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Requests are open!! all drivers are accepted please do note that I don’t really know how to write smut so I do apologize for it!!

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Anything that involves Toto Wolff with wife reader. Idc, fluff and suggestive. Thanks!! :)

i am so sorry for how long this took!! i hope you like it and if you do have any suggestions let me know :)

being with toto was exhilarating to put simply. Everyone knew him as the big bad Wolf and it wasn’t a bad description of him it just needed a little bit of context.

The Mercedes tables and head sets had often been the brunt of Totos anger and frustration but behind the tough guy facade was a kind hearted husband.

Every now and then especially after a bad race the media loved to make him seem like a villain, but unfortunately this time they chose you.

You had once faced the brunt of how unfair the media could truly be.

Having only just brushed hands with Fred and have given him a small smile the media made it seem like you were out there cheating on toto with his championship rival snitching out the teams secretes for quick hookups.

You were truly blissfully unaware of what was going on as your husband had warned you about the dangers of social media especially as passionate fans would often end up flooding the drivers wife or girlfriends comments or dms if their favorites were not performing.

This was coming from a rather nasty encounter Carmen and Lilah had with fans so you knew better then to search up your name on the internet.

You thought you were safe from the heat of Mercedes not performing well up until a nasty member of the media and a quite loyal Mercedes fan had shoved you hard towards the ground accusing you of being a slut and a whore and why Ferrari were getting better then Mercedes.

Hot tears pricked your eyes, they almost burned like acid. How could he say that, did he not know that you had sworn your life to toto.? your head pounded after just being assaulted and called a slut in the middle of the paddock and then being forced to be the brunt of all the paddock gossip.

You had always vowed to be loyal to toto and to always be honest with any feelings that might come between the two of you

Unfortunately you had broken the second vow, knowing how protective your husband tended to be in normal situations you knew it was best for his PR image and team to not let him know of this incident.

However the wounds you had suffered from the rough fall were rather prominent, you simply decided to tell your husband if he would notice and ask that you had a rather silly fall.

But before all of that you really wanted a nice quiet corner to let out the tears you were holding back. You knew the lack of your presence would not be noticed as toto had a rather long team meeting.

Hastily you made your way to the front of the lady’s bathroom and simply lost it. You let everything out, the pain from the fall the humiliation the insulting words everything. The only thing that was able to muffle your cries so as to not alert anyone was your own hand.

You finally exited the bathroom after what seemed like ages when realistically it wasn’t more than half an hour. It wasn’t long until you retreated into the Mercedes motorhome beyond exhausted and frankly just needing your husband but alas you couldn’t tell him.

With millions of thoughts echoing your mind you slowly let yourself find sleep in the corner of Toto’s room.

Blissfully unaware of what was going to happen.

Toto knew he was a lucky bastard it wasn’t the amount of championship he had that made him come to that conclusion it was the fact that he had you out of all odds. He knew you inside out, knowing when you are well or unwell just by simple actions.

Toto prided himself in his abilities to comfort and protect you. So when he didn’t find you eagerly waiting near his side after the long meeting he knew something was wrong. The two of you were peas in a pod always close, something was surely up.

He made his way out of the motorhome on his way to try and figure out where his wife had wandered off to, he was told by multiple staff that they had last seen you near the ladies bathroom inside the motorhome. Toto simply made his way back inside his room only to find you curled up on the corner.

He chucked a little, just when he thought you couldn’t get any more adorable. His chuckle however was cut short when he noticed the small red cuts around your hands and palms and how your eyes seemed red and irritated not to mention the fact that your lashes were still wet.

He had this feeling that something most definitely had happened to his love and he wasn’t going to spare whosoever had hurt her.

Your sleep was quickly interrupted by your husband who looked rather cross. Without looking at him you quickly wiped your eyes and face jusy to get rid of the signs of your meltdown.

Toto the ever wise fox had noticed. He called you forward and quickly took your hands in his larger ones and simply asked what had happened.

You couldn’t help it, all the tears that you had cried out came back this time even worse. In a blink of an eye you were pulled towards your husbands chest and blubbered what had happened so much for keeping it a secret from him.

You noticed how the German man’s fists were getting more and more tighter almost to the point of it turning red. You knew this wasn’t going to end well and had made him swear that he would not do anything that would hurt him and the teams image.

With an annoyed sign he agreed and simply held you closer, and whispered nothing but angry German curses and how badly he wanted to run into the guy and give him a piece of his mind.

It had been a while since the incident happened, however social media got a whiff of all that occurred and had conducted their own little investigation which lead to the identity and basic information of your assaulter being leaked. You had no clue about this but toto he was having a field day.

Although he had promised you that he wasn’t going to do anything he hired a team of lawyers to sue your attacker named Paul for everything he had done.

Later that day toto held a press conference to bring light to the story and in rather stern terms explain how much he trusted you and how Bull shit the claims of the man were.

News got out of his actions and fans quickly swooned over your husbands reaction.

toto and you were laughing to all the tweets that were coming out saying how much of a protective mother hen toto really was and how fans wished that the both of you would remain ever so happier.

toto was never a villain without a reason, he just needed a little bit of context that’s all. his context came in the shape of you.

oh and toto made sure to permanently ban paul from all circuits 🤭

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would you write a Nando x reader like a longish one where she’s a fan at the British Grand Prix like that’s her home country and all.. and Nando is all annoyed and everything because of the British weather but they fall in love after Nando has to apologise to the reader.. however Nando wants to leave the uk as its weather depresses him carries on all season racing then realises he misses the reader and comes back for her and is like home is where you are blah blah .. I want angst and lots of fluff and comfort.. I never see enough Fernando I need more please 🙏

I am so sorry for how late this is being uploaded!! I really hope you like it :) once again i am so sorry for not posting this sooner.

