F1 X Neon Genesis Evangelion: A Cruel Angel's Thesis Inspired By @mxgicdave's Suzuka Poster

Did a 20 minute drabble sprint with my speedy gentlemen buds and came out with this!

Prompt: “There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”

I chose to do some Landoscar fluff :)

Under the cut!

It starts out quiet.

Like Lando isn’t even sure anything is even different. It’s casual. It’s normal.

But something has shifted in the way Oscar Piastri looks at him. And Lando doesn't know how to deal with it other than internal flailing and alarms screeching in his head.

“Here,” Oscar offers with a small nod, handing Lando his forgotten water bottle he had left abandoned in the hospitality an hour earlier.

Lando takes it from Oscar’s outstretched hand and feels their fingers brush just the tiniest bit from the pass. Lando shivers. He hopes it was internal shivering that is imperceptible to others, imperceptible to Oscar.

“Thanks.” Lando says mutely. And then Oscar does the damndest thing.

He winks at him.

Lando melts into a puddle. What is wrong with him?

—

Lando really should have the couch of his driver’s room facing the door and not facing away from the door. It was a tragic mistake in strategy on his part.

So it shouldn’t come as a surprise when he feels warm breath ghost over the back of his neck and a soft thud against the back of the couch.

He drops his phone. The traitorous device snaps into his chest and bounces onto the floor.

“Hey.” Oscar breathes down the back of his neck.

Lando makes a slightly mangled noise in response and scrambles to the floor to look for his phone. Nevermind it being a traitorous device, it’s now his savior to get Oscar’s breath away from his neck before he does something stupid like turn around and pull his face to Lando’s.

Lando finally grabs his phone and looks up at Oscar, who is now leaning over the top of the couch and tilting his head in a way Lando would die before he admits he finds cute. He’s smiling and waiting for Lando to get himself together.

It strikes Lando then. Oscar’s always waiting for him. Never pushy. Never impatient. Just. Waiting. Like he’s got all the time in the world for him.

He clears his throat. “Is it a habit of yours to frighten men in their own driver’s rooms?”

Oscar laughs, quiet and jerky, like he’s trying to bend over the front of the couch. He shakes his head. “Nah, just thought you’d appreciate these.”

At that, Oscar reveals a bag of stroopwafels he had been hiding behind the couch.

Lando gasps and climbs back up the couch to Oscar’s space.

“You dog. You did not get me stroopwafels.” Lando says in disbelief, trying to paw them out of Oscar’s grasp.

He hands them over with no issue, and Lando notices Oscar’s fingers linger just the slightest bit over Lando’s.

“Hopefully they make up for scaring the living daylights out of you?”

Lando nods his head hastily and starts tearing the package open before someone can come take them from him. Before Jon can take them from him.

“How did you get these past security?” Lando says with awe while offering Oscar a warm stroopwafel.

Oscar takes it and pops a corner of it into his mouth.

“There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”

And Lando feels like the air has been sucked out of the room at the absolute sincerity in Oscar’s tone.

And then Lando finally looks up at Oscar, really looks at him. And he finds something unwavering in his eyes.

“Oh.” Lando gets out quietly.

“Yeah.” Oscar agrees, nodding his head a bit and then scratching the back of his neck.

“Would you get me chicken nuggets too?”

A laugh punches out of Oscar at that. And Lando appreciates the warmth that spreads through his chest at seeing Oscar like this. There’s something there. Lando just has to figure out what it is.

What Lando would find out later, is that Oscar already knew what it was. He would just wait a while longer for Lando to catch on.

—

I cannot 🧡🧡

#are you trying to kill us all 😭#OscarPiastri #LandoNorris

OH FUCK RIGHT OFF 😭😭

via george's story

via carmen's story

16 Oct ‘22 // Birthday boy with the sweetest lil laugh

oscar via @/diddlysquat.farmshop on instagram

i just know this is somebody's kink i just know it

scraps

{carlos sainz x charles leclerc}

in which memory is a persistent thing. a love story in two halves.

-

Carlos buries his nose in the hood of the cream hoodie that Charles leaves behind, inhaling the scent of laundry soap and something unmistakably Charles.

If he closes his eyes, he can pretend Charles is here instead of thousands of miles away. Instead, the softness he wants to burrow into is hollow - empty - a poor replacement for the man he wants to touch, to taste.

He’s long realised he can’t rid himself of this yearning, and so instead of fighting it, he gives in freely - letting his hands wander over Charles whenever he can, to tease him with words and suggestive looks even when there are cameras around. He doesn’t care if anyone knows - his love demands expression.

He clutches the hoodie and wonders what other little scraps of Charles exists in his apartment, in his heart.

-

On the other side of the world, Charles stares out into the busy street, the spread of data sheets in front of him long forgotten, his coffee turning cold. Instead of the name he’s grown familiar with, one so close to his own, the papers are now scrawled with Lewis’ name, his numbers.

