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i'm in love with every single one of these

formula one masterlist

drivers i will write for: lando norris, charles leclerc, oscar piastri, logan sargeant, george russell, lance stroll, yuki tsunoda, max verstappen, mick schumacher, pato o'ward, david malukas

may write for other drivers depending on request, i will let you know if i don't generally vibe with the idea and encourage you to pass it along to another writer!!

some prompt lists you can use: one two three four* five

accepting requests via asks, but I will not guarantee I will write them, but I will encourage you to pass it along to another writer, if it's something in my wheelhouse i will give it a shot!!

if you'd like to be added to a taglist send me an ask!! either general or for a specific driver

I do not write smut!! can be sexy/implied but I skip over explicit scenes!

✨ = personal favourite

SERIES AND COLLECTIONS

our deal + worth it for once [lando Norris x driver!reader] ✨ the wag collection [multi-driver, smaus] ✨

LANDO NORRIS [ln4]

crossing the line [fluff/angst] wedding crasher [fluff] ✨ change your ticket [fluff] fish [fluff/ficlet] i've had no love like your love, nobody [social media au] and your friend steve [social media au] an extended family christmas [holiday, social media au] santa's lando's workshop [holiday, fluff] new years traditions and drunk kisses [fluff, spicy, new years eve] just for the day [fluff, kinda platonic, valentine's day] hole in one [social media au, the wag collection] figure it out [social media au, the wag collection] ✨ say you won't let go [fluff, blurb apart of 2k summer bash] the tan line that never fades [fluff, blurb apart of 2k summer bash] along the yellow brick road [fluff, spooky season]

our deal series [williams driver!reader] - finished

our deal full masterlist ✨ part one - our deal | suzuka [angst, some fluff, some spice] part two - our deal | just friends [social media au] part two.five - our deal | qatar [angst] part three - our deal | mexico [fluff, some angst, some spice] part four - our deal | miami [fluff, some angst, spice] part five - our deal | heart eyes [social media au] part six - our deal | las vegas [angst] ✨ part seven - our deal | question mark [social media au] part eight - our deal | season end [fluff] ✨ part nine - our deal | together [social media au] bonus - an our deal christmas [holiday, fluff]

worth it for once series [williams driver!reader - our deal continued]

part one - worth it for once | dts [fluff] part one.five "it'll be alright" [fluffy angst, blurb] part two - worth it for once | bahrain [fluff/angst] part three - worth it for once | australia [angst] part four - worth it for once | have your back [social media au] part five - worth it for once | miami [fluff, lando race win] ✨ part six - worth it for once | austria [angst] part seven - worth it for once | R&R [social media au] part eight - worth it for once | summer break [fluff]

CHARLES LECLERC [cl16]

i can see you [middle/spicy] I can see you part two [middle/spicy] in a different timezone [social media au] ✨ how sweet it is [blurb, fluff, valentine's day] wake up call [blurb apart of 1.5k, fluff] obviously equally skilled [social media au, the wag collection] flowers for your birthday [fluff] ✨ the taste of your lips [fluff, blurb apart of 2k summer bash] twenty-one days [fluff/angst, blurb apart of 2k summer bash]✨ do you like scary movies? [fluff, spooky]

OSCAR PIASTRI [op81]

a very rookie secret santa [holiday, fluff] ignoring tornado warnings [fluff] ✨ some friendly advice [fluff] ✨ does he even know how to skate? [social media au, the wag collection] when she called [angst] a friendly push [fluff, part two to "some friendly advice"] just a guy on a horse [social media au] ✨ sunset swim [spicy, fluff] ✨ sunburnt, sunkissed [spicy, fluff] favourite place [fluff] ✨

YUKI TSUNODA [yt22]

made with love [fluff, blurb apart of 1.5k celebration] I like this seat for you [fluff, blurb apart of 2k summer bash] ✨

LANCE STROLL [ls18]

"hotter than yesterday" [fluff, blurb apart of 1.5k celebration] ✨ like in the hallmark movies [holiday, fluff] aced it [social media au, the wag collection] the hockey sweater [fluff, spicy] ✨ a wedding favour [fluff] ✨ fireflies and lantern light [fluff, apart of 2k summer bash] the best medicine [fluff, blurb apart of 2k summer bash]

MAX VERSTAPPEN [mv1]

a spectacularly bad plan [fluff, blurb apart of 1.5k celebration] to get the best deal [fluff, valentine's day] a friendly competition [fluff, spicy, valentine's day]

GEORGE RUSSELL [gr63]

one kiss at midnight [fluff, a little spicy, new year's eve fic] ✨ different tracks [social media au, the wag collection]

