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vivwritesfics · 3 months

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I read your one Carlando supernatural fic and loved it absolutely. Could your write one with them being werewolves, or Carlos a werewolf and Lando a vampire (Carlando x Reader)?

definitely wanna do a part two of carlos and lando talking, the three of them dating, etc.

lando thought carlos was, like, a pet at first

he and y/n were friends from college

because, yes, even vampires get bored enough to go back to school

it was a group presentation, that was why lando was back at her place

he could smell the werewolf from outside

he assumed she had a pet and that he couldn't smell werewolf

but it was unmistakeable

He didn't meet carlos that time

But the smell of werewolf was unmistakable from that point

It was stronger

But lando knew she couldn't be one

No, what had actually happened was her werewolf boyfriend smelt the stench of vampire on her

So now he was marking her

Physically (with hickies) and by leaving his scent on her

It didn't keep Lando away though

Of course it didn't, they had a project together

And, he started seeing it as a challenge

There was one time when it rained and Lando gave her his jumper - she came in stinking aggressively like werewolf the next day

It was two days before their presentation and they were practicing at her place

they never went to lando's - he had too many priceless artefacts he'd collected over the years and they'd raise too many questions

so, they always went to her house

this time, her werewolf boyfriend was there

he was growling before lando even walked through the door

it would be safe to say she didn't know what her boyfriend carlos was

she didn't know the growling beast he turns into every full moon

but lando knew

he couldn't help but smirk as carlos stepped up to him, growling in his face

suddenly it all made sense

she was trying to pull her impossibly strong boyfriend away from her class mate

"Carlos!" she cried. "what the fuck?"

at her voice, Carlos stepped away

like the obedient dog he was

carlos tried to be calm, he really did

he hovered near them while they worked

when lando eventually left, carlos knew he had to come clean and tell her what he was, what lando was

of course, she didn't believe him

and he couldn't show her, not without putting her in tremendous danger

so he waited for lando to come over and forced him to show her his teeth

she believed him after that

her boyfriend was a freaking werewolf

and her study partner was a fucking vampire

it didn't change anything, though

carlos still loved her and lando was still her study partner

but he wanted her

the smell of werewolf covered up how sweet her blood would taste, but lando could still faintly smell it

he wanted her bad

after a night of studying, lando tried it on with her

he had her pressed against the wall as he kissed her

she pushed him away (which normally would have done nothing, if lando hadn't let her)

"lando, what the fuck?"

but she couldn't deny she felt something there

how the fuck was she going to tell her protective, slightly possessive werewolf boyfriend?

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putting-it-into-parc · 24 days

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red (soy lago - part 3)

masterlist

part 1 // part 2

lando x carlos (carlando)

summary: Old feelings die hard. Do they die harder than a bad crash at Spa? warning(s): angst, mild description of non-lifethreatening injury a/n: shoutout to every sad reader of Soy lago and All this, just to say goodbye - this one's for you :') this was inspired by lando's real crash at Spa, but takes place after melbourne 2024 in universe.

At Spa, Lando sees red.

He sees it in the rim of the soft tyres his pit crew all but rips off his car, as the rain transforms from a mist to a drizzle to a steady downpour. He sees it in the Ferrari struggling in his rearview mirrors, an unlikely sight for the usually dominant car. He sees it in the flag the stewards wave during Q3 as a bolt of plasma splits the sky in half. And he sees it in the flash of balaclava that gets hurled to the floor in anger. Carlos never made it out of Q2.

Lando sticks his hand in his pocket, making sure the precious cargo inside has remained dry. Luckily, the fireproofs seem also to be relatively waterproof. He inhales deeply, lets the air rush out through his nostrils. Weaves his way through the paddock.

Oscar is fully unconscious, curled up like a cat on a bench in the garage, hood pulled over his wavy hair. Lando can’t help but smile at the sleepy young driver as he walks past McLaren to the red Ferrari garage. It’s all too much for little Oscar Piastri, a voice in his head sings.

Carlos gesticulates wildly to a race marshal, the tops of his cheeks flushed. His lower jaw juts out angrily, his eyes narrowed. It’s rare for the cool-headed driver to lose his temper, but Lando remembers the crevice that opens between his dark eyebrows well. He saw it after Ferrari gave him some truly dogwater strategy calls in Monaco last year. He saw it when Pierre shoved him after the Canadian qualis. And who could forget, hardly a year ago, being interviewed about that five-second penalty in Melbourne?

Lando figures it’s about him getting knocked out in Q2. A crazy idea floats into his mind.

No, he tells himself firmly. No more offering to go on a walk. You’re over this.

Less than ten paces away, Carlos is hilariously juxtaposed by Charles spread horizontally out over an armchair, legs dangling off an armest like a little kid, smirking as he undoubtedly texts some new romantic conquest on his phone.

Lando moves on.

Pierre is inexplicably in the AlphaTauri (Lando refuses to call it Visa Cash App Red Bull) motorhome, wielding a black tray of...ew, where did he get sushi? Lando wrinkles his nose in disgust as he gracefully picks up a piece of dark red fish with a pair of chopsticks and feeds it to Yuki.

“Just so you know,” he hears Pierre say, “if you’re not hungry anymore I’m finishing the rest of it.”

“Okay!” Yuki chirps happily.

Pierre’s fond chuckles fade away as Lando passes Haas—where Kevin and Nico are busy dribbling a football between their ankles—and makes a beeline for Williams. Of course George is loitering around, because Alex is there. Their heads are bent together conspiratorially over Alex’s phone. George giggles like a schoolgirl, tucks a nonexistent strand of hair behind his ear. Blushes. What a fool.

“Mates,” Lando calls out.

