Need To Read This And Like Put It On My Wall Or Something 😔

need to read this and like put it on my wall or something 😔

STOP BEING SELF CONSCIOUS ABOUT YOUR CREATIONS STOP SECOND GUESSING WHAT YOU REALLY WANNA DO STOP DEBATING IT'S WORTH. LET YOUR ART SERVE YOU INSTEAD OF THE OTHER WAY AROUND

F1 Fic Secret Santa - fic rec list

Merry Christmas or happy December 25th to you all - here are the amazing fics from our Secret Santa exchange (in no particular order, just the order they're in on ao3!).

We've got everything from Sewis fluff to Landoscar filth and all sorts in between (Strollonso fans are getting FED!) - if you're stuck at an awkward family Christmas may we recommend hiding and reading some prime F1 fanfiction on your phone...? the only thing i want this year - Lando/Oscar, 8.3k (by @oscarpiastriwdc)

“You can’t spend Christmas alone!" Lando cries in horror. "That’s too pathetic.” Oscar rolls his eyes. “Thanks, mate.” “Come spend Christmas with my family. There’s a million guest rooms and too much food." “Lando, I’m fine spending Christmas by myself. It’s just another day.” “Christmas is not just another day. Food! And presents! Hot chocolate! Pie! C’mon, Osc. You don’t have to be alone. Come with me.” Oscar gazes at Lando, wide eyed and tender. Lando grins, knowing he’s won.

a place to rest your arms - Lando/Oscar, 5.4k (by @vroombeams)

It feels like toeing a line, showing up at Lando’s door without an agenda to hook up.

In Your Warmth, I Forget - Fernando/Lance, 3.1k (by @chaoticnandovibes)

Sharing a room with the very same pilot he just spent hours couped up in an aircraft's cockpit with was definitely not on his list of things to do tonight, but that's where Fernando finds himself. I mean, it could've been worse...

walking to a wedding - Carlos/Max, 4.1k (by @nobrakesdown)

After disappointment over their mutual lack of a role in Lando's wedding, Carlos and Max hatch a brilliant idea - they'll attend it together.

you'll come back when they call you - Carlos/Lando, 9.6k (also by @nobrakesdown, who wrote TWO fics as a re-matcher!!! <;3)

It's been seven years since Lando Norris came back from the fantastical world he was transported to as a child. Now in his first year of college and in his first relationship, he embarks on a new quest - reconnecting with Alex, George, and Charles, the boys who shared his original adventure.

Saccharine Sweet - Fernando/Lance, 4.1k (by @amphibiangeorgerussel)

Working with Lance had been- Different, to what Fernando had been expecting. He’d preempted a lot less casual scenting and minor HR infringements, that’s for one. It’s not bad per se, just not what he’d prepared himself for. - Or, the trials and tribulations of having Lance Stroll as a teammate.

Cat got your tongue? - Fernando/Lance, 2.1k (by @lil-shiro)

Cat hybrid Lance loves to cuddle. That is, if he chooses you. Fernando wants to be chosen (and more, but one thing at a time).

snow angel - Seb/Lewis, 7.5k (by @imnotheretodie)

Lewis starts his 32nd birthday lost in some small town during a snowstorm. It ends with being snowed in inside of a library together with a charming stranger. There's wine, and cake, and dirty secrets, and a warm bed, and little bit of love in the air.

Two Omegas and A Significant Other Kind Of Love - Charles/Lando, 4.3k (by @fire-on-thirst)

Lando and Charles. Two Omegas. Two Omegas who are married. Secretly of course as there would be a uproar if they ever came out however Charles wants to. Charles wants to kiss his husband whenever he wants, hold hands out in the street. He wants that all but it's just Lando that he has to convince.

The Lion, The Brit and the Bed - George/Max, 1.6k (by @landoom)

He can’t believe it has happened like that. It would have made sense, after Baku, high on adrenaline and anger… Not like this. Nearly one month later. Not in Monaco after a night out when they weren’t even drunk. Not in Max’s apartment, with one of his cats looking at them, perched on the chest of drawers. George and Max fucks... Once, twice... Many more times. But what does that mean?

holding onto all those chandeliers of hope - Seb/Mark, 2.3k (by @hurricane-heatt)

Mark’s on his third mulled wine when he speaks to Sebastian for the first time in nearly three years. It’s almost midnight, and they’re stuck outside in the snow.

