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meet the author: kal, 24, they/she. ln1 truther, op1 manifestor.

interests: coffee, dogs, outer space, formula one, indycar

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asks / requests: open. feel free to discuss ideas with me!

writing / other tags: #kal’s fics, #kal’s inbox, #kal speaks

i write for: driver x reader, driver x driver

i won’t write for: nsfw, underage, etc.

favorite drivers: LN4, OP81, OB87, CL16, DR3, DM12

welcome to my masterlist. :3

✧ — current works: landoscar omegaverse au

✧ — current post: wip title game | five sentence fic

✧ — current projects: f1 omegaverse au | ln4 x reader: car collision

butter + sunset >:D

hi lovely !! sorry for the wait, life caught up to me. :)

Jenson looks back at Mark, laughing, eyes bright and cheeks cast in pink beneath the light of the sunset, pale blue shirt glowing and a smile like melted gold. His phone dangles from his fingers, forgotten in the face of Mark’s deadpan humor, and Mark feels something sharp, ugly, buried but unforgotten rise to the surface of his chest.

He reaches a hand out. Takes Jenson’s in his own, and Jenson looks over, curious, inquisitive, mirth still crackling across his features; and Mark raises the other’s hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss into the battered knuckles.

Jenson cocks his head, silent, waiting patiently for Mark to explain — and Mark whispers, quietly, bitterness and longing threatening to choke him, “I wish you could stay mine.”

hope you liked <33

(Not me being obsessed over the engagement/plane pics, deffo not)

hi lovely !! mmm galex my absolute beloved <33

And Alex turns to look around their shared flat with a smile, looking at the mismatching couch cushions, the socks George left under the coffee table again, and the meal he left lovingly prepared sitting on top of it, waiting patiently for Alex to come home.

There’s a bowl of soup, some carefully sliced bread, and two candles sitting nearby, both lit and flickering over everything with a softness that makes something in Alex’s chest twist with an indescribably warm feeling.

He can hear the shower running, George rinsing off after a long day of testing, and maybe Alex will join him in a few. But he’s content enough to stand here, and look around at the life they’ve built, photographs on the walls and their team hoodies hung, tangled together by the door.

He fingers the slim box he always keeps in his pocket, waiting for the right moment. Maybe tonight’s it — he thinks he’s done waiting, and he’s ready to start the rest of his life in a meaningful, intentional, loving kind of forever with George.

this one was an absolute pleasure to write.

hi anon!! i couldn’t write anything for them as a ship, (it’s just not my speed,) but here’s a platonic interaction for them still <3 hopefully it’s something like what you had in mind!

Kimi holds his head, groaning. “Ah, George, it hurts, and I am so dizzy. I think I am — how do you say it? Seeing stars?”

George grabs an ice pack from the stash his trainer keeps nearby, and smiles affectionately as he holds it gently against Kimi’s forehead, making sure to lift his curls out of the way. “Well, next time, don’t sit in the car without your helmet and decide to smack your head on the halo on your way out.”

Kimi pouts. “It wasn’t on purpose! And you know we were getting pictures for media.” He holds the ice pack against his head further, taking it over from George. “You are so mean to me. I’m telling Toto.”

George snorts. “Good luck, kid. I think Toto will just roll his eyes at you and then call you an idiot.”

Kimi dramatically slumps into his chair. “The whole world is against me. I will never see justice.”

Maxiel - rain

MAXIEL AND RAIN ?! VEE YOU KNOW THE WAY TO MY HEART 🩵🌧️

And when Max looks over, Daniel is looking up at the sky, frowning at the dark clouds overhead like they’ve disappointed him, disrupting the joy of his race and the steadiness of his routine with abandon akin to that of a reckless child.

The first few drops land, splattering against the roughshod pavement underneath his feet and the carbon-fiber composites of his car, beating a rhythm to match the one playing in his earbuds, a strangely harmonious dichotomy sounding within the confines of his soul.

