Lord Perceval

You don’t expect the moment to happen while you’re sitting on your sofa, hair in a messy bun, wearing one of Lando’s hoodies that still smells faintly like his cologne.

It’s race weekend.

Which means you’re home.

Which means the house is quiet in that particular way it only is when he’s gone - not lonely, just missing something. Missing him.

You’ve got the TV on, muted, watching the pre‑race coverage while you fold laundry. It’s background noise, familiar and comforting. You’re not really paying attention until you see him on screen.

He’s doing his usual paddock interview - relaxed stance, hands in pockets, curls messy from the wind. He looks good. He always looks good. But today he looks… soft. Thoughtful.

The interviewer asks something about long‑term plans.

You barely register it.

Until he says it.

“No chance. Maybe I’m wrong. But I want kids and I want out of here.”

You freeze.

A sock slips from your hands.

Your heart stutters.

Your breath catches.

Because he said it.

On camera.

In front of the entire world.

And he’s never said it to you.

Not once.

Not even hinted.

The interviewer looks stunned.

The paddock goes quiet.

Max Fewtrell appears in the background, laughing so hard he bends over.

You sit there on the sofa, staring at the screen like it might explain itself.

Kids.

He said kids.

He said he wants out of here.

He said he wants a family.

And he didn’t tell you first.

Your stomach flips - not in a bad way, just in a holy‑shit‑did-he-mean-that way.

You mute the TV completely, even though it’s already muted, because your brain is suddenly too loud.

You replay the clip.

Twice.

Three times.

Every time, it hits the same.

He meant it.

You can see it in his face.

He wasn’t joking.

He wasn’t deflecting.

He was telling the truth.

And he didn’t realise he was saying it out loud until it was too late.

You spend the rest of the afternoon in a strange haze - not upset, not scared, just… processing.

Softly.

Quietly.

You make tea.

You tidy the living room.

You sit on the sofa again and stare at the wall for a full minute.

Kids.

He wants kids.

With who?

You know the answer.

But hearing it?

Hearing him say it?

It’s different.

It’s real.

—

He comes home late that night - suitcase rolling behind him, hoodie pulled tight around his shoulders, curls flattened from travel.

You hear the door open.

You hear him call your name.

“Love?”

You swallow, heart fluttering.

He steps into the living room and stops dead when he sees you.

You’re sitting on the sofa, blanket around your legs, TV paused on the exact frame of him saying the quote.

His face drains of colour.

“Oh my god,” he whispers. “You saw that.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“I saw it.”

He drops his suitcase instantly.

Hands go to his hair.

He looks like he’s about to pass out.

“I didn’t mean to say it,” he blurts. “I mean, I did, but I didn’t mean to say it like that, and I didn’t mean to say it there, and I didn’t mean for you to hear it like-”

“Lando.”

He freezes.

You pat the sofa beside you.

He walks over slowly, like he’s approaching a wild animal that might bolt. He sits down, knees touching yours, eyes wide and terrified.

“I’m sorry,” he says softly. “I should’ve told you first.”

You look at him - really look at him - and he’s so earnest, so gentle, so scared of hurting you that your heart melts.

“I’m not upset,” you say.

He blinks.

“You’re not?”

“No.”

He exhales so hard his shoulders drop.

“I was scared you’d think I was being stupid,” he murmurs. “Or that I didn’t think it through. Or that I was pressuring you. Or that I was just saying things without meaning them.”

You shake your head.

“You meant it.”

He nods, cheeks pink.

“I did.”

You take his hand.

He squeezes yours instantly, like he’s been waiting all day to touch you.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask gently.

He looks down at your joined hands.

“I didn’t know how,” he admits. “It’s huge. And I didn’t want to freak you out. And I didn’t want to say it wrong. And then the interviewer asked, and you weren’t there, and I just… said it.”

You smile softly.

“It didn’t freak me out.”

He looks up, eyes hopeful.

“Really?”

“Really.”

He leans in, forehead touching yours, breathing you in like he’s grounding himself.

“I want a future with you,” he whispers. “I didn’t mean to announce it to the entire world before telling you, but… I do.”

Your chest warms.

Your cheeks warm.

Everything warms.

“I want that too,” you say quietly.

He closes his eyes, relief washing over him like a wave.

You sit like that for a moment - soft, quiet, wrapped in the kind of warmth that feels like home.

Then his phone buzzes.

He groans.

“Max,” he mutters. “I know it’s Max.”

You laugh as he checks the screen.

It is Max.

The message reads:

MAX:

Bro. BRO. You want KIDS??? You?? Actual children??? I’m framing this interview.

Lando hides his face in your shoulder.

“I’m never living this down.”

You stroke his hair.

“You absolutely aren’t.”

He groans louder.

Another text comes in.

MAX:

Does she know you want kids or did she find out with the rest of us?

Lando whimpers.

You take the phone and type back:

YOU:

Hi Max. Yes, I know. Yes, he’s alive. Barely.

Max replies instantly.

MAX:

Tell him I’m buying baby socks for Christmas.

Lando lets out a noise that can only be described as a dying animal.

You laugh so hard you nearly fall over.

—

A few days later, you’re sitting at dinner with Cisca and Adam - a cosy little restaurant Lando loves, warm lighting, soft chatter, the kind of place where everything feels gentle.

Cisca is already smiling at you both like she knows something.

Adam is sipping wine, eyebrows raised in amusement.

You’re halfway through your meal when Cisca brings it up.

“So,” she says casually. “Kids?”

Lando chokes on his drink.

“Mum!”

She beams.

“I’m just asking!”

Adam chuckles.

“I told her not to bring it up.”

“She’s excited,” you say, smiling.

Cisca nods enthusiastically.

“Of course I’m excited! He’s never said anything like that before. Not once. And then he says it on camera! I nearly dropped my phone.”

Lando covers his face with his hands.

“I’m never escaping this.”

Cisca reaches over and pats his arm.

“You’ll be a wonderful father someday.”

He peeks through his fingers, cheeks bright red.

“Mum, please.”

Adam grins.

“We’re not rushing you. Just… happy.”

Cisca looks at you - soft, warm, full of affection.

“And if it’s with you,” she says gently, “then we’re even happier.”

Your heart squeezes.

Lando reaches for your hand under the table, squeezing it tight.

You squeeze back.

The rest of dinner is light, teasing, warm - Cisca telling stories, Adam laughing, Lando blushing every time someone says the word “kids.”

And when you leave the restaurant, hand in hand, Lando leans close and whispers:

“I meant it. All of it.”

You smile.

“I know.”

He kisses your cheek - soft, lingering, full of something that feels like forever.

And as you walk to the car, fingers intertwined, you realise something simple and quiet and true:

He didn’t just say it.

He meant it.

And he meant it with you.

ᴘᴀᴛʀᴇᴏɴ: ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴀᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱ, ᴇxᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇꜱ, ᴇxᴄʟᴜꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ: ʀᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜱᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴀᴜ’ꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴀᴜ’ꜱ - ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘʀɪᴏʀɪᴛʏ ʀᴇϙᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ

ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ - ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ.

You looked up from your phone.

Not because he said your name.

But because he said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Not really in Monaco,” he continued, completely unaware that everyone was listening. “I mean, I love Monaco, but I don’t know. I’d want our kids to grow up somewhere quieter.”

Your eyebrows lifted.

“Our kids?”

