maxverstappen1 to the one who made coffee during late night sim runs, spent time with the cats when i was gone, who joined me on runs when i didn’t want to get out of bed and baked cookies for the mechanics, all while holding a full time job. this one’s for you, schatje.
ynuser: i’d do it all over again, maxie
| maxverstappen1: ynuser you’re the best thing to ever happen to me. i love you
redbullracing: 2x world champion! well done, max!
redbullracing: ynuser about those cookies…
| ynuser: redbullracing you’re on the cookie list, admin
user: cool cool cool, now i’m crying
user: everyone who ever called him cold better apologize now
user: relationship goals
user: max really said ‘couldn’t have done it without my girl’. true world champion energy
user: ‘all while holding a full time job’ STOPPPP
user: wait, what does yn do for work?
| user: user she works for a publishing firm! her focus is fiction, especially fantasy!
f1wags has anyone else noticed how run down yn ln has looked during the last stretch of races? she’s glued to her phone and laptop and looks 2 seconds from falling over. :/
user: i thought it was just me! she looks dead on her feet
user: i genuinely feel like she’s burnt out. between work and traveling with max, she’s got to be running on fumes
user: apparently she’s been working remotely to be able to be at more races
| user: user wait. so she’s still working while doing all her WAG stuff? the woman she is.
| user: user that means she’s working through the time zones. she’s probably up all hours of the night
| user: user that’s dedication. max is lucky af
user: i met her and she’s SO sweet but her eyes were so bloodshot and looked bruised. i bought her a cold brew
“i just want you to be here when you’re home,” you argued for what felt like the millionth time. “not in the sim, not on calls, here. with me.”
“work doesn’t stop just because i’m home, yn, you know that,” max countered. “or, you used to know that. to understand that my job doesn’t only happen on race weekends.”
“that’s not fair. i’m not asking for every second of every day. i’m asking you to want to spend time with me. i want you to want to be around me max. that doesn’t feel unrealistic, considering we’ve been in a relationship for six years.”
“i do want to spend time with you.”
“yeah?” you scoffed. “you don’t act like it.”
“i don’t know what you want from me!” max admitted, dragging his hand through his hair.
you laughed mirthlessly. for more than a year, you had been telling him what you wanted - what you needed. to be a priority, to feel loved, to be seen as more than just his personal cheerleader.
max, who had been proud of you pursuing a career. max, who knew how much you valued working and contributing as an equal in your relationship. max, who had spent years bragging to his friends and coworkers that you were so successful. he had suggested you quit your job to be a full time WAG.
it had stung. you had told yourself it was just stress, that he didn’t actually mean it.
“i want you to care about me the way you care about racing!” you shouted. “i’ve been asking for the same thing for ages, max. and i don’t think i’m asking too much.”
“i do care about you, schatje, you know that.”
“but not more than racing.”
“is this because i haven’t proposed?” max asked.
you stared at him blankly. “what?”
“is that why you keep picking fights?”
“you are fucking unbelievable,” you snarled. “is that genuinely how low you think of me? you think our relationship issues are fabricated by me to push you into proposing?!”
“i didn’t say that,” max said.
“this isn’t about marriage, or a ring, or anything like that. this same argument is because you put racing before everything else and expect me to not only feel totally okay being emotionally neglected, but also to do the same.”
you stared each other down, exhaustion and exasperation in his face while your eyes filled with tears.
“i have to go,” you said, blinking away the burn of tears.
“so you get to focus on work when i’m home, but when i do it, it’s a crime?” max pushed.
“don’t even start on about my job again,” you ground out. “i am always working. i work twice as hard on race weekends just to be there for you. i’m allowed to have my own career.”
“but you don’t need to! you should want to be with me.”
“what, quit my job so i can follow you around the paddock like a puppy and then sit around the house while you’re on the sim all day? yeah, no thanks.”
“that’s not what i said.”
“it’s what you meant,” you countered. “your career doesn’t get to matter more than mine. i don’t care that you’re four time world champion max verstappen. i don’t care that you’re a multi-millionaire. my career is just as valid.”
max snorted a laugh and you felt your heart break.
“right, i’m glad to finally know how you really feel about me,” you sighed, collecting your bag and keys. “have fun in the sim today.”
out of habit, max said: “i love you.”
you turned, door half open. “do you?”
you left him with those parting words, thinking that maybe you had officially broken.
both lilys and alexandra had listened to you vent without judgement. they didn’t rag on max, they didn’t egg on your temper. they listened, validated your feelings, told you they loved you, and made sure you were fed.
between the company, the food, and the wine, you felt more settled than you had in weeks.
the four of you had hugged and wished each other goodnight on the sidewalk before departing.
it was a gorgeous night, and you thanked past you for walking to work so you could walk home under the stars. the two glasses of wine had settled, but not made your head spin. the waves on the pier sounded like home, the sound of music in the distance wrapping around you like a blanket.
the last thing you remembered was bright lights coming towards you rapidly, before everything went dark.
max knew, conceptually, what the words meant. but connecting them to you was proving difficult.
you looked so small in the hospital bed. bruised, bandaged, finally off the ventilator.
you had almost died. you, the love of his life, his best friend, his number one supporter, had almost died.
and the last thing he had said to you was cruel. for months, he had pushed you, he had made you seem like the one with unrealistic expectations.
all you had wanted was time, love, care. proof that he loved you the way he said.
“jesus christ, i fucked up,” max whispered to himself, scrubbing his hand down his face. he held your wrist in one hand, brushing his thumb over your pulse point, assuring himself that you were alive.
waking up felt like moving through sludge. your brain was fuzzy, body heavy, and everything hurt. there was a steady, persistent beeping in the background.
“schatje?” an achingly familiar voice called.
“max?” you croaked, eyes slowly fluttering open. the lights in the room were dim. “what happened?”
“you were in an accident walking home from dinner,” max explained softly. “a car ran off the road and hit you.”
“oh. i guess that explains why i feel like i’ve been hit by a bus,” you deadpanned. “you’re here?”
“of course i’m here,” he said. “i’m so sorry, schatje.”
“why? you didn’t hit me with your car.”
“because it took me almost losing you to realize how much of a jackass i’ve been,” max whispered. “you have always been beside me, even when it drained you. and i never said thank you. i learned to just expect it and ask for even more.
“i should never have asked you to change - i don’t want you to change. and i never want you to think you come second to anything in my life, especially not to racing.”
“max…”
“i’m sorry,” he repeated. “i love you, and i know i’ve been absolute shit at showing it, but i won’t make that mistake again. i can’t lose you.”
“you love me?” you asked, nose burning. you faintly realized that you were heavily drugged, but couldn’t do anything to change that.
“i love you so much it makes my chest hurt,” max said. “you’re the only reason i know what love is.”
“i thought you were tired of me.”
“never, schatje. never. i’m just a moron who took you for granted.”
“you said you didn’t want to marry me,” you pointed out, grossly oversimplifying things.
“i don’t want to turn into my father,” he corrected.
you wrinkled your nose. “i don’t want you to turn into jos either.”
max huffed a surprised laugh. “it was never about you or marriage. it’s just… my never ending fear of turning into my father.”
“that’s why you pulled away,” you said. “you were angry.”
“and i didn’t want to be angry at you.”
“you kinda were anyway,” you giggled.
“you’re high as a kite,” max commented. “i know. i should have just told you. i should have done a lot of things.”
“no more locking yourself in the sim?” you asked.
“no.”
“no more extra trips to the factory because you’re angry?”
“no.”
“no more asking me to quit my job?”
“never again,” he promised.
“we get another cat?” you asked.
“do you want another cat, liefje?” he smiled.
“yes,” you said thoughtfully. “black.”
“whatever you want.”
“you mean it?” you asked awhile later, voice small and sleepy. “all of it?”
“i’ll retire right now,” max said. “i’ll do whatever it takes to keep you. you’re the most important.”
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ynuser i’m ‘personal reasons’. (i was hit by a car, max, my PARTNER OF SIX YEARS, chose to take a few races off while i heal. i’m going to be okay. and good luck, isack!) oh, and meet nyx verstappen.
lilymhe: literally gave every single person in your life a heart attack
maxverstappen1: never letting you out of my sight again
user: ‘i’m personal reasons’ you are an ICON
user: you’re funny as shit, yn. well done
user: you were hit by a car?!
victoriaverstappen: of course you got another cat after being hit by a car 😭
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summary: when danny is dropped, fans don’t expect him to reappear on verstappen racing ranch with yn verstappen
a/n: I’m creating a new shade of ‘hear me out’ called ‘suffer with me’ — And this category is less of a walk with me and understand and more of a holy god I need it now —> cowboy danny ric
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verstappen_racing_ranch: Ain't nobody's boots under my bed, ain't nobody's truck up in my drive
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user1: DID YOU FINALLY DUMP THE LOSER???
user2: so you're saying you're single?
↳user3: she's 100% not talking to you
user4: girl finally!
user5: 🎊🎊🎊
maxverstappen1: finally
↳verstappen_racing_ranch: go away actually
↳maxverstappen1: no
↳maxverstappen1: and go change your ranch's name. Verstappen Racing is my race team's name
↳verstappen_racing_ranch: I've had it for longer! You change your name!
↳maxverstappen1: no! Mine makes more sense!
↳verstappen_racing_ranch: that's what you think!
↳maxverstappen1: and 1 week doesn’t mean seniority!
↳verstappen_racing_ranch: it does here!
landonorris: I've got a pair of boots!
↳verstappen_racing_ranch: no
↳maxverstappen1: absolutely not
↳landonorris: yeah ok
↳user6: shut down
danny: oh?
↳yn: yeah 😉
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f1: BREAKING: Daniel Ricciardo is leave RB effective immediately. Liam Lawson is set to replace Ricciardo for the remaining races of the year.
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user7: hey. hey. what the FUCK IS THIS??????
user8: I'm literally so distraught right now
↳user9: nobody talk to me
user10: my day is literally ruined
user11: FUCK
↳user12: big mood
↳user13: couldn't have said it better myself
yn: what???
user14: they're dropping Danny?!?
Privage Messages: Danny and YN
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maxverstappen1: winter break so far (change your name!)
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user15: oh the Verstappen's are together again! All is well
↳user16: close! Apparently Victoria is away with her husband — yn and max are watching the kids
↳user17: awwwwwwww aunt yn and uncle max to the win
verstappen_racing_ranch: I will not be doing that thank you
↳maxverstappen1: it's my name!
↳verstappen_racing_ranch: I had it first!
↳maxverstappen1: you knew I was going to use it for my team!
↳verstappen_racing_ranch: I didn't know jack shit because you never tell me anything!
↳maxverstappen1: I do too!
↳verstappen_racing_ranch: he's living a secret life because he's ashamed of me
↳maxverstappen1: oh my god I am not. give it up — I tell you everything
↳verstappen_racing_ranch: yes I KNOW
↳maxverstappen1: pick a struggle
user18: …if it's just max and yn (adults) at the ranch who's the third person in that last picture?
↳user19: my heart of hearts says danny
↳user20: you don't know how desperately I need it to be danny
↳user21: SAME!
↳user22: BIG MOOD
Bluesky
user23: no but this!! Where on earth did he disappear too?!?
user24: I need some kind of signal he's alive — I'll take some smoke that spells out his name at this point
↳user25: that would be something to see…
↳user26: he just needs to give us SOMETHING
user27: I don't know how I don't know why I have literally no evidence but the vibes I sense but he's with the Verstappen's
↳user28: for my piece of mind I'm going to agree with your vibes which is not a sentence I ever thought I'd say
↳user27: seriously though! He loves Verstappen's and he loves the outdoors and he loves horses — the Verstappen ranch has all three
↳user29: this is now the truth for me
user30: HE POSTED. ALERT ALERT ALERT. DANIEL RICCIARDO POSTED SOMETHING ON INSTAGRAM
↳user31: running 🏃
↳user32: HES DATING SOMEONE!?!??
danielricciardo
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danielricciardo: life lately 💙
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user33: you're back!
↳user34: DANNY RICCIARDO!!!
user35: omg the beard is gonna kill me
↳user36: same
↳user37: joining the club
maxverstappen1: having fun?
↳danielricciardo: you know it!
↳user38: Maxiel my beloved
user39: 💙💙💙
user40: ummm sir who is that in the last picture!?!
↳user41: is this a soft launch?? I didn't know you knew how to do that…
↳user40: but who is it????? Danny Ric we need answers!
↳user19: and when I say yn Verstappen?
↳user40: …that makes a lot of sense actually
yn: that's the photo you go with?
↳danny: it's the best one of you I have!
↳yn: danny it's a picture of my ass
↳danny: …it's the best pg photo of you I have!
↳yn: Jesus Christ
Private Messages: Max and YN
verstappen_racing_ranch
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verstappen_racing_ranch: you know the saying right?
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user50: holy shit queen we definitely know the saying
↳user51: LIVING THE DREAM HONESTLY
maxverstappen1: why is this on my screen??
↳verstappen_racing_ranch: because you decided to follow the superior verstappen racing?
↳maxverstappen1: GIVE ME BACK MY NAME AND GET OFF THAT BOY!
↳verstappen_racing_ranch: nah
user52: I'm totally not jealous or anything. not at all. promise.
↳user53: fuck that I'm jealous as shit. GIVE ME YOUR LIFE QUEEN
landonorris: so I see you found some boots beneath your bed?
↳verstappen_racing_ranch: turn right around little Lando
↳landonorris: whatever you say
user54: you're teasing us at this point honestly
user55: DANNY LIKED DANNY LIKED!
↳user56: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DROP THE REST OF THE PHOTOS
↳user57: yn please we're begging here
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yn: time for dinner with the family
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user58: AHHHH YN's account is open!
↳user59: BREAKING NEWS YN MADE HER ACCOUNT PUBLIC
maxverstappen1: thanks for the invite but I'm never coming to your place again
↳yn: learn to knock then idiot
↳maxverstappen1: STOP MAKING FUN OF MY TRAUMA
user60: …did max just walk in on yn and her boyfriend?
↳yn: yeah he did 😂
↳user60: oh my god 🤣
↳maxverstappen1: I'm going to block both of you
user61: is anyone gonna talk about that last photo though? BECAUSE THAT IS DANNY RIC. I KNOW MY AUSTRALIANS THAT IS DEFINITELY HIM
↳user62: I want to call you crazy but holy shit that does look like him
↳user61: that is 100% him
victoriaverstappen: thanks for having us all over — it was nice having the entire family together
↳yn: anytime you want to come visit Victoria, you know we'll have you
↳user63: WHOS WE?
↳yn: wouldn't you like to know weather boy
danielricciardo
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danielricciardo: caught myself a gorgeous cowgirl 🤠
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yn: no one else I’d rather be caught by liked by danielricciardo
user64: OH MY GOD THEYRE ENGAGED!
↳user65: IM SCREAMING OUT LOUD RIGHT NOW
↳user64: SO AM I
oscarpiastri: congrats!
↳yn: thanks Oscar
↳user66: and the nonchalant king strikes again
user67: I feel like we missed a step and yet were on an entire journey already
↳user68: mood
user69: this is everything I've ever wanted
user70: I want to know if yn saw the photos he used or if they were a surprise to her too…
↳user71: …good question actually
↳yn: oh we had to take some new photos for this post — they needed to be pg you know!
↳user72: holy shit queen pop off
↳user73: …anyway we can get the non pg photos???
↳yn: 🤣🤣
maxverstappen1: welcome to the family danny 💙
↳yn: oh my god again just say you're jealous
↳maxverstappen1: absolutely not
↳danielricciardo: while I'd usually say there's enough of me to go around…I'm entirely your sister's now
↳user74: that is unexpectedly sweet
user75: I just want to know how this relationship started honestly
↳yn: max kidnapped danny from Singapore and dropped him off on my doorstep
↳maxverstappen1: ok you're missing a lot of steps in the middle there
↳danielricciardo: best wingman ever!
↳maxverstappen1: let's not go to far with this
user76: so you saw Danny's big wet eyes and decided you wanted that then sent your world champion brother to collect him?
summary: lando stalking his new teammate oscar and maybe accidentally liking all his old photos
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Oscar had just been signed to McLaren.
Lando had no idea of this at all, he didn't even know who Oscar was until his whole Alpine contract dispute blew up on the internet.
Zak had hyped him up a lot, saying he was an F3 and F2 champion, and whatnot.
But if he was going to be Lando's new teammate for the coming years, he may as well learn about the guy.
So curiousity won and Lando found himself later that night searching up 'Oscar Piastri' on Instagram.
Oh, he was hot.
Oscar had few photos of himself, (boring), but in every single one he managed to look effortlessly good.
And good was undermining it.
There were one or two videos of Oscar speaking, and after being teammates with Daniel for a while, he could recognise an Aussie accent anywhere.
But it was different.
Oscar's voice, accent, tone, was just somehow more intoxicating than Daniel's ever was.
It was like something had possessed Lando, because he couldn't stop scrolling through.
He had somehow scrolled so deep, he had found photos from 2017.
Oscar looked so cute, Lando couldn't stop himself from liking pretty much all the photos, only realising how old they were after he'd liked them.
He quickly unliked everything, gosh Oscar would think he's such a freak, liking photos from fucking 2017.
Maybe because Lando unliked them so fast, Oscar wouldn't get the notifications?
Wrong.
Lando jumped when his phone pinged with a message from none other than Mr. Piastri himself.
Oscar Piastri, 2:56 AM
Hello?
Oh shit.
Lando spent a good two minutes hitting himself with a pillow before,
Lando Norris, 2:58 AM
hi
im ur new temate for mclaren
Oscar Piastri, 2:58 AM
I know
Lando's thumbs hovered uselessly over the keyboard.
He could play it cool. Act like liking five year old photos was a totally normal teammate-bonding activity. Or he could throw his phone out the window and never speak again.
His phone lit up again before he could decide.
Oscar Piastri, 2:59 AM
You liked a photo of me from 2017..?
The one where I'm holding a trophy and looking like I'm 12
Oh sorry, my phone lagged
You liked
Multiple photos of me from 2017
He buried his face in the pillow and screamed into it for a solid five seconds.
Then, because he was a professional racing driver and not a complete coward, he typed.
Lando Norris, 3:01 AM
in my deffencse
they were good photos
and i was rescerching my new temate
very thorough rescearch
Oscar Piastri, 3:02 AM
And what did your research conclude?
Lando Norris, 3:04 AM
that youre hotter than the internet gave you credit for
Oscar Piastri, 3:06 AM
Okay then
Lando Norris, 3:06 AM
forget i said that
jetlag
or somthing
Oscar Piastri, 3:06 AM
You're in Monaco. I'm in Melbourne. Neither of us have jetlag
Lando Norris, 3:07 AM
it was in a normal temate way
not wierd
Oscar Piastri, 3:07 AM
You're doing a terrible job of making this less weird
Also you liked the one where I'm wearing that oversized team hoodie and squinting at the camera like I've never seen sunlight
Was it bad Lando immediately knew what photo he was talking about, because that specific photo had done something to Lando's chest when he'd first seen it.
Lando Norris, 3:07 AM
stop listing them
Oscar Piastri, 3:08 AM
Why? There are more
Lando Norris, 3:08 AM
STOP
Oscar Piastri, 3:08 AM
For the record, I don't mind
It's just kinda unexpected
Most people start with the recent press shots
Lando Norris, 3:09 AM
yeah well
i'm not most people 😏
He regretted the line the second it left his thumbs. Way too flirty.
Oscar's reply came slower this time.
Oscar Piastri, 3:11 AM
I'm starting to notice that
Lando's stomach flipped so hard he had to put the phone down for a second and breathe.
When he picked it back up,
Oscar Piastri, 3:12 AM
Go to sleep
We've got a lot of media to do once I'm in the UK
Wouldn't want you falling asleep in the middle of our first joint interview because you stayed up stalking my old Instagram photos
Lando Norris, 3:12 AM
it wasnt stalking
Oscar Piastri, 3:13 AM
Sure
Night
Lando typed three different versions of 'night' before settling on,
Lando Norris, 3:13 AM
night oscar
Soon enough, it was time to actually meet him.
Zak was practically vibrating with enthusiasm when he ushered Lando into the small meeting room at the factory. Oscar was already there, standing near the window in a plain black McLaren polo, hands in his pockets.
He looked taller than Lando expected. Broader in the shoulders. The soft-edged boy from the 2017 photos was gone; this version of Oscar was sharper, quieter, and even more unfairly good-looking in person.
"Lando," Zak said, clapping him on the shoulder. "Oscar. Oscar, Lando."
"Hey. Nice to meet you," Oscar put his hand out. His expression was polite, almost neutral, but there was something faintly amused sitting just behind his eyes.
"Yes. Yeah. Nice to meet you too," Lando awkwardly shook it back, voice a little higher than usual. He let go too quickly and immediately regretted it.
Oscar's mouth curved, just barely.
"I'll leave you two to get properly introduced. Socials, whatever, just get to know each other."
He was gone before either of them could answer.
The door clicked shut.
Oscar had a subtle smirk on his face. "I don't think it would be a problem for you to get my Instagram, right Lando?"
"I, no, uh, it wouldn't be. Much of a problem. No. Yeah." He cleared his throat. "I mean, I already, you know. Have it. Obviously."
"Through research," Oscar said mildly, echoing Lando's own pathetic excuse from that night. "I remember pretty clearly."
contains/warnings: smut, soft dom!oscar, unprotected, sleepy morning sex, p in v, fluff-vanilla, creampie, cockwarming, aftercare, established relationship, smut with little to no plot
summary: oscar wakes up in the mood, and he just needs you to let him love on you.
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you woke up to the feeling of oscars arm tightening around your waist.he was pressed right up against your back like he had probably been for most of the night, because you felt a bit hot, shuffling the duvet off of yourself. he was still pretending to be asleep, but the hard line of his cock against your ass made it very clear that he was already awake, he just tried to play it off for a minute. you turned your head a little, waiting for him to say something, groaning softly at the strain on your neck, you probably slept in the wrong position but you'll worry about that later. instead of speaking up, he opened his eyes, then just leaned in and kissed you soft and slow, then tucked his face back against the side of your neck and nuzzled there with a quiet, sleepy sigh.