George and Alex shoot apart, eyes darting frantically from side to side. Lando rolls his own. It could not be more obvious if they carried around a neon sign that said “WE’RE MADLY IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER BUT REFUSE TO SAY IT OUT LOUD”.

“Hey Lando,” Alex says casually. “Any word on when they’re letting us back out?”

“Aw, mate,” George teases, “seeing as you’re not even in Q3, I should think it doesn’t even mat—ouch!” His jab is interrupted by Alex elbowing him between his ribs. George snatches Alex’s hat from his head in retaliation, placing it atop his dirty blond waves.

Lando fights back the sudden urge to vomit at their saccharine affection. “Er, no.”

“Carlos is giving the stewards an earful,” George narrows his deep blue eyes. The dark fringe of his lashes almost touch. “I overheard him talking about how it’s dangerous, how they should postpone Q3.”

This is news to Lando. He’d assumed Carlos was angry about his quali result.

Alex chuckles. “Who died and made Carlos the weather police?”

“Sorry, gotta go,” Lando says hurriedly, brushing past them out of Williams. George waves him off, his other arm stretching out oh-so-casually behind Alex’s slim waist.

The thing was, every once in a while, Carlos just got feelings. Eerily accurate ones. Lando remembered Silverstone in 2022 all too well—Carlos had joked to Danny that he should avoid George because he got the feeling he’d be extra menacing that day. Not that Danny had taken him entirely to heart, but if he’d pushed from the get go, it might’ve been the former McLaren hurtling over the tyre barrier instead of Zhou...

The McLaren garage comes into view when someone grabs his forearm. Lando whirls around, comes face to face with a pair of slightly manic brown eyes. The tall collar of a red racing suit.

“Carlos—”

“Lando,” Carlos says in a low voice. “I need you to be...careful.”

“Huh?” Lando asks, perplexed.

Carlos gestures to the rain, which has lightened considerably. “The marshals, they are starting up Q3 again. I don’t like that.”

Lando squints up at the gray clouds. It didn’t seem like the rain was going to get any worse. He was probably off the mark on this one. “Ooookay, Carlos. Whatever you say.”

“I’m serious, Lando,” Carlos insists. Lando is taken aback by the urgency in his voice. “I just...I just have a bad feeling about this.”

Will’s radio bleats in his ear. “Lando, ten minutes to start, ten minutes, please come back to the garage as soon as you can.”

“I gotta go back,” he mutters to Carlos, and the other driver’s grip on his arm reluctantly slackens.

“Be careful,” Carlos pleads once again, finally letting him go.

Lando hurries back to the garage, shaking his head as if that would help clear his jumbled thoughts. I’m sure he was like this to everyone. To Charles. I know he begged him to be careful, too. We’re all friends now, remember?

But as Lando pulls his helmet on, watching Oscar frown up at the darkened sky, he can’t help but wonder if the desperation in Carlos’ voice was meant just for him. As he pulls forward slowly for the out lap, he sees Carlos pacing around, and when they make eye contact, the Spaniard’s face is stricken.

He can’t help but imagine Carlos fretting over him, and only him, and he smiles.

Lando hasn’t even finished his out lap when the rain starts to come down in sheets again. “It’s definitely wet,” he tells his race engineer.

“Should be good, Lando, should be good for one hot lap for those tyres.”

No way. But what can he do?

He feels the car lose control at La Source. Just enough to scare him.

“I dunno, it’s almost too wet. Some aquaplaning. Quite a bit of aquaplaning.”

“Okay, understood.”

Lando squints down Eau Rouge. Red Water. Sure enough, the rain has made the creek below the track swell, mixed with clay. He sees red.

“The rain will continue for...six more minutes,” he hears as the car aquaplanes again.

Lando hurtles down the straight with no control at all.

He closes his eyes, braces himself for impact.

A sickening crunch, and his car spins out, only after what seems like an eternity coming to a stop.

“Lando, are you okay?” Will sounds through the radio.

Lando figures he has about fifteen seconds before the damage kicks in. His fingers scrabble for the radio button on his wheel. Oh god. His hands are shaking so badly that he misses it the first time.

“Lando, are you okay?” The question is now tinged with panic.

He hits the button.

“Yeh—” Lando ekes out—“all good.”

Then, before he can turn the radio off, the pain slams into him like a truck. He groans into the mic, thinking he wouldn’t be all that surprised if all his bones had shattered with the impact of the crash.

“Can you get out of the car?” Will demands.

Mate, I can hardly lift my neck, Lando retorts silently. But he wills himself to get it together, feebly attempts to hoist himself to a standing position. No, wait, the wheel. He tries to unscrew the wheel and place it on the chassis. The twisting motion of his arms makes his chest feel like it’s erupting into flames. And it was getting steadily harder to breathe. What was happening?

He hates this. Hates that it might all end here, just like this. He wonders if Carlos saw him crash, and desperately prays he hadn’t witnessed it. Lando doesn’t want this to be his last memory of him.

Soy lago, Carlitos. Chili. I’m sorry. His fingers find the piece of soft, worn paper in his pocket. He closes his fist tightly around the paper airplane.

Lando tries his best to breathe. He knows it’s a losing battle.

He vaguely registers people shouting at each other—paramedics, he hopes. A fluorescent green ambulance, lights blazing. Two sets of hands grasp him under his armpits and haul him out of the car. His chest hurts so badly, his vision’s starting to white out at the edges.

“Ah—ow,” he hears his own voice say, and then everything—finally—goes mercifully dark.

When he opens his eyes, Lando sees someone standing in the doorway, clothed in red.

Right. The crash. He wonders whether he’d died, and some version of Carlos was waiting to take him up to heaven. He smiles, and feels a searing pain across his dry, cracking lips. Dammit. He probably wouldn’t have chapped lips if he really was dead.

