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Oh lord no church would approve of the things I’m about to say but they would get. It.

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Baptism

he belongs to mclaren

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Gym Ambush

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Genre: fluff, just relationships

Summary: Daniel gets sent a video in the group chat. One of those gym challenge videos, only to realize that his girlfriend is the star.

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Daniel had just gotten back from his weekend in Miami – tired and missing you. He stepped into the house and kicked his shoes off. He called out to you but didn’t hear any response. Checking the time, he guessed you were most likely out at your pottery class – your newest obsession.

His stomach growled and he walked to the kitchen. His phone dinged. Needing a moment, he tossed the phone on the counter and opened the fridge. There was a container with his name and a heart on it. Inside, he found his favorite Thai to-go order. Smiling, he put it on the counter.

He looked through the back of the fridge to see what else is there. By the rest of the drinks, there is a bottle with his name on it. It’s just water, but the thought makes him smile and shake his head. He popped the take out into the microwave and waited.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

Sighing, he looks back at his phone.

Lando, Carlos, and Daniel. Lando had started it after Carlos left McLaren. He frowned. That group chat was never consistent. Sometimes they would message one another constantly over an hour and then go silent for weeks. Daniel hoped it wasn’t about the previous race week. He had finished P10 and dug himself to finish seventh.

landodo: guys

landodo: u see?

landodo: youtube link

carlos: no way

carlos: *message deleted*

lando: NO don’t spoil

lando: dannnyyyyy

lando: watch it!!!!

Daniel’s lips quirked. He grabbed his dinner from the microwave.

daniel: one sec

After opening the bottle, Daniel looked around to find something to prop his phone up on. He settled on your water bottle. He took a seat at the counter and clicked play.

The classic TikTok white gym bro popped up on the screen. He was in a nice gym that looked mildly familiar to Daniel, but he couldn’t quite place it. He was talking directly to the camera. Apparently, his name was Will.

“Welcome back everyone to another ‘Workout Match’ where I find a random person in the gym and do their work out for the day. Feeling pretty good today and want to do some cardio.” He smiled smugly at the camera, and he scoped out the group by the treadmill. His eyes lit up. “Let’s go for the girl in red.”

The camera moved discreetly to the side and captured Will getting on the treadmill next to a woman in a red workout set. Instantly, Daniel frowned, picked up the phone, and zoomed in closer. He would know that workout set, those legs, and ass anywhere in the world. It was you. You were in the zone – a zone Daniel found very attractive on you. Focused.

You were in the red set he had gifted you for your birthday – the one you had shown him for a week. Headphones in and oblivious to the world. You were stretching your arms overhead and flexing your calves. When you bent down, Daniel almost reported the video to get it taken down. The guy looked back at the camera and gave it a ‘this will be easy’ face.

That didn’t last long.

You started to pick up the pace and locked in for the next hour allotted by the treadmill. The video was obviously sped up with a time stamp at the bottom, but even Daniel watched in amazement. Will, no longer smirking, looked back at the camera and his smile was gone. You kept your gaze ahead out the window and then back to what Daniel was assuming was your phone. Your eyes bothered you if you just stared at your phone so you took window breaks.

You stopped the treadmill and hoped off – disappearing off camera. Will looked back at the camera and tried to appear nonchalant. “She’s just watching some race analysis. I wonder if that was her long cardio day.”

Then you returned and hopped back on the treadmill – resuming the pace and run. Will paled. His mate who had walked up behind the camera scoffed and laughed. “Good luck, man.”

Another hour.

Will had to walk the end of it.

At the hour mark, you once again hopped off only to return a few minutes later with a gel and Gatorade. Without missing a beat, you resumed the run. You looked fantastic, Daniel thought wistfully and a touch smugly. He had always found you physically attractive, but watching you exercise always did something to him.

At two hours and thirty minutes, you started to walk. You stretched your arms over your head and paused the treadmill. Once it had come to a complete stop, you stretched your calves over the side of it and loosened up your hamstrings. Daniel noticed you didn’t bend over like you normally did when cooling down on the treadmill.

As you stepped off, the guy intercepted you. He asked if he could interview you and pointed to the camera. Daniel noticed you didn’t seem that surprised.

“Sure.” You nodded. “What’s it for?”

“I was trying to do your workout for the day.” Will explained. “Just wanted to ask you some questions on your workout.”

“Of course, no sweat.” You nodded and took a sip of your drink.

“You’re definitely sweating.” He laughed, teasing. You only gave a polite smile.

“Well,” Your eyes flickered to the camera and laughed. “I am a high-performance athlete. Ki Ki Rah.”

Will’s eyes flickered to the camera giving it a ‘oh so she’s crazy’ look. Instantly, Daniel was crying with laughter. He doubled over and tried to find his oxygen. Laughter wracked his whole body. He could barely breath.

“Are you a runner?” He asked, genuinely intrigued.

“Yeah, I’ve been training for my first Ironman. It’s a good thing you didn’t pick my swim day.” You joked.

“Anyways,” Will tried to keep the conversation going. “What were you watching?”

“F1 – Miami grande prix.” You smiled and the thought warmed Daniel’s heart. You never missed a race of his if you could help it and always watched the recaps if you did. You had to stay at home to work out a RFQ. When he had talked to you after the race, you had already seen it. This video must have been from a few days ago.

“Oh, who is your favorite driver?” Will didn’t sound like he was testing her – just asking politely.

“Daniel Ricciardo.” You replied and winked at the camera. Daniel scoffed.

“Oh really?” The guy’s friend replied off screen. “Is that just because he’s hot? Do you even know how many race starts he has had?”

Daniel clenched his jaw. He knew some of his female fans had to deal with that but watching his own girlfriend go through that was infuriating. But you didn’t seem to miss a beat. For a guy that wanted to feel superior, he sure didn't know to whom he was talking.

“So, you think he’s hot?” You smiled sweetly. “Unfortunately, you don’t seem like his type.”

He opened his mouth. Daniel choked on his water.

“Jack, not now.” The interviewer gave his friend the shut it face.

“However, to answer his question, 236. 237 including this past weekend.” You did a finger gun at the camera. “And yes, he is hot.”

Daniel smiled fondly at you. You were glowing in your post-workout. Your eyes crinkled up as you talked about your training, and you shook your head when Will asked if you would do his workout in exchange. “No, I have a phone date with my boyfriend in an hour, but thanks for asking. Have a good workout.”

lando: did u watch??

lando: comments are flamming the other dude

daniel: god i love her

daniel:....lando did you comment 'and here i am thinking i was your fav. rude.'

lando: lol yeah

lando: Max commented 'ay ay ay'

carlos: is she really training?

daniel: yes?

daniel: but Sundays are usually cooldown?

As if on cue, he heard the door open a crack. He knew you must have seen his shoes because you came tearing about the corner. Daniel stepped out of his chair just in time to brace against you leaping at him. He caught your sweaty form, and you locked your legs around his waist. You were clad in a blue workout set.

You had done this when you started dating, but even after all this time you still greeted him like you did at the beginning – excitement and love. As if you couldn’t bear the thought of being without him. You kissed all over his face and he giggled. Taking a moment to look at him you sighed.

“I missed you.” You brushed your nose against his. He closed his eyes at the sensation, a smile on his lips.

“I missed you too.” He said, squeezing you tightly before depositing you on the floor. He noticed you wince slightly. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just sore. I may have overworked my legs yesterday to prove a point.” You laughed, undeterred.

“I knew it!” He shouted and squeezed your face, laughing with delight. “I knew you knew what he was doing.”

“Know about what?” You frowned, genuinely confused. Daniel showed you his phone. You pouted. “Nooo! I wanted to tell you about it!”

“You can still tell me all about it. Besides, Lando wants more details.”

“Lando?”

“Yeah, he’s the one that sent it to me and Carlos.” Daniel swiped to go back.

“Oh no don’t tell me the ‘Lando’s Exes’ chat is back.”

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It has come to my attention that some people don't know just HOW tiny Lando was when he was karting.

He was so tiny they had to velcro him into the seat or he would fly tf out. And i'm talking strip of velcro down his back and onto the kart, legit velcroed into the seat.

Also, you look at podiums with his peers, and he is so small, LOOK AT THIS: (Keep in mind, he is no more than half a year younger than any of these guys)

They were racing a literal baby.

and yes, thats George and Alex, who would race that little child in F2, and would join them in F1 in the same year. And of course Max and Lando, the infamous picture.

