#quali makes my head hurt

[writingstoraes]

every time i see charles in the elimination zone my internal organs goes out of place and transfer themselves to places they're not supposed to be seeing charles in p12 during q2 made my intestines feel like it's wrapped around my NECK.

[norrussell]

Water | Lando Norris⁴

Pairings: Lando Norris x fem!reader

Summary: you go to your local gym hoping you'll see the new guy that also happened to become your gym crush. What you didn't expect is to find out that he noticed you too

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, some dirty talk

A/N: I wrote this in like an hour or so, so it might not be the greatest of my works, but lord knows we need it after that quali session. Also the song was a big inspo 🤪

It was getting late and the gym was nearly empty. You had come to get a workout in, yet felt oddly out of sync with your body. Despite feeling drained, you sauntered through the area, your eyes lingering on the shiny metal surfaces of the exercise equipment. You were expecting solitude at this time of night, but noticed a few others around as well.

This week, you couldn't help but notice a new face at the gym. While checking him out from a distance, he has unexpectedly become someone you kind of crush on. You couldn't deny that part of your motivation for returning to the gym was the chance of seeing him again.

And just your luck, he was already there and had started his training session. You tried not to gawk, but you couldn't help it. He moved with such grace, each repetition of the exercises looking like a dance. His muscles flexed and tensed as he lifted weights and you found yourself mesmerized by the beauty of it all.

Mustering all your strength, you moved closer to one of the machines and started performing your own exercises. You sensed him looking at you without acknowledging your presence, but it was almost as if he didn’t notice you at all. Yet suddenly something out of left field happened.

"That's not correct. You're going to hurt yourself if you keep doing it like that." it was him, speaking up in a soft yet firm voice that startled you out of your daze.

You frowned a bit, confused. "This is how my personal trainer showed me to do it."

"I'm sure he did. But that's not how you do it." he grinned. "You're only going to get pain and no gain."

"And how would you know?" what you didn't expect is to get annoyed with him, but here you were, fighting the urge not to roll your eyes.

"I'm a professional athlete, I know." you could just tell this guy relished in being right and correcting people.

"Oh, yes? And what kind of athlete are you?" you snorted.

"I'm a formula 1 driver."

Your eyes widened as he said that. You had never met a professional athlete before, let alone one who drove a formula 1 car. You tried to play it cool, but your curiosity got the best of you. "That's impressive. I didn't know we had any formula 1 drivers in this town."

"You don't," he said with a smirk. "I'm just passing through for a race in a neighboring city. I like to keep up with my training while I'm on the road."

You nodded, still in shock. You had never spoken to someone so accomplished before. "Well, I'm honored to be corrected by a professional athlete. Can you show me how to do it correctly?"

He grinned and stepped closer to you, his body heat making your heart race. "Of course. I'd be happy to help. And my name is Lando, by the way."

For the next hour, Lando guided you through different exercises, correcting your form and giving you tips on how to improve. You felt a sense of gratitude towards him, appreciating the time he was taking to help you out.

He was easy to talk to as well, and you found yourself opening up to him. He, in turn, shared his own stories, and soon enough, the conversation turned flirtatious.

You didn't know if it was the adrenaline from the workout or the thrill of being in his presence, but you found yourself wanting him in a way you hadn't before.

As the gym started to empty out, you glanced at the clock and noticed that it was almost closing time. You both were still talking, and neither of you seemed to want to leave.

"We should probably get going," you said with a hint of disappointment.

He smiled and nodded his head in agreement, but then he leaned in closer and whispered into your ear. "I know a place we can go for some privacy."

Your heart raced as his words sunk in, and before you knew it, you found yourself following him out of the gym towards the locker rooms.

As soon as you entered, Lando grabbed your hand and pulled you towards one of the empty stalls. His lips crashed onto yours and you felt your body ignite with desire. His hands roamed your body, tearing every piece of clothing that restrained him from your skin, exploring every inch as you kissed him back with equal fervor.

He lifted you up with ease, your legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed you against the cold wall. His kisses were urgent and demanding, and you met his passion with your own. He devoured your mouth, his hands squeezing your boobs and pinching your nipples. The sensation shot straight to your core, making you arch your back and moan louder.

Lando trailed his kisses down your neck, his teeth nibbling on your skin, leaving behind a path of marks. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to you, urging him to go further.

"You have no idea how much I've been thinking about you," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.

"Tell me," you whispered back, loving the way his cock throbbed against your thigh.

"Thinking about what I would do to you if I had the chance."

He pushed you against the wall, his fingers parting your folds and finding your clit. He rubbed it in circles, making you shudder against him, and when he pushed his fingers inside you, you cried out.

"Tell me how bad you want my cock, baby," he growled. "Tell me."

You gasped for air as he worked his fingers inside you, your muscles tightening around them. He brought you to the brink and then stopped, leaving you to whimper in the darkness.

"Please, Lando. I need more," you begged.

"Oh, you'll get more," he grinned. "But first, you need to show me how much you want it."

You squinted your eyes in confusion at his words. Before you could ask what he meant, he placed you on your feet and pushed you towards the wall, your hands pressing against it.

"Now, I want you to touch yourself while I watch," he commanded.

You followed his instructions, your hands exploring your body and eventually slipping between your legs. Your eyes never left his gaze, and he took his time undressing. As you teased yourself by tracing circles around your clit, imagining him inside of you, the bulge in his pants was growing bigger. Finally, he removed his shorts, exposing his thick, hard member.

As soon as it sprung forward, you pushed two fingers inside yourself and moaned at the sensation. You watched as he pumped his cock in his hand, the look in his eyes filled with lust. You smiled and continued fingering yourself, arching your back and twisting your body as you watched the way his muscles tensed.

"You have no idea how bad I want to fuck you right now."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and as you continued staring at him, he grabbed your wrist and pressed it against his cock. You bit your lip and moaned out loud as you felt the warmth of his flesh against you, stroking himself as you fucked yourself with your fingers.

He pressed his body close to yours, the heat and moisture of his skin merging with your own. His lips found their way to your neck and he kissed you ever-so-softly. You could feel his cock throbbing against your thigh. Then, his kisses intensified, with his teeth grazing gently across your skin. He suckled at your neck while his fingers dug lightly into your flesh.

"You like this, don't you?" he growled into your ear. "You like being commanded."

"Yes," you hissed. "I love it."

"I want to fuck you until you can't walk. I want you to scream so loud the whole gym can hear you. Will you do that for me?"

"Yes," you moaned again. "I will. I'll do anything you want."

"Good girl."

He grabbed your hair and forced your head back against the wall, his lips finding their way to yours again. He kissed you, his tongue pushing inside your mouth, fighting for domination. You moaned loudly, grinding your hips against his. He grabbed your ass and squeezed it, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip.

The head of his cock found its way to your entrance, and he didn't waste any time. He lifted one of your legs up and pushed himself inside. You moaned against him, your skin flushing as he filled you to the brim. He held onto you tightly as he thrust himself inside you, his hips pushing against yours. You sucked his tongue into your mouth, your body shaking as you cried out in ecstasy.

He grabbed your remaining leg and pulled you up against him, your legs instinctively twining around his waist. Taking both of your wrists in his secure grip, he held them above your head, your breasts jolting with each successive thrust. He sped up the tempo as time passed, his body pressing hard into yours.

You had never been fucked like this before, and you loved every second of it. The way he controlled your body made you feel more feminine than you ever had, and you felt yourself craving more.

He let go of your hands and you fell into him. You held him tight, your nails digging into his back. Your bodies were pressed up against each other, sticky and sweaty, and as he thrust himself inside you, you could feel his bare chest rubbing against your hard nipples. He groaned, his cock pulsing inside you as he held you close.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your legs tightening around his waist. He groaned into your lips, his eyes locking into yours. You bit your lip and smiled, whispering "Faster."

He complied and you tried to keep quiet as he fucked you harder, but it was getting harder and harder to do so. Your breath was coming out in ragged breaths, and the sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room.

He put you down and turned you around, pressing you against the wall again, his cock still buried inside of you as he planted kisses all over your back. He slammed into you quicker and harder, his hips colliding with your ass with every thrust.

With one hand still on your hips, Lando reached down between your legs and found your clit, teasing it as you came closer and closer to orgasm. You knew you couldn't hold on any longer, so you grabbed his hand and pulled it away from your sensitive flesh. He smiled and grabbed your face, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

Spinning you around once more, he picked you up and put you onto his cock, your legs wrapping securely around him. You could tell he liked to be in control so much as he took charge and started moving your hips up and down his length. His fingers groped your ass, his tongue teasing your nipples as you moaned in pleasure.

You felt him swell inside you, and your own orgasm started building up inside of you. You could feel it coming closer and closer with every movement of his thrust, until finally it arrived, crashing through both of you like a wave. You screamed in pleasure as Lando pumped one last time into you before coming hard himself, his entire body shaking with release.

Slowly he lowered you onto the floor, both of you still breathing heavily from the intense session that just took place. He took a step back to look at you, admiring every inch of your glistening body from the workout you just did.

"I guess I can tell my personal trainer that you're a better instructor than him."

[norrisleclercf1]

could i request a blurb with a driver of ur choice where their partner is in the paddock and unfortunately their blood pressure drops too low and they pass out? just some good old fluff

i suffer from chronic blood pressure drops and i passed out today and it wasn’t fun 😭 hope your week gets better !! your fics are amazing and they make my day 🩷

A/N: Oh babes, I hope you're okay and feeling better.

"Please be careful today, okay?" Max asks. Your boyfriend hated nothing more than leaving you alone when the weather isn't great. It's hot and he knew that'd you'd push yourself just to be there to support him.

"Max, I'm drinking plenty of water, sitting under shade and when I feel even the tiny bit lightheaded, I'm sitting down and taking it easy. Don't worry about me, you need to focus on your qualifying." You explain and smile at Max as you see his worries settle. "Just, please stay close to someone you trust. Hell even stay close to my dad." Your nose wrinkles at that and Max chuckles at that. "Okay, maybe not him, but my mom is here, stay close to her, please?" Max asks.

"Yes, I'll stay next to your mom." Max sighs and leans forward and kisses you as he tugs on his racing shoes and places one last kiss on your forehead. "Please, be careful. And take your blood pressure before coming to watch the quali." You wave him off, watching as he closes the door.

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Walking through the paddock you laugh with Victoria and Max's mom. You knew when you felt your center of gravity turned sideways. "Oh," You whisper and feel your body grow heavy and darkness filling your vision. "Y/n!" Your hearing muffled and everything goes silent.

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"Stupid, I knew she should've stayed inside." Max curses, watching your sleeping form on he medic bed. "Max, please, she was perfectly fine and it just happened to suddenly." Victoria explains, but Max refuses to hear anything of it as he waves her off and sits beside the bed.

"Baby, please wake up. I can't handle not seeing your pretty eyes." Max whispers and watches the monitor with eagle eyes. Making sure your blood pressure and heart rate was steady. And right now it was steady and he was just waiting for you to wake up. You whine, and open your eyes slowly and Max moves sitting on the bed and pulling you close.

"Hey, hey it's okay." Max knew you'd be confused and groggy. "Maxie, head hurts." You groan and cuddle closer into his hold. "I know it does, but we're going to stay here, get some water in you and they're going to assess you again. Now, what movie do you want to watch?' He asks, pulling out his phone.

"How about Disney movie?" You ask, and close your eyes, burrying your head into his chest and he moves getting comfortable. "That I can do," Kissing your cheek on last time you two watch a movie, waiting for you to feel better.

[sebscore]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do female driver and her side of the garage shenanigans. Like her and her team just being besties and entertaining. Love your work can’t wait to see what you do next!

MONTE-CARLO MADNESS

pairings: f1 grid x driver!reader

warnings: swearing. slight slander of two dutchmen (nothing too serious). mention of checo’s quali crash last year.

author's note: i was bored during the race so i wrote this :) I know it’s not exactly what you asked, but it does include more of her and marco 💜 (also, I know that gif is from 2021, but it was too beautiful not to use lol)

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''Y/N!'' A hand on her shoulder pulled her attention away from her conversation with her engineer, and to the older German man next to her. ''Norbert! Hey, how are you?''

''I'm in Monaco!'' He exclaimed, pulling the young woman in a hug.

The driver's face broke out in a smile, endeared by Norbert's excitement over being in the foreign country. ''Yeah, you are!'' She laughed, her face resting on his shoulder.

''Can I get a hug too?''

Her eyes widened as she recognised the voice, pulling away from the older man, she was met with the bright smile of Sebastian. ''Seb!''

Y/N almost jumped into her mentor's arms, delighted to see him for the first time in months. ''What are you doing here? You didn't tell me you were coming.'' She held an accusing but disbelieving tone, shocked to see him in Monte-Carlo out of all races.

''Surprise!'' He joked, holding up his arms as if it were a surprise party.

The woman slapped his arm in return. ''When did you get here?'' She asked him, still in shock about the former driver's appearance.

''Just now, my dad and Fabian got here yesterday- I came by car.'' Sebastian answered, pointing at his father who was busy catching up with the Aston Martin team.

''Of course you did,'' Y/N chuckled at the mention of his transport, ''are you staying here the entire weekend?''

The German shook his head. ''No, just today- Stefano invited me, I'll be there for the driver's briefing, though.'' He clarified, pouting at the flash of disappointment in her eyes.

''That's nice, everyone will be happy to see you.'' She was slightly let down about his one-day visit, having hoped he would at least watch qualifying on Saturday.

Sebastian nodded. ''Yeah, it will be nice to see all the drivers again.''

''You know,'' Y/N spoke up, catching his attention, ''retirement doesn't really suit you- I think you should come back.'' She smirked, a mischievous grin on her face.

The older man let out a chuckle, shaking his head. ''I put on some nice clothes for you today, I'm hurt.'' He feigned to be hurt by her words, an overdramatic pout hanging on his lips.

''It's definitely better than the usual attire, for sure.'' The driver glanced his outfit up and down, the man wearing blue pants and a white loose shirt.

Sebastian simply laughed, scratching his voice. ''So, uh, how are you feeling about the race?'' He asked her.

Y/N unsurely nodded her head, not too confident. ''The car felt good today so I think there's a good chance for pole.'' The first free practice of the GP had gone well, taking the second top spot right before Lewis.