“Thank god Lando, you’re awake,” the scarlet-clad driver says...in a French accent. Lando’s heart sinks.

Charles winds his way through the army of IV poles, wires, and monitors surrounding the bed. “How are you feeling?”

Lando takes a mental inventory of his battered body. He recalls his chest being on fire, which had now reduced to a dull ache. He pushes the covers down, revealing several ugly bruises encircling his ribcage. And, to his mild horror, a tube draining right out of his chest.

Morphine, he decides, is truly God’s gift to mankind.

Charles winces when he sees the chest tube. “They said one of your lungs collapsed. Your broken ribs...they punctured it.”

“Lovely,” Lando mutters.

“All that matters is that you’re okay, mate,” Charles sighs. “You will be okay.”

He pulls out a crumpled ball of paper from his pocket. Lando stares at the remains of Carlos’ note, now from five whole years ago...

Charles, noticing his recognition, places it gently on his bedside table.

“You were holding onto it so tightly...even when you were passed out.” He closes his eyes. “No one knew what it was, until Carlos—” Lando shudders reflexively at the name—“came by and found it.”

His green eyes bore holes into Lando’s blue ones.

“Carlos was scared to death,” Charles adds quietly. “He was doing an interview, and he saw your car spin, and the reporter told him it was you. He didn’t finish his sentence, let alone the interview—he went silent. If you saw the look on his face...” He shakes his head, as if doing so would erase the memory. “He heard you on radio and he looked...he looked like he wished he was in the car instead.”

Lando swallows hard. “Is he—is he here?”

“No. He’s back at Ferrari.”

He nods. It’s probably for the best.

“Thanks for coming by, Charles.”

Charles pats him gently on the shoulder and leaves. Lando gingerly reaches for the crumpled paper plane, unfolds it.

The ink is blurred from the rain and sweat and drops of maroon—which used to be bright red—bloom on it, but Lando doesn’t need to read it to know what it used to say.

He wishes, even though he shouldn’t, that he could have one more walk with Carlos.

“Landito,” comes a soft voice through the darkness.

Lando squints, because he would know that voice anywhere. His heart starts pounding, reflected in the frenzied symphony his monitors begin to emit.

“Carlos?”

“Sí.” Carlos emerges from the darkened hallway.

It’s past midnight, at least. Lando had heard the nurse murmuring to herself as she took down his vitals. “You’re not supposed to be here, I think...”

“I know. I snuck in. It was on purpose.”

Carlos snuck into the hospital? For Lando?

“Can I come in?” Carlos asks. Lando waves him into the room, grimacing at the pain shooting through his shoulder with the motion.

He wonders whether morphine can make someone hallucinate, and looks lovingly at the line connected to the crook of his arm, wondering if he could swindle a nurse into giving him some more tomorrow.

Then Lando becomes aware of Carlos standing by his bed, giving him a very strange look indeed. He clears his throat.

“Um. Hi.”

Carlos kneels beside him. Lando is suddenly conspicuous of how exposed he is, the bandages, the bruises, that damn tube…

“Lando,” Carlos says, hoarsely. “I should’ve said something. Done something.”

He feels completely bewildered. “What? Carlos, you couldn’t have—there’s no way you could’ve known—“

“But there was,” whispers Carlos morosely. “I’ve aquaplaned at that corner before, I tried to tell the stewards it wasn’t safe…I didn’t try hard enough…”

He gently traces the bruises on Lando’s ribs. Lando’s not entirely sure, but he swears he sees Carlos’ eyes well up.

Then he remembers Carlos glaring, all but going hand to hand with the stewards, and laughs.

“Oh, Carlitos,” he says, breathlessly, “you always know the damnest things.”

Carlos looks utterly baffled at Lando’s laughing.

“I have very little left to lose,” he says slowly, frowning. “But the one thing I will not...is you.”

“Carlos?” Lando’s voice trembles. He’s not laughing anymore.

“Hmm?"

“I’m sorry. About everything.”

He feels Carlos’ warm hand take his, and give him a squeeze. “There is no I’m sorry, my muppet friend.”

“Then?”

Lando can see the dim lights of the monitors reflected in Carlos’ huge, glassy brown eyes. Overflowing with warmth. Tenderness. Maybe even love.

Carlos reaches into his pocket, slowly produces a piece of folded cardstock. It’s red. Lando’s eyes widen as he takes in the pointy nose, the crisp wings. An airplane. Completely dissimilar from the hastily constructed, ripped-from-a-random-engineer’s-legal-pad one Lando had been toting around for so long.

He presses it into Lando’s palm. “I guess it was time for a new one.”

Then he leans over, and brushes Lando’s forehead with the barest whisper of his lips, leaving Lando dizzy, overwhelmed.

“Goodnight, Landito,” he breathes before he disappears, as if he was little more than a dream.

Lando unfolds the little plane with quaking fingers.

This time, six words greet him, written in gorgeous script. Slow. Intentional. Utterly deliberate.

There is only...I love you.

Soy lago, Lando thinks as a tear snakes its way down his cheek.

But this time…for all of the right reasons.

#f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 fandom #f1 fanfiction #f1 fic #f1 fluff #lando norris #carlos sainz #carlando #ln4 x cs55 #cs55 #ln4 #ferrari #carlos sainz x lando norris

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landoom · 4 months

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F1blr 2023 Awards - Voting 10 - Best radio message

(Note : these awards are just made for having fun during the winter break and are based on my choices that I tried to keep as open as possible but please, no negativity if you think I have missed an item!)

Please, share this post to get even more votes!

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teneleven12xiii · 4 months

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Shameless plug for my Loscar fic

The story of Indaycar driver Logan Sargeant and F1 driver Oscar Piastri as told by the email they sent to each other.