He feels sick.

Carlos isn’t even gone yet, but they’re already packing all memory of him into boxes.

Charles absently reaches for the little crochet toy in his lap - more carrot-shaped than chilli, and strokes a familiar line down the threading - now worn from his repeated, self-soothing movements.

Carlos once told him, teasingly, that he’d forget that toy that he’d handed to him. Like he’d be careless about it - leave it in the car, at the paddock, or in a hotel. They receive hundreds of gifts every race weekend - but this one, this time, is different.

He didn’t think Carlos heard him - but his whole face had grown serious even before he could play it cool for the cameras. “I won’t,” he’d said, almost stubbornly, more to himself than anything.

He won’t forget Carlos - no matter how many times the headlines remind him that it’s his last fucking year, no matter how many jokes Carlos makes or how casually he refers to their impending separation. He won’t forget their podiums and their losses, the taste of champagne that is especially sweet when Carlos sprays it right against his face - the taste of Carlos himself, when they’re alone behind closed doors, and he can finally summon the courage to let his hands and lips linger, possess. He won’t forget the way Carlos looks up at him from between his spread thighs, how his mouth can go from deliciously filthy to whispered tenderness that threatens to fracture him in seconds.

He has never been good with goodbyes. He was nearly inconsolable with Seb.

Now, with Carlos - it’s unthinkable.

His idly stroking finger catches on a loose thread in the crochet, and he swears when he sees the way his strokes have frayed the string, wearing it out with his carelessness. He needs to be more careful - the chili in his lap is already starting to unravel.

“You’re going to forget about it,” Carlos had said. A joke, mere weeks ago. He’ll bet Carlos has forgotten about it already.

Charles still hasn’t.

Won’t.

-

said video that eviscerated me

this video is my one reason for living rn

landoscar social media au!

this is almost canon by now, bUT i tried imagining them in a way that matched their personality so oscar’s feed is organized and lando’s more colorful!

Nooo Ellie!! Don’t delete! Stop it fhejdkd 👀😂

For the poly prompts; What about “which one of you idiots is warming their icy little feet on me?! you need to get that checked!”

With Max/Charles/Lando/Oscar? 🥰

ajdfaskdlj dont worry i'm not ACTUALLY deleting i'm just. in a weird mood about my writing lmao. ANYWAY love these four excellent choice

“which one of you idiots is warming their icy little feet on me?! you need to get that checked!”

Max should’ve known, really. He should’ve known that when he flopped down on the bed in their master bedroom for a little nap he would end up being absolutely piled by his boyfriends.

Oscar is first. Max has barely laid down when he shuffles into the room, e-reader in hand, and sits down next to Max without a word, flipping open the case of his e-reader as he goes. Max fondly rolls his eyes and tucks himself into Oscar’s chest, let’s Oscar’s wrap an arm around him and pull him closer, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Max’s head.

Max dozes like that for a bit, wrapped up in Oscar’s arms, his nose buried in the fabric of Oscar’s t-shirt, comforted by the smell of laundry detergent and the soft patterns Oscar is drawing on his arm with his fingers.

Charles is next, because Charles is a clingy bastard who has some sort of weird sixth sense for cuddle piles. He’s much less gentle about it then Oscar, simply flops himself down into the nonexistent space between Oscar and Max’s body and then makes a happy little noise as Max and Oscar grumble and rearrange themselves to accommodate him.

Max’s arm ends up trapped under Charles’s body, and Charles’s nose is pressed into his neck, and he can feel the soft puff of Charles’s breath ghosting over his collarbone. Oscar’s hand has moved to Max’s hair now, and he’s absentmindedly playing with the strands, still holding his e-reader in the other.

Lando takes the longest to realize what’s going on, too engaged in his Twitch stream to realize all of his boyfriends have gone missing. When he does realize, he loudly complains about being left out and then launches himself at the pile of bodies on the bed.

“Lando,” Oscar wheezes, as the e-reader goes flying and Charles lets out a loud yelp as Lando’s elbow lands somewhere near his abdomen. Max curses and only just manages to avoid Lando’s other elbow as he grabs him by the waist and tries to rearrange them in a way that works.

Lando squeaks, flails his arms around, nearly hits Oscar in the face as he does. There’s a lot of shuffling, and way too many limbs, and when Max finally thinks they’ve got it-

“Which one of you idiots is warming their icy little feet on me?! You need to get that checked!”

“Lando,” Charles and Oscar say in unison, and all right. Fair. Max glares at Lando. Lando pouts at him.

“My feet are cold,” he says.

Max snorts. “Understatement of the year, Norris. Get them off my fucking leg.”

It’s Oscar’s turn to yelp. “That doesn’t mean put them on my leg, Jesus! Go put on some fucking socks you lunatic.”

