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Lando attaches the blushy, pouty photo and sends it, then locks his phone and drops it onto the carpet beside him, staring up at the ceiling.
There’s a pause, stretching suspiciously long.
A faint click echoes through the call. Mute. Then unmute again.
“Sorry,” OP says when he comes back, his voice rougher now. “Thought someone was at the door.”
Or: Lando loses an F1 championship and signs up for a charity Minecraft speedrunning tournament to cope with his existential crisis. Turns out his coach, faceless speedrunning champion OP81, might be a bit of a fanboy.
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ollie
hi
can we meet behind the mercedes garage?
please
kimi
yes sure
are u okay?
ollie
yeah im fine
kimi
okay, i’ll be there in 5
or Ollie really needs to tell Kimi something just before they drive their first free practice :)
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“Poor Oscar, man. Haven’t you heard?” Carlos said, sighing as if whatever happened personally affected him.
Lando released Carlos’s hands, gulping. Carlos now steadily eyes Lando’s expression, while he begins to grimace. Because now Lando knew that he wouldn’t just be a bystander but somehow a mentioned connection by those who weren’t able to keep their mouth shut. Partially at Lando’s own fault for not being able to keep his.
“Is Osc’ fine?” Lando asked, keeping his face calm while his voice, shaking, betrayed him.
“If your girlfriend of two years broke up with you, would you be fine?” Carlos asked, muttering curses in a foreign language underneath his breath. “I can’t believe it, Lily and Oscar were perfect–”
Carlos paused, looking thoughtfully at the table rather than back at Lando. “No offense or anything.”
Or: The soulmates au, where how close you are to getting with your soulmates is shown by three colors, red, yellow, and green; The five times Lando made a move, and the one time Oscar did.
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He can’t really tell when it happens but somewhere between the second and third game the hand on his hip stopped moving, he could feel the way Oscar softened slightly underneath him, his whole body going more pliant under his own.
‘Who’s hand is that’ ‘who’s behind Lando theres hair’ his eyes skim the chat, he can’t out Oscar like this not while he's asleep under him.
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Inspired by landoscar art of oscar asleep under lando while lando streams.
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Max can’t smell any of his usual aggression beneath the unusual spatter of Omega, sweet yet violent, and it makes his head spin.
“Max,” is all Charles says, voice breathless. He looks over his shoulder, quick, hasty, looks back. His eyes are wider, if possible. “We have— we have fucked up, I think.”
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- Part 1 of like fire and powder
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Ever since spending his rut with Charles, Max's jealousy has been going haywire. It doesn't help that their relationship is more strained than ever. Winning his first championship and seeing his omega congratulating his biggest rival instead of him is the final straw.
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- Part 4 of bare your teeth verse (abo)
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Max is only a little bit concerned about Charles when the screens around the track replay the images of him hitting the barriers at the first corner on lap one during the safety car period.
There’s nothing for him to worry about, not really: these things happen; Charles walked out; Charles has a good team around him; Charles’ team will make sure that he’s all good; and Max has a race to win.
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- Part 2 of More Navy Than Red: A Little To The Left
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He doesn’t really know how he ended up he ended up in Max's driver's room after he crashed out at the first corner on lap one, but as he buries his face into Petit Lion’s mane, he finds that he doesn’t really care.
He remembers getting out of the wreck that had become of his Ferrari. He remembers getting a ride from the medical car. He remembers stopping by the Ferrari hospitality, and then getting dismissed quickly because there wasn’t much race to debrief over. He remembers going to his driver’s room to curl up with a warm, soft blanket and Petit Lion. He remembers feeling unsettled in his little trackside nest.
Petit Lion has stopped smelling like Max.
Charles is halfway to the Red Bull motorhome—wrapped in a blanket, and holding Petit Lion tight to his chest—before he realises what he’s doing. He stops in the middle of the paddock. Is he really going to break into Max’s driver’s room to steal something?
Pierre used to steal things for Charles all of the time. Yuki still steals Max’s items for Charles. Max must know that Charles is getting his items at the end of the day, surely Max wouldn’t mind if they cut out the middleman.
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Max doesn't mind. Not in the slightest.
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- Part 1 of More Navy Than Red: A Little To The Left
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Itty Bitty Teeny Tiny Little Slutty Skirt by Chandelier_s_Notebook
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
17 Apr 2026
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Charles is at Jimmy’s with one goal in mind: seduce Max Verstappen.
He’s finally won his home race. He deserves a little treat.
A big treat. Hopefully.
He’s heard that it’s big.
He wants, and wants, and wants, and wants.
And Charles always gets what he wants.