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wip, recently discovered Epic the musical, the story, drama ,emotions, all....was kinda epic haha

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Fanfic is a free hobby.

It's one of the last few things we can have as a society that's free. You can engage, for free. People give you things (art, stories, etc), for free.

Don't buy into the consummerism just because it's everywhere else.

You don't have to consume everything you interact with. You don't have to use things, just because they exist.

You're allowed (still, for now), to have things that are enjoyable for free.

Do you realise how insane the world is? We don't have many places where we can just be, for free anymore, but ao3 is. Did you notice we don't have ads in ao3? We don't have pop ups? Where ELSE do we not have that?

Where else can you just go and not have to wait for a commercial to be over or for ads to be on the sidelines?

I don't think the younger people understand, but the whole of internet used to be like this. YouTubers would do Youtube for free, just because. You couldn't monetise your internet presence before.

Ao3 is like a little preserved corner of the internet where the old internet used to be, and it's being attacked by people who do not understand that free things are allowed to exist without judgment.

Please don't ruin this for us.

Some of us need it.

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Being a pro censorship ao3 user is so insanely cringe. Either use the (incredibly effective and well designed) filtering system to avoid seeing the shit you don't like or stop complaining. Leave the pro censorship rhetoric to Wattpad or smth

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Two v. One

Part Two to Two + One

pairing: landoscar x reader

genre: smut, 18+ (minors dni), makeup sex, threesome (ish)

content: This is a follow up to Two + One and the couple decides to let their bodies do the talking. Oscar and Lando don't say sorry outright, but they enjoy watching you fall apart.

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Oscar holds you with a grip that is just on the fence between desperation and hesitancy. But you pull him closer, and just like that, it is all desperation. His hands, previously on your hips, go to your face and he backs you against the door. Enjoying the way the air leaves your lips in surprise. His whole body slots against yours, trying to keep you as close as possible, breathe you in. When his hips press fully against you, forcing your head up to keep your lips together, he has the audacity to groan.

You pull away to look up at him. That’s a mistake. For a moment, you see just how much he wants you. Your desire is reflected in his eyes. But that’s how it has always been with you two: lit match to gasoline. Unstoppable inferno.

“This is a bad idea.” You say, heart still bleeding from the day – the past six months without him. Your heart knows better, but your body – forgive it – has missed him. Has missed them.

“Stop me then.” His eyes burn into your face. Without even thinking, his thumb traces over your bottom lip. It’s something habitual, something he always did when kissing you. But in the slow drag you can tell – if you pulled away he would back off. If you wanted him gone, he would go.

“You’re not forgiven.” You say, it’s the last thing you can throw out. Something to hang in the air between the two of you. Because you need him to know that this doesn’t change anything.

“Didn’t expect to be.” He says; a man on the starting line. He’s waiting for the lights to go out. You can feel the thrum of his body against yours. Simple. Easy. Just like his answer.

“Lando…,” You look back to the inside of the apartment. From the outside, you can’t see him on the couch but you know he is there. This had always been about the three of you.

“I’ll take care of that.” His voice is light, a smile, and you turn to see him. The fire isn’t out, but controlled. Excited.

You nod. As he reaches for you, you press your hand behind you to turn the handle. In one swift motion, as if he already knows what you’re going to do, he hoists you against him. You reach down from your new vantage point and cup his face with both hands. You press your lips to his, deep and slow.

As you pass the couch, Oscar kicks it. Hard enough to make a noise but not hard enough to do damage to his foot. You startle in his hands, but he only grins. Lando, who had been fast asleep, startles more and almost ends up on the floor. In the darkness, all he can see is Oscar’s form walking past to your room.

“Hey!” Lando protests. “What the hell, Oscar?”

Oscar doesn’t answer himself. He runs his tongue along your bottom lip, eliciting a small gasp from your lips. Tightly, he squeezes your thighs. The gasp and subsequent sharp inhale are all Lando needs to hear. Even in the darkness, he would know that sound. Especially in the darkness.

Lando falls off the couch, legs tangled in a blanket, in his rush to get to his feet. He’s on his feet immediately and pulls his shirt over his head in a swift motion. He doesn’t know how far along the two of you have gotten while he was out, but he doesn’t plan to waste any time if he is on the back foot. You catch sight of his lean abdomen and it’s like a bullet to your chest.

I’ve missed this, it’s a hollow and echoing thought. Followed by, he still looks god-like.

Oscar blindly opens the door to your bedroom, and you are grateful you had broken the depression cloud enough last week to clean up your room. He stumbles to the bed and drops you on the mattress. The fall and impact drive the air from your lungs, and you stare up at him.

His pale and lean body. Muscles still evident in the shadows. The sight of him lights a new fire inside you. Both of them, god-like.

“Lights?” You hear Lando’s voice at the threshold.

“No.” You.

“Yes.” Oscar.

There is a moment of silence. “Sorry mate, her house. Her rules.”

Lando leaves the door open, though. It’s just enough light to make out where you lay on the bed, one leg dangling over the edge and the other bent on the bed with your foot on the mattress. You are resting on your elbows, eyes flicking between the two.

You grin smugly and feel a hand find your chin in the darkness. Oscar’s lips brush against yours, feeling your smug smile, and you notice he is grinning into the kiss – similar smile for a different reason. He playfully bites your lip. “It’s fine, Lando. You know we don’t need it.”

You hear a chuckle from the darkness. Your breath catches.

Above and in front of you, you see Oscar’s form faintly reach for his shirt. He lifts it over his head by the bottom. The shirt is still caught on his biceps when Lando reaches him from behind. Lando places a ghost of a kiss on Oscar’s shoulder, arms wrapping around him to get at the button on his pants. Once he’s sure he got them open, he teasingly runs his fingers under the band.

“Grab the – fuck-,” Oscar curses as Lando’s fingers dip a little lower. You hear a low groan from Oscar and can only imagine what Lando’s hands are doing to him. Satisfied, Lando removes his fingers to hook them around Oscar’s pants. “Condoms.”

“Sure thing, mate.” Lando says, all cheer as if Oscar isn’t much harder than he was moments ago. All from some light touching.

“Don’t call me mate if you’re gonna take my cock.” Oscar snaps, no bite behind the bark. You notice his breathing is hitched.

“Promises, promises.” Lando retorts as he walks to the nightstand. As he passes, he leans down onto the bed. The bed dips and you turn towards the movement. His lips press against yours and he kisses you. You expect a quick kiss, a peck, and for him to get what he needs, but he doesn’t.

Lando’s hand cups your face, gentle, but his lips – oh his lips. He knows just how to kiss you like he wants every part of you. His tongue, just enough, swipes against yours and you moan. He smiles into the kiss and keeps going. You shakily lift one hand to tangle in his hair. Slowly, he eases you back as his kiss leaves you breathless. Your eyes flutter as he kisses your neck.

I need him.

You feel Oscar kiss your ankles and automatically you spread your legs for him to nestle closer. He doesn’t. Instead, he reaches for your shorts, giving them a tug. Still immersed in Lando’s wet kisses on your clavicle, neck, and back to your lips, you barely lift your hips. You hear a huff before a much harder tug.

“Hey!” Lando protests as you’re pulled away from him. Oscar pulls enough of you off the bed so both of your feet land on the ground when he lets go.

“We don’t have all day.” Oscar rolls his eyes, but you can hear the smile in his voice. “Weren’t you looking for the condoms, mate?”

“Screw you.” Lando laughs, nonplussed. You hear him open the drawer and start rummaging. He had been here enough times before to know where everything belonged. The sound is drowned out as Oscar places a kiss on your inner thigh. The sudden, but not unpleasant, kiss makes you jump. You prop yourself up, barely. Your breath hitches as he looks up at you, kneeling at the edge of the bed.

He hovers right over your panties. His eyes ask an unmistakable question. In answer, you sit up further and remove your shirt. He leans back and hooks two fingers in your underwear and pull them down. Oscar helps you lift your hips and throws them somewhere behind his right shoulder.

As you settle back down, Oscar gently kisses your stomach. Unlike the rest of the kisses that went straight to your core, this kiss pierces your heart – fills it slightly. It’s a reminder this isn’t a random hook up. These men know you. They know your body.

