out to scream. Clearly, he was on a high for bagging a podium.

There was a brief moment where you and Charles' eyes met. It was actually comforting, rather than awkward. He was comfortable being goofy around you and you were grateful that somehow this moment made you forget how you were beating yourself up because of the race result.

Charles turns up the speaker after he connects it to his phone and even invites you to sing out loud to As It Was by Harry Styles. He bobs his head so hard and screamed every lyrics out the window. You've seen the reactions of some of the people you've passed by. They're either weirded out by a strange man screaming his lungs out or amazed after they've recognized that it was the Charles Leclerc.

A crowd of people were waiting outside the hotel, screaming and cheering when you and Charles arrived at the hotel lobby. Charles waved at them and you dropped the car key to the valet. His fans were screaming his name in a deafening manner.

Charles walked towards them to sign a few merch items that the fans were holding out.

Somebody screamed out your name and it made you stop in your tracks from entering the lobby. It didn't occur to you that you would have fans this early in the season. You were just a rookie. Still a nobody.

Charles also called out your name and pointed at your fans when you turned.

Two small kids and their mom were screaming your name, beaming with joy. As you go near them, you stretched out your hand to take the shirt they're holding that visibly shows your number.

The kid was so adorable when she saw you signing her shirt. She was grinning from ear to ear, bouncing up and down while tugging her mother's shirt.

"She's a massive fan. She said she wanted to be like you when she grows up." Her mother leans slightly forward to whisper.

"Thank you so much! That's such a high honor." You replied as you knelt down and ruffled the kid's hair. "Did you watch my race?"

The kid aggressively nods. "Yes. You were great! I couldn't take my eyes off you from the screen. I promise to watch your race every time!"

"Well, then I promise that you have something worth watching for." You hand back the shirt to the kid and stood up.

Charles was done taking photos and signing stuff for the fans at the same time you were walking back to the lobby.

"Thanks for the ride! I enjoyed it." Charles turns to you after entering the lobby.

"Just rate your Uber Driver 5 stars please." You chuckle. "I enjoyed it too. You're my favorite passenger so far."

Charles was about to talk but was cut by Carlos who suddenly appeared beside him, arms crossed on his chest. You notice that he wasn't aware of your presence yet.

"Hey Charles! Why did I hear from your manager that you refused to use the car back to the hotel? You left it in the parking lot at the --"

Carlos choked at the sudden slap on his back by Charles. "Really? I wasn't aware that we had a car for me." Charles nervously muttered.

The poor man was confused at Charles' deflection but realized straight away when he noticed you watching the two of them. He stood straight up and waved at you.

"Hey Carlos! I brought back your partner in one piece. He hitched a ride with me." You cackled.

"Did he go crazy again? Turned up your speakers on max?" he asks.

"YES! He was a great passenger though." You beamed.

"Hear that? I was a 5-star passenger." Charles puffed out his chest.

"Yes, yes. Mate, you're late for dinner." Carlos said as he pats Charles' shoulder.

"Oh right!" Charles gasped. "Thank you again for the ride. If you need a driver, don't hesitate to contact me. Okay?" he adds as he slowly walk away with Carlos. You nod and gleamed in return.

It was a peaceful walk back to your room. The thrill of your first F1 race was slowly dying down. You weren't as dejected as you were a few minutes ago. Thanks to all the people who were supporting you.

Your phone buzzed as you exit the elevator. You pull it out from your pocket and saw an unexpected name.

HE WHO MUST BE AVOIDED AT ALL TIMES: Hi Y/n! I just would like to congratulate you for a great race. I saw some of the highlights in the cooldown room.

Aston Martin Y/N: Thank you Max. You too, congratulations on P1!

HE WHO MUST BE AVOIDED AT ALL TIMES: So I guess you also have a team dinner?

Aston Martin Y/N: Just a simple one here at the hotel. Nothing too fancy.

Aston Martin Y/N: I'm sure Red Bull would celebrate your win.

HE WHO MUST BE AVOIDED AT ALL TIMES: I didn't want to but Christian insisted. They've started to open the champagnes. Checo also brought some tequila.

