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hey there just here to say the way you write is everythingggg 🫶 stumbled across the ollie fic you just posted and had me blushing and for whatttt 😾😾

thank you so much 🫶 it makes me so so happy that you enjoyed it 😭

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hi! 🤗 maybe something cute for kimi about how he loves most things zombie apocalypse related, and he decides on a movie one night except it’s kinda gorey and scary! we try to be good and stick it out for kimi since he loves this kind of stuff, but eventually we can’t handle it anymore and just have to snuggle closer to him subtly (hoping he doesn’t notice how freaked out we are)

strayed a bit from your request but i hope it’s ok xx

It was hard to deny Kimi anything. In general you just wanted him to be happy all the time, but it was especially hard when he looked at you so pleadingly, eyes wide with hope that made it impossible to utter a word even close to no.

He was good at that. At getting his way when you disagreed over the small things. The things that were so mundane. So matterless that it didn’t make sense to argue.

He knew he just had to flash you the pouty look he had perfected and you would be goo, melting into his arms and agreeing to anything and everything. He didn’t use it for his advantage often - no, he would argue that he only used it when you were being stubborn, when you were denying yourself something he could easily give you - but this time, he had to admit that it was selfish of him.

He was tired. Exhausted from being on the road for three weeks in a row, the constant stress and pressure hanging over his head, making it impossible to relax. The hundreds of kilometres between you had made it impossible to be with you except for a few sparse moments over facetime where you tried to give him your entire focus. But it was difficult. There was always a distraction around the corner, wanting to steal you from him and he’d had enough.

He wanted to spend real time with you. Just enjoy the feeling of you in his arms as his shoulders lowered all the way for the first time in 20 days.

But he also wanted to watch a new movie he’d been looking forward to since the cast announcement had first appeared on his feed.

That was the reason for the puppy eyes he flashed you as you stood in front of him, arms crossed defiantly in front of your chest as you stared down at his open arms.

“Please, tesoro. Don’t you want me to relax?” His lip was jutted comically out, his fingers making grabby hands towards you like he was a small child wanting comfort.

“Kimi… that isn’t a relaxing movie.” You tried to hold your own, arguing hesitantly, but it was a lost cause and you knew it. It was impossible to disagree with him when he looked at you like that. When you hadn’t seen him for far too long and your hands ached to caress his hair and face and hold him as close as possible.

“For me it is.” He insisted, a smile finally breaking onto his face when you sunk down next to him, hands immediately finding his.

He pulled you closer, practically manhandling you into his lap before he was satisfied, placing a lingering kiss into your hair. Your hair that smelled so intensely of softness, comfort and home. The smell of you.

You let out a sigh, half exasperation, half contentment. You didn’t mind giving in to his wishes; not when he smiled so widely at you, like you’d gifted him something big and expensive and not just agreed to watch a gooey science fiction flick.

As the starting credits filled the screen in front of you, Kimi tightened his grip just slightly, as if making sure you wouldn’t move, wouldn’t leave his side even for second. Almost in reply, almost to assure him that you really were there, you melted further into his strong arms, leaning against his chest with silent contentment, even as the movie continued, scenes making you flinch and look away.

You didn’t pay much attention to the plot - in fact, you probably saw more of your boyfriends chest than of the actual action, but you didn’t mind. When it came to the brunette boy who had snaked his way so permanently into your heart, you’d do just about anything if it meant making him smile that carefree smile he only bore when he was completely relaxed. A smile you saw more than others. A smile that was worth enduring even the grossest zombie apocalypse film for.

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You fell asleep before the end credits rolled around, your body curled entirely into his.

He hasn’t noticed, not until you let out a particularly loud breath, almost a mumble of something and buried yourself deeper into him.

His body stilled for a second, unsure what to do next, but the relaxing weight of your limps on top of his got to him. You were breathing almost in sync, as if even in your sleep, even in your most vulnerable form, you wanted to remind him that you loved him. That you trusted him.

And he loved you right back. The love and trust and safety you had become synonymous with filled his entire body as he inched himself into a more comfortable position, careful to keep you close.

The movie had been good. Exactly the nice distraction he had needed. It was the kind of movie he knew you wouldn’t like and therefore wouldn’t put your attention to. The kind of movie where he could get your full attention. And laying there with you, all warmth and love, he felt truly relaxed. He closed his eyes - just to rest them for a moment - and breathed in the peacefulness, trying to bottle it up in his mind so he could stay there forever.

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omgg hii i saw ur request are open anddd i love ur writing soo thoughts on a first date/kiss with ollie?

listened to fearless while writing this 🥹

The fluttery feeling in your stomach was slowly spreading to all of your body. From the tips of your toes to your chest and all the way to your blushing cheeks, a tingling warmth was settling. With every brush of fingers and accidentally touch of legs beneath the table, it blossomed, leaving you slightly breathless and your mouth almost hurting from smiling again and again every time he opened his mouth to whisper as if you were sharing life-threatening secrets.

It had been a while since you’d felt that way. A while since a first date had left you so affected and nervous, but something about his crooked smile and soft brown eyes - eyes that shone with so much enthusiasm every time he talked and softened with interested tenderness when you opened your mouth - that made it impossible to not be completely bewitched by him.

You were sitting across from each other, the table between you forgotten with the way he was leaning across, his lean body as close to yours as he could manoeuvre himself. Your fingers were resting millimetres from his, twitching to reach out and touch, to experience the sparks just one more time.