''Well, I'm quite confident you're gonna take pole.'' Sebastian retorted, matter-of-factly.

The young woman snorted at his response. ''Thanks, I'll keep that in mind when I'm in the car.''

The German patted her shoulder. ''I hope you win,'' he confessed, a serious expression on his face, ''I like Max, but the Dutch anthem is not to my taste.'' Sebastian grinned

''You won last year. Who says you can't do it again or at least make it onto the podium?'' He didn't expect an answer out of her, he just wanted her to feel more confident in herself and especially at a circuit she had consecutively done well at.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders. ''Last year, I got lucky with Checo's crash during quali and with the Ferrari strategy. The Red Bulls are way too fast, Seb. I'll be happy with a podium.''

The young driver knew a win would be practically impossible if either one of the RBR cars made it in front of her in qualifying. The previous year, she managed to qualify P3 behind the two red cars and due to Ferrari's disaster class, she was the first to take the chequered flag.

''But you still held up the Red Bulls last year, you're being too negative.'' Sebastian argued, discontent about her certainty that she wouldn't win again.

''It's whatever, anyway- I have to discuss some things with Marco. I'll see you later?'' Y/N made the move to leave, sticking out her fist.

Sebastian bumped his fist against hers. ''Yes, Turn that frown upside down, Y/N!'' He yelled after her as she walked away, resulting in a joking middle finger from the young woman.

''What's the best time now? I have one more lap in me, if I need to.'' Y/N asked her engineer over the radio, on an out lap.

There was silence on the other side for a few seconds. ''Uh, the leaderboard is very chaotic right now, it changes every time a driver crosses the line.''

''Who is on top now?''

''De Vries.''

''Are you fucking serious?''

She knew Monaco qualifying would be absolute madness, but an Alpha Tauri on top of the leaderboard? She was not expecting that.

''Push for one more lap- we're safe, but everything is changing very fast.'' Marco encouraged her to do one more flying lap, wanting to be confident they made it into the next round of qualifying.

Y/N was the last car on the circuit starting her last lap right before the time of the quali session ran out. She had the fastest second sector and crossed the line, moving up to P2 and being safe from elimination.

''We're good, nice job!'' Marco complimented her, confirming that she made it into Q2.

''He he, that was a little scary.''

''You gotta push like a beast now, Y/N! Verstappen on pole now and no one is behind you.'' Marco's words sounded over the radio, doing his best to hype her up as this was their last chance to take the pole position.

''Copy.'' She simply answered, before starting her flying lap.

''Y/L goes faster than Verstappen in the first sector. Look at how she's pushing the car to its limits! It's absolutely unbelievable!'' Crofty's voice boomed through the speakers.

''A purple second sector as well! Is Y/L going to take her first pole position in Monaco? She's very close!'' Ted continued, his eyes glued to the big screen.

''UNBELIEVABLE STUFF! Y/N Y/L TAKES THE POLE POSITION HERE IN MONACO! SHE SURPASSES THE RED BULL OF MAX VERSTAPPEN TO SET THE FASTEST TIME! WHAT A PERFORMANCE BY THE TALENTED YOUNG WOMAN! WHAT A LAP!'' The commentators couldn't believe it as they saw her name rising to the very top of the leaderboard, not expecting her to set a better time than the Red Bull car.

''YOU DID IT! POLE POSITION, Y/N! YOU DROVE LIKE A MANIAC!'' Marco shouts over the radio, trying his best to give his congrats as their entire team jumps around him.

Her eyes widened as she took in the news. ''I'M ON POLE? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? WOOOOO!!! MONACO BABY!'' The driver loudly exclaimed, so loud that her team had to remove their headphones from their ears.

''Guys, I'm so proud of all of you! Everyone worked so hard and this is for the entire team, thank you so much!'' Y/N expressed her appreciation for her team, knowing she couldn't have done it without them.

She made it to Parc Fermé and parked behind the No. 1 standee, already seeing Charles and Max there. It took her some time to get out of the car as it was difficult to turn everything off with shaking hands.

The young woman stood on top of her car and threw her hands in the air, pointing at her team who cheered for her- along with the crowd who went crazy at the sudden turn of events.

She ran to her team, immediately hugging Marco upon spotting him at the front of the fence. ''I told you to drive like a beast, not a maniac!'' He laughed, patting her back.

''I don't remember anything from that lap, I think I blacked out.'' Y/N told him, pulling away from him and shaking the hands of the rest of the team.

Charles was the first one of the drivers to congratulate her. ''That was crazy, congrats.'' The former Prema teammates hugged each other.

''Thanks, it was absolute chaos out there,'' she sighed, taking off her helmet and balaclava, ''I know you wanted a different result, but you still did well.'' The younger one told the Ferrari driver who simply brushed it off.

''You fucker!'' A sudden slap on her arm, took her focus off Charles. ''How did you do that?''

She found the smiling face of Max, holding out his hand for a typical driver's greeting. ''Dude, I don't know! I for sure thought it was over for me.'' She told him, a shocked expression still on her face.

''Congrats, you deserve it.'' The Dutchman praised her, a genuine tone found.

Y/N nodded her head at him. ''Thanks, appreciate it.''

''It's the three of us again.'' The Red Bull driver laughed, pointing at the three of them as it was also the same trio in Baku, just a different order.

Charles sighed. ''I have to meet with the stewards after the interviews so I don't know if I'm gonna stay at P3.'' He told them, confusing the two other drivers.

''What do you mean?'' Y/N asked him.

''Lando was on a flying lap and I got in his way- in the tunnel.'' The Monégasque explained, informing them on the unfortunate moment.

Max frowned. ''That's not good, no. You didn't saw him coming?''

''The team didn't tell me.'' Charles answered, holding in the urge to roll his eyes.

''They didn't tell you that Lando was coming? That's fucked up.'' The youngest one said, puzzled on why this even happened in the first place.

The Ferrari driver shook his head. ''I'm gonna get a penalty for a mistake I didn't make.'' The defeated look on Charles' face upsetted both of his competitors, disappointed that the Monaco curse had found its way to him again.

A silence fell upon them, not knowing what to say as the three of them were all feeling very different emotions after the chaotic qualifying session.

''Well, I'm gonna grab my award.'' Y/N sheepishly smiled, breaking the uncomfortable silence between them.

The two men nodded at her as she walked away, but she turned around as a thought came into her brain. ''Oh and Charles?''

''Yes?''

''Tell them it was just an inchident.''

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[lecsainz]

hiii can you do one about charles x reader, at the miami gp where charles crashes in tl2 and quali and she's there to comfort charles? miami got me down 😭

always be here

pairings: charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings: car crash mention, miami gp 2023.

authors note: i'm also sad about miami 😭 but i'm sure that god willing charles will do well in the race!! i kept it short because i wanted to post it before the race anyway, i hope you like it 🫶

word count: 616

As Charles walked back to the Ferrari garage after crashing during the quali at the Miami Grand Prix, he couldn't help but feel devastated. He knew he had let down the team and his fans, and the weight of that failure was heavy on his shoulders.

But as he approached the garage, he saw a familiar face waiting for him. It was Y/N, his girlfriend, who had flown all the way from Europe to be there for him.

Charles' heart skipped a beat as he saw her, and he ran over to her, pulling her into a tight embrace. "Y/N, I'm so glad you're here," he said, his voice shaking with emotion.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Y/N replied, holding him close. "I'm here for you, Charles."

As they walked back to the motorhome, Y/N could see the pain etched on Charles' face. She knew how hard he had worked to prepare for this race, and how much this setback meant to him.

"I'm so sorry, mon amour." Charles said, as they sat down on the couch. "I let you down."

"No, you didn't," Y/N replied, taking his hand in hers. "Accidents happen, and you're still an amazing driver. I'm proud of you, Charles."

Charles looked at her, his eyes filling with tears. "Thank you for being here for me." he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N leaned in and kissed him gently, feeling the love and pain in his touch. She knew that he was hurting, but she also knew that they would get through it together.

For the rest of the day, Y/N stayed by Charles' side, comforting him and reminding him that he was loved. They talked about the race, and Charles opened up about how much the crashes had affected him.

"I don't know if I can bounce back from this," Charles said, his voice low. "It feels like my confidence is shattered."

Y/N squeezed his hand, "You will bounce back, Charles. You're strong and talented, and you have so much potential. This is just a bump in the track."

Charles looked at her, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Y/N. I don't know what I would do without you."

Y/N smiled, "You'll never have to find out, Charles. I'll always be here for you."

Charles smiled back, feeling a sense of comfort wash over him. He leaned in and kissed Y/N once more, holding her close.

"I love you so much," he whispered.

"I love you too, Charles," Y/N replied, smiling up at him. "And I'll always be here to support you, no matter what."

Charles smiled back at her, feeling grateful for her unwavering support. "I know you will, Y/N. And I promise to always be here for you too mon amour."

Y/N's smile widened, and she leaned in to kiss him again. They sat together, enjoying each other's company and the peaceful sound of the waves.

As the night fell and the stars twinkled above, Charles and Y/N knew that they were in for a challenging weekend.

With Y/N's love and support, Charles felt a renewed sense of confidence and determination. He knew that he would do everything in his power to bounce back from the setbacks of the day, and that he would make her, the team and his fans proud.

As they finally headed back to their hotel room, hand in hand, Charles felt a sense of peace wash over him. Whatever challenges the future may hold, he knew that he would face them with Y/N by his side. And that was all that mattered.

[sinofwriting]

To Be With You - Lando Norris (& Callum Ilott)

Words: 9,722 Summary: Lando’s halfway to being in love with her, following her around like a puppy, while she thinks it’s all friendly affection. Too bad his feelings don’t even flatter after learning about her husband. (Reader is referred to as Pips) Note(s)/Warning(s): There is no cheating in this fic. Reader is married to Callum Ilott (Indycar Driver). Lando comes off a bit much in this because he doesn’t know how to handle his feelings and reader is oblivious to said feelings.

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Jeddah 2023

Lando couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as he saw who was interviewing him next. “Well, hello.” “Lando, good to see you. How are you feeling about this weekend?” “I’m feeling good. The car is good and last year I had a fairly good race, but we’ll see what happens after free practice.” He tells her, somewhat lying about the car, but that didn’t matter. With her here, he’d be driving it like it was the rocketship that Red Bull had for a car. He needed to impress her. “And how are you settling into the mentor role with Oscar as your teammate?” “Uh, it’s a bit weird y’know?” He tells her, licking his lips and stepping a little closer. Giving the camera more of a close up as he inches closer to her. “I’ve been used to being the mentee and the youngest on the grid, so it’s a bit weird to have the youngest guy as my teammate now.” “Well, I’m sure you’re doing great.” She tells him, eyes flickering down to her notebook with questions, feeling slightly awkward that she doesn’t have anything more for him, but he was never supposed to be part of her interviews this weekend. Thankfully for her and not so much for Lando, his press officer pulls him away to another spot.

The large smile he had been wearing drops into a frown as soon as he’s forced to turn away from her, but before any of the cameras can catch the change he forces a smile on his face before stepping in front of another camera.

It was only Friday after all, he had the whole weekend to see her and hopefully get her number or better yet a date.

Lando doesn’t see her until after quali having forgotten that when it was a weekend when F2 and F3 were racing she spent most of her time with them, either hanging out or to work. She barely did any interviews with F1 drivers during these weekends, it made his heart swell realizing that he had made it on her list this weekend.

She’s with Novalak, Crawford, and Bearman, standing just out of Prema’s HQ and despite the weird glances he gets from the guys, he slots himselfs into their group and next to her.

“I swear, Ollie.” She curses, setting her hands on her hips. “You give yourself more bruises than a phlebotomist. And you,” she turns her attention to Jak, taking his chin in her hands gently and looking at the nasty scrap he’s got there. “Do you go to medical for this?” He starts to nod, but Ollie quickly rats him out, making Clem laugh while Lando watches the whole thing with wide eyes, having never seen her like this. It was somewhat endearing how much she cared for the young drivers. “Jak Crawford!” “It’s fine, honestly. It doesn’t even hurt.” She gives him an unimpressed look. “Medical. This is the first weekend of this calendar when one of your parents isn't here, I’d think we’d want that to happen again, right?” He quickly nods, eyes darting towards Ollie and she releases him. “Medical and Ollie, please go with him.” “On it, Pips.” Ollie grins, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek before dragging Jak with him even as the junior driver whines about not getting to hug her.

“You sure you want kids?” Clem asks with a laugh as the three watch the two walk around the corner. Lando can’t help but turn his attention to her, wanting to know her answer even if he was maybe joking. “My kids will be angels, I’ll have raised them. Jak and Ollie,” she shakes her head, though there’s a fond smile on her lips clearly not minding the boys. “They're thrilled about becoming older brothers. We had to bleep it on the pod when we had Jak on.” The British driver’s eyes widen as his eyes flicker down to her abdomen, the other two thankfully not noticing his reaction. “Not yet. Still got a good few years until that happens.” She laughs. Lando breathes a sigh of relief, not noticing how it catches Clem’s attention.

His brows quickly furrow for a second as he realizes what she said, a few years. That was soon, like really soon. He wanted to be a hands-on dad, be there for everything, and he still wanted to race in the next few years. Compromise was a thing in a relationship though, he was sure that they could work out some sort of timeline for kids that would fit better than a few years.

“So, Crawford and Bearman, that happens a lot?” He asks her. “Them getting hurt.” She frowns a bit at the use of the last names, but he doesn’t notice. Too caught up in her attention being on him, all of it being on him. “Yeah, a bit. But teenage boy antics are the reason or at least that’s what I've been told.” “Weirdly it only seems to happen when you’re around.” Clem says, watching Lando closely as he leans a bit into her space. It makes his nose wrinkle. “Oh, it happens when I’m not around as well. I end up getting calls or texts about it.” Clem shakes his head, “such momma’s boys.” “I can see why. You’d make a good mum.” Lando says, enjoying the way her eyes widen a bit and she gets a little flustered. “Oh, thank you.” “Of course.”