Aston Martin Y/N: Tequila as a post-race reward actually sounds good right now

You assumed that was the end of your conversation but it also surprised you that it continued to go on. You were even replying to his messages during your team dinner.

Max was surprisingly easy to talk to. He could throw very hilarious jokes and even shared some memes with you that some fans have made from the Bahrain GP. The one that got you on a chokehold was a meme of George during the driver's parade. A true meme king. You almost snorted out your nose the water you were drinking while you were checking your phone.

Your constant exchange of banters with Max went on even during the two week break until the Saudi Arabia Grand Prix. You haven't yet talked to him personally outside of the phone conversations. It was easier this way. If only his scent wasn't a cause of your torment, you and Max could even be better friends.

Good thing that almost all of the drivers were so busy with media commitments come Wednesday of the Saudi Arabia GP. Even if you enjoy being text mates with Max, you still felt the need to avoid him.

In contrast with what you feel, you find yourself checking your phone almost every hour to see if you've gotten a message. It was quiet.

"How many times have I seen you checking your phone today? Are you waiting for a text?" Oscar asks as he walks with you through the paddock.

"Nah. I don't know. Kinda feels weird my phone is quiet. Must be busy." You murmured. "I heard Lando saying that you have New York Cheesecake for dessert. Can you spare some for me? Steal some from the Mclaren hospitality? Pretty please?" You hide your phone in your pocket and gestured puppy eyes at Oscar while tugging his shirt.

"Geez, you're such a sweet tooth. Fine, I'll steal some and deliver it to your garage later." Oscar replied. He effortlessly leans his arm on your head and teases you.

"Thanks Mom!" You skipped in joy.

"You have to stop calling me that. If that gets out, the people in the internet will surely start making memes of me as Mom Piastri." He jokes.

"That doesn't sound too bad, Mom." You teased the Australian Driver.

Max just got out of the Red Bull hospitality with his physio when he quickly noticed the two of you meters away from him. He takes note of how often he sees you in such a sunny disposition with the other drivers. He wanted to take out his phone and text you right then but was interrupted when his physio called him out.

It's finally race week!

The pace of your car was wonderful during FP1 and FP2 on the first day. There were no issues and the car was enjoyable to drive. You always land in P2 to P4, and it made you confident going into FP3, qualifying and the race.

However, something felt a bit odd on the second day.

Y/N: "There's a bit of a smell. A strange smell coming from the car. Is something wrong?" Ben: "Okay, we'll have a look." Y/N: "Doesn't feel different when driving but can you please double check?" Ben: "Nothing's coming up on our monitors. You can continue." Y/N: "Copy."

This started during FP3 but thankfully, you were able to finish it with no issues.

During Q1, things started to reach a decrescendo. Even the commentators were starting to get uneasy with how many reports you were giving back to your engineer.

Y/N: "My downshifts are really, really bad." Ben: "Standby." Y/N: "They're just super long. The whole downshift procedure." Ben: "Is there a specific corner?" Y/N: "The last corner is fucked up."

What happened on Q2 was the one that takes the cake. It ended your qualifying stint before you even had the chance to get everything out of the car.

Y/N: "Uhh I have a problem. Engine. Engine Problem. It's almost not accelerating." Ben: "Ok. Understood y/n. Well, we'll do what we can. We're happy for you to try and limp home, if possible."

"Traumatic twist that no one saw coming. The dominant Aston Martin car could not complete Qualifying. and y/n will have to fight through from 15th at best." Brundle commentates.

You went back to the hotel feeling dejected and almost wanted to stay cooped up in your room but the boys were so eager for you to join them for a short game night.

The boys were so chaotic playing Overcooked 2 in Lando's room. Yuki and Pierre were screaming at each other on whether they should throw the burgers their avatars were holding or place it on the counter, while Lando and Alex were bickering and laughing while they figure out how to maneuver their avatars.

"I could use some stress reliever. Thank you." You said as you nudge Oscar's side.

"We all needed it." Oscar replies.

Oscar was quick to react when a knock was heard on the door. He ran to get it and came back with Charles and Max following behind.

"Max, such a surprise to see you here!" Alex calls out Max while his eyes are still glued to the screen.

"I begged for him to come." Charles gleefully pats Max's chest and sat beside Alex.