Lando glanced at you, confused.

“What?”

“You’re already planning children?”

He shrugged, looking at you with genuinely confused look.

“Of course!”

Then he looked back at Max.

“But it depends on what Y/n wants, obviously. It’s not just my decision. Maybe she wants something completely different.”

And somehow, that made it even worse.

Because he wasn’t joking.

He wasn’t trying to sound romantic.

He was genuinely just talking about a future where you were already there.

“Man, I’m so excited to have kids,” he added with a laugh. “Actually, maybe I should retire right now.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop smiling.

Later that night, when you were alone, you finally brought it up.

“Do you realize you do that?”

Lando looked at you.

“Do what?”

“You talk about the future like it’s already guaranteed.”

He frowned slightly.

“I do?”

“Yes. The house. The kids. Marriage. You say things like they’re already happening.”

A small smile tugged at his lips.

“And it isn’t guaranteed?”

You looked at him.

“I mean… yes, I really hope so, but what if we break up?”

The smile disappeared immediately.

“Nope.”

You laughed.

“Nope?”

“Not happening.”

“Lando—”

“I’m never letting you go.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Is that a threat?”

He thought about it for a second.

“Kind of. Yes.”

You laughed.

“I’d lock you in the basement if needed.”

“Lando!”

“What? I’m just saying I have options.”

You shook your head, still laughing.

But secretly?

You loved it.

Because Lando didn’t talk about a future with you because he was trying to convince himself it would happen.

He did it because, in his mind, there was never a version where you weren’t in it.

OSCAR PIASTRI . ˚ Oscar was usually the calm one.

The organized one.

The person who had everything planned before anyone else even realized there was something to plan.

Which was why you were slightly concerned when he was running around the apartment like he had forgotten how leaving the house worked.

“We’re leaving in ten minutes,” you reminded him.

“I know.”

“You’re still not ready.”

“I am ready.”

You looked at him.

He was standing in the middle of the room, looking around like he was trying to remember what humans normally took with them when they left.

You smiled. “Are you sure?”

Oscar ignored that.

“Do you have everything?”

You blinked. “Me?”

“Yes.”

He started counting on his fingers.

“Enough clothes? Shoes?”

“Yes, Oscar.”

“Your charger?”

“Yes.”

“Sunglasses?”

“Yes.”

He pointed at you.

“Good. Because we are not buying you another pair, baby.”

You laughed.

“It happened one time. Don’t be dramatic.”

“A very expensive one time,” he reminded you.

It was the one time you had accidentally lost your only pair of sunglasses in the paddock, and Oscar had insisted on buying you a new pair.

Of course, he then spent the entire day complaining about how much they cost.

You shook your head, amused.

Then you looked at him.

“Okay, but do you have everything?”

Oscar paused.

You immediately noticed.

“Everything you need for a triple header? Passport? Wallet? Team stuff? Everything you need to actually start a race?”

“Yes.”

The answer came too quickly.

You narrowed your eyes.

“Oscar.”

“Yes?”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

He said it very calmly.

Which somehow made it less convincing.

You watched as he grabbed his bag and started checking through it.

A few seconds later, he stopped.

The silence said everything.

You crossed your arms.

“What?”

Oscar looked up.

“I might have forgotten something.”

You smiled.

“Let me guess.”

He sighed.

“My paddock pass.”

You couldn’t help laughing.

The one thing he actually needed. The one thing that would make starting the weekend slightly difficult. You reached into your own bag and pulled it out.

His eyes widened.

“When did you get that?”

“When you left it on the counter five minutes ago.”

Oscar took it from you, shaking his head.

“You packed it?”

“Yeah.”

A small smile appeared on his face.

“That’s why I love you.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t hide your smile.

Because that was Oscar.

He spent so much time making sure you had everything you needed that sometimes he forgot to check if he had everything himself.

And somehow, without either of you realizing it, you had started doing the same for him.

CHARLES LECLERC . ˚ It wasn’t something Charles announced or even seemed aware of.

It was just… something he did.

Every single time you walked together.

The moment you stepped onto the sidewalk, his hand would gently find yours as he guided you to the inside, taking the side closest to the road without saying a word.

The first few times, you assumed it was a coincidence.

Until one afternoon, when you deliberately switched sides.

Not even five seconds later, Charles quietly guided you back.

You looked at him.

“Charles.”

“Hm?”

“You always do that.”

“Do what?”

“You always make me walk on the inside.”

He glanced at where you were standing before looking back at you.

“…Yeah?”

“Why?”

He frowned slightly, genuinely confused by the question.

“So you’re farther away from the cars.”

You smiled.

“I know, but… why?”

Charles shrugged.

“I don’t know. In case something happens and you don’t end up under a car.”

You looked at him for a second, unable to stop yourself from smiling.

Aww.

“That’s so cute.”

He tilted his head.

“Isn’t that normal?”

You laughed.

“No.”

“It isn’t?”

“No, Charles.”

He looked genuinely surprised.

“I thought everyone did that.”

You shook your head, trying not to laugh.

“No, that’s just you.”

He was quiet for a moment before giving a small shrug, as if he still didn’t quite understand why it was worth talking about.

“But,” you said, slipping your hand into his, “it’s very gentlemanly of you.”

A small smile appeared on his face.

“Well… good.”

And just like that, without thinking about it, he gently switched places with you again the next time you crossed the street. It was simply what he did.

What he always would do.

MAX VERSTAPPEN . ˚

Being with Max meant getting used to time zones.

Some weekends, he was halfway across the world while you were still at home in Monaco, trying to remember what country he was in that week.

This weekend, it was Baku.

Max knew about your plans. He always did. You had the habit of telling him everything, especially when he was away. Earlier that day, you told him you were going out with the girls.

His reply was simple.

Okay. Have fun.

And that was pretty much the end of the conversation.

Or so you thought.

By the time you got home, it was well after midnight. Your feet hurt, your makeup was smudged, and all you wanted was to collapse into bed.

You had barely kicked off your heels when your phone started ringing.

Max

A small smile spread across your face before you even answered. “Max?”

His voice was sleepy, rough around the edges.

“Hey, schat. You home?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, sinking onto the edge of the bed. “I just took off my shoes.”

You could practically hear him smile through the phone.

“Good.”

A small pause followed.

“Did you have fun?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re okay?”

“I’m okay,” you assured him softly.

Then you did the math. It was three in the morning in Baku.

“Max…” you said quietly. “You have a race tomorrow.”

“I know.”

“It’s three in the morning.”

“I know.”

You let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head.

“Then why did you call?”

He sounded genuinely confused.

“To make sure you got home.”

Your chest tightened.

“You could’ve just texted.”

“I wanted to hear your voice.”

You smiled, your heart warming instantly.

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too, schat.”

“You’re going to be exhausted tomorrow.”

“I’ll survive.”

You let yourself fall back onto the bed, smiling at the ceiling.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For checking on me.”

Max was quiet for a moment.

“I always will.”

And somehow, you believed him without a second thought.

No matter what country he was in. No matter what time it was. If you were out, Max would always make sure you got home safely. Every single time.

𖦹 george russell

such a yapper while you drive through silverstone. talks you through the technicalities and mechanics of what is going on. might not seem like he’d be a menace but absolutely is

zooms down the straight and definitely hits the apex hard to make you jump, gets full-named as a result

“george william russell! i knew i should’ve gone for a lawyer!” “come on, you know you love me.” “unfortunately.”

