#he’ll ask Charles or Lando to help him with it

[fastandcarlos]

When You Fall Asleep On Him In The Paddock : ̗̀➛ F1 Reaction

» Max Verstappen

Whenever you fall asleep on Max he always becomes very protective and tries his very best to shield you. He tends to move his arm around you and hold onto you in his side, keeping nice and careful with his movements to make sure that he doesn’t wake you. If anyone dares look at you if you’re asleep with people around you he sends them a firm glare to mind their business, usually wrapping his jumper around you to hide you as best you can and make you that little more comfortable. “I’ve got you,” he would whisper every single time you stirred to assure you that you were alright.

» Charles LeClerc

He actively encourages you to fall asleep when you start yawning at the paddock, because he loves to hold onto you no matter where the two of you are. “It’s alright,” he’d smile whenever your anxious eyes looked at him to make sure it was really alright. Charles would tap his shoulder and invite you to rest your hand, with you unaware of the wide smile on his face above you. He’s happy to sit for as long as you need him to, making the most of your comforting presence holding tightly onto him before having to go out and race.

» Lando Norris

Whenever you fall asleep on him, Lando gets incredibly shy. He knows that people are watching him and preparing their lines to tease him later when you’re out of earshot. He’s happy to take it though as it means that you’re able to rest beside him. When he thinks no one is watching him Lando will lean down and press a kiss against the top of your head or run his hand along the length of your back to help you fall asleep. If he’s honest, he loves the attention he gets when you fall asleep as it means everyone gets to see what a dutiful boyfriend he really is.

» Carlos Sainz

There’s always a bit of worry with Carlos when he sees you falling asleep as he doesn’t want to have to be the one to wake you up when his schedule calls. To start with he’ll try and resist you, but that never usually lasts long as your eyes pleadingly look up at him. “I can’t say no to you, can I?” He huffs, opening his body for you to curl up into his side and close your eyes for a while. Once he sees how cosy you are he knows it’s the right thing to do, even if only half an hour later he has to do the cruel job of slowly shaking you awake again.

» George Russell

When he can tell that you’re getting sleepy George will immediately whisk you off into his drivers room so that you can rest comfortably. He hates people watching you sleep, especially when your head is in his lap, much preferring to give you privacy. George will pull the curtains and make the bed before laying down and letting you tuck into his side. “What about work?” You whisper when you notice him settling down beside you to have a nap himself. “Work can wait,” he reassures you as he wraps his arm around your frame.

» Lewis Hamilton

He has everyone looking after you when you fall asleep, asking some of the staff around the garage to get a pillow and a blanket to make you feel as comfortable as possible. Lewis wouldn’t dare move when you’re asleep out of fear of disturbing you, and has been known to bring meetings to him so that he doesn’t disturb your sleep either. When the pillow arrives he delicately lifts your head and places it under before draping the blanket over you if you’re at one of the chillier races too, happy to let you lay for as long as you need to.

» Daniel Ricciardo

There’s a smug feeling with Daniel whenever you fall asleep on him, like it’s a statement to remind everyone just how happy you are in your relationship. He’s happy to show off the fact that you’re asleep on him and let people see how much of a comfort having him there is for you. If anyone offers to free up a space for you Daniel will decline, he knows that the only thing that you need to help you fall asleep is him. He’d stay there all day if he could whenever you’re asleep, much preferring to be with you then do any of the other boring bits of the job.

» Oscar Piastri

He’s a pretty shy man at the best of times, but you falling asleep on him in the paddock just about tips Oscar over the edge, especially when there’s a camera or two around. As soon as he sees that camera shutter go down he knows exactly what will be on the front pages the following morning, and although he’s anxious about what will come, knowing that you’re resting is all that matters to Oscar. With how hard you’re working he’d let you sleep anywhere, even if it ends up with him being titled as the softest boy in the paddock.

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

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[itaipava]

— protective gestures F1 boys do.

˒ ⌕ LANDO NORRIS:

he always offers to take you places. it doesn’t matter if it’s just to walk you home or to help you pick out some new clothes: he just wants to spend more time with you. he loves to hold your hand while you guys walk around, occasionally showing you some cool stuff he saw on the street or staying silent, just enjoying each other’s company. and when you get home, he waits and watches you enter your house/apartment safely, and he only leaves when he is sure you are safe and well.

˒ ⌕ DANIEL RICCIARDO

he likes to tease or annoy you sometimes, and you know it’s just a funny and comically affectionate way to show he loves you, but he’s always the first one to speak up if someone says — or even implies — something mean about you. one time, your friends were taking it too far with the teasing that it was making you uncomfortable and he sensed it immediately and shut them off with an almost nonchalant-sounding “watch your words,” and a serious look. and if it was a stranger, he has a way of telling them off while also remaining polite. so basically, no one can ‘bully’ you except him.

˒ ⌕ CARLOS SAINZ

he always walks on the outer side of the sidewalk when the two of you are walking side by side to keep you safe from the road. he puts his hand on your back as he continues to talk to you. he’s also in the habit of looking over his shoulder at you and trying to keep an eye on his surroundings when you’re together.

˒ ⌕ CHARLES LECLERC

he tends to hold you at random times, like; intertwine his arm with yours while he’s on his phone, or let you put your leg on top of his when you sit next to each other, or hug you from behind while you do something. they are small and subtle gestures, but they give you a pure and genuine feeling of security, love and appreciation.

˒ ⌕ LEWIS HAMILTON

he always tries his best to protect your space when you are in crowded places. when you’re about to accidentally bump into someone, he grabs your waist quickly and pulls you against his chest while saying things like “be careful, love” or “are you okay?”. or when it’s too cold, he’ll wrap you in a warm, comforting hug while gently rocking you sideways, occasionally placing a kiss on your forehead or caressing your back

˒ ⌕ OSCAR PIASTRI

he gives you his jacket or sweatshirt when you’re cold. sometimes you think he doesn’t notice, but he always does, and you don’t even need to say anything, he instinctively drapes the jacket over your shoulders protectively. and when you are wearing shorts or skirts/dresses and you have to sit down, he always gives you his sweater so you can cover your lap if you feel uncomfortable.

˒ ⌕ MAX VERSTAPPEN

before you leave, he always reminds you to be careful and asks you to text or call him when you get wherever you go safely. it’s a way for him to know you’re safe and well. and if you need him, regardless of the reason or what time you are calling him, he would come to you in minutes, leaving anything aside just to come to you.

[verstappen-cult]

F1 GRID MASTERLIST

disclaimer: some works are nsfw and contain dark contents, your media consumption is your own responsibility. remember that RPF is just fiction & these are characterisations, so please don’t take anything too seriously.

── .✦ HEADCANONS

THE BOYS TAKING CARE OF YOU WHEN YOU’RE SICK

lando probably gets sick while taking care of you, charles tries to cook without burning the whole kitchen down, oscar reads to you until you fall asleep, max goes crazy, alex and daniel get angry and mick wants to cry.

SPENDING CHRISTMAS WITH THE BOYS

lando goes up to santa at the mall, charles drives you around town and helps you decorate the tree, oscar and you wear ugly matching sweaters, max goes all out and might try making a gingerbread house, key word try. alex takes you to an ice rink only to bump into people, daniel and christmas in australia, mick and his pajama-photoshoot on christmas day.

ATTENDING THE ERAS TOUR WITH THE BOYS

lando wearing matching outfits with you, charles tries not to show how excited he is, oscar might like reputation a lot, max will buy the most expensive tickets, alex is definitely a swiftie thanks to you, daniel definitely cries during all too well and mick might do something during love story.

GETTING A NEW PET WITH THE BOYS

lando loves the cat more than you, charles and you adopting a little one after moving in, oscar surprising you, max and you definitely didn’t plan on adopting another cat, alex and the zoo you have at home, daniel almost crying and bringing home a guinea pig, mick and cuddling. with a dog.

JEALOUS BOYS

lando doesn’t want to know anything about the new guy you are seeing, charles is seconds away from killing your friend, oscar bottles everything up until you’re alone, max confesses something while drunk, alex doesn’t know he’s jealous, daniel ignores you and mick finds some courage.

THE BOYS DEFENDING YOU FROM ONLINE HATE

lando defends you during one of his streams, charles makes a statement about what your relationship means to him, oscar posts a controversial tweet, again. max replies to every hate comment he sees, alex is obsessed with you and he shows it, daniel just needs a song, a phone and his guitar, and mick writes some beautiful poetry.

GETTING CAUGHT MAKING OUT WITH THE BOYS

lando and you have a little bit of fun in his driver’s room, an innocent task turns heated between charles and you, being in oscar’s childhood bedroom makes you feel and do things, max can’t keep his hands off of you at the FIA gala, alex sneaks inside the changing room, daniel and you hide in the airplane bathroom, mick can’t get enough of you even at the club, you spend seven minutes in the closet with logan thanks to a dare and lance makes sure you’re alone in his parent’s house.

MAKEUP SHOPPING WITH THE BOYS

lando doesn’t really likes to go shopping but for you he’ll do anything, charles is always asking if you need anything when you go out shopping together, oscar will follow you anywhere, max would give you the world if he could, alex and you have a monthly date to go shopping, daniel likes spoiling you, mick knows your favorite brand, you don’t even have to ask him and logan doesn’t know anything but he’s willing to learn.

THE BOYS MEETING YOUR PARENTS

lando looks like he’s about to meet his death while charles is about to have a panic attack, oscar is a natural, max goes all out, alex doesn’t know what to do, daniel is your mom’s favorite, mick prepares with flashcards and logan is a mess.

USING YOUR SAFEWORD

different ways in which the boys react to you using your safeword during sex.

── .✦ TEXTS

ACCIDENTALLY SENDING HIM AN AUDIO MOANING

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[norrizzandpia]

Masterlist 1

- Disclaimer! All of these have happy endings, I am not one for sad endings lol

- More works on Masterlist 2 which you can find the link to on the pinned post on my blog

Lando Norris:

Reckless Driving

When McLaren thinks its funny to put Y/n in a sports-car with her boyfriend and a set of question cards. Spoiler Alert: She doesn’t!

The Infamous Stream

When Max streams and the chat goes wild for Lando and Y/n’s sappy love.

I Can’t Help Falling In Love With You Pt. 2

What if love isn’t enough? What if the obstacles are too great and all the whirlwind romance ends up being is the right person, but wrong time?

Call Your Mom

Y/n’s struggle with mental health and the journey, accompanied by Lando and her best friends, she goes through in order to get better.

London Boy

In which she falls in love with a London boy as an American girl.

Flowers

After the Silverstone Grand Prix, Y/n wants to do something nice for her successful boyfriend, but she quickly finds out her kind gesture means a lot more to him than what she expected.

Used Pt. 2

A bet can do more harm than good.

She Doesn’t Know Who I Am Pt. 2

Lando’s in New York and no one knows who he is. Especially the girl who asks for his number.

Enemies To Lovers, Ya Know?

They’ve always hated each other. Always. Right?

Gentle

In which Y/n’s past is a little haunted, but Lando knows exactly how to make her understand that she is safe with him.

Spa

When a reality check causes Y/n to worry about him coming home to her every day for the rest of their lives.

The Softest Launch

He tried to be a secret, but the eyes never lie.

The Video Pt. 2

Y/n and Lando’s club dancing sends the F1 world into a frenzy.

Lando’s Biggest Fangirl Pt. 2 Pt. 3

His girlfriend. Lando’s biggest fangirl is his girlfriend.

I’m Sorry To Go

She’s not quite ready to have him leave just yet.

What Are You Doing Up?

She can’t go to sleep when he isn’t there.

Happy Birthday

It’s his favorite person’s birthday.

Lacy Pt. 2 (Oscar Ending) Pt. 2 (Lando Ending)

To the song “Lacy” by Olivia Rodrigo, that should be enough summarized.

I Love Your Body

It was the mirrors.

Boyfriend Lando

Where the chat goes crazy for Boyfriend Lando.

Longing Glances and Whispered Confessions Pt. 2

In which, in the darkness of the night, Lando Norris loves Y/n Fewtrell, only for the pain of their secrecy to plague them in the daylight.