As if hearing your thoughts, Oscar hooks his hands around your legs and lifts them over his shoulders. He looks down – hungry – and groans.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this.” That’s all you hear, and all that echoes in your head, as Oscar buries his face in your warmth. You gasp and lift your hips as Oscar licks a long stripe over your entrance. Shuddering, you place a hand over your mouth. His mouth is so warm and wanting, you can’t help but press your core closer to his mouth.

Only more encouraged, Oscar is burning. He can’t get enough and eats you out like a man in a trance. You’re so wet and ready for him, he thinks, painfully hard.He rubs his hand over your clit and feels your legs tighten around his head. He glances up, wondering where all your sounds went. His eyes narrow when he sees your hand over your mouth, head thrown back.

“I want to hear you.” Oscar says, catching his breath. He waits for you to lower your hand before pressing his finger inside and curling it just the way you like it. Your moan is ripped from your lips as he sets a deep pace, opening you up. Your wetness coating his fingers and his mouth. Adding another finger, he drives you closer to the edge. He has your squirming from his fingers and mouth.

“Osc-Oscar!” You gasp his name.

Finally, Lando returns, condoms in hand, and saddles up next to you. You gasp as Oscar hooks his finger one more time and Lando takes the opportunity to kiss you, wet and hot. One hand slides behind your back to unhook your bra. As it hooks off, you sigh only for it to reach a different pitch as Lando cups your chest and runs his thumb over your nipple. He pinches just enough. Your hand tightens in his hair and you both moan.

With both men touching you, you don’t last much longer. You are so close. Oscar’s fingers pumping in and out of you and Lando’s tongue moving to circle your nipples, you feel the orgasm on the horizon. You hand drops from Lando’s curls to feel his hard-on through his briefs.

“Ple-please don’t sto-,” You gasp, barely able to form the words. You don’t see it, but Oscar reaches out and taps Lando’s knee, three quick times. It was an old signal, but Lando needed no reminder. Lando makes eye contact with Oscar and he nearly came from the sight and the way you slipped your hand under his briefs. Oscar’s pupils are blown, a shine on his face, and he looks blissed out of his mind – but focused. They both slow their ministrations, and you whine.

“Baby, we want to feel you cum around us.” Lando whispers against your lips. You just nod, anything to get that feeling back – to get their hands, mouths, or cocks. “Okay move back for us, remember?”

As one unit, you all move back so you can lay down by the headboard. Taking advantage of the movement, Lando catches Oscar in a deep kiss, licking the taste of you from Oscar’s lips. Oscar grabs the side of Lando’s head and pulls him closer. Lando is greedy and tightens his grip on Oscar’s cock. Oscar groans low – never one for a lot of noise. Lando undresses Oscar the rest of the way and takes his cock in his hand. He pumps him slowly, but enough for Oscar to grip his arm.

“Next time, you and me.” Oscar says low into Lando’s ear. Lando licks a line up Oscar’s neck and takes satisfaction in watching the Aussie shiver.

“Like I said, promi-,” Lando grins but is cut short. Oscar gently kisses him. It isn’t rushed or desperate – it is intentional and slow. Lando leans into Oscar’s touch like he always did. This is more than sex – its something else.

Oscar brushes Lando’s flushed cheeks and looks intensely into his eyes. For a brief second, he presses his forehead to Lando’s. They both stare at one another like they do through their helmets after a race.

“Yes, it is.” Oscar whispers, the mood shifting. He kisses Lando again and the change in pace leaves Lando breathless. It’s not an apology – it’s not the place for one. But it is something.

You watch it all unfold, dazed. You are holding your breath, you don’t want to interrupt. And you don’t have to. They both pull away and look down at you.

“Seriously, are you okay with this?” You aren’t sure who says it but both of them look at you from above, faint light illuminating their expressions. You stare between them – a scene you had seen a hundred times over the course of your relationship. But there had never been that hesitancy – that unspoken caution.

You reach for both of them. Lando takes his spot by your right side, and tosses one of the condoms to Oscar. Oscar catches it, eyes on you, and rips it open with his teeth. You and Lando both stare at him.

“Fucking hell.” That’s Lando.

“Has he always been this hot?” You ask, soft and teasing. Oscar rolls his eyes, but you can see his eyes shine.

Lando eyes Oscar up and down, enjoying the way Oscar’s ears go red for a moment at the two of you running your eyes over him. “Yes, he has.”

It’s simple. It’s the last full conversation you have.

Oscar lines himself up and eases into you. Lando’s right hand soothes your stomach as you try and take Oscar’s length. The stretch is delicious, and you have to keep yourself from pulling him closer with your legs. Lando brushes his fingers over your clit and Oscar groans as your walls clench around him.

Lando takes his time kissing you, dirty and open-mouthed. You can barely catch your breath. He can tell once Oscar is fully inside you by the way you shift under him, the way your hand reaches out for his own cock and your thumb swipes over the slit, gathering pre-cum and using it to lube up his cock slightly, wanting to feel him fully.

Oscar grips the headboard and sets a fast pace. He stares down at the way you take his cock so beautifully and wishes he could immortalize it forever. As he goes on, with a pace that leaves alternating between you screaming his mouth and arching into Lando’s waiting lips, he starts to feel his control slipping. What pushes him past the control, is the thought of the way Lando had stared at him while he sat between your legs.

He thrusts again and you’re scratching for purchase on Lando’s back. Your voice is pitched too high – too far gone. He goes harder and faster, control gone. All that remained was the three of you.

“Oscar please please.” You are begging. “You feel so good.”

Oscar’s head feels fuzzy. Lando once again dips his hand to your clit and rubs at the same pace Oscar is moving in and out of you. “Wanna cum around his dick? You look so pretty taking him like that.”

Lando’s words and Oscar’s increased pace push you fully over the edge. You arch off the bed, gasping against Lando’s lips but he simply kisses and sucks down your neck. Later, Oscar will figure out why. And he will want to kiss Lando furiously. Lando knows, always remembers, how much Oscar loves to hear you call his name as you cum. And how much he loves to kiss you as -

And call his name you do. It’s a prayer. It’s a gasp. It’s a whimper.

He cums with you reaching for him in the afterglow of your orgasm. As he spills himself into you, he falls forward, catching himself on his elbows. He groans as he kisses you, needs to feel your lips on his, and gasps as you milk the rest of his orgasm out of him.

Once he’s caught his breath, he pulls out of you, both of you wincing at the loss. Oscar falls to the space to your left but keeps his lips on yours. Lando traces kisses along your arms and your legs.

Oscar traces a pattern on your stomach once he has disposed of the condom and whispers sweet nothings in your ears as Lando positions himself inbetween your legs. You tug him closer. Lando tuts and pats your leg. He slips the condom on himself, and you stare at him. His expression is softer – fond. Oscar catches the look on your face and stares at Lando as well.

Lando fills you swiftly and you whimper. Both of them press light kisses to any exposed skin. You can only let out small gasps and tiny whimpers as he begins to move, the overstimulation prickling you like ice. For as fast and hard as Oscar set the pace, Lando was never one to follow someone else’s pace. He buries into you deep and slow. Your name slipping from his lips between soft names.

“Darling, fuck, you feel so good around me.” Lando moans, his voice combining with the sound of skin on skin. Oscar tips you back to kiss you, enjoying the taste of your mouth. You moan into his lips, finally tasting yourself on his tongue.

It’s the pull of three bodies knowing what the others need. Oscar twisting and toying with your nipples and Lando filling you slowly and fully. It’s everything you need.

The second orgasm sneaks up on you. You pull Lando closer, already gasping. He can feel you pulsing around him, sucking him closer. He picks up his pace, entranced by the way you move your hips to meet him. Gasps leaving your mouth – his name falling from your mouth like gold.

He groans, core tightening, cursing, as he spills inside you. The sight of him, curls damp against his forehead, eyes closing tightly, and sweat glistening off his golden body has you coming around him. Oscar reaches down to play with your abandoned clit, having you ride the orgasm. Their names and touches blend together.

Lando collapses on you, arms bracketing around you. He kisses your cheeks, softly, barely a flutter.

He gasps as he exits you. Your body is still spinning from the second orgasm too do much. Oscar and Lando leave worshipping kisses on your body. Slowly, you come back to them and return the kisses. It’s a blur. You realize how late it still is when your eyes flutter close, and it takes a second to open them. Your body hums in content, but you can’t keep your eyes open.

One of them moves to help you clean up. Feebly and fucked out, you let them maneuver you to a bath. You don’t remember hearing them draw one. Lando lifts you from the bed, the only indication you get that its him is his voice soft.