𖦹 kimi antonelli

Menace #2 and doesn’t even try to hide it. So excited to take you for a lap around Imola that he talks about it constantly in the days leading up

pokes his tongue while concentrating and keeps turning to see your reactions to his accelerations and fast corners (and also because he thinks you looks cute in the helmet)

“kimi! eyes the road! guarda la strada!” “ah, sorry, just wanted to see your reaction when i do this!” [cue the sound of skidding tires as you round the tosa corner] “holy shit, kimi! ‘date an f1 driver,’ they said. ‘it’s going to be fun,’ they said.”

𖦹 max verstappen 

also very excited to take you on a hot lap. so smiley through the whole thing because he gets to share the experience with you. makes sure to pick his favorite car for the lap around zandvoort

not that talkative during the lap but will eagerly and thoughtfully answer all your questions

“well, i enjoyed that. what did you think, liefje?” “you were great and we’re absolutely doing this again! spa next time?” “sure. then monaco?” 

𖦹 charles leclerc

is asked to test a new car on the monaco circuit. asks you if you want to come for a hot lap and lights up when you agree. tells you all about the car and the circuit as you drive up to it 

tells you karting and racing stories as you lap the track. really wants to hold your hand but knows he needs both hands on the wheel. so happy to be doing this and it’s the most fun he’s had in a while 

“you can feel that the car’s got good downforce, right?” “yeah, definitely! how are you feeling, char?” “so good! i haven’t had this much fun in ages, cherié!”

𖦹 carlos sainz

doesn’t even cross carlos’s mind to do a hot lap with you until you propose doing one around the barcelona circuit. a little hesitant at first and asks if you’re sure but is super into it when you assure him that you do

surprisingly deep conversations for a hot lap session. you two get existential in the car while going zooming down the straight

“do you think that anyone ever truly knows if they are right or wrong?” “well, that’s a question of moral relativism — what’s right to some may not be right to others.” “but then what is the definition of ‘right,’ corazón?”

𖦹 ollie bearman

wants you to have the best time but also wants to get your heart racing just a little. double-checks that you’re seatbelt is tight and the helmet is secure

cracks a lot of jokes in the car and makes you both laugh throughout the whole lap around silverstone. golden retriever energy cranked up to the max

“Any final words before we go?” “Try not to break the sound barrier, Ollie.” “No promises, love!”

𖦹 isack hadjar

wants to do it immediately after you suggest it. like, he’s grabbing his keys and putting on his shoes to go to the track the moment the words leave your mouth

speed demon. doesn’t even try to pretend like he’ll go slow. howling with laughter as you cling to your seat and swear like a sailor. offers forehead kisses and back-of-the-hand kisses as apologies afterwards

“i’m never getting in a car with you ever again.” “bébé, i wasn’t even going that fast!” “i don’t think the sound of your brakes have even caught up to us.”

𖦹 liam lawson

honored that you want to do a hot lap with him. is very hyped for the idea but plays it cool. definitely wants you to have a blast but also wants to make you jump a little.

another big joker in the car. says a lot of funny things and makes silly faces in the front view mirror at you that you can almost forgive him for hitting the apex hard. you had so much fun that you want to come back for more

After struggling with two more paragraphs, you snapped the book shut and tossed it in the general direction of your beach bag before reaching for the drink menu.

Its sun-faded illustrations and absurd cocktail names made your mouth water; the saltwater-stained piece of cardboard had become a true oasis you were eager to indulge in.

Salivating at the thought of a freshly pressed juice, you turned your head to the left. “I’m going to get a drink. Want something?”

Stretched out on the lounger beside you, arms folded behind his head and eyelids half-closed beneath his sunglasses, Lando was dealing with the unbearable heat far better than you.

Like a lizard basking in the sun, you thought, watching him doze off. Your gaze lingered for a second on his sun-kissed skin and defined abs, but the cool promise of a cocktail quickly overrode all other thoughts and melted away the last of your patience.

You shook him unceremoniously.

“Hm? Sorry, love, what did you say?”

“I’m getting myself a drink,” you repeated. “Want one?”

“A lemonade, please. Thank you.”

Your feet wove their way through the scorching sand.

Lando gave your backside a playful squeeze in thanks, watching you walk away before closing his eyes again, lulled by the coastal din.

Down by the water, children were gleefully smashing and rebuilding sandcastles; further off, teenagers kept up a lively rhythm in a game of beach volleyball, punctuated by bursts of laughter. Adults and elders, meanwhile, sank into a hypnotic chorus of snores and whispered conversations.

Lando dozed for a few minutes, or perhaps longer.

He rubbed his eyes to chase away the drowsiness and reached out to stroke your thigh, only to find your towel instead.

He frowned and scanned the surroundings, suddenly alert.

How long could it take to order two juices?

His green eyes swept across the vibrant scene until, at last, he spotted you. You were standing near the bar, your two drinks in hand. In front of you stood a shirtless and tanned man—the cliché personification of a Greek (or Roman, in that case) statue.

He spoke with his hands, like all the locals.

And you were laughing.

Lando sat up abruptly, his gaze locked on you.

Jealousy didn’t erupt in his chest. No. It seeped in like sand in a shoe, malicious and never-ending.

The man brushed your arm and slipped a scrap of paper into your hand. Lando removed his sunglasses.

Somewhere in the distance, a seagull mocked him, cruel and shrill.

He clenched his fists, fighting the urge to get up. You wouldn’t appreciate him causing a scene in front of everyone, so he stayed put, jaw tight, mentally willing you to come back.

It felt like hours before you finally bid the man goodbye and walked toward him, cocktails in hand, cheeks warm from the sun, that damn slip of paper between your fingers.

Lando took the drink you offered and gave a terse nod of thanks, eyes fixed on the white scrap.

His silence didn’t seem to faze you, as you launched into an animated recounting of the events, nearly sloshing your cocktail with every wide gesture.

“I talked to a guy. He’s a diving instructor. He spotted stingrays nearby yesterday and gave me his number to show us!”

You waved the paper around, beaming. Lando wasted no time and snatched it from your hand, tearing it up before taking a sip of his drink as if nothing had happened.

Your wide eyes flicked to his face, scanning the feigned indifference that suited him poorly.

You narrowed your eyes. Lando shifted under your gaze.

“What?” he muttered.

“What’s gotten into you?”

He scowled deeper.

“Nothing…”

He took another sip, avoiding your eyes. The lemonade tasted bitter.

“Lando.”

“It’s just—he could’ve given you his website. I don’t know. Not his number. I mean–Who gives out their number like that? Seriously.”

You blinked, and slowly, a smirk began to tug at the corner of your lips.

“Lando... are you jealous?”

“I’m not,” he said quickly. “Just... surprised by how unprofessional some people can be. Are you sure he’s licensed?”

You sat beside him, settling onto his towel, your fingers cool and damp from condensation as they found his.

“So I guess we’re not seeing the stingrays tomorrow?”

Lando turned his head to look at you, and his gaze softened. Summer suited you—never were you more radiant than bathed in sunlight, as if Mother Nature herself had sculpted a pedestal just for you.

He couldn’t help but lift your hand to his lips and kiss it, overwhelmed by his love for you.

“Of course we’ll go see the stingrays, my love.”

A beat.

“With a real instructor,” he added. “Preferably over sixty.”