“morning, love” he mumbled against your warm skin, voice still raspy and low from sleep, “youre so pretty, and cute.. I need you..” he said it without looking at you, lips moving against the sensitive skin of your shoulder now, making you shiver. you didnt reject him, he was too sweet for that. you reached back with an arm, found his waist and pulled him more firmly against yourself. through the thin fabric of your panties and his boxers, you could feel every bit of how hard and hot he was against your ass. oscar started rolling his hips slowly, humping just a little against you in lazy, unhurried movements, just enjoying the feeling of your soft ass against his hard cock, he didn't want to rush it, he wanted to feel the pleasure of being so close to you first thing in the morning before he'd have to start his busy day. his mouth stayed busy on your shoulder and then the side of your jaw, leaving soft, open mouthed kisses while he kept talking against your skin, “my pretty girl… you feel so good like this… just want to be close to you… want to feel you…”
after a little while, he shifted enough to tug his cock free from his boxers. it sprang up heavy against the curve of your ass, the head already wet as it slid against your skin and your stomach twisted in excitement. you loved to feel his wetness on yourself, it was one of the hottest things. he brought his hand up near your face, gently caressing your flushed cheek, “can you wet my fingers for me?” you knew exactly what he meant, so you parted your lips and took his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them slowly and gently until they were slick with your spit. he pulled them back and wrapped them around himself, giving his cock a few lazy strokes before sliding it between your thighs, rubbing the head against the soft fabric of your panties and the curve of your ass. still murmuring sweet things against your hair, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and tugged them down just far enough. "look how wet you are for me already.." he let out a groan of appreciation, then adjusted his position. the cool air hit your bare pussy for a second before the hot length of his cock settled right against it. you were still lying on your side with your legs pressed together, and oscar loved this position because it always made you feel so much tighter around him, and he always came fast and hard. he slid an arm under your head, cradling you properly from behind, while his other hand reached down to guide himself. he nudged the head of his cock against your slick entrance, then slid it up to drag over your clit a few times, waiting. when you pushed back against him, clearly eager, he finally started pressing inside. the stretch was lightly burning but delicious, always more intense first thing in the morning when your body was still tender and sensitive. oscar kissed the side of your jaw as he pushed deeper, inch by inch, until he finally bottomed out, grinding a little, then he stilled completely, a soft moan leaving him right against your ear. “i love you,” he whispered, voice low and full of emotion, cock throbbing deep inside you while he held you close. he stayed buried deep, not thrusting, just letting his cock rest in your hot heat, warm and full while he held you, his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against his chest so there was no space left between you. he was breathing you in, loving how your body melted back against his, how you pussy squeezed him just right. he started kissing you everywhere he could reach, soft and slow kisses on your lips when you turned your head, then across your cheek, along your jaw, up to your forehead, back down to the side of your neck, the top of your shoulder, even the back of your head when he nuzzled into your hair. every kiss was gentle and lingering, nibbling just a tiny bit which resulted in you giving him a small whimper.
“you feel so good around me,” he spoke against your skin, “so warm… so perfect, you were made for me, hm?" he let out a small chuckle, and you nodded, holding onto his forearm which was draped over your stomach. he kissed the spot just under your ear. “my love.. i love waking up with you, love how soft you are in the morning, love that you let me hold you like this.” he still didnt move his hips, he just kept you full and close, mouth never leaving your skin for too long. he pressed another kiss to your shoulder, then your neck again, then the corner of your mouth when you turned toward him. he was being such a big, soft kitty, all clingy and affectionate, content to stay buried inside you with nothing more than sweet words and endless gentle kisses while the morning light slowly filled the room.
you turned your head toward him, still sleepy, and smiled. “youre so cute like this,” you whispered. oscar’s eyes fluttered shut and he nuzzled back into the side of your neck with a soft sound, a little hum. he stayed quiet for a few more seconds, just breathing you in, cock still resting heavy and warm inside you, then he started moving. it was gentle at first, slow, long and deep thrusts that dragged almost all the way out before he pushed back in, to the hilt. every time he bottomed out he let out the prettiest little moan right against your ear, soft and breathy. “feels so good… you always feel so good around me…” he kept that unhurried pace for a while, making love to you nice and deep while his arm stayed locked around your waist, occasionally flexing, loving the way you squeezed his forearm.
after a bit he picked up the pace just a little, hips rolling more firmly. his breathing got heavier against your neck, he was getting more and more worked up, he loved to have you like this, his to fuck, his to love on. “i love this,” he mumbled, voice low and a little rough, “love being inside you first thing… let me love on you, baby..” his hand slid up from your waist and cupped one of your tits, squeezing gently, not rough at all, just enough pressure to make you sigh. his thumb brushed over your nipple in slow circles, then the other one, playing with them softly until they were tight under his touch. “these are perfect too.." he whispered in your ear, then kissed the skin below it, “my perfect girl…” he went faster after that, still controlled but chasing it now, his thrusts got shorter and deeper, the slap of skin now noticeable. “i love filling you up,” he said, voice cracking just a little, “love the thought of cumming in you.. want to leave it deep.. want you to feel it all morning..” he was getting close, his arm tightening around you, his sounds louder, he was so eager to give his load to you.
“yes,” you breathed out weakly, “please do it… cum in me…” you moaned for him, pushing your ass back to meet his thrusts. he groaned and his hand left your tits, sliding down between your legs, fingers finding your clit right away. he rubbed it in firm, tight little circles that matched the rhythm of his hips, pressing just the way he knew you liked. “cum for me,” he whispered against your ear, “want to feel you squeeze my cock.. want to feel you cum around me.. come on, baby.. let go for me.” you lasted another couple of minutes under the steady rub of his fingers and the deep thrusts, but soon, it was impossible to hold back. it hit you, and it was strong. you cried out softly, walls clenching hard around him, pulsing and milking his cock exactly the way he needed it, the way he got right on the edge himself, he groaned low and broken at the feeling, “fuck yes.. just like that, baby, so good for me.." his hips stuttered and then he buried himself as deep as he could go, cock throbbing and twitching as he came inside you. you felt every warm pulse of it while he kept rubbing your clit through the aftershocks and held you tightly against his chest, panting against your shoulder, his face squished against it. he stayed locked inside you afterward, breathing hard, pressing soft kisses to the side of your neck while his cock gave a few last weak twitches as he came down.
“i love you,” he mumbled, his voice a little unsteady, tired. “love you so much…” oscar stayed inside you a little longer after he finished, still holding you close and pressing lazy kisses to your skin while his cock slowly softened, he didnt want to leave the warmth of you just yet.
eventually, when you started squirming, he pulled out carefully, a soft wet sound following as he slipped free. he immediately rolled you onto your back and hovered over you, one of his arms braced beside your head. he leaned in and kissed you slow and deep, then started trailing softer kisses across your cheek and jaw, leaving a few pecks on the swell of your tits too while his free hand began moving over your body. his palm glided gently over your chest, cupping your tits for a moment before sliding down your stomach, over your hips, the curve of your ass and along the outside of your thighs. every touch was light and careful, soothing your still trembling body.
“thank you,” he whispered against your lips, “thank you for letting me have you, baby… for letting me wake up inside you… youre so good to me.”
there it was. him thanking you after. it was honestly the sweetest thing, and probably the thing which you loved most about him. he kissed you again, then kept talking between soft presses of his mouth. “you always take me so well, always so ready for me, i love you so much.. love the way you let me hold you and fill you and just stay close..” his hand kept stroking slowly up and down your side, never rushing, never grabbing too hard, just pure sweetness, melting your heart all over again. after a while, he crawled down the bed and settled between your legs after he had parted them gently, laying his head on your lower stomach. he turned his face and pressed a few gentle kisses there too on the soft skin, then rested his cheek against you with a content little sigh. "love you so much" he mumbled again, already getting sleepy again, eyes drooping. you reached down and ran your fingers through his hair, "i love you too, oscar" you smiled, caressing his flushed face, then started playing with his hair again, slow and gentle.
neither of you made any move to get up. the morning light was getting brighter and you both knew you should probably start the day, but neither of you cared. oscar stayed right where he was, head on your stomach, arms draped over your thighs, and you stayed on your back with your hand in his hair until the two of you drifted back off to sleep, warm and unbothered and completely unwilling to leave the bed just yet.
﹙ 🇭🇺 ﹚ 𝒻em ! oc ✴ boyfriend ! lando ◟ 🥇 oneshot , smau ◜ᴗ◝ word count. 2k-ish radio. here is a small and very indulgent chapter in honor of ln1's first p1!!!! happy summer break to formula one, but someone please tell lando that he shouldn't keep playing with our sanity like this :') ／ 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘.
🗓 24 July 2026
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ln4ev_.r I FREAKIN CALLED IT! Evelyn is in Hungary!!! 🥳🤎
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user thank fucking god i can go to sleep in peace now. podium is confirmed guys 💞💞💞
user upgrades + his girl in the paddock? oh you know hes about to SHOW UP
user and i am supposed to believe she has an actual job 💀
user wait the number 1 and 4 being lucky 🙊🙊 what does panda express know????
user LN1 HUNGARY DOMINATION INCOMING 🧡
user what are the chances that i was in the same train as Evelyn going to work 🤡
user wait does she still live in nyc?
user i don't think so but the firm tagged in her old twitter acc apparently has a branch there. so she was probably there for work
user remind to never get on the wrong side of fandom detectives. ya'll are scarier than the FBI 😃😰
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ladyderieux.hq Evelyn heading into the paddock on Friday before FP2 ❤️💜
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user MOTHER IS BACK 📢📢📢📢
user "i love the technical side of F1" the technical side in question:
user i'm sorry but WAGs lugging around books or laptops and shit around the paddock will never not be funny to me
user ikr! like what are you trying to prove babe? we alr know you are jobless 🤷♀️
user ??? what the fuck are these comments. evelyn clearly came straight from the airport. or are we choosing to ignore the gigantic suitcase she is dragging? do nawt pmo 😒😒
user our favorite nepo baby 💗
user imagine coming out of a 10+ hour flight looking like THAT. just one chance evelyn pleaseeeeee 🛐🛐🛐
user careful now. her man is the possessive final boss
user rare aesthetic: you only attend a few of your bf's races every year, so every time you come turns into a whole EVENT ✨️✨️
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carlandoholic ev on her stories for rebe's birthday dinner. mes chéries <3
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user the best duo ever 💘💘
user "sweetheart" MS. STEAL YOUR GIRL
user something something never let your boyfriend stop you from finding your wife!
user its okay, carlos is probby too busy giggling in a corner with his husband (lando)
user they are never beating the polycule allegations 🤌
user how tf did No-rizz pull herrr? no way he can handle all that 😔💔
user guess who didn't check the gc for the dresscode 💛🤎
user wasn’t evelyn also very close with Isa? so much for loyalty ig
user GIRL PLEASE 💀 just cuz evie was friends with carlos' ex does not mean she needs to be a bitch to his current gf
user formula one wags are on a different level 🖤💋
clip #1 – HA ÁLMODOM VALAKI CSÍPJEN MEG KÉREM! (translation: If I'm dreaming, someone please pinch me!)
the video is taken inside the fisherman's bastion, an iconic landmark in budapest. the camera takes a while to focus amid the throes of people still straggling about long after sunset — ultimately zeroing in on two figures standing by the parapet. evelyn is easily recognizable, sitting on top of a stone platform, staring at the danube river glistening under the parliament lights. she turns her face at the sound of a camera shutter going off, sporting a cheeky grin. "nice view?"
the figure opposite to her, almost obstructing the video being recorded, chuckles. lando's voice is heard answering, "proper fit, baby." evelyn shakes her head in response, jumping down from her perch to look at the photos over lando's shoulder. they are both seen smiling fondly at the leica before evelyn gently pries it away from him, turning it around to take a selfie.
lando scoffs playfully, even as his arms circle her waist from behind, "pretty expensive selfie, that." evelyn leans her head back onto his shoulder with a giggle, nuzzling into his cheek and placing a kiss. "smile, canard."
the clip cuts out when the person recording them is shoved forward, the ruckus making both lando and evelyn look up, any shred of easy-going demeanor vanishing immediately.
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💬: god i've seen what you have done for others
💬: 😀 congrats 😐 happy for you 😖 nice 👹
💬: this is adorable and all but like, in what world is it okay to record people like zoo animals??
⤷ 💬 : seriously oh my god. between this and hounding them wherever they go, i'm starting to realize why they never go out in monaco anymore
⤷ 💬 : lmao lando is literally a public figure. all he is, is because of the fans
⤷ 💬 : holy entitlement. repeat after me: "no celebrity is obligated to make time for fans outside work hours"
💬: couple with the best chemistry in the grid imo 💓💞💖
⤷ 💬 : nah. have you seen alex and lily?
⤷ 💬 : as an evelan AND an alexily(?) truther, we stay winning !!!!
💬: she calls him canard 🐥???? thats so sweet 🥹 her little championship-winning duckie
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tattlermagazine SPOTTED: #LandoNorris & his girlfriend #EvelynDerieux snuck away for a late date night amidst the ongoing F1 race weekend in Budapest
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user look at his face. Lando was not having it
user honestly can you blame him? man wanted ONE normal evening without becoming a headline only to get mobbed outside their hotel
user FR! he is a saint for still coming around to sign stuff
user for some reason my brain refuses to accept the fact that some people can just shut down a whole cinema for a date 🥴🥴🥴
user my bi awakening btw. oh and relationship goals 💙💜🩷!!!
user how tf do people always know where they live
user we've got a very small country mate 😅🇭🇺
user Lando Norris watching the Odyssey was NOT on my bingo card
user when did this sport go from racing cars to stalking drivers
user so many people around and the best we have is a couple of blurry photos HOW WILL I GET TO SEE EVELYN'S FIT NOW
user uhm.. get a job perhaps
♫ The Kid LAROI • Nights Like This
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evelynderieux i think about you & nothin' else 🥮
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lando ✪ Oi where are my photo creds? ♥︎ by author
user and so the iconic evelan sightings continue!
vivilavie the prettiest to ever pretty 💖 ♥︎ by author
evelynderieux ✪ looked in the mirror lately darling?
user LMAO the way lando ⌕ didn’t even get a reply but she is fully flirting with her bestie
pietra.pilao ✪ stunning 💕 ♥︎ by author
user I'll bite, I wasnt the biggest supporter of them being together because so many athletes use their relationship for keeping up appearances but its been 4 years and the honeymoon phase never ended
user leave it to Evelyn to make it her mission to find an alternative to that "buda-f*ckin-pest" sign 🤡👏
user OH MY GOD SHE ACTUALLY POSTED ITTTTT EEK (for context i was the one who took that picture of her and lando) (edit: EV LIKED MY COMMENT!!! omg hi queen 👋) ♥︎ by author
user girl what the fawk⁉️ ur so lucky
user damn right i am! i'm actually a freelance photographer (shameless plug btw) and a huge mclaren fan. so obviously i had to approach them when i saw them taking selfies/solo shots. lando offered his camera and istg they are just... SO FUCKING ADORABLE TOGETHER ❤️🩹❤️🩹 and mega fucking nice by the way!!
user now that is story to tell your family for generations
user ﹫charles_leclerc in the likes?? what da hell is a polar bear doing in arlington texas
🗓 25 July 2026
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f1sutton Lando and Evelyn arrive into the Hungaroring circuit on Qualifying day 🏁
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user lando norris stop giggling and kicking your feet around your girlfriend challenge: FAILED❕️
user mr. bodyguard what did you hearrrr 😂😂
user is it just me or has she gained weight lately
user 🐷🐷🐷 not ideal if she wants to keep that man
user what the actual fuck guys??! can we stop commenting on women's bodies and objectifying them? 😒take your negativity elsewhere
user i love when they come together to combine their joint hotness and casually mog everybody
user we all need to personally thank evelyn because when she's around is the only time we see glimpses of pre-2024 lando
user THIS 🤏🏻🤏🏻🤏🏻 and ik they grew up since then (esp under scrutiny) but i cherish how lando is never able to keep a straight face around ev
user JUST LOOK AT THEIR GRINS 💚💚 oh my lovelies
user BREAKING: two gremlins were spotted at the Hungaroring!!
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norris.ian Carlos and Alex did not hesitate to throw Lando under the bus 🤣
🎙: Speaking of plans for summer break, we've heard you've got somewhat a headstart last night, Lando?
🧡: [rubbing his neck] Yeah, it's... [chuckles] Bit of relaxing, yeah.
💙: [picking up his mic] I saw something about that on Twitter — or X, whatever it's called now —and I was like "Odd choice of a movie from this guy"
🧡: It's not like I had a choice!
🥐: But did you enjoy it eventually or ... ?
🧡: [...] I mean, it was alright [bites his lip] Nah, I'm just taking the mick. I really enjoyed it actually.
🎙: Yes? Any memorable scenes in particular?
🌶: Bold of you to assume he can pay attention for that long.
🧡: [flips him off]
🎙/💙: Woah woah! Family friendly, guys!
🧡: [laughing, shakes his head] Jokes on him because I sat through three hours of Greek mythology being explained in detail. My girlfriend [starts smiling] is very passionate about this stuff [...] I did feel like my dinner coming back up when that scene with the rats came on, so, never again!
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user you know how to ball (drive) i know Aristotle!! 🎶🎧
user wow they are so ridiculously performative 🚩🚩🚩
user did not expect two sides of my personality to have such an insane crossover but who am i to complain? 🤭
user i wish these fanzones did not blatantly fuel the obsession with drivers' personal life. look how uncomfortable Lando looked
user no seriously! it was probably a moment he wanted to keep private for him and evelyn. i felt so badddd :(
user "never again" he says while knowing full well that he will watch it a hundred times if evelyn so wished lololol
user they are living out the "nerd × jock" trope 💗💗💗
user holyyyy– the evelan pr game needs to be talked about more
user you mean him talking about his girlfriend who has been with him for years now, and they obviously go on dates and do normal couple-y things? yeah cuz that just SCREAMS PR huh 🤠
user the way i can vividly imagine lando nodding along to evelyn womansplaining the whole plot + 99999 totally relevant side plots while happily munching on popcorn 😭😭
clip #2 – Puzzle Masterminds 🧠
the video is uploaded to the official mclaren team instagram, showing lando and oscar's attempt at solving a rubik's cube. when it cuts to lando, he is seen sitting at a secluded corner of their motorhome, legs pulled up and fiddling with the cube. he doesn’t say anything for a couple of minutes, fully locked in, before exclaiming "done!" only for the camera to pan towards the half-finished yellow side. lando cups the toy between his freakishly large hands, grinning at someone beside him. "just don't look at the other sides."
evelyn is heard laughing off-camera. "that's pretty good," she jokes, apparently holding out her hand because lando happily gets rid of the cube. he turns to the cameraman, as if starring in an episode of 'the office'. "y'ever wonder how some people do this for fun? something might be wrong up here," he taps the side of his head.
"it's a good challenge," evelyn argues, tossing the cube back under two minutes — perfectly put together. lando holds it up like treasure, "beauty! we did it!" the mclaren admin asks, "we?" lando nods sagely, shrugging. "of course. it was a team effort. i provided brilliant morale." the people around him laugh again while evelyn leans in, briefly appearing in the frame to pinch his arm, "whatever you say." the recording ends with lando yelping dramatically.
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💬 : 💀🤣 not one serious individual in that room
💬 : i am with Bob on this one. HOW DOES ANYBODY SOLVE THESE HELLISH THINGS 💃🏻
⤷ 💬 : but it's so much fun to find all the patterns!
💬 : 5 minutes of lando being horrendously down bad for a nerd
💬 : i love how he didn't even try and was like "i can't but MY WIFE CAN!!!" 🥰🥰
💬 : insane camera angle btw 🤤🤤🤤
⤷ 💬 : need whatever evelyn said in her prayers
💬 : the way he said "done!" all proud of himself... i just KNOW Evie had the urge to pat his head and say 'good boy'
💬 : i love how evelyn doesn’t even question anything atp and just goes along with the chaos 💓💓💓💓 match made in heaven
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🗓 26 July 2026
clip #3 – We did it!! Evelyn took the sketch to Landoooo 🎨
♫ Ariana Grande • bye
it's a video taken by a younger fan — evident in how much the camera shakes as he runs towards orange motorhome entrance beyond which he doesn't have access. two women are walking towards the hospitality leisurely, considering most of the crowd has already moved into the grandstands.
the fan's voice is heard calling out to evelyn, holding a very realistic sketch of lando. but she doesn't seem at hear him through the loud safety car laps on track. just as he is starting to slow down, seemingly disappointed that he couldn't grab her attention, he tries one last time. evelyn finally looks up, squinting at the crowd to find the voice. the boy waves his drawing around frantically, shouting in broken english, "please, miss evelyn! you please give to lando?"
evelyn turns to the woman beside her — who is revealed to be one of lando's sisters, flo — and gestures for her to carry on before jogging up to the fan. the little boy lets out a squeal, jumping up and down as she approaches him and carefully takes the drawing. the music drowns out their conversation but evelyn keeps nodding enthusiastically to whatever the fan tells her and after a while, a mclaren crew member comes to usher her inside.
evelyn crouches down to give the little boy a hi-five and quickly takes off her snapback, with the tell-tale number 1 on it, and offers it to the fan. she waves at the camera briefly before walking inside cradling the gift, a huge smile on her face, showing the portrait off to anyone and everyone in her general vicinity as seen through the glass doors.
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💬 : OH MY GOD SHE IS SO SWEET I LOVE HER
💬 : literally the bestest wag ever. argue with the wall
💬 : hot take... but why is she dressed like a child. i am getting secondhand embarrassment
⤷ 💬 : uhhhm yall are highkey weird???? she is literally wearing her boyfriend's jersey 💀💀???
