#f1 reverse harem

[rene-spade]

miss louisiana i | c. leclerc, a. saint mleux | chase landry

poly! | fem! reader x obsessive! exes! charles leclerc, alexandra saint mleux (+chase landry and f1 grid)

synopsis. your obsessive exes refuse to accept your new relationship with a man completely different from them. maybe they should move to louisiana? jk!. . . unless?

note. ok so reader is from louisiana and has cajun roots for context. chase landry is from swamp people 😭✌️ I loved that show when I was younger & I rewatched some recently and it reignited my crush on him sorry

WARNING(s); obsessive/possessive behavior, toxic/creepy exes (I make is as fluffy as I can tho trust), ooc Alex and Charles being a rich and out of touch, a spec of classism, stalking oops, (everyone Loves you)

miss.y/n📍belle river, la

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miss.y/n back where I belong ☀️🌷🐊🐝🐍🌿🐠

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mariene.y/l/n be safe in the water my baby 🤗

miss.y/n yes maman 🤞😊 you know I’m protected

user oop who’s protecting you miss ma’am

user omgggg how did Charles n Alex fumble so baddd 😩😩🙏 I’ve needed y/n’s cajun french baddie ass since DAY ONE 🗣️

charles_leclerc so beautiful mon ange 😍 but that water is dark and might be dangerous. ta maman a raison!

see translation | your mom is right

user stopp didn’t y/n break things off with them???

user2 currently losing it my fav throuple might be back 💪🗣️

carlossainz55 hope you’re doing well mi dulce ❤️

alexandrasaintmleux yeah no this isn’t happening

user carlos sweetie delete this comment while you still have hands <3

user SHE’S BACK IN LOUISIANA RAHH

user2 how did I not know she was from the middle of nowhere 😭 what is pierre part??

user3 how didn’t you know!!! her dad literally used to hunt alligator before he died and her mom remarried and moved back to France . Her dad was cajun

user this might be a reach but y’all think she knows anybody from swamp people? Love that show 🤣🤣

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Alex’s leg bounced up and down nervously as her call went to voicemail for the 7th time in a row. She’d been calling your phone nonstop since hearing the news, anxious to know if it was true or not. It was always something that ate at her; her and Charles’ inability to relate to your childhood in Louisiana. They’d grown up among a higher class than you and in foreign countries. You would just giggle and wave off her concerns, insisting that even though they couldn’t understand your upbringing, that at least you could understand theirs.

“No answer.” She muttered, teeth gnawing at her bottom lip. It was a habit she’d had as a child, one that you disapproved of and had trained out of her before you left them.

“She left us for a swamp man.” Charles pathetically finished Alex’s thought as they sat in his car, waiting to meet some other drivers and wags at the high-end restaurant Carlos chose.

“Don’t say it like that!” Alexandra turned her body towards the passenger window, “She didn’t leave us— not in that way! I told you she was homesick!”

Your father was a Cajun man who definitely took his culture to heart, doing a lot of hunting and fishing before he passed away suddenly when you were 12. Your mother was from France originally, and she remarried a rich Frenchman who’d ended up funding your modeling career after your success in pageantry. You moved straight to France at age 14 and found yourself in a completely different culture from how you grew up. You’d visited France before during summers with your mother, but it wasn’t home to you like Louisiana. You’d met Alexandra when the two of you were 19, and instantly bonded. Despite only really meeting briefly, it was love at first sight on Alex’s part and she supported you all the way to when you won Miss Universe after starting out Miss Louisiana.

When Charles had come along and had the same feelings that she did for you, it felt perfect, like everything had finally come together.

“With us is her home.” Charles replied, sucking his teeth.

“I can’t even—” Alex didn’t have to finish, the two had the same thought. They can’t even fathom the idea that you were with someone else.

x

Daniel was practically cackling in joy while Carlos at least tried to hide his amusement by covering his face. It was no secret that most of the f1 grid was praying for you to leave Charles/Alex so they could get a chance— but this wasn’t what they were expecting.

Bickering around the table ensued, only a few seconds before Alex was rolling her eyes with a groan and putting her face in her hands, “He doesn’t have any recent social media so I can’t even stalk him.”

“So we will just go there!”

“And what? Become swamp people?” Daniel was laughing so hard he was tearing up.

“Cha, that’s so ridiculous.” Alex mumbled.

“It is—!” Kika agreed suspiciously fast, “I just mean the split was recent, so maybe me and Pierre should visit her before you guys?” It’d only been a few months, but that had been enough to drive Charles and Alex a bit off the rails.

They’d only ever been apart from you for just over two days in the last year, up until you ghosted them. Well— it wasn’t technically ghosting when you left a note; a very brief letter in your familiar handwriting that told them you needed some space. They didn’t take it as a break up, although they did panic. Their numbers weren’t blocked, so they naturally took that as a good sign. This was probably because you wanted their attention since all their calls and messages were going through. The finality of it didn’t hit until it reached two weeks of no-contact from you and their photos were removed from your Instagram. The public noticed and so did the rest of the grid despite Alex and Charles’ now 3-month-long denial stage.

“le lieu s'appelle Pierre Part, yeah?” Pierre grinned and Charles sneered at him. (the place is called pierre part)

“They might have a point,” Daniel winced with a wide grin, “I think you’ll just look crazy if you show up. At least, one of us would just look like a friend who misses her, ya know?”

“None of you are visiting our girlfriend!” Alex frowned.

“Ex,” Carlos gently corrected into his fist with a cough before straightening up, “She jus’ is homesick maybe so give her some space and she will come back in no time.”

“I knew this would happen.” Alex slumped with her chin in her hand, “cet endroit est sa maison.” (that place is her home)

“You’ve never heard ‘if you love something, let it go’? If it’s meant to be, she’ll come back.” Daniel tried to reassure, but his face was almost a wince.

“We just wanted her close to us is all! We travel so much, we didn’t mean to take her away from her home—”

But Daniel gave them a look, knowing about their behavior with you. As in love with you as they are, Alex and Charles are intense about it. Endearing on one hand for awhile, but then the jealousy got worse and they were pretty delusional about their tendencies. He could understand it honestly— you were lovely. He imagined he’d be in the same state as Alex and Charles if you were his and you left him. Which is why he cut them so much slack, the rest of the table too.

“I don’t understand why she ran away like that!” Charles finished with a huff, running his fingers through his hair. He was starting to sweat. This felt like a cruel joke on your part— a mean way to get their attention.

“His ears are a little big.” Alex whispered, staring into her phone with a pout.