“Darling, we’re gonna clean you up real quick and then you can rest.” You lean your head against his shoulder, and he kisses your head.

“You’re not forgiven.” You huff, slightly returning to your body. You say it before the words process in your mind.

“I know,” he laughs like a whisper. “Osc filled me in while you fell asleep. Osc, you good?”

You feel Lando lean down and deposit you against the chest of Oscar in the warm water. You sigh. Oscar gently rubs your upper body and Lando scrubs your legs. You return the favor by lathering Oscar’s arms and then Lando’s back. It feels nice. Domestic, even. But you’re too tired for that to do damage to you now. You just enjoy the feeling of you all together, warm and happy.

The rest can wait for tomorrow.

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some fandom disagreements are like "I see your point but I think this other aspect of the narrative is more significant," and some are like "I don't think you can read."

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Laser Tag Battles - Adults Allowed

content: how each driver would react to being invited to your niece/nephew’s laser tag birthday party.

drivers: Lando Norris, Max Verstappen, George Russell, Charles Leclerc, Ollie Bearman, Kimi Antonelli, Alex Albon, Oscar Piastri, Carlos Sainz, Yuki Tsunoda, Lance Stroll, Nico Hülkenberg

Lando Norris

- he is so game. immediately.

- i’m so sorry but he is the worst

- or rather he’s doing so well until he commits one *one* act of friendly fire against you and loses it in a fit of giggles

- the kids hear him and pounce. it’s merciless.

- he never recovers

- still claims it’s the most fun he’s had at a birthday party in years

George Russell

- he’s bringing a great birthday gift but he’s not getting in the arena

- he is running a betting pool amongst the parents in the observation deck (if you’ve read that condominium text fic you KNOW what I mean)

- you will be getting a text in the match from him asking you to take out Tim (you know the small child wearing the blue jacket) to hedge the bets

- the parents (specifically the moms) love him…it’s the most fun they’ve had at a birthday party in ages

Max Verstappen

- isn’t into the laser tag game but is very in to the racing simulator games in the lobby

- you come back from the game to find him amassing a small group of boys begging for him to teach them

- yes, he has the high score. why do you ask?

Charles Leclerc

- the little girls swear to defend him on sight

- pretends like it’s just for fun but is buzzing to go

- somehow maneuvers his little death squad of girls to victory

- he wins. most kills. no one knows how it happened

- all the kids beg to know his secrets. is immediately the coolest kid at the party

Ollie Bearman

- so happy to be involved

- is handed a thirty second penalty for lifting children up to see over the barriers (you think he’s safe from FIA oversight at a laser tag arena? fool.)

- all the enemy children decide to gang up on him

- loses for the sake of sparing the children

Kimi Antonelli

- accepted as one of the kids immediately

- something about his energy just draws the kids to him

- is so serious about the game while still having the biggest smile

- wins the first round but loses on purpose for the second one

- your niece/nephew demand he comes to the next one or honestly any family event going forward

Alex Albon

- tries so hard to get the kids to focus on a strategy

- his strategy isn’t bad, but the kids immediately scatter - all plans forgotten

- leads a war cry to rally the troops after losing the first game

- somehow it works. he’s a legend. a hero

- he has like five new children that treat him like they all served in a war together

Oscar Piastri

- disappears immediately during the first game and finds the perfect spot overlooking the arena

- honestly would have had the most kills but got lost in the neon maze trying to get back to base to recharge

- the enemy kids hold him as a war prisoner

- second game goes on a rampage against the other team…a child cries

- he feels so bad

- your team of children thinks he’s a hero

- the parents have to have some awkward conversations on the way home

Carlos Sainz

- is the most well-dressed person by far and so polite

- acts like he doesn’t understand the game so the kids can explain it to him

- he plays but really tries to make sure your niece/nephew has a great time first and foremost

- for the second game asks to be on the opposite team as you and you two spend the whole game locked in a 1v1 battle (both giggling like the children)

Yuki Tsunoda

- you know that one really quiet and shy kid at birthday parties? yeah well that kid immediately takes a liking to Yuki and won’t leave his side

- Yuki swears to protect and help the kid

- you don’t see them for the rest of the game

- Yuki and the kid have the most points by FAR

- thanks to Yuki, the kid is hailed as a hero

- has so much fun and you catch him looking up laser tag leagues

Lance Stroll

- oh he definitely loses

- but he has more fun than anyone, kid or adult, so much so that you’re a little jealous

- turns out his laser was broken

Nico Hülkenberg

- also loses but realizes it’s the bad laser

- asks the random kid crying in the corner to trade with him

- helps the kid to the exit

- still manages to get top five

[preblacksmith20]

Two + One

pairing: landoscar x reader

genre: breakup reconciliation, they'll be fine I swear

content: Without knowing, your boyfriends breakup with you on the same day. You haven't seen or spoken to either of them in six months until you run into Lando. When things start clicking, Lando finally reaches out to Oscar and they both realize their mistake.

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You stared at the street; your hands clenched by your sides. It wasn’t the leaving that bothered you as much as it was the returning. You could leave with everything you had but return with nothing. That’s what had echoed in your head before the night even began. And now, shaking in the alley, you felt justified.

Your therapist said those thoughts could be steered towards a more productive end. But she hadn’t been dumped out of the blue by both her boyfriends - on the same day.

Your boyfriends had been everything to you. You had loved them with your whole heart, fiercely and passionately. They had loved you in the same manner just with different ways of showing it. Lando always held you tightly when you returned from work, his hands framing your face easily. Oscar stayed up late just to keep you company while you read some new manuscripts. Lando prepared tea for both of you - kissing you both as he went to stream. Oscar bought you chocolates so you could taste test them after dinner.

They had loved each other. Oscar always trying to get Lando to eat a normal and healthy breakfast - or any meal some weekends. Lando always made sure to ask Oscar about his favorite music - finding ways to add the most obscure orchestra piece to a new dj set. They knew exactly which muscles the other one needed massaging - even if you were the one that did most of the actual massaging.

But, and you still blamed yourself for not seeing it sooner, they loved racing more. It was in their blood; it was their dreams. Time passed effortlessly on the track for them. Every second spent on their passion was worth it. That was the one thing they couldn’t live without.

Tragically, racing didn’t always love them back. It took their hearts and ripped it up. It took their souls, covered them in fuel, and lit a match. And your boys were happy to watch themselves burn. All in the name of racing.

Fruitlessly, you wondered if things would have been different if the team, the media, and the fans hadn’t pitted them against each other. Or if it had rained a little less. Or a little more. If someone else had crashed, at least a safety car would have been called.

But no. That wasn’t their fate. It wasn’t your fate.

So now you had to mentally build yourself up every time you got out of bed - a feat that had seemed impossible six months ago. You dressed, went to work, and survived. Things were better - you had told your sister. You weren’t lying, but you weren’t being as vulnerable as your therapist wanted. There were just less horrible days and more normal days. The joyous and warm days felt like so long ago.

The nightmares didn’t help.

You dreamt he couldn’t get out. You dreamt it was both of them in the car. You dreamt it was you flipping the car over and over again. The flames burnt your skin, they hurt your body. You would wake up screaming, crying, or just staring blankly at the ceiling.

So, you worked. You poured everything you had into your job - hoping if you gave it as much as the boys gave racing, it would feel like love. It would feel like something. Anything. Anything but the overwhelming black hole in your chest.

Seeing Lando at the club felt like a cruel prank. As if the world hadn’t done enough to use this man to torment your heart, it deposited him in your life as you were beginning to heal. On a friend’s bachelorette party, no less.

You had seen him across the club, nestled safely in a VIP section. The distance was more than enough, and he hadn’t seen you, but it was like all the air had been sucked from the room. He was sitting in some lounge with a girl seated next to him, beautiful as if made from starlight, and a guy standing in front of him, lean and dangerous as if molded from the god of War himself. It was outer body. It was like you were seeing a different timeline play out. It was everything you had missed and lost. It set your body on fire.

Gesturing to your friends, you stepped out into the fresh night air – or fresher than the inside. The cooler air hit your lungs like ice, and you took a deep breath.

It’s fine. It’s fine. You’re fine. Inhale. Exhale. He’s moved on. It’s time to accept that.

But you didn’t feel fine. You felt like you were back six months ago hearing him tell you he was leaving – that he couldn’t do it anymore. You were shocked, but you still understood why he felt that way. Secretly, you knew it would be fine. You would all be back together. He just needs space, you told yourself.