Max sees you standing on the other side of the bed near Pierre and Yuki. You wave at him and he waves back. This was the first time you've interacted with him this weekend.

The first game ended and the boys gave the controllers to the rest of the group. Oscar sat beside you while Charles and Max sat together.

Charles suggested that they change teammates since Charles and Max's team usually wins during game night. As a handicap, Charles would be your teammate and Oscar would be with Max.

You laugh at the suggestion because when Oscar sat down beside Max, he reverted back to his introverted self. He wasn't as close with Max unlike with the others. He looked like a scared little lamb.

Charles was hilarious all throughout the game. He was even more riled up than you. You let him shout the steps to you while you concentrate on finishing the tasks.

Oscar was doing good with Max. They were bickering like kids but they were able to finish the task better than you and Charles. Max was now standing and focusing on the screen like nothing else mattered.

Everyone was basically cheering and screaming at this point. It wouldn't be a surprise if somebody reported a noise complaint.

At the end of the night, everyone bid goodbye to Lando and Oscar and walked back to the elevator together.

"I'm glad you had fun." Max whispers as he leans closer to you. Both of you were at the back of the group.

"I didn't expect for you to join us but I'm glad you did. Now we have the right amount of people to play the game." You replied.

"Oh right..." Max pauses. "Well, I'm glad I came."

Everyone got in the elevator with you being the last one to enter. The boys were still chatting with each other as you were looking at the screen at the side which says the floor. It dinged on the next floor and a group of five entered.

The other 6 drivers were now quiet while the five strangers were chatting. All of you got pushed back and you were now leaning hard against Max who was behind you.

You try your best not to be nervous at the sudden close proximity between you and the dutch driver. Your body burns at the sensation of his hands at your waist trying to steady you after you waddle out of balance when another person got inside the elevator, further pushing you against Max.

Max noticed a sweet scent within the elevator. Probably from the other people who just came in, he thought. However, when his face got close to backside of your neck, the scent got stronger. He can't help but be drawn to the succulent scent you're emitting from your nape.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt Max's breath brush against your skin. You could almost feel Max's chest purring against your back.

Max's scent was also starting to change and you were the only one to notice it. The scent emitting from him was sweet and musky. You could almost whimper at how ambrosial it smells. There was no sense of fear, but pure elation.

The other drivers were blissfully unaware of the tension building up between you and Max as they chat away with the others. You also see Charles joking around with Alex and Pierre.

Max felt your knees buckle slightly and his hands that were on your waist steadies you. Unaware of his surroundings, he continues to take in your delectable scent.

"Stop it, Max..." You whisper, careful not to let anyone else hear you but Max.

He was getting drunk with your scent. It was making him dizzy and he couldn't get enough of it. Like a bee being attracted to a flower's nectar.

His fingers on either side of your waist were now starting to bore into your skin. His growls were now getting slightly audible. The other drivers faintly heard it and were starting to notice a sweet scent as well but didn’t actually realize those were coming from you two. You gripped his right wrist but it didn't even faze Max.

It took him out of his trance when you nudged his stomach with your elbow after you heard the elevator ding and the strangers exited. You stride to the side beside Yuki, and Max steps away opposite to you.

No one could describe what happened between you and Max in that elevator. It left the both of you flushed and panting. Your minds lingering on each other's touch. Eyes glued to each other's gaze.

One by one, the drivers stopped at their respective floors. Leaving you and Max to be the last one left in the elevator. Max's eyes never left you. You avoid his gaze and frantically pressed the elevator button.

Max makes his way to you and slaps his hand on the wall next to you, pinning you in position by his proximity. Completely towering over you.

"Care to explain what happened?" Max grumbled, fighting through his daze.

"I don't know what you mean." You whimpered.

"I'm not stupid. Your smell..." Max slowly leans his face near the crook of your neck. He growls under his breath after one whiff of your scent. "Unlike any pheromones I've smelled."

Max was now burying his face in your neck. You notice the screen on the wall about to stop on your floor. "Max!" You push him slightly, freeing yourself away from him.

You stepped out of the elevator, fighting for your life to stay sane and not get affected by Max's scent. Max's eyes were droopy and his lips were glistening.

