I Was Seeing A Lot Of Writers Using That Kink Generator (@1425fivefive , @piastriachios And @pumpkennpie

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Landoscar is moving me these days, can you give me some fic recs pleasee ❤️

of course!! i'm terrible at remembering to bookmark things so i apologise if i forget anyone but in general some great authors to check out who write a lot of landoscar are 1425fivefive, glasscushion, bright-and-burning, higgsbosonblues, reminiscences, chelem . also this list has a LOT of rule 63 so... i hope u like rule 63 anon dflkjgfl

girly girl f1 oscar series by @reminiscenses - Perhaps my favourite girl oscar to date. her and this lando are so NASTYYYYY i am so fucking obsessed with them

opera house series by @reminiscenses - i still need to finish this series but it is sooooo unbelievably good - also girl osc, also love of my life

one step closer and i'm real by @1425fivefive - sex worker lando and f1 driver oscar... they've captured my whole heart

sunkissed by @1425fivefive - oscar and lando meet on a backpacking trip around europe and then . gasp. they fall in love !!!! these two are sooooo meltingly tender and sweet it makes me gooey

wearing nothing but glitter and lashes by @bright-and-burning - SOOOOO horny. SO horny. i love these two FREAKS

put a price on emotion by anon - this one is ft. charles too and it's one of my favourite landoscar dynamics everrrrr explored

how sweet it tastes series by @drivestraight - another series where these two are just so unbelievably NASTY hot for each other and i cannot get enough

he may be your dog but he's wearing my collar by @glasscushion - the sheer genius of this fic. oh my god. like imagine a dog panting with its tongue out. that's me reading this fic

pardon my emotions by @wisteriagoesvroom - girl lando in this is sooooooo <33333333 fawk she is so . yeah

the girls i mean by chelem - like what if we were both girls and we were both in inappropriate age gap relationships and we both cheated on our bfs together. what if

climb up to your lips by emptyhalf - i still need to finish reading this one but it's SOOOOO delicious i am OBSESSED

smokeshow by orphan acc - oscar fucks lando who is wearing a cheerleader uniform. unbelievably good and also horny

carried away by orphan acc - fake relationship shenanigans i LOVEEE

worth the trouble (it was an honour) by @maaxverstappen - i read this fic when i had covid and i full body sobbed for like an hour after finishing it.... very bittersweet and lovely

i say you'll live without it series by @freeuselandonorris - finally some delicious fucking food. landoscar + infidelity WAH

i think that's all for now.... i hope this gives u a mix of stuff to get going with... and please do check out all the authors too there's sooo many good fics by them all but this list would be years long if i recced every fic !!!

Baby Girl Lando - Part 2

(Part 1 here)

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{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

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I LOVE THIS VIDEO KEEPS COMING BACK PLS

THE FACT THAT TO THIS DAY THIS IS THE ONLY CLIP OF THAT INTERVIEW WE HAVE 😭😭 IS OUTRAGEOUS

yes I did💜💙

F1 Team history in visual form

More about teams in my 2024 season guide:)

insane behavior if you ask me

okay FINE i will get into brocedes, please recommend me your fave fics

the three fandom greats are:

Kellogg's Frosties and video games where nico comes back to racing and is lewis' teammate for the 2022 season

and

the art of saying goodbye by lost_decade who is THE brocedes writer

and

sing myself a lullaby by kaytheologie, a 46k canon compliant non linear retelling upto 2022 and it's a/b/o

adding a FOURTH fandom great

on the faultline by limabina which is a gorgeous 47k brocedes canon, with 2023 reconciliation. references so much of what happened irl down to nitty gritty details. abaolutely gorgeous fic

then here is some required reading fic recs (the monaco fic is one of my favourite fics of all time in fandom. perfect characterization. also the one where nico goes to university... I think of her constantly.)

oh oh also this the trajectory of Trojan asteroids by redpaint !!! where Nico on a bezos like mission goes to space and records messages to lewis and it hurts me so exquisitely

dirty valentine series by sionisjuane is THE 2023 brocedes reconciliation but also SO THEM. she just gets the dynamic like no other. also recc all her other brocede seals

and here are fics recs specifically based on reconciliation (the two lists might have some overlap)

lost_decade's entire catalogue. like just go thru it.

and c's reccs !!

@mecachrome posted a thing about fennec fox lando and it gave me the brain wigglies so!!! here we are lmao

There’s some kind of cat in Oscar’s drivers room. It’s small and white, with giant ears and a pointy snout, and curled up in a little ball on top of Oscar’s discarded ‘Good Times’ hoodie. Oscar raises an eyebrow at it, tries to remember if he missed some kind of memo about service pets or something.