Let me know if you guys like it and or want a part two :)

British weather, you’ve heard of beach weather or even sweater weather but what you might have not heard off was British weather. Bipolar, Unpredictable and frankly a nuisance.

If there was one thing Fernando Alonso would openly hate and criticize it would be the British weather, something about the cold and gloomy weather never sat right with his Spanish blood, it wasn’t that he wanted it to rain and be cold it was just the way the weather would pull a sad cast over the country pissed Fernando off.

He thrived in the salty Spanish atmosphere always groaning and making up excuses for when Lawrence needed him to come to the UK especially with the production of the new factory. He despised it and once almost semi threatened the older stroll into leaving if he had to visit the UK more than twice a year. That included the British Grand Prix. Let’s just say senior stroll was not pleased with his antics but hey who was he to judge.

Fate was a twisted thing when you come to think of it.

Fernando would never believe you if you would have come up to him months ago and say that he willingly took more than two flights a year to the UK, all for what you may be asking. He was doing it all for love.

The way they met was nothing short of a love story.

It was the British Grand Prix, and she was there eyes trying to capture everything the atmosphere had to offer, she’d work her butt off to finally afford paddock passes. It was her dream come true. A little fun fact about her was that she was painfully patriotic, she was the type of person to cry annually on the queens passing day, she was the type of person who wouldn’t mind giving her two cents whenever someone would dare complain about her country infront if her. She was also the type of person who considered one direction a national treasure and cried when Zayn left the band. she loved her nation and was proud to be British. It wasn’t a surprise that her favorite driver was Sir Lewis Hamilton, it was rather fitting but what was surprising was that her second favorite rather then being George was Fernando. Her friends found that bit rather ironic but alas.

Fernando had spotted her way before her sense even registered that she was far too deep into the paddock way beyond what her day pass allowed her to be, the Spaniards assistant was about to knock some sense into the girl but was stopped by a quick grunt from his boss.

Something captivated Fernando about her, it was almost like she had brought sunshine and brightness in her that she sort off over shadowed the gloomy weather. He liked that about her, Fernando was never shy especially when it came to getting girls number or talking with them but with her he almost was shy, a rather weird feeling for him. He wanted to get her name or her number before she could blend in with the hundreds of fans present. Fate had other plans. Before he would approach her security came to drag her away from the area and also ended up dragging Fernando away from his chance to get to know the girl. He ended up having a faint laugh over his luck.

The race ended up with Lewis winning followed by both Fernando and lance on the podium. It was one of the greatest moments for the team something Fernando would never forget. A double podium would be any teams dream but for a team like Aston Martin it was a miracle. Fernando doesn’t know why he said yes to staying longer in the UK with the team to celebrate the victory the logical part of him thought that it was due to the love he had for his team but a part deep inside of him knew otherwise.

Fernando knew someone was looking out for him when he ended up bumping his Aston Martin into a rather tipsy passerby, who might that passerby be you might be wondering? Well it was none other then the pretty girl Fernando had set his eyes on in the paddock. Fate really had a twisted way of bringing people together. But hey Fernando wasn’t going to complain especially if it brought him to her.

The first thing that registered in her mind was that the fabcy car she was ogling at had in fact hit her. She didn’t mind the part where the handsome Spanish driver came out and started apologizing rather quickly for her drunk mind to comprehend. She thought his lips were pretty and had accidentally said it out loud which only resulted in the Spaniard laughing.

Fernando knew she was drunk and he did his best to try and get a friends name or number to get the girl he now knew as yn home.

Alas she was not budging only saying that she lived just down the street and that she could walk. Long story short she could not. Not only that she ended up throwing up in his car and then going on a rather long rant about how perfect Britain is and when Fernando mentioned the weather she quickly shut him up by throwing up again. ladies and gentlemen at this exact moment Fernando knew that she was the one for him minus the throw up.

He had ended up flagging a cab down and had found out her number and address and made sure she got home safe. He made sure that she had a little something to eat prior to getting into a cab and that resulted in a still rather tipsy but more sober yn giving him her number.

It was exactly a week later when they went out on their first date and the rest is history.

2 years down the line and the only issue in their rather perfect relationship was the weather. To anyone’s SUPRISE Fernando had ended up traveling to the UK 24 times in each year that they have been together. Both of them knew this wasn’t an environmental or logical solution to their issues.

It was a no brainer to Fernando, when he had proposed the idea of asking her to move in with him in Spain. He knew how much he missed the Spanish sun and the salty air, funny enough he really missed his homeland. Fernando was one proud man his nationality being one of the many things he was proud about. He hates being away from her and hates the UK weather even more so when he suggests moving to Spain he really thought it would work.

Alas when the idea was brought up she simply said no, it left Fernando rather perplexed and confused as to why she wouldn’t want to live with him. He had taken it the wrong way, of course she wanted to live with him she bloody loved the bloke and didn’t was to be away from him but she didn’t want to leave the UK.