Max had no control over his body. He was frustrated that he wasn't able to stop you from fleeing away from him. The farther you ran away, the more his daze faded. The doors of the elevator were now closed and continued to ride up the building.

He knew exactly what had happened. He heard about this from Checo and his parents. There was no denying that you were an Omega and the reason why the both of you had felt that way earlier was because the two of you were fated to meet.

You are his mate.

Next part: Part 4

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warnings: SMUT! alot of smut, like alot. basically anything you might imagine is in this

everything under the cut is NOT for minors!!

max :

- tries to hide his possessiveness but once he learns how much you enjoy how he acts when jealous, he decides that he’ll be a-lot less nonchalant about making sure the paddock knows you belong to him. hell do this by leaving hickeys and bruises all over your body when its just you two alone together, he enjoys seeing the purple and red marks form and grow darker as the hours go by and seeing how your face flushes with embarrassment when people notice them or when they’re visible in pictures.

- SIZEKINK!!!!!! god, max loves how much bigger he is than you, how one of his hands perfectly wraps around your neck with ease. this also means his cock stretches you out so much it leaves you feeling like you’ve been ripped in half. he loves the way your eyes glisten and sparkle as his large and strong figure hovers over you, cock deep in your fucked-out throat. it makes him feel so unbelievably powerful when he can manhandle you as if you were just a doll.

- ^ following that, he absolutely adores the way you cling onto him whether it be while you both are walking around or laid up close together in bed. he loves how little room you take up compared to him and he feels a desire to protect you with all he has. hell wrap you into his arm while holding the back of your head with the other. its moments like these which he feels most genuine with you.

charles:

- will spoil the everliving shit out of you. he loves the way you try to refuse and smile at the gifts and gestures but he knows deep down its more than you could ever ask from him. he loves to show you off as his partner and absolutely worships you as his. he could never look at another person the way he looks at you. nobody could ever compare to your beautiful essence. when he’s with you he feels like he’s won everything there is to win in life, you’re his greatest prize and he would give up the world to make you happy.

- he’s the type to wait until marriage, but oh boy its so unbelievably worth it. you learn throughout your relationship the things that he wants to try and well it doesn’t take too long after your honeymoon for you both to be fucking like rabid rabbits. you’re making frequent trips to your local sex toy shop as he loves the way your body (and his) reacts to new sensations and experiences

- he absolutely fucking loves being dominated. he will beg you for hours to be touched, when you’re away from each other he sends you pictures and videos of himself begging for your help with cumming. he wants to be bitched out until he cries, he wants to be your pathetic cum whore and will do anything to please who he belongs to. he will beg you to sit on his face and let him eat you out until you cant form a coherent sentence, and then proceed to fuck your brains out even more because he loves to watch his cum trickle out of your pussy.

oscar:

- a shy boy, he isn’t very open about how dirty and filthy his thoughts can be as he wants to keep a considerable reputation for himself but the closer you get to him the more you find out how badly he wants you to absolutely ruin his body with pleasure. he’s open to anything and everything. he loves it all, he will never complain about anything you do to him as he sees his purpose is to please you and make you happy. while under no hesitation he will be your bitch, he enjoys corrupting your mind and making you a total mess of yourself. he knows exactly what to say, where to touch, how to fuck, absolutely everything about your body he has memorized as well as he knows how to drive.

- when he feels dominant, he has no intent of holding back. he will fuck the life out of you for 13 hours straight, because 12 isn’t nearly enough for him. he isn’t satisfied until he’s made you cum however many times he feels like it. you being the tease you are, on nights where you wear particular clothes or act in certain ways with the intent of doing this to yourself, you may end up cumming up to 30 times that night, or maybe not even at all. it all depends on his mood and what he thinks you deserve.

