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pitlanepeach · 2 days
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so american! LN4 ( social media + real life )
part one of twelve
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Barcelona, May 2023
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“Do you want another drink?”
“Vodka cranberry.” You said, smiling demurely up at the tall, tan and impossibly handsome man who’d decided to make a play for you within five minutes of entering the club.
When he disappeared into the throngs of people queued at the bar, you turned to face your best-friend and widened your eyes cartoonishly.
She laughed. “You’re too pretty for your own good.”
You rolled her eyes before passing your handbag to her. “I’m just going to the bathroom! If I’m not back in ten minutes, call the cops.” You said, only half jokingly.
She nodded her agreement and you set off toward the bathrooms, trying not to make your desperation seem too obvious. You were four (free) vodka cranberries deep into your night and your bladder was feeling the repercussions.
Eyes on the prize (the painfully long bathroom line), you failed to notice the shadow of a man stepping around the corner and walked straight into him.
“Lo siento! Lo siento!” You said quickly, stepping away and looking up and… oh.
“I’m fine! No worries.” The accent was a surprise. British. And then there was the face. And the arms. And the hair.
Blinking yourself out of your stupor, you shook your head and offered the stranger an easy smile. “Right! Amazing. Sorry again. I was in my own world.”
He blinked and a wave of surprise washed over his face. “American!” He said.
And maybe it was the four vodka cranberries coursing through your bloodstream, but his blatant shock had you laughing harder than you had in a long time. And through that laughter, you managed to choke out, “British!” in a tone that you hoped mocked his perfectly.
His cheeks flushed, but he was laughing with you, his amusement just a little more subdued.
“I need to join that queue before it gets any longer.” You told him, your chest warm from the laughter and the alcohol and the heat of the club. You quirked your thumb toward the line to the ladies room.
He glanced over and then frowned. “You’ll be waiting years.” He said.
You nodded sagely. “It’s all part of the experience.”
He looked back at you. “You, uh,” he started. “I can take you upstairs, if you want. There’s never a queue up there. Probably a lot cleaner too.” He offered.
You made a face at him. “Upstairs?”
“Uh, yeah,” he said, and his cheeks flushed again. “It’s the VIP area. You can use the bathroom, maybe get a drink. No pressure.” He said.
You narrowed your eyes at him. “I didn’t even know there was a VIP area here.”
He shrugged.
You glanced over your shoulder. “Does that offer include a plus one?”
He cleared his throat. “Boyfriend?”
“No.” You said, and God, who gave him the right to have such yummy arms. “Best friend. If I disappear, she’s under strict instruction to call the cops.”
He nodded seriously, but his lips tipped upward betraying his amusement. “Go get her. It won’t be a problem. I’ll be here.”
“Right.” You said, unsure whether this was a trick, but willing to risk it if it meant getting to a bathroom. “I’ll see you in a minute then.”
“In a minute.” He smiled.
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dzala-va · 2 days
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medieval AU with Formula 1 drivers ❤️‍🔥
Max and Charles
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maxcuntstappen · 3 days
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i really didnt think there would be a time i would be saying this... BUT NEW CHAPTER TIME?!?!?!? a little ficlet for my favourite fic i've ever written, dedicated to @epylonia 'cause i adore her.
thank you to @souvenir116 and @itsgoingdutchin2021 for beta reading this for me at the speed of a f1 car, kisses on ur forehead.
i hope you enjoy <3
i loved you before i knew i was supposed to [30k] [COMPLETED]
Relationship: Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen
Tags: AU - Soulmates, Happy Ending, Light Angst, POV Alternating, 2019 F1 season
Chapters: 17/17
Chapter Name: Max meets his (hopefully) future mother-in-law
Summary:
Max meets Pascale Leclerc for the first time. As a present, he brings her a box full of... old socks???
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vroomvroomsposts · 2 days
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ao3 is down. now where am i supposed to go and read about men who drive in circles falling in love with each other???
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blorbocedes · 13 hours
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take what's mine, want what's yours
heist au, ch: 1/3 (3.5k), max/gp
summary:
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a heist that spans a weekend at the grand belayge hotel. a pretend marriage. a stolen laptop. seven million dollars.
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lovelylotusf1 · 2 days
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Is it the sun or are you making it hot out here?
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Summary:
Marketing make Oscar and Lando play a game of beach volleyball in the Australian heat. Oscar decides to teach Lando a few moves. While doing so, they tease each other. A lot.
Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri, Landoscar | 2.8k words | rated T
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wisteriagoesvroom · 2 days
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WIZ ITS ELLIE. soft + landoscar please?
Oscar doesn’t know why they’ve found time to sneak down to Oakleigh. Or how, exactly. Just that he had a contact of a contact, and they were always going to welcome him back here. And they’ve given the both of them some race suits, free run of the track, and a “go have fun”.