Then Oscar had wanted to talk.

Inhale. Exhale. You are fine.

He didn’t see you. You could get through the night. You go to step back into the walkway when a body collides with your own. Jostled, you fall back a step. Cautious hands instinctively reach out and steady you.

Lando had in fact seen you. And from the flush on his cheeks, he had run to catch you.

You step back out of his hold, and he lets his hands fall to his side.

“Hey.” He started to raise his hand and thought better of it. “There you are.”

You stare at him blankly for a long time. Enough for him to look away awkwardly and clear his throat.

“How have you been?” He asks, voice cracking. You glance up to see pain evident on his face. He always wore his emotions on his sleeves - something you loved about him.

“Better.” You answer honestly, your traitorous heart squeezing as he winces. “You? How’s your wrist?”

“Same.” He nods. Looking down at his wrist, he clenches his fist and rotates it. His voice is almost a whisper. “Healed. Thanks for asking.”

He opens his mouth, closes it, and looks away. After a soft exhale, he looks back at you. Tentative. “How’s Osc?”

You would have been better if he had just shot you through the chest. It would have hurt less. But you reacted as if he had, your pain bleeding over your chest and splattering on the walls.

“‘How’s Oscar?’ You’re going to ask me that? Really?” Your voice is too high, you sound like someone wrapped their hands around your neck. “How f***ing dare you.”

Lando jumps at your outburst. Now it’s his turn to look like he’s been shot. His brow comes together. “What? I hadn’t talked-,”

“You both left me.” You snap, so much for the therapy because this pain and anger feels enormous. Stepping forward, bold in your anger, you stab a finger at his chest. “You don’t get to ask me how he is doing. Breaking up with me - fine. I can put those pieces together one day, but let’s not pretend we are all on speaking terms.”

Lando’s brow somehow gets even closer. “What are you talking about?” His voice softens. “Wait, I didn’t-,”

“Please just leave me alone, Lando.” You plead, a stray tear trickling down your cheek. You hastily wipe it away. You push past him and walk down the street. He’s smart enough not to follow you. When you get back to the hotel, you text your friend you’re not feeling well – a truth – and cry in the shower.

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Later that night, Lando calls Oscar for the first time in six months. When Oscar doesn’t answer, Lando never expected him to, he calls again. No answer. Lando sends him a text.

emergency sos

pick up

“Lando what the hell do you want?” Is how Oscar greets him on the fifth try. He sounds tired. Lando checks the clock and does the time math. Oscar had to have been sleeping. He wants to feel bad but can’t, not when the feeling of guilt and fear are strangling him.

“Did you and her break up?” Lando asks, he can’t give him a second to delay.

“What the f*** are you talking about? Is this why you called?” Oscar snaps. “I’m going back to bed. Don’t call me.”

“Wait wait wait,” Lando pleads. “I’m asking because I broke up with her. Six months ago.”

Silence.

Lando checks and sees Oscar hasn’t hung up yet.

“Osc, please. Tell me you didn’t break up with her.”

He hears Oscar curse. “Yeah, I did.”

Lando covers his mouth to keep from screaming. “Osc, please tell me it wasn’t after Bahrain.”

“It was.” Oscar’s voice is barely a whisper. Lando barely hears it over his heart pounding. “Lando, did you-,”

“Yeah.” Lando sighs, running his hand through his curls. “I just spoke to her-,”

“Oh god,” Oscar’s voice sounds clearer, and he sits up. “That’s why she acted that way when we broke up. Is she okay?”

Lando thought back to their meeting. Her smaller frame. The hurt. The way she had flinched away from his touch, from him.

“Would you be?” Lando asks knowing Oscar will get it. Lando had been inconsolable after the breakup. He hadn’t been able to sleep leading up to the conversation. Afterwards, you had spoken so softly and told him to get some sleep. You didn’t patronize him or try to talk him off the ledge. You just gently lowered him back down.

He slept like a baby only to wake in the nightmare.

“No, I wouldn’t.” Oscar says and the weariness in his voice sounds independent to him being woken up at an ungodly hour. “I had no idea – I mean I should have guessed from how the breakup went, but I couldn’t fathom you would have done the same thing.”

“Pair of idiots, we are huh?” Lando tries to lighten the mood, but it falls flat when Oscar says.

“We weren’t always.”

“If it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t have called.” Lando admits. He doesn’t know why he needs to say it. Maybe it creates space. Maybe, just maybe, Oscar will hear the remorse in that sentence. “I just figured you should know since, ya know, you loved her.”

“I loved you both.” Oscar’s yawn stops halfway, his brain catching up to what he said.

“How could you not?” Lando replied instantly, it was how he always responded to Oscar saying that. Except they didn’t use past tense back then. It was present, full-force, overwhelming love.

Silence.

“I’ll let you go Osc..Oscar.” Lando says softly, not wanting the conversation to end. It’s the most they’ve said to each other in months. The paddock tense with knifes disguised as words being thrown around. But, Lando realizes, they were both hurting from the same thing. And probably being resentful for something – someone – that was no longer in either of their lives.

“Lando.” Oscar says as Lando’s finger hovers over the red button. “Thanks for calling.”

“Thanks for finally picking up, you muppet.” Lando smiles, hoping Oscar knows he means it gently. He means well. He still misses him.

“Um yeah.” Oscar sounds like he’s about to say something when he coughs. “Anytime. I’ll talk to you later. See you.”

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You thought you were in the clear when your doorbell rang. You had gone home and put the incident in a box in your thoughts. You put Lando’s confusion away. You tucked it away nice and neat next to your breakup.

You open the door ready to tear into your comfort dinner when two figures stare back at you. One of which is holding your dinner in his hands – looking into the to-go bag with mild curiosity. His curls the only part of him you can see – but you know who it is. The other snatches the bag away.

“What are you doing?” Oscar snaps at Lando. Anyone else wouldn’t have noticed but you do. The angry words the two had exchanged leading up to the breakup aren’t there. He sounds more amused than angry. “We are here to talk, not steal her food.”

“Talk about what?” You say. Both of them stare at you. You stare up at them and take them in, thinking maybe this is your Last Supper. A snapshot that captures your final moment surrounded by people you love. Loved.

“You.” Oscar speaks directly, eyes on you for a moment. He gestures to the two of them, standing together on the other side of the threshold. “Us.”

“And how stupid we’ve been.” Lando adds, hand squeezing his neck.

You feel like you’re back in one of your nightmares. Everything perfect. Until it isn’t, you think bitterly. But it’s them, the part of you that loves them wholeheartedly whispers, they’re home, just like you hoped.

“Fine.” You give a little but cross your arms and jut your chin. “But you can do it from out there.”

“It’s actually a really long story.” Lando looks between the two of you, catching Oscar’s glare. “What? Am I wrong?”

“No.” Oscar admits. He gives you a look. “But I’m sure we can give just a small run down from here first.”

“Go ahead.” You hold yourself tighter.

“Oh, easy.” Lando cracks his knuckles. “I’ve got this. We were pissed for the same reasons. Blamed each other for the crash and how the other one handled it with the media. We were making the relationship shit. We both decided to leave to try and preserve the other two’s happiness. Didn’t coordinate. We both thought the other one was pissed at us for hurting the relationship, not realizing we were both nuking you in the process. Did I miss anything?”

“Nice.” Oscar rolls his eyes, but there is a small smile, as if he missed this too. “Lando called me after you two ran into one another. We both talked to the race engineers, rewatched the on-boards, listened to the radios, and explained our statements to the media. The team essentially let us cannibalize ourselves – our relationship – by letting the other believe the other had done it all intentionally.”

“Why didn’t you do this before?” You asked, the easiest question burning your stomach. “I feel like you could have dodged most of this if you had talked to me! Or each other!”

“I don’t think either of us had watched anything beside the outside sources. I know I was too mad. I was caught up in it and Mclaren only fueled it.” Oscar sighs. “Until Lando called.”

“Darling,” Lando begins, eyes somber. “I’m so sorry. We are so sorry.”

They both blinked and you had thrown your arms around them both, crushing them closer to you. Having them close again, it felt like home. Your heart still hurt, you were still mad, angry, and deeply aching. But you didn’t want another second to go by where you didn’t get to hold them.

“You are not forgiven.” You say, tears streaking down your cheek. Both of their arms come to pull you closer. Oscar passing the food to Lando behind your back so he can put it on the window ledge. “I’m still so mad.”