- after you experience the wrath of him, he is the most soft and gentle lover towards you. the second you give off an energy or use your safe word, he will stop everything he does and asks what the problem is and what you need in that moment. he will do absolutely anything for you. he would more than happily carry you to a warm and relaxing bath, if you request him to leave he will do just that but otherwise he will be sitting with you, hell offer to gentle wash your body and lovingly scrub & massage your hair with your favourite products. he will cook for you or order whatever food you desire and will do absolutely everything it takes to ensure you’re taken care of and as happy as can be.

lando:

- you never know what to expect from Lando. some days he’s going to cling onto you like your baby and need to be held and kisses every second of the day, but other times he has no problem bending you over any and every surface and taking away every one of your abilities to function. on the days he spends wanting every ounce of your attention, he will genuinely do whatever it takes whether its creeping up behind you while you’re cooking or working. kissing your neck and touching your body in a seductive and teasing manner, or actively pulling you away from whatever task it is you’re doing and fucking you ruthlessly right there and then. he enjoys the way your body reacts to him, its almost as if you both need each other to function.

- one of his favourite things to do during a race weekend is to send you dirty texts throughout the day, whether its during a meeting, in the garage or walking throughout the paddock. he loves the way you instantly will send him either a picture of how much his words affect you, or you try for the entire day to get a moment with him alone to show you how desperately you need him to act on the things he was saying in the texts. he knows your body is his and his only and its so incredibly hot to him how much control he has over you.

- much like max, he also has a sizekink. he just absolutely fucking adores the way he hovers over you, or the way his hands take up most of the surface area of your ass. he loves abusing and stretching out all of your tight holes. it leaves him in absolute shock the way your insides clench around this thick cock, theres no other feeling than that. when he has a hard or bad day, all he can think about is going home and creating a destructive mess out of you. he loathes about the way your body moves on his, the lucrative sounds that come our of your pathetic mouth and how he wants to muffle them either with his thick fingers or his cock.

A/N: AAAAAAA OMG! i hope u guys enjoy these!! i tried so so hard as this is my first time writing content for formula one!! please leave any feedback you desire!!

[canyouiimagine]

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Y'all know I can be a little lazy so... I will be updating this in the next few days 👀 but I absolutely love these fics and I want to say a big thank you to the people that wrote them 🫶🏾🩶.

@non-stop-imagines

❤︎ Cute (CL16 x Black Fem Content Creator!Reader) In which Charles thinks you're really cute and it gets annoying. ❤︎ Repeat That | 0 | I.1 | I.2 (MV1 x Black Content Creator!Reader) ❤︎ Handled (DR3 x Black Actress!Reader) ❤︎ Calm Down (OP81 x Black Fem!Reader) Oscar has his own ways of calming his you down. ❤︎ Valentine (LN4 x Hamilton!Reader) In which Lando falls hard and you don't know what to do.

@serpenttines

❤︎ Clarity | II (CL16 x Black Mean Girl!Reader) Charles is a taken man, so when he starts having feeling for another woman things get complicated. especially since y/n isn't known for being the nicest person. ❤︎ Play To Win (ex!CL16, LH44 x Black!Reader) You don't know what game Charles was playing at, but you wanted needed to win. ❤︎ Call It Crazy | II (LH44 x ex Black!Reader) "you can say I'm crazy, if you want to that's true i'm crazy 'bout you" | "baby, when you finally, get to love somebody. guess what, It's gonna be me"

@saintslewis

❤︎ The Motherland (Platonic F1 Grid (not all) x Black Driver!Reader / LH44 x Black Driver!Reader) In which reader takes the f1 pilots to experience her culture and the beautiful country that is South Africa. ❤︎ Pink + White (CL16 x Black DJ!Reader) In which your relationship with Charles gets exposed so you decide to just hard launch. ❤︎ Get You (LN4 x Black!Reader) Joining a specific group of YouTubers on their channel wasn't something you'd envisioned for yourself but your friend, Ria, managed to get you into Quadrant. How Lando reacts is for you to keep reading 🤭 For OC readers: ❤︎ Renaissance (LH44 x fem!oc) The Browns and the Hamiltons have been neighbours for many years, Nadia and their oldest son, Lewis, not being as close as the families had hoped they would be. Years later, everyone drifts apart into different neighbourhoods, some others becoming one of the best drivers to ever grace the sport of Formula One however being a man of his stature, fame came along with it and so did the scandals. Can a fake marriage to a complete stranger help keep his image alive? let’s find out!