Miami 2023

After that he doesn’t see her until Miami and despite it not being an F2 weekend she’s got Novalak, Armstrong, and the other guy from Screaming Meals acting as her crew for the weekend as she runs around doing interviews with drivers, engineers, and the like. His jaw twitches as he watches her interview Logan Sargeant of all people for nearly an hour. His mood worsens when he asks his press officer for his schedule and she’s not on it.

Somehow though on Saturday before he leaves for his hotel, he manages to catch her alone. Her shadows for the weekend are all gone.

“How are you this weekend?” “I’m good. Busy, but thankfully James, Clem, and Marcus have been helping me out.” She tells him, pocketing her phone. “I saw your quali result.” He grimaces at the knowledge she saw that. “I’m sure you’ll do better tomorrow, make up some places.” “I’ll do my best.” He tells her, feeling a little warm at her assurance. “Will you be coming to Monaco? I mean, it’s nearly the race of the year.” “You mean afterparties of the year?” Lando chuckles, but nods. “True. But will you?” She shakes her head, “Nope, I’ll be at the Indy 500 just like last year.” “They happen the same weekend?” He asks, brows furrowed. “Yeah, nearly always do.” “And you want to miss Monaco?” “I mean you only really need to do Monaco once and I did it four years in a row. The 500’s nice and I’ve already got my press passes and everything sorted for it.” “Right,” he murmurs. “Well, if you change your mind, I’m sure I could get you a press pass.” “Thanks, Lando. I’ll see you in Spain.” “See ya then.” He tells her but she’s already walked off and he can’t help but want to bang his head against the wall, wondering how he failed again in getting her number or a date with her.

Spain 2023

He’s on her schedule for the weekend but the whole interview feels off, stilted. It makes him worried as he watches her interview Nico after and how off she is. Makes him wonder if perhaps she’s coming down with something, a virus or mayhaps food poisoning.

“Are you alright?” He murmurs, when she’s done, stepping close to her as she shuts off her camera. She startles at the sound of his voice and he’s quick to wrap an arm around her waist before she falls into the tripod. He lets go as soon as she’s stable, though it hurts a bit. He wants to linger, to hold her. “Are you alright?” He repeats, looking at her closely. “I’m okay, Lando.” He gives her an unimpressed look and she shakes her head. “Really, I’m okay. Just a little distracted.” “Oh,” and he relaxes, relieved she’s not feeling unwell. “Anything I could help with?” “No.” She laughs. “That’s sweet of you though.” “Really, I could help. I don’t mind.” She looks at him consideringly, before looking around making sure no one else is near and no microphones can pick up anything. Looking back at him, she sighs. “My husband, he’s got an important weekend ahead of him and I’m just a little distracted because I’m not there.” He blinks at her, the word husband swimming in his head. “I didn’t know you were married.” “Not many people do.” She laughs before looking at him seriously. “Lando, please don’t tell anyone. There’s a reason it’s been kept quiet.” “Of course.” He reassures, still feeling off kilter, that the girl he liked was married. “No one will hear it from me.”

Austria 2023

He doesn’t see her for nearly a month after the revelation of her being married and he both loves and hates it. It’s time and space away from her that he needs so he can truly grapple with his feelings but it’s also time and space away from her when he already doesn’t get to interact much with her. He’s also a little ashamed that his feelings didn’t change for her at all, if anything he feels something stronger for her. Especially after watching all of her videos and the podcasts she’s been on. Noting that she never once mentions being with anyone but also never says that she’s single.

It’s odd. She’s barely a year older than him, yet married and keeping it a secret from seemingly everyone. He’s torn between happiness that she trusts him with something like that and jealousy because she’s with someone else, someone who’s not him. All of his feelings for her are like a dichotomy.

The secretive nature of her relationship and the way she doesn’t mention it all gives him hope that it's not a happy marriage. Maybe it’s on the outs, married too young and all. Maybe it’s actually good and she’s happy, but that thought doesn’t last long. If it was good, why wouldn’t she be public about it or at least about being with someone? Besides who on earth would be with her and not want it to be public knowledge?

He ends up getting fourth, not on the podium like he wants, like he craves but it’s close. As close as he’s gotten this season. The disappointment of not being on her interview list after the race is finished is barely there, too overrun with adrenaline and confidence.

Confidence that quickly takes a hit when he manages to catch her before she leaves to go back to her hotel.

“Pips!” The nickname feels weird in his mouth, having only ever called her by her actual name, despite her using the nickname Pips on her channel, in podcasts, with friends and such. “Lando.” She greets, confusion clear on her face. He can see Novalak a few steps away but he ignores the French driver. “Hey.” He greets, grinning at her and running a hand through his curls. “I was hoping to catch you before you left.” “Oh,” she looks shocked rather than flattered but he ignores that as well. “I was wondering if maybe we could talk sometime. Maybe about doing something special for next weekend since it’s Silverstone.” “Uh,” she glances down at her phone. “Yeah, sure. I have to get going, but I’ll email my contact with McLaren about getting something set up. And congrats on P4, Lando.” She adds on, as she’s already turning away. “Thanks.” He says, but it’s quiet and she clearly doesn’t hear already several feet away from him. Just like she clearly didn’t hear that he wanted her number.

—

Clem has never felt more glad when he gets back to his hotel and phones James that Marcus and Callum are both there. “Norris is trying to make the moves on your wife.” He says immediately seeing Callum’s face. The older blinks at him, “what?” “Yeah, what?” Clem ignores Marcus, “Lando Norris, has got a thing for Pips and he’s getting ballsy.”

The French driver had realized pretty quickly after Lando had weirdly joined her, Jak, Ollie, and himself that he had a crush, he hadn’t expected for it not to be a crush but rather something more. Lando had taken to following her around on race weekends when she was there and it was only today after hearing him try (and fail) to get her number, that it wasn’t a crush but something a bit more for the McLaren driver.

“He tried asking her for her number today. She didn’t give it, but still.” He tells him before swiping to his notes and copying the link he had found during lunch and sending it to Callum. “Saw that during lunch, he’s got heart eyes for her.” The three watch as Callum watches the video, his eyebrows going up as he sees the way Lando looks at his wife.

Marcus whistles peering over Callum’s shoulder. “That’s some serious heart eyes, mate.” “Yeah, I can see that.” He murmurs, looking at the video once more before looking back at Clem. “Was he asking for work or like a date?” “I mean, he tried to say it was for Silverstone, but it was pretty obvious that he really just wanted her number.” “Huh.” His tongue swipes over the inside of his cheek, lips pressing together. “He knows that she’s married. So, yeah ballsy indeed.” “He knows?” “Yeah, she told him at the Spanish GP. Not that it was to me, of course, but he knows.” “Damn, Norris really has a set of balls on him.” James says.

Silverstone 2023

As Lando begins to go back to his family after the sprint race and press, he’s pulled aside and behind Red Bull’s garage by Max and Oscar. The sight of them together is more confusing than being pulled away despite them just being on a podium together.

“Mate,” Max starts and Lando immediately goes on the defensive. “I didn’t do it! Whatever it is, I had no part in it.” Max looks at him unimpressed while Oscar looks vaguely uncomfortable, a face he’s only used to seeing Oscar make when they’re forced to film things together for YouTube too early in the morning. “You need to chill out.” “With what?” He looks at Oscar, but Oscar isn’t looking at him, so he’s forced to look at Max who’s giving him that stupid unimpressed and disappointed look. It’s seriously unfair how good he is at it. “Your heart eyes when Pips interviews you.” Oscar says for Max. “Or when she’s in the general vicinity. Fans are going to start picking up on it and the last thing she needs or McLaren, I’m sure, is that she’s sleeping with a driver to get more opportunities.” “I don’t have heart eyes.” He tries to protest, but it’s half-hearted. “And no one will think that.” “Are you dumb?” The Aussie snaps and he’s finally looking at Lando, but it’s not a look, it’s a glare. The sight makes him swallow and he takes a step back. “You’ve been doing this longer than I have, you damn well know how any woman in motorsports gets treated. Fans start picking up on you looking at her like that and they are going to tear her apart. Say even more that the only reason she gets to interview drivers is because she spreads her legs.” His eyes are wide and they dart over to Max hoping that the older driver will be a little sympathetic maybe get Oscar to stop fucking glaring because where the fuck did he get that from, but the Dutch shakes his head at him.

“She’s worked hard to get here. Don’t ruin her career for something you don’t even have a chance at getting close to.” Lando straightens at the words, jaw twitching and his own eyes narrow at him. “What’s that supposed to mean? I could have a chance.” He raises an eyebrow, sparing a glance at Oscar who nods in return at him. “Really, because Oscar told me she’s married. You want to ruin a marriage?” “You told Max?” He looks at the younger in disbelief, “you knew?” “She’s always been closer with us F2 and F3 drivers, a good few of us know.” “Unbelievable.” He huffs before shaking his head. “It doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t be ruining a marriage anyways. Not when it’s clearly an unhappy one.” The relief that had started to show on their faces drops immediately and now they’re both glaring at him.

“What? She’s like a year older than me, married, and practically no one knows about it. That’s weird. Not really a sign things are going well.” He’s putting all the confidence he can into the words, believing them, unwilling to think that perhaps he’s wrong. “Lando.” Max sighs, shaking his head. “I don’t even know where to start with how dumb and wrong you are.” “You barely know her.” Oscar chimes in. “You’ve had maybe two or three conversations with her outside of interviews. You have no idea whether she’s happy or not.” He presses his lips together, doubt starting to fester in his brain, but he pushes it away. He couldn’t be wrong about this. “Whatever.” He murmurs before shoving past them and walking as fast he can to where his family is waiting for him.

Belgium 2023

Pips can’t help but feel relieved when she doesn’t really see Lando at all on Friday. It was a bit unnerving the way he’d follow her around on the weekends she was there. Always paying attention closely to what she’s doing and saying. It felt unsettling having someone she wasn’t that close to paying so much attention to her.

Her luck however runs out on Sunday when after she finishes talking to Gabriel, wishing him luck in Monza, that he finds her.

“Hey.” He greets. “Hi Lando. Good job today.” “Thanks!” he beams. “I was just curious, are you doing anything for dinner tonight? A few of us are going out in about an hour, you could come.” She smiles apologetically. “I’m getting dinner with Jak, Ollie and their dads.” “Oh,” he looks disappointed for a second before flashing her a smile. “Maybe next time?” “Maybe.” She agrees with a nod, watching him walk away before hightailing it to where the boys and their dads are.

“Sorry David, Tim.” She apologies but they both wave it away with a smile. “What about us?” Ollie cries. “You left us waiting too.” She rolls her eyes at both of them, Jak nodding along with Ollie, before ruffling both of their hair. “Sorry to you two as well. Now, what could I do to convince one or both of you to come to some of the next few races with me?” “You mean after Monza?” Jak asks, as they all get into the car. The only girl not even grimacing as she gets in the middle, between both junior drivers. “Yeah, Singapore, Japan, Qatar. I know you’re both going to be at Austin.” David looks at her in the rearview mirror concerned. “Is everything alright, Pips?” “One of the drivers has got me a bit anxious.” Tim turns in his seat, “he hasn’t tried to,” She stops him before he can continue. “No, and I don’t think he’d do anything. He’s harmless really. I just would like the comfort of having someone familiar with me at the track all the time. I’d pay for your guys' tickets and hotel of course.”

Ollie looks briefly at his dad even though he was an adult and the older man gives him a nod. “I’ll join you. I don’t have anything with the FDA or Prema anyways unless it’s a week with no races.” “Me too. I’ll go.” “And you don’t need to worry about paying for the boys. Red Bull will be thrilled at one of their juniors coming to races that aren’t required or anything, they’ll happily pay for his tickets and hotel.” “And I’ll pay for Ollie’s tickets.” David takes his eyes off the road briefly to share a grin with Tim. “No need for a second room when we know that Ollie will just end up in Jak’s.” Tim and her both laugh while both of the boys make protesting noises. “Or in my room.” She adds. She would sometimes do movie nights with some of the F2 and F3 drivers and inevitably she’d end up with three or four people staying the night.

Later after dinner as Jak and Ollie try to find somewhere to get some ice cream she’s not surprised when David and Tim turn the conversation back to what she told them in the car.

“Are you sure he’s harmless?” She nods at Tim’s concern, “I’m sure. He’s just paying a lot of attention to me and it’s a bit off putting y’know since I don’t really know him.” “If he does anything,” David starts but she stops him. “If he does anything, it wouldn’t matter. Especially if it’s,” she pauses, unsure of how to say it, “unsavory.” she ends up settling on. “I couldn’t say anything, not if I’d still want a career in motorsports. But I don’t think it's like that at all. He seems to be more trying to figure me out than trying to ask me out or something.” She laughs.

The idea really was laughable, Lando having feelings for her and asking her out. She wasn’t exactly sure why he was paying so much attention to her but it couldn’t be because he had feelings for her. Especially since he knew she was married.

“Tell Callum, yeah?” David says. “He’ll want to know why you’ve got the boys with you.” “We’ve got a planned call before I go to bed. I’ll tell him then.” “Good.”

—

“Hello, darling.” She smiles, scooting back a little in the bathtub. “Hey, Cal.” “What are you doing?” “Taking a bath.” He groans and she can’t help but laugh. “Fuck, I’m jealous.” “You could take a bath too.” She laughs, pulling her phone away to put it on speaker and setting it on the bath sill. “But it wouldn’t be the same without you here. I miss you washing my hair.” She can hear him pouting and a fond smile pulls at her lips. “I miss it too. I miss you.” She sighs. “Next year will be better.” He reminds her. “Only F2 weekends when I don’t have a race and then the US races and Yas Marina.” “Yeah, next year will be a lot nicer.” She draws one of her legs up, swirling her fingers in the bubbles that are lingering on her skin.

