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ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ PHOTOGRAPHS, CHARLES LECLERC !

> smau in which fans start to realise that f1 photographer yn seems to have a favourite. note. sorry for not posting for a while !!! had lots going on irl :,) here’s my masterlist and here’s where you can request if you’d like <3 pls ignore the timeline LOL i’m too lazy to do it properly n this is super short sorry!

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ynusername: alwaaaays fun @scuderiaferrari

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scuderiaferrari: Wow wow wooow! The best photographed by the best! Thanks for coming along and capturing everything so beautifully ❤️

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username: the caption 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

f1: The sweetest love story 🥹

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charles_leclerc: mon amour pour toujours ♥️♥️♥️ 

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ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ VERY IMPORTANT PERSON, OSCAR PIASTRI !

> smau drabble where oscar’s crush on lando’s friend is becoming more n more obvious! this isn’t a proper drabble i’m just super busy atm so have an smau till i write something <3 here’s my masterlist, and please leave some requests if you’d like !!! :)

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ynusername last couple of shoots w team_quadrant before my favoooourite weekend of the year ! 🛫

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user the film on the shots of her modelling for the merch omg

user lando in that outfit….

landonorris best in the biz !!!!!!!! (nice little violation in there too ty)

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charles_leclerc making the family proud! 🇲🇨

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landonorris not the only love you felt this weekend huh

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ynusername cool boat ! congratulations <3

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user is that not the boat oscar posted about….? and it’s the same pic of him omg omg

landonorris certainly kept yourself busy !

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user gag him for me 🙂‍↕️

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oscarpiastri my VERY important person ☺️☺️

landonorris someone’s forgetting how she took all them paddock pictures at all them gps… 🙄🙄🙄 will let it slide for the cute caption

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May I request a little soft lando blurb? Just whatever you can come up with 🥺 please <3

goooood imagine him w his worried girlfriend… like just hold my hand for this. you’re standing in the paddock, slightly overwhelmed between the revving of car engines and chatter of engineers. your boyfriend had done it again, P2, a result in which you know he personally won't happy with but you? you're just glad to see him climb out of his car in one piece, your heart has finally stopped thumping against your chest. he hugs his team, shaking whatever hands he needs to just to make his way to you. "there she is," his voice is soft and gentle, yet loud enough to pull you back down to earth. "there's my girl." he smiles cheekily as his arms make their way around your waist? yours around his shoulders as your pull him as close as you physically can. “P2, baby!” you cheer, suddenly finding yourself energised from his touch alone. “i’m so proud of you.” “mm,” he shakes his head. “i’m not. could’ve been P1.” “should’ve been,” you agree w him, pulling away from his warmth to hold his face in your hands. gently, you lean closer and press a kiss to his scar. “i’m just glad you’re okay.” “i’m better now you’re here.”

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who else read this then cried n threw up xxxxxx

risk | ln

lando norris x teammate!reader

the one where you find your crush with someone else.

word count: ~1.0k

warnings: just a little bit of angst with happy ending

note: based on this request. i haven’t written anything longer than 500 words in so long so bare with me please, i hope this is good enough :) reader is a driver but it doesn’t play a big role on the story/is only mentioned like once or twice!

you felt anxious, the nerves eating you alive as you lied in the darkness of your hotel room. you knew it was normal, in only a few hours you would be on your way to your first ever home race as a formula 1 driver.

but you also needed sleep, and as hard as you tried, nothing seemed to put your mind at ease, your mind just going back to making up every possible scenario of what would happen as you stepped in the car the very next day. the good, and also the bad.

after hours of tossing and turning around in bed, you desperately sighed: there was only one thing that could help you relax. someone.

cozied up in your pajamas you silently made your way out of your room and walked down the corridor to lando’s room. you knew he was, most likely, still awake despite of the late hour, well aware of his bad sleeping habits.

while most people thought your relationship was merely professional, during the previous months lando and you had grown extremely close to each other. too close, some would say.

countless nights, you had spent hours in each other’s rooms, trying your best not to wake up the whole building with your laughter. and most of those nights had finished with your limbs tangled with his under the thin blankets, whispered conversations and lingering touches lulling you to sleep.

you weren’t sure where your relationship really stood; every time you took a step forward, it seemed like you went back another three the next morning, the few moments of intimacy quickly forgotten as soon as the sun came up.

but he was the only person around who could make you forget about all your worries in just a few minutes, so you knocked on his door, hoping to not wake anyone up.

you heard his voice on the other side of the wall, but you couldn’t quite understand his words. only a few seconds later, the door swung open, a dishevelled lando standing before you.

