#kimi antonelli drabble

[multicohn]

summary: being an f1 driver and student really drives kimi insane. surely, his partner is willingly to do his homework for him... right?

warnings: cursing, short

pairing: gn! academically gifted! reader x kimi antonelli

genre: fluff

author note: i do admire kimi for still being in school. i would’ve quit

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y/n understood that kimi is busy and can’t really do his homework or study for exams during the race weekend. he has so much going on and y/n always did their best to help him, but being in a top team in the top category for his sport changed things.

kimi has more media to do, meetings that required his attendance, longer warmups, and so many other things slotted in between. he was even busy during the weeks that didn’t have a race scheduled.

so, he relied on y/n to help with his studies. his partner is academically talented and is always gifted top marks in every subject they take. kimi didn’t care that much, but he still wanted to pass.

he normally called them at night or on the way to wherever he was going for help. however, kimi is currently stuck in the middle of a triple header and had forgotten all about the stacked emails sent from his teachers about what needed to be done until y/n came to watch him and asked about it.

“what homework?”

“have you not checked your emails?”

• • •

“shit”

y/n watched as kimi internally freaked out. maybe they shouldn’t have brought it up, but in their defence — he’s always remembered ( and then complained about it ).

“babe” he gripped their shoulders with an intense look in his eyes

“you have to do my homework”

silence.

the couple just stared at each other. kimi’s eyes were full of determination while y/n’s were blank.

“you’re not serious” his grip tightened slightly, but it was barley noticeable

“dead serious” y/n scoffed

kimi has never once asked them to do his homework. yes, there have been times where y/n did his homework, but it was only a few questions so they didn’t mind.

but this?

“kimi, you know i can’t”

“please! no one will know! i swear!” he clasped his hands together and put on his best “sad puppy dog” look, but y/n didn’t buy it

“like how no one would ever know that you and ollie committed credit card fraud?”

“that was one time!” kimi knew he was screwed when they raised an eyebrow

he was thankful they were in his hotel room since y/n started listing all the things ( that she knew of ) he had promised to keep quiet about, but either told his friends or the entire internet.

“okay! okay! i know i suck at secrets, but please!”

“kimi —“

“please! i'm an f1 driver now! i don't have time like in f2 or f3!”

y/n sighed.

“please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please —“ they quickly interrupted him

“i'm not doing it —“

kimi physically deflated at this.

“but, i'll tell you what the answers are”

he perked up and instantly wrapped them in a tight hug

“thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you —“

“yeah, yeah, you're welcome”

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extra scene:

it was the tuesday after his trple header when kimi handed in all his work. the teaches praised him, despite the few wrongs answers ( “it'll be suspicious if you get them all right” y/n had said and he felt very offended by their words ).

“and they said i couldn't keep a secret” he scoffed internally while waiting for one of his teachers to finish marking his homework

“excellent work, kimi. glad you could keep up” he smiled and grabbed the sheets of paper

“thanks! y/n told me!”

• • •

“shit”

[itsnesss]

𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥, 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤

box: another because apparently they did like it 🤍

🖇️ more...

"Did you see that? He forgot to fasten his helmet properly again!" you said, watching the screen in the drivers' lounge.

Max, next to you, let out a resigned sigh as he leaned back.

"That kid is going to give me gray hair before I turn thirty."

"You're twenty-seven, Verstappen."

"Exactly."

Kimi Antonelli walked past you both at that moment, his Mercedes suit pristine and his face saying “I know what I’m doing,” even though he clearly didn’t.

"Kimi," you called sweetly, "the helmet, love. It’s not optional."

He rolled his eyes, like any good fictional teenager would, and mumbled something before obeying.

"He hates us," said Max, taking your hand.

"He loves us in secret. Like every teenage son."

"Do you think we should talk to Toto?" Max joked. "For shared custody."

"Only if we get the Mercedes paddock hospitality in Silverstone. It's the only one with decent cookies."

You both laughed, just as Kimi walked by again, this time with the helmet properly fastened. He paused for a second.

"Thanks," he mumbled quietly.

And you and Max watched him walk away, sharing a smile that said: yes, he’s definitely our kid.

[gr4cier4cie]

♡ pretty in pink (amore mio) ♡

or: kimi didn't think he'd be all for ballet dancing. turns out he is, especially when the dancer in question ends up being the love of his life. ballet dancer!reader x kimi antonelli

warnings: none just fluff hehe thank you SO much to @ferrarisstrategy for this ask omg this concept is the absolute cutest xoxo from gracie always!!

♡

if there was one thing kimi antonelli understood, it was a car. he understood the perfect balance of a racing line. he understood downforce (and lateral force, and longitudinal drag, and tyre rolling resistance, and tractive effort). he understood how to maneuver his car around angular corners sharper than the serrated edge of his mother's worn bread knife.

what he did not understand, however, was the systematic way you seemed to single-handedly destroy the poinsettia-pink satin pointe shoes he'd spent three hours browsing through the unwieldy world of google for (well, that, and two trips to the store along with a facetime call to his mother, in which the older woman clicked her tongue and berated him for being unaware of your shoe size. "eight, tesoro. she mentioned it at dinner last week.").

"they're beautiful," you gasp, fingers tracing the satin with reverence in your gaze. "are these freed classics? oh, kimi, they're my favorite, how did you know?" you crook a brow. "your mom helped you pick them, didn't she? i-"

"amore mio," he interrupts, distress written in the furrow of his chin. "what are... what are you doing to them?" your heel twists the box of the right then the left shoe as you laugh, the sound echoing through your apartment like music. (his heartbeat mirrors the orchestral thrum, akin to a first-chair violinist professing his love for a ballerina on the grand stage above him.)

"i'm breaking them in," you respond with mirth dancing in your irises, leaning forward to drop your heels flat onto the floor. you repeat the motion once, then twice, and kimi watches the defined muscles of your calves flex and relax methodically.

"breaking..." he trails off, genuine horror etched across his features. his gift couldn't be just any pair of pointe shoes - no, you deserved better than that. these were freed classics, the ones his mother had insisted were your favorite, the ones that cost nearly half his paycheck. (well, not really.) "but why, amour?"

"come here," you beckon, patting the hardwood beside you. "let me show you." and kimi - who can calculate the physics of brake force in seconds but is completely and utterly undone by the timely force of your smile - finds himself hesitantly lowering to sit cross-legged with his thigh molded to yours, watching as your hands work the shoes with practiced precision. you bend the shank (which has nothing to do with cooking, he learns), score the soles (which feels lightly criminal), and bang both shoes against the door-frame for what you call "good luck" (but makes him wince).