You've cat to be kitten me - Lando/Oscar, 9.1k (by @amarynas)

Sassy isn't just a regular cat, no. She is the cat, Queen Bee herself, ruling over her two bedroom, one bath kingdom. So she is more than offended when one day a new human moves in without being pre-approved by her.

stuck together - Fernando/Lance, 2.5k (by @abovecalamity)

He was still looking at their joined hands, straight up staring at them. Never before had he thought about how their hands looked together. About Fernando's hands, yes plenty, in numerous different scenarios, but together, never.

The Art of Saying Yes - Valtteri/Lewis, 3.6k (by @manykinsmen)

“So? You’re not obliged to join the cuddle puddle.” Valtteri’s pouting at him, the moustache emphasising the cartoonish downward curve of his mouth. It’s the expression that makes Lewis want to kiss him senseless, climb into his lap and coddle him, smother him with affection until he’s smiling again. Maybe if Valtteri was single he’d have done so, but Valtteri’s got plenty of people to do that for him. He doesn’t need Lewis, not the way Lewis needs him. “Yeah, but—” “Lewis.” Valtteri’s voice drops, his expression suddenly stern. It makes Lewis feel like a school boy caught doing something he shouldn’t have been. A crackle of static runs down his spine, makes him sit up straight, correct his posture. “You’re finding excuses again. Come visit. Next weekend.”

Strange Situation Procedure - Charles/Carlos, 7k (by @ro55ocorsa)

Charles hasn't been feeling right lately; ever since the last race his thoughts have been utterly jumbled, and it isn't getting any better. With the next grand prix on the horizon, he hopes to push aside his brain fog... and a few more curious feelings. Ones he isn't quite ready to address. Ones about his teammate. Unfortunately for him, he's going to have to face it all head on when he discovers just why he's feeling so strange.

Meet/Cute - Kimi/Seb & Lando/Oscar, 1k (by @wolfsbanesbite)

Seb and Kimi hatch a plan to get Lando and Oscar together.

champagne problems - Oscar/Mark, 7.5k (by @papayatifosi)

Mark was proud of Oscar. He’d been proud of the kid since he’d taken him under his wing before his F3 debut. He wouldn’t have taken him on if he hadn’t seen huge potential, and he wouldn’t have kept working with him if he didn’t live up to that potential. He’d won in F3, won in F2, fought with the bitch of a McLaren he’d had at the start of the season and clawed back tooth and nail when half the grid seemed to have a target aimed squarely at his forehead. 9th in his first season was incredible, given the car hadn’t even been competitive until halfway through, given that Carlos seemed to have a vendetta for Lando’s new teammate, given that the hand of God kept trying to strike him down whenever he was doing well. He was a Champion twice before - though not in F1. Mark was certain that more than two titles were in store for him in the future.

Musings in Vegas - Fernando/Lance, 2.4k (by @niemernuet)

Lance struggles with the fact that his best friend doesn't like his boyfriend.

i got some colour back - Valtteri/Lewis, 2.9k (by @eyes-likepilotlights)

“Tea?” Valtteri is holding the mug - Mercedes branded, steaming - gingerly in one hand. “Tea?” Lewis repeats stupidly. Angela makes him tea, sometimes, peppermint or green. Val gives him a look. “Yeah. Oat milk.” He means real tea - the kind that makes him think of clutching styrofoam cups in frigid winter air at karting tracks. Lewis smiles before he can stop himself, watches it spread to Val’s face. “I shouldn’t,” he says coolly, to balance it out. “It’s the tannins. Bad for you.” But he’s already reaching his hands upward to the mug, warming both palms against it.

Tap the Rhythm - Charles/Max, 4.7k (by @placna)

“To hell with it,” Charles mutters under his breath and dials Max’s number. If there’s one thing worse than being stuck in this hellhole for the holidays it’s being stuck here alone. Or the one where soulmates share a unique song only the two of them can hear.

you can't move on even though you try - Fernando/Lance, 3.2k (by @merenwenformulauno)

Lance is 19 the first time Fernando flees from his bed after the fact and 24 when he convinces him to stay. The inbetween years are more complicated than Lance thinks they need to be.

A Cold, Cold Christmas (Without You) - Seb/Lewis, 2.5k (by @phantomwritr)

He couldn’t remember when everything changed. When he had started perceiving him differently. He only knew, they weren’t friends anymore.