You laughed softly and set your glass down before sprawling across his chest, heat and sweat be damned.

His fingers immediately began tracing lazy lines up and down your spine.

“I’m hotter than him, though, right?” he asked after a few minutes of silence.

You burst into laughter and kissed him. His lemonade spilled into the sand, unnoticed, as his hands roamed your body before squeezing your ass.

oscarpiastri looking tan mate 👍 ♥︎ by author

user4 do we think oscar knows who she is

maxverstappen1 why was I not informed about this

lando because you have connections 😄

maxverstappen1 lando so you're assuming I'd tell others ??

lando maxverstappen1 don't play the victim we all know you love to gossip 🙄

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user5 YOU'RE ONTO SOMETHING

user6 LANDO LIKING ?????

user7 maybe she's a sister of one of the drivers??

user8 no way that would ever happen lmao

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lando they do say Italy is the country of love 🫶

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user9 soldiers we've lost him 🫡

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user10 carlossainz55 LMAOAOAO its okay carlando lives on forever

oscarpiastri don't do anything I wouldn't do kids 👍

lando I'm literally older than you 🤓 and she's your age...

user11 NEW INFORMATION UNLOCKED ‼️ mystery girl is brunette, 23, knows f1

user12 that unfortunately doesn't really help much

user11 user12 yet...

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lando she taught me 🤭

user13 THAT SHOULD BE ME HOLDING YOUR HAND 💔

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maxverstappen1 I recognize that back...

lando SHUT UPPPP

lando maxverstappen1 wait wdym you recognize her back 😾

charles_leclerc hey my sister went to Italy recently too lmao imagine if you ran into her

lando heh that would be pretty funny 😅

maxfewtrell lando can you be anymore obvious mate

yourusername I cant charles is so oblivious 😭

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lando 🌊🛥️ maxfewtrell

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maxverstappen1 interesting...

oscarpiastri stay hydrated folks 👍

lando yes dad 👍

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lando I hope you'll still think that when you realizewho she is

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arthur_leclerc maxfewtrell 🤔

carlossainz55 you two better be keeping it PG 👀😏

lando more like MA

charles_leclerc lando be safe use protection ☝️

maxfewtrell charles_leclerc ☠️

charles_leclerc maxfewtrell ?????

alexandrasaintmleux tell her I said hi 🎀 ♥︎ by author

charles_leclerc you know who she is??

alexandrasaintmleux charles_leclerc hehe....

user14 I HAVE A SUSPICION ON WHO IT IS BUT Y'ALL WILL CALL ME CRAZY

user15 SPILL

user14 user15 I THINK SHE'S yourusername

user14 hear me out: she's oscars age (who are both 23), she's brunette (like charles lorenzo and arthur), charles told us that his sister recently went to Italy on lando's post of pics from there, she liked this post, AND alexandra (charles' gf) commented on this and the last post

user16 user14 WAITTTTTT I THINK YOU'RE RIGHT

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yourusername cat's out of the bag I guess 🤗 this is my cutesy boyfriend lando 💗

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user17 WHATATATATAAT YOU'RE WHO LANDO HAS BEEN SOFT LAUNCHING ⁉️

maxverstappen1 I KNEW IT ♥︎ by author

user7 I CALLED IT BRO I SAID A DRIVERS SISTER AND YALL DOUBTED

user8 IM SORRY 😣

oscarpiastri finally!! congrats 👍 ♥︎ by author

maxfewtrell NOOOO I WAS HAVING FUN TROLLING

yourusername yeah we know 😄

user18 how did lando pull a leclerc

lando excuse me???

user19 lando she's literally an angel and then you're.... lando

yourusername user19 that's exactly why I love him :)

lando yourusername I love you too baby 🥺 ♥︎ by author

charles_leclerc what the FUCK.

charles_leclerc I'LL KILL HIM

charles_leclerc WHAT THE FUCK WHY ARE YOU HUGGING THAT THING

lando "THAT THING" ⁉️⁉️

charles_leclerc lando fuck off je ne te parlais pas

lando charles_leclerc I don't understand french 😢

yourusername lando maybe it's for the better my love 🥰

charles_leclerc yourusername "MY LOVE"???? UNBLOCK ME AND ANSWER MY CALLS

alexandrasaintmleux yourusername don't unblock him he's got steam coming out of his ears... and arthur also showed up

maxfewtrell 😎🍿 ♥︎ by author

lando glad you're enjoying this while I'm fearing for my life

charles_leclerc WHO THE FUCK DOES HE THINK HE IS TOUCHING MY BABY SISTER????

arthur_leclerc WHY IS HIS MOUTH ON YOURS IN THAT TWEET

charles_leclerc POURQUOI TU SORS AVEC LUI?? JE VAIS LE POUSSER DANS LES BARRIÈRES SUR LA VOIE, ATTENDS JUSTE

charles_leclerc lando YOU SAID YOU WERE KEEPING IT MA ON THIS VACATION

arthur_leclerc don't worry bro I'm sharpening my axe 🥰

lando arthur_leclerc AXE?!?!!? WHY DO YOU HAVE AN AXE??

maxverstappen1 lando it was nice competing with you

lando ☹️

user20 damn lando I wasn't familiar with your game 😮‍💨

lando everyone being so surprised that she's dating me is quite insulting 😪

leclerc_pascale beautiful ❤️ ♥︎ by author

yourusername I LOVE YOU MAMAN

lando I'm too pretty to die 💔

arthur_leclerc who lied to you??

lando arthur_leclerc your sister I guess ♥︎ by author

lorenzotl lando you're only digging your grave deeper

lorenzotl I'm so happy for you ma petite soeur ❤️ ♥︎ by author

yourusername thank you enzo I love you ❤️

arthur_leclerc lorenzotl YOU'RE OKAY WITH THIS ?????

charles_leclerc does he make you happy.

yourusername yes very happy 🥹

charles_leclerc yourusername is he respectful.

yourusername charles_leclerc he couldn't be more of a gentleman

charles_leclerc yourusername I still don't like this 😡 but... I'll give him a chance

lando charles_leclerc THANK YOU PLEASE DON'T KILL ME I SWEAR I'LL BE THE BEST BROTHER IN LAW

arthur_leclerc lando BROTHER IN LAW?????

"she always packs my suitcase – or at least double-checks it," lando says to the camera, arms around your waist as he mindlessly moves with you as you continue to fold one of lando's hoodies and place it in the packing cube. "i would literally be lost without her, probably would only bring one pair of underwear if she didn't double check," he adds, kissing your shoulder.

"you say that like it hasn't happened before," you tease quietly, the camera able to pick up your voice thanks to lando's own mic clipped to his shirt. "remember – spa last year? i had to go buy you a pack of underwear cause you only packed one."

"shhhhh~ don't expose me like that," he says, grabbing your hips and making you jump slightly with a small yelp. lando can't help but grin as you turn to give him an annoyed pout over your shoulder.

"don't be too mean to me or i'll make sure you only have one pair of socks this weekend," you tease. lando's grin doesn't disappear as he hugs you from behind, his head resting on your back.

clip #2 – lando forgets his pass

you are sitting in the passenger seat of the car, lando and his parents sitting in the back while jon drives. the camera catches lando leaning forward slightly to massage your shoulders the best he could.

when they get to the front of the line, you reach into your purse to take your pass out as you hand it to jon. lando's parents also hand him their passes so security can look at them. that's when you notice lando didn't give jon his pass.