“hey,” he greeted you in a whisper.

“hey,” you repeated, trying to catch on the undertone of his voice. normally, he would had pulled you inside already.

“i wasn’t expecting you to come.”

“i…” you started explaining, your words cut off by a figure walking out of the bathroom. your eyes widened and you took a step back. “oh my god, sorry. i didn’t know you were… i’m just gonna…” you said, slowly walking back.

you heard lando sigh and close the door as you made your way to your room again, your chest tightening at the realization. You had completely misunderstood your relationship with him, and now you felt stupid.

you crawled under your sheets with a heavy heart, and as much as you tried to think about something else, the image wouldn’t leave your mind.

the soft knock on your door only a few minutes later startled you and still with a blanket wrapped around your body, you made your way to open.

what you hadn’t expected was to find lando in front of you again, leaning against the doorframe.

“can I come in?” he straight up asked, his eyes analyzing your form.

“I thought you were…”

“she just left,” he cut you off, rising his eyebrow as if to ask you again to let him in. you stepped aside, inviting him inside and closing the door behind him.

“i’m really sorry, i didn’t mean to interrupt anything,” your voice was almost a whispered, embarrassed every time the scene played in your mind again.

“you didn’t,” he said, taking a sit on the edge of your bed. “you’ve been crying?”

no,” you quickly lied, shyly drying your cheeks with the back of your hand.

“your eyes are red,” he tried to ignore your gesture, but curiosity got the best of him.

“i’m just tired and can’t fall asleep,” you weren’t fully lying.

“mind if i..?” he mumbled, leaning back on the mattress.

He didn’t have to finish his sentence; you already knew what words followed: mind if i stay the night?

And normally, you would have giggled and told him that he didn’t even have to ask, but this time it felt different.

“i don’t think your girlfriend would like that,” you said before you could even think about your words.

an amused chuckled left his lips, “is that jealousy i hear?”

your cheeks heated up at his question, embarrassment growing inside you. and you couldn’t answer, too scared to mess up again.

“we didn’t do anything,” he explained, a softness in his eyes as he looked at you. “realized I would rather spend my time with someone else.”

your heart skipped a beat at the implications behind his words, silence falling hard between the two of you.

“really?” you finally managed to quietly ask.

he patted the spot next to him on the mattress, silently asking you to join him, “you’re that oblivious, huh?” he chuckled.

slowly, you made your way closer to him, his hands reaching for your body as soon as you were at arm’s length; his hands were hooked at your hips and he pulled you into him, standing in between his legs.

he looked up at you, a sly smile spread on his lips when your hands rested on his shoulders.

“you’re not just saying that, are you?” you questioned again, not completely sure of if he was just playing with you.

“don’t be silly,” he shook his head. “i’m actually crazy about you.”

your fingers found home in his curls, softly running a hand through his hair as your gaze met his, “what does this mean for us then?” your voice came out in a nervous whisper.

“i don’t know,” he answered in the same low tone. “but i’d really love to kiss you right now.”

your breath hitched at the statement, and you only could give him a slight nod of your head before he closed the gap between your lips, freeing you from all the worries that had been tormenting you for hours.

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oh this one 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭help my heart

Oscar and 8

8) shielding the other one with their body

“Fuck, Osc, we’re in the wrong place.”

You’re looking intently at your Google Maps, trying to puzzle through Italian street names as the taxi speeds off. It’s raining, pouring even. You’re wedged under a shop awning in your fancy dress, and you’re wondering why there’s no one there with an umbrella to usher you into a restaurant that you’re clearly not standing in front of right now.

“What?” Oscar replies, something like panic lacing his voice, “Shit.”

He looks around for the taxi, attempts to flag it down as it turns the corner away from you. Is, obviously, unsuccessful.

“It’s up there,” you say, pointing up the street where you can just make out a maître d’ with a truly massive umbrella, “We’re not far.”

Oscar groans, looking at the stretch of sidewalk. It’s half-shielded by awnings, but there are open sections where rain buckets down. You know he’s regretting forgetting the free umbrella the hotel gave you guys the other day. You’re regretting forgetting that umbrella.

He sighs, “We gotta leg it.”

“Yeah,” you agree forlornly, already mourning the loss of the hairdo that you spent so long on, and your perfect makeup, “We do.”

You and Oscar reach for each other at the same time— he grips your hand tightly and you run out into the rain together. Honestly, it’s not as bad as it had looked. Your hair is holding up under the hand you’ve got hovering above it. Your dress is getting wet, but it’ll dry in the warmth of the restaurant. It’s fine.