Maybe he was thinking the same thing, maybe his brain was as caught up on you as yours were on him. Maybe he also felt like his heart was on the way to beat out of his chest as he inched his long fingers the last distance, enveloping your smaller hand completely under his as squeezed your skin tentatively, as if testing if it was okay - if you were feeling it as intensively as him.

You were. You were feeling every single cell against his, warm but still causing chills on your bare arms.

Your face was stuck in a permanent smile as he asked for the check and moved to pay before you even had time to consider pulling out your wallet. It stuck as he pulled out your chair and led you out with a strong but still so careful hand on your lower back. It widened just slightly when he offered his jacket to you, insisting you take it despite every argument you could get out of your babbling mouth. And when he took your hand on the walk to his car, your smile was so wide that you were scared your face would break apart.

“I really enjoyed today.” His voice, still boyish with that soft accent that made your stomach do somersaults, echoed on the empty street in front of your apartment complex as you lingered in front of the door.

“Me too.” You looked at him with what you hoped was intense earnestness. “I- uh…”

You wanted to say more, to put into words how magical it had been, but your throat closed up when he looked down at you like that. He was staring directly into your soul, as if trying to read your mind through your expressions, as if a nose scrunch was the secret key to everything going on inside.

You bit down on your lip, fingers holding tighter onto his where they were intertwined between your bodies. Your gaze was hesitant when you looked up at him, as if you weren’t exactly sure what to do next. He wasn’t sure either. He felt as if he had been plunged directly into the shallow end with the way you were looking at him. So unsure yet still completely secure in your thoughts, in your feelings, in what you yearned for next.

He leaned down slightly, just enough to give you the opportunity to meet him halfway. And that you did. You stood up on your tiptoes, hands snaking around his neck to hold yourself up as your lips met, soft on soft, warm on warm, hesitant on hesitant, but still perfect.

There wasn’t lighting striking between your bodies, no fireworks going off as you touched, but the way he held onto your waist, pulling your body impossibly closer to his was magic nonetheless. Magically safe and comfortable and right.

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hi so my requests are open for ollie, kimi, isack, gabi, lando and oscar!! i need some inspiration pls

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pretty world — chapter one

her move to london was supposed to be her fresh start. an opportunity to find herself anew in a place where nobody knew her name. but just as she finds herself settling in, ollie bearman happens. and despite her reservations, he barrels past every one of her well-built walls and ruins her plans.

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The professor was droning on and on in front of the screen. The principle he was enthusiastically explaining had made perfect sense when she learned about it in her native language, but in English, the words seemed to jumble together, and she had given up in following along already at the beginning of the lecture. Now, she was just doodling away in her notebook, trying to look interested in what the elderly man was rambling on about.

Her first week in London had been good. Quiet and uneventful, but good. A few girls from her class had invited her to eat lunch the other day, and just like that, she was starting to grow her social cycle in the British capital.

She had been good at adapting, at figuring out all the new, unfamiliar social cues. All her years of quiet, polite smiles seemed to finally be paying oL in a way that gave her fruition.

When the professor finally started packing up his things, signalling the end of the lecture, she was quick on her feet, moving out the room quicker than anyone else.

The building was busy, students lining all the hallways as she made her way out. She had study hall later, but until then, she was completely free.

For a minute, she considered texting one of her new friends to get a coffee, but she was afraid to push, to overstep in the still new connections, so instead her finger found way to her saved favourites and tapped her brother’s name.

Lorenzo picked up after two rings, a smile evident in his voice. “Hello,” a bit of shuLling was heard on his line. “Did my little sister finally decide to call her favourite brother?”

“Hi, Enzo.” She laughed softly. “Sorry I haven’t called earlier.”

“I was just joking, don’t worry. I’m taking the lack of contact as a good sign. Are you settling in good?”

“Yeah, I think I am.” She hesitated for a moment, looking around her at the grey skies threatening overhead the big park area. “Everything’s so diLerent from home ... and yeah, I don’t really know anyone, but it’s also nice.”

Lorenzo’s voice was soft through the line, and she could almost imagine the overbearing big brother smile he was wearing. “It’s okay to find it hard at first.”

“No, it’s not hard.” She looked down at her worn out sneakers. The tops were getting wet from the damp grass. “I just have to find my place here, I guess.”

He sighed good-naturedly in a way that made it easy to imagine his facial expression. “If you say so... just remember, you don’t have to prove anything. Not to me. Not to anyone else.”

She sucked in a deep breath at his words, but her resolve remained the same till the subject inevitably changed.

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She chatted with her brother all the way back to her room, revelling in the company, before they said their goodbyes and she promised to call both Arthur and their mother before long.

She was the kind of person who enjoyed her own space, but the silence in her tiny student apartment felt so overwhelming that she almost regretted not signing up for a roommate, just to have someone, no matter how unfamiliar, to fill the silence that threaten to strangle her every time she stepped inside.

As the unwelcome feeling overwhelmed her, the small slip of paper sitting on her kitchen counter seemed to suddenly be the only thing she could focus on. It was a small slip, ripped oL the corner of a napkin and crinkled from being carried around in her pocket. On it was a scribbled number so crooked that it could only have been written by a teenage boy.

Ollie had handed it to her with a crooked smile and a “Call me if you ever get lonely or need a tour guide.”, paired with an awkward scratch at the back of his head.

She was originally going to throw it out as soon as she came home, but something in her had stopped, and put it there instead.