Featuring: Lando’s and Oscar’s friendship, a smidge of Carlando, dancing in the rain, and love letters

#loscar #logan sargeant #oscar piastri #au #theyre in love your honor #how do i tag this #ao3 fanfic #loscar au

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the-toasted-teacake · 9 months

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5 times Carlando shared an umbrella + 1 time they kissed in the rain instead.

Just saying.

#carlando

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vroomvroomsposts · 5 months

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Here’s a short sneak peek of a sad Carlos fic I started writing after Las Vegas.

It’s called “There it is again (that funny feeling)” the name might change.

It’s a multi chapter fic coming soon to a website (ao3) near you. It’s Carlando and it’s angsty.

Let me know how you guys feel about this and I’ll try to finish the first chapter (it’s almost done) and post it asap. ☺️

He’s standing in the pouring rain.

That’s how Oscar finds him. It had been a few hours since the race, and everything had come to an end. McLaren's race debrief had just ended thirty minutes ago, and everyone was preparing to return to the hotel; some of the crew had already begun disassembling the hospitality and packing it to send it to the next track. Oscar tries to ignore him and go his own way, but something tells him not to, so he walks over to him and shelters him from the rain with his umbrella.

When the rain stops suddenly, Carlos looks up, first at the umbrella, then at Oscar, surprised.

"You know you get sick standing in the rain. We still have one more race to go.” Oscar says, awkwardly smiling.

“Hello, Oscar. Sorry about the race and the crash.”

"It wasn't your fault. We both were on the unlucky side of that Haas car.”

"Hmm," Carlos says with a nod.

"So, what are you doing out here in the rain?"

"How is everything at McLaren? Are they treating you well?" Carlos avoids answering Oscar's question by asking him one of his own.

Something feels off, but Oscar can’t figure out what yet he still answers, “Yeah. They’re good. They are very nice people. I am lucky to drive for them.”

"Good, good. You’re a good kid, Oscar. And a good driver. Don’t let anyone get you down, okay?”

"Thank you," Oscar says, but something is gnawing at the back of his mind. He has a strange feeling that something is going to happen. “Are you okay, Carlos? Were you waiting for Lando?” Oscar gestures vaguely towards the motorhomes, saying, "I think he is still at the motorhome. Do you want me to go get him?”

“No. No. I’ll see him later at the hotel. Is he being a good teammate to you?”

“He is. But I believe you two were the better teammates. You two worked well.”

“Yeah. We did.” Carlos smiles wistfully, lost in some memory.

The rain has finally stopped. Carlos looks at Oscar and steps out from under the umbrella so that Oscar can close it.

“Thanks for the umbrella, Oscar. It has been a pleasure racing alongside you. You are doing fantastic. You will be amazing again next season as well."

“Thank you, and it has been fun racing you too. We’ve still got plenty more races to do.”

Carlos just smiles at him. He looks sombre, as if he found the answer to the thing he was looking for.

“Goodbye, Oscar. Take care of yourself and Lando. He’ll need someone there.”

"You, too. I’ll see you in Abu Dhabi.”

Carlos turns and walks away. Oscar watches him go, and Carlos becomes smaller and smaller as he walks further away. But something Carlos said sticks with him. Lando will need someone there.

Why would Lando need someone there? There where? Or is it there when? Maybe it's nothing. Maybe he meant to have someone in McLaren. He has an odd feeling about this.

Or perhaps Oscar is overthinking something simple.

It is not until he boards the plane to Abu Dhabi for the season's final race a week later that the strange feeling becomes clear.

That’s a thing with gut feelings; they will always be answered, whether you want them to or not. It comes unannounced, stays, and stalks you, and then it is answered, and you are left with the answer, unsure of what to do with it. Oh, how Oscar wishes this particular gut feeling wasn’t answered. Especially with this answer.

#it’s my first time writing a fic that is of this nature #it gets pretty angsty #carlos sainz jr #lando norris #carlos sainz #oscar piastri #carlando #carlando fic #my wip #f1 rpf #m tries writing

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interlagosed · 9 months

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They really said “Carlando drought? What about us gazing at each other beneath Carlos’ umbrella in the rain, surrounded by almost no one, laughing like we’re the only people that exist?”

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princemick · 11 months

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what are your best f1 fic recs

okay okay, I've done a bunch of fic recs before so I deff recommend looking at them first

BUT here's basically my like 10 fav fics of all time that ive reread or litteraly obsessed about. the ones in red are the ones that I like, see as my personal canon yk.

okay I just finished putting them all in n it might b a few more then 10 but still. yk, okay.

some things you choose by trailsofpaper

(sewis, 5+1 things, mutual pining, angst with a happy ending)

pleaser by alltimecharlo

(martian, sugar daddy au, porn with plot, college student seb)

You Don't Remember Me by FormulaFerrari

(webbonso, amnesia au, angst)

all the while you were stood here waiting by likelylarks

(maxiel, mutual pining, getting together, oranges)

it's lights out and away we go by lewisshamilton

(lando/charles, stripper au, angst, slow burn)

can't stand the heat by toastandvegemite

(dewis, omegaverse, just good, very good dynamic)

License to pretend by Sonnenscheintraum

(nicky/mick, spy au, mutual pining, fake/pretend relationship)

the alps by grandprix

(yukierre, pining, hurt/comfort, getting together)

seasons (waiting on you) by empireoffclouds

(sewis, friends to lovers, slow burn, pining, 2008 til 2017)

It's Friday I'm In IKEA by carocoffee

(dantteri, friends to lovers, basically dan has a realization in an ikea)

yeehaw! by hungerpunch

(dantteri, trans dan!, first time, cowboy dan/biker val, porn without plot)

good to you by TheNorthRemembers

(maxiel, friends to lovers, sike kink, miscommunication, messy)