“What’d you do today?” “An Oval test, other sim work. Nothing too exciting. How was dinner?” She frowns, reminded of the conversation she had with David and Tim. “It was good. It’s always nice to see David and Tim. Ollie and Jak were buzzing about.” She bites at her lip. “Actually speaking of the boys, they’ll be coming with me to the next three races I go too.” “Singapore, Japan, and Qatar? Did something happen?” She swallows harshly, knowing that Callum wouldn’t like what she had to say. “I’ve been feeling a little uncomfortable the past few race weekends. My anxiety’s been a bit high.” “Darling.” He breathes and the emotion in his voice makes her blink away tears. “One of the drivers has been watching me a lot. Like nonstop. If he’s around he’s got his eyes on me and it’s just unsettling. I barely know him and he just keeps looking at me.” “Are you alright?” “Yeah,” she nods even though he can’t see her. “I kind of feel like I’m overreacting, but I just, I don’t know, Cal. The whole thing feels weird.” She wraps her arms around herself, wishing that she wasn’t alone but with Callum so he could hold her. She could really do with one of his hugs. “I don’t think he’ll do anything, it doesn’t seem like he’s looking at me because he’s interested but more because he’s trying to figure me out?” Her voice gets a little high at the end, not sure if she’s making any sense.

“Who is it?” “Lando.” She doesn’t know what to expect from Callum but she wasn’t expecting what she got. “Shit.” He curses. “Callum?” “He has a thing for you.” “What? No.” “Pips, I promise, one hundred percent he’s got a thing for you. Clem noticed it a while ago but only told me during Austria.” “Austria?” “Fuck,” he curses again. “I’m sorry, I should’ve told you, but I mean I didn't really think he was going to do anything. I mean Clem said he was getting a little ballsy, trying to get your number.” “He never tried getting my,” she stops remembering the awkward conversation at Miami and then the one at Austria. “Oh my god.”

It’s silent between them for a few moments, Callum letting her wrap her head around it.

“Do you want me to go with as well? Join Ollie and Jak.” “No.” She murmurs before saying it again a bit louder. “I’ll be okay with Jak and Ollie. They know that I’m uncomfortable and it's because of a driver, they won’t leave me alone.” “If you change your mind, tell me and I’ll fly straight there. I don’t care if you’ve only got a day left of the weekend.” “Of course.”

“Are you sure you’re alright?” “Yeah, it’s just weird now knowing that he likes me. I mean you can’t really help who you get a crush on, but he knows I’m married. He knows I’m not available but he’s still paying so much attention to me. It’s just odd.” She ends up settling on. “Do you want me to change your flight?” “Please.” “I’ll do it right now.”

Singapore 2023

“Max!” She greets, smiling at the driver. “How are you doing today?” “I’m doing well. I see you have some assistants today.” He gestures to Jak and Ollie and she nods. “Yes, I’m afraid that I stole one of your junior drivers and an FDA driver as well.” “And is Jak being helpful? If he isn’t you tell me and I’ll make sure he’s stuck doing sim work for a week.” He jokes, making Jak gasp while both her and Ollie laugh. “He’s been a wonder. But let’s talk about Monza, a tough race for you.” “Little bit, it was a change of pace for sure. But you know, I enjoyed it.” He smiles. “Good and I’ve heard you didn’t celebrate breaking a monumentous record. Not even an ice cream? Chocolate? Perhaps buying yourself a new part for your sim setup?” “Ah! You remembered. No, still haven’t bought the part, I need to though soon, so that way I’m not bored when the season ends.” “Heaven forbid we have a bored Max Verstappen.” “Exactly, but I did actually have some chocolate to celebrate. It was good.” He tells her.

“Do you mind if I ask you a question, Max?” Ollie speaks up and she shifts a little to the side so the microphone can pick up his voice better. “Of course.” “Could you teach me how to make a stroopwafel?” “That’s your question? You can ask me anything Ollie, really, I don’t mind.” “No, could you teach me?” Max looks at her and laughs at the exasperated look on her face but can’t help nod. “You know what, yeah. Next time you're in England, I’ll teach both you and Jak how to make a stroopwafel.” “Could I join to film it? Because you don’t know how to make stroopwafels.” She laughs. “I’m Dutch, I definitely know how to make a stroopwafel.” “Sure, Max. Sure.”

“Could I ask a question?” Jak asks and Max nods again, ignoring his press officer that had approached him. “You’ve proven that you’re really good at geography. Do you think if you got dropped randomly somewhere in Milton Keynes, blindfolded, you could find your way to the factory in less than an hour?” “Jak,” she tries to scold, but she’s laughing too hard and the American smiles at her. “What Pips? He said he’s good at geography, I just want to know how good.” “They should become staples.” Max gestures at them, an amused smile on his face before he turns his attention to Jak. “I’d like to say yes, but I have no idea. I only really know my apartment and the factory around Milton Keynes, that's it.” He tells him, before looking at her. “So you're not good at geography.” Jak says, but she speaks over him, both Max and her ignoring him. “Thank you so much, Max and you’ll have this to look forward to for the next two races as well.” “Really?” “Yeah.” He turns to his press officer, voice just barely loud enough for the microphone to pick up. “I’m on her schedule for the next two races right?” The press officer nods and he grins. “Amazing. See you guys next week.”

As Max walks away, Ollie shuts the camera off and she shakes her head. “Please don’t do that with all the drivers.” She warns. “We won’t. Max is always down to joke around with us.” She nods, before grinning at the two. “You got something good for Charles?” “Oh yeah.” Jak nods, grinning. “Awesome.” She tells them, holding both of her hands up for high fives.

—

“I can’t believe the Red Bull streak is over.” Ollie murmurs, leaning against her as she puts her camera in its bag before putting it in her tote. “They’ll be back next week. This was just a one off.” Jak says confidently. “I don’t know,” the younger draws out, straightening. “I mean Ferrari could perform well in Japan.” “Yeah, if they don’t make a bad call.” Ollie fake scowls before launching himself at Jak who’s sitting on the couch opposite of hers.

She shakes her head as the two start wrestling, quickly falling off of the couch and onto the floor and she’s never been happier that there wasn’t a coffee table between two couches.

“Wish I had their energy.” A voice speaks from behind her before the couch is dipping beside her as someone sits. “Don’t we all?” She jokes, turning her head to give Lando an awkward smile before looking back at the boys. “Congratulations on P2. It was a good race. You did an amazing job.” “Thanks. Did they have team duties?” “No.” She shakes her head, crossing her ankles as his eyes focus on the side of her face. “They didn’t have anything to do for their teams or academies so I asked them to come with me, keep me company.” “I would’ve kept you company.” Her eyes widen for a moment and smile flickering, but she quickly pastes it back on, smiling at him for a second. “Wouldn’t be much company with free practices, press, and such.” “Well if you ever want some adult company, I’m available.” Her breathing stutters at the words adult company, at the emphasis on adult, a weird sick sense of dread filling her stomach. She had to be imagining that right? The way his voice lowered, the slight drawn out syllable. And for the first time she regrets not wearing her wedding ring for a totally different reason than normal.

Before she has to force herself to respond and god what would she even say to that, her name is being called by two voices and her attention snaps back to them.

“He bruised me!” They both whine at her, standing now with near identical pouts on their faces. She sighs and hopes that Lando can’t hear the relief in it as she stands. “Alright, you two. Let’s get some food and get to bed. We’ve got a long day ahead of us tomorrow.” “Oh, please.” Jak groans, pout disappearing at the mention of food. Ollie is the same, eyes alight with excitement. “Do you think we could get pizza?” “We’re not getting pizza in Singapore, Ollie!” Jak protests.

As the three begin to walk out of the room, she barely remembers to throw a half hearted wave goodbye over her shoulder at Lando. Leaving him looking after her with disappointment.

Japan 2023

Lando watches her the whole weekend, waiting for her to be alone, but if one of the F2 drivers isn't with her, they both are. She’s never left alone and he wonders if perhaps he came on a little too strong in Singapore, the high of the podium giving him a confidence like no other. Regret bubbles in him. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable or upset. It was the last thing that he wanted.

But he never gets the chance to apologize and he can only hope that in Qatar that he’ll get the opportunity.

Qatar 2023

She nearly doesn’t go to Qatar. Not when she had over a week that was just Callum, her, and their families. It makes her crave what next year and season will bring. She does end up going, meeting Jak and Ollie at the airport and despite not wanting to leave Callum, she doesn’t regret it one bit.

Qatar has always been one of her favorite places to go for races. It may have only been introduced to Formula 1 in 2021, but she had been going there since 2017 for different races like Motocross and Superbike.

It’s the only race that she only attends the Saturday and Sunday of, despite it being a sprint weekend. And despite only attending the last two days, she doesn’t manage to avoid Lando.

The boys are just a bit ahead of her, listening to Max as he talks to them about sim racing, when Lando approaches her.

“I wanted to apologize.” She jumps at the sound of his voice out of nowhere, nearly tripping over her own feet. “What?” “I want to apologize for Singapore. I came on really strong and it wasn’t my intention to make you uncomfortable but I did. I’m sorry, I’ll do my best to keep some distance.” She barely knows what to say to that. “Thank you.” She settles on. “I appreciate it and I’d appreciate some distance.” “Oh,” he looks surprised by her ask and she returns her attention to the boys in front of her. Charles now having joined Max and them, and she can faintly hear Max and Charles squabbling like children over a strategy for an F2 race. “Lando, I’m married.” She hates that she needs to remind him of that fact, that it’s a fact so easily forgettable to him. “I’m not available. And I apologize if I’ve ever acted or given you a signal that I was.” “I know you’re married.” “If you know, then maybe you shouldn’t be hitting on a married woman.” And before he can reply she’s jogging to catch up to the four in front, telling Max and Charles that they’re strategies are both shit. The statement earns her squawks in protest while Ollie and Jak laugh.

Austin 2023

“My OG boys!” She crows as James focuses her camera on her as she rests her arm over Marcus’ shoulder and the other over Callum’s. “Reunited at last.” She sighs. Marcus sighs back, face scrunching up a bit. “Sadly.” Callum grins down at her as she fake glares at Marcus who immediately laughs. “But I thought we were your boys?” Jak says, gesturing between himself and Ollie, James swinging the camera to look at them. “No, no.” She says, removing her arms from the Indycar drivers and gathering the two F2 drivers in a hug. “They are my boys, you two are my little babies.” She coos and is surprised when they don’t protest or jokingly squirm away since a camera is on them. Completely missing that overhead Jak is giving the Indycar drivers a smug look while Ollie sticks his tongue at them.

James films them for another moment, before switching the camera off and handing it off to Callum.

“I forgot how much you baby them.” Callum teases her, when she finally returns to his side. “Good practice.” She teases in return, watching as he practically blue screens. “Gross.” Marcus remarks, nose wrinkling as he realizes why Callum has frozen up. “You can’t talk about it, don’t do it.” She tells the barely younger man. “Oh, I can talk about it, I just don’t want to think about you two doing it.” “He says as he just says the word it.” Callum chuckles, brushing a hand over the small of her back. “Well, I can talk more about it than either of them can.” He gestures to the two teenagers. She raises a brow, hearing a low chuckle from her husband as he realizes that she’s about to do something.

“Hey, Ollie.” She calls and he looks over at her, an eyebrow raised. “You have some condoms with you right?” Marcus chokes on his own spit and James turns a little red. “Yes.” He snorts. “I doubt I’ll be having sex this weekend though.” She gives a pointed look at Marcus when he says the word sex. “Never know, Ollie. Never know.” “I hate you so much.” Marcus mumbles and she just grins.

—

“Marcus, Callum. Good to see you both.” Charles greets, shaking both of their hands as the small group watches Pips interview Daniel, the Ferrari driver next in line. “Good to see ya, mate.” Marcus smiles. Callum and him may have both had a rough time at the FDA, but Charles had always been kind and nice to them, even after. “How are you liking Indycar, Marcus? I’ve seen a couple of races.” “It’s good. You probably don’t remember what an F2 car feels like, but it’s a hell of alot smoother than that thing.” He laughs, giving him one of those shit winks he has. “I can vaguely remember.” He turns his attention to Callum, not minding that the driver has his eyes firmly on the girl in front of them. “And how are you? I saw the uh, whole twitter thing.” Callum flashes him a quick smile, trying not to show how bothered he still somewhat is by the whole thing. “I’m alright. Been better with my twitter being private and all.” “Good, good.” He nods, then seeing Daniel step away, he excuses himself for his own interview.

“She’s got Gasly tomorrow right?” The British driver makes a humming noise. “Logan and Norris as well.” “Ooh, last name basis now?” Callum throws him a look. “If he’s going to refer to the boys that way, yes.” He looks at him in disbelief. “Still?” When he nods, Marcus runs a hand over his face. “Jesus christ. He’s a bit of a disaster isn’t he?” “More so just caught up in this and Quadrant. Imagine if Max ever goes back, he’ll interact again, but we’ll see.” “So, don’t hold my breath.” He snorts, watching as Charles attempts to explain the tyre strategy. “Yeah, don’t hold your breath.”

—

Lando can’t help but frown when as soon as he’s answered her last question and she’s thanked him, she’s turning her camera off, already stepping further back from him. “I’m not going to do anything.” Her head snaps up to look at him, disbelief on her features and he nearly smacks himself as he realizes what he said. “Fuck, I, mean, I didn’t,” he stutters about feeling warm and he can feel the two Indy drivers she’s close with watching him closely, which makes it worse. Blood rushed to his face and he’s thankful he’s still got a bit of tan, harder to tell when he’s flustered. “I’m sorry, I didn't think.” “Seems to be a common occurrence.” The jab should make him wince, but he can’t help but laugh. It was true, had gotten him into a fair amount of trouble with PR. “Not really like you need brains to drive, right?” He expects her to laugh, like everyone else does when he makes the joke, though there is a bit of truth to the statement depending on the driver. But the disbelief is back on her face and she just shakes her head. “Good luck in Mexico, Lando. I’ll see you for an interview in Brazil.” “You’re not going to Mexico?” She shakes her head and unscrews the camera from its tripod, placing it carefully in her tote. “No, but I wish you luck.” “Did you mean that?” “What?”

He bites at the inside of his bottom lip, nerves making him feel a bit jittery, but he wants to know, has to know, that despite him constantly putting his foot in his mouth, saying the wrong thing and making her uncomfortable, if she means it. “When you wish me good luck, do you mean it? Are you actually hoping I’ll do well?” Her lips thin as she folds down the tripod and he’s holding his breath waiting for an answer. “Anytime I tell a driver good luck, I mean it.” It’s general, detached, but something surges in him, because every interview at the end she’s wished him luck. And he knows that she doesn’t do that with every driver, in fact some drivers, he doesn’t think he’s ever heard her wish good luck. “Great.” The word comes out a little breathless and he can feel himself flush more. “I mean, amazing, that's good, I, thank you.” He ends up settling on, feeling like he’s on fire. “You’re welcome.”