Ollie had been nice. Welcoming and open, but still a bit shy and held-back in a so charming way that she hadn’t been able to stop smiling throughout the night. Had he been any other guy, she would have been over the moon to get his number after such a great evening. But he wasn’t. He was everything she was trying to avoid. Everything she was desperately trying to escape.

It wasn’t his fault that his job and everything it brought was so sensitive for her. It wasn’t his fault that she had been so exposed to the spotlight that she had grown to resent every innocent photographer and fan who just wanted to feel close to their idol.

She hadn’t chosen that life, and maybe because of that, because the only conscience choice she had made was to get away from the high speed, over exposed life of Formula 1, it felt so much more wrong to contact a boy who stood for all that. (No matter how cute he looked with his messy hair and goofy grin)

But still, despite that, she didn’t throw out the slip.

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Ollie was waiting for a call. He tried to pretend he wasn’t, but he couldn’t stop the way his thoughts kept drifting back to her; to her soft smile, the way she nervously twisted her hair and most importantly, the way he hadn’t stopped smiling the entire night.

He thought they had connected, thought she had felt the same, but apparently not.

Wouldn’t she have called or texted him if she did?

He had never been very caught up in the idea of love or crushes, no, karting had always been his entire life, but this was as if destiny had handed him the perfect girl on a silver platter.

What were the odds of him connecting with the sister of one of his coming colleagues—and on top of that one that had been nothing but welcoming to him? It seemed almost too good to be true. She would be able to understand his world like none of his former girlfriends had.

But it was too good to be true. He was getting ahead of himself. He knew that. But wasn’t that better than not giving it a chance at all? It seemed to be what she was doing, and he would be lying if he said it didn’t make him a bit frustrated.

He was driving to Haas’s location in Oxfordshire with his dad a few weeks later to prepare for the season, but until then, he was staying with some friends in London to get the teenage experience before he started his real grown-up job.

Maybe that was what his frustration stemmed from. Stress. Insecurity.

Why wouldn’t she just call him?

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Plsssss can u write a fic about Lando and reader where meets his family for the first time at a race and they all fall in love with her xx

hope you enjoy <33

It wasn’t often you gave Lando the right to gloat about being right. But if it had to be ever, now would be the right time. Because Cisca Norris was an absolute sweetheart. You learned that very quickly.

From the moment you stepped into the garage, all nervous smile and awkwardly wringing hands, quite literally feeling like you might puke, she had practically pulled you away from the safety of Lando’s warm hand on your back and onto the chair next to hers.

If her welcoming body language came from raising four kids, you didn’t know, but there was something so incredibly warm about her that made your shoulders sink back to normal almost immediately and you almost forgot how panicky you were before entering the paddock that morning.

Lando had reassured you the whole way in that easygoing way of his, as if nothing could go wrong. He’d kept his hand on your thigh the entire ride so he could give it a soft squeeze every time he saw you get a bit too caught up in your head.

“They’re going to love you, I promise.”

You hadn’t been so convinced, but he had just smiled and promised that even, if by some weird unfavourable marvel, they didn’t like you, it wouldn’t change anything. He was down bad for you. So hopelessly in love that not even his mother’s judgment was going to change that.

He was firm in his stance. It didn’t matter. But despite his earlier words, Lando couldn’t deny that seeing you laugh with his mum was a sight that warmed something inside of him. It was as if every single part of his body had gotten the same memo—that the moment called for nothing but warm joy—and the tingling feeling brought a wide smile to his face.

“She’s really lovely, son.” His father’s voice brought him out of his head and he turned to find Adam standing to the side, wearing a grin identical to his own. “Been stealing your mum’s attention all day.”

“Yeah?” Lando wasn’t paying full attention to his father, his eyes were still flickering over to your seat in the hospitality.

“Yeah.” He couldn’t keep the smile of his face. Not when his son was looking like that, so openly happy that it shone from every one of his cells. “Go say hi.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, and in two long strides he was standing behind you, grinning at his mother as he clasped his hands onto your shoulders.

You jumped in surprise for a second, the touch unexpected, but you sat back down as soon as you recognised the familiar sound of laughter that had filled so many fond memories in your head.

“Hi, Lan.” You breathed.

“Hi, baby.” He leaned down press a kiss to your cheek, lingering for a second longer than necessary to inhale the smell of your perfume. The smell that lingered on your skin the same way it lingered on his bedsheets when you spent the night. The smell that had become equivalent with home.

You leaned back to look at him, grinning at the twinkle in his eyes as you found his gaze.

His hand moved to rest on your cheek, his touch feather soft as he caressed the skin, almost like he couldn’t believe that you were there. Supporting him, loving him, being his. It still surprised him every morning when he woke with his hand tangled lovingly with his, your cheek smushed against his bare chest as if his warmth brought you comfort. As if you were as dependent on him as he were on you.

His hand stayed on your skin, thump moving up and down your neck, and as you leaned into his touch, he met his mum’s gaze over your shoulder.

She was smiling softly, eyes tenderly observing the scene in front of her. When she caught him looking her way, she gave the slightest nod in his direction eyebrows raised in a way that didn’t need words.

It was a small reassurance he definitely didn’t need—not when it came to you—but it meant the world either way. That she saw the same as him. That she would appreciate you the same way he had sworn he would spent the rest of his life doing. That she knew the same as him: that loving you would be as easy as breathing.

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pretty world — prologue

her move to london was supposed to be her fresh start. an opportunity to find herself anew in a place where nobody knew her name. but just as she finds herself settling in, ollie bearman happens. and despite her reservations, he barrels past every one of her well-built walls and ruins her plans.