Hard Year / Good Time / Socks Up / Foot Down by bestliars

(sewis, amnesia au, established relationship, angst n comfort)

hoping for you to come make my world new again by misonikomi

(sebchal, soulmates, mutual pining, miscommunication)

The Cloud That Settles by antimonyandthyme

(sewis, friends to lovers, idiots in love, getting together, the monaco fic)

The mountains, the lake and the mist by Jean____Ralphio

(alex/mick, arranged marriage, royal au, moto gp/f1 paddock, slowburn)

lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all by Quagswagging

(mixed ships, regency era, family, courting)

summer sun after the rain by gentleau (iwanna_seeyou_undoit)

(maxiel, kidfic, found family, fluff, retired drivers)

Oh fuck you, darling by individualist (and the whole series)

(toto/christian, married, 4 + 1, secrecy)

Saltwater and Gasoline by Kaytheologie

(charles/bono, porn with feelings, slow burn, praise kink)

how good it feels to be needed by hibivrooms (hibiscuswings)

(carlando, personal chef carlos, friends to lovers, slow burn)

pointless by stuckonspidey

(schulott, exes to lovers, angst, theyre both dumb)

a secret language (i can't speak with anyone else) by Anonymous

(schulott, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, callum learns german)

Misalignment by Azzy

(sewis, jealousy, lewis comes out n sebs confused abt it personally)

it doesn't come that easy anyway by greeneyeddisaster

(sebson, college au, slown burn, pining)

#this is me being VERY cirital of the ones I choose btw like these are fics that are like perfect imo that were completely satisfying #these are like the best out of my 140 bookmarks #kyle.answers #fic recs #I genuinly ran through all 141 of my bookmarks to make this yall better appreciate it it took me like 30 fucking minutes #rpf #fic.stuff

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artemispt · 9 months

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“compañeros, amigos” And Lando’s laugh 🥺

#thank you @stufframblings for the sending me the original link ❤️❤️❤️#everyone is a carlando fan #carlando in the rain #carlando #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #lando norris #hungarian gp 2023 #juan fossaroli

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landinrris · 1 year

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do you know of any fics that explore their age gap? i always forget that they really are like 5 years apart, i feel like that dynamic is kinda interesting

Hey! I sometimes forget as well, and then it's like "oh yeah, okay cool 😭" I've gone through my bookmarks (which is by no means an exhaustive list) to try and pull some things together that touch on their age difference. Some of these are definitely more "in the spirit of" and touching on the gap in their experiences rather than "they are 5 years apart" The list got a bit long, so it's under the "read more." Feel free to add anything for the ones I inevitably missed or let me know if you'd like me to take your tag/work off the list!

"Canon"-based

⁘ and everything that i do is out of lovin' you by raikkonen (Rating: E)

Racing will always be his first love, but Lando is his second, and he doesn't want to imagine a life where he can't have both.

⁘ Free Practice- Romance Edition by f1princess (@f1princess) (Rating: E)

Lando drives cars at 300kph for a living. He got a hotly contested seat in the pinnacle of motorsport at the young age of nineteen. Experts call him the next British prodigy. Yes, Lando might be in his fourth season of Formula One but he still doesn’t know how kissing works, let alone other forms of intimacy. Cue Carlos, Lando’s best friend and former teammate who agrees to give him free practice sessions when it comes to romance. or: Lando and Carlos are friends with benefits but the benefit is experience and of course they are secretly in love with each other.

⁘ i don't ever wanna leave when you cry by peargasly (@peargcsly) (Rating: T)

the heady apprehension creeps through him like molasses – the sudden knowledge that something is wrong. lando half expects carlos to brush by him without a word and he starts reaching out before the prickling anxiety tells him to let this one go. but carlos’s eyes catch him in their snare and he’s always been hopeless under his stare. carlos’s name is on the tip of his tongue, but carlos is speaking before he can take a breath to say it. “think a little next time, i know you do not like to, but it could be us both if you do that again,” carlos says, voice low and biting. (or carlando post-brazil angst that is solved by the power of friendship and the looming presence of pierre gasly)

⁘ In the Wet by plastics (@shinyfakehard) (Rating: E; very E. pwp E)

How did you learn to get so good in the wet? ... These conditions are where the greats are recognized. - Carlos Sainz Jr. in Beyond the Grid, on how he won every British Formula 3 race in the rain.

⁘ like two ships that passed in the night - our story that gets told in many many years by palalabu (@palalabu) (Rating: T)

The long and intricate history of Lando and Carlos.

⁘ The life we built by formulacherry (@formulacherry) (Rating: T)

Lando is one race away from potentially being World Drivers Champion, Carlos and their kids go along to support him.

⁘ Until you came to me by phebes (@phebess) (Rating: NR)

Carlos Sainz, with the hair, the famous dad, the face - Carlos Sainz is going to be his teammate. In Formula 1. And Lando is supposed to just meet him in a marketing room at the MTC on a Tuesday like it's not something he's maybe thought about for 7 years. Lando really thinks he might shit himself. // Or: A fic based on these tweets from Lando in 2012. Title inspired by the song We Belong by Katie Herzig.

⁘ Yours by phebes (@phebess)(Rating: E)

Carlos watches Lando grow up. Carlos watches Lando explore. Carlos is not jealous.

⁘ You Crawled Inside My Head and Set a Fire by kolyarostov (Rating: M)

Falling in love with Carlos wasn’t an all-of-a-sudden thing, but it happens quicker than Lando would like to admit. One day while they’re eating lunch at the MTC during an off-week, just the two of them between meetings in mid-March, Lando looks up at Carlos laughing across from him, and just thinks: “Fuck." Or: This is how Lando and Carlos fall in love

Alternate Universes

⁘ best intentions by madlyiephasetwo (Rating: E)

And then Carlos asked, the tone of his voice one somewhere between amusement and curiosity, “And what about love?” *** Lando Norris does not wish to marry.