"baby, do you have my pass?" he's asking you, giving your shoulder a nice squeeze. the camera catches your confused look as you turn to look at your boyfriend, and you notice that his mother also has a confused look on her face.

"what are you talking about lan? i don't have your pass."

"you don't? i thought you grabbed it."

"i thought you grabbed it, lando!"

that's when it settled in that lando didn't have pass. jon turned to look at the guard who was waiting.

"he doesn't have his pass," he tells the man, but the security guard can only shake his head.

"can't let him in without one."

"but he's a driver, his face is plastered all over the place," jon says and its during this exchange that you turn to look back at lando with a deadpan expression. he can only give you a boyish grin as he reaches for your hand to kiss it. completely avoiding looking at his mother's face.

jon and the guard continue to go back and forth; that's when you speak up, "it's okay, jon, we'll make lando get out, so we can continue. he can find his own way in."

"y/n!" you turn to look at your boyfriend with a serious expression.

"i'm serious, lan, get out and start walking. actions have consequences, even forgetful ones."

eventually, the guard lets you all in, but you don't fail to give your british lover one more deadpan look. still not able to believe the fact he forgot his pass.

clip #3 – hiding in lando's hoodie

the camera shakes a little inside the private jet, but easily captures lando stretched out in his seat. reclined back and eyes closed, but that's not all.

you were also spread out with him in the same seat. upper body completely hidden underneath lando's hoodie and one of his arms are draped protectively over you. a blanket thrown over the two of you as you both are clearly asleep.

when a sudden hit of turbulence rocks the jet slightly, the camera catches lando's face twitching as he mumbles something in his sleep. however, the turbulence seemed to have woken you up. your upper body moving slightly underneath lando's hoodie before you are suddenly appearing.

your hair is messy a little bit, ponytail half-falling out of its hold. you look around slightly, eyes locking onto the camera before you're shyly turning away to hide yourself back into lando. your movement seemed to have woken lando as he's looking at you with sleep-filled eyes.

"what's wrong?" he's asking softly, hand tracing up and down your back.

"i got hot," you murmur out as you lay back down, face hiding in his neck.

"i told you, you were going to get hot, but you insisted," he says, kissing the top of your head. you let out a groan in response which makes him smile. "go back to sleep baby, we still got a few hours before we land."

"already on it."

clip #4 – y/n's panic attack is caught on camera

your stuttered cry fills the air and it's obvious you're out of breath and upset. the camera tries to get a view of you as lando is quickly moving you through the back of hospitality.

lando's shoulders are tense, frown on his face as he opens a door before guiding you inside. the camera catches as he gently sits you down in a chair. "it's okay, baby, i'm here. breathe, y/n, i need you to breathe."

your eyes are frantic, glassy and your face flushed with tears. breath stuttering as you are clearly having trouble trying to stop. you focus mainly on lando, but then you make eye contact with the camera behind him and it's like you start panicking all over again.

lando is seen looking over his shoulder and immediately straightens up when he sees the camera. in one, two large steps he's in the camera's face. "get the fuck out right now," he hisses and the camera jerks as lando is shoving the camera away. "get fucking out. let her have a fucking moment of peace," he adds once again shoving the camera before slamming the door in the crew's face.

the netflix crew doesn't leave, still recording the door that separates them from you and lando, but the audio can still be caught.

"it's okay," lando says, voice a complete 180 from what it just was. "do you feel that, princess, my chest going in... and out... i need you to breathe with me." it can only be assumed that lando is trying to help you calm down. "i'm here for you, not going anywhere, y/n. i love you."

clip #5 – lando describes y/n

"who is y/n?" the producer asks while lando is sitting in front of them in the small interview room the show puts them in.

lando makes a face like he's thinking before quickly answering, "y/n is my partner. she comes to races with me, she helps me pack, makes me laugh, cuddles with me, she’s there with me through it all. i couldn't imagine my life without her."

it then cuts to show a clip of you and lando right before a quali. him standing in his race suit with you right in front of him. his race suit is only half-zipped and you smile at him softly as you fix. zipping it up the rest of the way before velcroing the collar.

"there," you say, running a hand over his chest as he grins at you. his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer to him.

"thank you, baby," he says, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of you mouth.

"good luck, lan," you tell him before you're reaching up to kiss his cheek.

it then cuts back to lando sitting in the seat, a fond smile on his face as he thinks about you. "she's my calm, always there before i get in the car and waiting for me with that pretty smile when i get out. y/n is my rock, truly, i would be a little lost without her."

clip #6 – landoyn in a hot tub 👀

you let out a small laugh as you feel lando press his lips to your bare shoulder. the heat from the hot tub creating a fine layer of condensation on your skin, and lando having you pressed flushed against him in his lap surely doesn't help. the camera catches his lips trailing from your shoulder and up your neck. slowly, like he's savoring the moment between you both.

"are you nervous for this next race?" you ask softly, knowing that if you didn't get him talking the netflix crew was going to have quite the footage in their hands. the type of footage that would, of course, give lando's pr team a full on nightmare.

lando lets out a small hum against your skin, "a little bit, but singapore is always a monster."

"i know..." you agree softly, remembering how exhausted he always is after that specific race. exhausted and dehydrated amongst other things. "you can do it though," you add, turning your head slightly to look him.

"i'll get a podium, for sure."

"oh? you think so?" you tease with a smile. lando lets out a dry laugh as he reaches behind him to grab the wine glass. taking a sip from it before he's handing it off to you and you are also sipping from it. "i think you can do it, baby," you finally add when you hand the glass back to him.

the camera focuses on how lando smiles at you as you turn to sit sideways in his lap. water sloshes around the two of you as lando's hand comes up to rest at the back of your neck, gently massaging it as his other hand rests under the water on your thigh.

"kiss?" he asks quietly – so quiet the audio almost doesn't pick it up. you can't help the smile that paints your lips as you nod before leaning in to kiss him. your hand traveling from his chest to his jaw as you kiss each other slowly.

the camera pans out before cutting to the next scene entirely.

clip #7 – y/n running to lando after a win

'lando has proven to be a force to be reckoned with. someone who clearly needs to be watched when on the track, you can't underestimate him anymore."

the camera was capturing lando already getting out of the car, parking in front of the first place spot. the crowd around him is loud – everyone cheering and screaming for lando as he poses before jumping down and running towards his team that are waiting for him behind the barrier.

when he gets done celebrating with them, lando tears his helmet off. balaclava coming off to reveal his sweat drenched head, curls messy and sticking to his forehead as his eyes are searching for something– someone.

"lando!" he immediately turns and the camera gets a clear view of you running towards him. he drops his stuff, arms open wide just in time for him to catch you. your lips immediately pressing to his, as he holds you close to him. he spins you both once, twice as your hands cup his jaw to keep him from pulling away.

everyone around you both is still cheering loudly, your legs wrapping around his waist as you hug him.

"that was for, y/n," he's heard saying over the roar of everything around you. "this win was for you," he tells you as you rest your forehead against his, tears running down your face as you kiss him again.

well... maybe not the same night, he thinks it might give everyone – you and his mother – a heart attack if he proposed within the same hour.

and then he was looking at rings. cuts, styles, diamonds – he wanted it to be perfect. to be something totally and completely you that it would make everyone else jealous. make everyone realize how lucky he was to have you. he was holding and kissing your left hand more than usual, acting innocent whenever you would laugh at him and ask him what he was doing.