It was a weird situation neither of the patriots wanted to leave their country and settle somewhere else. Unfortunately this debate carried on for way too long and ended up in a rather tense argument which lead to Fernando saying “A la mierda, claramente amas este país y este clima miserable más de lo que me amas a mí. no puedo soportarlo más”

* fuck this you clearly love this country and this miserable weather more than you love me. i can't take it anymore*

and with that he had packed up his bags for the dreaded triple header, neither of them being mature enough to find a solution and sort things out before he left for the month. the way his words churned in her head made her eyes tear up and tore her heart into two. She didn’t mean to make him upset and make him feel like she didn’t want to live with him. She simply just didn’t want to leave the country it was all she ever knew.

On the other hand Fernando was miserable, a triple header was never easy especially when you had just argued with your girlfriend prior to leaving. He regretted his words and his tone, he hated how entitled he sounded. He didn’t want to hurt her but he genuinely just wanted to move to Spain with the love of his life, the other reason he wanted to get her to Spain was so that he could propose to her in the heart of his city. He had it all planned. He really didn’t know if she would even say yes after this fight.

It was 3 days into the argument when they first made contact. It was the first time they had gone so long without talking and it genuinely killed both of them.

Fernando being the older and wiser fox had called her in the hopes of her temper subsiding and to simply hear her voice. He had sent flowers to her apartment as a token of his remorse and in hopes of her texting him.

She didn’t pick up his call. That had left his head pounding with worry and his heart hurting, was she truly going to leave him.

She couldn’t take it anymore all she wanted was to jump into his arms and have him hold her close while whispering apologies in his native tongue.

So she did what every rational person would do, she booked a plane ticket to the next race. Surprisingly enough it ended up being Spain, she knew he would be smug about it after they had made up. It was a red eye flight and was well over 12 hours with the layovers. She didn’t mean to end up ignoring his call and had not even seen the message.

It was well into the second practice session when she showed up in the paddock and was simply directed to Fernando’s drivers room where she sat for the remainder of the session. She knew she should have given Fernando context over shutting down his idea. She wanted to apologize but it seemed like fate wanted to add a little drama into their lives and made Fernando crash his Aston Martin into the barriers jusy as the session was coming to a end. The red flag and seeing her man in the crumpled car were all she needed to end up bursting into tears. She knew that he was okay but as he aged she knew that although the accident looked rather simple it could have a higher impact on his body.

It was a quick stop at the medical center for Fernando before he made his way into his drivers room just to check if his love had called him back. What he wasn’t expecting was to be attacked by a crying mess.

He held her close as she sobbed into his chest, fear and anxiety making her a crying mess. But in Fernando’s eyes she was nothing but an angel. He held her close letting her rant about how stupid it was of him to have a crash and how she never wants to see that ever again. He let her ramble until she slowly calmed down.

He then peppered her with kisses and held her whilst he apologized for everything. For the way he spoke to her for the way he marched out and for simply crashing. He rambled on saying something along the lines of never leaving her especially after arguing and that he didn’t care about the miserable weather anymore and he just wanted to be close to her no matter what country it ended up being in.

His apology resulted in a fresh wave of tears escaping from her eyes and she quickly apologized for shutting him down and ended her ramble with saying that she just wanted to live with him.

Their quick turnaround and apologies continued for a rather long time which was followed by some rather interesting activities which displayed the passion they shared for eachother.

At the end of the day they held eachother close and the silk sheets covered them and came with the conclusion after much discussion with George and Carmen who were in a similar situation that they would end up partly in Spain and partly in the UK.

To be honest Fernando could care less where he ended up as long as he was with her.

Over the next week they explored the Spanish countryside and where Fernando grew up before he got down on one knee and proposed to her.

She obviously said yes :) But that is a story for another time

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this man is such a cutie low key becoming one of my favorite drivers

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I AM FUCKING BURNING THE RED BULL IS SHIT AS IT IS AND MAX WAS GONE .

CHECO WAS DOING SO WELL AND FUCKING SAINZ COMES AND RAMMED HIM FUCK THIS I AM SO DONE

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Random ass fic DONT even know where this came from I dreamt of this and now i am writing it. Around 10K words!!

She didn’t even know when or how she ran into Max, but the fact that she did run into him meant that this was the end of her freedom. Her parents always told her to be careful when choosing her friends, but they never warned her about friends' older brothers. It was late August, almost early September.

She was almost dozing off in class while her friend complained about her toxic relationship. Seeing as her friend was not even supposed to be in one, she knew any involvement from her side would result in nothing but trouble. She had planned to help her friend run away, far away from her family and her toxic partner, just far away from everything. It was a foolish idea, one that she should have known would get her into trouble.

Alas, she just wanted to help. They fled from the university campus, her friend came from good money, meaning they had so much money they could afford having 16 cars lined up just for security. They made the mistake of trusting one of their other friends, Daniel. In short, she got caught, and her friend swiftly disappeared, leaving her to deal with this mess all alone. What seemed like good fortune quickly turned around once she kneed the guard to run free back into class.

Her hair was messy, eyes erratic, and breathing even worse. She tried to blend into the classroom of around 100 students, opting to sit right at the back behind the projector. She was praying to whoever was listening that no one would find or even recognize that she was involved. Alas, no one must have listened to her prayers because not a second later, the closed doors banged open, and she meekly raised her head at the sudden intrusion.