Oscar Piastri:

*I also have another Oscar imagine under the Lando section. It is titled Lacy and has an Oscar ending, something you will see if you look at it. It is the second part to an imagine focused on reader loving Lando when he loves someone else. The Oscar ending was incredibly popular and one of my favorites to write! Hope you stumble across this and find that Lacy (Oscar’s Ending)*

Let Me Love You

A friendship where the lines are incredibly blurred is risky, but it’s even more risky to fall in love with a girl who won’t let anyone in romantically.

This Is About Oscar?! Pt. 2 Pt. 3

Y/n’s new song exposes a side of Oscar no one knew about.

I’ll Be The Fred To Your Daphne

He’ll always be the Fred to her Daphne, the peanut butter to her pb and j, and the salt to her pepper.

Best Friends To Benefits To Lovers

They’ve been dating for months after being the closest of friends for years. The question is, however, did they start out as best friends with benefits?

Hurt Me Once Pt. 2

In which they just miss the childhood best friends to lovers trope.

Let Me Help

She’s got a math test the next day and unfortunately, she can’t do math. However, her boyfriend can.

Loving You in the Shadows Pt. 2

They’ve been together for years. Well, they haven’t been together for years. Yet.

Cover It Up

That one piece of clothing was covering so much and Oscar just had to take it off.

She’s Missed You

In which Nicole and Chris welcome Oscar’s longtime girlfriend to live with them after he leaves, only to not tell him and have to update him when he shows up for a surprise visit.

Charles Leclerc:

Edits

When Carlos exposes Y/n watching edits of her boyfriend on Instagram. She’s incredibly embarrassed, but after an interesting conversation with the man himself, should she really be?

[smoooothoperator]

What Was I Made For?

01: Crossfire

Charles Leclerc x driver!OC (Dafne Morelli)

childhood enemies, forced proximity, accidental pregnancy, enemies to lovers

a/n: Hi!!! First chapter! Are you guys excited? What do you think that will happen?

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Monza. One of the two most important races for Ferrari in the calendar.

And my home race as well. 

The weather is still warm at the end of August, the sky is blue and every house has a Ferrari flag hanging from their windows. Every person that lives in Milano or in Italy knows that this weekend is important, that this weekend is their weekend.

“Do you think they will give you a chance to be the priority today?” 

Erica, my older sister by only two years. She was completely different from me, with blonde hair and skin easily tanned. She always came to my races, being the one that takes care of my flights and to rent cars to have during the weekend. Not like Soleil, who was actually a little version of me and my nutritionist.

“I mean, I'm ahead of Leclerc. They should” I said, shrugging my shoulders as I ate my breakfast. “The only person in front of me is Max, I don't think they want to risk and fuck up things right if front of all the Tifosi. They are idiots, but not that much to make me and Charles switch positions just because I'm the second driver”

Erica looked at me with a smile, nodding as she tied the strap of her dress in the back of her neck. Every time she came to the races she made sure to be dressed with the colors of the team, always wearing red since I was contracted by Ferrari and then white, red and black when I was in Haas. Today, for my homerace, she was wearing a nice cherry red dress from Meshki, a brand I made collabs with some months ago. 

“If they were smart they would do a good job and instead of letting Charles fight, they would order him to defend you from Lando” Soleil pointed, helping Erica to tie the dress. “Is not the first time they order you do that for him, and for once that you are in front of him they should give you a chance”

“I just want to end on the podium, that is the goal today” I sighed. “What Charles does is all his business”

“At least you should talk about the strategy…” Soleil sighed. “Only to make things clear. This is your home race, he should respect that”

“Hah! Sure” I laughed. “It was my home race last year too and he didn’t think twice to overtake me in the last lap even if his engineer was screaming in his ears to not do that. That’s even more cruel that overtaking me in the middle of the race” 

“But last year you two didn't have a warning like this year” Erica sighed. 

“Whatever, he’ll be an asshole anyway”

My sisters looked at each other and rolled their eyes, probably tired of the rivalry between Charles and I. But they don’t understand, they don’t understand how it feels to always be challenged by him since the first time he saw me. It was like he was a bully and I was his victim.

“You two are twenty six, when will be the day you two fix things?” Erica asked. 

“When one of us dies” I stated, making both of my sisters groan.

“Drama queen” Soleil sighed.

“Yes I am”

Getting out of the hotel was something that took us half an hour, being stopped by fans that waited for the drivers to start their way to the track. They called my name and the nickname they gave me when I got famous.

“Princepessa”

The good thing about being half Italian was that they didn't care if my other half was British. They cared about my Italian roots, feeling proud that someone from their country is driving for Ferrari. A Tifosi driving for the Tifosi.

“Today will be your day” a fan said. “You'll win this race”

I smiled at them, letting them put the friendship bracelets on my wrists and taking pictures with them, somehow wanting to believe all the words they said.

Some meters in front of me was Charles, signing caps and shirts on his way to the car. I recognized Andrea (his personal trainer), Joris (his photographer) and then a girl, probably his new fling. They were waiting for him already inside of the car, the three of them looking down at their phones.

“Is that his new girl?” I whispered to Erica, looking at the car Charles was walking to.

“I think so, she was in the hospitality yesterday” Erica answered, nodding. “I would say she's nice, but the only things she did was make tons of Tik Tok videos and pictures for her Instagram”

“Are we gossiping about his new girl?” Soleil smiled, stepping between us. “She's not nice. She thought I was one of the restaurant crew and just ordered me to bring her a coffee! And her manners? Uhg, non existent”

“His taste in women is really suspicious” I joked, looking at that girl, who actually looked like me.

The three of us walked towards the car that was waiting for us, walking in front of Charles' car and looking at the girl that was sitting in the front seat on the passenger seat. She was looking at her phone, recording a Tik Tok probably, while Joris and Andrea tried to not make obvious eye rolls.

“Yeah, neither his friends like her” Erica pointed.

I sighed, walking to the driver seat of my rented car and got it, turning on the engine while my sisters got in the car. People noticed us and started to wave at me, all of them holding the shirts and and even flags and waving them as I drove next to them.

“They want you to win” Soleil said excitedly, watching the Tifosi wave their hands.

“They want Ferrari to win” I corrected. “They don't care of it's me or Charles”

I heard them sigh and I just shrugged my shoulders, driving towards the track while the police guided us, somehow making sure neither Charles or myself suffered an accident before arriving.

If we have an accident during the race it’s no longer their problem.

After I parked the car, I saw Charles parking right next to mine, opening the door and looking at me. He sighed, rolling his eyes when I waved at him and immediately placed his hand on the back of the girl that was with him in this race.

I walked with my sisters, just a little faster to enter the paddock first, and when I looked at his girl I nearly laughed right on his face.

She was dressed with a top that only covered her front side and a skirt that had an opening on the side and let you see all her leg. 

“I think you went to the wrong place” I smiled at that girl. “Coachella was on April and Tomorrowland was on July”

“It's fashion” she frowned, her voice sounding too high. “You wouldn't understand”

“I do understand. At least I went to the Met Gala” I smiled, walking away and pressing my Paddock Pass on the ID scanner.

I could feel Charles' eyes on my back, probably thinking about ways of how to take me off of the track in a few hours, or how to poison my lunch. He would do anything to make sure I won't perform better than him.

Cameras and reporters followed me, making my sisters walk some feet behind me, taking pictures of me and asking things related to the race, which I always replied with the same answer.

“I'll do everything I can to win. It's an important race for me and for the team”

When they were satisfied with my answer and after they had enough pictures of me, they walked away to focus on other drivers that were around the paddock too.

As soon as the red building was close enough, the media managers and content creators of the team started to fly around me and soon after Charles, asking questions and doing the trends that were famous on social media.

Let's start the act.

The smile on my face was half real, half fake. Having Charles near while we were inside of the hospitality meant that the rivalry we had since kids had to be left outside the building, making us act friendly and fake just to make the team and sponsors happy.

“Hey Daf!” 

He knows I hate that nickname. He knows that every time he called me like that I ended up screaming at him, telling him that he's not allowed to call me that way, only one person and he is dead.

“Charlie!” I smiled, fakely, watching how he fought to not roll his eyes or look daggers at me. “Those jeans again? How many of them do you have?”

In moments like this I enjoyed teasing him, giving him nicknames he hated and making sure he couldn't fight me. 

“This jeans, dear Dafne, are my lucky jeans” he said, smiling. 

“Mhm, I wonder when are you going to burn them” I said. “But seems that your girl has the same taste as you, now makes sense”

I saw him clench his jaw and fists, taking deep breaths and looking at him with his eyes furrowed. He knows he can't do anything, so he simply smiles and nods, walking away to his room followed by that girl.

“What was her name?” I asked Soleil. “She has face of Karen”

“I think it's actually Karen” she laughed. “I wonder where he met her”

“I'm sure it was on Raya” I chuckled. “Maybe a summer fling that stayed for too long and he doesn't even know how to say no to her”

“I don't know who I should feel sorry for” Soleil sighed. “Him because she clearly is with him for the money, or her because she will probably be replaced soon”

I shrugged my shoulders and looked at the room with his number on the door, wondering what they would be doing. Ignoring each other? Her looking at the phone and taking pictures while Charles got changed? Probably that, or she would even be using him to take pictures of her so she could post them on Instagram, hinting that she's with him.

“Whatever, they are adults” I sighed, getting up. 

When I opened the door of my room and sighed, hearing how they talked, or most likely argued.

“What is her fucking problem? Why did she talk like that to me?” that girl exclaimed. “How dare she?”

“Come on, it wasn't that bad, Melanie…”

“Are you going to defend her or me?” her voice was too high, piercing into my ears. “Charles!”

“What! Fuck off, Melanie! You knew where you were coming, don't cry now. I told you what clothes you had to pack and, as always, you did whatever you wanted” he groaned, and I could hear how he closed the door of his closet.

“God, sometimes you are so stupid”

“Whatever”

I smiled, changing my clothes to my racing suit and folding my clothes, stretching my back and arms before walking out of the room, just at the same time as Charles. His jaw was clenched and I could see the vein of his temple a little swollen, something that always happened whenever he was angry or stressed, and probably now would be both reasons.

“Next time you bring a girl, make sure she knows where she's coming” I whispered.

“What about you won't open your mouth next time I bring a girl?” he frowned. “You are giving me a headache”

“Oh really? That's nice!” I smiled, winking at him and walking away. “You should have a painkiller, anyway”

“What I should have is a good race without you in front of me” he groaned.

“Too bad it won't be possible” I said. “Get used to it, I plan of being in front of you as much as I can”

That smile. 

God, I hated that smile.

I hated that she always knew what to say and how. 

“We'll see soon” I frowned.

She rolled her eyes and walked away, making me follow her with my eyes. Melanie walked out of the room and stood next to me, never letting go of her phone.

“Should I go to the balcony? I think there are nice views of the… How do you call it?” she said, making me take a deep breath and fake a smile.

“Paddock” I said.

“Oh yeah! That” she smiled.

“Look” I sighed. “I have things to do, I'm not your photographer”

Before she could say something I already was walking away towards the restaurant, sitting on a table and looking at my phone. Just a small lunch before doing interviews and then getting ready for the race, an ice bath and some stretch outs.

“Where did you leave that girl?”

I turned around and sighed when I recognized Erica's voice. She sat next to me and placed the cup of coffee in front of me.

Dafne's older sister always tried to be out of our  arguments. When we were kids, she always avoided our fights and stood away with my brother and Jules, ignoring us. I always believed that Jules and her would end up together, and somehow maybe they were for some time.

Maybe that's why she always tried to befriend me too, to make me feel that Jules was here too, and for her to have someone that reminds her of Jules.

“Last time I saw her she was asking me to take pictures of her” I sighed, grabbing the cup and drinking it slowly. “She was getting annoying”

“And why did you bring her, then?” she sighed. “I thought you were smarter”

“Did Dafne send you so she could just use this against me later?” I said looking at her, watching how she shook her head and smiled weakly.

“I came here because I care for you, Charles. I don't care if my sister and you can't stand each other” she said, resting her back on the chair and crossing her arms in front of her chest. My eyes went to the small tattoo of her wrist, one of many she has. The little 17 was facing me.

“A guy has his needs” I sighed. “And she was there on vacations”

“Sure, but you know what she has been doing while you were out of the hospitality?” she sighed, but I already knew the answer. “She thinks she's your girlfriend, Charles, only because you let her be in your bed”

“And what if she is?” I frowned, and somehow that tattoo got darker than it already was.