"i'm admiring my pretty girl's nails," he would always say – seemingly satisfying you in the moment. but he always caught the side glance you would give him. lando would try to not make it obvious when you wore rings – trying to see what style you liked and whatnot.

he went down a complete rabbit hole for a whole month that he probably became some weird expert in rings because of it. that's not something he really wants to admit though.

then he won monaco and seeing you wearing that blue vivienne westwood gown when you attended the prince's ball reminded him on why he pushed for so many years to keep going. and then it was from monaco to silverstone and lando realized he had never seen you sob so hard before.

"what's wrong, princess, why are you crying?" he's fighting through his own tears as you hug him so tightly he thinks his parents are gonna have to rip you away from him so he could go to the podium.

"i always knew you could do it, lan," you sobbed, voice so soft he's surprised he could hear it over the roar of everyone around you two. "my number one. my lando. i will never stop believing in you." and when you spoke those words, lando knew he could do anything. he remembers kissing you so hard in the moment that it felt like everything else around the two of you disappeared.

as long as you were next to him, lando would win. and he didn't forget about wanting to propose – the thought never fully left him, ever. but lando knew he needed to focus on the championship.

win the championship and then you can propose, he told himself.

and now that he won the championship, lando could focus on the most important thing in the world to him. you. his girl that was there with him through everything. lando can't even begin to imagine what his life would look like without you.

"you'd be pretty bored without me!" you teased him last year in miami, and yeah, you're exactly right about that.

"did you see the pictures from dua lipa's wedding?" you suddenly ask, snapping lando out of his winding thoughts. he glances down where you're resting your head on his thigh, phone in hand as you scroll. you aren't looking at him when you talk, eyes focused on whatever is on your phone screen.

and lando finds himself mesmerized by you – even without trying, you always took his breath away. made his heart want to leap out of his chest and into your hands.

so when he doesn’t answer, you glance up at your boyfriend. those pretty eyes looking up at him, the lights from the living room giving them an extra sparkle as he just... looks at you.

"what are you looking at, lan?" you ask again with a small smile painting your lips. god, he just wants to kiss you and never stop. "is there something on my face?"

that's when lando realizes that he never did answer your question.

"huh? oh, um, no you don't – sorry, what was your question, baby?"

you let out a small chuckle, "it's okay – i asked if you saw the pictures from dua lipa's wedding? i've been seeing videos of her and callum on my tiktok."

lando lets out a hum as his hands comes to run through your hair, "yeah, i've seen pictures here and there. where they go for their honeymoon?"

"italy, not sure where in italy though," you say, glancing back up at your phone and lando believes you've gone back to doomscrolling again. letting a peaceful silence settle between you both. with a small sigh, lando leans his head back against the couch, eyes closing as he still runs his hand through your hair.

"who do you think is next?" you suddenly ask, and lando has to bite back the smile that wants to overtake him. he finds it funny how most of the time you can't sit in silence for too long. some days you just have to keep the noise going – like you don't want to fall too deep in the quietness.

lando remains in his current position when he answers, "do what next, princess? i kind of need context?"

you let out a huff and lando can picture you giving him a side-eye, "who do you think is next to propose on the grid? me and the girls have been talking about it – placing bets – on who we think is next."

you and me, is what lando wants to tell you, but he knows it would ruin everything he's been trying to plan this past year if he does.

so instead he says, "i don't know– wait," he suddenly opens his eyes and moves his head to look down at you. your words finally settling in, "placing bets?" he repeats, and that's when you let your phone lay on your chest as you turn your head slightly to look at him. "you guys are placing bets on who gets engaged next?"

"my bet is on carmen and george," you tell him, a sly smile on your lips, completely ignoring his question. "carmen says he's been acting weird lately, but i don't know if he's about to propose or throw a bitch-fit at mercedes, honestly. has he said anything to you?"

"no," lando says, hand coming to pinch your nose for a split second as he continues, "and even if he did, i wouldn't tell you, big mouth."

"hey!" you say, swatting his hand away with a pout, "you like this big mouth, thank you very much."

"it’s good for a few things, but keeping secrets it is not," he teases as you roll your eyes at him. "what do the other girls say? about who they think is next?"

"hm, well, lily and alexandra says rebecca, shocker – rebecca thinks it's us, kika thinks it's carmen, alicia thinks either us or flavy, and flavy thinks lily."

"interesting," lando says, nodding his head at what you said. "rebecca thinks we're next?" lando poses it as a question, he thinks this is his chance to gauge your thoughts.

"yeah, i laughed and told her 'i think lando is more concerned about getting the damn car to finish more than anything right now,' but i'm also not in any rush," you tell him, your hand finding his and playing with his fingers absentmindedly.

"no rush?"

you nod, "i'm happy where we're at, i know sometimes girls start to feel like they need to get married right away after dating for so many years, but... i don't know. i like us. you could propose right now, or next week, or five years from now and my answer will always be the same."

"what would your answer be then?"

you pause for second, looking up to meet his hazel eyes. then you smile softly, "i think you know my answer..."

lando doesn't respond because you're right. he does now your answer, but he would rather wait than have you say it now. instead, he lets his head fall back against the couch cushion, eyes hooded as he watches you kiss each of his knuckles. and it's in moments like this that lando realizes he's exactly where he wants to be.

"i think pierre and kika could be next," he says, earning a surprise gasp from you as you sit up to look at him.

"oh my god, lan, you could totally be right!" you say with wide eyes, lando wraps his arms around you and drags you into his lap. "they've been dating just as long, so it's really possible. look at you, such a genius."

you lean over to press a chaste kiss his cheek before you're settling against him, head resting on his shoulder. the british driver is smiling before he's returning the kiss to the crown of your head. watching contently as you grab your phone and open your messages – presumably texting the other wags about lando's guess.

You didn't seem to think anything of it, settling back down on the other side of the sofa and pressing play on your favourite show. However, Lando was still frozen, mind reeling from your rejection. He wondered if you were ignoring him because you were mad or if it was just a mistake and you genuinely couldn't feel his eyes on you.

At last, the uncertainty became to much to bear and he decided to speak up. "Um...baby?" He asked tentatively, watching your face closely to see your reaction.

"Yeah?" You answered, glancing away from the screen.

Huh. That's weird. You didn't seem mad at all, and you obviously weren't ignoring him, so what was this about? Maybe you weren't feeling well suddenly?

"You feeling okay, sweetheart?"

Turning your body to face him, your equally as confused expression only eased his worries slightly. "Yeah, I'm alright. Why?"

Deciding it was probably best to be direct, Lando spoke again. "You pushed me away!"

You couldn't help but giggle at the adorable pout on his face, suddenly feeling bad for not explaining your behaviour earlier. "Lan, my love, I'm so sorry! I promise I'm not mad at you or anything, it's just because of the weather."

"The weather?" His expression changed, a slight frown settling into his brow as he waited for you to continue speaking.

"It's too hot," you explained. "It's my first summer in Monaco, I wasn't expecting it to be this warm. I didn't want to cuddle because I knew I would overheat."

Lando mentally slapped himself for not thinking of that as a possibility. He had lived here for a few years so he was used to the unrelenting sunshine by now, but you had only moved in with him recently so of course you weren't. He couldn't help but laugh at how much he was stressing over something so small.