That’s when she felt her blood run cold; she had eyes on her from everywhere. She played it cool and hoped that they were there for someone else. They were not. In a blink of an eye, rough hands were on her, dragging her away from where she sought shelter. No one around her even dared to raise their heads in protest or curiosity. She was doomed. No amount of screaming or crying seemed to affect the men who held her in a tight, bruising grip. It was almost as if fate was trying to mock her and give her the slight chance to run away. A guard slipped up and accidentally let his grip on her falter.

She took the chance and ran as fast as she could, not bothering to check where she was running to. Her body hit something hard and muscular, her eyes quickly took in the person in front of her. If she thought her luck was horrible then, well, she was in for a hell of a ride now. In front of her stood her ex-best friend's brother, she had never met him in person, only seeing him in pictures she was shown. Max was handsome, tall, and had the most beautiful eyes; his eyes, however, currently showed nothing but anger and hate.

If she thought his guards were being rough, she had no words for his grip. "Where is she? I know you know where she is. Just tell me, and you can get yourself out of this, or else," or else what? she rebutted, an ugly snarl raised on his face, one that screamed don't provoke me. She really did not expect what he said next. A light chuckle left his mouth before his grip on her hardened even more. “You will take up her place,” meaning? she questioned before being pressed up against his hard chest. “You will be my prisoner, her freedom for yours.” Her eyes shuddered and tears automatically leaked from them. She would never have understood how or why the universe hated her so much, but to give up her own freedom for her friend seemed idiotic.

As she was being shoved into the car, she kept on uttering her defense and how she genuinely didn’t know what or where his sister was. It all fell on deaf ears. Her tears kept flowing; her direct thoughts were to jump off his car regardless of the consequences. But it was almost as if he could hear her thoughts and was two steps ahead and had locked them away before. Frustrated, overstimulated, and overall miserable, and drowning in her tears, she ended up fainting right as he stepped away from the car.

She laid there unconscious, almost as if she was dead; it was the unfortunate symbolism of her freedom dying away. She was rudely awakened by his firm grip on her face, shaking her awake. That invoked her nausea, urging her to rush towards a bathroom.

He must have seen that she had something wrong with her and let her go and run towards the bathroom, not before letting her know that there was no way out of here. After emptying out her stomach, she lay still on the cold bathroom tiles.

Only then did she realize that she had her phone on her and attempted to call her father; on the last ring, he had picked up, but while she shakily tried to let him know the situation, he simply ended the call, not before saying that this was the actions of her consequences. Her eyes yet once again watered up; she wasn’t giving the peace of crying alone as the bathroom stalls door was kicked open, revealing another guard who simply called his boss in to assess her situation.

He was annoyed with the amount of tears she was wasting; it was as if she was trying to make him feel bad for his decisions. He didn’t feel anything, unfortunately.

It wasn't long till they reached the mansion, and she was thrown towards what seemed like a herd of maids, each one of them having inquisitive looks on their faces.

From there, she was being dragged to what seemed like endless salon services, each of them making her eyebrows rise higher and higher. She went through everything from a hair pampering session to having her body waxed, all of which she didn't consent to.

After what seemed like ages, she was finally left alone in a rather large room, to finally sit and ponder at what was going on.

She was thankful on one hand for the opportunity of finally being alone but was concerned as to why her salon treatments seemed to be as though she was being prepped to become a bride. Her eyes once again watered at what her father had told her.

Here she was dying to somehow escape and reunite with her family, and yet her father simply didn't bother to even ask how she was doing. Everything seemed so messed up and painful, her perfectly manicured nails came up to tug her perfectly blow-dried hair. She felt suffocated and she didn't even know how long she was going to be his prisoner.

The thought of being far away from him did calm her down, but her being locked up in a room with nothing but a wardrobe seemed rather anxiety-inducing.

Just as she was getting comfortable with the silence and her thoughts, he walked in, loud and proud, his perfectly polished boots smacking the floor alerting her of his presence as if his cologne didn't do enough.

Max spoke rather quickly, but slowly but surely crashing her whole world down with each word. "Why are you looking at me like that? Did you not enjoy your salon services?" She shook her head, which resulted in him chuckling. "Why am I here?" She asked him. "Oh, you haven't figured out," he smirked. "I was under the impression that you were rather smart, but alas, we are to be wed," he stated, a statement that made her head feel heavy and light at the same time.

She was to be married to him, the monster who took her away just because his sister and left the same man who refused to listen to her justifications. She was to be married to that same man.

Her legs gave out, and she almost landed on the ground, his strong hands helping in breaking her fall.

"And listen, I like my women in red. Make sure you tell that to the maid when she takes you to the lingerie store."

with that, he left her to collapse and shrink away from his touch, something about even getting to the stage of him seeing her lingerie made her want to throw up.

She was stuck with no way out and with someone who had no idea of letting her go.

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I AM ACTUALLY CRYING JAMES WHEN I CATCH YOU I SWEAR. I WAS SO EXCITED TO SEE HIM IN SINGAPORE THIS BITCH OF A MAN JAMES. WISHING ALL THE BEST FOR LOGAN.

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SO PROUD

I AM SORRY BUT MY BLOOD IS BOILING LANDO IS NOT MY FAVORITE HE IS UNDER ONE OF MY LEAST FAVORITES.