Carol of the Dreidels - Fernando/Lance, 2.7k (by @inejschumacher)

Lance and Fernando take a walk around Central Park during Christmas, then Lance takes Fernando to a Jewish choir

the waiting game - Seb/Mark, 4.7k (by @raviraaa)

Mark is almost in the mood to outright blame Seb for breaking the stupid thing and effectively locking them in here, but not even Sebastian Vettel is that calculating nor desperate for his company for that matter. (Except he is, but Mark doesn’t need to know that.) — snapshots of martian being trapped together over the years

La Paura Del Buio - Carlos & Max, 1.7k (by @jolandax13)

Max has a bad dream after the Russian Grand Prix in 2016, but luckily Carlos is there to hold him

i don't wanna miss you tonight - Charles/Max, 1.8k (by @liamlawsonlesbian)

Before the Las Vegas Grand Prix, Fernando sends Max a tiktok compilation highlighting how comfortable Charles is touching Max. Max can't stop thinking about it.

Like a spark catching fire it don't happen all the time (But when it does it changes everything) - Charles/Lando, 21k! (by @racingorange)

He turned the corner to see George and Alex curled on the couch with a stranger settled in between them. The stranger’s eyes were closed but he didn’t look calm, chest still heaving slightly. He had Charles’ favourite nesting blanket, a thick and fuzzy grey one, wrapped around his legs. Seeing that raised his hackles and he desperately wanted to reach out and rip it out of his grasp. “What is going on here?” he hissed, mostly directing the question at his two flatmates. “This is Lando,” Alex introduced, innocent expression on his face as he stared up at Charles.

fluorescent (kid, adult and everything in between) - George/Alex, 10k (by @anitalianfrie)

When George is five, he falls while playing in the garden of his house. His mum finds him there, crying on the ground and hugging his scrapped left knee, his face red, ugly snot dripping down his nose, and his skin glowing. or George is in love with Alex. He also glows. He tries to cope with both.

Sweet like candy - Kimi/Seb, 1.9k (by @felixsaysstuff)

It was like his body was addicted to Kimi, unwilling to allow any other blood besides his. He used to wonder if it was a matter of blood type, or any other biological factor, or if Sebastian just hated the idea of drinking from anyone and anything else. - A tale of vampires, bad communication skills, and hey, how much you know about soulmates?

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kenngry88

1 year ago

54 for omegaverse please and thank

54. "P-please scent me, I don't want to smell like them, I want to smell like you..."

It starts innocent enough, Lando popping his head around the door of Oscar’s driver’s room somewhere between press responsibilities on Thursday. “Hey,” he says, glancing at where Oscar is sprawled over the couch, scrolling through his phone. “Can you scent me?”

Oscar raises an eyebrow. They’ve been teammates for a while now, long enough for Oscar to know Lando’s nose is sensitive. He particular, about who and what he does and doesn’t smell like. Borrows hoodies from friends and family to be wrapped up in their scent, gets antsy when things smell wrong.

So this. This means Oscar… His inner Alpha, the one that’s been screaming mine mine mine ever since he first laid eyes on Lando, rumbles happily. Oscar firmly tells it to shut the fuck up and turns to Lando, reassuring smile on his face, determined not to make this weird. Lando wouldn’t ask him if he wasn’t feeling uncomfortable, so.

“Sure,” he says. “Get over here.”

Lando makes a happy noise and instead of waiting for Oscar to get up so they can do the whole cheek rubbing, neck nosing thing that’s normal between friends, flops down square on top of Oscar and snuggles in.

“Oof,” Oscar wheezes out, when Lando’s elbow ends up somewhere in his abdomen. “Okay.”

“Hm,” Lando says, shoves his nose into Oscar’s neck. Oscar stares up at the ceiling, tries to think of Normal and Sane things that aren’t his teammate currently lounging on his chest, fitting into his arms like a puzzle piece sliding into place.

After about five minutes of Oscar trying to name every single part of the MCL60 in his head and not thinking about shoving his nose into Lando’s soft curls and taking in his chocolate cookie sweet scent, Lando lets out a happy noise and gets up again. “Thanks, mate,” he says, and then disappears before Oscar can utter as much as a ‘No problem’.