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Everything about the city was unfamiliar. She noticed that as early as in the quiet car ride from the airport to the campus building that would become her home in the next six months. Bigger roads, smaller buildings and people walking around as though they had not just stepped out of a fashion magazine. It was refreshing. Refreshingly unperfect, refreshingly normal, but also incredibly unfamiliar in a way that sat in her bones, the feeling unsure and definitely not going anywhere soon.

She hadn’t been out of Monaco many times in her life. The opportunity had risen on numerous occasions, and had she been more adventurous, she would no doubt have been would-travelled by now, but alas, she was not. She was a homebody. Boring, safe and occasionally anxious. The complete opposite of whatever people envisioned whenever they romanticised her life. And so, the urge to call her mum—just to hear her voice and have at least something familiar to cling to—was getting stronger by the minute as the car drove through the busy streets, but she held herself back, biting the inside of her cheek instead.

This was supposed to be good. She had always been an avid lover of silly new year’s resolutions, someone who would come up with one every year without fail, but “new year, new me” had never been truer for her than in that moment. 

Taking the opportunity to pack up her life and spend half a year studying abroad in the famous city of London had seemed absolutely crazy at first. 

But then, when she for the third time in a week was stopped in her local grocery store by a fan of her brother who wanted to know about his whereabouts, the idea seemed suddenly more appealing. 

And then, when her on and off situationship finally ended it because he was angry that she hadn’t invited him to a Grand Prix yet, the idea seemed absolutely genius, and next thing she knew, she was getting her professors to set her up for two semesters at the University of London. 

And now, after two months of overthinking the decision and almost letting her brother talk her out of it (Arthur really hated change just as much as she did herself), she was finally here. In the heart of the city she had seen a hundred videos about, driving down the streets she had created three Pinterest boards romanticising. This was her chance of change, and damned be her if she didn’t welcome it with open arms.

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The student apartment was small. Absolutely tiny compared to the extravaganza she was used to at home, but also small compared to an average apartment like the one her cousin owned on the coast of Liguria.

A single bed and a small wooden desk were all it currently held—and all it would come to hold as she hadn’t brought along any furniture nor planned to buy much—but the simplicity of it all somehow excited her. It was so different than what she was used to and it only made her want to dance in excitement.

According to the online information she had been given, classes would start already the next day. She should probably have gone down to the student counsellor to receive her schedule and whatever else she would need. Normally, she would be stressing and panicking about the fact that she didn’t have everything under control yet, but something about the newness of it all urged her to be adventurous. To be curious. 

And that’s how she found herself wandering the streets of Kensington, London late that Wednesday evening, no idea where she was going, and absolutely no idea where life would take her in the coming time. 

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Her feet took her through the city with no real destination in mind. Thoughts were clouding her head in every corner, but somehow, the air against her skin and the sound of her soft footsteps on the pavement quietened them just a little bit. 

Later in the evening, after the mist had fallen and the cold air had started to make her shiver, she found herself sitting at the bar of small restaurant. She couldn’t recall how, but as she dug into her first meal since the lousy airplane snack she had after breakfast, she couldn’t really complain. 

Completely wrapped up in her own bubble of food and overwhelming, surprising happiness, she didn’t notice the person slipping onto the stool next to hers. She was completely uncaring and obvious until he with a gentle but firm nudge on her shoulder brought her from her mind back to reality. 

“Hey,” she couldn’t decide the accent, but the voice was slightly familiar. “Aren’t you Charles’ sister? Charles Leclerc, I mean.” 

With a politely concealed sigh, she turned her head to meet the person’s gaze. The irritation was already bubbling up in her, and she had to harshly bite the inside of her cheek before answering. “Yeah, that’s me.” The French accent she had been trying so hard to conceal all night fully returned as she locked eyes on guy. “And you’re…” she hesitated, intruding recognition flashing through her for a moment. “Ah - Ollie, no? Congratulations on the seat and all that.” 

His smile widened at the recognition in her tone. “Yep! Ollie Bearman in the flesh! And thank you.” 

She nodded politely, the smile already slipping. 

“What brings you here? In London all alone?” He didn’t seem to get the hint as he kept on talking, body now enthusiastically turned towards hers.

“I, umm… I’m staying here until summer. Some exchange system my university has with the University of London…” She brought a hand up to fiddle with a piece of hair by her ear. “I haven’t really had time meet anyone yet, so yeah, that’s why I’m alone.” 

“Oh, that’s great! You’re going to love London.” He clapped his hand down on his thigh as though to make a point. “You mind if I stay here and keep you company? My friends are probably going to forget about me either way, they’re here to get drunk.”

“And you aren’t?” She replied, head tilted slightly. 

He shook his head in return. “I’m trying to stay in shape—keep the head clear and all that. Plus, talking to you is probably more interesting.”

She hesitated for a moment, looking down at her lap to escape his intense eyes. 

His face shone with hopefulness when she eventually levelled her gaze up once again, and she couldn’t help the intruding smile as she nodded softly. “I guess I could use some company.”

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pretty world — ollie bearman

her move to london was supposed to be her fresh start. an opportunity to find herself anew in a place where nobody knew her name. but just as she finds herself settling in, ollie bearman happens. and despite her reservations, he barrels past every one of her well-built walls and ruins her plans.

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prologue

chapter one

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i’m curious, what’s your fav gracie song?

for me it’s two people :)

ahh i love two people!!

my favourite changes depending on the day tbh but right now will always be up there. also packing it up and risk have been my favs lately!