Brazil 2023

She giggles as he pulls her back onto the bed, this time however his arms are still tight around her, keeping her close. “Callum, I have to go.” “No.” He whines, rolling over and taking her with him, so that she’s in between him and the bed. Unable to stop a small smirk from forming at the way her legs immediately separate to make space for him. “You should stay here with me today. Just us.” He murmurs, bending down to hover his lips over her neck. “All alone together in this bed. Room service when we need some energy.” She hums, the idea more than appealing. “It does sound good.” She presses a kiss to his lips. “Yeah?” “Yeah.” She smiles, before nudging two of her fingers into his ribs. The sensation makes him yell as he rolls off her, arms coming up to protect his ribs and she takes the opportunity to get off and away from the bed.

“Pips,” he groans, rubbing at the spot she hurt him. “What was that for?” “I have to go to the track. I have work.” She tells him. “But it’s a Thursday. Nothing good happens on a Thursday.” “Well, this one is different.” He eyes her, really taking note of what she’s wearing. He had thought it odd how dressed up she was getting for a simple media day, but some days she liked doing that. Dressing to the near nines for the hell of it. “You got an important interview.” She smiles and he’s standing up, crossing the room to kiss her.

“You never said.” “I was expecting them to cancel.” She admits, still not sure why they reached out to see if she’d want to do an interview. She knew part of it was PR, but still didn’t make sense that they choose her, when there were other content creators involved with motorsports, ones at that, that spent far more time on F1, but they had chosen her. She also couldn’t help but be glad that her interview with him would take place after her interviews with everyone else. When the track was starting to wind down from the press. “Who is it with?” He asks. “I mean, am I allowed to know who it is?” “Of course you’re allowed to know.” She laughs, brushing her fingers through his hair. It was getting to be a bit long. She’d have to find someplace for him to get his haircut before Yas Marina. “It’s Christian.” His eyes widened. “Horner?” “Yeah.” “Fuck.” He swears, blinking. “I mean, shit.” He laughs. “Are you ready for this? Get enough breakfast? Got your notebook?” He starts patting at his thighs where his wallet would be if he was wearing jeans. “Do you need me to get you some coffee? Drive you to the track?” He glances down when he realizes he’s not wearing anything but boxers, cursing, before looking around the room for some jeans. He doesn’t notice the way she’s looking at him at first. Eyes soft and filled with light and love. Smile fond and infatuated. But then her hand is grasping at his arm, tugging lightly until he turns around at the sound of his name.

She presses forward, kissing him and his hands drop the jeans he had just found, grabbing at her waist.

“I’m so in love with you, Callum Ilott.” She breathes when they separate, unable to not smile, heart beating a little fast at how much she loves this man, her husband. “I’m in love with you too, Pips Ilott.” She laughs, remembering how she nearly signed their marriage certificate with Pips instead of her actual name. “Dinner when I get back?” He nods, stealing another kiss from her. “I’ll have something ordered from somewhere for us.” “Thank you.” “Of course.” He tells her, before tapping her ass with a wink and letting his hands fall away. “Now go and knock his socks off.” She shakes her head, laughing a little, but moves to pick up her tote. “I’ll put in a word about Indycar for you.” “If you don’t leave,” he starts. “I’m going, I’m going.” She laughs, grabbing her key card before opening the hotel room door. “I will put in a word for you though, love you!” She tells him, closing the door behind her. ‘Love you too!” He responds, despite the door being closed as he shakes his head.

“I’m so fucking lucky you married me.” He murmurs, knowing that she wasn’t joking about bringing up Indycar to the team principal.

—

She can’t help but beam as she leaves and starts to walk towards the track’s exit. Her interview with Christian, went well, really well. She had even managed to get him to talk about his less than savory comment about women in motorsports without getting shut down. And she nearly does a little dance as she nears the gates, she hadn’t even had to bring up Indycar, Christian doing it for her.

It had been off camera as he asked her about how she liked Indycar and there had been a keen interest in his eyes as they talked about the sport for a good ten or so minutes. She did her best not to think about how he told her to give her husband his best. She wasn’t surprised that his team and or Red Bull’s had done their due diligence on her.

“You’re certainly happy.” She smiles at Lando, the sight of him not even dampening her mood. “I had a very good interview.” “Oh, something good to watch out for?” “Only if you like Red Bull.” His nose wrinkles at that. “Red Bull? Really?” “You don’t just turn down an opportunity to interview Christian Horner, Lando.” “Holy shit. Really?” She nods, still beaming and he can’t help but smile back at her. “That’s fucking nuts. Congrats.” “Thanks.” She laughs, adjusting her tote. “Could I buy you a drink? Help you celebrate a little?” He offers, wanting to continue seeing her like this. Happy and like she was floating with it. She shakes her head, “I’ve got dinner to get to. But thank you Lando.” “Of course.” He murmurs. “And congratulations again.” She flashes him another smile, before walking through the gates, eager to get back to Callum and tell him all about it.

Yas Marina 2023

Lando pats Oscar on the back, happy for his teammate who had managed to get on the podium again. A nice P3, compared to his P5. And he had managed to finish within the top ten of the driver standings for his rookie season, finishing at ninth, while Lando himself finished eighth.

“You happy that the season is over?” He asks, as Oscar starts to change out of his fireproofs and race suit. The Aussie shrugs. “I mean, I guess. Will be nice to not be a rookie next year. I’m just happy to go back home for a bit. Spend some time with Lily.” “I’m surprised she’s not here.” Oscar pauses as he pulls on some pants, “she’s with Fred and them.” “Fred?” Oscar rolls his eyes. “Vesti, the guy that managed to win the F2 championship despite it nearly being impossible.” “Ah.” Lando nods, the name ringing a bell now.

He had seen a little bit of the races, knew that Pourchaire retiring nearly halfway through the sprint race had been a bit of a whatever, but then on the third lap of the feature race he had to retire after a crash between him and some other driver, he thinks Stanek.

He eyes Oscar who’s on his phone, texting he thinks by the way his thumb is moving across the lower part of the screen. “Have you seen Pips? I wanted to say hi to her.” “Lando,” “Honestly.” He holds his hands open. “I just want to say hi and tell her how much I liked the Horner interview.” Oscar narrows his eyes, looking at him. “She’s with some current and former F2 drivers right now, friends, and girlfriends. We’re all going out to dinner.” He glances down at his phone, before looking back at Lando. “If you want you can come with.” “Really?” “As long as you promise to be on your best behavior.” Lando grins at him. “Can do.” He rolls his eyes, slipping his phone into his back pocket while grabbing for his wallet. “Also, on the ride there, maybe look at the F2 line up for this year and 2021’s. It’s rude to call people by their last names, when you should know their first.” He flushes at the words, but nods. “Yeah, I’ll do that.”

—

Pips has never been so thankful for James' management skills as the large group of fifteen settles around a table in a private room of a restaurant. There’s a few empty places still around it, but there’s only two more people they’re waiting for, Oscar and Logan.

A bunch of different conversations are in the room but everyone stops to cheer when Oscar and Logan enter the room. “We’re not worthy!” Clem shouts, with a laugh taking another drink of wine. Logan rolls his eyes, but grins, sitting on the other side of Jak. Oscar quickly moves to Lily’s side, pressing a kiss to her cheek before sitting next to her. “Brought along a guest.” He tells everyone. She looks over at the entrance for the private dining room but before she can react, Callum is taking her hand in his under the table, squeezing it. “Well, you know us. The more the merrier.” James jokes, waving the British formula one driver over, motioning for him to take a seat.

Lando claps Fred on the shoulder as he passes by him, the Dane sitting at the head of the table. “Congrats on the championship, mate. Was nuts to watch.” “Thank you, Lando. Congratulations to you as well for the season.”

“Please tell me I’m not going to have to watch him hit on you.” Marcus murmurs to her, leaning over Callum to do so as they watch Lando sit on the other side of the table just two seats down. She sends him a look, shaking her head. “No. Crowds seem to deter him.” Marcus laughs at that, so does Lissie having heard it as well, while Callum shakes his head with a smile.

“You going to be okay?” Callum’s voice is just a murmur, Lissie having thankfully distracted Marcus. “Yeah.” She squeezes his hand. “Besides, I’ve got you haven’t I?” He smiles, running a finger over her wedding band and ring, an odd but pleasant sensation to the both of them. “Always.”

“Your interview with Horner was really good.” “Thank you.” She was a little surprised that Lando had seen it already. It hadn’t even been out for a week. “Was there anything cut that you wish could have made it in?” She shakes her head. “No. There were some cuts made for pacing, but during the interview we didn’t talk about anything that needed to be cut.” “And after?” Lando asks, fishing a little. She shrugs, “NDA.” “You had to sign an NDA?” “Yeah, and it was a good one, wasn’t it Pips?” “It was a bit more serious than I’m used to.” She allows before smiling at James. “And thank you for letting me borrow Evan again.” “He was more than happy too.”

“You’ve signed NDA’s before?” She nods, looking at Lando a little confused. “Yeah. I had to sign one when we did that interview in Silverstone for McLaren. It’s really basic just making sure that if I overhear anything I don’t talk about it with anyone, especially competitors. Williams had me sign an identical one before I interviewed Logan in Miami.” “Ron says hi, by the way.” Logan pipes in, grinning at her. “Tell Ron to focus on his actual granddaughter.” The American laughs but nods, turning his attention back to the conversation he was in.

“I didn’t realize.” “It’s part of the job. I don’t mind it. Have you had an NDA given to you yet, Lissie?” The younger girl nods. “Yeah, a few. Chip gave me one after Marcus and I disclosed.” “Those are fun aren’t they?” She groans, leaning a bit over Marcus. “It was absurdly long and convoluted. I’ve never seen anything like it.” “I had the same thing.”

“I don’t remember any large NDA’s.” Callum says, brows drawn together. “Remember that binder I got, it was green.” “Oh.” His eyes widen and then his nose scrunches up. “God, that was long. What on earth did they think you were going to talk about with other people?” She shrugs, “They weren’t exactly wrong considering my conversation at Red Bull.” “Well, what did you talk about at Red Bull?” Marcus asks, eyeing the couple. Her hands go a bit in the air, before one goes up to her face, zipping her mouth shut. Marcus narrows his eyes at her, before turning his attention to Callum. “Do you know?” He shrugs. “I don’t know. Do I know?” “I hate you two.” Marcus says after a moment, the few other people listening in laughing. “I mean, really. You two are perfect for each other. Couldn’t think of a better match or married couple.” She laughs before smiling at her husband. “Ah, you hear that honey? We’re perfect for each other.” “Only took him five years to admit it.”

“You two are married?” She freezes at the weird tone in Lando’s voice, the whole room quieting and she can see James looking at Marcus, before she turns her head to look at Lando. “Yeah, we have been for two years, closer to three.” “He’s your husband?” Eyes widen all around the table and she rests a hand on Callum’s thigh. “Yes, he is. And he’s the best husband anyone could ask for.” Her tone is warning, hoping he won’t say anything worse. She wouldn't stand for anyone trying to say that Callum didn’t deserve her. “Wow.” Lando murmurs, before smiling the best he can at the both of them. “Congratulations to you two. Can I ask why all the secrecy?” “We just weren’t ready to share.” She tells him.

“Did you just say weren’t?” Clem interrupts Lando, before the Brit can say anything. “Holy fuck.” James says, catching the way Callum and Pips smile at each other. “You two are coming out.” He makes a face at the words. “I’d reword that one.” She presses her face into his shoulder at the look Marcus gives him, stifling a laugh. The Kiwi was most definitely going to continue calling it their coming out now. “You two are actually going public. I can’t believe it.” She shakes her head at the disbelief in Marcus’ voice, “you knew this was coming. We want kids, other than Jak and Ollie,” she quickly adds on before either of the boys can protest. “And we don’t want to worry about hiding our relationship and the pregnancy or them.” “I better be godfather.” He tells her. “Me as well.” “Same here.” “I definitely should get godfather.” “We’ll share a kid.”

“How many kids do you think we’re having exactly?” Callum asks, looking at everyone who had spoken in disbelief. “Nine.” “Ten.” “Seven, definitely seven.” “Five?”

“Logan!” Her eyes are wide as she stares at the American. “I’m guessing that you don’t want ten.” “No.” She shakes her head. “Can you imagine? We have to think of the possibility of them all wanting to do karting and paying for that. Ten karting careers is way too many.” “It’s also three by the way.” Oscar says, taking a drink after. “Though if the last ends up being multiples and they end up with four or five, that’s fine.” “How do you know that?” James asks. “Lily.” “Nah, see, that's girlfriend privilege. Unfair advantage. I want him out of the running for godfather.” James points at Oscar as he looks at the two of them. They share a look, before looking at James. “Yeah, we haven’t decided anything. And there’s still about a year and a half until anything gets decided, so we can’t put him out of the running yet. Unless of course, he doesn’t want to be godfather.” Callum says. “Oh, I absolutely want to be in the running.” James points at him again. “Unfair advantage.”

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First Kiss (Race 5)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (1.9k words, angst, description of a car crash, drunk lance, fluffy ending) [@v3lnys @biancathecool] {I picked David Coulthard to be the cause of the crash because he DNF in Europe 2006 and bc he's no stranger to being yelled at for crashes, LMAO}

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Lance walked back into the paddock, engaged in a conversation with Nico. He had yet to get his actual drivers liscense out of pure laziness so the German was left to drive them almost everywhere together.

"Thanks again" Lance laughed, feeling slightly bad for making Nico be his personal chauffeur.

"Don't thank me, I only do it so people believe our PR friendships real" He joked, nudging the taller man with his elbow

"Ow" Lance frowned, clutching his heart "Words hurt, Rosberg" He looked down, trying to hide the smile on his face

"Cmon, daddy didn't tell you he's paying me for this?"

"No way, are we both being paid?" Lance looked up, the fake shocked expression on his face earning a laugh from his teammate

Qualifying was okay, Nico secured 9th and Lance got 12th (after a minor chassis problem that caused him to have to pit for half of quali)

Lance should've been upset but he didn't mind, he'd been in front of Nico most of the season so far so he was looking forward to letting his teammate shine.