⤷ 💬 : chile she is twenty seven, not seventy two!! do you want her to be dressed like a grandma
💬 : please turn the music up, i ALMOST heard something
💬 : i too would lose every single nonchalant bone in my body if i was this close to evelyn 😍😍😍
💬 : forever thanking chef Faron and his wife for cooking up this masterpiece 💟💟💟
💬 : Flo was there too??? i adore how she gets on with his family
⤷ 💬 : i can already see how messy the breakup will be 🤣 don't disappoint us guys, give us a show
⤷ 💬 : LICHRALLY STFU! 🖕🖕 they are basically married by now
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lando BAMMM. LOVE U HUNGARY
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lnfour ✪ AND I LOVED THAT DRIVEEE ♥︎ by author
user "I'll pull out a 10 second gap with no tyres" - LN1🙂↕️🧡
user he is so freaking hot. need someone to tell that to him all day, everyday
user i'm sure Evelyn is happy to remind him anytime 🙈💞💞
evelynderieux ✪ bravo champion! ♥︎ by author
lando ✪ did i put on a good show?
evelynderieux ✪ the best 😘
user okayyyy just take me out and shoot me or sumn
user lando 'i can only win when my gf's watching' norris strikes again 🤙
user you was hungary for that win!!!!
keeganpalmer ✪ Come onnnn ❤️ ♥︎ by author
user This is just the beginning of your comeback 🏆🏆🏆
user A WDC WORTHY DRIVE
user all of lando's fave things in one post: 1. Evelyn Derieux 2. the P1 trophy 3. his team 4. his soulmate
user all i'm hearing is he needs to re-do his Essentials video without sponsors holding him at g*npoint
user lmao good luck with that. lan is basically the golden goose for marketing
user hayeee nazar na lag jaaye 🧿🧿🧿🥹
user she is so pretty but why is she horizontal on the sidewalk ????
user Evelyn fully losing it laughing? a very serious symptom of downbad-ism 👩⚕️🩺
user and now for the looooong-awaited summer break hehehe
user oh that's got nothing to do with anyone!
♫ Steve Lacy • oh yeah?
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evelynderieux kincsem 🌟 (translation: my treasure)
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lando ✪ best hungary trip pt.2!!! ♥︎ by author
user the same girl you guys said was going to be norris' downfall btw
user god they could not have been more wrong! its so obvious she is his happy place and vice versa!! 🍀🍀
user breakfast in bed? oh i was not aware of your game Mr. Norris ♥︎ by author
user on his knees too?????? I WANT THIS OR NOTHIN
user the bar is so high. like leave some for the rest of us mate jeez
user oh to be loved the way these two love each other ❤️🩹🥹
user please please please can we sign a petition for Evie to come to all the remaining races? 🙏 i need to see something #BEL1EVE
user it baffles me how many drivers follow and like Evelyns stuff. weirddd
user or maybe they actually run in the same social circle and she is just THAT friendly 😒😒 idk just a thought
kikagomes ✪ 💝💝💝 ♥︎ by author
user leo being the main character wherever he goes ofc ofc
user i want to be him when i grow up
user its so funny how the fandom likes to assume evelyn and alexandra hate each others guts while they are soft launching their friendship every other weekend
user EVERYBODY SAY "THANK YOU EV, FOR THE ONLY PODIUM WORTH WATCHING THIS SEASON"
user P1 done and dusted 👏🎉 summer break here we comeeeee
★ notes — i know i always sound like every chapter takes away a bit of my soul but i genuinely love love love working on this story!! and i want to thank you all for showing my babies so much love. i adore ya'll 💖💖! anyways, lando's slag summer is giving me so many brainworms so who knows if i might write something about that ;)
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This isn’t the fic I was referencing in my last post that’s a crack fic for Cregan but welcome to a crack Drabble for my bby sheepstealer
“Oh you poor baby what’s happened to you? Would you like a sheep?” You coo coming across the dragon who used to hang around in the fields around your house. The old dragon loving to steal you sheep but disappearing a fortnight ago. Him showing up in the night clearly injured and letting out little cry’s of pain. “Oh I know sweetheart, you poor boy.” You say softly, stroking the wild dragon, damp cloth in your hand as you clean up some of his wounds. “Let me clean you up a bit.”
“What happened?” You ask a while later once he’s stopped whimpering and it just letting you clean him up. Luckily his wounds won’t kill him but they still hurt. “Did you come across a mean dragon?” He nods in response before nudging you with this little deformed snout. “Oh sweetheart, mummy’s got you.” You coo kiss his snout making him let out a a little chirp. “You eat your sheep, I’ll take care of you.”
“We’ll talk about your little disappearing act later.” You say, scratching his face before picking up your bucket and making your way back to your cottage. The dragon following behind you, wanting to sleep in your garden. As he’s too big to fit in the house. “Let me get some furs and we can cuddle, would you like me to read to you?”
Pairing: Max Verstappen x Dr. Anastasia "Ana" Wolff (Original Character)
Summary:
Max Verstappen to Mercedes? The paddock is buzzing. The media’s in meltdown.
Dr. Anastasia “Ana” Wolff, Mercedes’ notoriously brilliant, emotionally unavailable lead systems engineer and Toto Wolff’s eldest daughter, is not handling it well. Because Max isn’t just a potential signing, he’s the man she’s been sleeping with in secret for nearly a decade.
And if the rumours are true, and Max Verstappen really is joining Mercedes, then Ana’s carefully compartmentalised world is about to explode.
Warnings and Notes: GEORGE RUSSELL BASHING. I am warning in ALL CAPS because if you are a fan of him, DO NOT come into my inbox and complain to me about me being mean to this fictional version of him. REAL LIFE GEORGE RUSSELL WOULD OBVIOUSLY NEVER ACT LIKE THAT. Also, this chapter contains mentions of Death Threats and some vague mentions of sexual assault and threats of the same. RED BULL BASHING! Do I need to warn for that? I will just so that nobody will be able to complain.
For Housekeeping Reasons, this is fiction. I don't know any of these people in real life. The world portrayed in this story is obviously not real life, and I am sure that none of the people mentioned are anything like I portray them in this piece of fiction. (Apparently, this needs to be said for some of the people in my inbox.)
Let me know if I missed something else, and I'll add it! As always big thanks to @llirawolf , who listens to me ramble.
Thames Valley Police, Kidlington, England - 16 October 2025
Detective Inspector Jasper McKnight knew the new messages were worse before he read them.
He knew because Priya Shah stopped scrolling. Her thumb went still against the screen as though the muscles in her hand had abruptly forgotten their purpose.
Jasper stood on the opposite side of the desk, coat still on, a paper cup of coffee cooling beside his elbow. “How many?” he asked.
Priya did not look up. “Since the engagement post?”
“Yes.”
“Forty-three.”
Jasper closed his eyes. “For fuck’s sake.”
“All from the same number.”
His eyes opened again. “The original burner?”
“Yes.”
“So it never stopped.”
“No.”
Jasper held out his hand.
Priya hesitated. That frightened him more than anything else had.
“Give it to me.”
She passed him the tablet.
Jasper read.
The first set had been angry, cruel and personal. They carried the feverish grievance of a man who believed a woman’s refusal was not a decision but an error he was entitled to correct.
These were worse.
The engagement had changed something. Or revealed it.
The sender no longer wrote as though Anastasia Wolff had betrayed him.
He wrote as though she had stolen herself from him. The ring was treated as evidence of theft.
The fiancé—unnamed, faceless and unknown—was described as an intruder who had taken possession of something the sender believed already belonged to him.
The same words appeared repeatedly.
Mine. Owed. Taken. Given away. Belongs.
The sender moved between insisting the engagement could not be real and raging at Ana for allowing it to happen. He claimed no man could ever want her, then demanded to know which man had dared to choose her.
He described her as unlovable while insisting she belonged exclusively to him.
This was not logic. It was pure possession. Nothing else.
Jasper stopped at one message and lowered the tablet. He stared at the wall beyond Priya’s shoulder.
“What?” she asked.
He handed it back without answering. Jasper sat down slowly. “This is no longer intimidation.”
Priya’s expression was rigid. “No.”
“This is an escalation in fixation with an expanded target.”
“Wolff and the fiancé.”
“Whoever the fiancé is.”
“They still haven’t identified him to us.”
“No.”
“Does that matter now?”
“Yes.” Jasper pushed both hands over his face. “Yes, it bloody matters that we have a credible threat against an unidentified secondary target!”
“Their legal team says his identity is highly sensitive.”
“Their client is receiving messages implying that both she and the man she intends to marry may be harmed.”
“I know.”
“Then privacy has become a safeguarding issue.”
“I know.”
Jasper stood again. He could not remain seated.
He crossed to the whiteboard and added beneath the previous entry:
15 Oct — severe escalation following public engagement confirmation of AW’s engagement.
Priya folded her arms. “The officers supervising Russell’s house arrest say he continues to deny having access to an unregistered device.”
Jasper laughed once. There was no humour in it. “How reassuring. Visitors?”
“Restricted.”
“Staff?”
“Approved and logged.”
“Solicitor?”
“Three visits in the last week.”
Jasper looked toward her. “Name?”
“Jonathan Vale.”
Jasper knew the name.
Vale was expensive, controlled and immaculate. The sort of criminal solicitor who never raised his voice because he had already identified which sentence in the custody record would become a problem six months later.
“What did he bring into the house?”
“Files. A laptop. Document case.”
“Was any of it searched?”
“Privileged legal material.”
“Of course.”
Priya looked back down at the message timestamps. “The latest cluster continued until six this morning.”
“And Russell was confirmed inside the residence?”
“Yes.”
“Anyone else present?”
“No.”
Jasper’s phone rang.
The number was unfamiliar, but not withheld.
A London landline. He answered. “McKnight.”
“Detective Inspector McKnight, my name is Emmanuel Walsh.”
Jasper reached automatically for his pen. “And you are?”
“You are calling a domestic police investigation.”
“I am aware.”
“Why?”
“Because my office has information relevant to the threats made against Dr Anastasia Wolff.”
Jasper sat down again. “What information?”
“We have identified the device and traced the communication route.”
Jasper’s grip tightened around the pen. “Lawfully?”
“Yes.”
The answer came without hesitation.
“Under what authority?”
“The initial data was identified during an authorised technical operation involving communications infrastructure already subject to lawful intelligence collection. Once the domestic safeguarding relevance became clear, the material was reviewed by counsel and authorised for dissemination to your investigation.”
Jasper stared at the wall. “You accidentally found the phone during an unrelated intelligence operation?”
“Accidentally is a rather inelegant description, but broadly, yes.”
“And you can lawfully share the result.”
“I would not be introducing myself and giving you my direct office number if I could not.”
That was a fair point.
“Why was the data reviewed?” Jasper asked.
There was a brief pause. Then Walsh said, “Because somebody asked me to look at it.”
“Who?”
“Someone to whom I owed a favour.”
“Walsh—”
“The person in question has a vested interest in the continued well-being of Anastasia Wolff.”
Jasper glanced at Priya. “Who?”
“That is all you need to know.”
“No, it is not.”
“Yes, Inspector. It is.”
“I need to understand whether your source has influenced the intelligence.”
“They did not provide the evidence. They asked whether I could determine if the number was traceable through lawful means.”
“And you agreed because you owed them.”
“Yes.”
“Who are they?”
Walsh was silent for a moment. Then he said, with remarkable sincerity, “I am not crossing them.”
Jasper blinked. “Excuse me?”
“I am not insane.”
Priya’s eyebrows rose.
“You are a deputy director at MI6.”
“Yes.”
“And there is someone with enough influence to ask you to trace a burner whom you are unwilling to identify because you are frightened of irritating them.”
“Frightened is your interpretation.”
“And who has a vested interest in Ana Wolff’s well-being?”
“That remains confidential.”
“Was it Toto Wolff?”
“No.”
“Mercedes?”
“No.”
“Dr Wolff herself?”
“No.”
“Then who?”
Walsh sighed. “Inspector, the relevant point is that the request caused my office to identify data that was already lawfully available to us. We then followed the correct internal process, obtained authorisation and contacted you through an official channel.”
“Interagency collaboration.”
“That is the phrase I was going to use.”
Jasper glanced toward the screenshots. “What have you established?”
“The same physical handset was used throughout.”
“We suspected that.”
“You now have confirmation.”
“Where is it?”
“At the Russell residence.”
Jasper went still. “You can place it there now?”
“The most recent network event was forty-six minutes ago.”
“Can you place it in Russell’s possession?”
“We can establish that it was used inside the residence during periods when Russell was present and access to the property was restricted.”
“That is not physical possession.”
“No. That will require recovery and examination.”
“How did it enter the house?”
“Through his solicitor.”
Jasper’s pen stopped. “Jonathan Vale?”
“Yes. The burner was purchased through an intermediary working for Vale’s firm.”
Priya moved closer.
“The purchase was lawful?” Jasper asked.
“Purchasing a prepaid phone is not itself unlawful.”
“Supplying it to a man under house-arrest restrictions that prohibit undeclared communication devices is another matter.”
“Correct.”
“Can you prove Vale brought it into the residence?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“Financial records, activation data, device-location information, and access logs from the property. All acquired or disclosed under lawful authority.”
Jasper rubbed his forehead. “Did Vale know Russell intended to use it to threaten Dr Wolff?”
“We cannot establish that.”
“Did he know Russell was prohibited from possessing it?”
“That will be a question for Mr Vale.”
“So at best he ignored the house-arrest conditions.”
“At best.”
“And at worst?”
Walsh’s voice remained neutral. “He knowingly facilitated prohibited communications that were then used to threaten a prior victim and potential witness.”
Jasper looked at Priya. She had already opened a fresh page in her notebook.
“Has Vale been informed?” Jasper asked.
“No.”
“Russell?”
“No.”
“Anyone at the residence?”
“No.”
“Good.”
“You will receive the full intelligence package through the secure interagency portal. It includes a statement from me, certification of the lawful basis on which the material was collected, a technical summary suitable for urgent operational use and contact details for the officers who can assist your digital team.”
Jasper paused. “You are actually putting your name on it.”
“Yes.”
“That is unexpectedly refreshing.”
“I sensed you were sceptical.”
“I receive anonymous claims from alleged intelligence officers less often than television suggests, but more often than I would like.”
“This one is not anonymous.”
A notification appeared on Jasper’s computer. Secure interagency transfer received.
Walsh continued. “The intelligence can support immediate safeguarding action and applications for search and arrest powers. Your team will still need to recover the handset and establish evidential attribution.”
“Understood.”
“The current messages indicate a substantial escalation following the engagement announcement.”
“I have read them.”
“The risk is no longer confined to Dr Wolff. The unidentified fiancé is now a direct target. I would strongly advise moving before Russell has reason to believe the device has been traced.”
“We are going to.”
“Good.”
Jasper looked again at the name on his page. “Mr Walsh.”
“Yes?”
“Thank you.”
“You are welcome.”
“And the person to whom you owed the favour?”
Walsh paused. “They will consider the debt settled.”
“You really are not going to identify them?”
“No.”
“Because you are not crossing them?”
“I am not crossing them or Anastasia Wolff. Not directly, indirectly or by implication.”
The line went dead. Jasper lowered the phone.
Priya stared at him. “Well?”
“That was Emmanuel Walsh, Deputy Director of Technical Operations at MI6.”
“Actually MI6?”
“He gave me his name, rank, office number and a signed intelligence statement.”
“That is considerably less mysterious than expected.”
“He also said he intervened because he owed someone with a vested interest in Anastasia Wolff’s continued well-being a favour.”
“Who?”
“He refused to say.”
“Why?”
“Because he is not crossing her.”
Priya frowned.
“Crossing who?”
“Crossing the anonymouse favour owner or Anastasia Wolff. Apparently.”
“But Wolff did not ask him.”
“No.”
“Who did?”
“I do not know.”
“Do you believe him?”
“I believe that a senior intelligence officer who willingly signs his name to a technical package is either telling the truth or creating a national scandal of astonishing stupidity.”
“Fair.”
Jasper opened the transferred file.
The covering page carried the appropriate markings, a reference number and Walsh’s electronic signature.
No mystery. No anonymous warning. No questionable evidence.
Just a formal interagency intelligence disclosure.
The first section explained how the number had intersected with an authorised operation. The second identified the physical handset. The third mapped its purchase. The fourth placed it with an employee of Jonathan Vale’s firm. The fifth followed it to Vale’s chambers. The sixth placed it inside the house throughout the threat campaign. The seventh documented the engagement post. The eights recorded the handset transmitting the first escalated message minutes later.
Message after message followed.
The same device. The same property. The same periods during which George Russell was alone inside.
Priya leaned over Jasper’s shoulder. “This is enough for a search.”
“Yes.”
“And arrest?”
“Combined with the threat content, his restrictions and the existing investigation?” Jasper reached for his phone. “Yes.”
“Threatening a prior victim while under house arrest is generally frowned upon,” Priya said with a sigh. “Courts can be surprisingly traditional about that.”
“And possessing an undisclosed burner?”
“Also frowned upon.”
“Using a solicitor to bring it inside?”
“Especially frowned upon.”
Jasper called the Crown Prosecution Service liaison. He gave the case reference. Summarised the escalation. Explained the lawful intelligence disclosure. Outlined the likely breaches. The prosecutor interrupted only twice.
The second interruption was to ask whether Jasper could securely forward Walsh’s statement immediately. “Yes.”
“And the intelligence places the phone in the Russell residence now?”
“Within the last hour.”
“Then obtain the search warrant.”
“We are preparing the application.”
“And arrest authority?”
“I want him taken back into custody when the device is recovered.”
A pause.
The prosecutor said, “Given the escalation and apparent breach of conditions, I agree. He will need to be brought before the court again for a variation or revocation of bail.”
“Remand application?”
“On these facts, almost certainly.”
Jasper looked toward Priya. She nodded once. “His solicitor supplied the device,” Jasper added.
Another pause. “Knowingly?”
“That remains under investigation.”
“Do not approach Vale until the handset is secured.”
“We will not.”
“I will alert the duty judge.”
“Thank you.”
Jasper ended the call.
Priya was already moving. “I’ll contact the arrest team.”
“Digital recovery van on scene. Household staff separated before interview. Someone needs to notify the supervising court that we believe he has committed further offences and breached the house-arrest order.”
“I’ll have Sergeant Patel draft it.”
Jasper called the search-warrant officer next. Then his superintendent. Then digital forensics.
When the analyst answered, Jasper said, “You can stop waiting for the commercial provider to finish the trace.”
A weary voice replied, “Why?”
“MI6 has done it for us.”
Silence. Then: “Sorry?”
“You heard me.”
“I thought we were supposed to pretend they didn’t do domestic work.”
“They found it through an authorised operation and have now provided a lawful interagency disclosure.”
“Of course they have.”
“The handset is inside the Russell residence.”
“Now?”
“According to the most recent event.”
The analyst’s tiredness disappeared. “I’ll assemble the team.”
“I want the device isolated before anyone touches it.”
“Understood.”
Jasper ended the call.
He crossed to the whiteboard. Under the escalation timeline, he wrote:
SIS lawful intelligence disclosure.
Burner supplied through solicitor Jonathan Vale.
Device currently located at Russell residence.
ARREST ON RECOVERY.
Priya returned, coat over one arm.
“The team can move in thirty minutes.”
“Good.”
“The CPS has contacted the court. If Russell is arrested today, they can list an emergency hearing tomorrow morning.”
“For breach and remand?”
“Yes.”
Jasper nodded.
George Russell had already been given restrictions instead of a cell. He had been permitted to remain inside a comfortable residence while the attempted-murder investigation continued.
He had been told not to contact Ana. He had been told not to intimidate witnesses. He had been told not to possess undeclared communication devices.
And, according to the intelligence package now open on Jasper’s computer, he had violated every single one of those conditions.
Not accidentally. Not once. Repeatedly.
Jasper capped the marker.
“He thought house arrest meant he was untouchable,” Priya said.
“He thought privilege meant nobody would check.”
“And Vale?”
“We find out whether he was arrogant, negligent or criminal.”
“Do we arrest him too?”
“Not until we know what he knew.”
“But Russell?”
Jasper looked at the timeline. “Russell goes back into custody.”
His secure phone rang. Wolff’s lawyers.
“Detective Inspector McKnight.”
“We understand you have identified the device.”
“Yes.”
“And the information was lawfully obtained.”
“Yes. Formal intelligence disclosure from the Secret Intelligence Service. Named officer, documented authority and technical package.”
A short pause. “That is unusually helpful.”
“It surprised me too.”
“Where is the phone?”
“Inside the Russell residence.”
“Who supplied it?”
“His solicitor.”
The silence on the other end changed. “Jonathan Vale?”
“Yes.”
“Does Mr Vale know you have established this?”
“No.”
“Does Mr Russell?”
“No.”
“Good.”
“We are obtaining a search warrant now.”
“And arresting him?”
“If the handset is recovered and the initial information is confirmed, yes.”
“He has breached his house-arrest conditions.”
“That is our assessment.”
“He has threatened Dr Wolff repeatedly. And threatened her fiancé.”
“Yes.”
“Then I presume the court will reconsider its earlier confidence that restrictions were sufficient.”
“We will be seeking remand.”
Mrs Ellison’s voice became very still. “When?”
“He will be brought before the court at the earliest available hearing. Likely tomorrow morning.”
“And until then?”
“Police custody.”
“Good.”
Jasper glanced toward Priya.
She had the door open.
The arrest team was waiting downstairs.
“Mrs Ellison,” he said, “we need the fiancé’s identity now.”
Another silence.
“This is not curiosity,” Jasper continued. “The messages designate him as a target. We need to assess his security and take a statement if appropriate.”
“I understand.”
“Will Dr Wolff cooperate?”
“She will dislike it.”
“That was not my question.”
“She will cooperate.”
“Thank you.”
“I will arrange secure disclosure to you personally.”
“Good.”
“And Detective Inspector?”
“Yes?”
“Retrieve the phone before Jonathan Vale realises that legal privilege does not extend to smuggling prohibited communication devices into a client’s home.”
Jasper looked at the intelligence package.
“At present, we have not established that he knew how it would be used.”
“No,” Mrs Ellison said. “But he knew his client was prohibited from having it.”
“That appears likely.”
“Then I expect he is about to have a very unpleasant week.”
The call ended.
Jasper put the phone in his pocket.
Priya handed him his coat. “We ready?”
He looked once more at the whiteboard.
The line from rejection to assault. From assault to Baku. From Baku to house arrest. From house arrest to the burner. From the engagement announcement to the most serious threats yet.
George Russell had been given an opportunity to demonstrate that restrictions could manage the risk he posed.