⁘ Dancing You Into a Lonely Night by kolyarostov (Rating: E)

The noise of someone yelling is probably just some stupid first-year who got locked out by a roommate who has headphones on. What greets Carlos instead is a boy about halfway down the hallway with a head full of unruly curls looking like he’s ready to go out. But he’s not out— he’s hammering and kicking at a door in a residence hall at 9:30 at night. A boy kicking and yelling— “Danny! You piece of shit, answer the door!” Or: Carlos has his night interrupted by a tetchy first-year, but maybe it's not all bad in the end

⁘ Every Minute Boy, Steady Rhythm Joy by kolyarostov (Rating: E)

It should be embarrassing that Carlos’ touch makes him shiver after being apart for less than twenty-four hours, even when the touch is above his hoodie. But Carlos sliding his hand around Lando’s waist and below his backpack does just that. Maybe it’s the subtle and blatant possessiveness of Carlos kissing his temple when he pulls Lando close, plain to see in front of Daniel. The press of Carlos’ lips still makes Lando’s knees weak. Before Carlos is able to tug Lando fully out of the room, Daniel calls back for them. Both of their heads turn, but Daniel’s look is inscrutable. He hums to himself and shakes his head. “Fucking of course.” It’s said mostly to himself, but Lando can’t help but grin to himself because Daniel’s right, in a way. The irony isn’t lost on Lando about who he’s ended up with. Or: Looks into Lando and Carlos' life after they decide to give their not-casual-one-night-stand thing a proper go

⁘ fall and fixture by heroics (@restacks) (Rating: E)

Lando’s already had a very poor time of it this morning. First there was no real milk in the break room refrigerator, so he had to put almond milk in his tea, disgusting. Then he caused a panic in the explosives lab by knocking over someone’s project. Now he’s faced with Carlos Sainz Jr., Foreign Operative #055.

⁘ God knows you're lonely souls by fox_this_lap (@redshoulderedblackbirds) (Rating: M)

Lando is an engineering student in Paris, celebrating graduation before he starts his career in motorsport, but there's more to the evening in the bar than he could ever had expected. Like the Universe meant for him to be there...

⁘ If the Love is Pure by loveleclerc (@holacarlando) (Rating: E; a/b/o)

After being attacked in the middle of the night by an unknown Alpha, Lando flees to Spain for protection from the Sainz Pack while his fathers search for a way to keep him safe in England. He never asked to be a male Omega, a designation rare beyond belief and sought after by Alphas around the world, but fleeing into the care of Carlos Sainz Jr. may just be the solution to all of his fears... and dreams.

⁘ i'll race you for pinks by cazio (@chubbydino) (Rating: M)

Heist!AU. Carlos Sainz Jr. is heading a heist operation based out of New York, following his father's footsteps as a criminal mastermind. Max Verstappen, the most feared mercenary in the business, is his second in command. Daniel Ricciardo is the deadly charmer that gets them whatever they need, from whoever they need it from. Lando Norris is the mystery. Carlos has never met him in person, but he knows Lando will be perfect for the job. But Lando is not exactly what Carlos envisioned a computer nerd to be. In fact, he is very, very hot.

⁘ Love is the Heritage (And Cousin to Death) by kolyarostov (Rating: E)

Carlos stays quiet, trailing Lando through the ornate halls that are simultaneously cold yet warm with their rugs and furniture. He watches the way Lando walks, the way the younger boy lets his shoulders fall the farther they get from the watchful eyes of his family. It looks like he’s shedding a coat, a mask specifically put into place for his family’s sake. The change is fascinating— there’s a story there that would explain all of Lando’s intricacies, and Carlos finds that he wants to know every single detail. The family had appeared to be perfectly amenable, so why is the change in Lando’s demeanour so painfully obvious? Or: Carlos travels to England to apprentice under Lando’s father for the summer and admittedly ends up falling in love along the way

⁘ ¡Revolución! by hibivrooms (@interlagosed) (Rating: E)

19-year-old Lando Norris, originally from the Kingdom of Anglosax, decides to pursue his undergraduate degree at the State University of Hiberia. There, he strikes up a relationship with a 25-year old Hiberian man, Carlos Sainz. Carlos is beautiful, kind, and deeply passionate about the Hiberian people and their struggles. Though Lando knows very little about he wants out of life, he knows one thing: he desperately wants Carlos. But against the backdrop of an increasingly tumultuous political situation in Hiberia, will Lando be brave enough to open his heart to all of Carlos?

⁘ the shadow of radiance by hibivrooms (@interlagosed) (Rating: E)

No one expected Galla, protector state of the Holy Principality of Seuloger, to turn heretic in such a violent way. After several years of Galla-stoked hostilities short of war, Anglosax and Hiberia set aside their differences in favor of a grand alliance to return Il Predestinato, Charles of House Leclerc, back to his rightful and Goddess-ordained throne. Years later, as a gesture of goodwill, Hiberia sends several of its squires to Fort Silverstone, where Anglosax's finest pages and squires learn to become fierce knights. Squire Lando of Norris, loyal to Anglosax beyond words, must contend with his own distrust of the leader of this Hiberian contingent - Prince Carlos the Younger of Sainz, a newly minted and already-decorated Knight of Hiberia. Prince Carlos is immensely talented, kind, suspiciously handsome, and seemingly dedicated to this alliance. But Lando isn't buying any of it - for the sake of Anglosax. Allegedly.