You’re about to breathe a sigh of relief as the two of you come up on the restaurant. The maître d’ holding the umbrella and beckoning you forward.

Then Oscar is biting out a curse, and even though you’re safely under cover right now he’s grabbing you and tucking you behind his lanky body. You’re confused, you grab his shoulder and turn him around to ask him what’s going on. You frown, he’s facing you and then suddenly a car is whizzing down the cobblestone road and it’s kicking up a spray of water that goes splat right onto Oscar’s back. You catch some of it, but not nearly as much as you would if Oscar hadn’t shielded you.

He cringes, cheeks screwing up in embarrassment or disgust. You’re looking at him with wide eyes. He’s wet, utterly soaked through. Or at least his back half is. You can see his nice button up shirt sticking to his shoulders even from here.

“Um,” you say for lack of anything else.

“You look too pretty,” he says by way of explanation, shrugging like it’s nothing, “Had to sacrifice myself.”

You snort, then laugh. He laughs too, and the you’re just standing there a few metres from the restaurant giggling like school children.

When the laughter subsides you hum, leaning forward to kiss him on the corner of his mouth, “My hero.”

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such a talent wow i love this so so much !!! 🥹

Hey hey hey! So, I was wondering if you could work your magic on this request? We all know Oscar LOVES sleeping whenever he can but what if he has a girlfriend with quite frequent insomnia such as moi? Maybe the piece could be about him searching for all kinds of serious and wacky methods to help her sleep - white noise, sound apps, black out blinds, counting actual sheep, a cold bedroom etc and eventually something so simple such as snuggling together after he's washed her hair or something soppy works? Thank you, you're an angel!

thank u for the request!! i hope i did it justice but i have no idea how insomnia works so feel free to correct me if i’ve written something wrong 🫶

5 things that didn’t help you sleep and the 1 thing that actually did | oscar piastri

pairing: oscar piastri x insomniac!reader

warnings: mentions of insomnia and the use of melatonin

oscar piastri treasures every moment of sleep he can get. cuddling up under the covers, catching up on much-needed rest between races, training sessions and team meetings is his sanctuary, a place where he can recharge. it’s entirely different for you. sleep often feels elusive, insomnia visits you regularly, and after trying to take melatonin, you feel like there truly must be something wrong with you when you’re still left you tossing and turning while oscar dozes peacefully beside you.

one particularly restless night, as you lie awake staring at the ceiling, you decide you’ve had enough. oscar, sensing your frustration, turns over and looks at you with sleepy but concerned eyes.

“another bad night?” he asks softly, voice groggy.

you nod, feeling guilty for disturbing his rest. “i just can’t seem to fall asleep.”

determined to help you find the peace he enjoys so effortlessly, oscar spends the next day researching every possible solution for insomnia, and he ends up with a list. 5 things that have helped others who are suffering from the same problem, and over the next few weeks, he convinced you to try it all, hoping to find the one thing that will finally help you sleep.

1. white noise

the first thing he tries is white noise. researching the best possible brand, he buys a white sound machine and sets it to a gentle hum when you go to sleep one night. the constant noise fills the room, creating a soothing background sound and drowning out any distractions.

it’s nice to lay and listen to, and at first, you think it might work. you close your eyes, snuggle into the covers to find the best position and takes oscar’s hand in yours.

you try, you really do try your best, to let the sound lull you to sleep. everything is nice and calm, but after a few nights, it’s clear that the constant noise only makes you more restless. you lie awake, feeling like you’re trapped in a static-filled void, and you just want to cry.

2. sound apps

oscar is quick to notice your disappointment, and he therefore quickly moves on to the next point on the list.

he downloads several sound apps on his phone, experimenting with everything from rainstorms to ocean waves to forest sounds. he tries different combinations, adjusting the volume and mixing the sounds in various ways, bringing out his inner dj to make you as comfortable as possible.

you appreciate the effort, but none of the sounds seem to do the trick. you lie awake, feeling more like you’re in a nature documentary than trying to sleep. the sounds that are supposed to be calming just keep you more alert, your mind unable to quiet down.

3. blackout blinds

oscar then orders blackout blinds, thinking that maybe the slightest hint of light is the culprit.

the blinds plunge the room into complete darkness, blocking out any external light. at first, you think it might work. the darkness is comforting and you hope it will help you relax, but instead of soothing you, the darkness feels oppressive. you lie there, eyes wide open, feeling the walls close in. the complete absence of light only makes you nervous and the two of you quickly have to give up on that as well.