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hi just wanted to say that my requests are open!! would love to write for one of the rookies but i’m open for oscar or lando as well <33

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on the red carpet — isack hadjar

just felt like isack looked a bit lonely there…

The crisp grey carpet beneath your feet almost feels too fancy to be stepped upon. You cleaned your favourite heels before coming, but you still feel like you’re ruining it with every step you take along the path.

Isack sends you a grimaced look over his shoulder when you once again squeeze his hand a bit too tight, and he slows down his pace.

“I’m not letting go, I promise.” He grins.

“I don’t trust you.” Your tone is teasing, but he finds some sincerity in there as well, and his gaze softens in the way it so often does when he’s looking at you.

“I’ll have to take some pictures later, but apart from that, I won’t leave your side. I’m here with you.” He uses your intertwined hands to pull you closer, leaning down to press a kiss against your glossed lips.

You nod, your grip loosening slightly on his hand. 

“Besides, who would want to let you go when you look like that.” His smile is wide now, jokingly looking up and down your dress clad body, and you push his shoulder with a light glare.

He’s trying to ease your mind, making you think of something different than the hundreds of people looking at the two of you, snapping pictures with blitz and shouting his name and it’s working.

You hadn’t originally wanted to come. Isack enjoyed all these new glamorous things he got invited to, but you were more held back. Glittery dresses and thick layers of makeup weren’t exactly your favourite things, but when your boyfriend looked at you those big brown eyes, practically begging you, it was impossible to say no.

And even though you want to puke, standing in your tight dress and tall heels, the look on Isack’s face makes it all worth it.

He’s absolutely shining, eyes bright with a wonder that’s almost childlike, as if he truly can’t believe that he’s standing here, amongst his idols, with fans clawing to get a look at him, and that he’s doing it all with you. You, who were so far out of his league that he was completely stunned when you agreed to go out with him for the first time. You, who held him through good and bad and went completely out of your comfort zone just to see him smile. 

There was no doubt he was the luckiest man alive. Not when he had you on his arm, looking so incredibly gorgeous, and Lewis Hamilton comradely clapping his back as he walks past.

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dancing with our hands tied — oscar piastri (part 2)

(part one found here)

love at first sight isn’t something you’ve given much thought in your eighteen years of life, but your pretty sure oscar is meant for you. it doesn’t matter what anyone else says, not even your brother.

this is dedicated to all the lovely people who enjoyed the first part <33

Oscar was going crazy. He felt like he was slowly losing his mind as he kept watching his phone, desperate for something—anything—from you that would imply that you still needed him. That you still wanted him.

You had known each other for a few weeks. Barely two months. Normally, that wouldn’t have caused such an attachment as he was feeling now. But something about you, something about the way it had all been so easy, so simple, made him ache for you. Ache for the way you held him so tenderly, making his mind completely blank except for thoughts about you, you, you. 

Maybe this was what withdrawals felt like. You had taken over his mind so overwhelmingly that he couldn’t function normally without you. He almost felt his hands shaking by thinking about his empty phone. No messages, no calls. Nothing since that vague text that had sent his brain spiralling. 

He was desperate. So desperate that he found himself looking for the one person he wanted to see least of all people. The one person who would no doubt know what was up with you.

“Lando?” He found himself knocking on his teammate’s driver’s room more firmly than ever before. “Can I talk to you, mate?” he tried to keep his tone light, but it came out more raspy than anything. 

“Not right now. I’m in the middle of something.” Came the vague reply, and Oscar found himself staring almost aggressively at the closed door.

“No, it needs to be now.” He pulled down on the door handle, checking the lock, and was surprised to find it open. 

Choosing to not hesitate a moment longer, he pushed down and stepped in, finding his teammate in fact not in the middle of something, but instead, sitting on the floor, nose in his phone.

Lando looked up when he heard the door open, and he frowned when he saw Oscar standing there. 

“Have you heard from your sister lately?” He kept his stance fierce, standing tall in the door opening, even when Lando levelled a glare his way.

“Which sister?” He looked up innocently.

“You know that. Don’t act so obvious.” His voice grew louder than Lando had ever heard it.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about…” 

Oscar squinted his eyes, almost shouting your name in reply to Lando. ���Do you know what’s wrong with her?”

“Nothing’s wrong with her. She just realised the truth.” Lando finally looked up at him with seriousness in his gaze. “Did you really think that it was going to last? She’s a kid, Oscar.”

“No. She’s not a kid, Lando.” He sighed defeatedly. “You think that, because you’ve seen her grow up. Because you helped raise her. But you have to face the truth. She’s an adult.”

“She’s not adult enough to make decisions like this.” Lando declared.

“Decisions like what? What are you even talking about, Lando?” Oscar was losing his patience. “I get where you’re coming from, I really do. I have four younger sisters of my own, and they’ll always be small in my eyes. But I’ve had to accept that they’re grown up. And you’ll have to accept that your sister is grown up too.”

Lando shook his head quickly. “No, it’s not the same. You don’t get it. She’s my baby sister. She’s not supposed to be in love. Not with you, not with anyone.”

Oscar took a deep breath. “You need to let her go, mate. This isn’t healthy.” He took a step back, exiting the room with newfound determination. “Now excuse me, I’m going to see your sister and get whatever bullshit you have fed her out of her mind again.”

He left, and Lando was alone again, phone now suddenly forgotten as he stared speechlessly after his younger teammate. What had just happened?

-

You weren’t in your apartment. Oscar discovered as much when he came banging on the door and your grumpy neighbour came out to tell him you were on vacation.