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The Omega is dressed in workout clothes and is down on one knee, petting Roscoe who is pushing bodily against George to get more attention. George is grinning down at him and then up at Angela as she laughs and talks about the time Roscoe almost bowled over some visiting VIPs. Angela’s scent is her usual clean Beta scent, it’s grounded Lewis more than once, especially before a race start. There’s a hint of George’s scent clinging to her now though, probably from a handshake, and George’s scent itself is mixed in with Roscoe’s, unsurprisingly. Lewis feels some of the morning’s tension drop away.
George looks and smells completely comfortable and happy with Roscoe trying his best to knock him over. He’s not acting like the bulldog scent is too much or like he’s going to want to wash it off as soon as possible. Lewis smiles, pleased, the possessive feeling inside of him curling a little more.
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feeling your love and warmth has become normal for me, and before i knew it, i couldn't live without you. by stfupchallenge
Fandoms: Formula 2 RPF, Formula 1 RPF
23 Feb 2025
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“Don’t judge me too hard for my tastes in movies, yeah?” ollie thinks he’s being pretty smooth with it. considering kimi has yet to ask him if he’s alright.
“Oh, come on. If you like it, then I will like it too,” he easily answers, like that was a normal thing to say. it was probably normal, but ollie clearly wasn’t feeling like himself, as his traitorous heart skips a beat and he, against all rules set in his head, flusters.
in which, kimi wears ollie's clothes once. nothing is right after he does.
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“Verstappen!” The banging ensues. “I know you are in there!”
Max was never going to choose anyone else. “I’ll have Charles.”
He goes to open the door as the FIA representative gets the forms sorted.
He catches the Monegasque’s wrist before his face gets a fist in it. He wonders if Charles will actually punch him if given the chance. “Hello.”
OR: What happens in Max's Winner's Room after Austria 2019
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- Part 9 of ZaZuPrompts July 2024
- Part 4 of One Lavish Hotel Room For The Winner
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Charles succumbs to the ease that only comes in the form of Max, in his hotel bed, breathing on top of him.
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Oscar is the crew's new getaway driver, but Lando doesn't trust him. Doesn't like how calm he stays when things go to hell.
But then things do go to hell, a job gone sideways, crew lost. Now it's just the two of them on the run.
Oscar starts seeing the cracks in Lando's armor. The way he folds when someone handles him right.
The way he begs but never says it out loud.
The hatred is always easy. What comes after isn’t.
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- Part 7 of landoscar works by this anon
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“Charlie, truth or dare,” Lando asked.
“A dare,” he muttered. More whispering to Carlos which made Charles bite his lip in nervousness. Maybe this was the wrong choice.
“I dare you to sit on Max’s lap,” his eyes widened.OR: A few members of the grid get drunk, start stripping and playing truth or dare, and Charles and Max are put in an interesting situation
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Charles Leclerc was born dead.
The chances of turning, being able to metabolise vampire blood after death, average around the world at 85%. For stillborns, whose bodies have yet to create any neural links, the chances of success are low.
He is lucky it worked.
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- Part 3 of ZaZuPrompts July 2024
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“Aren’t you just perfect, baby,” Max praises quietly, pressing and pressing into Charles. The movement is so steady, so deep, feels like so much, and Charles gives a quiet whimper, shivering, gone. “Look how well you take me. First thing in the morning, hm? Haven’t eaten yet, but you’ve taken most of my hand already.”
returning to free-use charles & max because why the hell not
(can be read separately)Series
- Part 25 of lestappen sundays (fic collection)
- Part 3 of play with me (connected stories)
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“Run,” Max growls, shaking with tension, hands in fists on his sides.
“What?”
“Run,” Max repeats, shallow inhales bringing in Charles’ scent, just the barest hint of it underneath his mandatory track blockers, and it’s hot, sweaty, the kind Max only knows from their bedroom, and he can’t.
He needs to catch him.
or, mexico gp 2025 & charles playing with max’s alpha instincts until he finally snaps
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- Part 32 of lestappen sundays (fic collection)
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The world knew Lando Norris as the smiling, quick-witted driver who lived for speed, the golden boy behind the wheel of a steel horse that tore through cities and circuits alike. But beneath the cheers and camera flashes, the endless travel and sleepless nights began to blur together, a never-ending loop of circuits, interviews, and social obligations. Every hotel room looked the same — sterile, impersonal, and smelling faintly of disinfectant. Every podium felt emptier than the last, the applause echoing like a hollow drum in a cavern that had long since swallowed him whole. The roar of the engine, once a symphony of freedom, now only amplified the turmoil inside, echoing the disquiet he could never quite silence. He missed home — though the idea of "home" had become a ghost, a memory softened and warped by absence — and the version of himself that didn’t need to perform, that could just exist without expectation. Out there, he was wanted; here, in the small spaces between hotel walls and his own thoughts, he wasn’t sure by whom.
Most drivers were Doms; the remaining were designationless.
He was the first driver to be neither: he was Submissive.
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- Part 4 of Em's Landoscar Fics
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ollie's suzuka crash, from kimi's pov