MAX OH MAX THAT MAN WAS SO MAD I LOVE MAD MAX

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my heart goes out to checo it’s so frustrating to deal with the media as well as having horrid luck :((

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Masterlist

Charles Leclerc

Fernando Alonso

Lando Norris

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Solace

Lando’s ending!! I’d very much recommend listening to Wanna be yours towards the end :)

Lando had heard her anguished voice and knew that he had to fix everything. He started off by ending things with his side piece and finally coming to terms with the overwhelming amount of attraction and affection he held for the younger Busmante sibling.

He felt weird when he saw her and Oscar coming out of Oscar’s room, almost like someone had slapped him right into his senses.

Lando’s first reaction was the obvious jumping to conclusions, getting pissed off shit. He realized that it was the same reaction that had gotten him into this messy situation in the first place.

Lando started small, he started with trying to make conversation with her, it honestly didn’t last long as either Oscar would show up and whisk her away or she would point blank ignore him. He understood why she was doing what she was doing but he couldn’t wrap his head around why the hell Oscar was interjecting himself between the two.

Since small moves and small talk wasn’t getting him anywhere near where he wanted to be with her, Lando resorted to sending the girl flowers each and every single day.

Unfortunately for Lando, she was deathly allergic to them. That plan went to shit real quick. It was about 2 race weekends in when Lando started to hear rumors surrounding her and Oscar. He was never one for paddock gossip, knowing it was the furthest from the truth, and if he really wanted to know he would have to only walk down the block to Oscar’s room and ask him. He really didn’t want to show weakness and insecurity around the Aussie so he stuck to the paddock gossip. He started noticing how close the two had gotten ever since he messed things up.

He saw how she was glowing around Oscar, always smiling and seeming in peace, yet the second he’d make eye contact with her it would all fade away and the red scars that he had encased on her would start to show.

It was difficult, extremely difficult for her to get off that McLaren floor side by side with Oscar Piastri himself and answer his daunting question. “If he came here and apologized would you let him back in”?

She knew she was weak from the beginning but his ocean eyes made her even weaker. She didn’t lie to Oscar and simply shook her head to signify that she would indeed let the idiotic British driver back into her life if he ever gave her a good enough apology. That’s when Oscar came up with an idea, kind of shady from his side but hey who could blame him. He was trying to prevent the love of his life from choosing his very own teammate over him.

He came up with a very simple yet effective plan, one that would allow Oscar to live out his dreams with her whilst allowing her and Lando to find their ways back to each other. He’s suggesting that they should start fake dating in order to get Lando to be jealous and confess what he truly felt.

If Lando didn’t, then that would be the obvious sign that she needed to truly move on from Lando and perhaps fall into his teammate's arms, Oscar had kept that last bit a secret from her.

And so it started, Oscar finding her in crowded places, especially near the paddock cameras and especially near Lando. She felt a sense of pride when she heard how much she affected Lando and all the hissy fits he was throwing, much to the dismay of the McLaren PR team.

It really took Y/N Busmante ages to realize that Lando’s words were targeting a much larger problem, she started going to therapy and finally cut herself off from her family.

She was no longer Y/N Busmante, she simply was just Y/N. She’d found peace in the violence that she’d been exposed to.

When Lando had first sent the flowers to her apartment, she’d genuinely thought it was from Oscar, the sweet Australian had quickly become one of her closest friends, both on and off the paddock.

The shock that registered on her face when she saw the little card tucked in the corner made a faint smile appear on her face.

He cared about her, he got her the flowers she’d once rambled off about, she used to think he never once paid attention to what she would yap about. It’s the small things that matter, she simply thought to herself. She knew that all it took was one step from Lando for her to let him back in, make everything better.

However, she’d told herself that she’d not get too close cause she knew how she messed it up before. When Oscar told her about his plan she was honestly a little confused but the Aussie convinced her, it’s just fake dating to actually see if Lando cared about her, she silently thought.

Unfortunately, life still hated her. Her fake dating scam only lasted a couple of races before paparazzi got wind of it and started slut shaming her.

It was vile and rude what was printed about her, both physically and digitally.

She had frankly learned to ignore it. She was used to strangers saying stuff about her online, and she really didn’t have the mental capacity to deal with any of it, thus letting it go, putting on a brave face that was enough to fool the public.

Well, Lando Norris was not included in the public. His blood was boiling with each and every new article being released about her; he was frankly pissed at Oscar and why he wasn’t helping her defend herself.

Lando was reaching his boiling point; he saw the way her eyes were looking more and more dull with each passing attack on her character. All Lando wished for was the chance to protect and save her.

Lando seemingly had rubbed Aladdin's magic lamp because he got his chance to finally protect his girl. It was the FIA prize-giving ceremony. Lando had his eye on her the whole time, from the second she had walked into the room with that golden dress he knew he was gone for.

They had briefly met eyes, and she actually smiled at him, he couldn’t help but smile twice as brightly back at her. That little interaction was worth more than any stupid trophy he’d be given today.

The event was surrounded by the hounding eyes of the paparazzi; it was well known that they were to target her based on a tip given to the paps from her family. The vicious attack started when she walked out of the venue hall all alone. Luckily for her, Lando was close behind, but she didn’t know that.

A creep cornered her near the exit and thought it was his right to give her a nice feel-up, you know??

Her loud shrieks were muffled as the pap's disgustingly sweaty hand clamped down on her mouth. Her expensive dress ripped, her hair a mess, mascara smudged, and small cuts on her arm from grazing the soft skin against the hard pebbled driveway.