"it's engineering," he breathes in wonder. you dance with the same fidelity he exercises on the steering wheel, breathe the air of your passion the same way gasoline seems to run in his veins. two sides of the same coin. "like in the car."

you beam at him, and kimi swears he can feel his chest caving in. "exactly. though i don't think toto would appreciate the idea of me banging your car against the garage door for luck, y'know."

"please never say that where he can hear you. he'd probably cry."

your laugh is gentler this time, barely a whisper. the other shoe dangles from your fingertips like an offering as you press it into his palms. "help me?"

his eyes go wide, hands hovering uncertainly over the pristine satin. "i'll ruin it, amour."

"impossible," you whisper, shuffling closer. "i'll teach you." (it is at that exact moment that kimi antonelli realizes he is hopelessly in love with you. he wants to buy you flowers for every performance for the rest of your life, wants to hold your hand on a barre bar or under the table at the fia gala. he even wants to learn the ancient art of breaking in pointe shoes.)

♡

note: this was sooooo cute thank you again to @ferrarisstrategy for this ask i LOVED writing it!! let me know if there's anything else you want to see!!! xoxo always from gracie!!!

[piastappies]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 BEFORE US! ᡣ𐭩ᯓ

pairing. ollie bearman x webber!reader.

summary. a drunken encounter leads to a history straight out of rom–com, turning the world of a formula 2 driver upside down.

notes. reader tells ollie the plot of before sunrise. also, reader is said to be ollie’s age (kinda self-indulgent LOL) maybe part 2 of them meeting in spa? 😁

it was eleven in the evening, while you were having a good time on the streets of hungarian capital city. your actions were not exactly responsible as you were there with a friend of yours that you met online a few months ago. also, you weren’t exactly sure how you managed to strain away from your father and oscar. well, alright — there was a possibility that a train, a sweet smile and a promise to be safe were involved.

honestly, you don’t even know how you ended up in that small bar, but in the larger point of view, you were happy that you let lara drag you there. you already had a few drinks in, you were going back to your booth, when you accidentally bumped into a muscular, tall guy, spilling the drink on your white dress.

“shit, i am so, so sorry.” the boy — because you could easily notice that he must’ve been similar to you in age — spoke relatively slowly, probably out of kindness as he couldn’t tell if you were fluent in english or not. some would call it offensive, but you considered it slightly endearing that the boy tried to be as considerate as possible, knowing that not everyone in the world speaks english.

his face fell to your chest for a tenth of a second, a small cough escaping his lips, before his cheeks tinted pinkish from embarrassment that he even let himself be so blatantly disrespectful towards you. what made it even worse was that the once white dress became see-through.

“shit, shit, your dress. i– here, take this.” he stuttered, swiftly taking off his grey hoodie, letting you take a glimpse of his toned stomach for half a second as his shirt rolled up.

people around you two, suddenly stopped existing and maybe the alcohol you’ve consumed that night was at fault — or maybe it was the charming aura around him, but you honestly couldn’t care less. he was the only guy that wasn’t trying to harass you or make your night less fun and definitely more stressful.

“you shouldn’t apologise, it’s all my fault. i wasn’t paying enough attention.” your voice was loud, but yet still soft enough, so only the boy you bumped into could hear you. “i’m yn, my friend lara is there in the corner booth, do you… um, maybe wanna join us? so i can get you a drink for bumping into you?”

it might’ve been a risky move — he could always say no, laugh at you and go away, thinking you were the most embarrassing person in the entire bar. or he could think that you were a pretty cute, interesting girl that he’d like to spend a july evening with. and, fortunately for you, ollie introduced himself with a quick breath of relief (that he didn’t know he was holding), said that he’d love to join you and buy you a drink, but he was there with two other guys and one of the friends’ girlfriend.

so, upon hearing that, as a responsible human being, you… suggested that they should join you as well, because you really felt like getting to know ollie a tad better. upon hearing that he wasn’t there alone, you nodded with a small smile, before suggesting that it’s not really a big deal and that maybe the four of them would like to join you and lara, who wouldn’t have anything against it since she was a social butterfly, loving bigger crowds.

two and a half hour later, you ended up walking down the cobblestone pathway, while your newfound group of friends was a few steps ahead. lara quickly got along with kimi, eliska and gabriele, so you felt less guilty that you got so occupied in the endless conversation with ollie, slowly trailing behind the group. a month or two later, you were told by eliska that she saw the way you and ollie click and made sure you could get along.

you weren’t sure where the six of you were going, budapest was a gorgeous city, but keeping your eyes on bearman was pretty much enough. he had your arm hooked around his as you slightly started to stumble from the tiny gaps in the path. a giggle escaped your mouth as he whispered a really cheesy joke, his lips inches away from your ear. then, your drunken mind thought that you should come clean with the cute boy about why you’re actually in budapest.

“i have a confession.” you started quietly, your words barely above a whisper. ollie let you continue as he simply nodded. if you weren’t tipsy from all the strawberry daiquiris you had at the bar earlier, you would notice how his body tensed slightly, almost as if he was afraid of what you were about to say.

the first thing that came to his mind was that you had a boyfriend somewhere in monaco, while he was really getting a vibe from you that maybe you were interested in getting to know him as much as he wanted to get to know you. just half a second later came the thought that you knew who he was and it was just as awful. he hasn’t been in the spotlight of motorsport for a long time yet, but he was aware of how people’s perception on things change once they realise what he does, and he really, really didn’t want it to be the case with you.

“this is not something i usually tell people on the day i meet them, but you’re so genuine and so, so nice to me.” your words were coming off as rambling, though despite the lump in his throat, the prema driver couldn’t help but think that maybe he could live with the thought of you bumping into him on purpose if he could listen to your cute rambling for a few more minutes. “and i’m really enjoying spending time with you right now, and-and i don’t want you to think that i’m like a liar or something, because i really am not.”

“hey, breathe. whatever it is, i don’t think i’m gonna perceive you as a liar.” his quiet chuckle with a nervous undertone was enough for you to calm down a bit. his hand dropped to yours, squeezing it for a little more reassurance.

“that’s what i’m really hoping for.” you whispered, looking down at your jointed hands, a ghost of smile lingering on your face. “so, there’s this sport you might’ve heard of — or not, honestly if it wasn’t for my dad, i don’t know if i would, but — gosh, i’m sorry i’m rambling again. alright… there’s, um, formula one, right? i guess you know, because it is a big thing in england, i suppose.” oliver nodded once again, a pit in his stomach growing.