“et cela! regarde nos oreilles!” (and that! look at our ears!)

Pierre lost it at that; Charles pulling at his ears to make a point, “Maybe he’s just a nice guy, man!”

“We are nice!”

“Let me see.” Carlos walked around the table to see Alex’s phone.

She’d googled the name of your alleged new boyfriend— Chase Landry. He had starred on some Southern US reality show ‘Swamp People’; it mainly surrounded cajun alligator hunters in Louisiana. They had known you liked the show, but had never seen it themselves.

“Eh,” Carlos shrugged, “his ears aren’t that big. He is a little old for her though, no? 34?”

“Exactly! He is a pervert! I’m calling her again, actually.”

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miss.y/n 📍pierre part, la

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miss.y/n me and my dirty swamp man foreva 🤞💛🌷🦆

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user STOPPP SHE SAID THAT’S MY MAN N IMMA STICK BY HIMMMM

user2 stfu 😭✋ the fact that this man most likely has no idea that this is going on

user3 his brother liking her posts and filling him in

miss.y/n jokes on y’all Jacob doesn’t know what’s going on either

bellahadid beautiful lily faery and her dirty swamp bf <3

miss.y/n <3 literally

user BELLA⁉️

arthur_leclerc beautiful view of the water, ma sœur!

see translation | my sister

user THEY SENT Y/NS FAVORITE LECLERC BROTHER IN TO PLAY DAMAGE CONTROL

user2 not “my sister” 😭😭😭 leclercs let her go challenge

user y/n’s harem coming to her defense like the mighty morphin power rangers 😭😂🤣

x

this is part 1 of perhaps 3. I plan on making part 2 much longer and more writing than social media like this one, just for some balanceee

taglist; @alliwantisadonut @splaterparty0-0 @charizznorizz

Ren

[unveranosinseb0514]

Alright...so what if...what if... i write a fanfic (sort of) where in the main plot Y/N get suddenly (not so sudden) one month inside a house in the mountains with 4 Formula One Drivers (i'm talking about Button, Alonso, Webber and Vettel)

[agendabymooner]

icy in saudi ! oliver b. x ofc (raikkonen!driver!ofc)

summary: romania ‘(a)roma’ raikkonen, now one of aston martin’s reserve and development drivers, became an f1 wag overnight after ollie turned out to be carlos sainz’s substitute for the saudi arabian grand prix.

AND she also had her personal ‘reverse harem’ aka the boys that kimi feared to have around the icegirl.

content warning: use of explicit language, establish relationship, brief mentions of kimi raikkonen, dad!kimi, f2 drivers appearance + banters, brief sexual innuendo, tweets, crack fic, 2024 saudi arabian grand prix, oc!raikkonen brother jo raikkonen (face claim: conrad laursen), kimi antonelli and ofc’s sister bantering

note: this guy goated as hell. here’s some content that ppl asked for 😭😭 it’s not much but enjoy regardless xx

a - n masterlist // o - z masterlist

if you’d like to get on one of my taglists, check this post out

2024 — ROUND 2, SAUDI ARABIAN GP

BREAKING NEWS: Ferrari driver Carlos Sainz hospitalized and underwent appendectomy. He is now replaced by reserve driver, Oliver Bearman, for this race.

SAUDI ARABIAN GP, POST-RACE

tagged olliebearman

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user1 the way you called in sick as a reserve driver just to support ollie 😭😭 i want that

rooraikkonen goated ferrari driver after kimi raikkonen 🙌 liked by romaraikkonen

veracoparaikko splendid job today, ollie! liked by romaraikkonen

kimimatiasraikkonen well done, ollie 👍 liked and pinned by romaraikkonen

romaraikkonen pinning this so he can brag about it

user2 the ‘well done’ was one thing… BUT CALLING HIM OLLIE?!

user3 someone check on kimi, he’s having a stroke and calling the one guy that he despises the most by his nickname

olliebearman hehe

olliebearman love u 🙂 liked by romaraikkonen

romaraikkonen stfu lemme just appreciate ur talent pls

olliebearman ok 🙂😊

jackdoohan god what a simp 😔

theopourchaire21 let’s all pray for our fallen brother. he passed away after he suffered from ‘down baddery’

arthur_leclerc 🙏

user4 WHY ARE YALL CLOWNING OLLIE 😭😭😭 WE GET IT HES DOWN BAD BUT HE MEANS WELL

frederikvestiofficial he’s so down bad it’s actually sickening 💀

romaraikkonen i’m gonna break your ankle the next time i see you, vesti bestie

♡ moony’s reminder 🅶 (general): @hiraethrhapsody @avaleineandafryingpan @enhacolor @roseandtulips @woweewoowa @magnummagnussen @happy-nico @architect-2015 @hiireadstuff @biancathecool @scorpiomindfuck

[zombryz]

🏁 Understeer ⋆˚࿔ - an F1 series

Chapter 2 | Champagne Problems °🥂⋆.

🏎️⭑.ᐟ Fresh off the plane and reeling from the news that your ex is nearby with someone new, Y/N is desperate for a distraction... and Monaco doesn’t disappoint. When Lando invites her out to a high-end dinner and club night with the F1 boys, she throws on her best dress and walks straight into the next step of her life.

What starts as harmless fun quickly turns complicated when she's seated next to someone she wasn’t prepared to see again.

With Lando being sweet, Max being confusing, and the club lights spinning around her, the reader realizes this might not just be a distraction; it might be the start of something a little dangerous.

Word count: 2k ...or read me on ao3 | chapter 1|chapter 3|chapter 4

Pairings: Max Verstappen x Reader Lando Norris x Reader Reader x Rockstar OC (ex) *loosely based on Andy Biersack -> future Oscar Piastri x Reader Tags/Warnings: Fem!Influencer!reader Slight!Oc but not really, just story building for Y/N {2024-present season based} *Not always lore accurate #Smau - Social Media Alternate Universe Toxic/semi-abusive relationship with established rockstar boyfriend, alcohol use, drunken behavior, emotional manipulation, gaslighting, public argument, heated kissing, paparazzi & social media mentions, angst, depression,themes of escape, reinvention & heartbreak, very light smut references (fade to black) -> the future chapters will include smut, enemies-to-??? extreme slow burn in the making, love triangle, love square, lets just say reader has a reverse harem

Disclaimer: This is a fictional fan work. I do not own or claim to represent any real individuals (including Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, or any public figures mentioned). All characterizations and events are fictional. Please don’t confuse this with real life. This is for entertainment only.

🔞 NSFW Disclaimer: This is a fictional and mature fan story featuring adult themes, emotional intensity, and potentially explicit content.