Of course he wanted to win like everyone else in F1 but the last thing he was going to do was let it ruin personal relationships he was building, work was completely different than home, his friends were different than the coworkers he knew.

He greeted Nico warmly, congratulating him as Quali ended, wishing him good luck on the race the next day.

Fernando came over not long after, having secured pole position.

"Lancito, good job today" He hummed, patting the Canadian on the back

"I'm convinced I could get p30 and you'd still congratulate me" Lance laughed, wrapping his arm around the Spaniard

"It takes a lot of skill to do so bad they have to make a new space for you" Fernando shook his head, his lips slightly curved up as he spoke

"I'm just saving all my energy for the race when I overtake you"

"Oh, really? I'll keep an eye out for you then, mi sol" He said, eyes only leaving Lance when he heard his name being called, his engineer needing him "Good luck tomorrow, Lancito. Let's get you points again, eh?"

Lance nodded, watching as the older man left, feeling his heart flutter in his chest as he thought about how he was looking up at him. It felt nice having someone to admire in the sport as much as Lance admired Fernando, he was a great driver.

Time passed faster than Lance thought it would, before Lance knew it he was lined up on the grid, eyes scanning the cars around him, David Coulthard in p11 next to him.

As the lights went out and the race begun he sent it, overtaking into p10 almost straight away, Coulthard close behind him.

It stayed this way for a few laps, the Brit almost on his rear wing as they raced, he was just trying to keep him there.

It seemed as if everything was going according to plan until the pair reached turn 14 once more, Coulthard was sure he'd be able to overtake, speeding up and reaching Lances side just to be met with their wheels touching, Lance could feel it in his body as the drivers car made contact with his, his left back tire practically flying off his car as he spun out of controll, David losing his front wing as Lance spun of the track, causing him to pull off as well, tire losing air as both cars came to a stop.

They were on opposite sides of the track, the asphalt between them stopping any conversations from happening.

Once he reached the Racing Point garage he was quick to storm down the pit lane, tearing off his helmet and balaclava as he found his way to the Red Bull garage, Brad trying to stop the fuming Canadian

"Lance, Lance stop it. Come back to the garage we need to-"

"Fuck off, Okay? This is a fucking sport and a part of that is talking it out after shit like this happens. Believe me, I have some things to say to Coulthard." He practically spat, not meaning to take his anger out on his engineer but he was the closest one there

They reached the garage, a crowd forming as the two began speaking

"Do you feel better now? Fighting with me over tenth place knowing damn well neither of us were in the position to earn points anyways?"

"I know you're a rookie so you might not get it yet but part of RACING is OVERTAKING, I was doing what I'm here to do."

"You're here to destroy my car and run me off the fucking track? Really? I find that hard to fucking believe, Coulthard."

"Oh come on, Lance. We all know your daddy doesn't have a problem with fixing your mistakes. That's how you got the seat, right? Daddy knew you fuck up too much to get a seat so he bought two for you and Keke Rosbergs son."

"You have a lot of fucking nerve, Coulthard. You know that?" Lance got closer, he already wasn't finishing the race so how much harm would a little physical contact outside of the car cause?

By now both of the teams where trying to stop the drivers, yelling and trying to get between the two men, blinded by anger towards one another

The race was slowly finishing, Fernando ending up in p2 as the fight was still going on, Lance screaming into the 35 year olds face as he scoffed, refusing to apologize, Lance didn't think of himself as a violent person but he wasn't going to stand around and let some ugly arrogant prick disrespect him and refuse to admit the crash was his fault.

"YOU RUINED THE RACE FOR THE BOTH OF US." All he wanted was for that to get through the Englishmans thick fucking skull "God, you're a fucking fils de pute." He spoke under his breath, astonished at the audacity of the racer "You know, for someone who's been racing for twelve years and hasn't even come close to a world championship you sure are a stuck up cunt."

And with that Lance was finally pulled away from the garage, David Coulthard having nothing to say in response.

Lance felt like he was getting scolded for hours, even if it was only 15 minutes, the team trying to explain how he shouldn't have done that even if it was Coulthards fault

"Lancito?" He heard a familiar voice, being snapped away from his thoughts as he shot up, leaving members of the team in the middle of their sentences to go to Fernando

"Thank fucking god you're here. Are you thirsty? I'd kill for a drink right now"

"Lancito, Are you sure drinking is the best thing for you to do now?" He questioned as if he wasn't still following behind him

"What, do you think I'm being dramatic too?" He scoffed, stopping in his tracks to turn back to Fernando, he looked mad to anyone else but Fernando knew he was just hurt, Lance hated crashes, hated not finishing, hated disappointing people, and even though the last thing Fernando was was disappointed in the boy he knew Lance would still think he was.

"Let's get you that drink, mi sol. Getting your mind off it will help, eh?"

Lance expected to be taken to some cheap place around the city but instead Fernando drove them back to his hotel, deciding it'd be better to let Lance cause a scene in his hotel room rather than in some German bar.

The two drank together, Lances lack of experience and tollerance when it came to alcohol being painfully obvious.

"He's such a prick" Lance slurred, his voice more whiney than usual

"I know, Lancito, He really is." Fernando hummed, leaning back in his chair as his eyes stayed on the Canadian

"You're like my guardian angel, Nando, y'know?" Lance looked at him, lips slightly curved before he began speaking again "Never stop congratualting me, please, it-" hiccup "It means a lot"

Fernando just nodded, setting down his glass

"I-" He stopped abruptly, drinking more "I love doing good, when I do good I know you'll be proud of me" He ran his fingers through his hair, annoyed at the long strands covering his vision "I'm sorry- I'm sorry I'm not the best, Nando" He confessed, looking over at the Spaniard "I don't deserve my seat, but- but it's okay because I get to see you, I love seeing you win, it makes what people say about me worth it when I'm the first one you come to after the podium"

Fernando just listened, not saying much as it became more and more evident Lance would forget it all by the next morning anyway

"I-" hiccup " I love seeing you walk to me, passing all the girls, they're so pretty, it makes no sense why you walk past them for me, but i love it, seeing you ignore them and look at me like I'm prettier than all of them" hiccup

He smiled, not being able to help it as he heard the younger ramble on, glad he was no longer stuck on being upset about the crash

"Don't stop, Nando"

"Hm?" Fernando hummed, watching Lance set down his glass. He took that as a chance to stand up and snatch it away, figuring the younger man had drank enough. Fernando and Lance were now closer, Fernando looking down at Lance as he awaited a response

"Looking at me like this, taking care of me how you do, please don't leave me, Nando" He begged, reaching out for the Spaniards arm "Promise me you'll never stop congratulating me after races, please Nando, I need you."

He was taken aback by the sudden change in tone Lance had brought to the conversation. Fernando swallowed dryly, staring back at the Canadian, he looked gorgeous, the waves of his hair messily laying across his face, the lighting hitting him just right to show off the gorgeous colour of his eyes

"Let's get you to bed, Lance." He whispered, helping him stand up as he walked with him to his bed, pulling back the covers with one hand while he held Lance with the other, surprised at how light the Canadian really was

He sat Lance down, kneeling to take off his shoes before instructing him to lay down and pulling the covers back up.

"Goodnight, Lancito" He whispered, brushing the hair from his face as the Canadian hummed a response, not fighting sleep as it took over him surprisingly fast

Fernando on the other hand was fighting, not sleep, but the feelings Lance brought to light with his drunken words. He hadn't thought much of it before, sure he felt different with Lance than he did with his other friends but he was so much younger that he figured he was just taking a more mature role in the friendship. Now he wasn't so sure.

[sedicisantidote]

I will NEVER shut up about how charles is not only one of the fastest drivers ever be it quali or race, but he is also one of the most intelligent drivers, like this is all just 3d chess for him, he can gauge his opponents car placements, think of his moves one-two laps ahead, and figure out others' strategies and come up with a plan instantly

Like we saw today, he guessed what fernando was doing, managed his tyres accordingly because he knew fernando was going to push at the end, never let him get close enough, all of which resulted in him being on the podium, in a car with worse tyre degradation and against one of the best drivers.

He is just so brilliant and like i get it, he's a bit of no thoughts head empty guy sometimes off track but he is NOT an idiot!! he is so underrated it makes my head hurt sometimes.

He is a fucking mastermind and a genius, he can react to challenges as they happen on the spot without losing time, you can't learn that, you either have it or you don't and he has it in spades!!

some other examples include (2017 bahrain sprint - he was thinking of what he was gonna do in two laps time while doing overtakes and then pulling off the later overtakes exactly how he planned, bahrain 2022- he read max and his moves like a nursery poem and had back up strategies planned in case max tried something different, jeddah 2022 - he would have won the drs chicken game were it not for the late safety car ruining it, etc etc etc) (also sorry i have terrible memory and am too lazy to list other 738282 instances of his genius)

he's like if alain prost and ayrton senna had a lovechild kjsksn

[rawrl1ns]

🌸 eterni rivali | lestappen

drabble (500 words)

CW: light angst, hurt/comfort, my poor english

They were predestined, destined for the inevitable rivalry of the decade.

(aka Max comforts Charles before Bahrain GP 2024's quali day)

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small drabble i secretly worked under my office table today because the work was too boring.. enough of my bs, enjoy!

Bahrain Grand Prix 2024 — March 1st

Max heard the sound of the hotel bed creaking, felt the loss of the touch that had warmed him through the cold night in the middle of the desert.

The bright blue orbs sparked with the sunlight that beamed past the cream-colored curtain's gap.

"Charles?" He croaked, brushing those eyes with the back of his hand, trying to readjust his focus on the man who stood by the huge window of the room, naked as the day he was born, illuminated by the natural morning sunlight.

Beautiful, he thought.

The light of his life.

"Yes, chéri?" Charles quietly answered, eyes still staring at the beautiful scenery in front of him.

"It's six in the morning."

"Why wake up so early?" The Dutchman propped himself up, the first thing he reached was his phone, checking tons of notifications.

Nothing apart from Christian's shits. Thank you.

The Monègasque sighed, banged his forehead against the glass window, hard enough to make a small whimper sound.

"First quali day of the season. It's just..."

"I'm scared, Max. Worried the shit out of myself."

"But you said the car's performance has been a lot better?" He cocked his head slightly, wondering where his lover's confidence had gone.

"Yes, but still-" He paused, turning his god-sculpted body at Max, directly facing him. Max's expression changed as he saw Charles' beautiful, green irises glossy with tears.

His possessive instinct urged him to hold Charles tightly in his arms and kiss him, chasing away his misery. So, the Dutchman stood up from the bed and slowly walked to him, closing the space between them, feeling the other man's hot breath against his milky skin.

"I wish I could fight you." Charles whispered. "I wish I could hate you, angry at you like I did in Austria."

His nimble fingers softly touch the champion's board chest, savoring the sight of the beautiful man in front of him lovingly.

"And I wish you could hate me back." He smiled, resting his head on Max's shoulder.

To Max, Charles' eyes never lie. Even his smile couldn't hide the pain lurking inside. Those deep-sea emerald eyes.

"I miss the fight between us. On track, side by side, wheels to wheels."

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"I know what you're capable of."

"Schatje, you're perfect." Max whispered softly right into his ear.

He then pushed his lover's vulnerable figure into the glass, exposing the other's naked ass to the world.

"I want to fight you too."

"Fight until you hate me, until we scream at each other,"

"...until we end up fucking each other at the end of the day." He reached for Charles' soft hair, slowly stroked through his scalp, soothing and calming him.

Max could feel the warm radiated from Charles' face.

"Merci, chéri."

"I'll beat you, I will. This year."

The Ferrari driver peeled himself away from Max, as he kissed him softly on his plump lips.

"Meet me on track, okay?"

"Miss holding your waist on the podium." Max laughed, his eyes crinkled. Charles relieved his body tension, smiling sincerely.

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"Let's get back to bed, shall we?"

[effervescentdragon]

i saw @mssr-monagato reblog this and i couldnt resist 🙃

"- and we have time before the next race, so I was planning on - cher, are you listening? Hmm."

Charles isn't listening. Pierre lowers his voice nonetheless. Walls have ears here, and it is unwise to tempt fate. Or how underpaid people in general are.

"I was planning on fucking your brother, except not the one that flirts with me to annoy you all the time, but the other one, the hotter one, and this isn't working because you're not even registering a word I'm saying, are you Charles?"

Charles isn't listening. That is proven when Pierre reaches for him and physically stops him in his tracks as they make their way through the corridor after the interviews. Charles turns to him and gives him a bland, practiced smile. His lips are bitten red. His eyes are looking almost through Pierre.

"Charles. What's wrong?" Pierre asks seriously. His eyes drop to where Charles bites his lip, then licks it. A nervous habit he's had ever since they were children, that rears its head whenever he kniws exactly what's wrong but doesn't want to tell. It comes right before Charles starts to lie.

"Nothing, Pear. Just thinking about, uh, Arthur's practice session later." He smiles. "I hope he does well."

The problem is, Charles is a really bad liar. Oh, he can manage well in front of the cameras, and in the interviews. Pierre thinks it's because he compartmentalizes to an unhealthy degree. Lorenzo thinks so too. They've talked about it a couple of times, but neither of them could find a way to say that to Charles that he wouldn't misunderstand. Pierre thinks Lorenzo's suggestion of unleashing Arthur on him may actually be their best bet.

That isn't the point now. The point is that Pierre knows Charles, and knows that Charles is lying about something that hurts him in some way, and that it has to do with Pierre. He also knows they're in Monaco, and that this is very important to Charles.

Pierre is unwilling to let Charles sabotage himself. There's enough shit out of his control already, and Pierre refuses to add to that burden.

He looks around and spots an emergency exit. Before Charles can even react, Pierre pulls him towards it. Charles startles, but followd, only squeaking a little. Pierre checks for the cameras and sees none. He makes a mental note to have Andrea check anyway, and then presses Charles into a wall.

"Cherí," he whispers, and Charles' lips part, an unconscious reaction that always makes Pierre feel three metres tall. "What's wrong?"

Charles purses his lips. Pierre knows he's thinking of lying again, but he also knows Charles isn't counting on Pierre knowing him better than he knows himself.