Oscar looks at Lando and thinks about the second call they had in six months. Lando had called him at an appropriate time thankfully. It wasn’t as tense now that they were on the same page. Weird, but not combative. It was a start. There had been cursing, but also a promise. A shared mission.

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To no one’s surprise, you cave. You let them come inside and take up their favorite spots on the couch. They don’t get to have any of your food – a small penance – but they make do. It’s weird when they sit on the couch. You had avoided using it for so long. Without them, it felt like an ocean.

None of you know what to do. How do you restart this again? Do you restart?

“I don’t think you should date either of us during the season.” Lando says over some noodles Oscar had heated up and shoved into his hands. “No don’t give me that look, Osc. I also don’t think you and I should date during the season.”

At some point, you fall asleep to the two of them finding a master plan. You think back to the tense evenings you had all spent before your relationships crumbled. No one was happy. No conversation productive. So, you all chose silence. It was easier. It was corrosive.

Piastri has gone off the line. Oh my god, he’s off the track. The turns. God someone get the safety team out. Can we see him? He’s not coming out. What’s going on down there? So sorry to the viewers.

You are somehow on the track. You’re running to the burning wreckage. Screaming his name. Nothing comes from your voice, but you’re sure if you get it out, he will be fine. You just have to reach him, and he will be fine. Faster and further. The car is somehow further away.

Your eyes fly open. Your hand clasped on your chest. Thankfully, the room is quiet.

How did I get on the couch? You think, a thick cloud over your head. Putting your head in your hands, you exhale. Getting up from the couch you stumble to the back door and push it open.

Staring out at the night sky, you try to shake the images from your head. That had been one of the worst parts of the breakup. You couldn’t tell anyone that crash still haunted your dreams. The two people you wanted to talk to most about it had made it clear they didn’t want you in their lives. It ate away at you.

“You okay?” Warm arms wrap around you and a kiss lands on your cheek.

Both you and the other body freeze. The night comes rushing back to you. Oscar’s eyes widen as he realizes what’s happening. He had been caught up in his own dream, waking to see you rather distraught walking out the door, and instinctively followed you – think he was still very much dreaming. How could he not? You were back in his life – the one thing he had been wishing for for months.

Your dream has you in a vice grip. But Oscar is okay. He’s in front of you. Before you realize what is happening, your hands are in his shirt and you’re pulling him close, crashing your lips to his with a soft, “Oscar.”

[preblacksmith20]

Who are you?

pairing: multiple drivers on the grid, oscar piastri x reader, george russell x reader, max verstappen x reader

genre: general fluff, established relationship, just good vibes

content: Your boyfriend finds out some information about you that you hadn't gotten around to telling him yet. Or the feeling when someone drops lore about themselves that's so absurd it's shocking.

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Lando Norris

“How far away do you think it is?”  Lando asked Carlos. The two of them were enjoying a nice day on the golf course together. You and Carlos’ girlfriend, Luna, were tagging along and the two of you had already hit your approach shot. Luna and Lando’s balls had been close.

“146. 137 with slope.” You said to yourself. Luna turned to the guys and waited for an answer.

Carlos put the scope down. “146.”

“How do you do that?” Luna asked, having heard you call the shots for the past eight holes. “Lando! Did you know your partner is psychic?”

“Yeah!” Lando said, shading his eyes watching the ball. “How did you find out?”

“She’s been calling the distance perfectly.” Luna said.

“Pace of play, everyone!” You playfully slapped your hands on the wheel and drove off. You weren’t trying to cut the conversation but the current marshal, Jerry, had it out for you and Lando after the ‘swimming clubs’ incident. And Jerry was watching the four of you from the clubhouse, your spot on hole nine giving him a perfect vantage point.

“On ward!” Lando said, giving you a playful wink, probably thinking of the incident. Laughing, Lando and Carlos got in their cart and off the group went.

You all enjoyed the rest of the round. Carlos and Lando broke 70, you shot 85, and Luna gave up after hitting four balls into the pond on 14. She had fun driving the cart though.

Sitting in the clubhouse and enjoying a few drinks, Luna brought up your uncanny ability to get the distances right again. Lando had an arm behind your chair and kissed your lips. “It’s because you’re made of magic.”

“True true but it’s all surveying.” You waved your hand to knock the suggestion away.

“Ah yes.” He grinned. “My fake engineer.”

This time you smacked him in the chest. The rest laughed. You had graduated with a degree in civil engineering and had gotten used to your college friends giving you a hard time about it. It wasn’t anything you hadn’t heard before, but with a few drinks in you and drunk on a good afternoon with the man you love made you jut your chest out.

“Could a fake engineer have won the national championship with their survey team?” You challenged and poked your tongue out.

“Baby, you know I think-wait.” He frowned. “What did you just say?”

“I think your partner just said she won a national championship in surveying.” Carlos grinned and Luna clapped. “How come you never said?”

“I still think you’re psychic.” Luna winked over her glass. You winked back.

“Yeah, how come you never said?” Lando asked, ready to give you the floor to explain everything you’ve ever done in your life. He looked at you like you held all the stars in the sky, his eyes turning back into hearts.

“It’s boring.” You waved your hand in the air. You weren’t being humble; you knew it wasn’t the most exciting national competition. Even with other civil engineers it was very hit or miss. “But if you want fun college stories, I’d much rather tell you about the jousting classes my friend signed me up for.”

“Can my partner get any cooler?” Lando’s eyes scrunched up in the way that made your heart melt. “Come on, glasses up.”

Lando raised a glass to you, giggling in his endearing way, and kissed your blushing cheek. You couldn’t help but laugh along and knock your glass to his.

Over another round, you told them about the countless times you got your butt knocked into the dirt, almost trampled by a horse, and how you accidentally stabbed your instructor. Carlos and Luna asked questions about the time you got knocked off the horse and had to engage in sword combat because the second instructor believed in historical accuracy. Lando was in tears when you told them about the time you and your best friend put on fake moustaches and bound your chests and convinced the male students to pretend to behead you in front of said second instructor – for historical accuracy of course.

When the other couple was busy getting ready to leave, Lando leaned over, cheeks still wet from crying, and said, “I need ya to tell me more about that competition thingy later. I want to know everything about you.”

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Oscar Piastri

“Bastard.”

Truly, you hadn’t meant to say the words out loud. Oscar and you were enjoying a nice week after his triple-header watching some cricket. His favorite cricket team’s star player had pulled off an amazing play and you had reacted with more annoyance than usual. You were just frustrated – the wounds still fresh having been out to dinner with your friend the night before.

But the deafening silence and Oscar’s slow turn to look at you let you know the words came out.

“Hypocrite, much?” Oscar laughed but his quirked brows begged for an answer.

“What?” Now it was your turn to wear the same expression.

“Oh, come on!” He sat up, a ‘let’s-see-you-explain-this-one’ smile graced his face. “Last week I called Jessica on that real estate show a ‘stone cold bitch’ and you said judging them like that was rude.”

“Because we don’t know them!” You laughed remembering his faux venom towards Jessica last week after she upstaged Jeanne at the showing. “You wouldn’t like it if people judged you solely on Drive, right?”

“But we don’t-wait, are you saying you know Donnie?” Oscar stared at you, eyes wide. When you couldn’t find the words in time, his eyes grew wider. “How do you know him?”

“Did.” You correct feebly. You sigh and Oscar gets into a better position to face you. In his eyes, the match was forgotten, and you were now the main center of entertainment. It was bound to come up eventually. You were surprised it had not come up in conversation yet. “He dated my friend, cheated on her, and then ‘accidentally’ broke another friend’s hand when he came to defend her.”

“When was this?” Oscar blinked rapidly, trying to process it.

“Well…” It was now your turn to blush. You were holding onto a grudge from years ago, like a child. “My friend and I just made the junior Olympic team – so we were probably 13 or 14? Look, I know it’s silly to hold that against him, but he used to be such a brat-,”

Oscar placed a hand on your lips. His lips quirked up and his eyes glowed. “I’m sorry, but when did you make the junior Olympic team? How have you not talked about that before? How did I not know this? Who are you?”

“I told you I used to play-,” you said around his fingers. He pulled them back and placed them on your thigh.

“Casually!” He laughed, the absurdity coming through. “You never said you were that good!”

“Oscar,” You gave him a look. “I’ve showed you my old team photos!”