"You idiot, making me panic like that!" The brunette scolded you playfully. You stared up at him innocently, batting your eyelashes with a smile.

Lando suddenly grabbed hold of your waist, and you shrieked loudly. You wriggled helplessly in his grasp, as he tickled you sides, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

"I'll stop if you say sorry."

"Never," you gasped, swatting at his hands. He merely shrugged, tickling you harder.

"You sure?"

"Okay, okay, I-I'm sorry!" You managed between breathless pants.

Lando grinned cheekily at you, allowing you a moment to catch your breath before he leaned in to kiss you softly. You threw your arms around his neck tilting your head slightly to deepen the kiss. When you finally had to pull away for air, he rested his forehead against yours.

OSCAR PIASTRI

Oscar shows his love for you through his actions, all the sweet little gestures he does for you, often subconsciously. These habits have become so ingrained into your relationship that you usually don't even notice him doing them, but the fans always do. There are many threads and compilations dedicated to all of Oscar's acts of service towards you, whether it be him carying your bags for you, covering sharp corners with his hand, or him having a hairband around his wrist at all times in case you need one. He is always gentlemanly towards you by opening doors, giving you his jacket and refusing to let you pay on dates, and people often joke that 'chivalry isn't dead till Oscar Piastri is'. At first, you were worried that he was lovebombing you or something, but you soon realised that it was just the way he is and now it is one of your favourite things about him

MAX VERSTAPPEN

Max sometimes struggles to articulate his thoughts, so he tends to show his love more through his acts of service. It's the little things he does that let you know how much he cares for you, such as always carrying a spare of your essentials or items that you often forget and carrying you home from a night out when your feet hurt, despite the inevitable teasing from Charles and Lando. Max can be deceivingly romantic – he may not often outright say that he loves you, but he ensures that you feel loved every single day, even when he's not with you. Whenever you're apart, Max loves surprising you with fresh bouquets and random grocery deliveries of your favourite snacks to your shared apartment, as well as ensuring he always brings home a trinket from whatever country he was racing in. It's simply his way of letting you know he's thinking about you

CHARLES LECLERC

Because of how much time he spends away from you due to the demands from his job, he values the quality time you have together. Charles loves doing mundane activities such as cooking together, even though he isn't always the best at it, just as much as he enjoys the expensive dinner dates you often go on. He doesn't really care where you go, just as long as you are there with him. Something Charles absolutely adores is when the two of you share your respective hobbies with eachother, whether it involves playfully competitive sim races or you trying to teaching him a skill you have cause he doesn't have enough random side quests already, it's guaranteed to be a fun pastime with Charles by your side, regardless of the outcome. Also, whenever you mention a new interest of yours, however niche or kooky, he spends hours afterwards researching as much as he can about it so that you can enthuse about it together

LEWIS HAMILTON

Lewis is literally a multimillionaire and he uses all that money to absolutely spoil you. He loves to surprise you with all manner of gifts, whether it be a new designer purse he knew you wanted or just ordering your favourite flowers. You and Lewis are no doubt the most fashionable couple on the grid as since you started dating, he has literally bought you every single item of clothing/makeup you could ever want. You sometimes feel bad about how much he spends on you, but he always assures you that he just wants you to be happy and it's not like he can't afford it lol

CARLOS SAINZ

yuki tsunoda

jaw drops. full betrayal.

“why is your plate sad? do you hate food?”

takes food off his plate and puts it on yours like he’s rescuing it.

“you need to eat or u will be grumpy. and you know what happens when you're grumpy.”

glares at your plate for the rest of the meal to make sure you don’t sneak food back.

will literally feed you if he has to.

ʚ・mercedes

george russell

stares at your plate like you’ve just insulted everything he stands for.

“darling... that’s not a meal. that’s a sad sample.”

immediately puts his fork down. “what’s going on? why are you eating like a bird?”

gives you a speech about nutrients. you don’t even make it five minutes in before he’s switching your plate with his.

“eat. i’ll make us smoothies after. with oats. and peanut butter.”

glares at anyone else at the table who doesn’t say anything.

kimi antonelli

freezes mid-bite and just blinks at your plate.

“...wait, is that all you’re eating?”

awkwardly tries not to panic but can’t stop glancing at your food.

“you want some of mine?” pushes his whole plate toward you like a puppy offering a toy.

you say you’re not hungry and he goes quiet.

five minutes later: “okay but… what if i just gave you half of everything i have?”

ʚ・ferrari

charles leclerc

eyebrows instantly scrunch together.

“bébé… where’s the rest?”

literally keeps waiting for you to go back for more.

when you don’t, he starts panicking gently: “is this about something? are you okay? are you mad at me?”

puts things from his plate on yours like it’s no big deal.

whispers “please eat, i hate when you don’t” like you just told him you’re leaving forever.

kisses your temple and goes “merci” when you take a bite.

lewis hamilton

side-eyes your plate with a little smirk.

“you planning to go back for seconds… or is that a cry for help?”

smooth as hell while sliding his fork over to your plate, spearing some of his food, and holding it to your mouth.

“open up, baby. i know you're hungry.”

if you say you’re not, he tilts his head and gives you the look.

“don’t make me get up and fix you a real plate. because i will.”

makes you finish at least half of his meal too, while rubbing your back the whole time.

ʚ・mclaren

lando norris

stares at your plate. then stares at you.

“what’s that?”

full dramatic gasp. clutches chest. “you’re joking. that’s the appetizer, right? where’s the rest?”

scoots your plate next to his and starts transferring food over like it’s a formula one pit stop.

“you’re not doing this ‘cute portions’ thing again. eat properly or i’ll call your mum.”

makes airplane noises while feeding you a bite just to be annoying.

you try to glare but you’re laughing too hard to stop him.

oscar piastri

doesn’t say anything at first, just silently eyes your plate… then yours again.

“that’s... all?”

furrows his brows slightly. “is something wrong? are you okay?”

super calm but will not let this slide. adds food to your plate like he’s just “helping,” not completely panicking inside.

casually: “you can finish mine too if you want.”

when you finally take a real bite, he visibly relaxes and says, “thank you” like you just took your meds.

ʚ・aston martin

fernando alonso

pretends not to notice at first.

then eyes your plate like it's personally disrespecting him.

“you’re kidding. right? that’s not dinner. that’s—snack behavior.”

takes your plate, loads it up himself, and hands it back without a word.

“eat,” he says, deadpan.

if you protest, he hits you with the eyebrow raise and mutters something in Spanish under his breath like “mi vida está loca.”

cuts your food into pieces and says “better” while sipping his wine like the crisis has been handled.

lance stroll

instantly frowns when he sees your plate.

“hey… where’s the rest?”

full concerned rich boy mode: “did the chef mess something up? do you want me to order something else?”

scoots closer and starts offering bites of his meal.

“you want a bite? actually—here, have all of it.”

if you take even a few bites, he goes, “that’s my girl” and kisses your forehead like you just saved his life.

100% sneaks extra dessert onto your plate later. plays innocent when you call him out.

ʚ・williams

alex albon

dramatic gasp. like cartoon-level gasp.

“okay, what is that? no really, explain. is that a bite? a sample? a decoration?”

“i’m calling your mom. i’m calling your best friend. we’re staging an intervention.”

takes your plate and starts adding food while lecturing you.