MICK SCHUMACHER [ms47]

sleepy breakfast [fluff, valentine's day] something in his pocket [fluff, blurb apart of 1.5k celebration]

LOGAN SARGEANT [ls2]

the perfect all-american couple [social media au, the wag collection] a run of birthdays [fluff] a run of birthdays (part two) [fluff] ✨ breakfast of champions [fluff, blurb apart of 2k summer bash]

INDYCAR

PATO O'WARD [po5]

a mariposa and a duck [fluff, blurb apart of 2k summer bash] ✨ sun safety first [fluff, blurb apart of 2k summer bash] okay, for the most part [angst -> fluff]

DAVID MALUKAS [dm66]

what's in the favourites folder? [blurb, fluff]

hello!!! so — i must confess something. i have been thinking *very very verrrrry* much about taking mr. ln chaar to a desi wedding (like a cousin's wedding or something) and watching him get bombarded with rishtas when they find out he's british, the aunties and uncles not realising that he's actually *with* reader and not just some baraati/random tinku ke mausi ke bete ka dost.

Big, Fat Indian Wedding ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

i love writing typical indian ffs, cause we really are a bunch of crazies

⤑ ln x desi!reader ༉‧₊˚.

⤑ fluff + humour ༉‧₊˚.

masterlist ☾☼

"are you sure i look good?" lando had never worn a kurta before, but since y/n was attending someone's wedding, he had insisted on tagging along.

he turned to look at y/n, who stood beside the mirror, "babe, you look so good, i want to skip the wedding and spend the whole night here,"

lando giggled, turning red just slightly as he turned away from her, "y/n! stop!"

she laughed, throwing the dupatta at him.

lando held the dupatta in front of him, before putting it around his neck, and then looked at y/n for confirmation on whether it looked good or not. she nodded appreciatively.

y/n tucked her hand in lando's elbow, and the two exited the hotel room that the groom and bride had graciously offered them for the night, and walked to the venue.

lando, not being used to wearing a dhoti, fussed constantly about not accidentally stepping on it or getting it dirty. y/n could do nothing but watch her boyfriend take such good care and put in so much efforts to appreciate her culture.

when they stepped in, the two were immediately greeted with some of y/n's relatives at the gate.

"y/n! beta, how are you? we don't see you anymore!" an old man exclaimed.

y/n immediately untucked her hand and joined them together, "namaste, nanaji. i'm good, how have you been? your health?"

seeing the gesture that y/n had done, lando immediately copied, remembering when she had explained to him the basic courtesies of her culture.

"arre, beta, sab theek, sab theek," he continued talking, but lando, not understanding the language, walked ahead, getting lost in the bright flowery venue.

every surface had lights and flowers. there was a square stage in the middle of the area, which had it's own little roof made out of strings of flowers going from one side to the other. there were chairs facing the stage from all four directions. the bride and groom were standing, posing for pictures with a bunch of people, laughing and accepting gifts and envelopes.

lando's attention was focused on the stage, and without realising, he took a seat somewhere in the middle, eyes transfixed on the bride and groom. he watched as groups of people went up the stage, and the bride and the groom took turns explaining the relations, and then everyone turning to the camera for pictures.

he watched as the bride and groom smiled instantly when people arrived, and then softly spoke to each other when they found little moments in between. he watched as the groom wrapped an arm around his bride's waist and smiled so lovingly at her. lando wondered if this is what his marriage to y/n would look like. would she look as gorgeous as the bride? would he look as in love as the groom?

suddenly, a woman sat beside him. it wasn't y/n. definitely not. because this woman was almost double his age, and had a glint in her eye that he wasn't sure he liked.

"namaste, beta. kaha se ho tum?" the woman said, joining her hands in front of her like y/n had done before.

lando immediately copied, but continued to stare at her confusedly. "um, i don't really speak hindi. i'm so sorry,"

the woman's eyes lit up, "ohho! are you from america? where is that accent from?"

"i'm actually british. i'm not from america."

"british yani london?"

"yeah! yeah, london." lando said.

the woman immediately turned, calling out to her friends or relatives, lando didn't know, "arre, jaldi aao! london se munda hai! rishta nikaal lo!"

a group of ladies surrounded him now, and lando began to panic. he looked around for y/n, but failed to see her in the sea of people.

"you're from london, yes?" one of the women said.