They’d found this place, like a shared secret. Clattering through the gates and sneaking away from their handlers. Each making an excuse about quiet time. Nobody questioned either of them about it, chalking it up to the general air of celebration after Albert Park. That’s the beauty of being golden children, you see. When you win. Standing in the sun, silverware in your hands, in front of a camera. Oscar hadn’t even needed to pretend at all - he beamed at Lando because he really meant it. P3, P4. For the team. Nothing to do with the way Lando’s smile creeps into him like sunlight. Nothing like Oscar’s own reflection staring back at him from the dish, gently held in Lando’s hands.
Besides, Oscar knows he’s hungry. He wants more. But it’ll be his time.
And right now, he gets to relive his memory of karting, on the track where he started. Growing awkward into his limbs that didn’t work how he wanted to yet, a fierceness that he hadn’t tamed, conscious of the knowledge that there were boys always faster, faster, faster than him. And chasing people like them, chasing Lando, was like driving towards an apex and knowing you would hit it — it was just a matter of time. How fast you could launch yourself at it, come close to bending time. Oscar has tried, and he will try still. There is something in him that will not be sated, and it is in Lando, too.
But for tonight: they rest. Just him, and his teammate. The floodlights. Boisterously loud crickets. Their own helmets, in their own hands. Two karts. Back to the beginning. Except the beginning is here, it’s when he was seven years old and dad helped him climb into the kart. It’s him in an airplane with one stop going to a cold and wet country where vegemite has the wrong name. It’s Rokit and Prema and Alpine and lawsuits and loud chatter and media distractions.
It’s a sea of eyes assessing him, but only one person’s that he cares to remember. Blue-green eyes, daring to ask the question without words: who are you? what will you become?
Oscar knows, because he has looked into the mirror and asked himself the same, too.
Those blue-green eyes search his own now. Then they steady.
The two of them. Same height, barely two years between them. Same dreams.
Then Lando smiles. Eyes the colour of soft streaking sky, the way it is when Oscar’s in the car and has a chance to look up.
“Ready for me to kick your arse?”
“You won’t.” Oscar says, easily back.
It’s taken them a year, but Oscar thinks he gets it. Talking to Lando is like holding a bird in the palm of your hand. A fluttering thing, fast.
And he thinks of the journeys birds take. Of comings and goings, of the silent effort of flight. He thinks of being two years behind and too small, and looking at the boy in the go kart, on the screen of his phone, who believed in himself enough to do it too.
Oscar zips up his race suit. And he grins. Lando’s eyes glitter with promise.
“But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
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jusst-you-race · 11 hours
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some thoughts about f1 volleyball au
setter lando being constantly underestimated because he comes across as unserious, until the moment the whistle blows and he slips into this state of intense concentration… always able to read people whether it’s the other team or his own… making friends with everyone because he’s so good at being what they need (it’s his strength and his weakness)
libero oscar being the steady stable presence to keep the team on track, unflappable and collected and just always always always digging the ball… driving opposing teams insane because they just cannot get the ball to hit the floor… the stability lando needs to try ridiculous sets and plays
oscar being the constant that lando needs to finally just be himself… oscar always having landos back… lando showing off with setters dumps just to make oscar roll his eyes fondly…
their team is sick of them
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theommin · 22 hours
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almost forgot to post this here but i wrote another fic!
brushstrokes – lando/oscar, 11k, modern royalty au. background logan/liam
In the time it’s taken him to bitch inside his head, Norris has reached him. He’s close enough to touch, Oscar thinks absent-mindedly; he could just reach out and–
“Hey,” Norris says, tilts his head in a motion that’s either flirtatious or puzzled. He probably thinks he looks irresistible right now, edible. And, well, he does, but the main adjective lighting up in Oscar’s brain is cute.
“Hi, mate,” Oscar starts, and realises with a horrible jolt that he just called His Highness Lando Norris, second in line to the throne of England, mate.
Or, Lando is the Prince of England and Oscar is an overworked assistant. They kiss about it. It gets complicated.