Jules would be disappointed, right?

“Look, I just…” I sighed, but immediately shook my head. “You wouldn't understand”

Of course she wouldn't. Because I don't understand it either.

“Then explain it to me, hm? I might be Dafne's sister, but I'm your friend too” she said. 

“Not now, okay?” I sighed. “I have things to do, a race to make”

“Alright” she sighed. “Good luck today, Charlie. Just… don't kill my sister”

She stood up and walked away, not after she messed my hair softly.

Jules and her would have made a really beautiful couple.

I took a deep breath and sighed, getting up and walking to my room again. I looked inside Dafne's room and frowned when I saw a fruit basket on her table, finding a big amount of peaches on it.

“Fuck” I sighed, walking in and grabbing that fruit.

I might hate her, but I don't wish her death.

“What are you doing?”

I tensed and took a deep breath, turning around and finding Dafne leaning on the door frame, watching me with the peaches in my hands. 

“Nothing” I said. 

“Putting a fruit you know I'm allergic to in a basket?” she frowned. “I thought you were stupid, but this? This is crossing the line”

“No! Hey!” I frowned. Did she really think I put them on purpose? “I just grabbed them because I know you are allergic to the peel of the peach, asshole. You are welcome”

Before she could say anything I walked out of her room and went to mine, locking the door and groaning. 

The Italian anthem echoed through the stands of Monza, reverberating in my chest as I stood in front of the grid. My heart pounded in time with the fervent claps and chants of the Tifosi, their energy a palpable force lifting me higher. The sea of red around the circuit was a sight to behold, with their flags waving, faces painted, the roar of their passion almost louder than the melody of the anthem.

This was my home, my people, and today, I was going to give them a race to remember.

After the final notes finished, I walked back to my car, in the first line of the grid, next to the navy blue Red Bull. No one was in front of me, the only car to beat was the Red Bull. I looked to the car behind it, the other red one of the grid, Charles’ car. I felt his eyes on me, and the only thing I did was put on my helmet and remember that today was my day, not his.

This is my race.

The formation lap felt like an eternity, each second stretching as I warmed up the tires, feeling the grip, the balance of the car. As we lined up on the grid once more, the tension was almost unbearable.

Five lights.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

Lights out.

I launched off the line, my tires gripping perfectly as I sped towards the first chicane. Max had a strong start, but I was right on his tail, the slipstream pulling me closer. Behind me, I could feel Charles trying to find an opening, but I shut the door firmly at every opportunity.

Lap after lap, I pushed harder, feeling the car’s every response. I stayed within striking distance of Max, waiting for my chance. And then, halfway through the race, it came. Max made a slight error going into the Parabolica, his line not as clean as usual. It was all the invitation I needed.

I dived down the inside, my heart in my throat, and for a moment, we were side by side. But I had the better exit, my car flying past him down the main straight as the tifosi erupted in a deafening cheer. The lead was mine.

Now it was a matter of maintaining it. Every lap felt like a battle, not just with the track but with my own nerves. I could feel Charles gaining behind me, his pace relentless. But I focused forward, hitting every apex, every braking zone perfectly. The laps ticked down, and with each one, my confidence grew.

The final lap was a blur. I could feel the tears in my eyes, barely letting me see the track, but I kept driving, pushing and turning the wheel until I crossed the finish line. 

“Dafne Morelli, you are a race winner!”

I did it. I finally did it.

As I parked the car in the pit lane and got out of the car, I heard the roar of the crowd, all of them waving the Italian flag over their heads. I saw my team, all dressed in red and jumping, cham¡nting my name. I felt pats on my back and helmet, some drivers coming to congratulate me.

But I felt that gaze too, the one that always burned me alive whenever I won him.

And it felt so satisfying knowing that I won against Charles Leclerc.

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[adventuringblind]

Hi ! Idk if im doing this right, its my first time sending a request…

Anyways, I loved ur autistic!reader x Oscar fic and i was just wondering if you could write more about them :)

I would love to read something about how she would interact with the other drivers / how they would interact with her!

If you don’t want to write that then you don’t have too! I love your writing and would love to read anything you post <3

Have a nice day, bye 😊

Grid Encounters

Oscar piastri x Autistic!reader

Genre: Fluff

Request: Yes, and with the amount of people who want to see Oscar and his Autistic partner, I will potentially make this a series:). Also, I'm still open for requests

Summary: Shenanigans on the grid take place when Oscar and his girlfriend are there

Warnings: idk I don't think there is

Notes: Trying a new format, let me know what y'all think!

Masterlist

It didn't take long for some of the drivers to catch on

Others were completely oblivious

Oscar and Lando both found it incredibly entertaining when she struggled to filter her thoughts

Her opinions and comments about things making them laugh hysterically

When someone told a joke she didn’t understand and gave them a blank stare, the reaction to them was funnier then the joke.

Oscar always swooped in to save her

Explaining what everyone found so funny in a way that made it all click for her

Max became close with her easily

She listened intently every time he started Maxsplaining or info-dumping

It was obvious to her when he was joking

He appreciates her laughing at his jokes

Charles is absolutely clueless

The two often staring blankly at the other

No thoughts, head empty

Until they figured out their shared interest in music

Then they wouldn’t shut up

Lando appreciates her tastes in food

Specifically the lack their of

Finally he could go out to eat with someone who understood him and his pickiness

Much to Oscar’s dismay

Daniel is very sweet with her

He tries his best not to shout in her ear and if he knows he’s going to be loud he’ll make sure to warn her

He gets defensive whenever someone gets insensitive

He’s always ready to tell someone off if they aren’t listening to her and what she’s saying she needs

Lewis was always wanting to know as much as possible

Learning to help make people aware of the hurtful stereotypes

It was refreshing to see and she openly answered any questions he asked

The reporter and journalists on the other hand, had yet to learn their lesson

It became a game among everyone who was regularly in the paddock

A game they called “which journalist would be getting a blunt answer today”

They always wanted to know why she did the the things she did

In which they would either receive a blunt and unfiltered answer

Or a sarcastic remark

“Is this the new style?”

“Sure. But I just find it comfy.”

“Do you ever get annoyed by things around the paddock?”

“That’s a stupid question. Don’t you have a degree for this stuff?”

“How do you and Oscar celebrate?”

“We party really hard. Drink a lot… of water. Lay on the floor. I’m always exhausted after.”

Speaking of the floor

She had a habit of always being on it

She determined that some floors were better then others

Oscar loved to indulge in her experiments

Rating every floor she was willing to lay on

They once were judging to tarmac on the circuit

Other drivers were doing track walks

Eventually they joined in

The journalists were confused at why half the grid was laying in the ground determining if they could sleep on it

It was a nice change, being around people who didn’t label her and accepted all of her quirks

Oscar was glad she felt at home around the paddock

He loves her for who she is

So seeing her smile about her environment and being accepted into his grid family made him smile too

[pdflayn]

I HAVE A CONFESSION

charles leclerc x max verstappen

2.2k words

summary: charles leclerc, born and raised in monaco, a mama's boy, raised to worship the man in the cross who saved us from all our sins. and then there's max verstappen, a man who believes nothing but himself and also a good friend of charles and his family. a man who also made charles crumble into pieces by a mere touch.

warnings: (a bit of) smut under the cut ! mentions of alcohol, religion and beliefs, charles is not a racer in this fic, mention of cigarettes.

note: heavily inspired by false god by taylor swift ! for the past few weeks i have been completely obsessed with it and lestappen are my victims with this brainrot of mine.

Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

It has only been 30 minutes since Charles sat down but it felt like years, it wasn’t always like this. His mind is clouded and distracted. Distracted with the question of who he worships. Is it the man in the cross? Or is it the man who pinned him against the wall of his bedroom last night?

“Charles! We’re over here!” Max screamed, hoping his voice could be heard against the wild crowd of Monaco’s finest club. It was obvious that the Monegasque did not hear his words, Charles was still wandering amongst the crowd, seeking for familiar faces. Max stood up from his seat, telling the rest of their friends he’ll just get Charles from the crowd.

It was loud. All that can be heard is the upbeat sounds coming from the blasting speakers and chatters of random people kissing each other’s faces. But Charles heard something more than the noise, he heard something calm. “There you are, Charlie.”

He felt Max’s hand wrapped around his arm with a smile in his mouth. He can smell the alcohol in his breath, that’s how close they are. He’s not sure if it’s a right feeling knowing damn well he didn’t have a drop of alcohol yet in his system. His heart was racing, his breathing paced with anticipation. “You’re the last one we’re waiting for at the table, let’s go?” Charles could only reply with a nod. His heart is in sync with the beats from the speakers.

"My god, will they ever stop playing Taylor Swift and start playing proper club songs?" Lando asked irritably while holding a beer in his hand. The rest of the group agreed and laughed. Meanwhile, Charles grabbed another bottle of beer as soon as he finished his first. He was annoyed, unable to sit still. He couldn't forget the warmth of Max's touch from a few minutes ago. They are very close friends, having been together since they were kids. But his touch from a moment ago felt different. His stare, his smile, it all felt different for the Monegasque. It wasn’t right, what he was feeling wasn’t right and the blue and red lights from the club hitting the godly face of the Dutch was not helping at all.

But we might just get away with it

Religion's in your lips

Even if it's a false god

“That’s your third beer already, you haven’t been here for a while. You good, Leclerc?” Max asked when he noticed Charles grabbing another bottle. Charles replied with a chuckle, “I’m good, this beer just tastes good.”

“Anyone wanna go to the dance floor?” Carlos asked excitedly, holding a beer in his hand and in the other is in Lando’s waist. I wonder what it feels to have Max’s arm wrapped around me, Charles asked in his mind. Quickly tapping himself out of his sinful curiosity. Soon enough the table was empty, it was only Charles left.

Charles and Max. In the same table. Drinking the same beer. Blank stares.

We might just get away with it

The altar is my hips

Even if it's a false god

Max chugged his bottle of beer and opened a new one. There was an unusual grin on his face. It was only the two of them at the table.

“You know, we actually didn’t think you were gonna come. You were never really the club type of person, Charlie.” Max uttered, trying to break the ice between the two of them. Ever since Max pursued his passion in racing, the only conversations he had with Charles was the good morning’s and good night’s along with the hi’s and hello’s whenever they saw each other in the streets of their homes.

“There wasn’t anything left to do at home so I decided to stop by. It’s not the usual crowd I like but there’s nothing to lose anyway. Plus, it’s free beer, Max. Who says no to that?” Charles leaned back in the chair, running a hand through his hair, hoping it could ease the tension between him and Max’s stare. He is intimidated, but deep down he loves it. Max noticed Charles’ continuous movements. Charles kept running a hand through his hair, chugging his beer once after every ten seconds, and licking his lips. Max knew it was all because of him. It was an obvious answer, it was only the two of them.

We'd still worship this love

We'd still worship this love

We'd still worship this love

“How’s your racing career? Maman always bothers me with the remote, asking me to switch to the channel that shows your race.” It was true. Charles’ mother loves Max dearly and treats him like his own son as well. They would always watch Max’s races especially when he’s free from work. “I’ve been winning races, I think you already know since you watch me drive.”

Charles chuckled, “I do.”

“Do you still serve at the church?” Max asked when he noticed a glimmer from Charles’ chest when the light struck him. Charles held his small cross and shook his head, “I haven’t been able to serve the church for a while now. I’ve been… busy.”

Max couldn’t help but raise a brow with his response. The religious boy missing church, it’s like hearing about the diligent student cutting classes. He thought to himself as he saw Charles hiding his cross inside his shirt.

I know heaven's a thing

I go there when you touch me

Honey hell is when I fight with you

“Charles,” Max called, earning a small hum from Charles. “Do you want to go somewhere quieter?” Charles smiled and nodded. Charles knew he needed to be somewhere quieter, Max knew the younger was already overwhelmed with the loud crowd. Charles was no stranger to Max, he knew him more than one could ever imagine.

Charles took one last sip from his beer and stood to follow Max leaving the club. They sat down in the cold ground of the parking lot, disregarding the thought that there were nearby benches under the trees blowing cold winds. It was awfully quiet, opposite to when they were inside.