@thisismeracing

❤︎ King of manifesting (CL16 x Black Singer!Reader) You've been secretly dating Charles for a while, but fans can't believe it when the rumors start to go around. What do you mean a vroom-vroom Ferrari guy is dating their idol? ❤︎ All Because I Liked A Boy | II ( CL16 x Black Singer!Reader) Yn fell in love with Charles and secretly dated him for almost a year. She didn't consider, however, how fans would react seeing they used to love and still stan Charles' past relationship. What happens when their hidden love gets out in the open?

[rex-rambles]

➤ How F1 Drivers Would React to You Being Lightning McQueen and Sally for Halloween

featuring: liam lawson, lando norris, max verstappen, logan sargeant, oscar piastri, daniel ricciardo, and charles leclerc

wc: 1.1 k

warnings: none :)

➤ MASTERLIST

➤ Liam Lawson: 

↳ Obviously very, very down with the idea. Probably has already planned it at some point, hell, you might have just barely beaten him to bringing it up.

↳ This man will not skimp out on some Spirit Halloween nonsense, he is going all out, from a professionally made rust-eze jacket (that he may or may not have had already on hand for this exact situation), picked out the right shade of blue for your outfit, and got the hats done professionally.

↳ When it comes to actual Halloween? Will not leave your side so everyone can see that you are, in fact, Lightning McQueen and Sally, and will force you to take a hundred pictures of him and then the two of you together to post everywhere and show everyone.

↳ It's going to be hard to get him to take off that jacket once all the fun is over, but he will keep it tucked away until the next costume party or the next Halloween, in which he will beg you to repeat it. 

➤  Max Verstappen: 

↳ Reluctant but a good sport. He's not a big Halloween guy, nor does he understand the need to dress up as an adult, but for you, he'll do it, with a few exceptions. It's just a red t-shirt and the hat with the eyes, no extra logos or anything flashy. He wears the hat backwards all night, so people only really see him walk away get the outfit.

↳ He'd picked out some nice little blue dress for you to wear as Sally, something practical that you could wear out again, because if Max is paying good money for something like this, he wants you to be able to wear it more than once. 

↳ Would probably get drunk enough that he'd start saying 'Kachow', or make fast car noises. 

➤  Logan Sargeant:

↳ Seeing as he's one of the few drivers who probably grew up celebrating Halloween, Logan would go all out. Much like Liam, he'd get you both proper costumes, plan a Cars movie night, and load up on Halloween candy to hand out for the actual 31st. 

↳ Now, if he was back on an F1 team (I miss him on the track), he would hesitate to wear a costume to a race. Being the only American has already made for some difficulties, so he'd feel a bit silly about going in costume, even if the race was in America. If you really pushed him, he would and play it off, but he'd rather not. 

↳ I also feel like he'd be a great Halloween party host. He'd decorate, he'd get great snacks, and he would curate a great Halloween playlist for everyone. Cozy night-in vibes, but still happy to have people around. If this occurred during his F1 days, he would absolutely enforce a costume rule, and encourage everyone to show up in costume, or get the teams to come in group costumes.

➤  Oscar Piastri: 

↳ Into it. As one of the younger guys on the grid, he not only grew up watching Cars, but he also has absolutely no qualms with dressing up for Halloween. Would, however, probably just DIY it rather than pay for the costume. He'd help you find printouts for the eyes on the hats and the different logos, all while watching the different Cars movies. 

↳ If a race ended up being on Halloween? I can guarantee he would walk into the paddock in costume, and he would play it up all day, much to Liam's jealousy. If he were to win said race? You would never hear the end of it, and he would probably refer to his trophy as his Piston Cup.

 

➤  Lando Norris:

↳ Less enthusiastic, but still more than happy to go along. His couple costume ideas I feel would be a bit basic, so when you suggest Lightning McQueen and Sally, he's happy to play along. 

↳ Orders everything online a week ahead of Halloween and then stresses that it won't arrive on time, even though he paid for the extra shipping. May not wear the hat on Halloween if he's having a good hair day. You'd feel weird wearing the hat when he isn't, so if you also abandon it, Lando is more than happy to be wrapped around you all night so people can still figure out what the costume is. 