“the thing is… i’m in hungary for that exact reason. there was the grand prix this weekend and i came here with my dad, because, um… he’s a manager of, um, one of the drivers. oscar? he won today, yesterday, technically.”

ollie couldn’t believe what he just heard. he was so scared that you were pretending just to boast about hanging out with formula 2 and formula 3 drivers, while you were having an inner turmoil of your own, weighing pros and cons of telling him that you were the daughter of the mark webber. he could see the nervous expression on your pretty face and his heart swelled, knowing that in those two and a half hours of constant chatter he gained so much of your trust to be told that.

for other people it might seem like it was nothing, nevertheless ollie knew how much fake people you must’ve met in your life, who liked you for your father’s achievements and not you. god, for a moment he felt like crying.

“i was there too.” he gave you a shy smile. before you were able to overthink every possible scenario with the worst possible outcome, his smile widened, his hip gently nudging yours. “i’m racing for prema in f2.” he chuckled at your surprised expression.

bearman, as he was a tad more sober than you, could easily notice the weight falling off your shoulders, once you recognised him, quickly replaced by a blush of embarrassment that flooded your cheeks.

“that’s why i thought i’ve seen you somewhere.” you muttered, scrunching your nose, gears in your brain working overtime. “i’m sorry, it’s— i haven’t really been up to date with formula 2. but i remember you from saudi, i wasn’t there, but my dad was really impressed. everything makes sense now, though.”

“no need to be embarrassed or anything, i’m glad neither of us recognized each other. you made me feel like a normal teenager for once.” he grinned down at you, your face matching his as he let go of your hand, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer, but you couldn’t really complain.

you didn’t remember the moment, when your night turned into a reenactment of one of your favorite rom-coms — before sunrise. gabriele, kimi and eliska had to go back to their hotels, suspiciously at the same time, when lara’s curfew was coming. it was truly reckless for you to stay out with ollie till your train back to the place your father had rented for the four days stay in hungary. once you were alone, he made sure to keep you close to him at all times, so if an emergency occured, he’d be able to protect you.

“i feel like i’m in a movie.” your admission was soft as you slowly sat down on the grass in the park, the state of your white dress long forgotten as it’d be green once the sun was up.

“a movie you like?”

“my favorite one.” ollie smiled.

“tell me about it.” he suggested, plopping down next to you, uncorking the wine you two bought earlier in one of those 24/7 shops.

“it’s about two people that met on a train going across the europe.” you started explaining, ollie’s free arm slung across your shoulders once again, making you realize what his love language must be. “he’s american and she’s french, once they stop in vienna, he asks her to get off the train with him and walk around the town with him till he has to go to the airport, because it’s his last day in europe. she thinks it’s crazy, but she agrees and they spend the entire night together. nothing kubrick-esque happens there, all of the action happens during their dialogues. they share opinions and stuff. it’s kind of silly, but they end up in a park, too, with wine and stuff.”

“like us.” he commented, his eyes still lingering on your face as they were, while you were skimming over the plot of the movie.

“like us.” you repeated softly.

“so, what do they do in the park?” ollie asked another question, earning himself a small hum from you as you shifted closer, his thumb absentmindedly drawing shapes on your shoulder. your stomach was filled to the brim with butterflies as he asked all the right questions, made all the right moves, giving you all the right smiles.

“they kiss.” a whisper left your lips, tilting your head to get a better view of his face.

“they kiss.” it was the prema’s driver’s time to repeat the short sentence as you just nodded, noticing the way his eyes flickered to your mouth.

sweet silence embraced the two of you as bearman took his chance and leaned forward an inch or two, cautiously testing the waters. when you didn’t pull back, a smile tugged onto his face, before cupping your cheek with his free hand.

however, ollie didn’t kiss you for a moment that felt like eternity. his mouth just hoovered over yours, giving you a chance to back up, to show him that he read the signs wrong, but you didn’t. your eyes locked with his, before his lips were moving against yours in a sweet, gentle and almost tantalising manner. you couldn’t tell how long were you kissing for, but when the two of you finally pulled away, his mouth was tinted with the red shade of your lipstick, both with messed up hair and slightly swollen lips.

it was almost seven in the morning, while you were sitting at the train station with your hand clasped in ollie’s. the silence between you was truly the most comfortable thing in the world at the moment. budapest was slowly waking up in the background as you enjoyed his presence beside you.

“what do they do in the movie before they part ways?” he interrupted the silence.

“they promise to see each other in a six months time in the same place. they don’t exchange numbers or anything, though.” you recalled, wondering where was he going with this.

“and do they? meet, i mean.” he asked, already expecting the answer as you’d told him it was a trilogy.

“not in the set time. she can’t make it to vienna again, because her grandmother dies, but he does.” you nodded. “but they do meet each other again, eight years later, this time in paris.”

“good thing we’re not jesse and celine.” ollie joked, a grin tugging on your lips as you nod in agreement. “i do have your number, and we can see each other in spa on thursday, if you want to.”

“i do.” this time, you were the one to press a gentle kiss on his lips for a brief second as your train arrived. bearman just grinned back at you, leaving a kiss on your forehead. “i’ll see you on facetime then, and in belgium.”

ollie stayed for another five minutes after your train departed. his gaze dropping to the phone in his hand before he quickly sent you a message.

ollie: thank you for making this night amazing for me x

[chilling-seavey]

Dreams of Long Ago (ka12)

↳ Timeless: F1 Grid Masterlist

↳ Summary: Leaving Italy behind with nothing in his pockets but 5-pence and a steamship ticket, Kimi has his sights set on a new life in America.

↳ Title Song: Dreams of Long Ago by Enrico Caruso (1912)

↳ Word Count: 1.9k

↳ A/N: Maybe it's the Titanic nerd in me but I loved writing this one and got a little carried away. Never thought I'd write something for Kimi but now that I have, I feel like I have a whole new outlook on him LOL

↳ Warnings: Descriptions of a sinking ship, brief descriptions and implications of human suffering, historically accurate classism, historically accurate illiteracy, implied character death.

April 1912

Standing on the stern deck of the steamship, Kimi and his two cabin mates stared up at the looming iceberg as it floated by, strong and solid against the inky black sky. As it passed, a few chunks of ice fell onto the wood deck at their feet, crashing and splintering over. Kimi took an instinctive step back, brown eyes wide as he stared up at the force of stagnant nature that held the power over them.

“That was blasted close,” one of his friends declared, words thick in his Irish accent that was tainted with the edge of his uneducated upbringing.