Max can’t remember the last time he got to be a reckless child.

He looks over. Daniel’s still standing there, but now he’s looking at Max, eyes crinkled with excitement and a hand extended in his direction, warm and inviting.

Sleep Token plays in his ears as he steps forward. He takes Daniel’s hand, and the song crescendos as rain falls in matching time.

seven sentences but it still counts <33

Landoscar - honey

ofc babe!! here you go ::

And Lando thinks of Oscar’s eyes like honey and his hair like caramel, each poured and shaped with intention in mind, gold and brown mixed in sunlight shades. And he doesn’t understand how people don’t view Oscar as the sun, bright and beautiful and warm as heaven itself, sheer and large and encompassing in its own right.

Oscar is like the sun, he thinks, because he’s regulated like clockwork, follows his own path, and is all steady, constant, like nothing else in Lando’s life is.

And sometimes, when no one else is looking, Oscar burns; burns and blazes with a heat and desire to win, to be seen, to follow that path, to stand at the top step and know that he earned it because of who he is — his determination, his passion, his resilience.

And sometimes? That drive is what pushes Oscar into nuclear, and it’s up to Lando, with his calm moonlight and ice-cold hands, to soothe the blaze into the quiet of the stars.

- @jbbuckybarnes

✧ — welcome to my landoscar omegaverse au !!

⤷ work tags: rated teen, first part of an ongoing series, set in a non-traditional omegaverse, non-driver au, alternating povs, appearances by multiple drivers, strangers to lovers, themes of healing & recovery from past traumas, ft. engineering intern for MCL F1 oscar & barista/bartender lando, alpha!oscar x omega!lando, background galex, bearnelli, & simi, landoscar-centric + endgame, lando with chronic pain

⤷ summary: “Oscar Piastri is an engineering student, and currently an intern for the McLaren F1 team. If he does well, he’ll get a permanent spot with them, traveling to races and working firsthand on their F1 cars.

Then he meets Lando Norris, a giggly, cheerful bartender with a silly personality and a smile that lights up the room. And Oscar thinks he’d risk it all for him, because the only thing he’s ever let himself want has been his career — and Lando’s been added to that list now, too.

There’s one catch, though; Lando has chronic pain, fatigue, and a past troubled enough to make love feel like something that has to be earned.

Oscar just wants Lando to feel safe, and eventually, allow himself to be loved.

Lando’s scared. Oscar’s patient. And through his own body breaking down, and finding ways to cope while he works through his past — allowing himself to trust someone else? That might just be the hardest battle Lando’s ever fought.”

✧ — work title: “i don’t really know a lot about love (but you’re in my head, you’re in my blood”) — about love by marina

✧ — series title: “i was a heavy heart to carry (but you never laid me down”) — heavy in your arms by florence + the machine

✧ — first chapter out below:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/83950646

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✧ — notes: talk to me! my inbox is open <3

(Sorry for sending so many asks Kal lol but you know I had to also send one for my fave landoscar soulmate au <3)

you’re the sweetest, don’t apologize vee !! i appreciate you dearly, and i know i left several asks of my own in your inbox <33

landoscar soulmate au my beloved… let me share a few of my favorite bits from the first chapter! i love how i managed to describe different people in here.

✧ — carlos sainz ::

“Carlos is a hurricane of a man with windswept hair, who smells of cinnamon, spices, and the earth after it rains; a man who gives the most amazing hugs, ones that remind Lando of his family back home so much that sometimes it makes him want to cry, and who’s taller than Lando, and holds it over him unapologetically.

Carlos is funny, delightful, and looks out for him in ways he’s not used to. For a while, he almost hopes that Carlos turns out to be one of his soulmates — he thinks he wouldn’t mind. (He doesn’t think Carlos would, either.)”

it’s definitely something i’m playing around with !! the concept definitely intimidates me, but i want to give it a try because i feel this au fits it perfectly <33

here’s a little snippet for you !!