4. counting sheep

you insisted that counting sheep was silly. there was no way it was going to work and you told oscar exactly that. he didn’t agree though, and with the use of his best puppy eyes, he convinced you to try.

he decides to buy a small stuffed sheep and as you lie in bed one night, he starts an impromptu counting session. you giggle at the sight of him hopping the little sheep across the bed.

“i don’t think this is gonna work.” you hold back a laugh as he makes the sheep take a particularly long jump across your duvet.

“not even if he gives you a little kiss?” he asks, holding back his own giggle as he moves up to you on the bed, making the sheep “kiss” you all over your stomach.

you laugh at the ticklish sensation, and the two of you have to realise that the sheep counting feels more like a silly game than a serious attempt to help you sleep.

5. a cold bedroom

the last thing on oscar’s quickly disappearing list is sleeping in a cold room.

to make that happen, he insists on making the bedroom as cold as a freezer. he cranks up the air conditioning and piles extra blankets on the bed so you don’t freeze to death.

the room quickly becomes chilly, and you snuggle under the covers, head on oscar’s chest as his arms snake around you, trying to regain some body heat. you’re really hoping the cold will help you relax, but you find yourself shivering more than drifting off. the cold air makes you uncomfortable, and instead of helping, it only adds to your restlessness.

the 1 thing that actually did help

after trying numerous different methods, you’re ready to just give up.

“maybe i should go to the doctors,” you eventually suggest. you wish the problem would go away by itself, but it doesn’t seem like it will.

oscar finds himself running out of ideas too, until something dawns to him one night when he’s on facetime with his mom.

entering your bedroom with a book clutched tightly in his hand, you raise an eyebrow at him. “so mom just left to read to read my sister a bed time story, and i thought: why don’t i read to you as well?” he suggests.

you raise an eyebrow, skeptical at the suggestion but at this point you’re willing to try anything.

oscar shuffles across the bed, helping you adjust so your head is pressed against his thigh as he begins to read. his voice soft and steady, keeping a calm pace to his words and you can’t deny that it’s nice.

he plays with your hair as he reads, gently running his fingers through the strands and massaging your scalp. the combination of his calming voice and the soothing sensation of his touch begins to work its magic.

you feel your body relax, the tension melting away. his words become a comforting background noise and his fingers in your hair provide a gentle, rhythmic motion. for the first time in what feels like ages, you feel yourself drifting off, your eyelids growing heavy.

oscar continues reading until he hears your breathing deepen and become steady. he smiles, closing the book quietly and turning off the light, but he doesn’t move, terrified to wake you after you’ve finally found the peace you desperately needed.

sitting against the headboard starts hurting his back, but he still stays beside you, his hand continuously playing with your hair, ensuring you stay asleep.

as the nights go by, oscar’s bedtime stories and hair-playing become your new routine. you find yourself looking forward to bedtime, knowing that sleep is no longer a battle but a peaceful journey.

in the end, it’s not the gadgets or apps that help you sleep, but instead oscar’s gentle presence and unwavering support. his love is your ultimate lullaby, guiding you into the restful sleep you’ve been longing for.

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ᡣ𐭩 BOYFRIEND TEXTS WITH LANDO NORRIS !

cont: very suggestive borderline smut, fluff, corny, not proofread.

summary: just boyfriend lando and implied austria race weekend & silverstone.

author’s note: first post ever kinda nervy?? i’m scared guys. be nice to me i beg? i was thinking of doing one of these for charles

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this is so beautifully written !! 🥹🥹

oscar and 31?

31) doing a pinky swear

random but i listened to this and this dj set while writing this

It’s difficult to resist the lure of the music, the dance floor that churns and pulses at your back. The DJ cycles through euro-pop, 2000s anthems and countless club classics that make you itch to get up and dance, something tugging in your gut when you don't.

Max and Lando have already gone into the thick of it, leaving you and Oscar at the booth. And you've decided that you're not leaving Oscar. If he's not getting on the dance floor then you aren't either. Even if your leg is about to fall off from how much you've been tapping it to the beat and you keep tipping your head back to say oh, dude, I love this song.

He'd made some offhand comment the other day, when you and Lando first made these plans, something about how he was boring, of all things. How he wouldn't be any fun at a club. It's been eating at you since. The way he'd said it, not like it was something he came to on his own, but rather, like it was something someone had told him.

The absolute last thing Oscar Piastri is is boring.

You hate that he thinks he is, you hate that he thinks he needs to be a certain way to make you happy. To make anyone happy. And you certainly don't care if he doesn't want to dance at a club— no one's going to die if he doesn't, and you'll survive a few hours in the booth until Max tires of Lando and his boundless energy.