“I’ve never seen a berg that big,” the other friend added, in a rolling Spanish accent, leaning over the railing to watch as the iceberg disappeared into the night in the wake of the steamship.

“Think it hit?” Kimi asked, joining him at the railing.

“No matter,” his Irish friend assured them and he kicked one of the chunks of ice towards them, “this ship’s unsinkable anyway.”

Kimi glanced down at the chunk of ice now resting beside his feet. He tossed a smile over his shoulder to the smiling face of his friend and, in a quick movement, spun around and gave it a sharp kick back. The ice went skidding over the wood and hit one of the metal railings, echoing a satisfying ‘clunk’ across the deck.

“Goal!” Kimi threw his hands up in mock celebration.

“Oi! We hadn’t started!” the Irishman protested and went running after the ice to retrieve it. 

Unperturbed by the impressively sized iceberg that had floated by, the young men drifted away from the railing to begin a proper game of football with the chunk of ice.

For the prior four days since setting sail from Southampton, Kimi had grown quite close with his cabin mates. The Spaniard had boarded in England as well but the Irishman boarded in Queenstown a day later; all about the same age and with the same goal of starting a new life in America where life seemed to be far more prosperous than in Europe. Together, the three new friends prepared for their transatlantic journey on the Ship of Dreams: Titanic. 

After a proper kick-about with the ice block on the deck, sharing a few smokes and plenty of laughs, it was approaching midnight and the young men headed back inside to start to get ready for bed. They spoke boisterous amongst themselves as they made their way through the white walled hallways and stairwells down to the bowels of the ship and made the lengthy trek towards the bow where their cabin was located. 

The three shared a cramped third-class cabin with wood trimmed bunk beds and a private basin. The accommodations were the nicest on any ship to date and Kimi felt like royalty. It was certainly nicer than the run-down farmhouse he was raised in back in Italy, working his hands to the bone on farm labour day in and day out. On Titanic, he even had full meals served to him at proper dining tables, not to mention running water. It felt like a luxury and a blessing to have saved enough for this one-way ticket. The opportunity of a lifetime. 

As they turned down their hallway, Kimi’s attention was drawn from their lively conversation to the sudden wet slap of his shoes on the floor. He paused and glanced down, letting his friends wander onwards, unknowing. The hallway floor was coated with a thin blanket of water. Only about a millimetre deep, it was still an odd thing to see.

“Oi!” the Irishman shouted when he, too, noticed the water, pitching out a joking, “Who flooded the baths?”

The Spaniard stamped his feet in the water and watched it splash up around the soles of his worn leather boots, laughing like a little kid. 

Something in Kimi’s stomach churned. This wasn’t right. 

They continued down to their cabin and stepped inside, the water also invading that space and staining any of their belongings that were resting on the floor. Kimi picked up his small trunk from the floor with a scrunch of his nose and tossed it up onto his top bunk to get it out of the water. 

“I thought this vessel was supposed to be top of the line,” the Spaniard chastised as he flopped down onto his bunk, “And now the plumbing is flooded?”

The Irishman was staring at Kimi and he reached out to swat his arm, “What’s with the face, mate? Look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Kimi glanced at his two friends and shook his head faintly, “This water…doesn’t feel right.”

“Well, no shiet,” the Irishman laughed, looking to their Spanish friend to have a banter buddy, “Feels like we’re swimming to America now, eh?”

Kimi looked back down at the floor of their cabin. The water was now at the tops of his boots. 

He squeezed past his friends in the narrow confines of their cabin and opened the door again to look out into the hallway. A few other passengers were doing the same, everyone with confessed expressions. Somewhere down the hall, he could hear a baby crying. 

Kimi stepped back inside and put a foot up on the bottom bunk to reach his top one, ignoring the playful chastising from his Spanish friend about getting his bed wet with the water on his boots. He opened his trunk and rifled through his limited belongings to find his leather bound journal that was bulging with family photographs stuffed between the pages and a few of his Nonna’s secret recipes. He tucked the book in the inside pocket of his tweed jacket and hopped back onto the floor with a splash.

“I am going to check where this water is coming from.” Kimi announced to his friends, not waiting for a reply before he was leaving their cabin and making his way down the hallway, the water sloshing around his ankles. 

A crew member was walking down the hallway, his voice echoing off the walls as he called out, “Please put on your lifebelts and return to your cabins!”

“Sir—” Kimi approached him.

Before he could ask anything, the man was cutting him off with a firm, “Please put on your lifebelt and return to your cabin.”

“The water—”

“Lifebelts. Cabin.” the man reiterated in a slower, more enunciated manner as if Kimi’s strong Italian accent meant he couldn’t speak English. 

Kimi watched him hurry past, leaving him there in ankle deep water, mouth slightly agape. 

He returned to his cabin to pass on the information to his friends. The three of them put on their lifebelts and secured them in place and by then, the water was up to their shins. Noise from the hallway was growing. It seemed his friends were starting to understand the severity of the situation. 

They emerged back out into the hallway where a crowd of other third-class passengers were filling the space; some held bags in their hands or carried crying children on their hips. Dozens of languages overlapped each other, filling the echoing hallway with unintelligible noise and chaos that held an undercurrent of panic. 

“Is the bloody ship sinking?” the Irishman gaped in disbelief, “I thought she was unsinkable!”

“Obviously no ship is unsinkable.” Kimi retorted flatly, looking left and right down the unmarked hallway.

“Oh, mercy,” their Spanish friend whined, clinging onto the doorframe, “this is God’s redemption to us all saying He, Himself, couldn’t sink this ship. He’s showing His power.”

The third-class corridors in the boughs of the ship were like a maze. White paneled walls kinked and turned and stretched for ages, every corner looking the same, every door leading in circles. As Kimi led his friends through the crowded hallways, pushing and squeezing past frazzled passengers, he could only hope he knew where he was going. He knew they had to make it to the boat deck but that was first class territory and he had never been up there before. 

At an intersection of hallways, he came across a sign with arrows. He blinked at it and then squinted at it, trying to make out the English words. Growing up in poverty in rural Italy, he was lucky to have been able to learn how to speak English. Reading was a whole other situation. He could barely even read Italian, dammit. 

He turned to his friends and gestured to the sign, “Can anyone read this?”

The clueless Spaniard, in the same boat as Kimi, turned to the Irishman, whose first language was English. 

He frowned at them, “I can’t read for shiet.”

Kimi huffed and looked left and right down the noisy hallway. Somewhere deep in the ship, a loud groaning echoed. Kimi made a decision and turned left.