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Author’s Note: I’m so excited to keep writing this story!! I’ve been having way too much fun with it! I hope everyone’s ready for a good old-fashioned slow burn because mama... it’s getting HOT. 🔥 I’ll be trying my best to post a chapter (or two!) a day moving forward, so buckle up, because the tension, drama, and feelings are only just getting started. Thank you for reading!

The flight from L.A. to Monaco was long—just under 13 hours—but somehow, you still managed to do your hair and makeup about an hour before descent. Groggy but composed, you leaned back into your plush first-class seat, watching the ocean stretch beneath the clouds. With a deep breath, you turned to Vanessa, finally ready to ground yourself in what this trip actually was.

“Sooo… which teams wanted to do content with me again?” you asked, your voice light but curious.

Vanessa, ever the embodiment of professionalism, didn’t even glance up from her iPad at first. She always meant business—even though you considered her one of your closest friends. The two of you had known each other since second grade. Things shifted slightly when she became your manager, but the trust never faded. If anything, it deepened. You trusted her with your life, and she was just grateful to travel the world alongside someone she’d grown up with.

Vanessa had a presence that couldn’t be ignored—tall, poised, with the kind of posture that made strangers straighten up around her. Her makeup was always clean and subtle, her nails immaculate, and her two phones? Always buzzing. She hated Cyrus, by the way. Absolutely despised him. When you’d called her the night you finally ended things, she’d acted like it was Christmas morning.

Without skipping a beat, she replied casually, “McLaren, Mercedes, and… uh, Red Bull.”

You nodded slowly, mentally listing names. Lando drove for McLaren. Lewis, obviously, for Mercedes.

“Red Bull? Wait, who drives for them?”

Vanessa gave you a look, the kind that said girl, please, and smirked.

“You’ll find out,” she teased, eyes sparkling.

She loved keeping you on your toes. You rolled your eyes playfully and turned your attention back to the window, watching the golden coast of Monaco come into view. You were nervous, but excited. A fresh start.

♡

The second you landed, chaos. Cameras flashed in your face the moment you stepped into the terminal. You had no idea why. Vanessa swore the trip was low-key and that no one was supposed to know you were here.

Startled, you shoved a hoodie over your head and pulled sunglasses down over your eyes. It was your first public appearance since the breakup, and the last thing you wanted was to deal with nosy strangers and tabloids fishing for drama.

Maybe it was the photo of you and Lewis Hamilton from that night that tipped them off. That was your best guess.

You tried to stay focused as Vanessa read off your itinerary—appearances, content days, and events leading up to practice, qualifying, and the race. Friday through Sunday, packed. Apparently, the drivers had just flown in from a race in Italy. You had no idea F1 moved that fast, but according to Lando, they had until Wednesday night to unwind before things got serious.

Speaking of Lando… the two of you had exchanged a few DMs since he invited you out here. He was sweet. Funny, too. You were kind of excited to see him again—this time, sober. For the first time in months, you felt light. Like maybe you were really moving on.

That feeling disappeared in an instant.

As you and Vanessa slid into the backseat of the waiting car, your phone buzzed. You glanced down—Jazlyn. One of your friends from L.A. She was always sending you stuff from her explore page. But this… this was different.

Ten screenshots. All of them about Cyrus.

Your stomach dropped.

He was in Monaco.

With another girl...

The captions were unbearable. Speculation. Hints. Screenshots of blurry paparazzi images showing him walking next to a brunette. Another showing him boarding a yacht. And then, at the very end—a photo of you, from earlier that day, stepping off the plane.

-“Trouble in Monaco? Velvet Collapse’s drummer, Cyrus Kade spotted with a stunning new mystery girl. Meanwhile, his ex, Y/N, also lands in the French Riviera. Was she here for her rumored new fling, Lewis Hamilton? Split drama or friendly terms?”

Your blood boiled. You hated these garbage outlets. Always twisting things, always digging. You zoomed in on the photo of the girl he was with—was that the girl from the bar that night?

You couldn’t tell. But it didn’t matter.

You handed your phone to Vanessa without saying a word. She took one look at your face, brows knitting together with concern. She didn’t hesitate.

“I’ll find out where he is,” she promised. “And I’ll make damn sure you don’t run into him. Not even once.”

You leaned your head back against the window, eyes fluttering shut as the car sped toward your hotel. You’d come here for a fresh start, for content, for excitement. You didn’t want Cyrus to poison this too.

Not again.

♡

You were feening to get out already. Anything to distract yourself from the spiral you felt yourself slipping into. Vanessa had tracked Cyrus down—he was a city over, out at dinner and enjoying the nightlife with his new girl. Of course he was. You grabbed your phone and texted Mira.

"Are you here too?"

"No, I’m sorry babe. I’ll try to keep tabs on him so you don’t have to run into him. 😔"

You sent her a heart emoji and flipped to your DMs with Lando. Before you could even overthink it, a message popped up—like he knew.

You cringed. He’d see the “seen” immediately.

[📍Location] "I know you just landed today, so no pressure to come."

You tapped the address. It was a ridiculously upscale restaurant and club—of course. He mentioned a few of the F1 guys were having dinner there, then heading to the club after. You didn’t hesitate. Fuck yes, you thought.

You slipped into your first look of the week: a champagne gold halter-neck mini dress, low back, with a teasing slit up one leg. Strappy gold heels, dainty jewelry, hair styled half-up in soft waves, and a glossy nude lip to seal the look. You looked expensive. Untouchable. Unbothered. And more than anything, like yourself. No longer like a Rockstar’s girlfriend.

You were nervous to meet Lando again—this time sober—and to meet the rest of the guys too. The sun was just starting to set when you arrived, and you were immediately greeted by Lewis.

"Hello, gorgeous. I’m so glad you could come," he said, that rich accent melting like honey.

"Hi, Lewis. I hope you’re well. I’m glad I could be here," you smiled, letting him take your hand as he led you up the steps. Cameras flashed behind you. Great. Just what you needed—more rumors.

Inside, Lewis brought you over to a large group: six or seven guys, plus a few girls you recognized from the club in Miami. So these were the girlfriends. You didn’t have the nerve to look around too much. Your nerves were already fried.

You were still chatting with Lewis when you felt a hand rest on the small of your back. It made you freeze.

"Hello, beautiful," Lando’s voice brushed against your ear.

You turned, smiling as you hugged him. ���Lando.”

He looked unfairly good—black suit, no tie, shirt unbuttoned just enough to show off a gold chain. He had this effortless, rich bad-boy thing going that made you feel suddenly too warm. He was the complete opposite of Cyrus in every way. And it was refreshing.

