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16 (+18?) for max f/lando/oscar? same anon who was talking about hypno earlier, so. i would love some hypno in there, but no pressure!
cheating slightly and smashing together four similar prompts because i got nearly 40 requests lmao
so here for your enjoyment is a brief return to hypnoverse, in which max and lando invite oscar to use lando in his hypno bimbo state đ
ngl i missed this âverse so i might potentially turn this into a proper sequel at some point We Will See
cw for hypno but it's all very consensual!
âRight, Bob,â Max says. Heâs got good at sounding confident now, he thinks. Like he knows what heâs doing. Someone in charge. âYou sure about this?â
Lando nods. Turns to look at Oscar.
Oscarâs looking a little like heâs secretly freaking out and trying not to show it, too. His eyes are very bright when he nods. Max tries not to feel too gratified by the way Oscar looks at him for direction.Â
âOkay,â Max says, and claps his hands, wincing when he clocks Landoâs smirk. As if Lando doesnât spend half his life performing to an invisible camera. âOscar, mate, Iâve got the list of trigger phrases on my phone if you need a reminder.â
Oscar shakes his head. âI can remember them.â
âAll right,â Max says, and looks at Lando, whoâs pulled the sleeves of his pink hoodie over his hands, fidgeting. âBabygirl sleep.â
Heâd been a bit worried that Lando might not respond to the triggers with someone else there. That heâd get self-conscious, or distracted, and Max would be left standing there like a tit, a magician dropping the deck of cards halfway through a trick.Â
But Lando blinks, and his face slackens into a soft, dopey smile. Max breathes a sigh of relief. âGood girl,â he says quickly, and Lando sways on the spot as the trance deepens. Max doesnât usually use two commands in quick succession like that; he wonders how it feels for Lando, whoâs smiling in an unfocused way at a spot on the floor a few feet away, hands limp at his sides.Â
Maxâs cock stirs. He looks at Oscar. Oscarâs looking pretty hypnotised himself, staring at Lando with his lips slightly parted.Â
âGo on, then,â Max says lightly. âHeâs ready. You can do what you want with him.â
Oscar sucks in a breath, steps closer. Heâs still staring at Lando with open fascination. When he reaches out and touches Landoâs face, Maxâs gut twists pleasantly. Heâd worried that he might be jealous, but all he feels is pride, like a kid in the playground showing off their shiniest toy.Â
Oscar pushes two fingers into Landoâs mouth, and Lando closes his eyes and sucks blissfully.Â
âIs he,â Oscar starts, and then clears his throat when his voice comes out in a croak. âIs he wearing the â what you said?â
âThe cage?â Max says, just to watch the blush spread across Oscarâs face. God, itâs good, being the one in the know. His cock is so hard, and itâs not just from seeing Lando like this. âYeah, âcourse. He wears it most of the time now, when weâre doing this. Helps him remember what heâs good for, doesnât it, pal?âÂ
He addresses the last remark to Lando, who makes an indistinct sound in the back of his throat. Max smiles, raises his eyebrows at Oscar like theyâre sharing a joke. What a slut, am I right?
âBabygirl strip,â Max says, and Lando moves to obey immediately, yanking his hoodie over his head. Heâs told Max he doesnât really need the uniform anymore, not now heâs so well trained, but Max likes it. âSlowly,â he says chidingly, when Lando grabs eagerly at the hem of his t-shirt. âShow yourself off for Oscar, come on.â
Oscar just about chokes at that, and Max canât resist getting a hand on himself as Lando immediately course-corrects, turning to Oscar and pulling his t-shirt over his head teasingly slowly. Once it's off, he brushes over his nipples with the tips of his fingers, all wet mouth and lidded, blank eyes.Â
Heâs not wearing underwear under his jeans, and Oscar groans audibly when he sees the bubblegum pink of the cage around Landoâs soft cock. Lando doesnât react, just carries on undressing himself, balancing carefully on one foot to peel his jeans off entirely.Â
âNo,â Oscar says suddenly, when Lando goes for his socks. âLeave them.â Theyâre white, pulled up to his calves, accentuating Landoâs smooth tanned skin. They do look good; Oscarâs got taste.Â
âGood girl,â Max says, watching the pleased little shiver that ripples through Landoâs bared body. âOscar thinks you look good. Show him the rest.âÂ
Without hesitation, Lando turns and steps his feet apart, bending down and spreading himself open so Oscar can see the pink furl of his asshole, waxed and still shiny with lube where heâs been wearing a plug all morning.Â
âOh my God,â Oscar says under his breath.Â
Maxâs own head is spinning, watching the two of them like this. He adjusts himself again. âTold you, mate.â
He hadnât, not really. Heâd texted back and forth with Oscar about it a bit â Lando hadnât wanted to take part in the planning, save for messaging Oscar to confirm it wasnât all some sort of elaborate prank for a particularly x-rated Quadrant video or whatever â but Max hadnât really given him the full picture. How could he?