Vacation? It was very out of character for you to go away like that, no planning prior. Or at least, Oscar thought it was out of character. But as he stood in front of your locked door, it dawned on him that maybe he didn’t know you as well as he thought. 

Your phone went to voicemail once again when he called, but at least you hadn’t blocked him. That was a good sign, right?

He felt defeated. Love had always been complicated for him. With you it wasn’t. He had been so convinced that he had found real love for the first time. That he had found his soulmate or whatever it was his sisters so often had fantasised about. But it was too good to be true. Everything always was. 

He was about to turn on car and drive away, heart hanging heavily in his stomach, when he got a message. 

Athena was sleeping peacefully in your lap while Mila was sprawled out on the couch beside you, her little fist reaching out to touch your leg, as if making sure you weren’t going anywhere. 

On the Tv, an old comedy show was playing a rerun. A man was running around, enthusiastically yelling about something. You weren’t paying attention to it.

When Athena yawned and snuggled closer, you leaned down to press a kiss against her unruly curls. Curls that seemed to run in the family. When your oldest brother had asked you to be godmother to his youngest daughter, you hadn’t hesitated for a single second. It was perhaps the proudest title in your life. 

The insane amount of love you had for your goddaughter mirrored the one you had for your older niece. You would never play favourites among your girls. Being here, with them, grounded you. You had been so mad at Lando, at Oscar and at the whole entire world. But you had calmed down a bit. 

Mila stretched, her head leaning against your thigh as she sat up. “Can you stay all the time, please?”

You smiled down at her, adjusting Athena in your arms so you could reach out and caress the side of her face. “I wish I could. But then the guest room wouldn’t be free for Auntie Flo or Uncle Lan. Wouldn’t it be sad if you never saw them?”

“No!” She exclaimed, giggling. “You’re my favourite aunt.” 

Your smile grew, feeling once again that it was the right decision to come here. Oliver and Savannah always welcomed any family with open arms, and your nieces never hid the fact that you were their favourite. You felt so loved, sitting on the plush couch surrounded by toys and pacifiers and the faint sound of your sister-in-law teasing your brother. 

You were at peace, the edge leaving your body for the first time in days. That was, until a shout alerted you of your situation once again. 

“Someone’s at the door for you! I think it’s Oscar!”

-

The house was big. Built in white bricks with a shiny black roof and potted plants surrounding a big wooden door, and Oscar felt it was somewhere he could see himself settling down in a few years. 

A pink slide stood out against the fine cut grass, and Oscar suddenly regretted his decision to ring the doorbell. What if woke a sleeping kid? What if he came at bad time?

He didn’t get time to ruminate further, because the door opened slowly, and on the other side stood you, looking tired and worn out, but happy nonetheless, and he was pretty sure his Whoop-Band felt his heart skip a beat as he took you in. 

“Hi,” He suddenly felt as awkward as on the day you first met, wringing his hands together in front of him.

“Osc, hi.” You look surprised, and he couldn’t decipher what it meant. Were you happy to see him? Or mad? Disappointed? 

You took a step outside, closing the door behind you carefully, sending a reassuring smile to someone Oscar couldn’t catch sight of behind your back.

“Why are- uhm, why are you here?” You crossed your arms across your chest, looking down at your shoes. 

“I wanted to talk to you.” He tried to make eye contact with you, but you kept your gaze locked firmly on the ground. “After I… I mean, I talked to Lando.”

That caught your attention, and your looked up with wide eyes. “Yeah, I know.” He laughed at your expression. “I think he was surprised as well.”

He hesitated for a moment before continuing. “I just wanted to say, since I’m not sure you’ve been reading my messages-“

“I have.” You cut him off. “I have read your texts.”

“Oh,” He brought his hand up to scratch the back of his neck, a nervous tick that made you ache to reach out and comfort him. “Well, then you know what I think. Lando shouldn’t have power over your life that way. You know I like you. Hell, I think I love you.”

Your eyes widened and he took it as a sign to continue. “Yeah, I said it. I love you. And it’s only been two months so it’s weird and too early, I know that. But I’m completely sure. Haven’t been so sure of anything ever, I think.”

“Osc,” You reached out to him, and he let you take his hands, holding them to your chest as him taking power to get out your words. “Did you stop to think that maybe he’s right? Maybe we are too different.”

“But we aren’t different. Or yeah, we’re different on some things, but that’s what makes a good partnership, right? We aren’t different on all the important stuff, though. You know that.” He looked directly into your eyes, as if willing your brain to take in his words. To listen to him. “Please just tell you know that. Please.”

“I…” You looked into his eyes, searching for just the slightest sliver of insincerity, but you found none, and it wrecked your brain. Your thoughts were clouded with uncertainty, but the safety in his gaze brought you back down. “I know that, Osc. God, I know that.”

He couldn’t help himself. The relief flooding through his veins made him high as he crashed into you, holding you tightly against his chest. Your head fit perfectly under his chin, and you burrowed yourself further into him. Into his familiar warmth and safety. Into the feeling of home.

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“You have nothing to worry about.” You smiled brightly up at your boyfriend, clutching his hand tightly in yours as you pulled him towards the door. The same wooden door he had stood in front a few months earlier, feeling like he was about to throw up his heart. He felt about the same now. “They’re going to love you.”

You had been assuring him all morning, insisting that your family would recognise him as the sweetheart he was, but Oscar wasn’t so convinced. Lando’s glare burned under his eyes, and he could only imagine how your other three older siblings would react upon seeing him at the family party.