“Do you smoke?” Max asked while holding a stick of cigarette in his hand. Charles shook his head and watched as the older lit up the stick and blew smoke from his mouth. Charles never liked the smell of cigarettes, that’s why he didn’t know why he’s suddenly okay with Max smoking. At some point, he might even want Max to blow smoke in his face. “You’re so quiet, Charles. Are you sure you’re okay?”

He didn’t know what to say. How could he say that it’s him who’s been bothering him since the moment he laid his hand on his arm without making it awkward? “I’m okay, it’s just a bit cold and I have nothing to say since nothing eventful has happened recently.”

“Then what’s keeping you busy to skip church? You’re one of the most religious people I’ve ever met.” Max asked in a curious tone. Charles didn’t know how to answer that question as well. He’s not himself lately, only Max noticed.

“Max,” Charles called. “Hmm?” Max responded.

“Why don’t you believe in religion?” Charles noticed how Max subtly froze from his sudden question.

“What’s with the sudden question about faith and religion, Charlie?” Max chuckled. Charles was already about to speak again, probably to take back his question but Max spoke first. “I wasn’t exactly raised in a religious family like you. My father is almost never home, my mother is also an atheist, and my sister, well, she’s the religious one in our family but we were never really close. No one really guided me in the religious part in life. And besides, I find comfort in what I can see and understand.”

“But still,” Charles started. “Don’t you feel lost at times?”

Max smiled, “I’d rather be lost than have an unknown entity dictate what’s right and wrong for me.”

“It’s not about dictating what’s right and wrong, it’s more like a guide from what’s right and wrong.” frustration was evident from Charles' voice along with his furrowed forehead. Max dropped his stick and stepped on it to kill the light. He gripped Charles’s arm and made him look at him. He felt the younger flinch within his touch.

“Charles, what’s wrong? Be honest with me, Charlie.” Max placed both of his hands on Charles' shoulder, closing the gap between them. Inhaling the intoxicating smell of alcohol mixed with cigarettes. “Max, I-”

“¡Hijos de puta, qué feo su comportamiento!” Both Charles and Max immediately distanced themselves from each other, seeing their friends getting kicked out of the bar, wasted as fuck.

“Ready to go home?” Charles snapped out of his thoughts when his mama tapped his shoulder. The mass had already ended and he didn’t even notice. “I’ll start the car, wait for me in front of the chapel so you wouldn’t need to walk back to the parking lot.” Charles said with a smile as he stood up and made his way outside the chapel. The thing is, he's not headed to the parking lot.

Tipsy. They were both tipsy from all the alcohol they drank. Especially since they decided to continue drinking at Lando’s house after being kicked out of the club. Everyone was already wasted. Charles wanted to be wasted too, but his very high tolerance in alcohol is not helping him. He wanted to drown his thoughts. His sinful thoughts of Max. He keeps on having flashbacks of how Max gripped him and how he sounded when he asked him the simplest question he couldn’t answer.

“That’s enough, Charlie.” Max said as he snatched the beer from Charles hand and moved away all the cans of beer left. Charles groaned, he wanted more. He forcefully grabbed the canned beer in Max’s hand which ended in the worst way possible.

“Fuck!” Max screamed in shock as the cold liquid drenched his shirt. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Max stood up and threw the can of beer in the nearest trash bin. Meanwhile, Charles ran a hand through his hair and left a frustrated groan before standing up and leaving the room.

“Charles,” Max called but to his dismay, Charles ignored him and went outside despite also being drenched with the cold beer.

“Charles, what’s wrong? C’mon mate, speak up-”

“For fuck’s sake, leave me alone Max!” Charles snapped. “Everything is wrong! It all started being wrong the moment you came back for good. I shouldn’t be feeling like this, Max. This is so fucking wrong!”

“Cha-”

“Man is created for a woman, a man is not created for another man. I can’t have these kinds of feelings towards you, Max. I can’t. My faith tells me it's wrong, but my heart... my heart is betraying everything I thought I knew.”

Max froze from where he stood. He didn’t exactly know how to react knowing that the person he craves also craves for him but forbids himself because it’s against his religion. So he stepped forward, taking the risk, placing his lips against the lips he craves for.

A slap echoed in Max’s ears. He felt a sting in his cheek as he once again froze from Charles’ actions. “Max,” Charles was supposed to touch the cheek but was stopped by Max’s tight grip on his wrist. Max’s jaws clenched, still feeling the sting from Charles’ slap as he dragged the younger inside to a vacant room.

“Max, I’m sorry.” Charles’ kept on trying to remove his wrist from Max’s grip, “You’re hurting me, Max!”

Charles was dizzy from the alcohol but it wasn't enough to knock him senseless. He was aware of where he was. He was aware of Max's intentions. He knew why he heard the door locked. And he knew damn well it's turning the both of them on.

“It’s funny how it's forbidden for a man to crave a man because your Jesus said so. But isn't your Jesus also a man?” Max whispered in Charles’ ear. Pinning both of his hands on top of his head while the other hand rests on Charles' waist, gripping it from time to time. “And you people worship him so badly, craving for his attention.”

Max stepped an inch closer to Charles, closing the gap between them. Not even air could pass through them. Charles groaned at the friction caused by their hips touching. Max thrusted into Charles' clothed self, making the younger moan and close his eyes. Max placed his free hand on Charles’ chin, making him look up. “Open your eyes. Let me see those pretty eyes of yours.”

“Look at you, even your eyes crave for me, schatje.” Max buried his head on the younger’s neck, leaving sloppy kisses and bite marks. He can feel his pants getting tighter every time he would hear Charles whimpering against his touch. “Already such a fucking mess for me, sweet one?”

Max freed the younger's hands from being pinned against the wall and slid it down his pants. Charles’ hands immediately found its way to Max’s hair, tugging a handful as he felt Max’s cold hand against his cock.

“You’ve been worshipping the same man for years now, Charlie. Would you go to hell if you'd worship another? Let's say, me?”

“Father, I have something to confess.”

[lilyrizzy]

Inspired by Daniel’s silly EA advert… hope someone enjoys!

It’s been a good day. A lot of the drivers hate this stuff, putting on the tap shoes for the sponsors and asking how high, but Daniel- He kinda likes it.

It’s something he’s good at, turning up to a set and being silly, making people laugh and being told good job Daniel. That’s great, perfect. The words give his chest the kind of buoyancy that has him feeling he could float the whole way home.

They’re a reminder that soon enough, he’ll be back in Melbourne where everyone will say his name with the same tenderness the director has given him, but this time wanting the best for him, instead of from him.

“Amazing job today Daniel,” Robert says again now, clapping a warm hand on Daniel’s shoulder. “I think that last part was enough just in the one take. You’re a natural.”

The pleased smile on Daniel’s face spreads easily.

“Cool,” is all he says though, “happy to help, I- Actually mate, I was hoping you’d let me have a little something in return.”

—

“Maxy!” Daniel calls, wrestling with both the front door and the giant box. “Where are you, baby?”

Their house in LA is big, his words bouncing off the walls of the grand entrance hall. Usually, it’s full of friends, sometimes family, but this week for once it’s just the two of them.

“Sofa!” Max shouts back, voice croaky like maybe he’d been napping. He’s probably not left the same spot Daniel left him in this morning. “How was the shoot, was it nice?”

Dumping his keys on the hallway table, Daniel follows the sound of Max’s voice. As suspected, he’s still stretched out across the cushions, belly up like Jimmy when he’s sunbathing in the balcony back home. His hand is shoved down the front of his shorts, but only idly. Daniel can see he’s not hard.

Still, for a moment his gaze gets caught there, before shifting back to Max’s face, his curious expression as he takes in the giant box Daniel is holding.

Right.

“I got you something,” Daniel says, setting it down on the coffee table. He opens it and begins to dig around. “A lot of merch swag and shit, but- Tah dah!”

He pulls out the game, proudly showing Max the box that has his own face on the cover. F1 2024.

“Oh,” Max says, and his smile is as sweet at the two happy pink splotches that begin to warm up his cheeks. “Thank you, Daniel.”

He sits up then, taking the game from Daniel’s hands and holds it like it’s something very special.

It’s not much of a gift really, because Max could get a copy for himself whenever he wanted. His people could call EA, or if he was feeling particularly desperate he could offer to do an ad of his own, but- He wouldn’t.

The only things he’s ever to gone out of his way to get are his championships and Daniel.

“I will have to wait for Lando to get his copy,” Max is continuing, but already he’s moving to crouch in front of their TV, his PlayStation, “or maybe Charles, for the multi-player but-“

“I can play,” Daniel interrupts, picking up the controller from their coffee table. It feels less foreign in his hand after a day being recorded holding it.

Max pauses, game disk spinning on one finger as he turns to look at Daniel.

“You want to play?”

He sounds confused, surprised.

“Sure,” Daniel says, all fake nonchalance. “I’ve even had a head start playing, I might be better than you.”

With a warmth fizzing in his belly, he watches the shock on Max’s face melt into quiet joy. He ducks his head to finish putting the game into the console, and when he takes a seat next to Daniel on the sofa, it’s close enough that their thighs are pressed together. Warm.

“I think if you want to beat me, you will have to hold it like this,” Max pokes at Daniel with a teasing grin, and then his hands are moving gently over Daniel’s to correct where he’s apparently holding the controller all wrong.

Daniel snorts, pushing out an elbow to nudge at the soft place Max’s ribs hide underneath.

“Fighting talk, baby,” he insists with far more confidence than he feels. “Just you wait, you’ll be begging for mercy.”

Max’s laugh is bright.

“Okay but I think we need to look at the settings first,” he begins again, “because of course I have the sensitivity set very high, and-“

Daniel lets Max’s explanations wash over him like music.

—

Later, Daniel manages to finally win a race by shunting Max into the first corner, speeding away while he’s still spinning in the gravel.

“That of course, does not count,” Max insists indignantly, though there’s a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “That is cheating, Daniel.”

“Not what you said in Baku baby,” Daniel reminds him, and then pokes his tongue out when Max begins to trip over his protests that he has done nothing wrong, ever.

Daniel begins a loud rendition of ‘we are the champions,’ in favour of listening.

Giving up his attempts to defend himself, Max tosses his controller onto the coffee table with a sharp clatter, instead choosing to crawl over Daniel, pressing him down into the sofa.

“I will show you a fucking champion,” he mutters, his thigh finding its way between Daniel’s legs.

Daniel’s own controller hits the hard wood floor with a thud.

[captainnameless]

Hello! I hope you are doing AWESOME!

I just had a small request. It is 89 degrees and sunny where I am and was wondering if we could have a fic where all of the Littles (lando, Oscar, charles, George, and max) having a pool day and some of them struggling with sunscreen (charles dating he doesn't need it and lando just not liking it) and having fun by thr pool. Oh, and maybe george and Max take a snooze while lando and charles run their infinite energy off.

hi! i´m good, thank you. just got back from my vacation so i´m in a sunny mood and this fits it!

Max is knocked out on a sunlounger on his belly. He´s mostly out of the sun but Daniel´s still glad he managed to put a fresh coat of sunscreen on before Max passed out. His thumb is sucked firmly into his mouth and despite Daniel having tried some redirection Leo made his way down to the pool area too, and is squished under Max´s arm.

Charles and Lando are still chasing each other in the water, occasionally getting out to run around the side and getting yelled at by Carlos and Lewis get back in or stop running.

Oscar had been part of the game too until growing tired of it, fitting himself down close next to Daniel who threw a towel over his shoulders and gave him a banana to snack on while Daniel fussed over Max.

“You tired too?” Daniel asks, turning towards Oscar wrapping an arm around his shoulders and using his other hand to brush the wet hair off of his forehead. “You need a haircut.” He adds.

Oscar leans into the touch, swallowing his last bite of banana. “Only a little.” The boy answers, ignoring Daniel’s haircut remark.

“You can have a lie down if you want to, out here or inside. Lewis is putting George down in the bedroom too cause he needs it quiet.”

Oscar shrugs a little, eyes finding Daniel’s. “Wanna stay here.”

“Okay buddy,” Daniel says, not pushing it, Oscar’s usually good with knowing when he needs a nap, and he’ll probably go down anyway once the other boys are too.