Lando wasn’t close by when she went out but noticed very quickly that she was missing. Instantly, he thought of the driveway exit she’d once mentioned to him, where she goes when she finds her surroundings too overwhelming at any event.

He rushed out especially quickly when he heard her muffled cries. He saw red and went insane when he heard what the pap was saying to her rather loudly, "Little bitch, you are willing to put out to both the drivers but suddenly have an issue when it’s just regular folk?? This is what you deserve for whoring around."

The guy's next words never made it out as Lando's fist made contact with his face and the sickening sound of bones cracking was heard. Fortunately for the guy, he was given the chance to scramble off to safety as all Lando could now focus on was her.

He just wanted to make sure she was okay. His ocean eyes scanned hastily over and over again to check if she'd been badly injured, much to his delight she wasn’t harmed physically. Her broken voice muttering his name was all it took for Lando to engulf her in a hug, muttering nothing but how sorry he was for everything he did, and how he simply can’t live without her. how he wanted to keep her safe and sound and how she was the only one who truly captured his heart.

Lando’s proclamation of love fell on deaf ears as all Y/N could focus on was Lando’s eyes and his scent. She couldn't believe he was actually there and that he really saved her from the vile man. She knew she loved him then and there, regardless of how choppy their relationship and story was, it just felt right. She knew she’d never find solace in anyone else’s arms. She knew that he’d be the only one for her who would truly love and care for her.

Solace was a funny feeling; it's described as something negative, but it was truly one of the best feelings for this couple. From a playboy to a dedicated boyfriend, and then finally a lovesick husband, Lando Norris had changed drastically.

Following the attack on y/n, Lando had made it his mission to find the crook and deal with him. Lando had also gotten in contact with the best lawyers in town to get restraining orders on any and all paps who would come near ten feet of her.

He truly made it up to her when he finally got down on one knee to give her his last name.

Y/n Busmante had gone from being just the younger sibling, to then being someone who didn’t even have a last name, to then being accused of being a slut, to then being Lando’s girlfriend and now finally she was a Norris. She was no longer a Busmante, she was y/n Norris, and she wore that name with pride.

She let all the pain and suffering die down with her old name.

She finally found peace, and it was the British lad after all who had made her feel it.

Someone who once was the root cause of her pain was now the only person who gave her solace.

Everything she went through, she’s made it out alive and now she was finally thriving alongside her lover.

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hi! i was wondering when you were going to post part 3 of the bustamante fic?

hello!! I will be posting the third part in around 3-4 hours!!! if you are a lando fan you’d like this one but for all my Oscar girls you would have to wait till next week

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Gimme.....Fernando x Mermaid!Reader

3035 Characters 550 words

this is the most random request I’ve ever gotten idek know where i got this idea from but do enjoy this is my first nando fic!!

Fernando's obsession with mermaids started at a young age, the age of 16, the typical teenage hormone-induced age, where everything and anything could make a lad horny. It wasn’t until Fernando saw a mermaid documentary that his thoughts of erotica surrounding them started to wander, something about the unknown nature of mermaids enticed him.

It was almost like a taboo, only for him to secretly indulge in. He’d once mentioned his interests in mermaids to his mates and they just laughed him off, saying that mermaids were not real and that if he wanted action that bad, he should just invest in a flashlight and let his thoughts wander.

It wasn’t until he got a little bit older and started focusing more on his career that he saw the first signs of mermaids actually existing.

He thought he was delusional and that his mind was playing tricks on him. Perhaps his thoughts of an interaction with mermaids really were taking over his brain, leading him to find anything and everything related to mermaids real.

Fernando really thought he was going crazy. He’d heard the stories from local fishermen who were at sea for ages and how they had seen and one bold man even claiming how he’d actually had sex with one of them. Fernando knew better than to believe them and made it a vow that he’d give up his mermaid fantasies.

That realization only came after he’d asked one of his one-night stands to dress up like a mermaid while having sex with him. He'd even gone ahead and got the girl flippers and the whole ensemble. That same girl used the flippers to whack Nando and call him a freak. He knew if this got leaked to the public, his career would be over.

Fast forward to the middle of June and the Spanish heatwaves really got Fernando thinking about his little taboo kink. He had decided to take his boat out and just clear his head; he’d find a quiet little spot and park his boat, letting his mind wander here and there. He’d been used to the little creeks and slight changes in the water direction, just blaming it on wind direction and tide changes.

What he would not expect even in his wildest dreams was that there was a mermaid sitting right on his boat. She was stunning; everything Fernando could have imagined.

Her hair was cascading down her back, and her eyes gleamed under the setting sun. Fernando didn’t know what to do; he didn’t want to startle his precious fantasy, but he really wanted to get close to her. He mentally made a note to get his fisherman friend the biggest export deal in the country because it was him who had told Fernando to dock where he had docked.

Fernando didn’t even have the chance to decide if he should make a move or not; his mermaid lover made the choice for him. She lunged forward to capture his lips and, coincidentally, his heart as well.

The kiss was intense; every single perverted thought Nando had couldn’t even come close to how good it finally felt when she made contact with him, and that’s when he knew that land or sea, they would be together for the rest of their days.

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HE DID IT HE WON HIS HOME GRAND PRIX I AM SO HAPPY!!!! YOU GUYS ARE FREE TO REQUEST WHATEVER YOU WANT

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im in NEED of a cute fluffy fic of the aftermath of charles' win, just something cute and domestic with reader!!

thank you for asking :))

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Charles LECLERC was many things, but being a Monaco Grand Prix winner was not one of them. Unfortunately for him each year brought greater dissatisfaction and disappointment to him and to the entirety of Monaco.