So he can forgive Oscar for looking a bit blindsided, now. Heâs licking his lips, that unconscious tic Max has seen on the telly a thousand times over, rendered faintly sleazy now given Landoâs still stood in front of him with his legs spread and his arse on display.Â
âI wantââ Oscar says, trailing off awkwardly. âHis mouth?â
He tips it up into a question at the end. Max gestures to Lando, still waiting patiently, giving no indication he can hear their discussion. âYouâll have to tell him, not me. Heâll stand there for hours otherwise. You remember the trigger phrase?âÂ
âGod,â Oscar mutters again, like he really canât believe whatâs happening. He clears his throat. When he speaks, his voice is wobbly with nerves. âLando. Erm â drop for cock.â
He stutters a bit as he says it. Instantly, with perfect grace, Lando turns to face him and drops to his knees. Eyes closed, mouth hanging open, tongue resting invitingly against his bottom lip. He waits like that, perfectly still, as Oscar fumbles his jeans open, more flustered than Max has ever seen him, and feeds his cock into Landoâs mouth.Â
Itâs hot, watching them, but more than that, Max feels proud. Landoâs sucking Oscarâs cock like he was made for it, nose brushing the trimmed hair on his lower belly, hands resting neatly on his thighs. Oscarâs staring down at him like heâs trying to commit the sight to memory, face flushed hectic red and his chest heaving. Landoâs making noises in the back of his throat as he sucks, eager little moans tucked in among the wet sounds of his mouth. He gags occasionally â Oscarâs not longer than Max, but he is thicker, and Lando's mouth is stretched wide around him â but he doesnât stop the smooth movement of his head. Heâs drooling, tears starting to trickle down his cheeks from the force of Oscarâs cock hitting the back of his throat.
âCareful,â Oscar gasps, hands hovering over Landoâs head as if heâs not sure whether to push him away and let him catch his breath.
âLeave him,â Max says sharply, and Oscar jumps like heâd forgotten Max was even there. âHeâs fine.âÂ
Heâll be hoarse in all of his interviews tomorrow, but thatâs all right. Something for Max to get himself off to in his hotel suite when he watches the press conference.
Oscarâs hands move to Landoâs hair, and for a moment Max thinks heâs going to pull Lando away anyway, but he doesnât. Cradling Landoâs skull, he moves Landoâs head, adjusting the rhythm to something slower and deeper but no less difficult for Lando to take.
Max shoves his hand inside his joggers and watches, barely breathing, as Oscar slowly fucks Lando's mouth. Slow like he's savouring it, slow like he's worried he might never get to see Lando like this again.
Oscar doesnât give much warning when he comes. His movements get a little faster, a little sloppier, the filthy sounds of Landoâs spit-slick mouth getting correspondingly louder. Otherwise, Max only realises Oscar's coming when his movements jerk to a sudden taut halt. Oscar buckles over as he holds Lando in place. He doesnât moan or swear or anytthing, just exhales in sharp staccato gasps, fingers rubbing convulsively through Landoâs hair.Â
It takes him a minute to straighten up again, carefully unwinding himself from Lando and easing him back with the hand still buried in his damp curls. Landoâs eyes stay closed, his mouth and chin wet with saliva and whatever remnants of Oscarâs come he hadnât managed to swallow down. Even now, itâs still intoxicating for Max to see him like this, barely cognisant of what a mess heâs in. Even more so to see how much Oscar's enjoying it.
Oscar lets out a shuddering breath, tucking himself back into his boxers with one hand. Heâs still petting absently at Landoâs hair, and Max thinks itâs sweet for a moment, until Oscar looks up at him, eyes narrowed in thought.
âWill he stay like this until we tell him to stop?â he says, giving Landoâs head a gentle shake.