“I just thought it was a little league thing! You had shown me the photos offhandedly.” Oscar’s grin was infectious, but you still rolled your eyes.

“It’s not my fault you didn’t read the title of the photo!” You defended. He squeezed your thigh as he laughed. He pointed to the screen.

“So you know him? Why didn’t you say anything?” Bemused, he looked between you and the screen that was highlighting your school-yard nemesis.

“Well.” You blush. “He’s one of your favorite players and bringing it up did feel childish. I didn’t want to ruin something you enjoyed.”

Laughing, he pulled you close to his chest. “You could never ruin this for me.”

You smiled into his chest and snuggled closer. After a beat of silence, he spoke again. “So are there any old videos of you playing?”

“Yes, but not too many. To my parents’ constant shame, I quit the next year to join an after-school bowling team because I thought it was more fun.”

“You what?!”

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Max Verstappen

He had spotted the crying girl first. You had noticed the twitch of concern on his face and turned in the direction he was facing. The two of you had found a quiet corner of the center to enjoy a moment of each other’s time before he would inevitably be pulled away. His hand had been on your back, warm and reassuring.

“What’s wrong?” Being slightly shorter, you couldn’t see whatever he was looking at. He tilted your head up and you saw he was looking at the balcony.

“A small kid. She looks lost.” He slipped his hand from your back and threaded his fingers through your hand. The two of you made your way up the stairs, you carefully trying to avoid the hem of your dress.

At the top, you found the girl had moved to a corner. She was crying, but at the sight of you two she seemed to want to disappear more. The two of you knelt down and Max tried to speak to her, but she just kept shaking her head and moving her hands. Max, helpless, look to you for some backup.

Fortunately, you understood.

With a practiced ease, your hands moved through the space in front of you. It had been a long time since you had signed with someone else in person. You and the small girl went back and forth, oblivious to Max’s razor-sharp gaze on you. Ever so often you stopped to translate to Max out loud without breaking the conversation with the girl, Emma.

“Her dad is Cas Albreen. He’s wearing a tie with small cats on it. She got it for him for Father’s Day.” You looked up at him, pausing to take in the warmth in his eyes, before pushing him towards the stairs. “You have your target, love. Bring him up here once you find him.”

“I’ll be right back.” He gave you one last look before he took off down the stairs. You beckoned the girl back out to the spot she was before – hoping if Max didn’t find him immediately, the father would know to look up. You watched Max move through the crowd efficiently and effectively. Many people tried to stop him for a conversation, but the media training kicked in and he found a way out as quickly as he could. Always inspecting the ties of the men that he passed.

You kept Emma entertained for a few more minutes, fully trusting your partner to get the job done. And it wasn’t long before you heard Max’s voice coming up the stairwell – his Dutch always something that went right to your heart. The dad swept the girl up into his arms – both tearful at that point.

The dad thanked the two of you profusely. Max told him it was no trouble. You said your goodbyes to Emma.

The two of you saddled next to one another at the top of the overlook.

“How long have you been able to do that?” He made a small gesture with his hands – as if it needed clarifying. You smiled, looking out over the gala below the two of you.

“Remember Rina?” You asked, although you knew he did. She was the one who introduced the two of you. You and she had met when she did an exchange year at your school. “Her favorite cousin, Lotte, the one that came with her, was deaf. I learned some so she wouldn’t feel left out. Lotte and I stayed in touch after she went home early. She was kind enough to keep teaching me.”

“But Rina is Dutch?” Max said, the gears turning in his head. You turned to look at him, unsure where the question was going, but he had that look where he was trying to get to the answer himself, so you stayed silent. “Hold on. Was that Dutch sign language?”

Ah. You laughed. While you didn’t speak Dutch, you were learning – you still had a long way to go to be conversational. Taking your amusement as an answer, Max ducked his head and shook it.

“So, your signing is better than your spoken?” Max gave a short laugh, before staring at you like you were a stranger and not the one he had been dating for roughly two years. “Who are you?”

“I’m still me, my love.” You kissed his cheek before patting it fondly. Max kissed you hand and rubbed it gently. “Come, we should rejoin the party.”

Max nodded. “But after, will you teach me some signs?”

Laughing and in love, the two of you returned to the party – counting the seconds until you could leave.

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George Russell

You blamed Alex for the conversation derailing. The dinner was going well and the boys were going back forth over the latest race. George had invited Kimi to join them and you were excited to get to know the younger driver that George had taken under his metaphorical wing. You got to sit next to Alex, across from George, which allowed Kimi to sit next to George.

What neither had expected was the way Kimi kept giving you a funny look when you laughed or joked with Alex. Kimi had gone to the restroom and George and Alex told you it was probably nothing. George promised to talk to Kimi about it later. You assured him it was fine. The kid wasn’t being rude, he just seemed to be trying to figure something out.

Kimi returned from the restroom and took a seat.

“Hey, my friend is going to Taiwan.” Alex said as he turned to you. “You used to live there for a bit, right?”

You nodded and raised the wine glass to your lips. You had done the last two years of high school in Taiwan and stayed for more language exchange. Kimi froze, but none of you noticed.

“Would you mind if I gave him your number?” Alex asked, polite as ever. “He has a bunch of questions, and I figured you would be the better resource. He’s also an avid hiker and I know you are all about that.”

“I would be happy-,” you had started to say, but Kimi slammed his glass down. You all turned to him with a mixed of concerned expressions, but he didn’t even blink. His eyes were zeroed in on you like the starting lights.

“Whygopashan!” Kimi grinned and now it was your turn to freeze. You hadn’t heard that name in years. “I kept trying to figure out where I heard your voice before! I used to watch those videos all the time! That’s you, right?”

Shock had taken you first. You shook it off though, defrosting from Kimi’s adamant enthusiasm. He reached for his phone and began typing.

“Yeah,” You laughed nervously. “I can’t believe you watched that. That was years ago!”

“Want to fill the rest of us in, sweetheart?” George asked. You looked at him and his lips were twitched in bemusement and excitement. Under the table he pressed his foot against your own. You pressed back, enjoying the small and unnoticed touch.

Your face was going red. “Yes, well, I used to run a Youtube channel while I was in Taiwan. It was originally just to record the hikes so if anyone couldn’t physically walk, they would still get to see the beauty. But it was like really small-,”

“This video has 7 million views.” Kimi said, turning his phone to the rest of you.

“What?!” All three of you leaned forward. Lo and behold, Kimi was telling the truth. Over seven million people had watched the video. It was one of your later videos, a random interview. Usually, you just hiked up and down – keeping the camera pointed away from your face. That video a fan had reached out to invite you on a hike of YuShan, he had secured a lottery ticket to climb. It was a large enough group so you had agreed.

“Yeah!” Kimi was beaming now, his mystery finally solved. He looked at you with half admiration and half satisfaction. “Your voice was really soothing and I would put it on in the background to study. I liked this interview a lot.”

“I was trying to improve my Mandarin and learn some Taiwanese.” You explained, turning your gaze to Alex and George. George just looked at you, his expression thoughtful. One finger over his lips. You blushed, furiously, under his intense expression.

“Well one of the people you interviewed became like a huge singer.” Kimi turned his phone back to look at the comments. “Yeah, she was the lead singer of DemandFour!”

“No way!” Alex was already pulling his phone up and looking up the old channel.

“And you weren’t going to tell me?” George asked, lips twitching behind his finger. Amuzed was one word for his expression.

“It was years ago!” You held your hands out in front of you. “I had mostly forgotten about it.”

“You think you know someone. And here I thought I was the only one that would get recognized between the two of us.” He shook his head, clearly being playful.

“Besides, that was high school me!” You glanced at Alex’s screen and cringed. “I had kinda put that behind me.”

“I’m sure it’s not that-,” George started, but Alex shook his head.

“No, it’s definitely that bad. Seriously?” He turned to you as if seeing you in a whole new light. “The side ponytail? On a…nine mile hike?”

George’s face lit up, pushed his seat back and stood up. You tried to sink back into your seat – hoping to disappear from existence. Alex and Kimi were looking at one another’s screens, giggling like children.

“Alex, you’ve got the bill. Kimi, you’re old enough to find your way back to the hotel.” George said, already grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the vallet. “We’ve got bigger things tonight, boys.”

[preblacksmith20]

A Divide

pairing: lando norris x reader

genre: angst/comfort

content: In anger about his latest race, Lando says just the thing to shake your enthusiasm. Slowly, you stop being comfortable telling him about your newest project.