Her relationship with Charles was undefined, were they friends yes were they more than that yes but were they in a relationship no. She wanted more but didn’t want to risk what she already had.

There was something about this season though, already seeing Carlos and Lando take their wins you knew it would be Charles turn soon. It was almost like you could feel it in the air, the whole atmosphere seemed to be in his favor. You stood there in all red rocking his CL16 cap as a slight hint to who you were supporting.

His eyes widened with each step you took, unsure as to why he finally saw you as the way you were. Bold beautiful and someone he wanted as his not just as a friend but as a lover. He swore that if he won the Monaco Grand Prix he would grow the balls to ask you to be his girlfriend. It was kind of a flunk on Charles’s end, he knew he was playing it safe with tying up him wining to asking you out, but whatever floats on his boat.

He almost lost it when he found out he was on pole with max long behind and the McLarens right behind him. When he saw her cheering and hugging his mother he knew that she was sent to him by his father, having someone like her in his life was nothing less then a miracle.

Charles was praying he’d make the win, he couldn’t wait to ask her out, he knew how he’d do it. He’d call her into his drivers win prior to the race ( really risky but hey no risk no reward right??) he’d drop major hints and just before joris would knock on his door to let him know it’s time to race he’d kiss her on the cheek, to some it may seem small and innocent but it would be out of their comfort zones. Charles remembers when both of them were drunk out of their minds and were watching a Disney movie where she expressed how intimate she found cheek kisses, from family it was innocent but from a potential lover a cheek kiss seemed so close yet far. Knowing that a slight slip in balance would result in a whole kiss. She found the thrill of not knowing where her lovers lips would land exciting, always wondering if she would be lucky enough to experience that in her life. Little did she know ;).

The next day rolled in, bringing hope and anxiety with it. Charles knew he had a two massive tasks to complete, winning the Monaco Grand Prix and winning over the girl of his dreams. He swore he wished time could speed up when he saw her enter the paddock in a pretty pink outfit her waist being accentuated with the help of the outfit he wanted to wrap his hands wound her waist and twirl her around. She found it strange the way Charles was breaking eye contact with her constantly, she brushed it off as the immense pressure he was put under, having the hopes and dreams of not only yourself but your whole country was intense. Charles swore he saw her eyes lit up when he called her into his drivers room, something that small made him want to sacrifice the whole world just to see it again.

He was whipped and she didn’t even know it. Charles had opted for a different strategy he’d end up getting her a charm bracelet with his race number as well as her favorite movie character, her eyes held shock and happy tears when he put on the bracelet on her. Something felt special about this as if this was him initiating something else?? her mind was so preoccupied and clouded with doubts and questions that she almost missed how close Charles was getting to her. It was her nose that snapped her back into reality, she was hit with a fresh wave of his perfume he always smelt divine but today was something else. When his lips hit her cheek Charles swore that was the hardest thing he’d ever done, he saw how shock registered on her face almost worried she didn’t appreciate his move. What he didn’t expect was her hands around his neck and her lips on his cheek. They were so close that one could say there wasn’t even an atoms space between them.

Both their eyes held anticipation. God only knew what would happen if Joris hadn’t knocked on the door, alerting the budding couple that their time was up. Charles has a bigger task to complete now. His mind was hopelessly wandering back to her and how fucking soft her lips felt.

He couldn’t wait to win this race and kiss her lips. He was hoping to taste all the flavours of lip balm that she had to offer. 76 long and gruelling laps. Each lap held a different feeling. The first few were focused on keeping McLaren’s behind them. The following few were replaced by images of her, and the remaining three laps were focused on his father, Jules, and Monaco.

As his moment came, Charles crossed the finish line, leading the entire race from start to finish. This fabled race had finally been won by one of their own. Charles had tears streaming down his face as he watched the crowds erupt in joy. He saw the cameras slowly pan into his family and eventually her. He knew what he had to do.

He was going to kiss her right there and then. He saw that her eyes welled up with unshed tears. Each second felt as long as an hour. their secret moments in a crowded room, they had no idea that this moment would alter their relationship forever. She saw a change in his eyes; she didn’t know why he looked so desperate to bring her to the barriers, but when she reached there and found his lips crashing with hers, she finally understood why.

All her tears and pain that she carried from dating the wrong guys just to get over Charles all felt like water under the bridge. She had simply gotten a taste of the man she craved for so long, and she knew she didn’t want to stop anytime soon. They were falling fast and hard and had no way to stop. Charles put the last of his energy into that kiss with her and found himself grinning from ear to ear when he saw how flustered she was.

The kiss sealed their fate.

Later in the evening, Charles did end up asking her formally to be his girlfriend, but that’s a story for another time.

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Regrets

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All Lando did was regret everything, he regretted the moment he snapped at the only girl he actually started to love. He didn’t even remember the words he threw at her; he knew he stepped way out of the line. Their relationship was blurry; they were not together, not in the slightest.

She was free to date whoever she wanted, and yet Lando’s blood boiled looking at her interact with anyone else but him, especially when she talked to Oscar. Everyone always mentioned how well they complimented each other; he seemed like he would be perfect for her.