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gr63wdc · 2 days
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Headcanon one:
gewis for actors in a romcom :) thank youuuu
send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons a short ficlet about it slightly inspired by the 'anyone but you' (2023) rumors. also i don't love how i ended this; maybe i'll build it out more. 🤔
everyone knew he admired lewis, hollywood’s most successful heartthrob. lewis was talented, attractive, funny, kind, and intelligent; what more can a person want? it shouldn’t be suprising, then, that george also had a massive crush on him.
he would like to think he was a pretty good actor, in spite of how few gigs he’s been able to land. there had been a few television episodes and a small film here and there, but it hadn’t been until this film, with lewis, that he felt like he made it.
this film was lewis’s baby. he was producing, he was starring in it, and he was directing it. every choice and every decision went through lewis. and lewis had wanted george to be his love interest, in this huge hollywood rom-com. that was the crazy part.
the first time george met lewis in person wasn’t until the table read. and anytime lewis looked at him or laughed, george melted into a puddle of infatuation and adoration. it only got worse once they started filming; thankfully, an eight-year-old george had taught himself to push down his blush.
the more george got to know lewis, the larger his crush got. the more lewis talked to him and spent time with him, the closer and closer this crush got to unrequited love. george knew, at the end of all this, when filming was finished and they were done with the publicity cycle, he was going to be heartbroken.
“hey, man,” lewis said. they had just finished filming for the day, the sun long past the horizon. “i know it’s late, but did you want to get a bite to eat?”
george was quick to agree, and they ended up at some over-the-top gastropub, the type that would pretend he and lewis were unnoticed. the drinks were fine, the food less so, but george didn’t think he had ever smiled or laughed this much. and lewis glowed, golden even in the shitty industrial lighting.
george was saying something, he doesn’t really remember what, when he noticed lewis just staring at him.
“what?” he asked. “do i have something on my face?”
lewis huffed, reached across the table, and gently cupped george’s face in his hand. and then he kissed him.
“oh,” george said. he felt his face heat up, bright red and burning; no amount of practice could hide this blush.
“yeah, oh,” lewis said. he leaned back in his chair, but moved his hand to rest over george’s on the table. george felt a bit unmoored, but the weight of lewis’s hand on his kept him from floating away. maybe, after all, george wouldn’t end up heartbroken.
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landoom · 2 days
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So... I've started working seriously on my next long fic (affectionately named Monstrum Opus with @jolandax13)
Based on my planning, there will be 20 chapters and each one will be between 3000 and 3500 words...
Which means this is going to be my longest fic ever by far! (actually record is 28,287)
I've written 3 chapters at the moment but I've already started adding notes with ideas that I need to add to what is planned!
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Current word count : 11802
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earl-grey-teacake · 4 hours
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have you seen the merc post with George and the baby??? It made me instantly think about your au!
Yes!!! The one with the little kid dressed in the same race suit as George!
Awww Thank you for thinking of my work! ❤️
Yeah I saw it and thought about the way George would gush over Logan being in a Mercedes suit just like him and going around saying “I want to be like dad”. He would melt. It would also be hilarious is Fernando instead put Logan in an Aston Martin and convinced him to go and tell Williams and Mercedes that he’ll be joining Aston Martin.
Does Logan knows what he’s saying? No.
Did Fernando have him practice his lines multiple times until they were perfect? Yes.
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dzala-va · 3 days
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the Lion of Bulls!
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misspaddockverse · 9 hours
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actual last chapter now 😭😭😭😭 send me hugs I need them
Last Chapter out!
“I could say it’s to celebrate your second Ph.D., but I actually just want to have you all to myself for a bit.”
Daniel was really serious about it, biting his tongue to prevent him from crashing their lips together once again, waiting for her answer instead. Watching, mesmerized by the way she swallowed, nervous, and how she glanced up at his eyes, bringing her thumb to run on the side of his jaw.
“We could go to Skopelos”, she whispered, as if the message was too delicate to be said out loud, thumb running over his stubble, “That is… If you’re keen on being trapped on a lone beach with just me?”
She meant to provoke, he could see, but it was a lost battle. That was like music to his ears.
“What! That’s literally what I’ve asked Santa on Christmas. How did you guess?”
She laughed at his silly joke. It made Daniel think there was no sweetest accomplishment in the whole world, and he secretly wondered if he could make his existence around it: making her laugh like his.
“Weirdo”, she joked, giving him a quick loving peck.
“Your weirdo”, he corrected, going after her mouth once again.
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valyrfia · 15 hours
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ao3 is down so in the time-honoured tradition of this blog send me your wackiest and most unhinged f1 ship takes!
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goldenboygate · 2 days
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life in technicolour (1/?) Not Rated | No Archive Warnings Apply | 2,002 words
Relationship(s): Lando Norris/Carlos Sainz Jr, Carlos Sainz Jr/Original Female Character(s)
Character(s): Lando Norris, Carlos Sainz Jr
Additional Tag(s): Fluff and Angst, Developing Friendships, Developing Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Be patient with me I'm having a moment, Alternate Universe
Summary: Lando believes he's got some kind of a curse: everyone he falls for seems to find their soulmate soon after. So, he makes a rule for himself: no falling in love, no wearing his heart on his sleeve. And it all goes smoothly, really, until Carlos Sainz Jr. walks into his life.
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