“I somehow doubt that.” He squeezed your hand tighter, almost breaking your fingers, and you sent him an adoring glance, stopping just outside the door. 

“I have no doubt whatsoever, that they’re going to like you very much.” You brought a hand up to his face, caressing his cheek. “And even if they don’t, it doesn’t matter, okay? I love you, and nothing is going to change that. It’s us against the world, yeah?”

He nodded, leaning down his face to connect your lips in a kiss. “Yeah, always.”

And as you opened the door and was immediately ambushed by two energy bundles crashing into your arms, demanding cuddles from their auntie, Oscar smiled to himself. And as he caught sight of Lando standing inside, smiling softly at the sight of you, something inside of him softened too. 

His hand found place on your waist as if it was meant to be there, and Oscar—though he didn’t believe in fate or destiny—believed that it very much was meant to be. 

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Oh my goodness, I never usually interact on Tumblr a lot but I literally had to message you to say how much I loved dancing with our hands tied. I'm usually not a massive fan of pieces with texts/social media but oh my goodness the plot? the sibling dynamic? the secret romance? the slight age gap? Oscar being the biggest sweetie in he world? the angst? THE CLIFFHANGER? Girl you are so talented thank you for blessing us with your writing. Much love <3 So exited for part two !!!

thank you so so much!!! this means the absolute world to me i can’t describe how much i’m cheesing rn <33 knowing you enjoy my writing brings me SO much joy!!

i’ve been having a bit of a hard time w part 2 but this gave me the needed motivation to pick up the writing again <3

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WHAT WAS THAT ENDING BABES😧😧😧😧‼️

my first attempt at angst 😦😦 BUT dw a part two is on the way!!

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idk if you're still taking requests but can you please make one with oscar where like the reader is the little sister of lando norris and like he's super protective of her almost like her father figure and like it's only after her 18th birthday that lando introduces her to all the other drivers of the paddock well except for carlos of course cause he's basically family to that guy so yeah it's her first time that she's allowed to talk to any of the drivers but he still keeps a hawk's eye on her and like when she talks to oscar for the first time there's like a zing and she's in love at the first sight and so is oscar but since she's so young lando is worried about oscar hurting her and scaring her for life like can you please add a bit of drama i'm sorry for such a long request you don't have to do it if it's weird or sum😭

hi i’m so so sorry that it has taken me so long to get around to this request, but here it is!!

anon, i really hope you find and enjoy this ❤️

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dancing with our hand tied — oscar piastri

love at first sight isn’t something you’ve given much thought in your eighteen years of life, but when you meet oscar, that changes completely. just too bad that your brother doesn’t approve at all.

bringing back a very old request that i started on a light-year ago… part two here

Lando kept his hand squeezed tightly in yours all the way through the paddock, not even letting go to stop and sign the merchandise fans were so eagerly holding up towards him. It confused the committed Formula 1 fans who weren’t used to seeing him in such a hurry, and especially not on media day. What was wrong with him?

The answer wasn’t what. The answer was found in the person being dragged behind him, almost running to keep up with his brisk pace. You.

It was your first race since last year’s Silverstone—where you’d been flanked by your entire family and therefore hadn’t been alone for a single second—so your older brother was terribly afraid that you would somehow get lost and scared and hurt, and he would be damned if that happened on his watch. Not when his parents so very generously had given him responsibility of you for the weekend. A responsibility he took very seriously. 

It was no secret that you were Lando’s baby. The youngest of five, you were the whole family’s baby to be completely precise, but Lando had always been especially fond of you. 

Maybe it came from the little boy who was shorter than two of his younger sisters and therefore claimed the third his favourite. Maybe it was the way you had always looked up him; staring at him through big, admiring eyes as though he could do nothing wrong, even when he felt like he screwed up everything. Or maybe it was just a classic case of caring older brother who remembered the small, innocent baby who had been placed in his seven-year-old arms and wanted you to stay that way forever.  

Whatever it was, it was clear to everyone that you were Lando’s baby. 

“You’ll stay right here, okay?” Lando was looking at you with his most serious expression, and you bit your cheek to stop yourself from reminding him that you had turned eighteen last month. Technically, you were an adult now, and he didn’t have the same power over you that he used to, but you were pretty sure that he wouldn’t like to hear that, so you held yourself back and instead gave him a nod in reply.

“I won’t move a single inch, Lan, I swear.” You assure him, holding back a giggle at his deep frown. “I’ve been here before, you know.”

“Yeah, but never alone.” He looked around worriedly, as if willing a familiar face to spring out and look after you. “There isn’t even someone from Oscar’s family to keep you company.”

“I think I’ll be fine either way.” 

He didn’t seem convinced, far from actually, but when he was called upon by his PR-manager, he had no choice but to leave you to your own devices, but not without a lingering kiss to your hair and yet another warning look that you shrugged off with a teasing smile. 

-

Oscar couldn’t recognise you. He was standing in the hospitality, waiting for his morning coffee to be made, when he spotted you from across the room. You were sitting alone on the best sofa with a glass of iced tea resting beside you like it was the most normal thing in the world, but he had no idea who you were.

The area around the screens was usually reserved for friends and family of the drivers, but he was alone this weekend and Lando hadn’t mentioned anyone coming either. Maybe you were confused and had planted yourself there by mistake. It didn’t hurt anyone, he thought to himself, deciding to let the matter rest, but when you turned around and he caught sight of your face, it seemed that any excuse to start up a conversation with you would be good.