Instead, he had treated those restrictions as another obstacle he was clever enough to bypass.
Jasper pulled on his coat. “Let’s go arrest him again.”
Priya picked up the warrant application file. “And then?”
“Then he can explain to a judge why threatening the woman he was ordered not to contact seemed like a sensible use of house arrest.”
“Judges are notoriously humourless about that.”
“So I have heard.”
They walked toward the door.
Jasper’s phone buzzed once.
A message from Emmanuel Walsh. Please confirm receipt of the formal disclosure.
Jasper typed back: Received. Operational action underway. Thank you for the interagency collaboration.
The reply came almost immediately. You are welcome. Please do not mention the favour.
Jasper stared at it. Then wrote: You realise that makes me more curious.
Three dots appeared. Curiosity is healthy. Crossing Anastasia Wolff is not.
Jasper showed the message to Priya.
She read it. Looked at him. Then said, “He may have a point.”
“Apparently everyone in Europe is frightened of this woman except the man we are about to arrest.”
Priya opened the stairwell door. “And look how well that is going for him.”
***
Lambiase Residence, Towcester, England - 16 October 2025
By seven fifteen on Thursday morning, Gianpiero Lambiase had already been reminded three times that his daughter was no longer a baby.
The first reminder was the enormous silver balloon shaped like a 17 currently lodged against the kitchen ceiling.
The second was Francesca herself, sitting at the table in her school uniform with one knee pulled beneath her, drinking coffee Eloisa continued to insist was too strong for her while answering messages at a speed that suggested every person she had ever met had remembered her birthday before breakfast.
The third was the email waiting in GP’s inbox from a lawyer named Declan Kavanagh.
SUBJECT: PROPOSED INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY HOLDING STRUCTURE — FRANCESCA SOFIA LAMBIASE
Nothing made a man confront the passage of time quite like seeing his child’s full legal name attached to a document containing the phrase commercial exploitation rights.
GP stared at it over the rim of his mug.
Then he stared at Francesca.
She was frowning at her phone because one of her school friends had apparently used an unflattering photograph in a birthday post. Her hair was still slightly damp from the shower. One shoelace was undone. There was a faint blue ink mark on the side of her hand.
This was the same child who had once refused to sleep unless he sat beside her bed and counted racing cars instead of sheep.
Now she required an expensive intellectual-property lawyer.
An expensive, aggressive intellectual-property lawyer.
A man called Declan Kavanagh, who spoke in perfectly measured sentences while somehow making every conversation feel as though he had placed a knife on the table and was waiting for everyone else to acknowledge it.
All because Francesca had done a school project.
A school project.
That was how it had begun.
A prototype assembled across the dining-room table. Wires, printed components, sensor modules, three cups of tea left untouched, and Francesca muttering darkly at a mechanism that refused to behave.
At first GP had thought it was simply clever.
It was not simply clever.
GP still did not entirely understand how they had travelled from Francesca has made something interesting for school to no educational institution, sponsor, future university, investor or opportunistic adult is going to take a fraction of this from her.
He only knew Ana had taken one look at the situation and became terrifyingly calm. Then she had found a lawyer who was even more terrifyingly calm.
Eloisa placed a plate of toast in front of him. “You are glaring at her again.”
“I am not glaring at her.”
“You are.”
Francesca looked up from her phone. “Why are you glaring at me?”
“I’m not.”
“You have your pit-wall face.”
“I do not have a pit-wall face.”
Both women looked at him.
GP sighed. “I received another email from Kavanagh.”
Francesca brightened immediately. “Did he finish the draft?”
That was not the reaction of a normal seventeen-year-old to an email from an intellectual-property solicitor.
GP blamed Ana. “He has apparently prepared three alternative ownership structures.”
“Good.”
“And something called a future licensing framework.”
“Also good.”
“And a list of clauses he wants removed from your school’s standard competition-entry agreement.”
Francesca’s expression became deeply satisfied. “He said that agreement was predatory.”
“He called it ‘an amateur land grab drafted by someone who had heard the phrase intellectual property at dinner.’”
Eloisa laughed as she sat down. “I like him.”
“You do not have to speak to him.”
“I spoke to him on Tuesday.”
GP turned to her. “What?”
“He called about the parental consent forms.”
“You didn’t tell me.”
“You were already suffering enough.”
Francesca covered a smile with her coffee mug.
GP pointed at her. “This is your fault.”
“My fault?”
“You built it.”
“You told me not to abandon a project because one actuator kept failing!”
“That was ordinary parental encouragement. I did not realise it would result in legal counsel.”
Eloisa spread marmalade across her toast. “You should be proud.”
“I am proud.”
“You sound traumatised.”
“I can be both.”
Francesca’s phone buzzed again. Then the doorbell rang. All three of them looked toward the hall.
GP frowned. “Are you expecting someone?”
“No,” Francesca said.
He stood and went to the door.
A courier waited outside holding two packages.
One was a flat, cream envelope.
The other was a wooden shipping case large enough that GP immediately suspected Max.
There were certain people who sent gifts. There were other people who arranged logistics.
Max Verstappen arranged logistics.
GP signed for both and carried them into the kitchen.
Francesca stared. “What is that?”
“A mysterious early-morning delivery.”
Eloisa examined the labels. “From Monaco.”
Francesca was out of her chair before GP had finished placing the wooden case on the table. “Is it from Ana?”
“Perhaps read the card before disassembling the box,” GP said.
Francesca had already found the envelope.
Her name was written across the front in Ana’s precise handwriting. Not printed.
She opened it and unfolded the card.
“Read it aloud,” Eloisa said.
Francesca cleared her throat.
“Dear Francesca. Happy seventeenth birthday. Max believes experiences are preferable to objects. I disagree with the universal application of this principle, so we have sent both. The envelope contains two tickets. I have been informed that I am attending with you. The box is from me. Please open it carefully, as the mechanism is part of the object. Love, Ana and Max.”
Francesca looked up. “She wrote love.”
GP felt something soften in his chest.
Eloisa smiled. “She did.”
Francesca immediately opened the inner envelope.
Two heavy tickets slid into her hand.
She read them. Then read them again.
“Oh my God.”
“What?” GP asked.
She turned them around as though he could interpret them from across the table.
“It’s the Royal Opera House.”
GP took one. The tickets were for a gala concert featuring orchestral and vocal performances from several Italian operas, including Puccini.
Very good seats.
Of course they were very good seats. Max Verstappen did not purchase bad seats.
“There are two,” Francesca said.
“Yes,” GP replied. “That is generally how attending with another person works.”
“Ana is taking me.”
“So the note suggests.”
“Ana is taking me to an opera gala.”
“Yes.”
Francesca looked at her mother. “Mum.”
“I heard.”
“Ana is taking me.”
“Yes, darling.”
“To London.”
“Yes.”
“To see Puccini.”
“Yes.”
“Oh, my God.”
GP sat back down.
This was the hero worship. He recognised it by now.
Ana could have sent Francesca a set of annotated printer instructions and the girl would have framed them.
“She may still cancel,” he said, because he believed in managing expectations.
“She was also informed she is taking you, which suggests Max arranged this without first obtaining full consent.”
“That makes it better.”
“How?”
“Because he talked her into it.”
GP looked at Eloisa.
Eloisa lifted one shoulder. “She has a point.”
Francesca was already rereading the programme details. “There’s a full orchestra. And selections from La Bohème. And Tosca.”
“You play violin,” GP said. “Try not to start critiquing the string section.”
“I would never.”
“You critiqued the school orchestra during your own performance.”
“They were rushing.”
“You were all fourteen.”
“They were still rushing.”
Eloisa nudged the wooden case toward her. “You have another present.”
Francesca put the tickets down with extreme care.
Inside the wooden crate sat an antique jewellery box.
The wood had been polished until it glowed warmly beneath the kitchen lights. The lid was decorated with an intricate floral inlay—small curling stems, pale blossoms, darker leaves and tiny pieces of mother-of-pearl that caught the light as Francesca moved.
There was no visible hinge. No clasp. No obvious opening at all.
Francesca breathed, “Oh.”
GP turned the box slightly. “Is there a note?”
A slim envelope had been fitted beneath it.
Francesca opened it.
Francesca,
This is a late nineteenth-century jewellery and music box. The floral inlay is primarily mother-of-pearl, stained sycamore and rosewood.
It does not open conventionally. There are four movements in the correct sequence. Do not force any section.
The mechanism plays an excerpt from Puccini when fully opened. I selected it because Max informed me of the concert before I finished choosing your gift, and thematic consistency appeared preferable.
Happy seventeenth birthday.
Ana
Francesca looked up very slowly. “It is a puzzle box.”
“It appears so.”
“An antique puzzle jewellery box.”
“Yes.”
“That plays Puccini.”
“Yes.”
Francesca put both hands on either side of her face. “Oh my God, this is so cool.”
GP laughed. He could not help it.
She looked genuinely overwhelmed.
Not because it was valuable, though it clearly was. Not because it was antique. Because Ana had selected something intricate. Mechanical. Beautiful.
Something that required attention before it surrendered its purpose. A gift designed not merely for Francesca’s taste, but for the way her mind worked.
She whispered, “Ana found this?”
“I imagine Ana does not shop in normal places,” Eloisa said.
“That is certainly true,” GP muttered. “Do you know how to open it?”
“No.”
“Excellent.”
She looked offended. “That is the point.”
“I know.”
Francesca bent over the box.
For the next three minutes, she examined it without touching anything.
GP watched her eyes track the inlay.
One flower sat fractionally higher than the others.
A narrow section at the side showed a seam only when the box was angled toward the window.
“There,” she murmured.
She pressed the raised flower.
A small panel released with a quiet click.
Francesca gasped.
“Dad.”
“I saw.”
Inside the panel was a brass catch shaped like a leaf.
She moved it carefully.
The lower section of the box slid forward less than a centimetre.
A hidden compartment appeared along the right side.
Francesca laughed, delighted. “This is insane.”
“Do not tell Ana her gift is insane.”
“She would understand it as positive.”
“That is probably true.”
The third movement involved rotating a small marquetry rose until its petals aligned with a pattern on the lid.
The fourth required pushing the lower drawer back while lifting the left side.
The box unfolded.
Not simply opened. The side compartments extended outward. The lid rose in two stages. A mirrored interior appeared beneath a velvet-lined jewellery tray, and somewhere inside the base, a mechanism caught.
The first notes began softly. Puccini. Delicate and slightly tinny with age, but unmistakable.
Francesca froze.
The melody carried through the kitchen. A few clear, chiming notes from Puccini. Not enough to perform the full melody. Enough to recognise it.
Francesca’s mouth fell open. “No.”
Eloisa looked at GP. “Which one is it?”
Francesca answered before he could. “O mio babbino caro.” The notes repeated, bright and slightly wistful from the antique mechanism. Francesca looked down into the box as though Ana had somehow placed an entire orchestra inside it. “It plays Puccini.”
“Yes,” GP said.
“And Max got the concert tickets.”
“So it appears.”
“Ana found a puzzle jewellery box that plays Puccini.”
“Yes.”
Francesca looked up at him, eyes enormous. “Dad.”
“What?”
“This is the coolest thing anyone has ever given me.”
“I bought you a telescope.”
“That was also very cool.”
“You used it every night for six months.”
“I’m not ranking them.”
“You just ranked them.”
Eloisa was openly laughing now.
GP looked at her. “You are enjoying this.”
“Immensely.”
“Our daughter is more impressed by Max Verstappen’s ability to book a concert and Ana’s ability to locate antique furniture than by seventeen years of excellent parenting.”
“It is not furniture,” Francesca said, offended.
“It is a box.”
“It is a nineteenth-century mechanical jewellery box with sequential puzzle locks and floral marquetry!”
GP stared at her.
Eloisa smiled sweetly.
Francesca turned the tiny key again. The melody restarted. She examined every hinge and concealed join, tracing the edges without applying pressure.
“There has to be another compartment.”
“Why?” GP asked.
“Because the first sequence is too simple.”
“It required four mechanisms.”
“Yes.”
GP looked at Eloisa.
Eloisa merely sipped her tea. Francesca pressed one section of the floral inlay.
Nothing happened.
She tilted the box, watching how the reflected light moved across the lid. Then she pressed the centre of one mother-of-pearl flower while sliding the right-hand panel backward.
There was another soft click.
A narrow concealed drawer opened beneath the lining.
Inside was a small folded note.
Francesca gasped.
“I knew it.”
She unfolded it.
In Ana’s handwriting:
You were correct to continue looking.
The maker constructed three known compartments. This is the second. I have not yet located the third. Please tell me when you do.
Francesca looked as though she had just been personally selected for a mission of national importance. “She couldn’t find it.”
GP knew immediately what that meant. “She probably did.”
“No, she says she didn’t.”
“Ana is capable of lying for educational purposes.”
“She would not lie to me.”
“She absolutely would if she thought it improved the puzzle.”
Eloisa nodded. “She would.”
Francesca considered this. Then looked even more delighted. “So I have to work out whether she genuinely couldn’t find it or whether she is testing me.”
“Yes,” GP said. “That is what normal people call psychological warfare.”
“It is so cool.”
There it was again.
GP looked at his daughter. Seventeen. Her face still changed in exactly the same way it had when she was five and saw something she wanted to understand.
Not simply possess. Understand.
Her whole expression sharpened. Her eyes became brighter. The rest of the room ceased to matter.
He remembered holding her when she was hours old.
Tiny enough to fit against his chest with room left over. A dark cap of hair. One fist tucked beneath her chin. Furious at the entire concept of being born.
He had stood beside Eloisa’s hospital bed, terrified he would drop her, while a nurse assured him babies were less fragile than they appeared.
He had not believed her. He still did not.
That baby had become a girl who built robotics prototypes at the dining-room table and discussed intellectual-property structures before school.
A girl with an expensive lawyer. A girl Ana Wolff took seriously.
Perhaps that was the part GP had not yet adjusted to.
Ana did not humour Francesca.
She did not speak to her as though her ambitions were charming. She treated her work as work. Her ideas as assets. Her intelligence as something worth protecting before the world had an opportunity to exploit it.
Francesca worshipped Ana because Ana represented everything she wanted to become.
GP trusted Ana because she saw Francesca clearly. Even when that vision resulted in a lawyer sending him fifteen-page documents at six in the morning.
His phone buzzed on the table.
As though summoned by irritation: Declan Kavanagh
GP stared at the screen.
Eloisa noticed. “Speak of the shark.”
“He is calling before eight.”
“He knows you are awake.”
“How?”
“You replied to his email.”
GP looked down.
He had.
At seven twelve.
Francesca was still inspecting the underside of the music box.
“Answer it,” she said.
“It is your birthday.”
“And?”
“I would prefer not to discuss licensing frameworks during your birthday breakfast.”
“Kavanagh said the school needs our response by Friday.”
“You are seventeen today and already using the phrase ‘needs our response.’”
Francesca looked pleased.
Eloisa pointed toward the hall. “Take it in the study.”
GP glared at both of them. Neither was remotely affected.
He answered. “Good morning, Mr Kavanagh.”
“Mr. Lambiase.”
No happy birthday to Francesca. No apology for the hour. Straight to business.
“I have reviewed the latest proposed terms from the school.”
GP walked toward the study. “And?”
“They remain unacceptable.”
“Of course they do.”
“They have altered the language but not the substance.”
“What does that mean in normal English?”
“They still want rights they have not earned.”
GP glanced back into the kitchen.
Francesca had found a magnifying glass from somewhere. Eloisa was taking a photograph of her with the box.
“And what happens now?” GP asked.
“I send them a revised agreement.”
“Will they sign it?”
“They will eventually.”
The confidence was breathtaking.
“How do you know?”
“Because their alternative is explaining why a school attempted to claim commercial rights over work created independently by a minor using no institutional funding, facilities or proprietary materials.”
There was a pause.
Kavanagh added, “They will not enjoy that explanation.”
GP believed him.
He believed Declan Kavanagh could make a man regret a clause he had not personally drafted.
“And the holding structure?”
“My recommendation remains that the intellectual property is assigned to a company established for Francesca’s sole benefit, with you and Mrs Lambiase acting only in a limited administrative capacity until she reaches eighteen.”
“She is seventeen today.”
“I am aware.” Of course he was aware. “Happy birthday to her,” Kavanagh added, as though remembering that normal human beings observed such things.
“I’ll tell her.”
“I have also sent a revised confidentiality protocol.”
“For a school project.”
“For potentially valuable intellectual property.”
GP rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“She made it on our dining-room table.”
“Many significant ideas have been developed in less dignified locations.”
The study door opened.
Eloisa leaned against the frame. She had clearly come to observe his suffering.
GP covered the bottom of the phone. “Why are you here?”
“This is funny.”
“It is not.”
She smiled.
He returned to the call. “Mr. Kavanagh, Francesca is still a child.”
There was a brief silence.
Then the lawyer’s voice softened by perhaps three percent.
“She is also the inventor.”
GP looked through the doorway. Francesca was turning the music box carefully in her hands,.
“Yes,” he said.
“She should be permitted to remain a child without that being used as an opportunity to take ownership from her.”
GP did not reply immediately.
That, he suspected, was why Ana had chosen Kavanagh.
Not merely because he was aggressive. Because beneath the aggression was something absolute.
Francesca’s age was a reason to protect her. Not a reason to discount her.
“Send the revised documents,” GP said.
“I already have.”
“Of course you have.”
“I will speak to the school’s counsel this afternoon.”
“Try not to frighten them too badly, please.”
“I make no promises I cannot keep.”
The call ended. Eloisa burst out laughing.
GP lowered the phone. “I am glad this is entertaining for you.”
“You used to negotiate with Christian Horner for a living.”
“That was simpler.”
“Kavanagh is on our side.”
“That does not make him less alarming.”
“No,” Eloisa agreed. “But it makes him very useful.”
They went back into the kitchen.
Francesca had put the music box down long enough to take photographs of the tickets.
“Do not post the seat numbers,” GP said automatically.
“I know.”
“And do not tag Ana without asking.”
“I know.”
“And the box should probably be insured before you take it upstairs.”
Francesca looked at him. “How expensive is it?”
“I have absolutely no idea.”
“Do you think it’s very expensive?”
“It came from Ana.”
Eloisa picked up the original card again. “Are you going to message them?”
Francesca was already typing. “Yes.”
Her fingers moved quickly. Then she stopped. Deleted it. Started again.
GP watched. “What are you writing?”
“Nothing.”
“You have rewritten it three times.”
“I want it to sound right.”
“You could simply say thank you.”
“That isn’t enough.”
“It is generally considered adequate.”
Francesca frowned at the screen.
“I want Ana to know I understand why she chose it.”
GP looked at Eloisa.
Eloisa’s expression softened. “Then tell her that,” she said.
Francesca typed more slowly this time.
GP’s phone buzzed again. Another email from Kavanagh. REVISED DRAFT — URGENT REVIEW REQUESTED
GP closed his eyes.
Eloisa looked over his shoulder. Then smiled. “Our baby has a lawyer.”
“This cannot possibly be the child I once carried around at three in the morning because she had hiccups.”
“No,” Eloisa said. “That child did not have a patent strategy.”
GP looked toward the ceiling, where the silver seventeen balloon turned slowly in the morning air.
“This is Ana’s fault.”
“Entirely.”
“And you find it funny.”
“Extremely.”
He opened Kavanagh’s email.
Eloisa kissed his cheek and took his coffee before it became completely undrinkable.
And despite the lawyer, the terrifying speed at which seventeen years had passed and the growing certainty that his daughter’s mind would carry her far beyond anywhere he could protect her, GP smiled.
Pairing: Max Verstappen x Dr. Anastasia "Ana" Wolff (Original Character)
Summary:
Max Verstappen to Mercedes? The paddock is buzzing. The media’s in meltdown.
Dr. Anastasia “Ana” Wolff, Mercedes’ notoriously brilliant, emotionally unavailable lead systems engineer and Toto Wolff’s eldest daughter, is not handling it well. Because Max isn’t just a potential signing, he’s the man she’s been sleeping with in secret for nearly a decade.
And if the rumours are true, and Max Verstappen really is joining Mercedes, then Ana’s carefully compartmentalised world is about to explode.
Warnings and Notes: GEORGE RUSSELL BASHING. I am warning in ALL CAPS because if you are a fan of him, DO NOT come into my inbox and complain to me about me being mean to this fictional version of him. REAL LIFE GEORGE RUSSELL WOULD OBVIOUSLY NEVER ACT LIKE THAT. Also, this chapter contains mentions of Death Threats and some vague mentions of sexual assault and threats of the same. RED BULL BASHING! Do I need to warn for that? I will just so that nobody will be able to complain.
For Housekeeping Reasons, this is fiction. I don't know any of these people in real life. The world portrayed in this story is obviously not real life, and I am sure that none of the people mentioned are anything like I portray them in this piece of fiction. (Apparently, this needs to be said for some of the people in my inbox.)
Let me know if I missed something else, and I'll add it! As always big thanks to @llirawolf , who listens to me ramble.
Text Messages: Rosa Wolff & Benedict Wolff
Rosa: DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THE ENGAGEMENT?!?!
Rosa: BENEDICT.
Rosa: ANSWER ME.
Rosa: I know you have seen these.
Rosa: You have been ignoring me for four days.
Rosa: Did Ana tell you?
Rosa: Did Papa?
Rosa: WHO IS SHE ENGAGED TO?
Rosa: Mama is losing her mind.
Rosa: Babcia is worse.
Rosa: Call me.
Rosa: Now.
Benedict: Yes.
Rosa: YES WHAT?
Benedict: Yes, I knew.
Rosa: YOU KNEW?
Rosa: And you did not tell me?
Rosa: How long have you known?
Benedict: Not long. Before the public statement.
Rosa: Ana told YOU before she told me?
Benedict: Ana has not told you.
Rosa: Exactly. Why would she tell you and not me?
Benedict: Do you actually need me to answer that?
Rosa: Oh, fuck off. You have spoken to her twice and suddenly you are taking her side?
Benedict: This is not about sides.
Rosa: It is always about sides with her.
Benedict: No. It is always about sides with Mama.
Rosa: What is that supposed to mean?
Benedict: Exactly what it says.