He pushes his knee in between Charles' legs and presses his thigh to Charles' cock at the same time he starts leaving little kisses on Charles' cheeks and neck. "Come on," he says, enjoying the way Charles grabs his shoulders to hold on, "tell me. Please, cher?"

It takes Charles less than a minute to fold. It helps that Pierre plays dirty, rubbing against Charles, feeling his cock stir against his thigh, feeling Charles' moans more than he hears them, their chests pressed together. It also helps that he knows exactly where on his neck to nibble to make Charles lose all coherency.

"Lewis," Charles gasps out. Pierre freezes, then moves away to look into Charles' face. His cheeks are pink, his eyes flitting around nervously and unless he stops, he will bite through his lip before quali comes around.

"What." Pierre states more then asks, because he doesn't get it. Charles meets his eyes, though, and then he realizes. "Oh. Oh. Charles," he grins, "were you jealous?"

"No." Charles replies petulantly. His pout gives him away. "No, you're making up - no, I wasn't, Pierre, just... shut up."

Pierre can't help but cackle in delight. "You were. You were actually jealous of me talking to Lewis, oh my God, Charles..." he trails off, because Charles isn't laughing. Shit. He really is an insensitive asshole sometimes.

He pushes back into Charles' space and raises his chin with his finger until Charles has no option but to look him back in the eyes.

"I'm sorry," he says sincerely, putting all his conviction into his words. "I'm an asshole, and I'm sorry. But Charles, you have to know, it's not like that."

Charles stares at him, gauging his sincerity. Finally, he breathes out. "I know. I just..." he trails off, and Pierre doesn't neex him to elaborate.

"I know," he says, because he does. "I know, calamar. But you must know it's not - I love you," he emphasises, and pushes his thumb into where Charles' dimple is when he's smiling. It only takes a moment for it to form under Pierre's finger, and Charles' eyes shine brightly when he chuckles.

"I know. I'm being stupid."

Pierre hums. "Not stupid. Silly," he says, but his voice is gentle. Charles can use all the gentleness this weekend. God knows he won't afford himself any. "It's alright."

Charles nods, and they are, and for a moment they just breathe with each other. Then, as if by an unspoken signal, they both realize they're pressed against each other in an empty staircase and that nobody is looking for them. Pierre smirks. Charles' eyes are full of mischief.

"Come here," Charles says, and pulls at Pierre, and then they are kissing, and Pierre forgets about everything for a moment.

It's okay. That always happens to him, when he has Charles in his arms.

[whorekneecentral]

“I wanna fuck you hard, right up against the window” + RB Seb

all I have to say is yes. 

The room was quiet, you had left Sebastian at the track today. His attention was everywhere but on quali for some reason. It was irritating you that he was throwing away his position because he couldn’t get his head out of his ass. 

You can hear the door slam and you refused to look back to see who came in, even though you knew it was him. “You leave with no warning? No explanation?” Sebastian calls, walking over to look at you. 

“Do I have to ask your permission for everything, Sebastian ?” You ask, looking at him. “Can I close my book, Sebastian ?” You spat, shutting the book before he could answer you. 

You were sat on the chair by the window, the curtains pulled open to let the setting sun into the room. When you get up, Sebastian blocks you from moving past him. 

“Why are you so fucking difficult?” His accent thicker than before; when he got upset, the German tended to slip out, thick and heavy, not that you minded of course. 

The inside of your lip was probably bleeding from how hard you were biting it, keeping back the snarky remark you wanted to make. Sebastian walks you back until your back was pressed against the window. 

He turns you, letting your face the window, his chest pressed to your back. 

One of his arms snakes around your waist, holding you tightly. “I wanna fuck you hard, right up against the window.” He whispers to you, “gonna be good for me, sweetheart ?” He asks you, pushing the strap of your dress off your shoulder. 

“Fuck off,” you spat. 

Sebastian was all talk, he won’t actually do it; not when people could see you. 

You were on the 7th floor, you could see the city from your room but you were still low enough that people could figure out who was getting fucked in the window. 

“Hm, I’ll take that as a no.” Seb hums, pushing the fabric of your dress to bunch over your hips, you can hear the jingling of his belt as he undoes his pants. 

“Sebastian-” “What?” His word harsh and cold; you know he wouldn't hurt you so you stay quiet, you had a feeling his quail didn’t go his way and he needed to get rid of his anger. 

You were more then happy to help him with that. 

Sebastian pushes your legs apart a little, his hand on your hip before he lines himself up with you, pushing into you. He bites down on your shoulder softly as he fucked you, hard enough to push you up against the glass, your hand leaving a smudged mark across the clear material. 

[12romy]

32 and 54 please! Chewis!! 🩵 (you are incredible!)

Hi dearie, thank youuuu! So 32 is Pregnancy fic, and 54 is secret relationship... I decided to write something absolutely self-indulging, and went with ALL the clichés XDD

Hope you'll like it, enjoy~

With how often Lewis touches his own belly, he's scared people might end up noticing, but he can't help himself.

He started to show, and it made him feel warm every time he looked at himself. Charles is probably worse than him, anyway. He can't keep his hands off Lewis' small bump every time they're together.

Lewis is so glad the season is coming to an end. He's getting tired, and starts to have back pain - although that could be because of the car. He's taking a year off. The pregnancy was not planned, but a welcome surprise. They both cried when they found out, and Charles still gets emotional about it sometimes.

The news of his retirement - he doesn't know if it will be a temporary one yet - should come out Monday morning, after they both leave Abu Dhabi. The country is not very nice to male carriers.

After long talks, Lewis decided to announce his pregnancy and come out. His relationship with Charles, however, will stay a secret for now. Ferrari was not very enthusiastic at the thought of him coming out.

Lewis knows that Charles feels bad about it, but himself doesn't mind. He hasn't been out for his entire career, he doesn't want to force his partner to come out.

Of course, things don't go as smoothly as planned. During qualifying, Max crashes him out.

Lewis grunts in pain as his car hits the wall, Max spinning off a little further away. Panic hits immediately, and he checks his stomach, frantic. He's fine, he's not hurting, and there is no blood - only then can he breathe again.

He also realises at that point that his left wrist hurts more than it should.

"Lewis!" someone calls, and it should be Bono but it's not, it's the voice of his boyfriend.

Lewis turns his head and realises that yes, Charles is here, running toward him. He wasn't in the crash, why is he…

"Lewis, oh my god, are you okay?" he asks again, close.

"Charles, I'm fine," he replies quickly. "We're fine, everything is fine. Fuck, I'm sorry, you must've been so worried…"

"Don't apologise, it's not your fault!" Charles shakes his head. "I'm so relieved that you're okay… I thought my heart was about to stop when I saw the crash. Let's get you out."

He helps Lewis unstrap and pulls him out of the car gently. Lewis doesn't miss the arm wrapped around his waist and his hand conveniently on his lower stomach.

Max comes to them, then, a confused expression on his face. "You're a medic, now, Leclerc?" he taunts. "What the fuck was that, Hamilton?"

"I'm sorry what?" Charles says dryly before Lewis can speak. He lets go of Lewis, stomping toward Max. "That was all your fault!"

"It was not! Why are you defending him? He's fucking fine, what's wrong with you?" Max scoffs.

"What wrong with-" Charles starts, cuts himself with a laugh of disbelief, then screams. "What's wrong with me is that you crashed into my pregnant boyfriend! You could've killed my child you fucking bastard!"

Before Lewis can stop him, Charles punches Max square in the face, making him stumble backward. Ouch, Max shouldn't have taken off his helmet - actually, scratch that, he's pretty sure Charles would've gone for a kick in the balls otherwise.

"Charlie, enough!" Lewis calls, Charles freezing. "I'm fine, and the baby is fine. I'm gonna get checked at the medical wing, just to be sure, okay? Just continue the quali, I'll be fine."

"No way, I'm coming with you," Charles refuses right away. I'm taking engine penalty anyway, who fucking cares."

"Charles…"

"I'm not leaving you right now. We are in trouble, I bet, with all the cameras around… I don't think either of us should stay alone."

"I have to admit, our plan to keep our relationship under wrap is pretty much busted now…"

"I don't know if I really regret it…" Charles hesitates. Lewis takes his hand, gently. The moment was broken with Max angrily grabbing Charles by the shoulder.

"What the fuck mate, what kind of joke is that?" he spits out, angry. The marshalls arrive to separate them before it can get out of hand again - thankfully. Charles insists on following Lewis in the medical car and doesn't let go of him until they have to get out. His own hand doesn't leave his stomach for a second.

They do an echography first, to confirm everything is okay, and the adrenaline from the crash finally comes down. Lewis is crying from relief before he realises what's happening.

"Hey, don't cry," Charles tells him gently. "It's all okay, now…"

"I know, I know… I think my wrist is sprained, so I'm not gonna race tomorrow."

"You what???" Charles screams out. "Lewis, why didn't you say so?"

"Sorry, I kinda… Forgot."

Twenty minutes later, Lewis' wrist is in a sling, and they are ready to leave. The front of the medical wing is swarming with journalists waiting for them, however, same as the back entry.

It looks like they don't really have the choice but to confront them. At least, their teams had sent them two bodyguards, which will hopefully be enough.

"I'm sorry for this," he tells Charles.

"Not your fault, Lew," he shrugs. "I'm the one who rushed to your car. It might be easier, not having to hide."

"I hope it will be," Lewis sighs.

"You're ready?"

"I am," he says, taking Charles' hand. "Let's do this."

Charles pushes the door open, and Lewis' hand flies to his stomach out of habit. They would be fine, the three of them.

[il-predestinato]

Ahead of the Japanese Grand Prix, Charles Leclerc was interviewed by the Italian newspaper Corriere dello Sport: photo, translation

Max Verstappen is about to become 2022 F1 world champion. Will you have a feeling of annoyance or regret that day? Charles Leclerc: There is regret because the F1-75 had excellent performances, but we lost valuable points during the year. The right thing to do is to focus on my future: maximize the results in these last races, end well, work on 2023. The imponderable is part of our sport and every title is deserved.

Is Max Verstappen stronger today or Lewis Hamilton last year? Charles Leclerc: I don’t know: with Max I have occasions of comparison that I didn’t have with Lewis. We were too distant.

How many wins realistically as a goal this year? Charles Leclerc: My heart says 5/5, my head said 3 before Singapore.

Does your 2022 look more like a won or lost bet? Charles Leclerc: I look at 2021 and say what a step forward! Who would’ve bet one year ago on Ferrari being so competitive this season?

What weights more for you: satisfactions or disappointments? Charles Leclerc: I always focus more on negative things: I’m like this. I think this pays off because in the end it helps me improve.

When you do a mistake you insult yourself: don’t you think you are too hard on yourself? Charles Leclerc: To be honest with me and Ferrari means trying to improve. The mistakes hurt me, so I need to be hard to try to get out of that pain and make a step forward. But well, I’m not losing sleep on it.

What is this season teaching you? Charles Leclerc: To grow through the attention to details: it’s what made me not repeat the mistakes of Imola and France. But with experience the room for improvement diminishes.

What’s Carlos Sainz better than you at? Charles Leclerc: Maybe the use of simulator, maybe making the setups to which I didn’t use to give as much weight. But observing him I started to do that regularly.

Do you consider yourself a patient guy? Charles Leclerc: Certainly more than I was in the past, but it remains my flaw: my mistakes were due to impatience.

How many years can you wait to win the title? Charles Leclerc: I want it as soon as possible, if we keep working and improving like this it will come soon.

Before the 2026 season, the date indicated by president John Elkann. Charles Leclerc: Possible, but we need further steps ahead. I have faith in the Ferrari project. I say what I want clearly and we are in this together with the team, no different visions.

Likely goal for the next season? Charles Leclerc: Very difficult to say because it also depends on how rivals will work, which is completely out of our control. I’m confident. We need to continue to work hard and we will make it.

If Ferrari proposed you a lifelong contract would you sign or would you think about it? Charles Leclerc: To stay in red forever would be wonderful. To drive for Ferrari is every driver’s dream and I’m living it.

Is Lewis Hamilton for Formula 1 what Federer was for tennis? Charles Leclerc: Yes, both sport legends.

Does style exist in Formula 1? Charles Leclerc: Yes even though it isn’t clearly visible because there’s no athletic gesture in the foreground.

How would you define your style? Charles Leclerc: Aggressive and versatile. The capacity to adapt is the most important element: in quali you don’t drive like in the race, same goes with new/old tyres. I believe I’ve proved it when we switched to ground-effect cars.

How do you imagine your farewell to Formula 1? Charles Leclerc: I don’t do that but I would like it to be sad for Formula 1, that would mean that I left a mark on this sport and that’s my goal.

How did you imagine Formula 1 when you were a kid? Charles Leclerc: Like kart races: go, wear racing suit, start the engine and drive. Now I know days are full of meetings and never end. But I don’t mind, it’s okay.

Do you recognize yourself in the driver heroic dimension? Charles Leclerc: I see that in kids’ eyes. In Singapore a kid started crying when he met me. It was a beautiful moment because he was me when I dreamt of Formula 1. But when we’re adults we don’t have to believe that, of course: we’re not heroes.

When will a woman be in F1? Charles Leclerc: I’ve been following the women-only racing series for a while. Jamie Chadwick is doing very well and it would be fair to give women a chance in F3 or F2, in the hope of having one in the championship. But if a girl ever gets to F1, it should be for merit, not with the boost of the social message.

[schuministyles]

Hi can you do an imagine about DR where the reader is dating him and work at the emergency and Daniel had like a crash or something and then he goes to the emergencies where the R work and she/he has to take care of him but didn't know that he was him and was surprise to see him ? Thank you and sorry for my English this is not my first language

Heartbeat. (DR3)

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Notes: Changed it a little bit, hope you like it lovely anon, and don't worry about your English 🥺. This was a little personal because I'm actually in med school so I enjoyed it a lot.

Warnings: Mention of accident, non blood or anything. Sweet Daniel is a warning. English is not my first language but I try my best in each post.

"Take care please" you pleaded while hugging tightly your boyfriend Daniel, he laughed a bit and stroked your back with the tips of his fingers sending chills through your spine.