The water was up to their thighs; icy cold and causing each step to feel heavy. Kimi kept a hand on the wall to steady himself as they trekked through the freezing ocean water, past panicked passengers. They were all in the same situation; struggling to find their way out of a maze of hallways and doors without the ability to read where they were going. There wasn’t a crew member in sight. 

Walking grew harder as the ship tilted towards the bow. It helped them figure out what direction they were going in, pushing back against the steep inclines with every step, pulling themselves up staircases in a frantic mess. Echos of peoples’ panicked shouts and cries filled every corridor and rattled in Kimi’s head. He swore he could hear his heartbeat in his ears. Was this fighting for his life?

When the trio reached the top of one of the staircases leading out to the first floor areas, Kimi, who was leading, found the barrier locked. He rammed his shoulder against the door to try and open it. It didn’t budge. He swore under his breath and tried again and his friends helped to push their weight against it, shouting and calling out as they hoped someone on the other side would let them out. 

They were met with no response. 

The water rose higher.

Kimi turned to face the water that crawled its way up the staircase after them, licking at their boots and grabbing their ankles. He pressed his back up against the door and one arm crossed instinctively over his body as if protecting the journal still hidden away in his jacket pocket. 

His friends spoke over each other in a panic, clawing and pounding at the door as the water rose higher. Kimi was frozen in place, plastered against the wall at the top of the stairs, watching how sparks of electricity sizzled as the water danced with the wiring along the ceiling of the stairwell. The iciness of the ocean water felt heavy against his chest as if it were suffocating him and stabbing him all over. He was merciless to the power of the Atlantic and of God. 

Kimi never considered himself to be religious, always acting against his Nonna’s firm Catholic teachings since he was a little boy. But, in that moment, as the ice cold water caressed his face with the hand of death, he screwed his eyes shut and muttered a prayer in his dear native Italian.

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[albonious]

i got the feeling of you kissing me stuck in my head

kimi antonelli/ollie bearman

restaurant au, one-shot. sequel to we will never go out of fashion

Making out with Kimi without anyone noticing is a lot harder when they’re not the only two working the front, Ollie realises about two hours into his shift with Kimi and Victor. Another two hours later, he’s thought about at least ten ways to get Kimi alone, away from Victor’s prying eyes, each one less likely to work than the other one.

Ollie is still not sure what is going on between him and Kimi, but as long as they keep kissing, he doesn’t care. It’s just too bad someone catches them.

[jo-com]

. ݁₊ ⊹ 🥐. ݁˖ ➛ Five More Minutes

Kimi Antonelli x Fem!Reader

୨ৎ Summary: A pre-race makeout to set the pace.

୨ৎ Genre: Short drabble/oneshot slightly suggestive, Heavy making out, MDNI!

୨ৎ Note: First time writing stuffs like this again, kinda nervous but hope you still liked it! Also if you guys are uncomfortable please don’t read this

ARCHIVES ⭑.ᐟ

Your breathing hitched with every teasing brush of his lips, each ghosting touch sending shivers down your spine. A soft, needy whine slipped past your lips before you could stop it. Kimi gazed at you, eyes dark and glittering with affection, his lips kiss-swollen and curved in that smug little smirk he wore so well—like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

"You look so pretty like this amore" he whispered to your ears, his breath hot and heavy.

You breathlessly chuckled—caressing his side and snaking your arms around his neck. "You made me like this."

His head dipped low to your shoulder, lips parting as he resumed trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses along your skin. Each one lingered, warm and wanting, like he was trying to memorize the taste of you.

A low whine rolled of your mouth so naturally as if you guys were starved with one another.

You seized both sides of his face, dragging him closer until your lips crashed into his—rough, hungry, and full of fire. The kiss was all passion and no patience, a desperate tangle of breath and want that left you both reeling.

He kissed back as eager. His hand grips your waist; pulling you in closer to feel him. All of him.

The kiss left you both breathless, your chest heaving up and down. You looked at him, but he was already staring back down at you— a smile on his face and a swollen lips.

Before you could comment on his state, one of the staffs knocked. "The race is starting at 15."

Kimi groaned, his head lowered while he brush his upper head, "Yeah, five more minutes."

The staff quickly answered with a small response. Kimi then stared back at you— you were already smiling, a slight pout formed.

"One more quick, kiss before I go?"

You playfully rolled your eyes, but didn’t waste a second—grabbing him and pulling him in until your lips crashed into his. The kiss was sudden and electric, all heat and impulse. You could feel his breath hitch, his body pressing closer like he couldn’t get enough.

Kimi pulled away, the smile on his face never leaving. "God you drive me crazy."

You smirked, eyes flicking downward. “Hmm, do I? Because it looks like someone’s having a little... situation.” A mischievous giggle slipped out as your gaze lingered on his obvious arousal.

He let out a low, frustrated groan. “This is entirely your fault, you know that, right?”

Leaning in, you pressed a teasing kiss to his cheek and turned to leave. “Good luck, my love,” you purred, tossing him one last flirty wink over your shoulder.

Kimi sighed happily— smiling to himself as he saw you leave. Leaving him questioning himself on what he'll do with his hard on.

[lvrclerc]

𝒮VY'S POETRY DEPARTMENT! ✷ a 500 & 1K followers celebration

thank you so much for the milestone! i'm so happy that you all like my writing enough to stick around.

✉ here are some prompts taken from different poems/books/song lyrics/etc: just send a number + a driver + other specifics if you feel like it, and i'll write a small drabble/fic inspired by it! careful because once the line has been requested, you can't request it a second time no matter the driver. i'll take requests from 27/04/25 to 11/05/25.

DRIVERS I WRITE FOR ... charles leclerc, max verstappen, lando norris, oscar piastri, kimi antonelli, oliver bearman, pierre gasly, alex albon, isack hadjar, carlos sainz.