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Oh.

Oh.

Your mouth slowly closes, trapping the next batch of words you were going to cover him in. The doors slam shut over the joy, excitement, and nervousness. Steel bars clamp on the vulnerability you were offering him in the palms of your hands – on your sleeve. Time seems to condense to one moment. One inhale. One exhale.

“Sorry, babe.” You step away from the door – from his tense figure.

Is that all you ever talk about? Can I just get a minute to breathe?

Lando turns back to the bedroom, stalks into the bathroom and closes the door. The slam echoes around the room. An emptiness settles in the apartment. It settles in your chest. You hadn’t noticed but your hand rests on your chest as if to shield your heart from the words. His words.

You turn to the living space and stare – trying to place yourself in the room again. In time. The comment had stung more than he realized. He had turned too fast to see the heartbreak on your face.

The worst part? You blame yourself. You knew the race had gone poorly, the media circuit was typically abysmal, and he was catching all the heat. But you had finally done it. You were finally, officially, an author. It was a dream you had since childhood – after your first creative writing assignment in fourth grade. And Lando had supported you all the way. Last year, you had dug through some old papers, flash drives, and scribbled pieces of paper you left at your parents’ home.

Working from home, you kept the mornings to your usual schedule. When Lando was away, you wrote late into the night – working on the novel you planned out carefully. You told yourself this was the year you were finally going to do it. Once the season started, you had a lot of time to yourself in Monaco. You walked the streets, got dinner with friends, and took art classes. You life wasn’t just writing.

Was it?

Guilt claws its way into your bones. You feel like an idiot.

Read the room. You told yourself.

You blink. You’re sitting down on one of the chairs overlooking the ocean, phone in hand. You call your sister and tell her the news. She’s screaming on the over side in joy. Going back and forth, you talk about the plot again and again. She had been your biggest cheerleader, next to Lando, and helped you work out a few plot holes along the way. You already planned her section in the acknowledgment section of your book.

You pretend you’re not crying.

Lando doesn’t mention the outburst when he joins you on the balcony. He sits next to you and leans into you. You interrupt him, wanting to steer the conversation away from the gaping hole in your chest.

“How about I prepare dinner tonight?” You offer with a fake half smile. You take his hand in yours and squeeze.

“I think I’m gonna go out with Carlos tonight, darling.” He kisses your temple. “I-I just need some space right now.”

“Of course.” You nod and pretend like your heart is still beating.

Space? Have I really been that unbearable?

You don’t mention his comments when he leaves for Canada the next week. In fact, you don’t talk about much. You’re nursing a hurt heart, and he is trying to keep the wheels on the cart. His stress radiates around the room, and you know you can’t blame him for what he said. But it hurts like hell. Especially at night, when the room is quiet, and you can hear his words over and over again – like a cruel chant.

A week later. You sit in a meeting with the editor and art department. They’ve already planned a few of the cover arts and are giving you different options going forward. You’re living your dream again. The pain fades away and you are genuinely happy. Your sister and best friend help you pick out their favorite. You have time to decide, and you want to think it over.

When he calls, you go to tell him, but your voice stills. He seems genuinely interested when he asks, “how’ve you been?” and you go to say something about the proposed art.

Is that all you ever talk about?

“Good, babe.” You smile, genuine, and pivot. “How was your flight? How’s Canada treating my favorite driver?”

He grins, a face full of light, a grin that makes your heart squeeze. You would do anything to keep that smile on his face forever. That’s why you had wanted to tell him about the book – you were just trying to distract him. That’s what you tell yourself. On the good days at least.

Lando talks about the turbulence on the landing and how Oscar almost lost his drink all over the table. They had been playing poker and truly had been gambling on where they put their refreshments. He giggles as he tells the story. He tells you he loves you before he hangs up the call. You say it back, meaning it with your soul.

The next week you give him an advanced copy of the book. You had asked for a copy without the dedication and cover – you figure it will be a better surprise later. Lando kisses you and smiles brightly. He tells you he will read it once he has time. It sits on the corner of the nightstand.

It’s a reasonable idea. You tell yourself, but doubt creeps in when the week comes and goes without him touching the novel. Slowly and without him noticing, you pull back and away. You don’t mention your writing as much. Whenever you want to talk about the book, you pause and hesitate, you tuck that part of yourself away.

The final prick of the poisoned needle comes when you ask him to reserve the date for your book launch. You don’t mention the launch, you just ask for the day. He can’t go. When you try and communicate with him, the conversation sputters out. In all honesty, it was a half-hearted attempt. You don’t want to fight over something this stupid, you tell yourself as you take the tucked-up part of yourself and push it further down.

He has bigger things going on.

Lando, however, notices when Oscar asks him about your book. Usually, he would be able to update Oscar with your newest exciting news or project, but he comes up blank. He can’t remember the last time you two actually talked about your writing – something you two used to talk about for hours. On the off season, he would fall asleep to you reading from a passage that filled you with pride. He loved how your voice softened and how much love you poured into your novel- your dream.

Lando first notices when he has a week break before Australia. You’ve been on more calls than usual. When he asks you what’s wrong, you just shrug and say “writing stuff” before expertly guiding the conversation in a new direction. At first, he just lets it go. You’ll tell him when you’re ready, he figures. At night when he asks if you’ll read to him from the book on the nightstand, your eyes fade a little when he asks for you to start at the beginning. He chalks it up to you being tired, but it doesn’t sit right with him.

It’s not until dinner with George and his girlfriend that ice fills his veins. George and Lando are talking about the padel game, and you’re wrapped up with Carmen talking about work. She’s been doing amazing in the hedge fund, and you appreciate how she can make complicated moves and terms so simple without sounding condescending – an impressively fine line to walk. She asks about the architecture firm you joined and the latest project you were taking on.

After you finish telling her about your favorite intern’s newest attempt to win over the gruff project manager, she laughs and raises her glass to her lips. She pauses and places the wine down.

“I realize it might be late to ask, but could we get an extra ticket to your book launch? I think George’s niece would love the book and you know she enjoys those events.” Carmen asks. It’s casual and light as if that doesn’t mean the world to you. You are nodding and smiling.

Lando frowns. “Book launch?”

You freeze and try to play it off. “Yeah, the event after the season ends.”

“Oh. Sorry of course, yeah.” He nods, but you can see the hurt. George and Carmen share a glance without you or Lando noticing.

Dinner finishes and you find yourself next to Carmen saying goodbye. She hugs you tight and whispers in your ear, “Whatever happened, there is still time to talk about it.”

That night, you come back from the shower to see Lando sitting on the edge of the bed looking down at his hands. You walk over and kiss the top of his head. Carmen’s voice had echoed in your head in the shower – louder than the words that had made you so insecure.

He looks up and you blink in surprise at the agony in his eyes.

‘“Is that all you ever talk about?’ I’m an idiot.” He curses and gets to his feet. “I’ve been trying to think back to where this went wrong and it was then, wasn’t it?”

Lando’s eyes are so soft, unbearably tender hands cup your face. “Love, I didn’t mean it. I should not have said that. I love listening to you speak about your passions. God knows you put up with mine. I was pissed after the latest team meeting and I snapped. I took my frustration out on you and I am so sorry.”

You didn’t realize you were crying until his hands brushed the tears away. He kissed each of your cheeks softly.

“I shouldn’t have bottled that up-,” You start and he shakes his head.

“I made you feel like I didn’t want to hear about that, love.” Lando clenches his jaw. “That was me. I will never do anything like that again. And if I do, I want you to be comfortable talking about this with me.”

He blinks as you pull him down for a gentle kiss. Your heart has stopped bleeding and you just want him close. His eyes flutter close as your kiss his whole face with soft deliberate kisses – his favorite way of being showered in love. With each kiss, he asks you a question about how you’ve been doing – how the process has been going. In between each kiss, you answer.

And it does change. He stays up late to read the book with you - asking questions after every chapter. Sometimes wanting an answer, sometimes just to see your 'secret-keeping' face. He looks over all the different cover-art options and agrees with you on the choice you made.

You both work on keeping healthy communication. You open back up completely and find the right time to talk about things your excited about after he's had a rough day on the track.

When the launch party comes around, Lando is beaming the brightest and clapping the loudest for you. His family, your family, and all your friends are enjoying the evening. Once he reads the inscription, he is the one crying.

To my favorite driver,

I love you beyond limits

[preblacksmith20]

landoscar in honor of monaco 1972

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