⁘ Señor Sainz by phebes (@phebess) (Rating: E)

Lando wants to die. Crawl in a hole, and die. His tombstone can read 'Here lies Lando, he did not speak Spanish.' Carlos repeats himself, looking at Lando with faint amusement in his eyes. Lando can feel his cheeks flush as his simply stares back, absolutely no clue what's being asked of him. // Or: University AU where Lando doesn't speak Spanish but ends up in an advanced class, and Carlos is a young professor determined to teach Lando Spanish.

⁘ What if we said goodbye to safe and sound? by tiredtiredsharl (@wolfiemcwolferson) (Rating: E)

Lando realizes as Carlos is telling them all about this job in London that maybe the feelings he's been carrying around aren't so straight or bro-pal-lad as he thought they were. It's really unfortunate that Carlos is set to move 5,478 miles away from him in just a few weeks. Told over a year and set directly after the end of our Piarles/Maxiel stories, we see Lando come to terms with his own feelings about Carlos, make a lot of mistakes along the way, attempt to get through the last year of his program with Alex, and realize that sometimes being the smartest person in the room isn't as valuable as he's always thought it would be.

#everything in my bookmarks is wonderful but i felt these fit with your request particularly #also yes i did shove some of mine in there because why not and they fit with what you were wanting #fic rec #husbands™#ask

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ehcahache · 11 months

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I came back since the last manifestation works. 🕯Now now now lets manifest Carlando podium in spanish gp 2023 dont care wether its 1,2 or 3 🕯

But this, we can only hope for miracle, enjoy your GP!

Anon, come back every weekend to manifest bc it works 🕯️🕯️

🕯️Let's pray for some rain this Sunday so we can have an actual chance for a Carlando podium🕯️

#if i have an actual chance to see a carlando podium I won't even care about being sick the next 2 days #lando norris #carlos sainz jr #carlando

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landoom · 6 months

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Fanfic - Carlando - First kiss

First kiss (535 words) by Aeris444 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Formula 1 RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lando Norris/Carlos Sainz Jr Characters: Lando Norris, Carlos Sainz Jr, George Russell (Formula 1 RPF), Roberto Merhi Additional Tags: Modern Royalty, Alternate Universe, Kissing in the Rain Series: Part 22 of Formula One Flufftober 2023, Part 3 of Lando, Duke of Sussex and Carlos Duke of Castro Summary: "There is a balcony at the end of the corridor we went to earlier. Join me there. Just wait a bit." Lando nods, trying to look inconspicuous. He still can feel George’s disapproving gaze on the back of his head.

Follows First sight and First touch

#f1 #lando norris #formula 1 #carlos sainz #f1 rpf #carlos sainz jr #carlando #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #formula 1 rpf #formula 1 fanfic #my writing #flufftober #flufftober2023 #f1flufftober2023

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avida-heidia-5 · 8 months

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{ My Archive Of Our Own Fanfic List }

For anyone who wants to read my fanfics, they are all here! Just so you don’t have to keep going backwards and forwards trying to find them all individually.

Keep an eye out for any updates!

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❤︎₊ ⊹ Pairings I Support (F1 Edition): ⋆˙⟡♡

• Martian (Sebastian Vettel x Mark Webber)

• Simi (Sebastian Vettel x Kimi Räikkönen)

• Socky (Sebastian Vettel x Guillaume Rocquelin)

• Carlando (Carlos Sainz Jr. x Lando Norris)

• Charlos (Charles Leclerc x Carlos Sainz Jr.)

• Sebchal (Charles Leclerc x Sebastian Vettel)

• Landoscar (Lando Norris x Oscar Piastri)

• Vettonso (Sebastian Vettel x Fernando Alonso)

• Webbonso (Mark Webber x Fernando Alonso)

• Smick (Sebastian Vettel x Mick Schumacher)

• Prattel (Sebastian Vettel x Hanna Prater)

• Virtönen (Kimi Räikkönen x Minttu Virtanen)

• Alex Albon x Lily Muni He

• Valtteri Bottas x Tiffany Cromwell

❤︎₊ ⊹ Other Pairings I Support: ⋆˙⟡♡

• Blackbonnet (Blackbeard/Edward Teach x Stede Bonnet) - Our Flag Means Death

• Freylin (Freya x Merlin) - BBC's Merlin

• Gwerthur (Arthur x Gwen/Guinevere) - BBC's Merlin

• Merthur (Merlin x Arthur) - BBC's Merlin

• Zelink (Link x Zelda) - The Legend of Zelda video game series

• Asgoriel (Asgore x Toriel) - Undertale

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🏎️💨 Sports: 🏁

Formula 1:

• Miracles Happen at the Right Place at the Right Time

AO3 link | Tumblr Link

One-Shot | Sebastian Vettel, Lando Norris

Friendship

One moment, he saw a rain sodden track. The next moment, he saw only stars.

This fic is a re-imagining of the devastating crash during the horrific 2021 Belgian Qualifying. Sebastian Vettel acts as the hero in this story as he takes care of little Lando Norris after the crash.

⚠️ WARNING: Strong language in the first half of the story.

• As Drunk As A Finnish Brown Bear

AO3 Link | Tumblr Link (pending)

Multi-Chapter [1/2] (Ch. 2 pending) | Kimi Räikkönen, Sebastian Vettel, Hanna Prater & Minttu Virtanen

Ship (Simi, Prattel, Virtönen)

Never bring vodka to Kimi Räikkönen's table. This is a very simple rule the FIA should've considered before hosting the 2018 Prize Giving Gala. Now Sebastian Vettel has to deal with one extremely sozzled Finn, in more ways than one.

⚠️ WARNING: Mild swearing, plus some vulgar language in Finnish.

• My Soul Begs For Your Return

AO3 Link | Tumblr Link (pending)

One-Shot | Charles Leclerc, Jules Bianchi

Friendship

Charles Leclerc wakes up to a sound in his apartment. When he goes to investigate, he is shocked to discover an old friend who he hadn’t seen since he’d been involved in a horrific accident many years ago.