Across from you, Oscar's taking sips of his vodka pineapple. His pale cheeks have been steadily turning more red the more alcohol that he drinks, it's cute. You're turning your drink in circles, watching it leave condensation rings on the linoleum table. The DJ is playing a remix of Murder on the Dancefloor and you're about to tip your head back and groan oh my god I love this song,

but Oscar is laughing before the words can even leave your mouth.

"You love this song too?", he raises his very nice eyebrows at you, smiling that closed mouth polite cat smile everyone likes so much.

You sigh, laugh, then roll your eyes at yourself, "Yeah. Love it."

He smiles into his drink, it turns into something a little bittersweet after a moment of you watching him. You think of the sad way he'd twitched his nose the other day, while he was telling you he was boring. Without thinking, spurred on by the alcohol, you lean across the table and swat his hand with yours. But you don't move after, you just slip your fingers into the grooves of his knuckles.

"What are you thinking?"

He bites the inside of his bottom lip, shrugs, "Nothing important."

You're not convinced.

"Is this about you thinking you're boring, Oscar?" —he raises an eyebrow at you, one that says maybe, one that says go on— "Because you are not fucking boring, Piastri."

He laughs, but its critical, disbelieving. More of a scoff than a laugh, but he doesn't want you to catch on. He's trying to act like it's all fine. That's how he is— it's fine it's fine he says and he doesn't let anyone see that things hurt him. He's so good, so nice, so unwilling to make anyone else feel bad.

Positive, optimistic to a fault.

"You're not," you insist, pressing your fingertips into his knuckles.

He shrugs again, "I'm keeping you here. I know you want to go dance. You should go.”

You’re shaking your head before he can finish, “Oscar. Please, I will live. Anyway, sometimes I want to spend time with you without Lando hanging around, y’know.”

Oscar snorts, sincerely this time, “Yeah, he’s—”

“Annoying,” you supply.

“I was going to say a pain.”

“Same thing.”

“Mm,” Oscar snickers, “S’pose so.”

Then,

“Are you sure you want to stay here with me?”

You slide your fingers down to his wrist, gently turning his arm around so it faces upward. His skin is smooth where you trace the lines in his palm. You're both quiet, looking down at your hands where they're intertwined. If you're honest, you've kind of forgotten why you did that— your thoughts feel loose, a bit disconnected. Oscar is warm and sweet and here. You just wanted to touch his hand you think. You trace a line up his ring finger without thinking.

"I'm sure," you say, a little breathless for no good reason.

"Promise."

"Huh?", you drift your gaze up to his.

Polite cat smile, he repeats, "Promise?", it's more of a question now.

You nod seriously, curling your fingers into a fist and sticking your pinky finger out, "I pinky promise, Oscar."

He does the same, lifting his hand up in offering. Your pinkies lock together, he squeezes tightly and you pull against him, like the tighter the promise is the more that you mean it.

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ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ HARD LAUNCHING W THE MCLAREN BOYS!

> here is my masterlist !!! pls do send requests my way for all forms of imagines whether it be smau texts or drabbles etc !! :))) my first post on this acc starting over is so scary 🥹 lmk if you enjoy <3

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mclaren our favourite hard launch 🥹🧡

↳ ynusername mclaren tell number 4 he’s cute for me !!!!!!!

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oscarpiastri 🧡🧡🫣🫣

user3 anyone else crying or xxxxxx

landonorris pinky promise to find you in every crowd 🧡🧡 love you

f1 alexa play love story 🥹🥹🥹

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user1 MY HEART IS ACHING

user2 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

mclaren can confirm 🥰🥰

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↳ mclaren ynusername it’s finally time for a #ynstri photo dump 😈

user3 congratu😭😭😭😭😭😭😭lations

f1 oscar in a white collared shirt was everything we needed and MOREEE 🧡🧡🧡🧡

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oscarpiastri my favourite lady 🧡🧡🧡🧡

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౨ৎ call me charley! british / 20 / uni student / sometimes ia <3

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masterlist, OR, request here!

REQUESTS: OPEN! ᯓ★

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MASTERLIST ! ᯓ★

ᯓ LANDO NORRIS…..

HARD LAUNCHING W THE MCLAREN BOYS > smau

WORRIED GF > drabble

ᯓ OSCAR PIASTRI…..

HARD LAUNCHING W THE MCLAREN BOYS > smau

VERY IMPORTANT PERSON > smau

ᯓ CHARLES LECLERC…..

PHOTOGRAPHS > smau

ᯓ GEORGE CLARKE…..

ᯓ HARRY LEWIS…..

ᯓ ARTHUR FREDERICK…..

ᯓ CHRIS DIXON…..

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