" I'm always carefull, dove" he reassured calling you the sweetest nickname he had for you.

His arms pulled you closer if it was even possible, and kissed your hair line to comfort you, it was hard for both of you saying goodby, even after all the time you have been together long distance still hurted.

" You are always the tough one between us, why are you suddenly so soft? " the australian teased as a form to make less tension between the two of you.

Annoyed you punched him playfully in the arm, he acted like his arm hurted really bad, and proceeded to kiss your lips as many times as possible, he knew that there was not much time.

"Dan, you have to leave or you are going to miss your flight" you mumbled against his soft lips that tasted like the coffee he was drinking earlier, even when you wanted him to stay you had to be his inner voice keeping him completing his responsabilities .

The McLaren driver kissed your lips again makiing sure to remember the taste of your mouth, his arms tightened again around your waist and he putted his chin against the top of your head loving each second that the last physical contact lasted.

When he letted go you felt so empty, and you looked at his face where his signature smile faded, he kissed your hand and turned around walking to his gate.

You couldn't keep looking and walked to the exit, trying to start thinking on your work to keep away the sad feeling deep inside of you.

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" I miss you, little one" the australian said one of your nights of FaceTime "You look tired, Did you sleep well?" maybe your under eye bags where really noticeable.

Without doubt you nodded, but in reality to cope with the fact that you missed him so bad you took every shift working as emergency staff in the local hospital where you worked.

" Y/N "

He called you without a nickname or petname letting you know he was not sure if he could trust your word.

" Dan "

" Tell me the truth"

" I'm okay, I promise, actually I'm starting to enjoy been apart, I'm really used to you been really annoying that I didn't remember how it felt to have some peace and quiet " you teased.

The australian putted his hand on his chest acting offended by your words, but then smiled "Soon we are going to be together, one week until I'm in our home".

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Daniel didn't find it funny when he found our you were working on the GP weekend, you didn't really looked at the calendar when accepting the shift and there he was making you hear each excuse that you could give to your superiors, but it was not that easy and he knew it.

" Dove, please, you have to call in sick" he suggested snaking his arms around your waist refusing to leave the bed and go to the gym until he was sure you will be there in the paddock with him.

" I can't baby, it's a hospital, I can't just pretend I'm sick" you explained again, " I promise I will try my best to see the qualy".

The driver sighted hiding his face on the crook of your neck.

" My love, in order to be there on Sunday I have to work today", you turned to your side now facing him, "I'm sure you will have a good weekend".

" I'm just going to miss you to much" he said under his breath.

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" I wasn't aware that GP weekend ment a lot of accidents" Gia your friend since med school and colleague entered saying to the staff spare room.

You sighted, only having the opportunity to sit down some minutes ago, you were tired but also disappointed because you didn't have time to catch a break to answer any of Daniel's missed calls or at least look in your phone how did qualy go.

" I'm one 'my child had a heatstroke' away from quitting " you snapped, "my feet are killing me".

" I need someone in bed 7" Joe, your boss announced entering the room " I have an anaphylaxis case and can't look at it my self".

Gia and you looked at each other, you gave her a warning look, but soon she opened her mouth.

" I'm going to have lunch, but Y/N has your back" the smartass claimed.

Not really amused you went out, some nurses asking you to give some instructions to the patients that were not really at risk distracting you from your main job.

" Y/N! Please bed 7!" Joe snapped when he saw you taking care of a discharge.

Frowning you entered the little space of bed 7 where the curtains where closed, you imagined the worst feeling guilty for not coming sooner.

" Dove? " you stomach turned upside down.

" Daniel? " you asked turning around to see you soulmate resting in the hospital bed with an orthopedic collar around his neck.

" I missed you" he tried to make it seem less serious.

" What happened? " you asked quickly getting to his side and starting to do the usual physical exam you did in car accidents.

The McLaren driver started explaining the accident to you, your heart beating hard against your chest everytime he mentioned smashing himself against the barriers.

You were really having trouble focusing, but you had to keep it professional giving instructions to the nurses and the med students that were around.

"You look really good with that stethoscope in your neck" the australian flirted, "Let's not talk about the white coat".

" Shut up! I'm trying to work" you protested.

" One kiss will make me feel better" he insisted making a kissy face.

" It would not Mr. Ricciardo"

He laughted a bit when you putted a light for his pupils to react, finally he looked around and brought you closer to him pulling you by your hips.

" This seems like a bring your boyfriend to work day" he joked while you rolled your eyes before giving up and kissing him.

[unluckyhoneybee]

Allow me to be a bit dreamy here. Picture this. Daniel got his race in Monaco fucked up years ago. You got Charles luck this year (in Monaco or another place, I don't care). You were leading but a mistake from your team made you fall to fourth place. Daniel won the race and you finished seconds because you could recover a bit.

When you are on the podium you have tears in your eyes because you had led the practices, quali and more than half of the race. Daniel is upset because he knows how it feels. So he takes your hand and pulls you to the first step with him. He hugs your shoulder and then tells everyone you are the real winner of the race. He may have gotten himself in some problems, but at the end of the day, he goes to your room with his trophy and a permanent sharpie. He writes your name on it and gives it to you. Or exchange it with yours.

"Box, box, box" You obeyed, you needed new tires, Ricciardo was right behind you with a fresh pair.

But the pit stop was a mess. Somehow they lost one of the tires and had go and get another one.

You were fuming. You had never been so angry. It was your race and you had been dropped by your team to the fourth place.

With that fury running through your veins, you managed to get to P2. Right behind Daniel's car. But there was not enough race left to pass him and get your win.

You stayed in your car for longer than necessary. Parked behind the 2, you didn't want to come out.

You were furious at your team, you didn't want to do media or talk to anyone, but you were second and had to go to the podium.

Standing there in front of everyone you felt betrayed and as if your win had been stolen by your own team, the people you call family.

You couldn't avoid to cry. It was Daniel standing there, not you who had been first in practices, got the pole and dominated more than the half of the race. All that work was on the bin right now.

You head was low, you didn't even want to celebrate the second place. But suddenly you felt a hand in your shoulder. You looked up to see Daniel. He was not as happy as you thought he would be after winning.

"I know how it feels" He whispered in your ear. What you didn't expect was when he pulled you up, making you step on his side in the podium and wraped an arm around you.

"The real winner!" He said putting the 1st place cap on your head and the 2nd on his "No, Danny" "Yes, YN"

"This woman here flighted the whole weekend for this first step. She Deserves it more than I do. The win was just gifted to me. I had to do nothing"

There was people telling him to stop, but he kept you there till the ceremony was over.

It was amazing because he really made you feel better. You knew there was someone who had seen and understood what happened. He had won, but he knew that it wasn't because of his own merits.

When you were on your pyjamas and had just showered, you heard a knock in your door. You were really tired and didn't want pity for anyone else.

But when you opened you found Daniel there. He was wearing that merch of his and looked warm and comfy. He had his trophy with him.

"Hi" He smiled.

"Hi, Danny" "It's too late? Do you want me to leave?"

"No, I'm curious now. Why are you in my room, Daniel?"

"I want to make things fair"

You frowned and let him in. You noticed then he had also a bag on his hand. He left everything he had on the table and turned to you. Soon, he had hugged you so tight you thought he would break you.

"It's so fucked up" He whispered. "I won't say I'm sorry because I did nothing, but... I know what it is. How it feels. And let me tell you that that team doesn't deserve you"

You cleaned the tears that had formed. You had talked to the team and they said it was a mistake. Obviously it was. But how do you make a mistake when you have the race on the palm of your hand?

"It's a mistake. It hurts, but it's done"

"Listen" He cupped your face with his big hands. "You are incredibly talented and I'm sure that if you had a couple more laps you would have winned. You will get it. Next year you will come back and take what is yours. And you will fucking enjoy it so much. Because believe me, it feels so fucking good"

You could just nod because this was the talk you needed.

"You are great, YN. You truly are. That's why I'm here"

He pulled back from you and being Daniel Ricciardo he started yo wreak havoc around your room.

He set a chair, your country's flag, his phone with your anthem and took a little champagne bottle out of the bag. He had the 1st place cap and put it in your head. You were laughing. He was ridiculous, but a cute rediculousness.

"Okay. Just imagine this is the 1st step. Go there, c'mon."

"What is this, Danny"

"Your win celebration. Just ignore I was on first place when the race finished. You won and I will fight anyone who say something else"

It made you laugh.

He pressed the play button when you were on the chair with the flag around your shoulders. You smiled and took your hand to your chest. He mimicked you with a huge smile on his face, standing on your side in front of an imaginary public.

"And now, we won't spray it because I don't want to get kicked out of an hotel room again. But..." He popped the champagne open and passed you the bottle. "We can drink it"

You laughed and took a big sip, the liquid scaping from the corners of your mouth. Then he took another one and left it in the table.

You watched him closely as he took a sharpie and wrote his name on the trophy.

"Here, your trophy"

You gasped. Your heart was beating so fast.

"Dan..."

"No, take it. It's yours. I'll take the second."

"You will have problems"

"They already reprimand me so..."

"Daniel"

"YN, it's yours. Please, take it"

You nodded and took the trophy in your hands. Daniel Ricciardo. YN YSN. You smiled. He had done it.

"Thank you, Daniel"

"It's what you deserve. You won it, not me"

You let yourself fall and he trapped you on his arms. Both of you were laughing. The shitty day had finished in the most perfect way.

"Thank you" You repeated kissing his cheek.

"I will fist fight them if they fuck your race again" He whispered looking into your eyes.

You nodded and leaned, gently pressing your lips against his. It was best way to thank him that came to your mind. And when he kissed back, you felt better than you had in the whole day.

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First Kiss (Race 4)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (1k words, no warnings) [@v3lnys @biancathecool] {this took way longer than i wanted to finish but i literally had no idea what to put,, next chapter will be longer}

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They had another two weeks off but this time Lance had to spend it on race related things instead of having fun with Fernando, to the Spaniards disappointment.

He didn't mind it for the most part, until he had to start doing media training. He got he wasn't the best with interviews and tired to make them as short as possible but Nico was great so that made up for it, right? (no)

Lance made it to the paddock, this time with Nico who was making sure he was ready for interviews this time

"How many interviews are you gonna do?"

"As many as possible" Lance groaned, having been asked that for the past two weeks by everyone around him

"Good" Nico laughed, patting the Canadian on the back as they made their way to the cameras (that just happened to be not far from the front of the Renault grage)

"Lance, Lance Stroll!" He heard people calling, he locked eyes with one of them and flashed a smile before walking closer

"Hello, Lance"

"Hello" He nodded slightly, trying his hardest to put what he learned to work

"This is your fourth formula one race, how are you feeling? hoping to do better than last week?"

He held eye contact, taking in what he was being asked "Yeah, yeah this is my fourth race. I'm feeling great so far, hoping to get into the points this weekend but i'd be fine with just finishing the race"

Both him and the interviewer laughed a bit before she asked the next question

"Not race related but the fans can't help but wonder about your friendship with Fernando Alonso, anything to say regarding that?"

"Uhm.." He thought about the question, unable to hide the smile on his face as the world champion was mentioned "Yeah, I mean i hope he considers us friends." Lance laughed a bit, glancing over to the Renault garage just to lock eyes with the Spaniard who'd been watching closely "Him, Mark, and I have gotten really close over the last few weeks."

The interview continued for a little longer and then Lance did a few more, glad when Nico came over to steal him back

"You did good, a lot better than before" Nico teased, patting his back once more

Lance laughed, nodding as he walked back to the Racing Point garage with Nico "Guess suffering for two weeks was worth it"

Once Lance got back to his side he felt his phone vibrate, pulling out just to be greeted by a certain Spaniards name on the screen

"A lot of interviews today, you don't usually like them, no?"

"I don't, but I spent the past two weeks training"

"I'm a media world champ now"

"Good job, champ"

Lance smiled, being called to get ready for quali as the older man did the same a few garages over

Quali went good, Fernando secured p2 and he secured p6. He was glad to qualify so high, hoping it was a sign he'd actually finish the Grand Prix this week.

"Lancito" He heard someone say and he automatically turned his head, it was like a second name to him.

"Nando, Good job today" He smiled, finally beating Fernando to it, the shorter man smiled back

"Thank you, mi sol," Fernando replied with a smile, and Lance felt a flutter of excitement at the affectionate nickname.

As they wandered around the paddock together, Lance couldn't help but feel safe. Despite the pressures of the sport and what he'd hear about himself, moments like these, spent with the world champion, made it all worth it.

The next day was fairly uneventful and so was the race (even though 6 people dnf, none of them were hurt or Fernando so it didnt matter in his mind,) the most eventful part was when Brad spoke to him after he sped past the chequered flag

"P6, Lance, that's P6"

"SIX?" he shouted, making sure he heard his engineer correctly

"Yes, Lancelot, P6! Well done out there today"

"Fuck yeah!" He said excitedly, hurrying his way back to the garage where the team was waiting to congratulate him, he had been the only one on the team to score points so it was a big deal, even though it was only three.

After the podium finished Fernando came over, having gotten p2. He reached the racing point garage and all the engineers knew who he was looking for, telling him Lance was in his drivers room.

Brad headed back there to retrieve the Canadian, watching as his face lit up when he was told who was looking for him

Fernando waited patiently outside of the garage, eyes wandering as he heard footsteps coming his way

"Nando!" An excited voice shouted, the Spaniard looked his way and smiled, seeing how much better Lance was doing after todays race compared to the last one.

"Lancito, good job mi sol" Fernando praised, wrapping an arm around Lance's shoulder, it had become their norm, just as it seemed the nickname 'mi sol' was becoming.

"Y'know, I didn't even realize I was P6 until i crossed the line?" He laughed, not being able to wipe the smile of his face (mostly because of the points he scored but also because of the older mans presence)

"That's how you know you did good, eh?" Fernando flashed a quick smile back to him, patting his shoulder as he directed the taller man to start walking "Did so good you did not notice, are a natural"

"You better watch your back then, I'm coming for your title next" Lance teased, eyes refusing to leave the Spaniard even as they walked

"We'll see about that" Fernando looked away, leaving the Canadian staring longingly at the side of his face. It was nice, talking about the race, as long as they did it together nothing was ever too serious.