There was a moment—you locked eyes longer than you meant to. Something electric. He cleared his throat.

“Y/N, this is Oscar.”

You glanced to Lando’s side—and wow. Another heartthrob. Were all F1 drivers this hot? Oscar shook your hand with a polite softness, and you got the sense he was more layered than he let on.

As more introductions were exchanged, a waitress led the group into a private room. The table was huge and round, seating ten. Lando took the seat on your left, still cracking jokes, when you noticed someone had already been seated to your right. You turned to introduce yourself—and your breath caught.

Ocean-blue eyes. Sharp jaw. And a gaze that made you dizzy. He looked at you like he knew what you were thinking.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

Neither of you said a word. The tension was suffocating.

Lando leaned forward to help. “Oh, Y/N—this is Max.”

Your chest tightened. Of course it was Max. You rolled your eyes instinctively, thankful Lando couldn’t see your face. You offered Max your hand, silent.

“Yeah, we’ve met,” Max said, taking your hand in his. His hand was huge. It practically swallowed yours. The touch sent butterflies straight to your stomach—not that you’d admit it. You brushed it off as nerves.

And then, like the smug asshole he was, he added, “I see you’ve somehow made your way into the group.”

You pulled your hand back and scoffed, choosing to ignore him completely. You turned back to Lando, refusing to give Max any more energy.

Dinner itself was lovely—great food, great people. There was warmth in the group that felt unexpected. Someone joked about the rumors of you and Lewis, and across the table, Lewis just chuckled and said something about you being Lando’s girl. Lando quickly clarified you were going through a breakup and he was just being a good friend. You appreciated that. More than he knew.

Later, as dinner wound down, you accidentally dropped your lipstick. It rolled to your right—of course. Max picked it up before you could. His hand brushed yours when you both reached for it at the same time. Your face was suddenly in close proximity to his. Your cheeks flushed. You glanced at him for just a second, catching the way his eyelashes framed his eyes as he handed you your lipstick. Your cheeks flushed.

"Thanks," you said softly.

“Yep,” he replied coolly, like the moment hadn’t just shaken you. You hated that you wondered—did we just get off on the wrong foot?

You shoved the thought away. He was still an asshole.

♡

Club time. Finally.

The dinner was nice, but your heart had been racing nonstop between Lando and Max. You were ready to dance, drink, forget.

At the club, Lando pulled you aside to the bar. You ordered a vodka cranberry and silently vowed not to black out like last time.

You leaned on a small high-top table beside Lando, elbows brushing. He leaned in.

“So, Y/N. You don’t seem that into the sport.”

“What sport?” you teased, raising a brow over your drink.

“F1,” he laughed, flashing you that signature grin. You laughed, too.

“Nope! Didn’t know a thing until—” you paused, hesitant to say Cyrus’s name. “Until him.”

Lando didn’t push.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here. Should be fun having you at the race.”

“Same. I can’t believe we’re doing content together,” you said, smiling.

“Do you know what we’re filming?”

“No clue. I just hope it’s not something embarrassing.”

“I hope it is,” Lando grinned. He strikes you as the carefree type that is happy to do whatever is thrown at him.

Then Oscar, Charles, and—ugh—Max showed up.

“You guys are missing the dance floor,” Oscar grinned, throwing an arm around Lando.

Max didn’t say a word. Just stared at you with something unreadable in his eyes. Like he was trying to undo you with just a look. A lion and it’s prey.

You downed your drink and made your escape. “Come on,” you yelled over the music, fingers curling in a playful come here gesture at none of the guys in particular.

Lando followed you instantly, grabbing your hand and pulling you to the dance floor. You were giggling before you even made it there.

But across the room, back at the bar—you saw Max. Alone. Drink in hand. Watching. And for some stupid reason, you felt bad for him.

You shook it off and threw your arms around Lando. Oscar was behind you, his hands on your waist as the three of you swayed to the music. You were sandwiched between them as the music pulsed. You closed your eyes, letting yourself melt into the moment, deciding right then: Max could keep his brooding silence. You were here for a good time.

Max clenched his jaw and looked away.

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Making Changes for the Sake of Adaptations

Context: So this all started as I was doing a Search for a specific anime I was trying to remember then came across on a specific title that Caught my interest ( It's Called Maken-ki) so when I found what I was looking for I decided to see what the show was about, my impressions of it were ........ interesting . So brief rundown is that its the bog standard battle harem anime ( You know the one - Teenagers with different superpowers, Special academy where they go to learn to enroll superpowers to teach them how to control their powers, 1% guy 99% female cast, ridiculous amounts of blood shots and ass shots ..... let hijinks ensue and watch the cash flow ) but out of my own curiosity I continued my research into it ( even going as far looking up the tv tropes page and rather baren wiki page) ... this is where I have an issue with it.

I looked over the powers some of the characters have and there alright ( manipulating thermal energy, manipulating wind, changing your body to match that of steel e.t.c, e.t.c) but then I found one that was a HUGE problem - So during what looks like a fight between the main cast and a rival school I turns out one of the ANTAGONISTS( this is a keyword) has an ability that lets them reverse the state of things ( to give you an idea they can make a super strong punch feel like a feather and alike flick of a finger feel like 50 sledgehammers at once in theory or what I consider worse ... reverse ABSTRACT concepts like Determination )but they fought one of the protagonists and lost ( but the reason was so minded bogglingly frustrating and hyper-specific that I don't think I can accept that. If you don't believe me Find the Manga and Read chapters 18 - 19. I'm potentially throwing myself into hot water with this one but there is a bigger point to be made). Another example but a no less confusing example would be another ANTAGONIST who can manipulate friction ( increase opponents friction slowing them down to a snail's pace or increase there own friction to the speed of an f1 car ) with them even falling under the "Invincible Villian " category but yet again they also lost a fight but it feels under " The Only way to fight a broken power is to use an even more broken power" also there was some flimsy mind control at work but I don't think that .

Main Idea: This whole ordeal got me thinking and I that if someone wanted to write a fanfiction about this anime or any other work that featured a story breaking power form either the protagonist or antagonist Is it okay to make certain changes or introduce limitation for the sake of actually having tension in a story instead of just wondering " If X can do Y which would end the story in five minutes .... why don't they " and in terms of villains I'm not talking about the whole " I could kill you but I still need you alive for it is part of my master plan " I believe that falls under Pride and Hubris which is a flaw which can potentially lead to there downfall .