Lando pouts harder, turns his gaze to Charles.

“If you put your little icicles on my I swear to god I’m driving your car into the gravel during the next race,” Charles says solemnly.

Lando groans loudly and hauls himself off the bed. “What is the point of having three boyfriends if none of them allow you to warm your feet on them. Useless, the lot of you,” he grumbles. But when he returns, he’s wearing a fluffy pair of socks Max is pretty sure are actually Charles’s.

He crawls into bed a lot more carefully this time, slots himself into the free space Charles and Max have created between them. Oscar’s giving up on reading, scooting himself down the bed to lay down as well, and then Max finally, finally gets his well-deserved nap.

Or well. He gets to close his eyes for a good ten minutes, which is when Lando rolls over and absolutely elbows him in the nose, but still. Nice while it lasted.

F1 FANFICS REC LIST - Magical Realism

you don't have to know that it's haunted (8373 words) by mintchocolatechip97 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen Summary: At twenty-six, Charles is a witch, and a son, and a racecar driver. He’s learnt what magic can’t save him from, and when it soothes. He likes to think he has it all under control. But the most dangerous thing a witch can do is want. And Charles’s longings outnumber the fish of the Mediterranean Sea. Charles is a witch. Max finds out.

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wilde (12801 words) by debrief Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: “I’m not sure how aware you are, but people online have started speculating about Oscar since last weekend,” Linda’s static voice comes through. Lando swivels around on his heel. “About Oscar being a merman? What? How—” “No,” Linda says, measured. “They’re speculating that he’s your wag.” A pause. “What’s a wag?” Oscar asks.

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he may be your dog but he's wearing my collar (3611 words) by glasscushion Rating: Explicit Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: “I'll be two minutes, and then we can try and get that stupid collar off you.” Lando’s bottom lip drops and his face glazes over. “Huh?” His tongue slips out, fat and wet, and traces the edge of his front teeth. “The trophy. That's what it looks like, isn't it? A collar.” Oscar mimes hooking a finger inside a shirt collar and gags. “All tight like that, on your throat.” "Ha." It's not a laugh, just an open-mouthed noise. “Yeah. Suppose so.”

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roll two ones on the dice (4190 words) by anderstorpgrandprix Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: “There we go,” Oscar mumbles, and the belt unravels from Lando’s wrist. Lando rubs his skin, looks at the faint red mark around it. Oscar starts to work on the knot around the bedpost and asks, “Do I wanna know why you’re tied up?” “So I wouldn’t go anywhere. Sleepwalk or teleport or whatever.” “Right,” Oscar huffs. “And now I’m here instead.”

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no proof, not much (but you saw enough) (3494 words) by ipleadbritney Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: A soul bond is like any other type of magic; you can buy it in a bottle. Or, to be more precise, you can manufacture it. Oscar and Lando are accused of having an illegal soul bond.

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from the ashes (phoenix rising) (8996 words) by 14CookiesGone Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: Oscar’s gotten used to the dull ache between his shoulder blades. His wings, which were not yet fully feathered when he stepped into his role as test and reserve driver at Alpine, have always carried an additional weight than they probably should. They’re also dull - a murky yellow and burnt orange combination that makes him look like the back end of forgotten autumn. A forgotten talent, perhaps. OR Oscar's wings begin to change during the 2023 season, and he does his best to figure out why.

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Needs Improvement (7104 words) by peachbellini Rating: Explicit Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: Will you shut up? Oscar thinks, trying to remember where his bite point is, Lando’s voice ringing in his ears. He doesn’t want to say it out loud, be rude to him on the radio for the world to hear, but this is just silly. Distracting. I can’t drive with you shouting like that. You’re not going to disappoint anyone. The lights start to count up Wait Lando sounds confused. How can you hear what I’m thinking?

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sju sorters blommor (5940 words) by anderstorpgrandprix Rating: Mature Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: “You should’ve heard Kim’s scream,” Oscar continues. He gestures down at his sneakers, then, at the purple stains covering almost the entire left shoe. “And I spilled smoothie all over myself.” “M’sorry,” Lando says. He doesn’t mean to, really, but it rushes out of him. He’s embarrassed, and tired, and sick of it, so his normally subpar brain-to-mouth filter is down for the count. Oscar huffs. “Why are you sorry? It’s not like you—oh. Oh no. Oh no.” Lando feels himself flush. He’s warm all over, skin prickling, and it doesn’t help that Oscar is suddenly bending over in laughter, slapping his thigh like this is the funniest thing that’s ever happened to him. “It’s not funny.” Oscar keeps laughing, hands on his knees to support the way his body convulses. It's a bit over the top, Lando thinks. “You caused an earthquake!”

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fluorescent (kid, adult and everything in between) (10515 words) by AnItalianFrie Rating: Not Rated Relationships: Alexander Albon/George Russell Summary: 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.

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