“you’re hot and smart but your portion control is a war crime.”

kisses your temple like he didn’t just drag you and says, “eat up, pretty girl.”

continues feeding you from his plate like a clingy golden retriever boyfriend.

carlos sainz

freezes when he sees your plate. stares at it. stares at you.

“is that all you’re eating?”

you shrug. he sighs and sets down his fork. full concerned boyfriend mode.

“mi amor, that’s not enough. seriously.”

pushes his plate toward you and waits until you take a bite. then goes soft.

“tienes que comer bien, cariño.” (you have to eat well, darling.)

“te necesito fuerte y feliz, no con hambre.” (i need you strong and happy, not hungry.)

spoons extra food onto your plate every time you’re not looking. smiles like he’s done nothing.

ʚ・haas

ollie bearman

gasps like you just insulted his entire bloodline.

“wait wait wait. THAT’S your plate? you’re kidding.”

points at it dramatically. “someone get the girl a real meal!”

piles food on your plate himself while mumbling, “she thinks that’s gonna get her through the day? she’s insane. adorable. but insane.”

offers to feed you personally if it means you’ll eat more.

“open up. no, seriously. i’m not letting you leave this table hungry.”

won’t let it go for a week. “remember when you tried to survive on three leaves and half a tomato?”

esteban ocon

doesn’t say anything right away. just side-eyes your plate with increasing concern.

“is that enough? are you sure? you’re sure?”

when you insist it’s fine, he just sighs and very gently starts moving food from his plate to yours like it’s a covert operation.

“just in case you get hungry later,” he says softly.

watches you eat like a hawk. when you finish, he smiles like it’s a personal win.

mutters to himself in French the entire time — something suspiciously close to, “elle va me rendre fou.” (she’s going to drive me crazy.)

ʚ・racing bulls

liam lawson

does a double take. then slowly turns to you.

“so you hate food now? or is this performance art?”

chuckles but immediately adds more food to your plate. “this feels illegal.”

makes jokes the entire meal, “you need a magnifying glass to see that portion.”

but side-eyes you so hard every time you put your fork down.

halfway through, scoots his plate between you both. “just share mine. easier.”

whispers “you’re actually feral for that” in your ear, but kisses your cheek while handing you a bite.

isack hadjar

absolutely scandalized.

“quoi?! that’s not dinner. that’s—what is that!”

full-on offended. places a hand on his heart like you’ve betrayed his entire French culinary heritage.

literally gets up and remakes your plate. “you eat what i give you. this is criminal.”

gives you a “look” every time you try to protest. you know the one.

softens immediately when you take a real bite. “bon. merci, mon cœur.”

kisses your head like a reward and mutters, “don’t scare me like that again.”

ʚ・alpine

pierre gasly

immediately dramatic. like, eyebrows raised, jaw dropped, wine glass in hand.

“you trying to break my heart? because that’s what this is.”

pokes at your plate with his fork. “this is… decorative. c’est rien.”

slides his plate next to yours and starts serving you from it.

“eat, mon ange. i need you strong enough to carry this relationship.”

flirts relentlessly until you give in.

“you’ll eat for me, right? be my good girl?”

smirks like he just won the Monaco GP when you take a real bite.

jack doohan

doesn’t say much. just blinks at your plate.

“is that enough?”

you say yes. he nods.

five minutes later he’s quietly refilling your plate like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“i just thought you might want more.”

casually puts a piece of his food on your fork and waits.

won’t push you, but his quiet worry is palpable.

kisses your temple when you finish and mumbles, “thank you,” like you saved his appetite.

ʚ・kick sauber

nico hulkenberg

raises an eyebrow. says nothing for a full thirty seconds.

“...that’s it?”

sips his drink, pretending not to care. he cares so deeply it’s physically hurting him.

eventually breaks. sighs and says, “give me your plate.”

doesn’t ask — just starts adding food to it.

“you’ll thank me when you’re not lightheaded later.”

kisses your forehead once and mutters something like, “don’t do that again, yeah?”

gabriel bortoleto

visibly stressed.

“babe? love? angel? why is your plate empty?”

starts rapid-fire listing all the food options: “do you want rice? bread? i can go get something else—”

won’t start eating until you’ve got a full plate.

watches you take every bite like he’s tracking your hydration levels too.

ends the night making you tea and saying “you scared me,” while cuddling you for the next three hours.

Initially it was just because he ran out of his usual shampoo and body wash at the same time. It did used to be a 3-in1 but y/n started calling him a heathen for having only 1 bottle in use for a shower. So he had already swapped over to having an actual shampoo and a body wash.

But when they ran out in a brief and fleeting return home, he just used her product and actually he now understands why she uses so much stuff. He feels pampered every shower and it helps that he smells like her.

Something she hasn't seemed to notice. Thankfully.

Or she hadn't.

"Hey, Land-no. What are you doing?! What-Why are you using like cup worth of my shampoo!" Y/n screams walking in on him in the shower right as he's pouring, yes pouring, her shampoo into his hand.

"I uhhh...knew you were coming to join me?" Lando laughs nervously.

"I knew it! I knew my shampoo was going alarmingly quickly." Y/n groans then glaring as her arms cross over. "What else have you been using?"

Figuring that lying might just land him in some scorching water, literally she might just turn the temperature up and block him in.

"All of it."

"All of it?!" Y/n gasps putting her hand to her heart like she's having palpitations. Maybe a little dramatic. "Have you been using all my skincare too?"

Ok initially he wasn't but then he used her face wash and then he figured he'd try out all the stuff she's smothering on her face. Turns out there's good reason she uses that, it's made his skin have that same glowy and glassy look in his skin. He's almost offended she hadn't noticed the change.

"Maybe..."

"LANDO NORRIS. Do you know how expensive that stuff is?" Y/n gasps actually choking for a moment like she's pained by this news.

Thinking about it, he does feel kind of bad as she pouts and whines at him since she never asks him for money and all this stuff is bought out of her pocket. But knowing it's expensive isn't something that crossed his mind. Since when is body wash and shampoo expensive.

Of course, he's stupid enough to ask and the amounts y/n spends on her shower and skin care routine is astounding even by Lando's standards.

"Alright, what if I start paying for all of it and we can share-and you can show me how to use it properly?" Lando offers making her huff a little since she's still unimpressed.

"I should really report you for theft." Y/n huffs as Lando manages to pull her into the shower since she is actually naked and had presumably intended to join him before catching him in the act.

"What if...I wash you and do everything. Full princess treatment indefinitely as part of my apology for stealing your stuff?" Lando hums kissing her skin feeling her tension melt away. Not that it's hard, he knows the effect he has on his girlfriend but admittedly he also knows he as walking a very thin line of forgiveness vs more upset.

"The least you could do." Y/n grumbles before she fights a smile. "Can't wait to tell Max and P all about how you use my shit."

"You can tell them. It's annoying how well it works though." Lando grumbles while y/n laughs gently slapping at him which is a little loud with them being naked and wet. "Ow, baby. Kiss it better."

"Don't try that, it did not hurt." Y/n laughs shaking her head at him but kisses his chest where she smacked him anyway. "Since you're footing the bill for skincare I might try the more expensive stuff I was scared to use."

"Wow, exploiting me."

"Wow, thief!" Y/n exclaims clearly intending to use this against Lando for a while to work in her favour.