Conclusion: If there are any other fanfic writer out there that have come across this issue I would love to know your experiences with this

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[rene-spade]

growing up räikkönen | f1 grid

fem! reader x räikkönen family, f1 grid

note(s): reader is kimi’s eldest daughter 👍 2nd pov but for the plot reader has a name. We start off in the 2021 season, reader becomes a driver for mclaren the 2022 season. main idea is everyone is obsessed with her lolol

Warning(s): potentially triggering relationship dynamics, some obsessive behavior tbh bc i like em crazy, mostly cute stuff tho!

GROWING UP RÄIKKÖNEN MEANS having a chaotic first few years, but with your father everything always works out. kimi isn’t even 22 when you’re born (2001), and your mother is just a fling who sadly passes away before you turn one, but you are his world. he melts at the sight of his eldest daughter; the one who he raised as his alone. Sure, you’ve had a couple step moms, but only one father who happens to be the protective type. You grow up in the f1 paddocks because kimi doesn’t like being apart from you for too long. even with his marriage to jenni, he has her watch you during his races. Just the racing part though, he commonly totes you along with him during anything he can, even media duties. due to his own upbringing, your schooling is the highest of priorities, but it’s still a guarantee you know how to drive anything by age 16. He wants you to be prepared for anything life throws at you, though of course he wouldn’t let you do it alone.

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SOME DAD! KIMI THINGS; childhood

he named you after himself (kimi -> miki, unoriginal)

when you were ages 1 month - 6 years, he took you everywhere with him

he nicknames you “lumienkeli” snow angel in finnish

his first tattoo was a portrait of baby-you with your full name and birth date

kimi can’t say no to his little girl, so you end up bringing all kinds of stray pets home, even from other countries

you and step-mom jenni iconic duo

uncle seb vettel and michael schumacher (who babysat you growing up) buying you and kimi matching outfits

kimi is very bad at documenting things properly, so jenni organized and labeled his entire “isä ja miki-mäiri” photo album. after they divorced, minttu took over that position, adding robin and rianna.

no-dating rule implemented as soon as you mention a crush at school (you were 6)

crazy dad! kimi who tried to run over your first boyfriend with a snowmobile

a responsible drinker around his sweet daughter but when you’re home attending school, he has his iconic drinking benders (championship era all the way to his divorce era)

kimi who learns to braid hair so you can keep your hair tidy and untangled beneath your first helmet

you are his mini-me (mostly, just in the ways he intended)

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Twitter; self-ran

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Instagram; self-ran

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photo album; written by kimi-matias räikkönen (edited by jenni dahlman and minttu räikkönen)

äiti ja miki-mäiri lumienkeli mik ja isä

2001 <3 (2004)

isosisko miki, minun miki-mäiri miki-mäiri ja robin ja rianna 10th syntymäpäivä setä rami (2006)

miki ja jenni <3 isän vauva miki-mäiri ja

(2003) (kesäkuuta 2002) serrku justus

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this is the introduction to this fic / au. Please send asks to get the ball rolling! If you don’t know kimi lore, this might not make much sense oops

- ren

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Ok but how are the crazy f1 dads with their daughters dating? Who on the grid do they like?

oof this is a loaded ask bc they really are all out of it 😭 they just love their babies fr

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dad! kimi | growing up räikkönen!

FIRST OF ALL kimi doesn’t really vibe with most people in general, let alone anyone who’s trying to get with his little lumienkeli. kimi was lucky to raise a little girl similar to him, who listens when he places a no dating rule lasting until she’s 21 (as far as he knows anyways). despises the guys on the grid trying to get with her; he was one of them once so he thinks of them as animals, especially leclerc who’s known for his brow-raising dating life. also hates pierre but he already didn’t fw him bc he’s french. he is SLIGHTLY more easy going with women around his daughter so any grid guys with girlfriends might have an advantage. he finds that he wants the im-a-dog-and-ill-do-whatever-my-girl-says type for his daughter, but he dislikes unintelligence. he does not like anyone on the grid, but he best tolerates:

mick schumacher!

oscar piastri (+lily)

he vibes with kika okay but hates pierre 💀

bonus! he actually really likes max but his hate/distrust for jos overpowers that so he’s not letting that happen

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dad! jenson | growing up button!

OK SO JENSON is a bit less intense than kimi, however he is much more publicly affectionate with his daughter which means that he has definitely gone on public rants about how no man is good wen enough for his baby. that being said, he is a decent judge of character so he doesn’t hate anyone on the grid. but he gets real serious when he notices people hitting on his baby. this is mostly bc he was def a whore when he was younger so he isn’t quick to trust guys who are living the same lifestyle he was. he kind of turns on dad-mode when he notices anyone eyeing her up. but alas, he raised his own mini-me, who attracts just about everyone, and who likes to flirt back. it takes warming up to, but he can see himself fine with most of the drivers. he most prefers people who are friendly and who didn’t act like him when he was in f1 like:

oscar piastri

daniel ricciaro

george russel

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dad! fernando | growing up alonso!

NANDO IS DEFINITELY one of those guys who thinks he’s a “cool dad” bc he’s a young father and his daughter is his best friend. but in reality he’s one of those intense, fiercely overprotective dads who have impossibly high expectations for his daughters partner. 100% the type to punch a mechanic for saying gross things about his princesa. he’ll be calm and in a good mood then someone on the grid (or any man ever) mentions his daughter and he’s like 😐. UNLESS! it’s carlos. carlos is the only one who meets his standards, sorry to literally everyone else. but even with carlos, he can be a little stern just to get his point across about not messing with his only child. he just feels the need to personally approve of his daughter’s partner bc he’s hyper-paranoid about someone hurting her. his list looks something like:

carlos sainz!!!

that’s it

i mean if you put a gun to his head maybe max bc he’s a winner but he needs to learn to speak spanish so-

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dad! jos | growing up verstappen! unfortunately

FUCK JOS VERSTAPPEN obviously, however this man is one crazy dad who we have to discuss. his love for his youngest daughter is wild and unpredictable, and it’s very different from the way he treats his other children. his baby has some extreme one-sided beef with him that he’s smart enough to know about, so he isn’t too forceful about bonding, it’s definitely more desperate since max found success in f1 and she sticks with her big brother now. her entire life, he’s never allowed her to date, and when he found out about her first secret bf, he got arrested for trying to kill the kid so. he has IMPOSSIBLY high standards for his daughters partner and definitely wants her to marry within the f1 community, but he hates losers and despises half the grid.

suddenly he’s charles leclerc’s biggest fan !