Lando's features fill with wonder at Oscar's words. “Oscar, I — Osc.” The other looks up, startled. “Osc, you didn’t have to do that. Join me here. This is … this is so much, and I—” Lando’s voice breaks, a little. “I don't fully understand why you'd take that risk, but thank you. Thank you for not leaving me here alone.”

Oscar's posture softens immediately at Lando’s tone. "It's alright, Lan,” and reaches out, taking Lando’s hand into one of his. “You know I wouldn’t leave you alone. Not now. Not like this.”

Lando smiles, shakily, and squeezes Oscar’s hand back. They both turn to face the rising sun together, the entryway and its grey doors looming in the corner of their vision like a fate they can't escape.

Lando whispers back a moment later, quietly. “I know you wouldn't.”

giggling!! the inspo for this one came to me in a dream actually, i have it halfway written but am still trying to figure out how to wrap it up.

here’s a little snippet for you!

You spin and stare at the other driver, aghast. Your entire front bumper is lying off to the side, crumpled and forlorn, and there’s bits of smashed headlight plastic coloring the ground underneath your feet.

“Oh, my fault? It’s my fault? You braked too fast, and the road is slick! You’re lucky I only clipped the corner of your car, and that I react fast in a crisis! You could’ve been way worse off, my dude, because honestly? You just have a small dent, and I may have just lost my entire car. You’ve got no right to complain!”

The other driver is standing with his hands at his sides, open-mouthed at both your audacity and the fact that you might just be correct. His curls are slowly getting plastered to his forehead in the downpour, and you’d feel a bit bad for him if you weren’t so upset.

Your sister tugs at your sleeve again. Her eyes are wide, and you think she’s scared. You immediately calm a bit, and kneel down to check that she’s okay again, still worried. “What’s wrong, lovey?”

Her eyes are wide, but thankfully, as far as you can tell, it’s not from either fear or pain. She tugs you down closer. Whispers in your ear quietly.

“I think that’s one of the guys from your room.”

You laugh, confused, adrenaline still running through your body. “What, kiddo?”

“Like. One of the guys, on that big thing on your wall? The big orange thing, with the cars?” At her words, horror spreads down your spine and laces through your limbs, replacing the adrenaline — you whip around, frantic, and yeah, damn. She’s right on the money.

Lando Norris blinks at you, drenched in clothes that probably cost more than your house, rain falling in his eyes as he stands framed in the glow of your one remaining headlight.

“make a new post with the names of your WiPs and tag as many people as you have WiPs. people send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it.”

this is an f1-centric blog, so i’m only putting down my f1 wips! some are titled, some are not, but they’re all actively being worked on. :)

tagging anyone who wants to join !!

✧ — i was a heavy heart to carry (but my feet never touched the ground) ::

⤷ omegaverse au, ongoing series, unposted, rated mature

✧ — our love is by design (so won’t you fall for me?) ::

⤷ landoscar soulmate au, ongoing multichap, posted, rated gen

✧ — even in arcadia (you walk beside me still) ::

⤷ witcher au, ongoing multichap, posted, rated teen

✧ — took the breath right out of me (left a hole where my heart should be) ::

⤷ squid games au, choose your own ending, unposted, rated mature

✧ — 481 stormpilot au ::

⤷ star wars au, unposted, rated teen

✧ — lestappen soulmate au ::

⤷ hurt/comfort, unposted, rated mature

✧ — owl house au ::

⤷ fluff/comfort, unposted, rated gen

✧ — voltron au ::

⤷ what if the voltron characters were f1 drivers… unposted, rated teen

✧ — ln4 x reader: barista au ::

⤷ reader is a barista & lando walks into their cafe, unposted, rated gen

✧ — ln4 x reader: car collision ::

⤷ lando & reader’s cars both collide in traffic, unposted, rated teen

✧ — ln4 x reader: chronic illness ::

⤷ reader is chronically ill & lando helps care for them, unposted, rated teen