1. « will you love me in december as you do in may? » - they might be giants ( OLIVER BEARMAN, FOR THE HOPE OF IT ALL )

2. « although i may not be yours, i could never be another's. » - mary shelley ( CARLOS SAINZ, EVERY SUMMER'S END - SOON )

3. « who wouldn't want you? whose most demonic apetite would you fail to satisfy? » - louise glück ( LANDO NORRIS, SOON )

4. « in a dream i don't tell anyone, you put your head on my lap. » - richard siken ( CHARLES LECLERC, SOON )

5. « i have built a you around me, or you have. i wonder what of me there is in you. » - amal el-mohtar ( ALEX ALBON, SOON )

6. « seventeen is an inconvenient time to be in love. » - gayle forman ( ISACK HADJAR, SOON )

7. « charm me. furiously. torment me. in detail. » - hermann hesse ( CARLOS SAINZ, SOON )

8. « angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, i turned away. » - scott f. fitzgerald ( LANDO NORRIS, SOON )

9. « a kiss can destroy a philosophy. » - anaïs nin

10. « i have not broken your heart─ you have broken it. and in breaking it, you have broken mine. » - emily brontë ( MAX VERSTAPPEN, SOON )

11. « i am too young and i've loved you too much. » - fyodor dostoyevsky ( ISACK HADJAR, THE DELICATE ART OF FITTING IN - SOON )

12. « in his arms, i slowly unfolded like a love note read in secrets. » - jill s. alexander ( MAX VERSTAPPEN, SOON )

13. « i have never loved before as i love you─ with tenderness, to the point of tears. » - vladimir nabokov ( OSCAR PIASTRI, MEANT TO BE YOURS )

14. « perhaps we may meet each other in a dream. » - marina tsvetaeva ( CHARLES LECLERC, DREAM SEQUENCE - SOON )

15. « you have no idea what a charming memory you are to me. » - friedrich nietzche

16. « there’s beggary in the love that can be reckoned. » - shakespeare

17. « if i loved you less, i might be able to talk about it more. but you know what i am. » - jane austen ( LANDO NORRIS, SOON )

18. « i find a parallel to us in every romance. » - agnes von kurowsky ( OSCAR PIASTRI, EVERY VERSION OF LOVE )

19. « come live with me and be my love. » - christopher marlowe

20. « battered and wrecked, i come to you first─ » - homer ( ALEX ALBON, SOON )

[httpsserene]

httpsserene’s table of contents | page one

key: fluff ♡ | angst ♢ | crack ♧ | smut ♤ | suggestive ✢ | male!reader ♔ | series ➜ | author's fave ✦ | driver lineup (who i write for) | REQUESTS CLOSED.

special editions

✦➜♤ f1 kinktober 2023 [oneshots] | httpsserene's first kinktober event (10 separate kinks with f1 drivers).

✦➜♤ 1k special — track limits [fanfic] | max and charles don’t mind receiving a five-second penalty for slipping past your boundaries. seeing a black and white flag doesn’t scare them in the slightest; not when you're performing so well under their guidance.

♤ 2k special — the daniel ricciardo edition [oneshots] | it's his one-man show. you ask for danny ric, and he will always over-deliver.

♡♤ 3k vday celebration — routine maintenance [mixed] | 3k followers prompt list & nsfw alphabet requests.

the driver line up A -> P

#23 ALBON, ALEX.

➜♡ seal you later [smau] | alex makes the worst first impression. you try to stay mad at him, no matter how badly he tries to make it up to you.

#14 ALONSO, FERNANDO.

♡ hobby hopper [smau] | nobody can keep up with your growing list of hobbies, except fernando.

#12 ANTONELLI, KIMI.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ·˚ these books are still being printed !

#38 BEARMAN, OLLIE.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ·˚ these books are still being printed !

#10 GASLY, PIERRE.

✦➜♤ f1 kinktober 2023 [oneshot] | witchcraft & aphrodisiac kink.

#44 HAMILTON, LEWIS.

➜♤ f1 kinktober 2023 [oneshot] | tender sex & cockwarming kink.

#16 LECLERC, CHARLES.

♤ you got me touching [oneshot] | there’s no reason for charles to be jealous of men who are stupid enough to think they have a chance with you.

♡ bed head [drabble] | your daughter is her father’s twin.

♡ cuddles [drabble] | morning cuddles (with #1 verstappen, max).

✦➜♤ f1 kinktober 2023 [oneshot] | corruption & orgasm denial kinks (with #1 verstappen, max).

✦➜♤ 1k special — track limits [fanfic] | max and charles don’t mind receiving a five-second penalty for slipping past your boundaries. seeing a black and white flag doesn’t scare them in the slightest; not when you're performing so well under their guidance (with #1 verstappen, max).

♡ 1-800-HELP-ME-PARK [smau] | fans notice that charles’ cars are suddenly being parked perfectly. come to find out, his (secret) girlfriend has been parking his ferrari like butter.

➜♡ (flower) arrangements [smau] | you are a florist in the heart of monaco, solely focused on operating your flower shop without any distractions. your friends are adamant about you needing a break to breathe air that isn’t floral scented. kika, in particular, thinks you need to add some spice to your life—you are unaware that "spice" is scuderia ferrari formula one driver, charles leclerc.

#4 NORRIS, LANDO.

♡ singing in the shower [oneshot] | lando’s usually well spent sunday off with his girlfriend is different this time around. you put off your everything shower and wash-day causing some edits to the usual routine. how the night ends, however, is 100% lando’s fault.

♔♢ emotional affair [oneshot] | lando has many regrets, the most painful one being the fact that he encouraged you to date oscar.

♡ snoring [drabble] | lando snores.

♡ groceries [drabble] | you know a thing or two about baking, because you’ve baked a thing or two (with #81 piastri, oscar).

♡ it's us against the world [drabble] | surviving a power outage with your boyfriends. (with #81 piastri, oscar).

✦➜♤ f1 kinktober 2023 [oneshot] | pu$$y worship kink.

➜♡♤ sip of sunshine [fanfic] | as a cart girl, you’ve never been intrigued by any of the men you serve on the green. by complete chance, you meet carlos and lando—they monopolize your summers for the unforeseeable future (with #55 sainz jr, carlos).

✦♧ let's go golfing [smau] | maybe you shouldn’t be late to any event you go to, or bare minimum don’t make any bets you know you’re not going to win. having no hand-eye coordination is not great when you’re being forced to play golf.

✦♡ posh spice [smau] | a few years ago, everybody was saying you were too pretty for lando, but now they’re drooling over him? you will not be letting this slide. 

✦♡♧ mama y papa [smau] | you and lando are blessed with a beautiful baby boy (with #81 piastri, oscar).

$81 PIASTRI, OSCAR.

♡♢ best i ever had [mixed media] | oscar really just wants to hear you laugh again.

♡ uptown [drabble] | part two of best i ever had.

♡ groceries [drabble] | you know a thing or two about baking, because you’ve baked a thing or two (with #4 norris, lando).

♡ it's us against the world [drabble] | the power goes out during your livestream (with #4 norris, lando).

✦➜♤ f1 kinktober 2023 [oneshot] | car sex & squirting kink.

✦♧ who told him to get jacked [smau] | oscar’s girlfriend is feral on main.

✦♧✢ hot and ready [smau] | you accidentally leak a private song you made as a birthday gift for your boyfriend.

next | 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 (𝐑 -> 𝐙)

© httpsserene - photos used from pinterest. do not reupload.