It happens again, after that. And again. Lando has clearly added Oscar to his roster of ‘People Who Smell Good’, and makes grateful use of the fact that Oscar is just around, like. All the time. It reaches a point where Lando just follows Oscar into his driver’s room between obligations, sprawls all over his couch, steals his hoodies.

Like he belongs.

And that’s. That’s when it starts becoming a problem. Because the more and more Lando inserts himself into Oscar’s space, the more Oscar’s stupid instincts scream at him that he’s his, that he belongs to Oscar, that he is his Omega. Which is stupid, because Lando doesn’t belong to anyone. Least of all Oscar.

The moment Oscar realizes he’s gotten in way over his head is when him and Lando make it onto another podium, and when Max gives Lando a congratulatory handshake, Oscar actually growls at him.

Nobody catches it, over the sound of the celebrations and the general F1 post-race ruckus, but Oscar realizes that if he doesn’t put a stop to this now it’s only going to get worse and that isn’t fair to anyone. Not to Lando, not to any Alpha that comes close to Lando, not to himself.

He doesn’t tell Lando, doesn’t know how to explain without putting his heart on the table and making it gratingly awkward for everyone involved, and so he keeps quiet, pulls away bit by bit, slowly disappearing back into the shadows he existed in before Lando put him in the spotlight.

Lando, for the most part, lets him. Frowns, when Oscar closes the door to his driver’s room before Lando can follow, when Oscar moves away from his touch. But he doesn’t say anything, seems to accept the distance Oscar is trying to create. Doesn’t push.

It hurts, only a little bit. Oscar had fooled himself, at one point, that maybe it meant something, to Lando. But the way he lets Oscar pull away so easily…

Oscar puts his head down, focuses on the car. He’s here to race after all.

The whole weekend has been shit. Qualifying was garbage for the both of them, and then there’s a sprint on Saturday that goes completely tits up, too. Lando ends up in the gravel somewhere halfway, and Oscar watches the screens, watches him climb out of the car, sulk back to the garage.

Lando gets subjected to a million interviews that all ask him the same questions, and Oscar can see the exhaustion on his face, from his end of the media pen. Something in him wants to reach out, pull Lando close, shade him from the rest of the world. He pushes that something down, and answers the fifteenth question about how they’re expecting the race tomorrow to go now the car seems so spectacularly shit this weekend.

He doesn’t expect there to be a knock on his hotel room door later that night, revealing Lando in all his jittery, exhausted glory. “Oscar,” he says, mouth tight and eyes downcast. He looks so small, and Oscar’s Alpha whines at the sight. “Oscar please. I know I’ve been asking way too much, making you all uncomfortable but please, please scent me. I don’t, I don’t want to smell like them, I want to smell like you.”

Oscar wants to give in immediately. Pull him close, press his nose into Lando’s scent gland. Take off his clothes, because skin to skin scenting is always better. Wants to cover him until Lando smells like nothing but Oscar, so everyone else can smell who he belongs to. But that’s not. He needs answers first. So he restrains himself, tries to keep his face neutral as he says. “Why me?”

Lando makes a frustrated little noise. “Don’t. Don’t be mean, Oscar. You know. You know why.”

“I really don’t,” Oscar says, genuinely confused.

“But,” Lando says, “You pulled away. Because you realized I was in love with you. That’s why… You needed space.”

Oscar blinks. Tries to process fifteen things all at once and comes up completely blank. “I needed space because I realized I was in love with you,” he says, a little dumbfounded.

Lando frowns. “Why would you need space, then?”

“I, because I didn’t think you wanted me?”

“Well, that’s stupid,” Lando says, frown deepening. “Of course I want you. Why would I scent you all the time if I didn’t want you?”

Oscar wants to bring up the nose thing, how he just thought that’s how Lando kept himself comfortable. Want to bring up how Lando never said anything. But it’s details, really. Details that don’t really matter, not when Lando is standing in front of him, saying he’s in love with Oscar.

So instead, he grabs the front of Lando’s hoodie, pulls him close, presses their lips together in a searing kiss. Lando yelps, but then melts into it immediately, making a happy little purring noise in the back of his throat.

(Later, with his arms wrapped around Lando’s naked, sleeping form, Oscar presses his nose into the place where Lando’s neck meets his shoulder. He smells like LandoOscarLandoOscar, and it’s the most beautiful thing Oscar’s ever smelled. He’s falls asleep only seconds later.)

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kenngry88

1 year ago