Rosa: Mama is the only person who has ever been honest about Ana.
Benedict: That is not honesty.
Rosa: She abandoned us.
Benedict: Ana was eight.
Rosa: Papa abandoned us for her.
Benedict: Papa remained our father.
Rosa: Not in the same way.
Benedict: Because Mama made every hour he spent with Ana feel like something stolen from us.
Rosa: It was stolen.
Benedict: No. It was not. Ana is his daughter the exact same way you are.
Rosa: What the hell has happened to you?
Benedict: Nothing.
Rosa: You have barely answered me all week.
Rosa: You did not call Mama back.Babcia says you are behaving strangely.
Benedict: Babcia thinks most human behaviour is evidence of moral collapse.
Rosa: Do not speak about her like that.
Benedict: Why?
Rosa: Because she is our grandmother. She is worried about you.
Benedict: She is worried that I am no longer doing what she expects.
Rosa: Mama has been crying since she saw the ring.
Benedict: Why?
Rosa: Because Ana humiliated her again.
Benedict: By getting engaged?
Rosa: By letting everyone else know before us.
Benedict: Ana does not owe Mama an engagement announcement. Why would she tell her? Mama has spent twenty years insisting she isn’t family.
Rosa: That is not true.
Benedict: It is completely true.
Rosa: Mama welcomed her into our home.
Benedict: Grudgingly.
Rosa: You know how Ana could be.
Benedict: I know how Mama told us to describe her.
Rosa: What does that mean?
Benedict: It means I do not remember Ana ever calling herself difficult. I remember Mama calling her difficult. Cold. Ungrateful. Dangerous.
Rosa: She could be frightening.
Benedict: She was a child who did not speak German and could not tolerate loud noise.
Rosa: That is not all it was.
Benedict: No. It was also a grown woman teaching her children to resent an abandoned eight-year-old.
Rosa: Mama did not teach us to hate her.
Benedict: What did she teach us? That if Papa spent time with Ana, he was choosing her over us. That if Mama cried, Ana had caused it. That if a holiday was uncomfortable, it was because Ana could not behave normally. That Ana’s existence was an attack on our family.
Rosa: Mama was hurt.
Benedict: By a child?
Rosa: By Papa.
Benedict: By a relationship he had before Mama ever even met him? First, that’s ridiculous. Second, then she should have been angry with Papa. Not Ana.
Rosa: You are making everything sound simple.
Benedict: Some parts are simple.Adults do not get to punish children for their marriage problems.
Rosa: What has Ana been saying to you?
Benedict: Nothing. Ana has not tried to turn me against anyone.
Rosa: Then why are you acting like this?
Benedict: Because I left.
Rosa: What?
Benedict: I went to America. I had distance. I met people outside Mama and Babcia’s version of what is acceptable.Eventually, you begin noticing that the whole world cannot be wrong every time your mother disapproves of it.
Rosa: Mama said you went because you thought you were better than us.
Benedict: She told me I was abandoning her.
Rosa: You were leaving.
Benedict: I was going to university abroad.
Rosa: You could have studied in Vienna.
Benedict: I did not want to stay in Vienna.
Rosa: And I did?
Benedict: Did you?
Rosa: That is irrelevant.
Benedict: No. It is not.
Rosa: I stayed because somebody had to care about Mama.
Benedict: You stayed because you watched what she did to me when I left.
Rosa: You do not know that.
Benedict: I know you had brochures from universities in Paris. I know you asked Papa about London.I know Mama found out and stopped speaking to you for three days.
Rosa: She was upset.
Benedict: She punished you.
Rosa: She did not punish me.
Benedict: She ignored you until you apologised for wanting to leave.
Rosa: She said I was making decisions without considering how they affected everyone else.
Benedict: You were choosing a university.
Rosa: She had just been through a difficult year.
Benedict: There was always a difficult year.There was always a reason we could not upset her.Always a reason her feelings mattered more.Always a reason we had to wait before doing what we wanted.
Rosa: She loves us.
Benedict: As long as we remain the versions of ourselves she approves of.
Rosa: That is a horrible thing to say.
Benedict: It is a horrible thing to realise.
Rosa: What did she do when you told her about America?
Benedict: You were there.
Rosa: Not for all of it.
Benedict: She cried. She said I was selfish. She told me Papa had filled my head with ideas because he wanted to take me from her. She said I would regret leaving once I realised nobody outside the family would ever love me properly.
Rosa: She said something similar to me.
Benedict: When?
Rosa: When I mentioned Paris.
Benedict: What did she say?
Rosa: That people there would use me. That they would laugh at me. That I was too trusting to manage without her.
Benedict: Rosa.
Rosa: I thought she was frightened for me.
Benedict: Maybe she was. That does not make controlling you acceptable.What did she actually do when she heard about the engagement?You said she lost her mind.
Rosa: She threw a glass.
Benedict: At you?
Rosa: No.
Benedict: Rosa.
Rosa: At the wall.
Benedict: Were you in the room?
Rosa: Yes.
Benedict: Did it hit you?
Rosa: No.
Benedict: What happened afterward?
Rosa: She cried.
Rosa: Then she said Ana had done it deliberately. That she had waited until the worst possible moment to make everyone look at her.
Benedict: It became public because photographers saw the ring.
Rosa: Mama says Ana wanted them to.
Benedict: Of course she does.
Rosa: She called Papa eleven times.
Benedict: Did he answer?
Rosa: No.
Benedict: Good.
Rosa: Then she called Susie.
Benedict: Did Susie answer?
Rosa: No.
Rosa: Mama started screaming after she hung up.
Benedict: At you?
Rosa: Not exactly.
Benedict: What does not exactly mean?
Rosa: She kept asking why neither of us had told her. She said we had both betrayed her.
Benedict: You did not know.
Rosa: I told her that!
Benedict: And?
Rosa: She said I should have known.
Benedict: How?
Rosa: I do not know. She said if I were paying proper attention to the family, Ana could not have hidden something this large.
Benedict: That is not your responsibility.
Rosa: She was so angry, Benny. Not sad. Not even really surprised. Angry. Like Ana had taken something from her.
Rosa: But Ana getting engaged does not actually affect her.
Benedict: No.
Rosa: Why did I think it did?
Benedict: Because Mama tells us that everything Ana does is about her.
Rosa: Babcia was worse.
Benedict: What did she say?
Rosa: That Ana had trapped someone. That no decent man would choose her willingly. That the ring proves he is after Papa’s money. Then she said if Ana had any shame, she would not wear white.
Benedict: Why?
Rosa: You know why.
Benedict: No.
Rosa: She thinks Ana has slept with men.
Benedict: Ana is twenty-seven years old. We aren’t living in the 18th century anymore.
Rosa: I know.
Benedict: And it is none of Babcia’s business anyway. She would say the same thing about you if you lived differently from what she approves of.
Rosa: She has.
Benedict: When?
Rosa: When I was dating Lukas. She asked whether I had “given him something he had not earned.”
Benedict: Jesus Christ.
Rosa: I thought she was just being old-fashioned. Mama said she only wanted to protect my reputation.
Rosa: Babcia said something else tonight. She said Ana’s fiancé would eventually realise what she was and leave her.
Rosa: Mama said, “Not if she has made herself indispensable first.”
Benedict: That is vile.
Rosa: I laughed. Not because it was funny. Because they were both looking at me. And I knew they expected me to.
Benedict: Rosa.
Rosa: I always know what I am supposed to say with them. I had never thought about that before.
Benedict: You do not have to say it anymore.
Rosa: Mama notices when I do not.
Benedict: I know.
Rosa: She asked why I was defending Ana.
Benedict: Were you?
Rosa: I only said we did not know who the fiancé was or why he chose her.
Benedict: That is not much of a defence.
Rosa: Mama looked at me like I had slapped her. She went upstairs without saying goodnight.
Benedict: And now you feel guilty.
Rosa: Yes.
Benedict: For what?
Rosa: I do not know.
Rosa: Do you know who Ana is engaged to?
Benedict: Yes.
Rosa: Will you tell me?
Benedict: No.
Rosa: Why not?
Benedict: If I tell you, Mama will ask. Babcia will ask. You will feel guilty for keeping it from them. Then you will tell them because withholding information will feel like betrayal.
Benedict: Am I wrong?
Rosa: No.
Benedict: That is why.
Rosa: You think I cannot be trusted.
Benedict: I think you have never truly been allowed to have privacy from Mama.
Rosa: She says secrets destroy families.
Benedict: Does she tell you all of hers? Does she let you read her messages?
Rosa: No.
Benedict: Does she tell you every conversation she has with Papa?
Rosa: Only what he says that upsets her.
Benedict: Exactly.
Rosa: Oh.
Rosa: She knows my phone passcode.
Benedict: Change it.
Rosa: She will ask why.
Benedict: You do not have to answer.
Rosa: She will think I am hiding something.
Benedict: You are allowed to hide things.
Rosa: That sounds wrong.
Benedict: Privacy is not dishonesty.
Rosa: She always said it was.
Benedict: I know.
Rosa: Are you invited to the wedding?
Benedict: Yes.
Rosa: You are invited?
Benedict: Yes.
Rosa: After ignoring her for twenty years?
Benedict: I asked the same thing.
Rosa: What did she say?
Benedict: That I am her brother.
Rosa: I am her sister.
Benedict: Yes.
Rosa: But she does not think I am.
Benedict: I do not know what she thinks.
Rosa: She did not tell me.And she told you because you reached out.
Benedict: Probably.
Rosa: I have never reached out.
Benedict: No.
Rosa: I kept waiting for her to apologise.
Benedict: For what?
Rosa: I do not know anymore. Mama always said Ana had to apologise for destroying the family. But she was eight. She did not ask to be there.
Rosa: Oh God.
Rosa: We were awful to her.
Benedict: Yes.
Rosa: You were too.
Benedict: Yes.
Rosa: And she still invited you.
Benedict: Yes.
Rosa: Why?
Benedict: Because she is kinder than we were.
Rosa: Mama will say she is manipulating you.
Benedict: I know.
Rosa: She will say Ana is taking you away too.
Benedict: I know.
Rosa: That is what she said about Papa.
Benedict: Yes.
Rosa: And Susie.
Benedict: Yes.
Rosa: And America.
Benedict: Yes.Everyone who makes us less dependent on her becomes the enemy.
Rosa: Is that why you have not been talking to me?
Benedict: Partly.
Rosa: Because you think I will tell Mama things. You could have just said that.
Benedict: No.
Rosa: Why not?
Benedict: Because I am trying to protect you.
Rosa: From Mama?
Benedict: From being placed in the middle.
Rosa: I am already in the middle.
Benedict: Not of everything.
Rosa: What does that mean?
Benedict: It means there are things I am not telling you because knowing them would force you to choose between keeping my confidence and keeping Mama calm.
Rosa: You do not trust me to choose you.
Benedict: I do not want you to have to. Mama turns information into tests.If you know something she does not, she will make you prove your love by telling her. If you refuse, she will punish you.I am not giving her another weapon to use against you.
Rosa: You have been ignoring me to protect me.
Benedict: I have been keeping distance because every conversation with you becomes a conversation with Mama five minutes later.
Rosa: You could have warned me.
Benedict: And then what? You would have asked what I was hiding. Mama would have noticed you were worried. She would have pushed until you told her. Then you would hate yourself for it.
Rosa: You really think she would do that.
Benedict: She already does.
Rosa: I changed my phone passcode.
Benedict: Just now?
Rosa: Yes.
Benedict: Good.
Rosa: My hands are shaking.
Benedict: You have not done anything wrong.
Rosa: It feels like I have.
Benedict: I know.
Rosa: Will it stop feeling like that?
Benedict: Eventually.
Rosa: How long?
Benedict: I do not know.
Rosa: Are you okay?
Benedict: I am safe.
Rosa: That is not what I asked.
Benedict: It is all I can tell you right now.
Rosa: Because you are protecting me.
Benedict: Yes.
Rosa: Or protecting yourself from me?
Benedict: Both.
Rosa: Okay. I will not ask again tonight.
Benedict: Thank you.
Rosa: But when you are ready. I want to be someone you do not have to protect yourself from.
Benedict: Then do not tell Mama about this conversation.
Rosa: I will not.
Benedict: Even if she cries. Even if she says you are betraying her. Even if Babcia says something cruel.
Rosa: Okay.
Benedict: If you can do that, then maybe I will believe you.
Rosa: I am sorry.
Benedict: For what?
Rosa: I am not sure where to begin.
Benedict: Begin with not repeating it.
Rosa: I can do that.
Benedict: Good.
Rosa: Does Ana hate me?
Benedict: I do not know.
Rosa: Would she answer if I texted her?
Benedict: Probably.
Rosa: What should I say?
Benedict: Not tonight.
Rosa: Why?
Benedict: Because right now you are frightened and guilty.
Benedict: If you contact her tonight, you may ask her to make you feel better.
Rosa: That would be selfish.
Rosa: When should I do it?
Benedict: When you can apologise without explaining why Mama made you do it.
Rosa: Okay.
Benedict: And do not ask about the wedding.
Rosa: I know.
Benedict: Do you?
Rosa: I think I am beginning to.
Rosa: Mama is going to notice I changed the passcode.
Benedict: Probably.
Rosa: What do I say?
Benedict: That you wanted privacy.
Rosa: She will ask privacy from what.
Benedict: You do not owe her an explanation.
Rosa: That is going to make her angrier.
Benedict: I know.
***
Text Messages: Susie Wolff & Max Verstappen
Susie: Do you want to have lunch today?
Max: Sure.I have a doctor’s appointment first, but afterwards?
Susie: Perfect.I can drive you.
Max: You knew I had a doctor’s appointment.
Susie: You just told me.
Max: No. You already knew.
Susie: That is a very serious accusation.
Max: Ana told me she asked you to keep an eye on me while she was in Austin.
Susie: Did she?
Max: Yes.
Susie: Interesting.
Max: Susie.
Susie: Max.
Max: You knew about the appointment.
Susie: I may have known there was an appointment.
Max: And you invited me to lunch so I would not go alone.
Susie: I invited you to lunch because I enjoy your company.
Max: And because Ana told you to make sure I am not alone.
Susie: Those things are not mutually exclusive.
Max: You are all very bad at being subtle.
Susie: I think I am excellent at it.
Max: You offered to drive me before I told you where the appointment was.
Susie: Monaco is small.
Max: You do not even know which doctor.
Susie: I know enough.
Max: You know, security can drive me.
Susie: I know.
Max: Then why are you driving me?
Susie: Because you should not have to do everything alone simply because you are capable of it.
Max: That sounds like something Ana told you to say.
Susie: No.
Susie: Ana would have used more words and possibly included a study about recovery outcomes.
Max: True.
Susie: Besides, I have an incentive.
Max: What incentive?
Susie: I found a spare copy of Driven. There are photographs in there.
Max: Of what?
Susie: Teenage Ana.
Max: Sold.
Susie: That was easy.
Max: What kind of pictures?
Susie: A Picture of her at the piano when she was 13 and could just about reach the pedals. And one of her and Jack.
Susie: You know, I have even more on my phone.
Max: More teenage Ana?
Susie: Many.
Max: Are there baby pictures?
Susie: No, Max.
Max: None?
Susie: No.
Susie: Toto only met Ana when she was eight. You know that.
Max: Yes.
Susie: I have a lot of photographs from after Toto and I started dating. And many of her with Jack. But there are no baby pictures of Ana.
Max: Irina did not give Toto any?
Susie: No.
Max: Not even one? What kind of mother does that?
Susie: Max.
Max: No.
Max: Seriously.She had eight years.There must have been pictures.
Susie: There probably were.
Max: And she kept them?
Susie: Or destroyed them.
Max: That is worse.
Susie: I know.
Max: Ana has no pictures of herself as a baby because Irina could not even give her that. I hate her.
Susie: I know.
Max: Every time I think I cannot hate her more, there is something else. Ana should have baby pictures.
Susie: She should.
Max: She should know what she looked like. Whether she had hair.
Susie: She probably had a lot of it. She always had enormous amounts of hair.
Max: That is not the same.
Susie: No. It isn’t.
Max: Does it bother her?
Susie: She says it does not.
Max: That means yes.
Susie: Not always.
Max: With Ana it usually means she decided being upset would not change the outcome.
Susie: You know her very well.
Max: I know when she turns something into a fact so she does not have to feel it.
Susie: Then perhaps do not ask her directly while she is away and already dealing with enough.
Max: I won’t.
Susie: Good.
Max: But I am still angry.
Susie: You are allowed to be.
Max: I want to see all the pictures you do have.
Susie: All of them?
Max: Yes.
Susie: There are several thousand.
Max: Fine.
Susie: Max.
Max: I am serious.
Susie: Some are objectively terrible.
Max: Especially those.
Susie: There is one where she cut her own fringe.
Max: Send it now.
Susie: No.
Max: Susie.
Susie: Lunch first.
Max: Blackmail.
Susie: Motivation.
Max: Fine.
Susie: I will pick you up thirty minutes before the appointment.
Max: You still do not know where it is.
Susie: Max.
Max: Ana gave you the address.And the time.
Susie: She is very thorough.
Susie: See you at eleven.
Max: Bring the book.
Susie: I will.
Max: And the fringe picture.
Susie: We will negotiate.
***
George Russell’s Residence, England - 16 October 2025
Jasper had arrested George Russell before.
The first time, George had been controlled.
Pale, furious, offended by the entire concept of consequence—but controlled.
He had asked for his solicitor.
He had corrected wording.
He had sat very straight in the back of the police car, jaw tight, behaving like a man who believed composure could still make the facts look negotiable.
The second arrest was different.
By the time Jasper reached the Russell residence, the search team was already in position.
Two marked vehicles waited farther down the road. An unmarked van carrying digital forensics had parked beside the gates. The monitoring officer stood near the entrance speaking quietly into a radio, while Priya Shah checked the warrant for the third time despite having memorised every line.
The house itself looked peaceful.
Expensive stone.
Tall windows.
Trimmed hedges.
The sort of place designed to communicate order.
Jasper had learned a long time ago that houses lied.
“Latest signal?” he asked.
The digital officer looked up from the tablet.
“Still inside.”
“Location?”
“Rear half of the property. Upper floor or ground floor beneath it. Accuracy is shifting.”
“Active?”
“Not transmitting now, but it connected briefly eight minutes ago.”
Eight minutes.
George Russell had either sent another message or checked whether Ana had finally answered him.
Jasper’s mouth tightened.
“Vale?”
“Not present,” Priya said. “He left yesterday evening. His firm has no idea we’re here.”
“Good.”
“And Russell?”
“Inside with two members of household staff.”
“No family?”
“No.”
Jasper looked toward the house.
“Let’s do it.”
The monitoring officer opened the gate.
They crossed the drive in a tight formation, not dramatic, not hurried.
There was no need to perform urgency when everyone involved already understood it.
Jasper knocked.
The door opened after less than a minute.
A woman in a dark uniform stared at the officers behind him and went immediately pale.
“Police,” Jasper said. “We have a warrant to search the premises and arrest George Russell for suspected breach of court-imposed conditions, malicious communications, witness intimidation and threats to kill.”
The woman’s hand tightened around the door.
“He’s upstairs.”
“Where?”
“His bedroom. Or the study. He’s been moving between them.”
“Has he got a phone?”
“I don’t know.”
Jasper watched her face. Not evasive. Frightened.
“When did you last see him?”
“Ten minutes ago.”
“Did he appear agitated?”
She gave a small, helpless laugh.
“He’s been agitated since last night.”
“How?”
“He was shouting.”
“At whom?”
“Nobody. The television. His laptop. Her.”
Jasper’s expression sharpened.
“Dr Wolff?”
“She was on the news.”
Of course she was.
The engagement coverage. The ring. The photographs.
Anastasia Wolff’s life being replayed on every screen while George Russell sat under court restrictions and convinced himself it had been arranged to torment him.
“Stay here,” Jasper said. “Do not use any phone. Do not warn him.”
She nodded quickly.
The team moved inside.
The house was too warm.
Jasper noticed that first.
Then the broken glass near the entrance to the sitting room.
A tumbler, shattered against the skirting board. Amber liquid had dried in streaks across the pale wall.
Priya looked at it. “Recent?”
“Last night,” the housekeeper whispered behind them. “He threw it.”
“Why?”
“He saw the photograph.” The ring.
Jasper did not need clarification.
They reached the stairs.
A man’s voice sounded above them. Loud.
Not words at first. Just the rhythm of someone arguing without another person present.
Jasper climbed.
At the top landing, the voice became clear. “She did it deliberately.”
Then silence. Then: “She knew I would see.”
Jasper exchanged a glance with Priya.
The study door stood open.
George Russell was inside.
He wore grey tracksuit bottoms and a white T-shirt, barefoot on the expensive carpet. His hair was disordered. His eyes were bloodshot.
A laptop sat open on the desk.
Ana’s engagement photograph filled the screen.
The close-up of her hand.
The star sapphire.
The double halo.
George stood in front of it as though facing an enemy.
On the desk beside the computer lay a collection of printed articles.
Some were about Ana. Some about Max. Some about Mercedes. Several had been written on in black ink.
Names circled. Sentences underlined. One photograph of Ana had been torn through the middle.
Not across her face.
Across the ring.
Jasper stopped in the doorway. “George Russell.”
George turned. For a second, there was no recognition. Then his face changed. “What are you doing here?”
“Police. Step away from the desk.”
“You’ve already searched the house.”
“We have a new warrant.”
“No.” It was refusal. Childlike in its certainty. “No, you don’t.”
Priya held up the document. “We do.”
George looked at it without reading it.
His gaze moved past them toward the officers in the corridor. Then back to Jasper. “This is because of her.”
Jasper kept his voice even. “This is because you are suspected of breaching the conditions of your house arrest and sending threatening messages.”
“I didn’t send anything.”
“Step away from the desk.”
“She has lied again.”
“George.”
“She always lies.”
Jasper watched him carefully.
The first arrest had involved strategy.
This did not.
George’s attention moved too quickly, his breathing shallow, his hands opening and closing at his sides. “She told them I attacked her.”
“You were arrested and charged in relation to that incident.”
“She wanted it.”
Jasper felt something cold settle in his stomach.