[maxivstappen]

౨ৎ MAXIVSTAPPEN’S 1K EVENT ౨ৎ

1K EVENT :: FICS ‧ ˚. requests closed ོ༘₊⁺☀︎₊⁺⋆.˚

-> [ angst / hurt & comfort / fluff / smut ]

🎧 — send me a song or certain lyrics of a song with a driver and i’ll write either a completely written fic, a smau or a drabble — or whatever you’d prefer — based on the music you requested. you can also request multiple songs or lyrics of different songs and i’ll combine them into one fic

💿 — send me a driver and a number. i’ll shuffle through my playlist until i’ve reached the number you sent — and then i’ll write a fics based on that song with your driver.

📷 — send me a picture of a driver and i’ll write a small blurb or drabble based on it

-> read below the cut to see who i write for

1K EVENT :: GET TO KNOW ME ‧ ˚. asks open ོ༘₊⁺☀︎₊⁺⋆.˚

🤍 — ask me anything! anything you’d like to know or might find interesting, go ahead and send me an ask :) wether that be about my fav driver, about other fandoms i’m in, or about my hair colour, i’ll answer :)

🎙️— send me a number of times i should shuffle through my playlist — i’ll tell you about the song and if it has any special meaning to me etc. [they usually do]

WHO I WRITE FOR :: lando norris , oscar piastri , charles leclerc , arthur leclerc , carlos sainz , lewis hamilton , max verstappen , daniel ricciardo , logan sargeant , sebastian vettel , nico hülkenberg , alex albon , george russel , kimi antonelli , lance stroll , yuki tsunoda , pierre gasly , olli bearman , franco colapinto

ABOUT OTHER REQUESTS :: i will come to them at some point, but for now i’ll focus on this event! i might combine some, but in other cases, please be patient with me <3 my (still not published) short ‘n sweet series will also be paused so i can focus on this, unless of course people request fics for songs from SnS ;)

and finally . . .

THANK YOU ! ❀

this is such a huge milestone and i’m so grateful to each and everyone of you <3 your support is what keeps me motivated to write more and more and the least i can do to thank you is writing those specific requests for you. love ya and thank you !

[multicohn]

summary: kimi being down bad and obsessive ( in a healthy way! ) for his lover

warnings: jokes about kimi wanting to 💀

pairing: fem! reader x kimi antonelli ( featuring — ollie bearman )

genre: texting au, established relationship

author note: read my zhou guanyu version here and the inspiration behind this here

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

[itsnesss]

𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭?

🖇 more...

Kimi Antonelli had no idea when exactly he’d been adopted, but he was sure he hadn’t agreed to it.

He was sitting in the Red Bull hospitality —Red Bull, not Mercedes, his actual team— with a blanket you had put over him “because it was chilly” and a bottle of water Max had forced on him with a stern “or you’re not racing again.”

“Why am I here?” he murmured, looking at Oscar, who sat beside him with a resigned expression.

“Don’t fight it,” Oscar replied, eyes still on his phone. “It’s easier once you accept it.”

“Accept what?”

“That Max and Y/N basically raised you without realizing it. We’re a family. Resistance is futile.”

“And you? What are you, the older brother?”

“Yeah. And also the babysitter, therapist, homework supervisor, and part-time firefighter. (Literally. Zandvoort.)”

Just then, Max appeared with a protein bar.

“Here, Kimi. I saw you shivering after the cool down lap. Don’t look at me like that. You’re eating it.”

And you arrived seconds later, patting him on the head.

“Did you bundle up already? Want some hot chocolate? Oscar makes a great one.”

“I don’t nee—” Kimi started, but Oscar was already getting up with a sigh to make it.

In the background, laughter echoed: Lando and Charles were filming TikToks, Checo was trying to stop them, and Fernando was secretly recording it all while laughing.

Kimi sank into the couch, blanket pulled up to his nose.

“Oh God… is this forever?”

Oscar came back with the mug and patted his shoulder.

“Yeah. And brace yourself… they do a Christmas dinner in Abu Dhabi. With sweaters and everything.”

[gr4cier4cie]

♡ GRACIE'S MASTERLIST (FORMULA 1) ♡

SOCIAL MEDIA AUS:

♡ laps inside your head -> carlos sainz x fem!singer!reader

♡ when it happened to me (we hug now) -> lando norris x fem!teammate!reader

♡ breaking point (lucky number nine) -> lewis hamilton x fem!rookie!reader

♡ bet you wanna love me now -> lewis hamilton x fem!engineer reader

TEXT AUS:

♡ pretty little things on pretty little girls -> ft. lewis hamilton, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lando norris

♡ sleep on the couch tonight -> ft. carlos sainz, lewis hamilton, lando norris, and daniel ricciardio

♡ i love you, i'm sorry (that's just the way life goes) -> ft. lewis hamilton, franco colapinto, lando norris, max verstappen

♡ twenty-one days (practically a lifetime, if you ask me) -> ft. lando norris, carlos sainz, lewis hamilton, oscar piastri

♡ can you come home? i need you. -> ft. lewis hamilton, lando norris, max verstappen, daniel riccardio

♡ runnin' with my dress unbuttoned -> ft. lewis hamilton max verstappen, lando norris, kimi räikkönen

♡ silent treatment (cruel, cruel girl) -> lando norris, max verstappen, ollie bearman, kimi räikkönen

DRABBLES + HEADCANNONS

♡ i'm a shameless caller (she's a full machine)-> lando norris x fem!ex!reader

♡ after midnight (can't be a good girl) -> ft. carlos sainz, max verstappen, daniel ricciardo, and lando norris

♡ six-thirty alarms -> lando norris x fem!yogainstructor!reader

♡ pretty in pink (amour mio) -> kimi antonelli x fem!balletdancer!reader

♡ hometown glory (some things never change) -> george russell x fem!childhoodbf!reader

♡ the sand, the sea, and that goddamned orange dress -> carlos sainz x gf!reader

GRACIE'S THOUGHTS

♡ lewis hamilton x fem!sportsmedia!reader

♡ ollie bearman x gf!reader x hickies

♡ lewis hamtilon x fem!assistant!reader (2) (3)

♡ frano colapinto x reporter!reader (2)

♡ lando norris x gf!reader x hair-pulling

♡ kimi antonelli x gf!reader x prom/formals

[lescarbille]

daughter

An answer to : give me a word and I'll write you a Carcar Drabble

Carlos thought at the end of his Formula 1 career he would do rallying like his father, maybe Endurance, maybe IndyCar. He never thought that his career would end because of a leg injury, in Vegas, at the age of thirty-four, after the floor of his single-seater split in two because of a manhole cover.