• For The Sake Of Nature

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Multi-Chapter [1/9] (Ch. 2 pending) | Mark Webber, Sebastian Vettel

Ship (Martian)

Mark gets dragged into going on a 5-day forest expedition in Germany with Sebastian Vettel of all people. What could possibly go wrong?

⚠️ WARNING: Some strong language and scenes of a sexual nature. (18+!!!)

📺 TV Shows: 🤔

BBC’s Merlin:

• Deep Tenebrosity

AO3 Link | Tumblr Link (pending)

One-Shot | Merlin & Arthur – Ship (Merthur)

This is my interpretation of the final battle between King Arthur and Mordred.

⚠️ WARNING: Graphic depictions of gore, injuries and death. DON’T READ IF YOU DON’T WANT TO FEEL SQUEAMISH!

Our Flag Means Death:

• (Pending)

🦊 Cartoons: ✨

???:

• (Pending)

🎮 Video Games: 👾

Undertale:

• (Pending)

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📝 Works in Progress: 🔧

• F1: Fine Fettle Vettel: RB Seb goes on an unusual dietary plan for the next race.

• F1: Some Great Reward: RB Seb has a habit of turning up late for meetings, so Rocky sets up a challenge for him. The reward? A fresh supply of chocolate brownies! (Socky)

• Music: Untitled Depeche Mode & IAMX crossover fantasy fic. No info yet.

• Our Flag Means Death: Untitled Stede Bonnet x Edward Teach/Cap. Blackbeard fic. Details unknown at this time.

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#heidia gemstones #fanfic masterpost #My fanfics #My fanfic #Fic preview #Fic previews #archive of our own #ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 fanfiction

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justdimaprops · 6 months

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Please ignore these if you don’t feel like answering them or you already answered them ❤️ Fancy a fun question chain to pass around f1blr?? Over to you, lovely!

Name (or what you want to be called on tumblr)

Where are you from?

Where do you live?

Any pets?

Favorite driver(s) currently on the grid, and why?

Favorite driver(s) not currently on the grid and why?

Favorite romantic driver pairing(s) (e.g. Maxiel, Carlando)

Driver you’re most attracted to physically

Driver whose personality you like best

Favorite driver friendship(s)

Favorite team principal

Favorite team

Least favorite team, if any

Driver(s) you dislike, if any

If you’re a fic writer: if you could only write about one f1 pairing for the rest of your life who are you choosing?

Please send this to 10 (or more!) other F1 tumblr users that you love and want to get to know better 🫶

Name (or what you want to be called on tumblr):

Dima! although fun fact, the name Dima is as in the diminutive of Dmitri 🫣 When I made this account I didn't wanna use my real name, and I was figuring out my gender identity back then (but I knew I was leaning more towards the masculine side of things) and I just loved the name Dmitri so I chose Dima since it can be both feminine and masculine

Where are you from?

I don't really try to hide it but I'm not gonna outwardly say it :p I can speak Arabic tho, I'll give ya that

Where do you live?

[Insert Wherever I May Roam by Metallica]

Any pets?

YES! I have a little kitty cat, she's my love and delight, her name is an Arabic word for rainy clouds due to her color and floof (and it was raining the night I got her). We also have an African grey parrot but that's my mom's and he's a jerk, we have a love-hate relationship.

Favorite driver(s) currently on the grid, and why?

Carletes <3 It started as simply his intelligence and driving style; he got a great balance of artistry/elegance and scrappiness, then it became because of him as a person. And of course Landito, he's such a talented driver and it's so fun watching him grow.

Favorite driver(s) not currently on the grid and why?

Seb and Kimi. Is there much needed to be said about Seb? Dude's a legend, not mentioning all the activist work he does. Kimi was a fricking joy to watch! All that 'leave me alone I know what to do' attitude is a *chef's kiss* (then it's even more exciting when he loses it lol) and I can already see some of that in Carlos and I'm here for it.

Favorite romantic driver pairing(s) (e.g. Maxiel, Carlando)

Carlando obvs, and I do like Maxiel as well.

Driver you’re most attracted to physically

Hear me out, I'm frothing for a certain Spaniard but I can't deny that Kimi got one hell of a chock hold on me :") AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON LEWIS GOOD GOD (sorry Landito, lucky for you you got an Adonis of your own you don't need me)

Driver whose personality you like best

I always love me a smart dork (Carlos), and a black cat (Lando). And there's this type of guys that I have always attracted for some reason, I can't name it but I can distinguish it and it applies to (Esteban Ocon) bet you didn't see that one coming.

Favorite driver friendship(s)

Lando/Alex/George are pretty fun together, and so are Lando and Oscar. And of course Lewis/Seb

Favorite team principal

humm..I don't really get into the principals much, but if I gotta choose one then probably Toto. I've seen some of his interviews and he seems like an intelligent person and I really enjoy listening to him.

Favorite team

I don't wanna say Ferrari or McLaren since they obviously have my boys so other than those I would say Williams or Aston Martin

Least favorite team, if any

......Fer*gunshot* IM KIDDING I SWEAR

Driver(s) you dislike, if any

Listen, I don't HATE him, and it's more vibes than any other logical reason but George. He looks like a Ken doll and is so Posh! And I'm posh in real life, yet his poshness still bothers me! It's better when he's with other drivers, especially the trio, but when he's by himself it's just so concentrated and comes off...???

If you’re a fic writer: if you could only write about one f1 pairing for the rest of your life who are you choosing?

I will miss Maxiel and Strollonso but my man I can't live without my Carlando

#That was fun hehe #Thanks for sending this to me <333 #tag game #me stuff

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