Priya’s face did not change.
“She wanted me to kiss her,” George said. “Then she panicked because she knew what it meant.”
Jasper said, “Step away from the desk.”
“She chose me.”
“No.”
The word came from Priya. Flat. Immediate.
George looked at her as though he had only just noticed she existed. “You weren’t there.”
“No,” Priya said. “But she said no.”
George’s face twisted.
“She didn’t know what she wanted.”
Jasper had interviewed stalkers who said the same thing.
Men who believed a woman’s mind was merely a locked room to which they held the real key.
“She needed time,” George continued. “She needed me to prove it.”
“By threatening her?” Jasper asked.
“I didn’t threaten her.”
“By contacting her despite a court order?”
“I haven’t contacted her.”
“Then where is the phone?”
George’s eyes moved. Barely. Toward the far side of the room.
Jasper saw it. So did Priya.
The digital officer stepped past them.
George moved suddenly. Not toward the officer. Toward the desk. His hand reached for something behind the laptop.
“Stop.”
George ignored him. Two officers closed the distance immediately. One caught his arm.
George exploded. Not fought. Exploded. He twisted violently, shoulder striking the desk, sending papers and a lamp crashing to the floor. “Get off me!”
“George Russell, stop resisting.”
“You cannot do this!”
His voice cracked. He kicked backward, almost catching an officer’s knee. They forced him against the edge of the desk.
The laptop slid sideways. Ana’s hand remained on the screen, the sapphire catching frozen light.
“She is mine!”
The room went still for half a second. Even the officers restraining him seemed to register it.
George struggled harder. “She is mine! He took her from me!”
Jasper stepped closer. “Who?”
George stared at him. His face was flushed now, spit bright at the corner of his mouth.
“You know.”
“No. I don’t.”
“You all know.”
“Who took her?”
“The man.”
“What man?”
“The one she is pretending to marry.”
Jasper watched him.
George’s eyes were enormous. Wild. Focused entirely on a version of reality no one else inhabited.
“He thinks he won,” George said.
“Who?”
“He thinks he can put a ring on her and make her forget.”
“Forget what?”
George laughed. It was a terrible sound. “What we are.”
Jasper had seen the messages.
Mine. Owed. Belongs.
Now he heard the architecture beneath them.
George had not merely convinced himself Ana loved him. He had built an entire relationship that had never existed. Every rejection had become fear. Every boundary had become proof. Every consequence had become manipulation by someone else.
“You assaulted her,” Jasper said.
“No.”
“You frightened her.”
“No.”
“She obtained protection from you.”
“Because her father forced her.”
“She is engaged to someone else.”
The effect was immediate.
George lunged forward against the officers. The restraints bit into his wrists. “She is not!” His voice tore through the room. “She is not engaged!”
Jasper did not move. “The ring is real.”
“It is a stunt.”
“She confirmed it.”
“She wants me jealous.”
“She said yes to another man.”
“No man wants her!”
The sentence came out with such venom that one of the officers looked away.
George continued without pause. “No one wants her when they know her. Not really. She is cold and strange and she does not know how to love anyone.”
Jasper stared at him. “And yet you say she belongs to you.”
George stopped. For one second, confusion crossed his face. Then rage filled it again. “Because I understand her.”
“No,” Jasper said. “You don’t.”
“I am the only one who does.”
“You do not understand her. You have invented her.”
George jerked against the officers again. “You know nothing.”
“I know she told you no.”
“She was scared.”
“I know she stayed away from you.”
“Her father stopped her.”
“I know she is marrying somebody else.”
George screamed. Not a word. A raw sound of fury and panic.
The digital officer crouched near a low cabinet on the far side of the room.
“There.”
He pointed.
A section of the baseboard had been removed.
Behind it sat a black phone connected to a charging cable running through the wall cavity. The burner. Hidden less than four metres from where George had been standing.
The officer photographed it in place.
George saw. His whole body changed. The fury drained into fear. “No.”
Jasper looked at him. “No what?”
“That isn’t mine.”
“It is concealed in your study.”
“I have never seen it.”
“It connected to this residence.”
“I don’t know anything about it.”
“It was supplied through your solicitor.”
George’s mouth opened. Closed.
That single hesitation told Jasper more than the denial. “Jonathan Vale brought it here,” Jasper said.
“No.”
“Did he know what you were using it for?”
George looked toward the phone. “He said nobody would trace it.”
Silence.
Priya inhaled slowly. Jasper kept his voice neutral. “Who said that?”
George realised too late what he had done. “No one.”
“Jonathan Vale?”
“I want my solicitor.”
“Your solicitor who supplied the prohibited phone?”
“I want Vale.”
“That may be complicated.”
“You cannot question me without him.”
“I am not questioning you. I am arresting you.”
The digital officer placed the handset into a Faraday bag.
George watched it disappear as though someone had removed the only part of the room keeping him upright.
Jasper stepped closer.
“George Russell, I am arresting you on suspicion of making threats to kill, malicious communications, stalking involving fear of violence, witness intimidation and breach of the conditions imposed by the court.”
George shook his head. “No.”
“You do not have to say anything—”
“No.”
“—but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned—”
“No, no, no.”
“—something which you later rely on in court.”
“She started this.”
“Anything you do say may be given in evidence.”
“She posted the ring.”
Jasper held his gaze. “That is not a crime.”
“She knew.”
“She was entitled to announce her engagement.”
“She knew what it would do to me.”
“That is not her responsibility.”
George’s expression became almost pleading. “You don’t understand.”
“I understand enough.”
“She is confused.”
“No.”
“She needs help.”
“Not from you.”
“She needs me.”
“No.”
The word landed.
George went still.
Jasper had never seen someone react to a single syllable with such total hatred.
Then George smiled. It was not sane.
That was Jasper’s first clear thought.
Not legally. He was not a psychiatrist, and he was not about to diagnose a suspect. But the man standing in front of him had moved beyond anger into something detached from shared reality.
“She will come back,” George said quietly.
Jasper said nothing.
“When she sees what he is like.”
“Who?”
“The fiancé.”
“You do not know who he is.”
“I will.”
“How?”
George’s smile widened. “Everyone finds out eventually.”
Jasper felt the skin at the back of his neck tighten.
The officers began moving him toward the door.
George resisted only enough to slow them.
As he passed the laptop, he twisted his head toward Ana’s photograph. “Take it off,” he said.
Not to the officers.
To the image. “Take it off, Ana.”
Priya closed the laptop.
George made a strangled sound. “Open it!”
Nobody did.
“OPEN IT!”
The officers pulled him into the corridor.
His voice followed them down the stairs. “She is mine!” Then: “You cannot let her marry him!”
And finally, as they reached the front door: “If she marries him, it is your fault!”
Jasper followed at a distance.
Outside, the quiet street remained absurdly normal.
A neighbour’s sprinkler turned slowly over a lawn.
A delivery van passed at the far end of the road.
George was placed into the back of the police vehicle.
He kept talking even after the door closed. Jasper could see his mouth moving through the glass.
Priya came to stand beside him. “Well,” she said.
Jasper watched George strike the inside of the vehicle once with the flat of his hand. “He has completely lost it.”
Priya folded her arms. “That is not going in your report.”
“No.”
“What is?”
“That his behaviour was agitated, delusional in presentation, possessive toward the victim, hostile toward the unidentified fiancé and suggestive of escalating risk.”
“Better.”
“Less honest.”
“We can be honest after a psychiatrist assesses him.”
Jasper looked back toward the house.
Digital officers moved through the study now, photographing the hidden compartment, the laptop, the notes, the torn articles.
One officer emerged carrying an evidence box.
“Do you think he believes it?” Priya asked.
“What?”
“That she belongs to him.”
Jasper thought of George’s face.
“Yes.”
Priya’s mouth tightened. “That makes him more dangerous.”
“Yes.”
“Do you think he knows who the fiancé is?”
“No.”
“Yet.”
Jasper looked toward the police car.
George had stopped hitting the window. Now he sat very still.
“No,” he said. “And we need to keep it that way until he is behind a locked door he cannot negotiate his way around.”
“The hearing is tomorrow.”
“The CPS will seek remand.”
“His lawyers will argue mental-health crisis.”
“They may be right.”
“That does not make him safe.”
“No.”
Jasper watched the vehicle pull away.
George’s face remained turned toward the house until the car disappeared around the corner.
They walked back toward the house.
At the foot of the stairs, Jasper stopped beside the shattered glass. “She posted one photograph,” he said.
Priya looked at him.
“A photograph of her own hand. Her own engagement. Her own life.”
“And he interpreted it as an attack.”
Because in George Russell’s world, Ana Wolff was not a person with a private life.
She was a thing that had disobeyed.
Jasper looked up toward the study where the burner had been hidden.
“He did not break the house-arrest conditions because he thought he would get away with threatening her,” he said.
“Why did he?”
“He broke them because he does not believe any rule that keeps him from her is legitimate.”
Priya’s expression went cold. “That is worse.”
“Yes.” Jasper reached for his notebook. “Much worse.”
IN WHICH — your f1 driver boyfriend soft launches your relationship to the public
pairing: various drivers x reader
warnings: use of y/n
tags: f1 fanfic, reader insert, kimi antonelli, george russell, charles leclerc, max verstappen, lando norris, alex albon, liam lawson, ollie bearman, arvid lindblad, oscar piastri, oneshot, f1 drivers react.
ᯓ➤ a/n : this is my first time writing anything for george, lando, charles, max, and alex. 😼 i got way more into some of these than others and you can probably tell. as always, i still hope you enjoy 😘
includes: kimi antonelli, george russell, oscar piastri, lando norris, liam lawson, arvid lindblad, ollie bearman, charles leclerc, max verstappen, alex albon
KIMI ANTONELLI
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GEORGE RUSSELL
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OSCAR PIASTRI
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LANDO NORRIS
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⤷ user right like theres no way this was on purpose 😭
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LIAM LAWSON
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ARVID LINDBLAD
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OLLIE BEARMAN
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CHARLES LECLERC
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ALEX ALBON
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ᯓ➤ a/n : thanks for reading! feel free to send requests on my page and let me know if there’s anyone else you want to see in these f1 grid react posts!
Hi, how are you? English isn't my first language, so please excuse any mistakes. Could you write a cute imagine about Oscar Piastri where his girlfriend is one of the most famous models in fashion today, and she's Brazilian (just to give context, they met through Gabi at a dinner) and she goes to a Formula 1 racing paddock (Spa) for the first time to support Oscar, but this works as a soft launch because nobody besides their close friends knew about the relatively recent relationship, like a 5 months. And they have a puppy of the same breed as Leo Leclerc, a brownish female Dauchin with spotted fur (the puppy that went viral with the paw print sticker in its mouth) that accompanied her, and Oscar wins and says in an interview that she was his lucky charm.
STYLE ✩ OSCAR PIASTRI
summary : you, a famous brazilian model, and oscar, a famous formula one driver, have been dating for a while, the whole world having no clue. until you arrive at the paddock and seem to be his good luck charm.
a/n : i made it a bit of a smau as well because i though the posts would look aesthetic so… YEAH also first i do not speak portuguese so it’s all google translate PLEASE CORRECT ME IF ANYTHINGS WRONG i’ll fix it AND SECONDLY i know spa had a rain delay and like all of this stuff happened but i’m a lazy bum so i ignored all that please forgive me and THIRDLY this is shit as hell and i apologise for that but i had no idea what to do… i get it i suck but I HOPE YOU ENJOY
you’d first met oscar eight months ago, when gabi had demanded you come with him to a dinner that consisted of majority of the formula one drivers. he said he was scared, being a rookie and all of that next year, and needed someone.
but why did you have to go? you barely knew them, let alone how the sport worked.
but you went anyways. that was were you had met oscar. you’d been sat next to each other for half the dinner, not talking, just listening to the conversation of others, when he turned to you.
“are you from brazil?”
you looked up from the pasta you were eating and nodded. he just nodded back, returning to his dinner. and that was the rest of your conversation until he walked up to you afterwards.
“nice seeing you, y/n.”
a week later you had a text from a random number, telling you it was oscar. you’d shrugged it off, knowing it was a fan or spam because you had never given oscar your number.
that was until gabi told you that he had given it to oscar.
at the time, you were annoyed, but now? you were grateful because now you and oscar had been dating for five months and it was everything and more.
you’d decided to keep your relationship a secret, just for a little. you both liked the calm.
one weekend, when you were both chilling on the couch, oscar looked up at you.
“do you want to come to a race?”
“if you want me to.”
he nodded, “i do. you should come to spa.”
and here you were, waiting in the car with oscar, reluctantly wanting to step out. obviously you wanted to cheer him on, you’d done it every weekend since you’d started dating, but to go into the paddock?
with fans and snobby interviewers. that sent a shiver down your spine.
oscar opened the door for you, holding his hand out. “it’s okay. if it’s too much you can always go home.”
you shook your head. no. you were doing this.
your dauchin, rosie, sat on your lap, leaping to the floor when you stepped out the car. she had spotted fur all over and was the cutest thing ever.
she’d been a birthday gift from oscar. an expensive, crazy gift, but incredibly cute. she barked happily as she walked, one of your hands wrapped around the leash, the other in oscar’s arm.
you walked through the paddock, cameras tilting towards you as the two of you walked.
his grip on your hand tightened in a reassuring way. oscar always knew how to make you feel better.
when you arrived to the mclaren hospitality, you let oscar run off to get ready for the race. you opened up your phone, instagram posts already buzzing.
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f1gossip : new f1 couple?? 🚨 oscar piastri was seen walking into the paddock today with a mysterious woman (not sure who she is yet, will update when known) they seem to have a dog very similar to leo leclerc!
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oscarpiastrifan : good for him!
f1news : the woman seems to be brazilian model y/n y/l/n!
-> f1gossip : thank you!
-> user23 : would make sense. gabi is friends with her
y/ngirl : definitely is y/n because that’s rosie SO HAPPY FOR HER oscar piastri watch your back
you rolled your eyes as you scrolled. formula one fans surely worked fast. you looked up to see oscar in his mclaren suit, smiling at you.
his hair had his cute, perfect little swish that you loved.
“você está bonito,” you said cheerfully, walking over to him. oscar, who had been learning portuguese himself smiled as well.
“aww you think i’m handsome?”
you tapped his cheek. “handsome when you aren’t smug.”
oscar spent most of his free time with you when he could, as well as looking at the data and preparing himself for the race to come.
he even explained most of the data to you, something that you’d always wanted to learn but never had the chance.
you knew the tyres he was starting on, the strategy’s and the objective, which was obviously win. lando, oscar’s teammate, was starting on pole while oscar was in second so, yes, podium and win was very much in reach.
you gave him a kiss good luck, watching as he hopped in the car, driving it to the starting grid. you were accompanied by oscar’s family, talking to each other as you all waited for the race to start.
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f1 : oscar piastri shouts out a special somebody after his win in spa 👀
[ interviewer ] congratulations on the win oscar! what are you feeling right now?
[ oscar ] haha thank you, yeah it’s a very special one. i love this track a lot so very happy to win here.
[ interviewer ] what was going through your mind when you overtook lando at the start of the race?
[ oscar ] i just wanted to win. i’ve got my family here and my girlfriend so i wanted to win for them.
[ interviewer ] girlfriend?
[ oscar ] yeah, she’s a very beautiful person, inside and out, and i think today she was my lucky charm.
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Obsession
Synopsis: As an upstart actress with all eyes on you after a stellar debut, it's reasonable for people to be worried when you start obsessing over a man you rejected several times for everyone in the world to see.
Starring: Lando Norris
Form: SMAU
☀️Sunny says: that she can totally make a happy lando story🫤
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☆ July '25
Fire Fire • Shimza, AR/CO, Kasango
Liked by luyanda__zwane, tyla, lando and others
cinematic_yn thank you for giving this girl the most perfect netflix debut of all time! thepolygamistnextflixsa I will love you all forever and ever🫶🏾
user789 gimme 10, girl, I'm still recovering✋🏽😔
cinematic_yn I'm sorry🥹
kwanele.xx a star in the making, babe! loved working with you
cinematic_yn and I love you☺️
user745 way too real
user456 the way this show genuinely changed the trajectory of my whole life😭😭
user480 I will never be the same.
user493 it was simultaneously one of the best and worst shows I have ever watched🧍🏾♀️
user234 I hope those 11 course meals were worth it, babe🧍🏽♂️
user276 X, we know it's u
user291 yall act like you wouldn't have done the same thing she did if you were in that situation🙄
noluthando.shabalala you're such a sap😂💀
cinematic_yn you're the love of my life😊
user891 ofc she's a sweetheart irl😭
user897 separate the character from the actress🙂↕️🙂↕️
user123 seeing the cast acting like family is really a palate cleanser after all the hell they put us through💀
ayrastarr I still love you😔
cinematic_yn you promise?
ayrastarr yeah😭I may have been overreacting over the phone
tyla haibo what did you say ayrastarr??
cinematic_yn that I should discontinue such skank behaviour and leave that old man😔
arlo.parks 😭😭😭😭OMG?
tyla yoh ayra💔
ayrastarr it was in the heat of the moment IM SORRY😭
mahalia crazy work💀
lewishamilton a generational masterpiece
georgerussell63 carmen made me binge the whole thing in one night and I don't regret it🧍🏼♂️
lilymhe oh you're the one who got alex hooked?🤨
oscarpiastri *he got the whole grid hooked on it
iamrebeccad everyone is obsessed!
user983 what is this comment section😦
cinematic_yn we should all be friends🥹
user983 me too??
cinematic_yn ofc!<3
lando watched the whole show just for you
cinematic_yn sorry, I'm a ferrari girl🫤
maxfewtrell FINISH HIM
user444 not bro shooting his shot and getting IMMEDIATELY shut down😭😭😭
user565 YN babe if you don't want him I'll take him🙋🏽♀️
itsgugugumede genuinely the breakout star of the show right here❤️
cinematic_yn you have no idea how much I appreciate you, ma <3
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☆ August '25
Hot Body • Ayra Starr
Liked by lyle.foster17, davidjonsson, ciscanorris1 and others
elleuk & cinematic_yn be honest, would you want to see me in another project or are you tired of seeing my face already? -sincerely, cinematic_yn
user788 HOLY MOLY😧
user793 like OOGA BOOGA😫😫
user455 my eyes just popped out of my head like a damn looney toons cartoon
yourbff that's my wife😏
cinematic_yn I look at your selfies like a soldier looking at pictures of his wife while he's fighting in the war😔
yourbff I miss you too💀
cinematic_yn I want to come back home🧍🏾♀️
yourbff absolutely not, stay there
cinematic_yn whyyyyyy😭😭😭
yourbff that's where the big bucks are😝
user899 raw raw raw or wtv lady gaga said😩😩
carmenmmundt I have a crush on you.
cinematic_yn what a coincidence☺️so do I!
carmenmmundt we should go on a date😏
cinematic_yn give me a time and place!
georgerussell63 what is going on here??
carmenmmundt none of your business🧍🏻♀️
user233 PRESIDENT GENERAL QUEEN MOTHER OF THE NATION OMG OMG OMG
davidjonsson 🖤
cinematic_yn ♥️
user677 get her in another show STAT!
user688 I am ready for her to play a character that pisses me off again🙂↕️
lilymhe come to monaco, habibi!
cinematic_yn my budget aint ready for that🫤
lilymhe I know someone who would pay for your trip😏😏
cinematic_yn my gold digging abilities were unfortunately all an act✋️🫤
iamrebeccad it's not gold digging...it's just using that man's feelings to your advantage financially🤷🏻♀️
alexandramalenaleclerc and is that a crime?
cinematic_yn 😀you lot are a bad influence
user344 I've healed from the great traumas of #thePolygamist, put YN on my screen again🧍🏽
user377 praying the industry doesn't wash her out before she can even solidify her career
user381 fr user377 I'd hate to just know her as the gold digging youngster from that one netflix show😔
lando hello there😧
cinematic_yn goodbye.
lloyiso_rsa you're in the UK and you didn't tell me???? #fakefriend
cinematic_yn are you not preparing for your europe tour🧍🏾♀️
lloyiso_rsa so you hate me?
cinematic_yn mxm🙄
user122 ur telling me I gotta wait a year b4 season 2 of #thePolygamist comes out??? cast her in another show heck another movie pls PLS
user154 make it happen immediately🧍🏼♂️
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☆ September '25
Save The World • Swedish House Mafia
Liked by cinematic_yn, carlossainz55, maxfewtrell and others
lando Italy, you never let me down🧡
user788 papaya double podium LETS GOOO
cinematic_yn congratulations, my love <3
lando thank you!
alex_albon when did this happen🧍🏻♂️
lando move outta the way muppet😒
user455 ofc he sneaks in a pic of oscar😭😭
user476 they're lovers, actually
user492 heated drivery
carlossainz55 vamos🌶
oscarpiastri 👍
lando 🧡
cinematic_yn you look so pretty, baby!
maxfewtrell LESGOOOOOO
user122 p2 babyyyyyyyy
user153 and oscar p3 woooooo
cinematic_yn I miss you so much, call me!!!!
user733 girl, didn't you reject him last month?
ciscanorris so so proud of you🧡
lando love you all🧡
user566 my driver's leading the wdc race😝😝
user581 we're so back😝😝😝😝
user899 BABE WAKE UP! PAPAYA BOYS ARE UPPPP🧡🧡
cinematic_yn oh, I love you lando!
lando i love you too baby!
cinematic_yn I love you so so so so much!!!!
lilymhe ayo I didn't know this was happening..
user344 wdym YN is commenting non stop on Lando's posts??
user366 I'm lowkenuinely so confused😭
user380 I thought she didn't like him😧
user233 is anyone else seeing YN YLN spamming in the comments?🤨
user250 thought my ig was glitching fr💀💀
user677 you mean so much to me, lando!!
cinematic_yn not as much as he means to me.
user677 oh! my bad...
cinematic_yn exactly.
lando my love, please calm down
cinematic_yn okay baby, anything for you😁
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☆ October '25
Max Fewtrell > Lando Norris
☆ December '25
Loser •Tame Impala
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blumhouse Be careful who you wish for. Starring YN YLN and David Jonsson, #Obsession only in theatres 14 February 2026♥️
tagged: davidjonsson, cinematic_yn
user765 please tell me this means the whole lando obsession was just promo for the movie😭
user732 fr I've been so concerned for her this entire time😬😬
user761 if this was just an act to promote the movie, then goddamn it she really sold it well
user723 she should really go into acting🤔
user122 so the guy she was "soft launching" in that one ig story of hers was DAVID JONSSON???
iamrebeccad OH THANK GOD😩
alexandramalenaleclerc fr
flavy.barla I guess we gotta raincheck on that intervention
user799 not the wags being worried too💀
lilymhe YN was one comment away from being put in a straightjacket btw user799
lando I will be the first to buy a ticket🧡
cinematic_yn appreciate you👍
maxfewtrell and we're back to normal!
user987 my husband AND my wife in one movie?? jason blum made this FOR ME!!!!
martinbobbsemple that's what I'm talking about
davidjonsson 🖤
user888 matter fact, where everybody from?
user321 and then she had the audacity to tell us all that she was going to be in a romcom😒🫤 (I will be first in the theatres)
yourbff technically it is a romance🧍🏾♀️
user344 u knew about this???
user376 you were helping YN lie to us this whole time????
yourbff 🚪🏃🏽♀️
user543 unbelievable promotion for this film, I've been scared of YN for the past four months😭😭😭
user876 wtf is a one wish willow🤔
ayoedebiri oh you're gonna find out😬
user876 AYO?!?!
user432 on one hand I CANNOT WAIT FOR THIS MOVIE OH MY GOD OH MY GOD, on the other hand I'm so sad that #YNxLando wasn't real this whole time😔😔
user444 oh my parents😭😭😭
user463 can they just start dating fr now that we all know?😩
user654 so glad she's in another film😩😩😩
cinematic_yn I love you! Will you love me?