“Can you come sit here?” Daniel asks, patting the space in between his legs. “If you’re staying in the sun we’re doing a new layer, okay?”

Oscar makes a face but obeys anyway, moving over and letting Daniel pat him dry with the towel around his shoulders before the lotions being rubbed in.

It seems to remind Carlos too.

“Lando, Charles!” Carlos calls from his spot on his own lounger. “Five more minutes then we’re getting out.”

There’s a chorus of disagreement that comes from the two boys left in the water just as Lewis walks back out. “That sounds promising. Need some help?”

Carlos groans, hand coming up to block the sun and look at Lewis. “In five minutes, yes.”

Lewis laughs. “Who do you need me to take?”

Carlos sits up, squinting. “Whichever one you can capture.”

It pulls a chuckle out of both Lewis and Daniel.

Five minutes later it proves to be the expected struggle, Lewis managing to pull Charles out of the pool and wrestle him into a towel to dry him off, Carlos running after Lando who managed to escape the initial capture.

“I don’t need it!” Charles whines batting at Lewis and the sunscreen bottle now that his hands are free again from being burritoed into the towel. “No, no no!”

Lewis seems to think for a moment before agreeing. “You’re right, you don’t.”

Charles faces is confused for a split second, suspicious as he lowers his arms.

“Because you nap inside, let’s go.”

A new string of disapproval ensues, loud whining quieted down by the threat of consequences if he wakes George up and the promise of a lie down together if he can show he can be a good boy.

Next to Daniel Lando’s thrown unceremoniously onto the lounger, bursting into a fit of giggles when Carlos digs his fingers into Lando’s sides. “Naughty, naughty boy!”

Max stirs, only a little, usually a deep sleeper but Daniel still whacks at Carlos’ leg. “You wake him, you put him back to sleep.”

“Sorry,” Carlos says sheepishly, stopping his attack and pressing a hand onto Lando’s mouth to stifle the noise. “Quiet, amor. Or Danny’s going to put us both in time out.”

Lando’s eyes go big for a second as he quiets down, only for a second before he starts whining at Carlos drying him off, pushing at the soaked trunks. “Off.”

Carlos stops his hands. “You can’t take them off you little nudist.” But Lando’s not convinced so Carlos wraps him up in the towel instead and goes to get him some boxers.

Lando slides off the lounger and fit himself closer to Daniel and Oscar, Oscar mostly relaxed into Daniel’s chest, blinking tired eyes.

“Hi.” Lando grins, and Daniel cannot help the smile.

“Hi, stinker.” He hums, brushing a hand through the curls.

“Oscar’s tired.” Lando says, and Daniel nods, pressing a kiss to the top of Oscar’s head before turning back to Lando. “So are you.”

“Am not.” Lando protests, but his eyes flutter close when Daniel’s thumb presses gently in between his eyebrows.

“See?”

Lando whines, turns his face away with a pout as Carlos returns with some dry boxers and a cuddle blanket for Lando and Oscar’s giraffe. The latter gets dropped into Daniel’s lap and Oscar snatches it up, cuddles it close before fitting himself more comfortably into Daniel’s chest, eyes closing.

“Thank you.” Daniel mouths, fitting himself a bit more comfortably against the lounger to support himself and Oscar.

Lando’s already dressed himself when Carlos reveals the sunscreen, the younger almost bolting again when Carlos snatches him close to apply a new layer.

Lando protests at first, relaxes only when Carlos starts massaging it into his shoulder, is out cold when he finishes, face streaky and white from where Carlos didn’t finish properly rubbing it in and not willing to risk Lando waking up again.

Lando’s floppy as Carlos brings him into his chest closing his own eyes.

“Pool days, huh?”

[wedriftlikelonelyplanets]

WIP Wednesdayyyyyy

(Last lines game, really!)

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Get A Grip Before My Dog is Loose (Lestappen, Vampire!Max AU)

And then there’s a smile curling across Max’s face, predatory and sharp, as he tosses his phone to the side, direct attention turned on Charles. It’s too much. Too much and not enough all at the same time. “You want it?” He asks, his voice low, head tilted. “You want me to chase you? Pin you down? Make you take it?” doesn’t hold back the chuckle escapes as Charles flushes darker, and nods the affirmative. 

Small Talk, Big Love (Charlos, D/s (BDSM) divorce fic) (this is still a working title) Tag Here

Somewhere between Vegas last year, and Australia this year, they lose themselves. Somewhere in that long stretch of time, everything changes. Carlos a little harsher, Charles a little sharper, and Carlos doesn’t know if it’s intentional, or if Charles just can’t help himself. Too competitive, too driven, too willing to push to win that he’ll push everything else away. 

I'm so Lonely and You're the Only One That Knows Me (Landoscar, the negotiation fic)

Lando swats his hand away, gently, picks up the mug himself, tests the heat of the ceramic against his palm before bringing the cup cautiously to Oscar’s lips. It’s a repeat of the action from last night, Lando’s fingers coming up to cup the back of his neck, tilt his head back, tilts the mug, and Oscar takes a small sip, and then another, of the coffee. Warm slide of it settling somewhere in his chest 

Leaving Me Just When I Thought You Were Mine (Charlos, A/B/O with non-traditional dynamics)

Sometimes, he doesn’t know when it became more than just him panting after Charles like a bitch in heat, and instead, him feeling something stronger, stronger, deeper, like some loyalty that’s been instilled into him, like Charles collared him and called him his own. 

ANNND last but not least because I need you all to get snippets of it, I love this one so much and it's kinda been on the backburner for my Landoscar series and also the Charlos Divorce Fic (and NOW the vampire max fic)

The Lestappen Warped Tour AU (Lestappen, Warped Tour 2005)

Charles goes on stage wearing one of Max’s shirts, baggy on him and smelling like Max, and paired with his too-tight skinny jeans, Max wants to devour him. Pulls him off stage the instant Lake Despair's set is done, and they navigate their way through a crush of people. In the first quiet corner they find alone, Max licks at the sweat trickling down his neck, before sucking a mark into his collarbone so that everyone can see that Charles is his.

I don't have a world of people to tag so I'll tag the few followers I have that are writers. No pressure for anyone, I love you all the same. @foggieststars @tommybuckleys ...god i need more friends who are writing WIPs because i feel weird tagging people that i'm not moots with

ANYHOW love u all have a good time

[fastandcarlos]

He Takes Care Of You On Your Period : ̗̀➛ F1 Reaction

: ̗̀➛ Max Verstappen

Lots of cuddles are on the menu whenever you’re on your period, Max never leaves your side, making sure that he holds you as best as he can to take away the pain. He’s incredibly attentive at the best of times but he takes extra care during your time of the month, keeping things slow and moving as calmly as he can to protect your body. Need a squeeze? He’s there. Tummy need massaging? He’s by your side before you even finish asking him. ‘I’ll do whatever I can to make you feel better,’ he repeatedly tells you, knowing that all the pain that you go through is never truly your fault.

: ̗̀➛ Lando Norris

Treats, treats and more treats come your way from Lando whenever you’re on your period. He’s still a little lost sometimes as to what the right thing to do is, however one thing he does know that can solve most situations is chocolate – so that’s what he does. Lando brings the comfort to help you relax, he finds your favourite treats, sets up your living room so its nice and cosy and finds the cheesiest film that he can to send your hormones into overdrive – although secretly he loves making you cry at a film so he can be there to wipe away your tears.

: ̗̀➛ Charles LeClerc

Bed is the only place Charles will let you be when you’re on your period, he’s there for you whenever you need him. It kills him seeing you in so much pain so he encourages you to rest as much as you can. ‘What do you want?’ He’ll question as soon as he sees you moving, leaping up to help you out. If he could take away the pain, he would in a heartbeat, so instead Charles tries to give you as easy a life as possible whilst you’re suffering, sneaking into bed for a cuddle with you whenever he finds himself with five minutes to himself too.

: ̗̀➛ Carlos Sainz

He’s practically glued to your side when you’re on your period, particularly if you’re visiting work with him too. Carlos likes to make use of the extra benefits of being a driver, giving you a comfy bed to lay down on or sneaking into the hospitality lounge to boil a kettle so that he can fix you up a hot water bottle. ‘Just for you,’ he’ll sweetly smile down at you, placing the bottle to the exact spot that you point to, showing him where it hurts. Gently, Carlos tends to then sit beside you, letting you rest into his side.

: ̗̀➛ George Russell

King of supplies is the title you charmingly gave George the first time you were on your period, and ever since then, he’s lived up to his title. He can tell by your voice alone when your period has arrived, making the call to the shop to get everything you need. He doesn’t care about the stares (and sometimes the photos!) as long as he’s taking care of his girl that’s what matters the most. His cupboards are full of sweets, pads, fresh pyjamas, everything that you could ever need to make sure your period comes and goes as smoothly as possible.

: ̗̀➛ Lewis Hamilton

He’s almost like a mind reader when you’re on your period, Lewis knows exactly what you want before you even do. After a long day at work, all you want to do is rest with your cramps, and as you walk through the door, you can see the steam coming from the bathroom door. A proud Lewis will stand and smile as you enter, ‘welcome home baby,’ he’d whisper every time, showing you his handiwork. A soothing bath, candles lit, gentle music in the background, everything you’d ever need to take your mind off of your sore tummy for a while.

: ̗̀➛ Daniel Ricciardo

He’s the sweetest soul when it comes to your period, all of Daniel’s attention is on you and the things he can do to help you. Daniel treats you like the most delicate thing in the world, cuddling you so tightly you can think about nothing else but his strong arms holding onto you, or telling you a funny joke to make you smile again. You’re sure if you look close enough you can actually see his heartbreaking when he watches you in pain, but secretly you somewhat enjoy your periods as it makes you the centre of his universe for a few days.

: ̗̀➛ Logan Sargeant

He was the perfect pillow at the best of times, but especially during your period, Logan was exactly what you needed. He dropped everything to hold you into his side carefully, running his hand gently against your stomach. ‘Are you comfy?’ Logan would whisper down to you every few minutes, pressing a kiss against the top of your head as soon as you hummed in reply to him. Despite how busy he was, he’d lay with you for hours in the hope that it would make you feel better, doing whatever he could to make your period that little more bearable.

: ̗̀➛ Alex Albon

All other plans are cancelled for Alex when you’re on your period, you are his priority the moment he sees you suffering. Despite you protesting that you’re absolutely fine, Alex refuses to believe it. Whilst you’re still in bed he darts to the shop to make sure that he’s got everything that the two of you will need for the day before joining you in bed as you begin to wake. It’s where you both stay for most of the day, with Alex not leaving your side, paying attention to everything and being an absolute dream taking care of you.

: ̗̀➛ Lance Stroll

You barely had time to breathe with Lance around when you were around, he was on your case all the time. If you were ready for some tablets to take away the pain, Lance would be there with them and a glass of water, or if you needed your hot water filling, he’d take it as soon as it felt too cold to him. Sometimes you forgot he was your boyfriend with how caring Lance was towards you, he was terrified that something would cause you pain so he wanted to be there to fix anything that he could for you straight away.

 ˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[itaipava]

— f1 boys: the ones you catch staring at you and the ones that catch you staring at them.

THE ONES YOU CATCH STARING AT YOU. . .

LANDO NORRIS can’t stop looking at you. everyone can see how in love and enchanted by you he is just by the way he looks at you with so much love, affection and a beautiful glow of admiration in his eyes. and honestly he doesn’t care if you caught him staring at you or if someone make fun of him for it, he’ll simply keep looking at you the same way but this time with a lazy smile on his face. you try to maintain eye contact for a while, but his gaze is so deep (and in love) it makes you feel shy and fuzzy inside, and when you look away first, he laughs softly and walks over to you, kissing your forehead and calling you beautiful.

DANIEL RICCIARDO sometimes can’t help it, he’s so mesmerized and intrigued by every little detail of yours that he gets lost in that moment. his bright eyes follow your every move as he makes a mental note of all your mannerisms and quirks and how beautiful you are. and he just realizes he’s staring too hard when you points it out; he somehow looks more delighted at being caught than embarrassed. his eyes have nothing but warmth and love as you look at him across the table, and he instantly leans forward, his chin resting on his palm, letting out a dreamy sigh along with a simple smile, totally undramatic, ‘i think you’re the most beautiful person in the world’ and you might think he’s joking, but he really says it with his heart.