lewis hamilton but he’ll never admit it

MAYBE carlos sainz

bonus! max obvi likes daniel ricciardo best but jos doesn’t fw him like that

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Ren

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my recent Thoughts

lovedrunk max verstappen with a hyperfeminine gf who he lets beat him at everything! it all started when she beat him in a card game and he realized he likes it 😳

obsessive carlos sainz x crash out single mom who used to steal cars for a living (she WILL be from atlanta ga just like most crash outs. maybe she fights any fan that tries to flirt with him.)

possessive sebastian vettel x single mom reader whose baby looks just like the babydaddy (seb’s jealous your honor) he does everything he can to rub his relationship with her and her daughter in the ex’s face

lovedrunk mclaren era kimi räikkönen with his charismatic gf who tries to teach him social skills and wants him to behave during interviews (he tries begrudgingly bc he’s obsessed with her)

growing up räikkönen au | baby räikkönen has a crippling case of daddy’s girl syndrome and will not hear any complaints about her isä (she’s not in denial, she just doesn’t care)

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my man isn’t creepy! i | f1 grid

growing up leclerc au !

fem! leclerc! reader x f1 grid, leclerc family

part i: carlos sainz, daniel ricciardo, oscar piastri, pierre gasly & kika gomes

synopsis. when the youngest leclerc finds her partners’ ‘shrine’ of her, but she’s a leclerc so the red flags aren’t all that red

WARNING(s); i like em crazy y’all, obsessive/possessive behavior, implied stalking/shrines, unhealthy relationship dynamics, sexual implications but no smut

carlos sainz.

“What is it?” You asked, head tilted to the side as you look up at your boyfriend. The Spaniard melted, muttering a curse to himself and running his hands through his thick hair. He felt hot, nervous for what the outcome of this discussion could be.

“Dios mío, ángel, it’s— it is not what you think— nothing bad. I am just embarrassed is all.” He reassured, big hands gripping at your shoulders. But he knew it was a bit bad, even his enabling family members were worried he’d freak you out if you saw. His movements were made to comfort you, but you could tell they were more self-soothing. Arthur had a similar habit whenever you got upset with him, too.

You only frowned, but it fueled Carlos’ panic.

“Mi amor, I will do whatever you ask-! You know this. I will let you in when it’s cleaned, I swear it.” He pulled you into his chest, arms fully embracing you. But you squirmed out of his hold, making him respond with an unhappy attempt to coo you back into comfort.

“You’re hiding something in there, Carlos. This is the first time I’m staying with you in your home since we started dating, let me see.” And at the sight of your big, beautiful, angry eyes, how could he refuse an Angel? With a twitch of his fingers, Carlos unlocked the door without any movement to push it open.

With a short huff, you pushed yourself through the door, only pausing at seeing at the sheer amount of merchandise that covered every surface. It was all you-themed, from posters and cut-outs, down to a body-pillow and even an outfit you’d only worn once for a runway show. There was a glass shelf with your old perfumes, newer ones too, and photos everywhere.

“Carlos….” You began, covering your mouth with your fingers and stepping further in.

“I know—! But I liked you so much before we started seeing each other and I- I am just a passionate man is all, my whole family says so—!” You cut off his red-faced rambling with a beaming grin.

“Ouah! I didn’t know you were a super fan before we met!” You giggled, mumbling to yourself in French about the various things he’d collected. “maybe you are a bit extreme, but it’s kind of cute, no?”

“¿En serio? Sí, mi perla!” He breathed shakily before grinning, “I should have known you’d understand! Mis hermanas se burlaron de m��, ¿sabes? But it was all silly…” (You’re serious? Yes, my pearl! My sisters teased me, you know?)

“What are you saying? Your sisters… something? I’m still learning, mon chéri.” You pout at him, in a much better mood now that you knew what your boyfriend was hiding behind the door he seemed so desperate to keep you away from.

He shook his head, hair messy after having run his fingers through it many times due to stress, “We should have dinner with them tonight while we’re still in Spain, I said. Let’s go back downstairs?”

“Why? Got anything weird?”

“Don’t say things like that, amor!”

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daniel ricciardo.

“Danny…?”

“Shit-!” He jumped out of surprise, dropping the box he was reaching from the top shelf of the closet.

“Oh, I’m sorry, mon soleil!” You squeaked, jumping back as well. You hadn’t meant to scare him, but it wasn’t your fault he was so focused in the dead of night. You were just curious is all. The box he dropped was was rectangular in shape, but easily bigger than a shoebox. You shot him a sleepy grin, “What do you have there?”

He sighed, shaking his head, “Why are you up, sleepy girl? Get back to bed, I’ll be right there. Didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“I’m up because you’re up.” You wrinkled your nose, inching closer to him with a small blanket in your arms. You tried to get a glimpse of what fell out of the box, but Daniel wrapped himself around you so you couldn’t see. He wrestled the blanket from your fingers, careful not to be rough with long nails, and threw it over your head with smile.

As you wrestled, your boyfriend only laughed and placed kisses on any part of you he could without being hit by your flying limbs, “Pretty things like you should be asleep. Your brothers would kill me if they knew I disturbed your beauty rest.”

“Are you trying to hide something from me?” You pulled the blanket off your head, hair a mess.

Daniel froze, jaw clenching as he tried to hold a toothy smile. But he didn’t have it in him to lie to you. The moment was completely still, before you finally broke eye contact and crept passed him to see the mess on the floor. You could hear Danny gulp as you plucked the first item from the ground; a pretty, navy blue set of lacy underwear. Yours, yes. But from ages ago, you swore you lost them. Then there were a few pieces of jewelry, a lipstick tube, a silk scrunchie, a press-on nail, a red heel, and two pieces of now-hardened chewing gum. All yours from various points of this past year.

“Daniel,” no, not the first name, he begged internally, squeezing his eyes shut, deciding to just wait for the inevitable disgust and rejection. You never called him by his full first name, only sweet ‘danny’s his way, sometimes ‘mon soleil’ or ‘sunshine’.

“You know you can just ask for my things, yes? You don’t have to take.” You were looking right up at him, navy colored panties still in your hand like you didn’t even mind that he took them. His reasoning couldn’t have been pure, you know that.

You hummed, pulling at his fingers so you can shove the underwear into his balled up fist, “lá.”

“Perfect girl.” He muttered, pulling you back into him and dragging you to bed, “give me the pair you have on then, yeah?”

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max verstappen.