At thirty-seven, he has a slight limp and a job as a Formula 1 presenter for SkySport Spain. This is the only way he can still leave his dream : from afar.

It is his first day, pre-season testing in the stifling heat of an Arabian country. He has a bag with his notes, there are not many people left from his era apart from the rookies: Franco Colapinto arrives with his girlfriend, Ollie Bearman and Kimi Antonelli quibble, convinced that their team will be the best this year. Carlos thinks McLaren is going to win.

Lando has retired, but Oscar has returned to McLaren for his final three years in Formula One. His number is 1, gleaming with black carbon on the papaya nose.

Carlos doesn’t like to think about him much. He’s seen him become world champion too many times. He’s seen his bright smile too many times at the podium summit. He’s seen him in his McLaren, then his Red Bull, pass him with disconcerting ease too many times, because once Oscar found his pace, no one has ever been able to catch him.

“Excuse me, sir.”

A little girl catches his eye. She’s small, six or seven at best, with brown hair, big brown eyes and a button nose. She’s wearing a little sky blue dress, a worn McLaren cap of the same colour and a Koala backpack.

“I’m looking for my dad, I was with Charlotte to get a smoothie, but I got lost.”

She has a VIP paddock pass around her neck, with her little picture and her name: Diane Piastri.

Lando told him. Oscar had a little girl, a long story and to make it short, Oscar is a dad. The child looks so much like him that she has the same impatient pout.

At the time, the news surprised him, he has never seen Oscar kiss a girl, the only person Carlos knows he has kissed is himself, drunk, hidden in dark corners like a dirty secret.

They have always been that. A secret.

Secret kisses. Secret contacts. Carlos secretly fell in love with him and then he gave up, because Carlos is nothing if not too honest. And he did not want to suffer from being a secret when he was already suffering from having lost his dream.

“Could you take me back to the orange garage, please, sir ?"

"Diane! Diane! Diane!”

Oscar comes running and the little girl's face lights up. Oscar hasn't changed over the years, his features have just lost the childish traces that persisted in his early days. His confidence has grown and today some say that Charles Leclerc was bland in comparison. Carlos is in favor of this idea, when he sees him with his black firewalls, grabbing his little girl as if she weighed nothing, his face splitting with relief and affection.

"Carlos?"

"Hello, Oscar."

Oscar smiles at him and Carlos falls in love all over again.

[faithsmadhouse]

🖤 Welcome to My Smut Blog 🖤

Here’s a quick guide to what I will and won’t write so you know what to request and what to avoid.

📬 Request Guidelines

Be respectful

Include character(s), scenario, tone (soft, rough, emotional, etc.)

I reserve the right to decline anything I’m not comfortable with

If I have something properly tag and you jump in my inbox saying that you are triggered then I’m not responsible because title/summary/warnings are the first thing you see when reading my fics.

I also will not write smut for Kimi Antonellie and Oliver bearman

I may take a while when it comes to writing and posting your request so bear with me please!

✅ What I Write

💋 Smut – NSFW fics, one-shots, and drabbles

💌 x Reader – Including plus size, shy, confident, etc.

🌶️ Kinks – Light BDSM, praise/degradation, begging, overstimulation, size kink, breeding kink, possessiveness, biting/marking, rut/heat, dubcon (with context & aftercare), somnophilia (with consent established in advance), etc.

💘 Tropes – Enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, slow burn, pining, fated mates, “only one bed,” established relationship, etc.

🧠 Dark Themes – Angst, trauma recovery, toxic relationships (with awareness), manipulation (in fiction only), violence (when plot-relevant)

🐺 Creatures & AUs – Vampires, werewolves, super soldiers, fantasy settings, historical AUs, canon-divergent AUs

🫶 Body Positivity – Plus size, body hair, scars, stretch marks, disability, etc.

🚫 What I Won’t Write

❌ Noncon or rape without clear consequences

❌ Underage characters or aging-up minors for sexual content

❌ Incest or pseudo-incest (e.g., step-relatives)

❌ Real person smut involving minors or discomforting age gaps

❌ Scat, vore, extreme gore, necrophilia, bestiality

❌ Overtly racist, sexist, transphobic, homophobic, or ableist content

❌ Infidelity as a kink (cheating without remorse)

Tags of mine to block/filter

f1 x werewolf au

Werewolf au

Supernatural f1 au

faith rant’s

faith ocs

[papayadays]

joyce's birthday bash!

hello everyone!! i realize i’m doing this a little late, since my birthday is on the 10th, but i thought it would be fun to do a birthday celebration! you can request for this from now until the 15th, which is a week. hope you enjoy!! 😽 (all my writing from this is below the cut!)

who i write for: i am taking requests for lando, oscar, franco, charles, george, alex, carlos, ollie, and kimi antonelli

how to request: anything in brackets is an example request

🎻⁀➷ song drabbles: give me a random number from 1-116 and a driver and i’ll give you a small drabble based off the song from my playlist --- [🎻 4 + lando]

- oscar piastri + 81 - george russell + 63 - oscar piastri + 74 - kimi antonelli + 37 - max verstappen / carlos sainz + 10 - lando norris + 102

🧋⁀➷ get to know me: ask me any questions, ask games such as fmk, cym, and would you rather, or anything really --- [🧋what’s your favorite food?]

👜⁀➷ moodboards: give me a driver and a theme and i’ll make a moodboard for you --- [👜 oscar + surfer vibes]

- lando norris + gala date - franco colapinto + cozy morning

🧸⁀➷ prompts: choose a prompt from any of my tagged prompt lists, include a driver, and i’ll write a short drabble or blurb about it --- [🧸 franco + holding hands to calm each other down]

- oscar piastri + sharing food with others - franco colapinto + "what the hell was her problem?" "that's what i said!" - lando norris + denial. realization. obsession. + friends to lovers - lando norris + checking up on the other regularly when they know they're not feeling their best - oscar piastri + silent eye contact from across the room

🥐⁀➷ recommendations: i can give my favorite song/book/movie/show recommendations or you can give me yours --- [🥐 favorite ya romance novels]

thank you so much to everyone on tumblr that has made my time so enjoyable! i love you, mutuals 🫶 especially to everyone i've gotten to know better: @spiderbeam, @katsu28, @coff33andb00ks, @rainiest-november, @driverlando, @theyluvkarolina, @maxtermind, @snoopyracing glad we're moots! 😽