"uh, yeah," lando began to stand, "actually, i'm looking for-"

the woman from before pulled at his arm, seating him again, "you were not looking for anyone. shut up and sit."

lando felt like a deer at the centre of a pride of lions. the women all stared at him, smiling and waiting, and he could not figure out just what they wanted from him.

suddenly, a woman shoved her phone in front of his face, her screen brightness so high, it made lando squint. "tell me, boy, do you like her?"

lando looked at the picture of her daughter, he assumed, "um, yeah, she's nice,"

"good, good. she's a doctor. she can move with you to london. doesn't have to work if you don't want her to,"

"what? no! why would she move to london with me? why would she leave her job?"

a different woman shoved her phone in his hand this time, "forget her. you look at her and tell me if you like her,"

"i'm sure all your daughters are really beautiful, but i'm here with-" lando tried to explain.

"tell me, what's your birthdate? kundli nikaal ke dekh lenge jiski jodi acchi banti hai,"

"13th november," lando responded, hoping that if he gave the women what they wanted, they would leave him alone.

"year?"

"1999,"

the women stared at their respective phones for a few minutes, and lando tried to use their distraction to escape. he was unsuccessful, as the previous woman who had tried to stop him before, stopped him again, this time keeping a firm grip on his arm.

"what do you do for a living?" the interrogation began again.

"uh, i'm a driver, a-"

the women all made disapproving sounds in unison, "matlab paisa kam hoga,"

"par, london mein gaadi chalayega toh paisa apne desh se toh zyaada hi hoga na,"

there were murmurs of agreement. lando looked for y/n again.

"how many properties you own?"

lando was confused by the line of questioning, but the firm hand on his arm stopped him from running away like he wanted to.

"one in monaco, and one in somerset, but that's my parents' place," he responded.

"yeh monaco kidhar aata?"

"arre, europe mein hi hoga kahi par. paisa hai iske paas, ladkiyaan khushi khushi reh sakti hai,"

"you have big family?" another question directed towards lando.

"i've got two sisters and a brother." he said.

"sasuraal mein rehna padega shaayad,"

"europe-sheurope mein sasuraal kuchh nahi hota hai. shaadi ke baad, sab alag alag rehne lagte hai,"

the women began discussing again. looking around for the millionth time, lando finally found his girlfriend.

y/n was standing a little far away, staring right at lando and his group of old women. she looked like she was trying not to laugh, as she conversed with another woman. lando sent her a pleading look, almost begging her to come save him.

y/n, seeing lando's look of fear, rolled her eyes, smiling, and began walking towards him. a hand cupped lando's cheeks, and pulled his attention back to the women surrounding him.

"how many kids you want? we want two, at least. we are okay for more also,"

lando blushed. why were strange women asking how many kids he wanted in his future? that was a conversation that he was only ever going to have with y/n, his girlfriend, the woman he was going to marry.

before he could respond, y/n's voice rang from behind him, "namaste, mamiji, chachiji, maasiji,"

the women lit up, talking over each other and greeting y/n. lando felt slightly calm now that his girlfriend was around, but he also knew that she was trouble. lando didn't know what to expect at this point.

"accha, y/n, batao, yeh ladke ko tum jaanti ho? london se hai," one of the women asked.

"haanji, jaanti hu na. mere saath aaya hai," she said.

"tumhare saath matlab?"

"arre, bhai hoga iska,"

"bhai-behen jaise lagte nahi hai, bhai kidhar se ho gaya?"

"duur ka rishtedaar ho sakta hai,"

"dost hoga varna,"

"dost ko kyu lekar aayegi voh,"

the women all spoke at once, arguing with each other. lando didn't know what he could do, and despite wanting to leave, the woman sitting beside him still had a firm grip on his arm.

"actually, humari sagaai hone vali hai. aaj bas puri family se milne aaya hai,"

whatever y/n had said, it had worked wonders, because the women immediately fell silent and stared at y/n. lando was just glad that the attention wasn't on him anymore.

"arranged hai ya love?"

"love marriage hai,"

"kitne saalo se jaante ho ek dusre ko?"

"6 years,"

"tumhare mummy papa ko pata hai?"

"haanji, unko sab pata hai,"

they all fell silent, looking at each other. it made lando think that maybe they were talking telepathically. it worried him. it scared him. more than crashing out on the track somehow.

"tumhare ladke ne bataya nahi. humari sabki ladkiyon ko dekh raha tha," one of them said, glaring at lando.