It wasn’t always like this with you— you used to be just Charles “track terror” Leclerc’s pretty little sister, a little girl. But now it was years later and you’ve become something perfect and irresistible— something he can’t live without. He knows he’d resorted to some immoral, if not a little creepy, behaviors, but it’s not ���like he’s one of those guys that would ever hurt you. No, you’re a deity to him. He told his sister about his feelings at one point (even thought about showing her the shrine), but she told him— “This is all because you watched You!” The Netflix show that follows a stalker.

So he took down the shrine— moving most of it into his bedside drawer and the rest under his bed. But he realized he didn’t think it all the way through when he had you in his room for the first time; all pretty and perfect and curious.

“Good race, Maxie.” You hopped back onto the bed, your hair bouncing as you landed, “You’re so tense and for what, huh?”

Max had just a little bit of shame about the whole thing, but maybe not too much. I mean, his body definitely felt some kind of physical guilt or something if you’re judging him by the shaking and sweating— but his mind was happy. You were here with him in his home. In fact, the physical reaction might just be from seeing you curled up in his bed. But you’re close to finding out how… intense he was. (As his mother would say.)

“Sorry, lief, I’m just tired and you’re distracting me by being cute.” He smiled down at you as he began to change, “you need a shirt to wear?”

“Yes, s'il te plaît. Hey, can I put my bracelets in here—? oh!” He’d barely turned his back for a second, just long enough to remove his shirt, but that’s all it took for you to pull the drawer open and see the copious amount of photos of you (some edited to have him in them) and unsent love letters.

“It’s not a shrine— I’m not a creep! It’s just some things I made back before we got together—! You weren’t supposed to see them!” He was trying to shove some of the papers back in, but you were already skimming one of the letters.

“Mijn hart,” he winced at seeing the one you had— one of the more unhinged ones. The worst of it was in Dutch, so that worked out for him at least.

“Oh c’mon, Maxie! It’s kind of sweet! You had such a big crush on me! It’s a little hot, even.”

He grew even more red and fidgety at that, “Shit.”

You giggled at the words you could understand before he wrestled the page out of your grip. You grabbed him and pressed a kiss to his cheek before he could stray too far.

“From Max Verstappen-Leclerc, hm?”

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oscar piastri.

“Can’t I just grab a hoodie, Osc?” You questioned as he held you in place on the counter, from his spot between your legs, still in his race suit.

“You don’t need one, Lovey, it’s hot.” He pressed himself into you so he could feel you breathe better. You’d asked for a jacket the moment you’d entered his freezing trailer just after the race. He saw you go for the closet and quickly redirected you onto the counter.

“Non, you’re hot because you just raced in a little car for hours and now you’re all over me. I am normal temperature.”

“Cold?”

“Yes.”

“Then get closer, I’m hot.”

You huff obnoxiously like the pretty spoiled girl you are and Oscar can feel the rush of serotonin he got just from the sound. He knew this is the part where you’d get cute and pretend to pick a fight, his sweet thing. But bad timing— he’s desperate to hide his secret now.

“I can’t get any closer to you if I trieddd. What? You have a girl hiding in that closet? Hm?” He scoffed into your shoulder, but stiffened, knowing just what was behind that door.

You gasped dramatically, likely playing it up to get what you wanted (a tactic you used with your brothers, Oscar noticed), “You do! Irréelle!”

“I don’t!” His face shot up from your shoulder, brows furrowed, but he didn’t let you go, “You know I don’t like any other girls!”

“Then you need to show me so I can be sure! And I’m still cold.” You crossed your arms and pulled your knees together to get him to back up.

“I can’t.” He choked out. “There’s— it’s just— I have this thing—”

You hopped down and booked it across the trailer before he could reach out and stop you, yanking the door open to see what your new boyfriend was hiding.

You breathed out a dramatic sigh of relief at the sight, “Goodness, Osc.” Rather than finding a person, you instead found some sort of… collection? Collage of yourself and your things? Photos mostly, magazines, and lots of hearts drawn on articles about you.

Oscar grabbed you by the shoulders and quickly spun you around into him, slamming the door, “You saw?”

Looking up at him with big eyes, you nodded, “Yeah, why? You really like me that much?”

“What? Yes— yeah I do. You—? Okay.”

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pierre gasly. | kika gomes.

“I’m prepared to blame you for this if Charles finds it.” Pierre breathed, looking at the start of his girlfriend’s collection of your things. Kika scoffed, a smile playing at her lips as she re-organizes your makeup. Mostly lip balms, you’d let her borrow some of your things, not knowing she wasn’t going to give any of it back. Kika even managed to get a few skirts from you as well. The small framed photo of you sitting in her vanity was just a personal touch.

Pierre would be lying if he said he wasn’t impressed, but he could say he wasn’t surprised. He and Kika were a good couple, a good duo in general, but especially when it came to drawing you in. Because Pierre was such a good friend to Charles, it came pretty easy; Charles was easier on him around you. Unfortunately, that grace didn’t extend to Kika just because they were dating. Charles had something of a sixth sense for when pretty girls liked his pretty sister; so he was on to Kika. Where at the beginning it was nothing to get you alone with them, it was now next to impossible.

“Pierre? Kika? Are you home?” Wow it’s like they could hear your pretty voice— oh wait they gave you a key. To their apartment. In Monaco, where you live and you can really just waltz in and see all of the things they took (—yes they, Pierre is a thief too—)

Like two naughty school children, the couple shot up to cover what they’d done before you could reach their bedroom. This was their fault naturally, none of yours at all, they were the ones who encouraged you to come over whenever physically possible.

“Grab everything and I’ll distract her!” Kika whispered, rushing to slip out of the room.

Before the ‘not fair-’ could slip from his lips, his girlfriend was off to catch you, brushing passed him and leaving the door cracked. He could hear your surprised greeting, a cute squeak escaping you, before Kika saying something like ‘Oh, Pierre is busy now’, then silence. Pulling the handle back just an inch, he peaked outside to see Kika’s lips not even a centimeter from your own, her hands gripping your jacket for dear life.

“Oh, pretty girls, ce n'est tout simplement pas juste.” Slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it. Your eyes shot to his, but Kika’s remained trained on your face. After just a second, your gaze drifted to Kika’s vanity behind him.

The couple froze, you saw. Pierre pulled the door shut behind him as Kika’s mouth opened to form words.

“Oi! Get your hands off my little sister, huh? Démon impoli et pratique, seriously.” Charles slipped into the living room from the front hallway, having obviously accompanied his little sister in her visit.

“Non, Charlie, Kika helped me when I almost tripped.” You smiled at your brother, quickly covering for them, “I was just coming to see if I could get my jean skirt back?”