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☀️Sunny says: she misses this place and you guys so much😔 this was inspired by the 2026 movie "Obsession", which was so so so good btw!
Summary: It was known throughout the paddock that Max is a lion hybrid. Hybrids are a complicated thing these days. Some people despised them while others thought of them as regular people. Max, having spent most of his life around people who despised hybrids, tried to keep his hybrid features under wraps. Then when RedBull hires a new second driver, who turns out to be a panther hybrid, Max slowly starts to open up.
Warnings: none, just fluff, Max being slightly insecure, first kiss
Word Count: 2k
Author's Note: My first fluff fic, personally I like it. Was inspired by a fic on Ao3.
Max never really let anyone get close. Sure people in his team knew him well, but they never really knew him. All they saw was the focused and intense driver that only knew two things, how to race and how to win. That was the most anyone saw these days.
Max made sure no one saw the real him underneath those hoodies and jeans he wore constantly. That no one ever saw the lion's mane of his that he constantly cut short so that he’d look normal. That tail he always hid under clothes. His almost golden eyes hidden behind eye contacts. Those ears that now instinctively flatten out so that no one would see them. And the small animalistic characteristics he had, like purring or feeling anxious in areas he’d never been in, hidden by music that kept his senses calm.
As it was, Max already had too much on his plate. The team was in shambles. Their second driver had quit, the backup driver was injured, the car wasn't working like how it used to, and all the pressure was on Max to fight for the championship. All of it weighed down on him like the sky was about to fall if he didn’t win a race.
Safe to say it didn’t end well. Lando ended up winning the world drivers championship and RedBull was nowhere near close to the constructors championship. Max was beginning to consider that maybe it’d be best if he left RedBull for another more fortunate team like McLaren or Mercedes. But Max couldn’t do it. It’d just be the same rodeo all over again if he just kept switching teams when the going got tough.
So Max pushed down his complaints and stuck with RedBull. At least now the pressure was shifting off him and onto the higher ups. RedBull needed a second driver. Not some rookie from F2 or another driver from Racing Bulls. They needed a legit second driver that would help Max win points for the team and be good enough for RedBull’s standards.
Max knew that was a long shot. RedBull was an impossible team for new people. They demanded results the moment someone joined the team, nothing less. So Max decided not to get his hopes up. He let the team decide who would be the other driver and he’d go along with it.
Not long before the new season, RedBull finally announced their second driver. You. A female driver who’d been stuck in F2 for years because no F1 team would sign you. It wasn’t that you were bad at driving, you were great at it. The problem was no one wanted to hire a woman, especially a hybrid.
It wasn’t well-known that you are a hybrid but it didn’t take much research on you to figure it out. Your eyes are a bright green just like a panther, long jet black hair that looked like any other head of hair except for the fact it was very thick, pointed ears that blended in with your hair, and a long black tail. A panther hybrid.
Max met you at the official meeting where you signed your contract. At first he was very distant, not wanting to get attached to a teammate that might not stay very long. But then he noticed it, the almost glowing green eyes, the ears that you could only see if the light hit them just right, and what he was sure was a tail tucked under your jacket. You were a hybrid too, just like him.
It didn’t take anymore than that to get Max to speak to you. Finally there was another hybrid around, someone he could relate to, someone who wouldn’t tease or hate him for the animalistic characteristics that he never wanted.
In the beginning, it was slightly awkward between the both of you. Just the occasional small talk in between practice sessions and races. Even if you were a hybrid yourself, Max was still very weary about letting someone into his life. You on the other hand, you were outgoing, energetic, and very confident. Max didn’t understand how you could act so normal despite the circumstances. But then again, no one really knew you were a hybrid. You could hide it much easier than he could and people would treat you normally. Max envied that.
Then one day, you surprised him. During the season the two of you occasionally shared a motorhome if there were no hotels available, so Max had grown accustomed to your presence. That is until one day he walked out of his room and into the kitchen where you were. On a normal day he would’ve just nodded at you and went about his business. But today was different. You were in the kitchen, making a coffee as usual, but all your features were out.
Your tail was dangling carelessly, ears perked up, and silently purring. Max couldn’t believe that. He couldn’t remember a time where he just let himself relax in his own skin. To let his tail move on its own, purr when he was happy, let his ears perk up like they normally would when he was younger.
From that day on, Max finally decided that it might be ok if he let you in. Over the course of the season the two of you grew closer and closer. Max wouldn’t admit it but he was getting attached to you. You were always so understanding with him, letting him open up on his own accord. You never forced anything on him, just let him tell you when he was ready to open up or even something as small as to let his ears perk up when it was just the two of you.
It’s been months since then. Max was now accustomed to letting his guard down around you. His ears now moved comfortably, his tail as well, he started to let his mane grow out a little more, and he would even purr around you when he was in a good mood.
Especially right now with you combing through his mane. It took a while before Max would even let you touch it but now he practically begged you to. He had no idea just how much he’d love letting some brush his hair, cut it occasionally, and even just have hands run through his hair.
So every Thursday you’d sit on the couch, Max sitting on the floor between your legs, and you’d just take care of his hair. Max loved it a lot. Like right now, you were doing something so simple as combing his hair and he was purring like a house cat, his tail wrapped around your leg happily, almost possessively. You found it adorable but you wouldn’t dare say that to his face.
“Someones in a good mood.” you smiled.
“I like it when you touch my hair.” he hummed between loud purrs.
You chuckled and went back to combing through his hair, patch by patch. Being that he was a lion hybrid, Max’s hair was very thick, so it took a while to comb through. To which Max now enjoyed the extra time he got with your hands in his hair due to its thickness.
“Think it’s time to cut my hair again? It’s getting a little long.” Max asked, his hand moving through the strands of hair as if to check the length.
“Let it grow. You’re a lion, be proud of your mane.” you smiled down at Max.
You knew he was still insecure about letting his features show out in the open, but maybe this would be his first steps into feeling comfortable in his own skin.
“If you say so.” he shrugged.
As of lately Max couldn’t help but trust your opinion more and more. You made him feel like being a hybrid might actually be a good thing. That maybe someone could actually love him even if he looked like a giant housecat at times.
Half an hour later you finished combing through Max’s hair. He whined at the loss of your hands in his hair. You laughed softly at his reaction, it always amused you how much he loved you touching his hair.
“Why’d you have to stop…?” he complained, now nuzzling against your leg.
“I can’t comb your hair forever, you know.” you smiled at Max’s nuzzling, he could be so cute at times.
Silence soon took over the space, calm and comfortable. Max slowly got up from his place on the floor and climbed back onto the couch. He let out a loud yawn as he settled down next to you. You knew what that meant, he was sleepy, and if he was sleepy, he wanted cuddles.
Carefully you laid back against the couch, allowing Max to lay next you, balling himself up like a common housecat. He let out soft purrs as he got comfortable in his spot next to you, his tail now wrapped around yours, coaxing you closer. Soon enough the two of you were wrapped around each other like two big cats ready for a nap in the sun.
Max nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. For someone so tough on the outside he was very affectionate with you. You wondered if there was something more to it or if it was the lion instincts of him, the ones that needed the social aspect of a pride. He soon let out more loud purrs, his tail swinging back and forth, still wrapped around your own, and his ears weren’t pinned back for once, instead they stood up comfortably.
“Are you always this affectionate or is it just me?” you whispered, careful not to burst the tranquil bubble.
Max went silent for a minute, almost debating his answer, “just you…you get me. I trust you. I- I love you…” he whispered against your neck, almost muffling that last part.
You went silent. He said it. He said those three words that you never thought you’d hear and especially not about you. Max’s ears pinned back again, your silence worrying him. Did you not love him back? Did he make you uncomfortable? He started to pull back from his place next to you.
“Hey, you don’t have to do that.” your hand moved back into his hair, slowly moving through the strands once more.
Max’s ears slowly stood back up again, his body moving back into its former position next to you.
“You can just tell me if you don’t feel the same. I’ll understand…” he mumbled under his breath nervously.
“Hey, look at me.” you gently pulled his face out of the crook of your neck.
Max looked nervous, worried, somewhat hopeful, and confused. Like he was trying to understand his own feelings.
“I love you too, Max.” you whispered, placing a soft kiss on his forehead.
Max smiled, a real one, happier than when he usually smiled around you. He nuzzled against the hand that was still playing with his hair, his eyes closed in tranquility, and a set of very loud purrs now emanating from deep within him.
“I was scared you wouldn’t feel the same…” he sighed against your neck.
“C’mon, why else would I spend time helping you with your hair, cooking you extra food, and helping you feel better about being a hybrid?” you smiled.
Max hummed at that. You had a good point, maybe it was just his anxiety the whole time.
For the next hour the two of you stayed there, cuddled together. It was so comfortable that even you started purring softly, nuzzling against Max’s hair. At some point in the quiet moment, Max started to test boundaries and started leaving small kisses along your neck. Small but sweet and affectionate. You smiled at the feeling of his lips on your skin.
It took a while but Max finally gathered the courage to kiss you on the lips. A short kiss but it was enough for you. It’d be a while before Max felt ready for anything more so you were just happy he felt this comfortable with you as is.
“We’d have cute cubs…” he randomly said.
“Slow your roll, Casanova. We’ve only just had our first kiss.” you laughed. Max was weird like that but you loved him for it.
Max also laughed at your reaction before nuzzling back into your neck.
“You know I'm right…” he giggled before going back to acting like a housecat.
Could you please make an Smau with Lando when you two have broken up after almost four years of dating with Landos official statement saying that you’re lives simply moved into different directions. When you’re seen two months later with Joe Burrow (Quarterback of the Cincinnati Bengals) the fans online are freaking out especially when an gossip side posts that you been in Cincinnati six weeks before the break up and people can’t help but speculate what really happened some are convinced that you must have been emotionally done with the relationship with Lando before the official break up while others say that there is still an Chance that you and Joe simply are friends. Face claim Olivia Ponton (you will fastly figure out why) much love❤️
❝bad timing❞
where everyone feels like this breakup was never supposed to happen
face claim: olivia ponton & pinterest girls
pairing: lando norris x fem!reader
(a/n: i didn't even know who joe was😅. i hope you enjoy it.)
📆 may, 2026
f1gossip made a post
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f1gossip BREAKING: lando norris has officially confirmed that he and longtime girlfriend y/n have ended their relationship after nearly four years together
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user NOOOOOOOO 😭😭
user i can't believe it....
user no one talk to me
user almost four years...
user they were literally endgame in my head
user did he post that?? oh my god, i've never seen lando do that to any of his exes
↝ user y/n it's not like the others
user wishing them both nothing but happiness
user everyone better respect what he asked
landoynarchive made a post
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landoynarchive nearly four years together, countless race weekends, celebrations, quiet moments and memories
thank you for letting us witness your story 🧡
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user i'm going to miss seeing her in the garage
user thank you for every memory
user they genuinely looked so happy together
user sorry, but I can’t help laughing, the way some people are talking you’d think they’d died
↝ user 😂😂
user i'm choosing to remember the happy memories
user i'm a child of divorce now 🥲
user i don't think i'll ever delete my edits of them
🐦 twitter/x
lia⁴ @/gridgirlie
four years together and not a single public scandal. sometimes relationships just end. that's life.
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mari⁴ @/landosleftmirror
children of divorce… how are we doing?
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📆 august, 2026
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formulawags y/n was photographed spending time with cincinnati bengals quarterback joe burrow while out in new york city yesterday
it’s been two months since lando confirmed the break up 😐
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user wait...
user is this a date?
user joe burrow?????
user i need more context
user the internet is about to become unbearable
user girllllll... already?
user omg nooo 😢😢
🐦 twitter/x
famous gossip @/celebritiesdaily
fans have noticed that y/n l/n attended a cincinnati bengals game approximately six weeks before her breakup with lando norris was publicly announced
→ photo from her sister’s instagram
there is no evidence that she and joe burrow interacted during the game, but the timeline has sparked speculation following yesterday's photos
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user HOLD ON
user six weeks before??
user relationships end emotionally before they end publicly
↝ user yeah... she must be fed up with lando anyway
user if this was a man nobody would care
user there's literally zero proof they knew each other
user we don't know this people we don't know this people we don't know this people we don't know this people
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wagsspotlight joe and y/n spotted together again
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user okay... TWICE?
user she seems genuinely comfortable around him
user maybe they're dating
↝ user maybe they're just friends
↝ user all of you are just ridiculous
user if she's moved on that's okay
user i always knew she was no good
user lando deserves someone better
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Summary • When Lando spills that he has a wife in a YouTube video, diffrent events happen that all connect to who the wife really is. Thank you @opeighty1 for the inspo, she is really great you guys should definitely check out her fics and smaus🤍
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F1gossip Lando Norris accidentally said he has a wife in the new McLaren YouTube video which has quickly been deleted - he says “My wife will love this” !??!??
User2 omg wth
User9 he parties but still has a wife??
Fan18 this is insane
User7 Mr party apparently has a wife no way
User33 jaw is dropped
User98 oh boy
Keegan_palmer nothing to see here folks
Fan78 Keegan…..
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Yn_ln My new album Radical Optimism is out now!!!!. Tour will start August 4th. It is my baby so I hope all you enjoy - love you guys - Yn ln 🌊🐚
Tate_McRae 🎉🎉🎉🎉
User7 Omg so excited 😆
User89 love the vibe of this album
User80 she said in a interview recently that this album is about the past few years of her life
User2 I’m so excited to listen 🎧
Taylor_swift so happy for you 🥲
Fan17 ummm training season - wtf is that supposed to be about
User76 she has to have a lover
Fan22 “cause when I see your face, the sweet pleasure” EXSCUE ME ??!!???
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Duexmoi 4 F1 drivers and some of the wags were seen at Yn Ln concert. People are wondering why Lando Norris showed up there with no one with him - especially his wife??
User23 I know it’s along shot maybe yn is the wife
User9 the love songs add up to Lando 🤷🏻♀️
Fan13 why would you go to a girls concert without anyone
User89 lando def has to be seeing Yn
User886 Lando looks so happy to be there
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F1 Lando Norris wins the world championship and scores a kiss with his wife 🧡💋💋
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User7 LANDDOOOOO 111111111
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User87 DUA AND LANDO BEST DAY OF MY LIFE
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Yn_Norris and Lando_Norris Since the news is out here are some photos of the best day of are lives in 2023 🤍🤍💍💍
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User10 not them posting this 30 minutes after the race 😂
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LandoNorris Partying with my wife as a world champion !!!!!
hi. I am adorned with your works!! Would you be open to write a reader x OP? wherein reader is a professional photographer and had the chance to work at a Grand Prix in which Oscar is mesmerized by her and from that onwards, every photo that the reader takes from Oscar is just him smiling (like a fool whose in love) where other photos taken by different photographers is just Oscar sulking or not smiling at all. The internet clocks/notices all the while Oscar denies there’s no “special treatment” and the internet insists he’s in love.
Very much happy if you read this! It’s up to you if you take it<3
⠀ ׄ ⠀𓏲⋆.💥 𖦹 ₊˚ SPARKS FLY ❚ oscar piastri.
៸៸ . summary | A last-minute assignment brings a Canadian hockey photographer to the Formula 1 paddock for the very first time. From the moment Oscar Piastri ends up in front of her lens, his trademark poker face disappears. He insists it’s a coincidence. ੭
> ephie's radio: I loved making this so much 😭 I don’t know why, but I really enjoyed writing Oscar and YN’s little story. I hope you liked it as much as I did!! 🤍 And thank you so much to the person who gave me this idea, I loved it 🥹
ㅤㅤ.₊ㅤ/ㅤ❁ㅤ.ㅤ❛ cause I see sparks fly, whenever you smile.
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throughynslens: Some nights, the best seat in the arena is behind the lens. Forever grateful that I get to freeze moments that mean everything to someone else. 🍁❤️
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↳ throughynslens: stop it, you’re biased. 🤍
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YN was still standing near the paddock entrance when she spotted a familiar papaya-colored shirt making its way toward her.
The moment Mack saw her, she smiled and picked up her pace. “There you are!”
Before YN could even say anything, Mack wrapped her in a tight hug. “I missed you.”
YN laughed, hugging her back. “We saw each other like… three months ago.”
“And?” Mack pulled away, looking offended. “Three months is a long time.”
“It isn’t.”
“It is when your best friend refuses to leave Canada.”
“You chose the job that has you traveling every other weekend.”
“And you chose to spend every weekend inside a hockey arena.”
“Fair enough.”
The two laughed, and just like that, the nervousness YN had been feeling started to disappear.
“Come on,” Mack said, gently nudging her shoulder. “Let’s get you inside.”
As they walked through the paddock, YN couldn’t help but look around. Everything moved so fast. Mechanics walked from one garage to another carrying equipment, engineers talked through their headsets, photographers hurried around with cameras hanging from their shoulders, and team members greeted each other as if this was just another normal Friday.
To YN, it all felt overwhelming. To everyone else, it was just another race weekend.
After a couple of minutes, they arrived at the McLaren Hospitality.
“This,” Mack said proudly, “is your home for the weekend.” She led YN inside, greeting a few coworkers before stopping in front of a man talking with several members of the team. “Zak?”
He turned around almost immediately. “Ah, you must be Ayleen.”
“Yes, sir. Nice to meet you.”
“It’s great to finally meet you.” He shook her hand with a warm smile. “Mack has spoken very highly of you.”
YN glanced at her best friend. “I hope only good things.”
“Mostly good things,” Mack answered with a grin.
Zak chuckled before getting straight to the point. “First of all, thank you for accepting this on such short notice. We really appreciate it.”
“Of course.”
“For this weekend, your main responsibility will be photographing the team throughout the Grand Prix, especially on race day. We want to capture everything—the garage, the drivers, celebrations, behind-the-scenes moments… whatever tells the story of the weekend.”
YN nodded, paying close attention.
“We’ll also be lending you all the equipment you’ll need, so you won’t have to worry about cameras or lenses.”
That sentence alone made her relax a little “Perfect.”
“Mack also mentioned that back in university you were part of your school’s news club.”
YN immediately looked at Mack. “You told him that?”
“What?” Mack shrugged. “It was relevant.”
“It was like two years ago.”
“And you were good at it.”
Zak smiled, amused by their interaction. “Since you already have some experience with video, we’d love for you to film a few clips of the drivers and the team whenever Mack needs them for social media. Nothing complicated. She’ll let you know exactly what she’s looking for.”
“I can definitely do that.”
“Excellent.” Just then, someone called Zak from across the room. “I’ll let Mack introduce you to everyone else. Welcome to McLaren, Ayleen.”
“Thank you.”
As soon as he walked away, YN looked at Mack with narrowed eyes.
“So… you really sold my résumé better than I ever could.”
“I had to.”
“You volunteered me.”
“I gave you an opportunity.”
“You volunteered me.”
“I prefer my version.”
YN rolled her eyes, trying not to smile.
Somehow, she had a feeling this weekend was going to be a lot more interesting than she had expected.
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After introducing her to a few members of the team and showing her where everything was, Mack checked the time on her phone.
“Okay… schedule change.”
YN looked at her. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“…you’re going to be the one interviewing the drivers.”
YN stopped walking. “I’m sorry?”
“You heard me.”
“No, I definitely didn’t.”
“You’ll be asking them a couple of fun questions. Nothing serious, just something for Instagram.”
“Mack, I’m a photographer.”
“I know.”
“I stay behind the camera.”
“I know.”
“I don’t go in front of it.”
“I also know.”
“Then why am I interviewing Formula One drivers?”
“Because everyone else is busy, you’re great with people, and I may have accidentally told everyone you used to do interviews for your university’s news club.”
YN stared at her. “…Again with the news club?”
“It keeps saving your life.”
“It keeps making my life harder.”
Mack only laughed before gently pushing her forward. “You’ll be fine.”
“I don’t even know who I’m interviewing first.”
“Oscar.”
YN blinked. “Just Oscar?”
“Yep.”
“…Is he nice?”
“Very.”
“Talkative?”
Mack let out a laugh.
“Oh… no.”
“How not talkative are we talking?”
“He answers questions.”
“…”
“With very few words.”
“…”
“Sometimes one.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I wish I was.”
YN sighed dramatically. “So my first interview in years is with the quietest driver on the grid.”
They turned a corner, and Mack pointed toward the far end of the garage.
“There he is.”
Oscar was standing near one of the engineers, listening quietly as they talked. Hands in his pockets, relaxed expression, completely unaware that he was about to become YN’s very first interview of the weekend.