MAX VERSTAPPEN doesn’t understand why, but everything you do is charming to him. even the simplest and most mundane things became more beautiful and light to him after he saw you do them; it’s as if you’ve given a new meaning to his life. and when you turn to look at him after feeling the weight of his gaze on you, all you can do is smile; the way he looks at you with all the attention in the world, his eyes shining with love and compassion but also curiosity makes your heart flutter in your chest. he just pretends he hasn’t been caught looking at you like you hang the stars and moon in his sky. but if you look very closely, you will notice a slight flush in his cheeks; you tease him about it and he seriously denies it, avoiding eye contact, but one accidental look at you amidst the bickering, he’s a goner of course, with a fond little smile already tugging on his lips.

OSCAR PIASTRI has his heart racing and red cheeks as he quickly looks away when he realizes he’s been caught staring at you for too long, and for a while, he looks anywhere in the room even when you try to get his attention playfully, but unfortunately, the lovestruck boy can’t help but steal a few too many glances in your direction when he thinks you’ve looked away only to get caught again.

THE ONES THAT CATCH YOU STARING AT THEM. . .

CARLOS SAINZ blatantly looks back at you, his gaze on your face light and unwavering; so full of adoration and love it sends a shiver down your spine. and when he knowingly asks why you are looking at him, you tell him that you enjoy doing it because he’s so beautiful, to which he can only smile sweetly and say, taking your hand in his, “i like looking at you too... you’re too pretty to be real”

CHARLES LECLERC is one of those who keep throwing glances in your direction, a hint of a smirk tugging on his lips, and when you’re seemingly unfazed, he takes that as a challenge, looking right at you and holding eye contact until you’re the one who eventually looks away; only then, he cracks a gleeful grin, playfully poking your cheek while coolly yet fondly saying ‘cute.’

LEWIS HAMILTON is one of those who notices you staring for a while now but acts otherwise only to suddenly whip around and face you with the goofiest grin. having caught off-guard, you turn away, flustered, and he coos lightly ‘aw come on don’t get all shy on me now’ and cups your face gently to make you look at him so now you’re two smitten idiots, smiling at each other, utterly and hopelessly in love.

[spicyclover]

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Summary: You and Lando have been a thing for quite some time. After being friends for a year, you finally dared to ask Lando for an actual date. And that’s where everything starts. Rumours were heard but no confirmation, so they killed themselves until one LIVE with this idiot Charles. 

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Lando was an live. Talking loudly, cracking a laugh sometimes and most of the time raging at the game and his friends. You were in the bedroom next door, and he was annoying. This has been going on for at least two hours, and you have had enough. 

You wear shorts and one of his hoodies and head outside. Go, it was much quieter here. You take his car to the nearest drive-through and order some food for you to eat while walking the streets. 

Meanwhile, Lando was still gaming with Charles, George and Alex. All three of them trying to ruin Charles's games, as always. Making fun of Alex's noise and George's unknowable of the actual gaming world. 

Oh right! They are playing the Goat simulator. 

“FUCK off, screamed Charles for a hundred times as his game crashed once more.” 

“Oh, come on, Charles, buy yourself a real computer because you are ruining our game.” 

“Shut up, Lando!” 

“No, for real, it’s like the fifth time you made me crash because you couldn’t drive, and now because...

“Fuck off, go back to fuck Y/n and let me play.”

After this sentence, Charles went silent. Looking at his camera where his streamers were going wild after he had just said. Nobody dared to talk, and this only made things worst. Them being silent, with eyes and mouths open. 

If Lando could disappear under a rock right now, he’ll do it. Far far away from this computer and this life. It’s finally George who ends the awkward silence.

“Well, I gotta go, guys. See ya!”

Alex follows shortly after with a lame excuse for doing the laundry. Lando finally comes out of his trans and ends his life and game without a word, just closing everything. “Well, Y/n going to kill me, that’s for sure.”

Charles was the last one an live. Need help figuring out what to do. He just stays there looking at his black screen. He looks at the camera and makes an awkward sound before saying goodbye to everyone. Taking his head in his hands, he tries to find a logical escape from the bombshell he just dropped on you and Lando. 

He grabs his phone and dials the number of Lando. He tries several times but always ends up in the voicemail. “That’s bad, and that’s really bad... I’ve fucked up.”

You are utterly oblivious to the bombshell that just dropped on your head. While eating your Mcdonald's at sea, your phone starts blowing up.

Your Instagram, Twitter and even WhatsApp his on fire. You finally saw the name of Lando calling you, and you answered. 

“Hi, baby! What’s going on? My phone blowing up. What did you do?”

The other line stays silent for a while, thinking about what he might say to you. 

“Lando! Answer me!”

“Baby... we need to talk.”

“What happens?” 

“I can’t tell you on the phone. Come home, please.” 

“Okay, sure. But I am apprehensive now.” 

You go back to Lando’s house. Once you arrive, you see him waiting for you at the front door, looking shocked and scared simultaneously. 

You step out of the car, and he quickly takes your arm to make you enter, looking at both sides like a madman. 

“Okay, you’re starting to scare me.”

“Babe, sit down, please.” He said while taking your hands to the couch. “Charles may have exposed us.”

“What do you mean, might?”

“Well, we were on live playing and at some point, Charles’s game crashed and I...”

“Go to the point!” 

“Well, he might tell me to fuck off and fuck you.”

“Okay?”

“And I panicked, and I froze. Making everything worse...” 

You stay silent for a while, looking at him. 

“So... we’re out?”

“Yeah... I’m sorry. So sorry. I didn’t want it to happen, but...”

You didn’t give him a chance to finish his sentence and kissed him. You kiss him with passion. You’ve been waiting so long for him to make your relationship public you can’t find the words. You’re happy, very happy, because you won’t have to hide when you accompany him to races. You won’t have to see all those girls flirting with him thinking he’s single.

“You’re not mad?” He asks, confused.

“No. I actually would kiss Charles if he was here!” You said, pushing him into the couch to kiss him again. 

“I’m so confused...”He said taking off your top.“Yet, I certainly don’t mind.”

[severalforraelee]

The Girls Part 9: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Photo credits to Reddit

Word count: 3,717

Written by raelee / Posted March 26

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“Do you like the orange slices?” Charles asks Ada, putting more onto her plate. She demolished the last ones that he gave her in seconds.

I guess I never realized it, but I’ve never given the girls oranges before. I’ll eat an orange if it’s one of a few options, but it’s not a fruit that I seek out at the grocery store. It wasn’t until Charles showed up to spend summer break with us, announcing that he read in a baby book that introducing them to a wider variety of food at a young age makes them less picky eaters once they’re older, that we really started to buy a wider range of fruits and vegetables.

I grin as Ada immediately lifts a fistful of orange to her mouth, shoving her tiny hand in.

“What about you, Lucy?” He questions our other daughter.

My gaze turns towards her and I can’t help the belting laughter. Her tiny nose is wrinkled as she holds a cube of orange between her thumb and pointer finger, as if assessing if this is really what dad gave her for breakfast.

“She hates it,” Charles chuckles, watching as she sets it back down on her tray and leaning back in her seat. “I’ll get you some grapes instead, Lucy, hold on.”

I can’t help but stare at his muscular back clad in a black T-shirt as he enters the kitchen, immediately reverting my eyes to my laptop screen as he looks up from the counter to meet my eyes.

Since a few nights ago when Charles and I took those tests and had an argument yet not an argument afterwards, it’s been pretty quiet. We’ve been spending the days with the girls, doing activities in London, or he’ll spend time with them by himself if I have school or work. Truthfully, it’s been nice having him here. I don’t have to worry about being able to afford a babysitter, or getting a phone call from a babysitter that pulls me out of class or work. I have time to focus on my homework without feeling absolutely exhausted from skipping out on hours of sleep.

At the same time, it kind of makes me sad to have him here. It reminds me of how different things could have been if I told him that I was pregnant. Whether or not I would have stayed with him, I would’ve had support from the start- I would’ve never had the worries that I did for almost two years of working part-time, being a full-time student, and a full-time mom.

But, you know, character growth and all of that.

A knock at the door snaps all four of our heads towards it as Charles puts the cut up grapes on Lucy’s plate.

“Who’s that?” Charles questions.

“I don’t know,” I admit, standing up, “Did you park in the street again? It might be the neighbor telling you to move.”

“No, I didn’t.”

I swing open the door, a beaming face greeting me on the other side.

“Lando,” I cheer, pulling my brother into a hug.

He drops the duffle bag that I just noticed was clutched in his grasp, winding his arms back around me to return my hug. His arms squeeze me tightly, so much so that I gasp out, “You’re choking me.”

He lets go with a giggle. “Sorry.”

I step aside to let him into the apartment, and he leans down to grab his bag first.

“I wish that you had a peephole on that door, it’s not safe to just open it,” Charles comments as I close the door behind Lando.

“Charles?”

The brunette looks up from where he’s crouched down and wiping Ada’s face with a washcloth, mouth dropping and eyes widening as he makes contact with his fellow driver. “Lando?”

“What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Charles stands up straight.

“I’m here to visit my sister and nieces,” Lando gestures towards us with disbelief, raising his eyebrows. “Your turn.”

“I’m here to visit my-”he pauses, not sure how to refer to me. “Y/N and my daughters.”

“How long have you been here?” Lando questions, using a tone that I can’t place my finger on as he creeps forward to place kisses on the top of Ada and Lucy’s heads.

“Only a few days,” I reassure him, pulling Lucy out of her chair and into my arms as she begins to whine.

“Why do you have your bag?” Charles inquires, just noticing the black piece luggage.

“I’m going to be staying here for a week or two to help Y/N with the babies.”

“You are?” I raise my eyebrows at him. “When were you going to ask me that?”

“Now?” He questions sheepishly.

“No, that won’t work,” Charles looks as if he’s figuring out something in his head. “I was planning on staying here for a week or two as well.”

“And when were you going to ask me that?” I ask at the same time Lando asks, “You are?”

“I figured that you would have gathered that by now,” Charles has a sheepish expression as well.

“You guys couldn’t have talked with each other to split it up or something? I need help more than two weeks a year,” I look between the two teasingly.

Lando doesn’t respond, grabbing Ada from her high chair as Charles just gives me a tight-lipped smile.

I immediately regret the joke. I know how tense things have been between Lando and Charles since Lando found out that Ada and Lucy are Charles’ kids and since Charles found out that he got his rival’s sister pregnant. Neither of them will really talk about their strained relationship with me, but it’s still easy to tell. Both from the lack of the other’s name in conversation when they used to be close friends, to the pictures and videos of them lowkey avoiding each other on the grid.

My gut fills with guilt everytime I see those pictures and videos.

“I do only have a two bedroom apartment, and figuring that neither of you want to sleep with two toddlers, I don’t know what the sleeping arrangement is,” I shrug.

“I can just sleep with you and Lando can take the couch,” the Monaco native suggests.

My brother instantly narrows his eyes at him. “And why would you be the one sleeping with her?”

Charles now looks unsure at his suggestion. “I figured that you would not want to sleep next to your sister.”

“And why would you just assume that?”

It’s quiet as Charles and Lando stare at each other, the tension so thick that you could cut it with a knife. I feel suffocated.

“You two could just share the bed and I’ll take the couch,” I weakly joke.

This time Charles doesn’t even give me a smile.

It’s going to be a long two weeks.

~

The rest of the day is somehow relaxed. Lando’s friend, Max, is in town so he leaves to go karting with him that afternoon and to grab some dinner afterwards. By the way that he looks dead tired when he gets back that night, I don’t think he wanted to be out nearly as long as he was, but it was a good way to avoid spending time with Charles.

Charles and I had taken the girls to the park where they kept asking him to push them on the swings, so by the time we got back, he was also exhausted and decided to take a nap on my bed.

And that’s how we figured out the sleeping arrangements.

“Hey, uh,” Lando stops at my words as he heads down the hallway towards my bedroom. He turns around, raising his eyebrows at me and my unsure tone. “Charles is actually sleeping in there.”

His eyebrows rise higher, if that’s even possible. “You’re letting Charles sleep in your bed with you?”