↳ The Rust-Eze t-shirt would become a regular in his workout cycle, weathering it just enough by next Halloween that you'd consider repeating the costume, but Lando would argue since you picked Lightning McQueen and Sally, he gets to pick the next costume. 

➤  Daniel Ricciardo:

↳ Would make you go as Lightning McQueen, and he would be either Mater or Sally. He would argue that you'd look better in red, and he would teasingly suggest getting one of those revealing costumes online, but he'd never actually order one. You'd want to DIY it, and Daniel would try and help, though I feel like his arts and crafts skills wouldn't be as good as Oscar's.

↳ Confuses everyone with the costume, considering he's walking around in a pale blue t-shirt and a backwards hat of the same colour, like Max, until he shows you off in your red dress and Rust-Eze jacket.

↳ Would make a ridiculous amount of car jokes/puns the entire night about you 'revving his engine' and things like that. 

↳ Of the racers, would be one of the ones who wants to spend Halloween handing out candy, watching the reactions of kids at the door to both of you dressed up. You cannot tell me this man wouldn't go all out for it, either: he would be one of the full sized chocolate bar houses, and he probably would let the kids take as many as they want.

➤  Charles Leclerc:

↳ As a Ferrari driver? More than happy to dawn his red fireproofs and pretend to be Lightning McQueen, but when you tell him that it isn't a real costume, and he needs to actually dress up? Less enthusiastic. You finally settle on him in his fireproofs and a red hat that has the eyes on it, but he surprises you with a pale blue fireproof suit decorated to look like Sally, only if Sally were with Ferrari. Refuses to have you go around advertising a 'competitor', and almost calls off the costume when he finds out Sally is supposed to be a Porsche. 

↳ Wears the hat to a race if it's on Halloween, and it ends up getting passed around the Ferrari paddock for multiple photoshoots.

↳ Leo goes as Mater, because Leo obviously has to be included in the costume. 

a/n: it might be January, but there's always time to think about Halloween.

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pairing: lando norris x student y/n reader (she/her)

genre: social media au

warnings: brief mentions of substances & sex but apart from that all fluff

summary: in which you wake up in a mystery bedroom with a mystery tattoo and a not so mystery headache

a/n: sorry sorry sorry lando norris is my guilty pleasure anyone else ? 🤫 this is me redeeming myself after my charles fic where i made him evil

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friend1 such an awful pic of me

yourusername u r hott

yoursister hope you dont get too drunk tonight

yourusername i would never!

yoursister so proud of u

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f1updates lando norris seen out in a nightclub in monaco tonight!

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user3 omg drunk lando incominggg

user4 omg i wonder if the rest of the grid are out too

user5 he's so hot

user6 what i would do to be in that club tonight

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landonorris posted stories

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maxverstappen1 who are these girls lando hahaha

landonorris dont know😊

landonorris come meet us ar rhe club

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f1updates lando norris spotted clubbing tonight in monaco again this time with an unknown girl on his arm!

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user10 WHAT THE HELL

user11 who is she wtf

user12 hahahah go on lando

user13 this & max's story has sent me to an esrly grave

user14 i just looked at max's story thanks to you

user13 i am so sorry

user15 why is my man kissing another girl in the club rn

landonorris posted a story

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maxverstappen1 WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU GUYS GONE

landonorris not sure!

oscarpiastri oh this will be funnyyy tomorrow

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yourusername he said his car go zoom or wtvrrr

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maxverstappen1 dont tag me in this im not involved

yourusername liar ur a tequila whore!

maxverstappen1 ALSO IS THAT TATTOOS

yourbff the tattoos just sobered me up

oscarpiastri im locking lando up after this

landonorris the girlies are mad about the tattoos

yourusername I TOLD YOU!!!

landonorris where are you baby

yourusername lay on ur sofa to be honest

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landonorris anyways

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user21 no way

user22 who would've thought

yourbff LOL

maxverstappen1 at least it was worth it i suppose

landonorris what if i told u im the mastermiiiind

yourusername and now ur miiine

maxverstappen1 weird

user23 NOT THE MASTERMIND LYRICS LOL

user24 they r so parents

yourusername pls no dont put that kind of responsibility on us

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