"itne saare nay log dekh kar darr gaya. aur aapne bolne bhi kaha diya usko?" y/n chuckled like she was making a joke, but no one else laughed. lando was so so confused.

slowly, the women stood up one by one, talking to y/n and bidding him goodbye. lando couldn't do much but just wave at them.

when the women were far far away from lando, he immediately got up and turned to his girlfriend, "who were they? why were they holding me captive? did i do something to offend them? why were they showing me pictures of their daughters?"

y/n laughed, grabbing his hands in hers and pulling him closer over the chair. she pecked his lips repeatedly, waiting for lando to calm down and kiss her properly. she knew people were watching, especially the old women who had just been sitting there, but she had told them that they were going to get married, so a little pda wouldn't matter that much.

his arms around her waist, lando pulled back, "baby, seriously,"

y/n laughed again, "those were relatives from all over. they thought that you were a single man, and they wanted to fix you up with one of their daughters for an arranged marriage,"

"what? why?"

"arranged marriages are very common in india, or southern asia in general. the arranged couple meet, talk a little, their horoscopes and stuff are matched, the parents talk about expectations from the in-laws, the dowry, all of that stuff," y/n explained.

"so, if you don't wanna get an arranged marriage, what do you do?"

"what we're doing. it's a love marriage. i fell in love with a man and i want to marry him, so i introduce him to my family, and the horoscopes, expectations, dowry all happens,"

lando was quiet for a second, his fingers tapping against her waist, his teeth biting his lip as he thought about something. "what if i don't want the dowry? like, i understand the horoscopes thing that its to see how compatible we are, right? but, is the dowry necessary?"

y/n kissed him again, "while it is the usual norm of the groom's family to take some kind of dowry, it's not necessary. it depends on the groom and his family,"

he wrapped his arms around her tighter, "okay, well, this groom and his family have decided to not take a dowry,"

y/n laughed, "i love you,"

lando smiled, "i love you too,"

the two turned to look at the bride and groom on stage. they watched as the groom kneeled on the floor and helped the bride with her shoes.

"is that going to be us one day?" lando softly asked.

"is that what you want? a big, fat indian wedding?" y/n countered.

"i want everything that's a part of you. if a big, fat indian wedding is a part of you, your dreams, i want it,"

"yeah, that's going to be us one day."

lando turned back towards the stage, a happiness spreading in his chest. he couldn't wait for his big, fat indian wedding.

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i hope you guys enjoyed this! i know a lot of people won't enjoy this, because a lot of the dialogues are in hindi, but i really hope all my desi girlies love this! i've also got a link for my taglist that you can find here!

pls pls pls ask me bcs i’m actually dying of boredom rn

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just fell to my knees in a walmart parking lot

crazy how fanfic authors drop the most beautiful and gorgeous pieces of work ever, leaving you speechless and sobbing at three in the morning as you quietly contemplate the masterpiece you just read

and they don’t get paid for it they just do it because they’re having fun and they want to share their joy with you

like I would literally die for all of you fanfic authors out there reblog to swear your allegiance to fanfic authors

LANDO NORRIS via McLaren

max has always been fascinated by the way the tifosi treat charles. it's fanatical, pure insanity, the way they grasp for him, hands reaching out to touch. and that was before charles won the WDC, way before, even back then when they still had seb in ferrari.

he has seen the jokes, the cursed jesus!charles picture and tifosi kneeling in front of it, he has seen babies handed to charles as if they're asking for a blessing- he has seen many things, which just prove to him how much the tifosi love charles. they love him more than seb, more than schumacher, heck, on some days one might think they love him more than ferrari.

but the insane thing is... charles loves them equally back. he bleeds red, he drives red, he dreams red, he wins red. it's his color, mind, body, heart and soul and the tifosi know it.

their behavior doesn't change when lewis joins ferrari, their favorite is still charles. but it starts to change, when charles beats his ongoing streak of WDCs, claiming his own.

it's then, when max begins to see the true power of tifosi and their belief.

or

tifosi * their belief in charles + a ferrari WDC win (by charles) + a sprinkle of insanity = man turned god charles leclerc

OR

in which i'm too lazy/busy to write a proper lestappen fic worthy of this idea (maybe in the future, maybe i'm opening the docs rn to set up a draft, maybe-) which is very much PJO/greek mythology inspired, based on the idea that gods only have so much power if mortals believe in them. but what if millions of mortals start to actually believe and pray to someone they think is blessed, the predestined, a god to them?

heavily inspired by these infamous pictures and this incredible fanart (and ofc the jesus!charles poster, yk which one i'm talking about...)

The Schuyler Sisters Leclerc Siblings

Did this video need to be made? Absolutely not. Did I spend hours putting it together anyway because my brain wouldn't let me stop? Yes. Somebody help me.

average experience watching scuderia ferrari do anything