You looked up at her so sweet and she thinks you’re blushing—“Oh.” She squeaked, “yes, no problem. Pierre.”

“I’ll get it for her, mate.”

“surveille ta copine. je ne suis pas aveugle, mate.”

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Your man (s girlfriend) is definitely creepy, girl.

note; I made kika and pierres a lil longer bc they’re two ppl so yeah ft charles

thinking part ii with lando, mick (ft the schumachers), lewis, lance, alex & lily, george and carmen?

- ren

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growing up leclerc | f1 grid

fem!reader x leclerc family, f1 grid

note(s); inspired by @multiversesweets Little Leclerc series! This is kind of my version/take on a youngest leclerc sister. 2nd pov but for the plot, she is named 🫶 lol

Warning(s); possibly triggering dynamics, some obsessive behavior tbh bc i like em crazy, mostly cute stuff tho!

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GROWING UP LECLERC MEANS being spoiled rotten by your three big brothers, and even a select few of their close friends too. you’re as eager to watch the boys race as they are for you to watch them, you’re the heart of the family. being the youngest (2002), only female leclerc sibling makes you a standout in every stage of life. strict ‘no dating’ rules set up by charles after he noticed some of the other karting boys eyeing you. you’ve always been the prettiest girl around in monaco, it’s the same everywhere else the leclerc’s go (much to the chagrin of your brothers). it takes nothing more than a bat of your eyelashes for you to get anything you want, as things should be. but your brothers are worried the big world will ruin you; better to stay with them where it’s safe.

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SOME LECLERC FAMILY THINGS; childhood

full name Hélèna Solène Pascale Leclerc

hervé and pascale taking tonsss of photos

enzo being the sanest brother

all of arthur’s friends having a crush on you growing up

arthur at age 8: mean to his little sister

arthur the moment anyone else looks at her: *swinging*

charles being dubbed “track menace” after crashing into so many boys who’ve looked at you

charles forces you to like the red car

big bro jules who dotes on you, charles, and arthur, showing you off around the paddock

protectiveness levels multiplying after hervé passes away, and again after jules

your brothers are hypersensitive when it comes to you (if you’re sick it’s like charles is dying)

having to keep your romance life a complete secret from your brothers until you’re like 24

Monaco’s Clingiest Family

modeling agencies always trying to recruit you but you’re literally a child, so arthur and charles start barking at people that come up to the family in public

princess treatment you’re whole life and you don’t even care that your bros are a little crazy

charles has tried to murder his fellow drivers

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twitter; self-ran

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instagram; self ran

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photo album; written by pascale leclerc

lorenzo, hélèna, & arthur et hélie la bébé de

charles 2005 2009 charlie 2006

enzo, charles, famille <3 maman avec

& hélie 2010 2002 hél & tur 2003

bébé hélèna et hél et charlie tur est gentil

charles 2006 2008 de hélie 2003

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- ren

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Growing up Verstappen having a shit but protective father and a massive protective possesive brother max, redbull princess

STOPPP THIS IS THE ONEEE

the one sided beef she has with her father vs the unconditional love she has for her big brother GOES CRAZY.

jos is awful and definitely favors her over max and victoria, but he’s lucky that she’s their favorite also 😭

baby verstappen definitely has stuck tight with max since he started gaining success in f1, and maybe even got max to put more distance between them and their father

jos tries n tries to get on her good side which includes lots of bribes !!! gifts, money, trips, you name it n he’s already offered yesterday

very popular in the f1 community, especially beloved by fans! she’s probably the only reason people started warming up to max, after they saw how sweet he was around his baby sister

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imagine dad nando joining forces with carlos sainz sr to ensure their children end up together and become THE spanish power couple !!

fernando alonso 🤝 carlos sainz sr.

ensuring their kids get together by

sabotaging other suitors

no but carlos sr and jos verstappen actively beefing bc their sons are competing for babygirl alonso and they take it too personally. the grid is amazed by how carlos is able to get away with so much around nando 😩

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some smau! memes for my new fic

sneak peek 🤗

fic is out! here is part 1

Ren

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Hi ren!

Would dad!nando be okay/be less helicopter parent protective mode around drivers that speak spanish? Not drivers like in a romantic way, but a platonic way too - I can kinda see him trusting Checo with his daughter and telling him to keep an eye on Max and also to teach Spanish to Max and I kinda also see Nando not being as strict with his daughter when he's assured that other Spanish/Spanish-speaking drivers/Latinx drivers are around

he’s definitely partial to spanish speakers!! it maybe puts him at ease a little bit that she’s around someone that knows her first language. but also bro doesn’t play about his child and I think he’s normally just immediately not fond of men around her period. that being said 🗣️, his preference for carlos was something that built up over time, he didn’t like carlos around her at first either. It definitely helped that carlos is spanish and also that he really idolizes nando so.

nando is actually prone to jealousy around checo bc of this! 😭 maybe at first he was chill about his daughter being around checo compared to others on the grid, but then she once compared checo to her dad and nando has been like 😶💣🔪 ever since. he’s her only papa!

but max deffff tries to use checo to his advantage to try and learn spanish. he’s successful for a little bit, but spain spanish and mexico spanish are a bitttt different and it causes a lot of confusion bc baby alonso cannot understand max’s accent or mexican slang that he’s trying to use. the rest of the grid learn from max’s mistake and they all hire personal spanish tutors who are specifically from spain.

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Why can I see jenson getting rlly rlly jealous if his precious daughter gets closer with another older driver like nando or Seb and sees them as a father figure. He’s got murder on his mind

emphasis on Seb bc Jenson actually really rocks with Nando as long as he is the uncle figure and not the father figure.

“Uncle Nando!” ok that’s fine, kind of cute.

“You know you can just call me papa, ángel.” not cute, jenson’s hands are twitching bc he’s getting the sudden youthful urge to fight.

But yeah he has hands for Seb, just like all the other crazy dad! drivers bc Seb is such an attention whore and he thinks he’s the main character. Bro tries to interject himself into every father-daughter relationship he can. Kimi is the only one that accepts him as an uncle figure, the rest keep him at a football field’s length.

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I’m thinking Jenson with a daughter who is his twin 🙄🤚 And like he is always bragging about it. Her mom was for sure pissed she carried her for 9 months only for her to look just like her daddy

THISSS ! I’m maybe considering some man-eater but also bimbo vibes. Don’t ask me how I’m gonna make it work.

Jenson def loves his baby girl! Gives her everything she wants immediately no hesitation. He’s maybe a little more easy going than kimi bc his daughter is such a charmer and he just wants her to be happy !!

ren