“Lando,” I sigh, tired both emotionally and physically myself. Having to deal with the tension between Lando and Charles along with everything that I normally have to do, enhance the relationship between Charles and my daughters, and enhance the relationship between Lando and my daughters has exhausted me.

I don’t have it in me to fight tonight.

Lando can tell, his eyes softening as they meet my own. He runs a hand through his hair. “Fine. I’m just going to take a quick shower and then I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Thank you,” I step forward, winding my arms around his torso. “I really appreciate it.”

By the way that he doesn’t hug me back right away, I can tell that he’s surprised that I initiated a hug. Slowly his arms move around me and we stand in my apartment’s short hallway, hugging each other.

“Goodnight.” I pull away, shooting him a smile before cracking open the door to the girls room to make sure that they’re still sleeping.

“Goodnight,” he whispers back.

~

“Mama brought the good snacks today,” I tell the girls, pulling the cups of Cheerios out of their diaper bag.

“Snacks?” Ada leans over the edge of her high chair to look at what I’m holding.

“She’s your daughter for sure,” Lando teases.

I shoot him a glare as I hand one cup to Ada, the other to Lucy.

“What do you think the car will be like after summer break, Lando?” Charles questions.

Charles can tell that I’m uncomfortable by the tension between him and Lando. We both understand why it’s there, but that doesn’t make it any easier to deal with. We decided on doing this lunch out today with all five of us to hopefully alleviate some of the tension, but considering Lando stayed out as late as he possibly could yesterday to avoid spending time with Charles, I don’t know how it’s going to go.

I don’t know what to do in this situation. I don’t know if I can handle another two weeks of this awkwardness- and I don’t want either of them to feel pressured into leaving early. I want Uncle Lando to get to know the girls and the girls to get to know Uncle Lando, and I want the girls to get to know their dad and Charles to get to know the girls.

“Why are you asking?” Lando asks coldly.

Charles glances over at me. “Just trying to make conversation.”

“Oh. I wasn’t sure if you were trying to get insider information or something.”

Charles sucks a breath in through his teeth, deciding not to say anything to that.

Charles is trying, that much is clear. He’s not making up excuses to avoid spending time with us, he’s trying to engage with Lando just to get snide or quick responses. I can’t help but notice and appreciate all of the effort that he’s putting in to repair the relationship with my brother.

But Lando is giving him nothing back, and as angry as I am with that, I really can’t blame him. We hid a relationship- really, a situationship, from him for months and it had quite a catastrophic impact- two catastrophic impacts, actually.

My eyes slide over Charles’ shoulder to the teenage girl sitting at the table behind him, her phone’s back camera pointed towards us. She’s smiling and posing, like she’s taking a selfie, but once she pulls her phone down and leans in to whisper to her friend, I can tell that she used the back camera and not the front.

I frown at that, tugging Lucy’s bucket hat just a little bit lower to cover more of her face. I understand that she’s most likely taking pictures of Lando and Charles, since it’s not often that you see not only one Formula 1 driver, but two out in public, but I also know that it’s more than that. Ever since that video of me, the girls, Charles, and all of the other drivers went viral a couple of months ago people have been trying to figure out what the situation is.

They obviously recognize me as Lando’s sister, but they’re really curious to know what my relation to Charles is. And if it was just that, I wouldn’t care that much. I wouldn’t make my Instagram public, that’s for sure, but I also wouldn’t be so anxious every time I left the house. I care so much because of my babies. I don’t want their faces plastered all over the Internet, people judging them or doing even worse just because of who their dad is. If my girls want to be on the Internet, I want them to make that decision when they’re older. Not because some teenage girl took a photo of them while they’re trying to eat lunch.

I zone back in, realizing that we’ve been in an awkward silence for the last couple of minutes while I was focusing on my worries. I know I should say something to start a conversation, but I’m distracted by everything going on in my head and nervously eyeing those around us. The waiter arrives, dropping off our meals.

“How are things going with that girl?” Charles inquires, stabbing into his salad.

My head snaps up to look between the two. Lando keeps his eyes on his grilled chicken in front of him and Charles is looking at him, eyes yearning for Lando to make eye contact with him and begin the fun banter that they used to have.

This girl is obviously something that Lando told Charles about when they had a good relationship, and Charles is reminding him of the girl to remind him of their once good relationship.

“Why? Do you want to stick your dick in her, too?”

My jaw clenches at his words and Charles can’t hide his eye roll, returning to his salad. Lando looks up and between the two of us, seeing that his joke obviously didn’t land.

“What? It was a joke,” he defends.

“Well it wasn’t funny,” I hiss, looking back over Charles’ shoulder to see if the teenage girl heard what he said.

“Are you okay? You haven’t touched your pasta, yet,” Charles questions me.

My eyes move back to him and I give him a small smile and a short nod. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

When I reach over to fix Ada’s bib, a movement catches my eye and makes my stomach turn. A man a couple of tables away from us is clearly holding up his phone in our direction, his finger pressing on the middle of the screen. He has no shame, blatantly taking a picture of our table.

Somehow, Lando and Charles don’t notice, or at least don’t comment on it, and I take a deep breath, swallowing the lump in my throat. I clench onto my thigh under the table with one shaking hand, trying to quell the anxiety that’s starting to fill my body.

I hate this.

I hate being in the spotlight- I always have, that’s why I was Lando’s behind-the-scenes assistant- and now I’m being forced back into it, and even worse, my daughters are being forced into it.

I feel like screaming, crying, throwing up, hell, throwing this bowl of pasta at that guy for his rudeness. But I know that’ll only draw more attention to me and that’s the last thing that I want.

So I reach out to brush down Lucy’s hair with my palm, calming my nerves.

~

The next two weeks go by smoother than I thought they would. The first couple of days were a little rocky- both Lando and Charles would watch the girls while I was at school or work which would result in quite a few arguments.

Lando actually ended up leaving during the day for a couple of days, giving Charles time to reflect on how to repair his relationship with Lando, and to realize how hard it is to be a single parent to two toddler girls.

They then got into a little routine where they would switch off every other day, one of them watching the girls one day and the other watching the girls the next. It gave them enough time to relax and not be overwhelmed, yet also allowed them to spend individual time with Lucy and Ada.

Their commitment and dedication to watch the girls allowed me to relax as well. I was able to work my full shifts without worrying about getting home in time for bedtime. I was also able to get ahead on homework, which has never happened before. Usually I’m doing it hours before it’s due.

It’s the last night before both Charles and Lando have to go. Lando’s heading over to Woking to visit McClaren’s factory and Charles is going straight to Belgium to prepare for the next race.

User1: Charles and Lando spotted in London the other day with Lando’s sister and two toddler girls. It was speculated based on a video posted a few months ago that the toddlers are Charles’ babies [image attached]

User2: yikes, that’s Lando’s sister????? Looks like she’s gained weight

User3: and arrogance and stupidity, if the rumors about her keeping charles from his daughters are true

User4: i never understood what he saw in her. Those poor girls look exactly like her :(

User5: they deserve a better mother than her

Tears begin to fill my eyes as I read more and more comments, stabs attacking my heart as I read the mean ones about my girls. I may have messed up by not telling Charles about my pregnancy, but Ada and Lucy don’t deserve to be treated as poorly as they are right now.

And honestly, neither do I.

None of these people know the whole story, how can they say such awful things about me without even knowing me?

I wipe the tears building in my eyes, exiting my bedroom and heading towards the living room. I’m shocked to find Lando and Charles sitting on the couch, silently watching TV together.

“You both are here tonight?” I tease, taking a seat in between them. It’s not like they give me much option, they’re sitting on opposite ends of the couch.

“We figured we’d spend our last night here with you,” Charles responds, swinging his arm onto the back of the couch behind me.

Lando gives him a look but he doesn’t move it. We watch TV together quietly for a couple of minutes before Lando clears his throat.

“I was talking to mum the other night,” he starts.

I don’t respond.

He continues, “She said that she’d really like to see Ada and Lucy.”

“Funny how she tells you that and not me,” I retort, keeping my eyes forward. I can’t help the way my jaw clenches and eyebrows furrow in anger. The nerve of that woman.

“She was just worried about how you would react if she brought it up to you,” he tries to reason.

“Sounds familiar.”

I was so worried to tell my family that I was pregnant. It tore me up inside and I threw up on multiple occasions, partly because of anxiety and partly because of morning sickness, whenever I thought about doing it. When I finally did, well, we know how poor my relationship with my family is now.

My brother sighs, then takes a deep breath, obviously working up the courage to say something. I see Charles look between us out of the corner of my eye, worry clear on his face. He doesn’t know the full situation, but by the way Lando and I are speaking, it’s obvious that something happened related to my family and my pregnancy.

“I just think it wouldn’t hurt to take the girls home to see the family,” Lando suggests.

“Shut up, Lando.”

“Sometimes it’s better to be the one to make a bigger effort! I mean, look at me, I’m here-””And I didn’t ask you to be here,” I growl, standing up and whipping around to face him. “Sometimes, your dad avoids eye contact with you for months because you’re pregnant, sometimes, your mom accidentally texts you instead of your sister calling you a slut, sometimes, it’s not worth it just to be somewhere because you end up leaving family dinner, crying the whole way home because they judged you for your pregnancy the whole time. And sometimes Lando, just sometimes, I want someone else to make a bigger effort. I want someone to check on me, I want someone to hold me, I want someone to be okay with the fact that I had two babies with Charles fucking Leclerc without making any judgement. And I’m sure as hell not getting that at home.”

My feet are moving before I can even realize it, closing my bedroom door gently behind me so that I don’t wake up my sleeping daughters.

Look at that, I have more consideration for my daughters in a second than my mother has had for me in months.

I lean against the wall, huffing wildly to calm myself. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes but I push them down, not wanting to cry for the second time today. I especially don’t want to cry over people who don’t even care about me.

The bedroom door opens softly and the Monaco native steps inside, closing the door behind him. He swivels around to face me and opens his mouth, concern coating his eyes.

“I’m fine, Charles, don’t worry about me,” I wave him off.

He steps closer and I blink faster, willing the tears down.

“Seriously, I’ve been dealing with their bullshit for years, I have it under control.”

He takes another step forward, arms winding comfortingly around my waist.

“I have it under control,” I repeat through a sob, wanting deeply to believe those words.

He pulls me into his chest and my arms move around his torso, hugging him as close to me as possible. One of his hands reaches up, cradling the back of my head into his chest. He sways us back and forth comfortingly as I weep into his chest, all of the pain from my family escaping me.

And you know what?

It feels good to have a shoulder to cry on.

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Comfort Measures

2.2K words | Lando Norris/Max Verstappen/Charles Leclerc/Daniel Ricciardo | Part of the Quartet Verse

Lando wasn’t shocked to find Max waiting for him in his driver’s room when he returned from debrief. He’d long since stopped questioning how he somehow had access to the entire paddock, and in times like these, it served him well. He was really dreading making the walk all the way to Red Bull’s garage. His back hurt and breathing too deeply made his ribs ache. He really just wanted to lay down. 

Jon walked him back to his room, a supportive hand on his waist. His trainer had scarcely left his side since he’d stepped out of the medical car at the track’s medical center. Lando appreciated it, even though who he really wanted was Max or Daniel. Having Jon there was much better than being alone and in pain. He unlocked the door to his room and immediately spotted Max. The older man had changed out of his race suit and was wearing a pair of track pants and his Red Bull jacket, scrolling on his phone. As soon as the door opened and he spotted Lando standing there, he was on his feet. He didn’t say a word, just opened his arms and Lando fell into them, clutching the fabric of his jacket trying to keep him as close as he could get him. 

“It’s alright schatje,” Max soothed. “I've got you.”

Lando just pushed himself closer, burying his face in Max’s neck.

“What did they say at the hospital?” he asked, gently scratching at the messy curls at the back of Lando’s head.

“Bruised ribs and a strain in his shoulder,” Jon answered. “He’s good to drive next weekend but he’ll be sore for a few days. He’s got pain meds in his backpack. They said an epsom salt bath would help the pain and to alternate heat and ice.”

“We’ll take care of him,” Max assured. 

“I know you will. Lando, are you alright to go with Max buddy?”

“Yeah I’m good,” he finally pulled himself away from Max’s embrace and faced his trainer. “Thank you for staying with me.”