So when Lando saw her hug and congratulate Oscar with such joy and passion, all he saw was red. It felt like salt was being rubbed onto his raw wounds.

Only he could get hugs from her; only he could make her smile to the point where her little dimples showed; only he could be that close to her. He was jealous, and in his jealousy, he ruined his only chance of being with her.

Do you know what it feels like to be completely disrespected and have your words being thrown at you in the worst possible way? Not a feeling anyone would want to feel, but unfortunately, fate hadn’t spared her of that feeling.

She hated herself for opening up to Lando; why did she think he would be any different? Everyone she ever loved always ended up hurting her and inflicting more pain and anguish. She didn’t know what she did wrong; she knew she didn’t deserve that. It wasn’t her fault that Lando was driving like crap.

His words ripped open both old and new wounds, but how long was she going to let people do that to her? Her parents, her sister, her family, and now Lando? When will she ever be free of this type of betrayal? She didn’t want to believe that it was Lando who said those nasty words to her; his words were almost as bad, if not worse, than the words the media used to call her.

Her swollen red eyes and the dark red scratches all over her arms were proof that it was Lando’s words that caused her such anguish.

She knew she had to change; she wanted to hide and cry her eyes out, but she knew this was a sign to change and become a stronger version of herself who lives for her own dreams and not for anyone else. The love she was searching for was never really found, so she decided to love herself.

It had only been a couple of days since Lando let himself lash out on her, too many days if you’d ask him. He knew he needed to pull something massive just to get her back. He wanted to tell her how he felt and why he did what he did, but each time he rehearsed that speech, he sounded more and more like a jerk.

Lando needed help, and he knew only one person could help him, much to his dismay it was Oscar, the other Aussie.

Lando still remembers the way she told Oscar how adorable his accent was; yeah that ticked Lando off. It was almost like she tried to tempt Lando into lashing out on her. It was at this moment that Lando realized that he was Lando Norris. (A terrible realization) he didn’t need her; he had a hundred girls willingly throwing themselves at him.

Who cared about a girl who was flirting with her teammate to get back at him? Lando didn’t understand how stupid he sounded in that very moment, and so it goes the pictures get out of Lando sucking faces with a pretty blonde.

Those images were the wake-up call y/n busmante needed. She left the paddock in a haste, finding it more than necessary, especially when she saw the ugly snarl Lando sent her when she bumped into him. It was almost as if he didn’t realize how bad his words hurt her. Lando’s eyes snapped down to the sheer cover-up she wore; he would see the red marks.

To be honest, he didn’t care. She wasn’t his problem; she won’t be messing with his head again. It was her fault that he lost; the pretty blonde who had her arm around his bicep made him feel powerful.

Lando felt like a weak little boy, looking at his favorite toy being thrown out or donated, but having a new toy in hand, he didn’t realize the significance his old toy had. The excitement of gaining something new overcame any stinging pain that the loss of something so valuable and important made him feel.

Y/n decided that she was done with men in orange; it was one of fate’s twisted games. She left the paddock in such a hurry that she didn’t realize she bumped into Oscar.

Her raced breathing and red eyes made it obvious to even the blindest man, but it made it clear for Oscar, someone who had kept his eye on the younger busmante sibling since the day she walked into the paddock. Oscar saw the way she looked at his teammate; there were often times he wanted her to turn his way and look at him the same way; he’d give her the world if she wanted it.

Oscar saw the faint red lines on her arm. In a hasty decision, he dragged her to his driver's room. He was always known as a gentleman, always asking for permission before letting his hands wander. But the way Oscar pulled y/n in was urgent; he knew something was wrong and was secretly hoping that Lando had done something to her so that he would have an excuse to beat the crap out of him for it. Most importantly, though, Oscar wanted to know if his girl was okay? She looked up at him, eyes glossy and looked like they hurt based on how red and irritated they looked. She looked so sad and quiet, the Aussie didn’t know what to do or say to make her pain go away.

All it took was one tight hug; the moment Oscar's buff arms made contact with her, she lost control. Her eyes bled more tears, each one a stab at Oscar's heart. He wanted to rip Lando apart limb by limb for doing this to her. Oscar had heard everything.

The day Lando ended up DNF-ing, Oscar went to his room to talk to him. What he heard made him never want to look at his teammate again. He sat there holding her for an hour, both seeking comfort. Oscar slowly raised the sleeves of her cardigan to look at the damage she had inflicted upon herself. A slight whine came out of the girl, a weak protest, but she didn't really care. She felt mentally drained and didn't know why Oscar was bothering so much, but it did feel good that someone cared.

When his rough fingers made contact with her irritated skin, the moment felt intimate. He ran his fingers through her hair, coaxing her to spill all her deepest thoughts and darkest secrets. She complied, incoherently mumbling everything Lando had said to her and how he had acted. All while being hugged close to Oscar's midriff, his scent intoxicating her, making her feel calm.

It was funny, really, when you looked at it from an outsider's perspective. Two young adults sitting on the floor, one holding the other, while the older one stared intently at the wounded younger one.

The moment looked like a scene in Shakespeare's plays, where instead of Romeo and Juliet, it was Benedict and Beatrice, the calmer, more stable ones.

Oscar knew she was hurting; he saw the pain in her face each time she mentioned him. "Will you go back to how it was if he comes up to you and apologizes?"

That simple question made her blood run cold.

She knew the answer, but she didn't want to admit it to anyone, most importantly herself.

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