He must make some kind of noise, because the cat-something suddenly cracks open an eye and lets out a panicked screech noise when he spots Oscar, jumping up and beelining for the door, knocking over three water bottles and an entire side table in the process before disappearing into Lando’s driver’s room across the hallway, leaving a bewidlred Oscar behind in his own upturned driver's room.

And that, more or less, is how Oscar finds out his new teammate can shapeshift into a fennec fox.

--

Kim’s eyeing Oscar warily when he makes his way into McLaren hospitality that morning. “Uhm,” he says, eyes flicking down to the obvious bulge in Oscar’s hoodie pocket.

“Don’t ask,” Oscar says. “He’s refusing to get out of there.”

Lando chooses that exact moment to poke his pointy little snout out of the pocket, and blearily glares at Kim before tucking himself back in. He’s had this strange obsession with Oscar’s hoodies that Oscar’s long since given up trying to figure out. Nowadays he just accepts all his clothes are perpetually covered in white hair and that he sometimes ends up playing Taxi Piastri all weekend, especially when Lando’s having a bit of a rough one.

Which he’s been having a lot of, with the whole championship thing.

“Do I, uh. Does he want breakfast too?” Kim asks, still eyeing Oscar’s hoodie as Oscar sits down on the chair across from him.

Oscar shrugs. “Lando? Breakfast?”

His hoodie lets out a pitiful squeak. “Just a chicken wrap, if they have it,” Oscar translates.

“Right,” Kim says, and with one last wary look, makes himself scarce. Inside Oscar’s hoodie pocket, Lando lets out a content little noise, and snuggles ever so closer to Oscar’s abdomen.

--

There’s two giant ears poking out of Oscar’s suitcase. He squints at them as he walks into his hotel room. “How did you even get in here?” He asks, as he shucks of his McLaren branded hoodie and throws it in the direction of the suitcase. A singular paw emerges from the mess and drags the hoodie closer, so the ears are now covered.

“Just because I can see you doesn’t mean you’re not there,” Oscar says, shaking his head fondly as he flops down on the bed. “Also don’t think being cute will get you out of explaining how on earth you got into my hotel room.”

His suitcase squeaks. Oscar rolls his eyes and turns on something on the TV, propping the pillows of his bed up and settling in against them.

When he startles awake, roughly two hours later, he has a bundle of happily purring fennec fox curled up in his arms.

--

Lando has the zoomies. Oscar can hear, through the thin wall of his driver’s room, the telltale patter patter patter of Lando’s paws, the occasional crashing sound when he knocks something off something. Oscar sighs, hoists himself off the couch, goes to see what’s going on.

“Wanna talk about it?” He asks, leaning against the doorway as fennec fox Lando zooms over the couch and faults over the massage table. “Come on, bud. You can’t go into the car like this.”

That seems to do the trick. Unfortunately fox Lando decides to change back into human Lando halfway his jump towards the closet, and so he ends up flinging himself bodily into it. Oscar rushes forward and only just manages to catch him when he stumbles back. “Careful,” he says, softly, looking down into Lando’s greenbluegrey eyes as Lando smiles a little bashfully at him.

“My hero,” Lando says, bites at his lip.

“You want to tell me what’s going on?” Oscar asks.

Lando rights himself, steps away from Oscar’s arms. Oscar tries not to be too sad about that. “I, uh. It’s kind of. It’s stupid?”

“Okay?” Oscar asks, trying to sound as non-judging as possible. “You can still share.”

“Right. Uh. Hey, so. Remember how like. I love your hoodies?”

Oscar snorts. “Vaguely,” he says.

“Well, okay, turns out I uh. Also love. You.” Lando stares at him with those big eyes, hopping from foot to foot.

“Me,” Oscar parrots.

“You,” Lando says. “So, uh. That.”

“Ah,” Oscar says. “You know, that does like. Explain a lot.”

“Does it?” Lando asks, chewing on his hoodie string now. Actually, on further inspection, it’s totally Oscar’s hoodie.

“It really does,” Oscar says. And then, because it’s rude to keep someone waiting, kisses Lando square on the mouth.

Lando, clearly surprised by the move, squeaks, and promptly turns back into his fox form.

Right. Okay. That’s going to need some work, probably. But that’s fine. Oscar’s got time. Their whole lives, if Lando lets him. For now, he’s content with kissing the little fox between his giant ears, and trying not to laugh too hard when it turns back into a very disgruntled yet slightly embarrassed looking Lando.

on a childhood friendship broken ft ribs by lorde