“Of course. Check in with me tomorrow, go back and get some sleep.”

“I will.”

When Jon left them, Max pulled Lando for another hug, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I’m really sore but nothing hurts too bad. Where’s Charles and Danny?”

“They’re both waiting for us in my driver’s room so we can go back to the hotel together. I wanted to come wait for you here so you didn’t have to walk alone.”

“I don’t want to ruin your celebrations. You and Charles did well, you shouldn’t have to take care of me.”

“Lando,” Max grabbed his chin, tilting his head up so that they were making eye contact. “There is nothing we would rather do than care for you schatje. We were all worried when we heard about your crash on the radio. We just want to make sure you’re alright. Will you let us do that?”

“Yeah.”

“Good boy,” Max praised. “Let’s go back to the hotel then. I’ll have someone pick up some epsom salt and we’ll get you in a bath. Do you want a smoothie? We can order one of those too.”

“A smoothie would be nice.”

Max smiled and kissed the top of his head, wrapping a steady arm around his shoulders, “I'll make it happen.”

Max paused for a moment then tugged lightly at the coat Lando was wearing, “This is a bit big for you isn’t it?”

He knew Lando liked his outwear to be slightly oversized, said it was more comfy that way, but that was excessive even for him. 

“Oh,” Lando looked down as if only just remembering what he had on. “Jon lent it to me. I was cold when they got me out of the car.”

“Here.” Max gently unzipped the jacket and helped him shrug it off before replacing it with his own. It was warm from his body heat and Lando snuggled into it, breathing in the scent of sweat and cologne stuck to the collar. “Much better,” Max said, kissing his forehead. 

“Thank you Max.”

“Of course schatje. Are you ready to go?”

Lando nodded and Max wrapped a gentle arm around his shoulders, tucking him into his side and away from the prying eyes of anyone still lurking around the paddock as they started their journey to Red Bull’s hospitality. 

Daniel and Charles fussed over him as soon as they laid their eyes on him.

“You scared us,” Daniel murmured into his head after he’d finished checking every bit of visible skin for bruises and marks.

“I’m sorry. I just lost control, there wasn’t anything I could do.”

“We know, baby. No one is upset, we were just worried.”

“Are you in pain mon amour?” Charles asked when it was his turn to inspect the youngest of them for injuries. 

“A little but not too bad.”

“Jon gave me his pain medication,” Max said, holding up Lando’s backpack that he’d insisted on carrying. “You should be due for another dose then. I also had someone deliver some epsom salts to the room so he can take a bath and relax.”

“Look at you taking care of our boy. You’re so good Max,” Daniel said, rewarding him with a soft kiss.

Lando tucked himself into Charles’s side as they looked on. Sometimes it was easy to forget that this whole thing had started with just Max and Daniel, and that Max had at one time been submissive to Daniel. He still was, but with the way he took such good care of Lando and Charles, it was easy to forget that he hadn’t always been the one in charge. But it was nice to watch Max be soft occasionally, to fall back into the submissive role he loved with Daniel. He reveled in the praise for a minute, letting Daniel love on him as Charles kept Lando safe for a few moments. He left Daniel with another kiss as his phone chimed with a notification and he pulled it from his back pocket to check it. 

“The car is here. Ready to go?”

The other three nodded their agreement and followed Max to where the sleek, black SUV was waiting for them. Daniel and Charles sat in the back with Lando tucked in the middle of them while Max occupied the passenger seat, chatting lightly to the driver as they navigated the busy streets of Las Vegas. 

Lando scrolled on his phone for a bit, checking his instagram notifications and missed Whatsapp messages. The majority of his instagram was overwhelmingly positive, with well wishes and get well soon messages from fans on Mclaren’s accounts. He knew he’d have to send his social media managers a press statement eventually, but he didn’t have the brain power to come up with something heartfelt or clever yet. He navigated back to Whatsapp and scrolled to his chat with Oscar.

OP81: glad to hear you’re okay mate! If you need anything let me know

OP81: also Logan says he’s glad you’re okay too

LN4: thanks Osc. tell Loges i said thanks too

OP81: of course. feeling okay?

LN4: a little sore and shaken up but nothing too serious. i’m okay to race next weekend, i just have to take it easy for a few days

OP81: good to hear. one last chance for our landoscar 1-2

LN4: don’t let your boyfriend hear you using our ship name. he might get jealous

OP81: considering he’s asleep and drooling on my leg right now, i’m not sure i should be worried

LN4: poor logie is sleepy

OP81: so am i. i’m gonna crash now but seriously, if you need anything let us know. see you in abu dhabi

LN4: i think max, charles, and danny have it covered but thanks mate. see you soon

Lando locked his phone and put it down in his lap, opting to rest his head on Charles’s shoulder.

“Everything alright baby?” he asked, bringing his hand up to stroke Lando’s cheek. Lando leaned into the touch, enjoying the contrast of the warmth of his palm and the cool metal of his rings.

“Yeah. Just Oscar and Logan checking up on me.”

“That’s nice of them. They’re good friends.”

“Yeah they are.” Lando turned his head, stifling a yawn into the fabric of the Ferrari hoodie Charles was wearing.

“Close your eyes for a bit mon amour. I’ll wake you when we make it to the hotel.”

Lando ended up getting in a twenty minute power-nap before Charles's gentle hands were shaking his shoulders and Daniel was leading him out of the car and into the elevator. The two kept him propped between them as Max unlocked the door to the hotel room and led him in, depositing his half-asleep frame on the bed.

Max sat next to him and ran gentle hands through his hair, “Do you feel up for a bath still? Or do you just want to sleep?”

“Will you stay with me so I don’t drown?”

Max chuckled, “Of course darling.”

Charles got the bath ready for them while Max got Lando undressed, checking him over for injuries. His collarbones were bruised from his seatbelt and he could see a particularly nasty one forming on his hip but he was otherwise mostly unscathed, a surprising feat considering the force of the crash. 

Lando sighed as he sunk into the steaming water, the tension releasing from his muscles.

“Does it feel good?”

“So good. Thank you Maxy.”

“Of course darling.”

Lando reached out and grabbed Max’s hand, pulling it to his chest.

“I mean it. Thank you for always taking such good care of me. I really appreciate it and I don’t know if I say it enough. I love you Max.”

Max gave him a soft smile, the one he reserved just for his boyfriends and tugged Lando’s hand back to kiss each one of his knuckles. 

“I love you too Lando. And you don’t have to say it darling, I know. And so does Daniel. We love caring for you and Charles. Forget the race wins and the records, the three of you are the best thing in my life.”

Lando didn’t even notice the tears slipping down his cheeks until Max gently wiped one away, “Why are you crying? Are you in pain?”

“No,” Lando whimpered, trying to wipe the tears away with wet hands and only succeeding to make more of a mess of his face. “I think the medicine is making me a bit emotional.”

“It’s alright darling. You can cry if you need to.”

Max let him cry it out in the bathtub, releasing the stress and tension of the day, just rubbing his back and talking quietly to him as he sobbed into his knees. When his cries slowed into soft whines and whimpers, Max helped him from the tub, wrapping him in a soft towel and sending him into the bedroom with Charles and Daniel while he cleaned up.

The other two spoke softly to him as they dressed him in his softest sweats and one of Daniel’s oversized hoodies. They tucked him into the bed, propping him up on the multitude of plush pillows and Daniel pushed a smoothie into his hands. 

“Strawberry, mango, and pineapple. Jon said it’s your favorite.”

“Thank you Danny.”

“Anything for you sweet boy.”

Daniel and Charles settled on either side of him as he sipped on his drink and Daniel propped his laptop on his knees so Lando could watch YouTube. Normally, they complained about Lando’s taste in random entertainment, but tonight they kept their comments to themselves as Lando watched his videos. 

Eventually, Max came out of the bathroom and joined them in the bed, curling around Charles and hooking his chin over his shoulder to get a view of the screen. He passed Daniel a comb and Lando’s curl cream and the older man gently brushed out his hair and worked in the product, taking care of his hair so he wouldn’t wake up with it in a state the next morning. 

Lando felt his heart swell with love and he pressed his cheek into Daniel’s chest, probably undoing all of the hard work he’d just done on his hair. 

“Thank you for taking care of me tonight.”

“Of course baby,” Daniel pressed a kiss to his hair. “That’s what we do, take care of each other.”

Lando nodded, but didn’t respond, feeling his eyelids grow heavy as he settled into Daniel’s warmth. Daniel gently removed the cup from his hands and placed the laptop on the bedside table. He carefully slid them down in the bed until his head was resting on the pillows and Lando’s head was settled onto his chest. 

Lando felt a solid warmth behind him, and Charles’s delicate hand slid under his hoodie to rub gentle, comforting circles on his belly. Max’s arm reached around them both to settle on Lando’s hip. 

“We’re all here schatje. Get some sleep.”

“I love you. All three of you,” he whispered.

“We love you more notre bebe.”

“So much,” Daniel agreed, pressing gentle kisses on his forehead. 

Lando settled into the warmth around him, thankful for the three men sharing his bed. He’d never felt more loved and cared for in his life, and he never wanted anything else.

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actually crying at the little sainz angst

carlos only hearing him out because he sees that oscar looks like shit is such a carlos thing to do. like… you can’t tell me the men on the f1 grid aren’t all part of the sassy man apocalypse. (i fully believe being sassy is a job requirement to be a formula 1 driver😊)

since oscar is basically the first guy she’s ever been with and sees that way.. i feel like it definitely takes time for her to fully trust him again. but oscar in any universe is nothing but attentive to his girl and does everything in his power to get her trust and let him love her again.

i think it’d be funny to see carlos going off on lando and charles for i guess encouraging or whatever it is that they did.

-🌷

i love this sm i tried answering it 3 times yesterday and the app crashed each time so lets try this again.

carlos intended on hearing him out then turning him away, laughing at him and calling him the worlds biggest asshole. but then he realizes he’s just the same as carlos was a few years ago when he started out. the only thing he cared about were his sister and family, carlos thinks oscar has the same problem except now little sainz is included in that. oscar mentions that lando and charles had both caught him with her and tried to warn him against it but he didn’t listen, and then when they realized he wasn’t going to stop, they were helping them hide it from carlos.

carlos is kind of angry that his friend and teammate were doing such a thing, then he thinks of how his little sister probably convinced them and saves it for another time. he lets him in and walks him to little sainz room, and watches as she immediately opens her arms for a hug when she sees him. oscar rushing into her arms and apologizes for hurting her over and over. she gives carlos a nod and he doesn’t want to leave but she clearly wants privacy so he leaves and shuts her door.

i think oscar would tell her he loves her and beg her to let him explain and she asks if he means it, and he says yes, so she tells him she just wants to forget about it until she knows how she feels because she’s confused. he thinks that’ll be easy, but it’s hell. they immediately pass out and sleep better than they have in days, and he wakes up thinking things will go back to normal but he’s an idiot for thinking so. for like a month straight, he’s doing everything in his power to make it up to her. he’s not sure what he’s gotta do, but he just gives her time and tries to give her space. tries because he’s constantly asking if she wants to hang out in his hotel room and then if she’ll sleep over. he’ll occasionally apologize for being overbearing because he’s kind of terrified she’ll realize she can find someone better and leave him and he never wants to feel that way again. the admission of how he feels will bring her a sick sense of comfort, knowing he feels the same pit in his stomach when he thinks about not being together.

it takes a month for her to be ready to talk and as soon as she asks if they can, his hands are shaking and his throat feels tight. she asks him why he did it and the only reason he can come up with is that he wanted to piss carlos off, he knew she wasn’t allowed to date racers from lando, and thought it would be funny. he apologizes for being an idiot, an asshole, whatever she wants to call him, but he tells her he kept going with it because he fell for her. he started doing it because carlos was an asshole and she was his little sister, but he never lied about how he felt. she sees how anxious he is, can hear it in his voice and see it in his glossy eyes. she tells him she forgives him, but she still needs time before she can go back to before, she’s still hurt.

carlos would call charles and lando and to ask why they didn’t tell him as soon as they caught the couple and both of them are like, “have you met your sister? she begged us not to. you yourself told us to never tell her no.” and that’s not what he meant but not logic he can argue with, considering all the things he kept from their parents.