Mack looked at her best friend with an encouraging smile.
“Ready?”
YN watched Oscar for a second before exhaling.
“No.”
“Perfect.”
Without giving her another chance to back out, Mack started walking toward him.
Oscar looked up the moment Mack called his name.
“There you are,” she smiled. “Sorry to interrupt.”
“You’re good.”
“Oscar, this is Ayleen. She’s helping us with photography this weekend.”
His eyes immediately landed on YN. “Oh.” There was a brief silence before he extended his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“You too.”
His handshake was warm, and for a second, he didn’t look away. It wasn’t uncomfortable. Just… longer than expected.
Mack clapped her hands together. “Right! We need one quick video for socials. Just a couple of questions.”
Oscar nodded. “Sure.”
She handed YN the microphone. “Have fun.”
YN looked at the microphone, then at Mack, silently begging for help.
Mack only smiled and disappeared behind the camera.
Traitor.
Taking a quiet breath, YN smiled at Oscar. “Okay… let’s make this painless.”
A tiny smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Sounds good.”
The interview itself lasted barely two minutes. Simple questions. How was the car feeling? Favorite part of Miami? What was he looking forward to during the weekend?
Oscar answered each one calmly, but something felt… different.
Every time YN looked up from the microphone, he was already looking at her. Not at the camera. At her.
More than once, he caught himself smiling before answering, the corners of his mouth lifting into something softer than the polite smile drivers usually gave for media content.
At one point, while she was reading the next question, Oscar’s gaze lingered on her for a second longer. Without really thinking about it, he slowly ran his tongue over his bottom lip, his eyes never leaving hers.
It happened so quickly that YN almost convinced herself she’d imagined it.
She looked back down at the microphone.
“Uh…”
Oscar let out the smallest laugh.
“You forgot it, didn’t you?”
“A little.”
“I can pretend that didn’t happen.”
She laughed too. “Please do.”
A few seconds later, the interview was over.
“That’s it,” YN said with a relieved smile.
“That wasn’t so bad.”
“No,” Oscar replied. “It wasn’t.”
For some reason, he was still smiling. Not the practiced media smile. Not the polite one he gave after interviews. Something quieter. Something genuine.
Mack lowered the camera, looking between the two of them. “See? I told you it’d be easy.”
YN sighed dramatically. “I survived.”
“Barely.” Oscar chuckled under his breath. “It was nice meeting you, Ayleen.”
“You too, Oscar.”
He gave her one last smile before walking back toward the garage.
YN watched him leave for a second before turning back to Mack. “I thought you said he wasn’t talkative.”
“He isn’t.”
“…Really?”
Mack frowned. “Yeah?”
“He talked more than I expected.”
Mack shrugged. “Maybe you got lucky.”
Neither of them noticed that, from behind them, one of the mechanics had watched the entire interaction with a knowing grin.
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throughynslens: some photos i stole from the McLaren camera that they didn’t post but i loved! 🧡📸
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mackgomez_: “stole” 😭
user01: WAIT IS THIS THE GIRL FROM THE VIDEO???
↳ user02: I WAS JUST ABOUT TO ASK THIS.
↳ user03: the photographer???
↳ user02: i’m like 99% sure it is.
user04: why does he look so happy AGAIN???
↳ user05: okay but look at his face. that’s the exact same little smile from the interview.
↳ user06: YES.
↳ user07: he’s not even doing his usual media smile.
user08: these are actually really good though. that first shot is insane. 🫶🏻🫶🏻
↳ throughynslens: thank you!! 🤍
user09: wait, so McLaren brought a photographer from Canada for the weekend and she’s the one who interviewed Oscar?
↳ user10: that’s what we’re figuring out.
user11: I’M JUST OBSERVING.
user12: not to be dramatic but Oscar looks like a dog waiting for someone to give him a treat.
↳ user13: WHY IS THIS SO ACCURATE 😭
↳ user14: he’s so soft in this photo omg.
user15: okay but can we appreciate Lando’s Monster cans please
↳ user16: finally someone talking about the important stuff.
↳ throughynslens: thank you 😭
user17: whoever this photographer is, she has a really good eye.
↳ user18: agreed. i hope McLaren lets her post more.
user19: PLEASE POST MORE.
↳ user20: especially Oscar.
↳ throughynslens: noted 🫡
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gossipf1: okay but somebody PLEASE explain this 😭 Oscar with literally every other photographer: 😐 Oscar the second he sees YN’s camera: 🙂 the boy is IN LOVE.
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user01: NO BECAUSE THIS IS ACTUALLY INSANE 😭
↳ user02: he literally went from 😐 to 🥹 in two seconds.
↳ user03: YN has some kind of power over this man.
user04: okay i’m not saying he’s in love but…the difference is CRAZY.
↳ user05: EXACTLY.
↳ user06: or maybe she’s just really good at getting natural reactions out of people?
↳ user07: then why doesn’t he do it for anyone else 😭
user08: wait because i’ve been looking at their photos all weekend and he DOES smile more when she has the camera.
↳ user09: you’re right and i hate that i noticed.
↳ user10: coincidence.
user11: i’m sorry but “the boy is in love” is crazy 😭
↳ user12: LOOK AT HIM.
↳ user11: i am looking. i’m just saying maybe he’s comfortable with her.
user13: as someone who works around photographers, this actually makes sense. Some photographers build a rapport with athletes really quickly.
↳ user14: THIS.
↳ user15: sure but he looks like he just won the lottery when he sees her 😭
user16: the second picture is adorable. he looks genuinely happy.
↳ user17: and he’s looking straight into her lens too 👀
↳ user16: because she’s literally standing there taking his picture???
↳ user17: let me have this.
gossipf1: i’m still not saying they’re together. i’m just saying Oscar Piastri has apparently discovered smiling.
↳ user18: specifically around one photographer.
user19: “he’s in love” is such a reach. he met her THIS WEEK.
↳ gossipf1: nobody said they’re dating 😭 we’re saying he looks smitten.
↳ user19: okay that’s fair.
user20: give the man a break 😭 maybe he just likes her photography.
↳ user21: honestly, that’s probably it.
↳ user22: probably. but i’m still watching.
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The three Sprint podium finishers had barely left the track when they were brought into the media pen for the usual post-race interviews.
Lando looked relaxed, Charles was still carrying the energy from the podium, and Oscar seemed perfectly calm as he answered the first few questions.
Nothing unusual.
Until one of the reporters brought up something that had been circulating online since Friday.
“Oscar, fans have noticed that you’ve seemed particularly happy around one of McLaren’s photographers this weekend. There’s been quite a lot of discussion about it online. Do you have anything to say about that?”
Oscar blinked.
Lando immediately looked at him.
Charles turned his head as well, clearly interested in the answer.
Oscar paused for a moment. “Ummm…” A small smile appeared on his face before he looked back at the reporter. “I don’t really have anything to say about it.”
The reporter laughed. “But you’ve seen what people are saying?”
“Yeah, I’ve seen some of it.” Oscar shrugged. “I think fans make a lot of silly speculations without really knowing anything. I don’t really know her that well either. She’s just been really nice to me, and obviously I appreciate that.”
Lando pressed his lips together, trying not to smile.
Charles raised his eyebrows slightly.
Oscar continued, completely unfazed. “She’s doing her job, I’m doing mine. That’s pretty much it.”
“Nothing more than that?”
“No.” Oscar gave another small smile. “Nothing more.”
Lando finally looked away, clearly hiding a laugh.
The reporter thanked them and moved on to the next question, while Oscar simply adjusted his cap and returned his attention to the interview.
As far as he was concerned, there was nothing to talk about.
At least, not yet.
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user01: okay but we miss your hockey photos 🥲
↳ throughynslens: i miss them too 😭 i’ll be back soon, promise.
user02: girl went from hockey players to F1 drivers overnight 😭
↳ throughynslens: the career change was not exactly planned.
user03: respectfully, Canada needs you back.
user04: okay but these photos are INSANE.
user05: YN… you are NOT helping the rumors 😭
↳ user06: she literally took four photos and three are Oscar.
↳ user07: EXACTLY.
↳ throughynslens: the first one is literally all three Sprint winners 😭
user08: girl you forgot McLaren has ANOTHER driver.
↳ lando: finally someone said it.
↳ throughynslens: I KNOW LANDO EXISTS 😭
↳ lando: good to know.
user09: no because the helmet photos are actually gorgeous.
↳ user10: especially the first one.
↳ user11: he looks so happy???
↳ user12: DON’T START AGAIN.
oscarpiastri: do i get royalties for these or
↳ throughynslens: absolutely not.
↳ oscarpiastri: disappointing.
lando: i see how it is.
↳ throughynslens: you literally have a whole photo in the previous post.
↳ lando: not enough apparently.
user13: we’ll be waiting for you when you come back to the ice 🥲
user14: i’m sorry but if i were her i’d also be taking pictures of Oscar all day.
↳ user15: same 😭
user16: imagine telling 2025 YN she’d be photographing Formula 1 cars in Miami.
↳ throughynslens: she would’ve laughed at me.
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mackgomez_ replied to your story: oh wow, why did you cut yourself out of the picture? 😭
yourusername: because i didn’t look cute
mackgomez_: but he looks cute? interesting.
yourusername: i don’t know what you’re talking about
callilws replied to your story: girl 😭 you really cropped yourself out and left him there
yourusername: i looked bad
callilws: and he didn’t?
yourusername: no
callilws: oh, so you admit he looks good.
yourusername: that’s not what i said 😭
fanycampbell replied to your story: not you posting a solo Oscar picture disguised as a selfie 😭
yourusername: it WAS a selfie
fanycampbell: with who?
yourusername: Oscar.
fanycampbell: exactly.
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lando: thank you!! 🧡 and please tell me you got more photos of me than this
↳ throughynslens: i did actually 😭
↳ lando: good.
mclaren: what a way to end the weekend 🧡 thank you for capturing it all, YN!
↳ throughynslens: thank YOU for having me!! 🤍
user01: these are SO good. especially the second one 😭
↳ user02: Oscar looks so happy in every photo she takes of him.
↳ user01: we are NOT starting this again 😭
↳ user02: i’m just saying!!!
user03: “back to hockey” meanwhile you gave us an entire weekend of Oscar content 😭
user04: CANADA MISSED YOU. WELCOME HOME 🏒
↳ throughynslens: I’M COMING BACK 😭🤍
user05: you’ve only been in F1 for one weekend and your photos are already incredible. hope we see you around the paddock again!
↳ throughynslens: that means a lot, thank you! 🤍
user06: thank you for these!!! the podium shots are beautiful.
user07: Lando holding the trophy in the last one is PERFECT.
user08: Oscar looks genuinely happy in the second photo 🥹
↳ user09: YN really knows how to catch those candid moments.
↳ user10: exactly!
oscarpiastri: you should come back.
↳ throughynslens: i’ll think about it :)
↳ user11: DID OSCAR JUST ASK HER TO COME BACK???
↳ user12: everyone remain calm.
↳ user11: i’m trying.
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yourusername: back in Canada and date with my girl @ fanycampbell 🩷
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fanycampbell: finally got my girl back 😭🤍
↳ yourusername: you missed me
↳ fanycampbell: more than you know
callilws: the record store??? jealous.
↳ yourusername: you would’ve spent all your money there.
↳ callilws: and?
↳ yourusername: fair.
chriswheeler: the third picture 😭😭
↳ yourusername: we were bored.
↳ chriswheeler: you two share one brain cell.
deanvans_: okay but that food looks insane.
↳ yourusername: it was.
↳ deanvans_: did you save me some?
↳ yourusername: absolutely not.
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It was already late in Toronto when YN and Oscar were still on the phone. Oscar was in Monaco, taking a few quiet days to recharge before flying to Montreal for the Canadian Grand Prix, while YN was lying comfortably in her bed, still getting used to being back home. They had already been talking for almost an hour, jumping from one random topic to another. Oscar had asked about her day, YN had told him about the record store she visited with Fany, and somehow they had ended up talking about music. Neither of them seemed particularly interested in ending the call.
“Wait, you actually like jazz?” Oscar asked, sounding genuinely surprised.
“Of course I do. You never asked.”
“I ask you things.”
“Not important things.”
Oscar laughed softly. “What’s an important thing, then?”
“You could ask me my favorite album.”
“What’s your favorite album?”
“That’s too easy.”
“You told me to ask.”
“I didn’t think you’d actually listen.”
“You’re difficult.”
“And yet you’re still talking to me.”
“Yeah,” he said after a small pause. “I am.”
YN smiled before pulling her blanket a little higher. They continued talking for a few more minutes, until she suddenly remembered something. “Oh, by the way… something happened today.”
“What happened?”
“Fany knows about you.”
Oscar went quiet for a moment. “What do you mean?”
“She saw your name on my phone when I went to the bathroom. Her phone died, so she was using mine to call her mom. She noticed we had been talking a lot.”
Oscar let out a quiet laugh. “And she figured it out?”
“She asked if you were that Oscar Piastri.”
“And what did you say?”
“I told her the truth.”
There was a brief silence before YN continued. “I told her that we met in Miami, that we’ve been talking since then, and that I don’t really know what this is yet. I didn’t want to make it sound like something when I don’t even know what it is.”
“I think that’s fair,” Oscar replied.
“She definitely thinks it’s suspicious that we talk for hours, though.”
“Do we talk for hours?”
“Yes, Oscar.”
“Hm.”
“You don’t sound very concerned.”
“I’m not.”
YN smiled. “I noticed.”
Oscar shifted on the other end of the call. “I’m glad you told her, though.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide talking to me.”
“I don’t,” YN said quietly. “I just don’t want everyone making assumptions before we even know what we’re doing.”
“Neither do I.”
The conversation fell quiet for a moment, but neither of them moved to end the call. Then Oscar asked, “So, what was that record store like?”
YN laughed softly. “You actually want to hear about it?”
“I asked, didn’t I?”
“Okay. But don’t blame me if this takes another hour.”
“I don’t think I’d mind.”
And the conversation continued, just as easily as it had before.
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piastrination: In today’s post-race interview, Oscar was asked about YN after fans noticed that the two arrived at the paddock together this morning.
And apparently, one mention of her was enough to completely change his mood after a P11 finish 😭
Interviewer: “Three weeks ago, we asked you about the photographer everyone noticed you smiling around in Miami. Today, you arrived here in Montreal with her. What can you tell us? Are you two dating?”
Oscar looks down for a second, then smiles and lets out a quiet laugh. Oscar: “I don’t know. I think people are probably reading a little too much into it.”
Interviewer: “So there’s nothing going on?”
Oscar: “I didn’t say that.” Oscar laughs again, clearly trying not to smile. “She’s someone I really enjoy spending time with. I’m happy she’s here, and… yeah, that’s probably all I’ll say.”
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user01: “I DIDN’T SAY THAT”?????????
↳ user02: OSCAR?????
↳ user03: SIR THAT IS THE OPPOSITE OF A DENIAL 😭
papayapiastri: the way his entire face changed when they mentioned her 😭
↳ user04: he looked genuinely miserable before that question
↳ user05: P11 who? bro heard YN and forgot the race
user06: “I don’t know” = suspicious. “People are reading too much into it” = suspicious. “I didn’t say that” = EXTREMELY suspicious
↳ user07: then “I really enjoy spending time with her” 😭
mclarenfan81: THEY ARRIVED TOGETHER AND NOW HE’S REFUSING TO SAY NOTHING IS GOING ON
↳ user08: I need McLaren to release a statement immediately
↳ user09: they absolutely will not 😭
user10: YN is so pretty and Oscar looks so happy around her, I’m sorry but I ship it
↳ user11: same
↳ user12: they’re actually adorable
↳ user13: guys we still don’t know if they’re dating 😭
↳ user12: let me enjoy things 😡😡
user14: three weeks ago he said she was “very nice”. today he’s saying he “really enjoys spending time with her” WE ARE PROGRESSING.
user15: the little laugh before answering???
↳ user16: he’s GONE.
↳ user17: absolutely finished.
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By the time they left the paddock, it was already late. Montreal had finally started to calm down after the chaos of the weekend, and Oscar suggested they go somewhere quiet for dinner.
They ended up at a small restaurant downtown, sitting across from each other while talking about everything that had happened that day. The race, the interviews, the ridiculous things they had seen around the paddock. At some point, YN started laughing at something Oscar had said, and he just watched her with a small smile.
“What?” she asked, still smiling.
“Nothing.”
“You’re staring.”
“I know.”
She raised an eyebrow, but he only smiled before taking another sip of his drink.
They continued eating for a few minutes, but the conversation became quieter. Oscar looked down at his hands before finally speaking. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to say this for a while.”
YN looked at him. “That sounds serious.”
“It is.” He took a breath. “I really like you. More than I expected to.” His voice was quiet, but certain. “I like talking to you every night. I like hearing about your day and all the little things you tell me. I like how easy everything feels with you. And honestly… I think the best part of this weekend was having you here.”
YN didn’t say anything for a moment.
Oscar gave her a small, almost nervous smile. “I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to make things weird between us. But I don’t really want to keep pretending I don’t feel this way either.”
YN smiled softly. “You know you could’ve just told me.”
“I was trying to be subtle.”
“You were terrible at it.”
Oscar laughed under his breath. “Yeah, I probably was.”
YN reached across the table and took his hand. “I like you too.”
His expression softened immediately. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
For a few seconds, they simply looked at each other, neither of them saying anything.
Oscar leaned slightly closer. “Can I kiss you?”
YN smiled. “Please.”
He leaned across the table and kissed her softly, neither of them rushing it. When they pulled away, Oscar stayed close, his forehead almost touching hers.
“So…” he murmured, smiling.
“So,” YN repeated.
“I guess we figured it out.”
YN laughed quietly. “I guess we did.”
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oscarpiastri
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oscarpiastri: funny how the photographer ended up being my favorite person to have in the frame. 🤍 two months of you, and somehow every view looks better. @ throughynslens
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throughynslens: when did you take that first picture? 😭
↳ oscarpiastri: you were asleep
↳ throughynslens: that’s concerning
↳ oscarpiastri: you looked cute
↳ throughynslens: okay, i’ll allow it
lando: oh. OH. so we’re doing this now???
↳ oscarpiastri: apparently
↳ lando: FINALLY 😭
mclaren: ❤️🧡
↳ user01: MCLAREN KNEW ABOUT THIS BEFORE US 😭
↳ mclaren: we had our suspicions. ☺️☺️
user02: THE SECOND PHOTO????
↳ user03: HE POSTED HER SLEEPING 😭
↳ user04: “my favorite person to have in the frame” I’M SICK
user05: WAIT IS THIS THE PHOTOGRAPHER FROM MIAMI???
↳ user06: THE PHOTOGRAPHER???
↳ user05: THE PHOTOGRAPHER.
charles_leclerc: finally mate
↳ oscarpiastri: thanks mate
↳ charles_leclerc: happy for you both 🤍
user07: Oscar really went from smiling every time YN picked up a camera to making HER the subject of his photos 😭
↳ user08: full circle
↳ user09: HE BECAME THE PHOTOGRAPHER
alex_albon: well this is adorable
↳ georgerussell63: very adorable
user10: “two months of you, and somehow every view looks better” OSCAR?????
↳ user11: WHO TAUGHT HIM HOW TO WRITE LIKE THIS
↳ user12: love did
user13: YN GIRL WE SAW THIS COMING
↳ user14: she literally started this story by photographing him 😭
↳ user13: and now she’s the one being photographed
user15: THE FACT THAT YN IS MORE CONCERNED ABOUT WHEN HE TOOK THE PHOTO THAN THE ACTUAL SOFT LAUNCH 😭
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synopsis: yn, an intern doctor in monaco, decides to attend her first gp (on immense persuasion by her bsf alex) and meets the extraordinary….or should i say someone extraordinary.
warnings: none
author’s note: heyy! this is my first EVER smau. its gonna be bad ik 😭😭. but it is a multi part smau and a chance for me to improve in later chps. tell me what you think and if you wanna be a part of the taglist!! -cara 💗
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finals week or my final week 😭🙏🏽
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@user1 DIVA.
@user2 beauty with brains fr 😔
@alexandramalenaleclerc MARRY ME PLS 💍
@charles_leclerc 🤨
@ynln 😘
@carmenmmundt I BEG U TO USE UR DOCTOR-NESS TO HEAL MY HEART BEFORE IS COMBUSTS 😍
@ynln mwah 💗
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@alexandramalenaleclerc: babe listen
@ynln: yes ml 😍
@alexandramalenaleclerc: i know how hard youve been working for finals this week…
@ynln: and?
@alexandramalenaleclerc: AND you know how monaco gp is this weekend….
@ynln: no.
@alexandramalenaleclerc: i dint even ask the question yettt 😭😭
@ynln: i, under no circumstances, am coming to an f1 weekend 😤😤
@ynln: you know how stupid the sport is to me 🙂↕️
@alexandramalenaleclerc: you HAVE to. just this ONCE
@alexandramalenaleclerc: PUHLEASEE 🥺
@ynln: no
@alexandramalenaleclerc: 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
@alexandramalenaleclerc: bro neither of the wags are coming this weekend. ill be SO bored, its charles’ home race, so he’ll be like SUPER busy and i knwo how long its been since you met leo 😔
synopsis: yn, an intern doctor in monaco, decides to attend her first gp (on immense persuasion by her bsf alex) and meets the extraordinary….or should i say someone extraordinary.
warnings: none
author’s note: part 2 of “yes, doc?”!!! thank you for your support on the first part 💗💗
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@ynln’s story:
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@lando: huh?
@charles_leclerc: TRAITOR
@ynln: 😘😘
@mclaren: hey, converted papaya 🧡🧡
@ynln: hey, admin 🧡⭐️
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@oscar.piastri: she’s not wrong tho 😂😂
@lando: whose side are you on bro???
@ynln: that random woman is supposed to be your doctor for the weekend 🙂↕️
@lando: 🖕🏼🖕🏼
@ynln: 😘
@maxfewtrell: chat is this flirting?
@user1: max is so us 💀
@mclaren: you can lose SOME weight
@lando: ouch 😔
@ynln: BAHAHAHA I KNEW I WAS SPEAKING FOR EVERYONE 💀💀