He wasn’t a very poetic person, had barely passed English literature in high school, but the way you looked could simply not be described as anything but divine. 

His breath hitched in his throat and when his coffee was placed on the counter, he picked it up with more eagerness than ever before and set off towards the couch.

“Hi,” He was smiling politely, trying desperately not to seem too diligent. “Are you lost?” 

You looked up from your phone, surprised. “No, I don’t think so. Am I not allowed to sit here?”

“Well, this area is actually reserved for family of the drivers…” He shrugged apologetically.

“Oh, well I am family! Have we never met? I’m Lando’s sister.” You hesitated for a moment, scanning his face. It was the first time you saw him up close, but he looked exactly as he did on all the pictures you had found yourself staring at a bit too long. 

He was taken aback for a moment, a frown forming between his eyebrows. “Really? I’ve never seen you around before. I’m Oscar.”

He held out his hand, and you took it, shaking it carefully. His skin was warm and rough, contrasting to your smooth palms. 

“I know.” You answered. “That you’re Oscar, I mean. I think everyone here knows that.”

He held back a smile, a small blush forming on his cheeks. “Oh. Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

You both smiled for a moment, keeping eye contact. “Well, sorry for assuming that you didn’t know what you were doing.” He looked around for a moment. “Can I join you?”

You smiled. “Yeah, of course.” You scooted to the side, allowing him to sit.

-

That night, after had Lando dropped you off at the hotel room directly across from his (because apparently a few meters was paramount to your safety), you were lying awake, tossing and turning. 

Your conversation with Oscar kept playing in your mind; the way he looked at you, eyes full of wonder, the way his hand accidently brushed yours, causing warmth to flutter through your body, and most importantly, the way he paid so close attention to what you were saying, as if you weren’t a young teenager, but instead an intelligent equal, with interesting knowledge and opinions. It had left you flustered, staring after him when he eventually had to leave for his obligations.

He was cute. 

-

The rest of the race weekend went by routinely, Lando breathing down your neck as always, following you around like an overly eager guard dog, but this time, you kept sneaking glances to the other side of the garage, hoping to catch a look at Oscar. Just a small glimpse of his blond hair would have made you happy, but it was near impossible when Lando insisted you stay in the far corner, out of “harm’s way”.

Therefore, it was no surprise when you boarded the plane towards London on Monday with no other interactions with Oscar than your first conversation, and even though you couldn’t explain why, it made your heart ache in a weird way. Apparently, he felt the same. 

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Oscar ended up staying almost a week, sleeping in your apartment with you, waiting on your couch when you came home from university, and making dinner together each evening in your small kitchen. You had become almost domestic by the time he had to leave again, and you felt as though you had known the crooked smiled boy for years, not a mere few weeks, when it finally came to saying goodbye at the airport. Oscar was hesitant to leave as well, stopping several times to look back, even after you’d hugged and kissed for more time than considered normal.

When he finally was out of sight, you stood still for a moment too, felling heavier than you had in a while, now that you had to go home to an empty apartment for the first time in what felt like forever. 

You were just about to turn around when your phone buzzed in your hand. Oscar was calling.

You picked up on the second ring, immediately pressing the phone to your ear as a smile broke onto your face again.

“Hi,” Your voice was a bit breathless even though you were standing completely still. 

“Hi,” he retorted, a smile evident in his voice. “I just wanted to hear your voice again. Make sure you weren’t just a dream I made up.”

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“You don’t know what you’re doing!” Lando was distressed, pacing the floor of your apartment as his voice gradually got louder. He was high on adrenaline, shaking from the inside and out, but his voice was firm.

“I do know what I’m doing. I’m in a mature, committed relationship with a guy that I like.” You were sitting on the couch, staying infuriatingly calm and standing your ground despite the way he was riling you up.

“You don’t know what a mature relationship is.” He laughed bitterly, shaking his head. “You’ve had what? One boyfriend? One fucking high school boyfriend?” The way he stood, tall and deafening, while you slowly shrank in on yourself on the couch made you feel like a little kid again. “Don’t act like you know anything about a mature relationship. You don’t. And Oscar is taking advantage of that.”

His words pierced like a blade in your stomach, twisting around a knife he had planted when he first started shouted.

“Don’t be mean.” Your voice broke on the last syllable. “You don’t know anything, Lando.”

He flinched at the way you said his name. No teasing, no affection, no Lan. He softened his voice then, still demeaning, still piercing through you, but quieter now, more like the careful softness he usually held around you. 

“I do know, though.” He raked a hand through his hair. “I have seven years more experience than you in every field there is. And you who also has that? Oscar.”

“He’s not using me, Lan. He’s not.” You were crying now, couldn’t stop it when he was looking at you like that, like you were letting him down. He was making you question everything about the boy who had slept so many nights in your bed, caressing your hair, kissing your bare skin, and telling you how beautiful you were. Had it really been too good to be true? Had it been lies upon lies?

Lando’s resolve softened even further when he caught sight of your tears, a cooing sound immediately escaping him. He tried to reach out, to comfort you the same way he had done so many times before, but you flinched away, willing yourself to disappear completely into the couch and he swore he felt his heart break in his chest. 

“Just think about it, okay? Don’t jump into it too fast.” His hand was hovering over your back, fingers clenching in desperation. He just wanted to stop the tears still streaming freely from your eyes. “I just want what’s best for you. You know that.”

And you knew that. That was the worst part. That was the problem. 

PART TWO HERE