Lando goes with the motion easily. Eyes still closed, mouth still open. His nipples are drawn up tight and peaked, betraying his unconscious pleasure even though the pink cage nestled between his thighs stops any kind of physical arousal.
âYeah,â Max says, and takes his sticky hand out of his boxers. âFor another hour or so, at least."
Oscar uses the hand heâs got in Landoâs hair to tip his head up, angled towards Max. He beckons with the other hand, and Max realises that heâs going to keep hold of Lando as he sucks Maxâs cock, a pliant little puppet. Controlled by Oscar, for Max's pleasure.
âWell, then,â Oscar says, and smiles, flushed with fresh bravado. âYour turn.â
Summary : You need help during a race weekend and after asking everyone you could, Liam suggests you ask Max an old friend
Pairing/s: Max Fewtrell x Engineer!Single Mum!Reader, Paul Aron x Engineer!Reader (Platonic)
Appearances : Bryan Bozzi, Liam Lawson, Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, Oliver Oakes
Warning/s : Mention of death
Word Count : 5.3k
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Being a race engineer was hard enough as it is, but being a race engineer with a little baby was even harder. Normally, you were able to find someone within Hitech to watch your baby girl -Aurora- but this week everyone was a little bit more busy than normalÂ
âYou know if I wasnât racing Iâd watch Roryâ Paul smiled, waving his hands at the baby in your armsÂ
âI know you would, Paul, but weâre on pole today, and weâre going to convert it to a winâ You smiled, rubbing his shoulderÂ
âI want to top the championship againâ You nodded with a proud smileÂ
âWeâre going to get you thereâ You nodded, placing Rory down on the office floor. Going over the data from last year and the last race with Paul was not as easy as it looked because he was always getting distracted by the smallest things, including Rory, who was playing with her toys.Â
It was an hour later when you were walking through the F1 paddock to meet up with Bryan, who you were helping slightly with his new role within Ferrari. Sat in the Ferrari meeting room with Rory in a sling as you talked Bryan through some basic information heâd need to know for this race about the race engineering side of things.Â
âYou donât fancy babysitting, do you?â You asked Bryan as you walked out of the Ferrari garageÂ
âSorry Iâve still got my performance coach jobs to doâ You noddedÂ
âWas worth a shot anywayâ You sighedÂ
âHey Y/Nâ Liam smiled instantly, going to play with Rory like the biggest child he was.Â
âHey there, sweets. Hey, what are you saying today, hmm?â Liam asked AuroraÂ
âSheâs asking if her favourite non-biological uncle wants to babysit her?â You asked with a smile
âSorry Y/N/N VCARBS got me on standby cause Yuki isnât feeling the best after his crash yesterdayâ You sighed with a nodÂ
âWell good luck if that happensâ You smiled, rubbing his shoulder. Liam was your first driver when you joined Hitech, but at that point, you were still on probation and starting to learn everything.Â
âMax is in the Mclaren garage thoughâ He shrugged, and you smiledÂ
âLiam Lawson, you are the best. I really hope you get that seat, but Iâll keep the rest of my opinions to myselfâ You hugged him as he said bye to Aurora. Walking back to the F2 paddock, you searched out the old phone number you hadnât used in a very long time.Â
You and Max used to be close because he was good friends with Liam and used to hang around the Hitech garage and being the same age it was easy to get along with him.Â
You sat Aurora down on a play mat in the meeting room as you sat to work on quick information before qualifying for the day. Paul walked in a couple of minutes later, sitting down opposite you with his elbows on the table and head resting on his handsÂ
âHello there, Mr Aronâ You looked at him, and he smiledÂ
âThereâs a guy here to see youâ He smirked, and you frownedÂ
âA guy? Does this guy have a name?â You asked, glancing at Aurora to make sure sheâs okay.Â
âMax. Thatâs all he said, but itâs Norrisâ friend Max. I canât remember his last nameâ He shrugged, getting up and walking out
âPaulâ you called, and he stuck his head in through the doorÂ
âTell him where I am? He knows his way aboutâ You asked with a polite smileÂ
âOnly cause Iâve got to listen to youâ You chuckled, turning back to the data finishing up the report you were writing for Paul. There was a knock on the door, and you turned to look at it. A smile grew on your face as you spotted Max waving him in as Aurora waved her hands at the new figure.Â
âHey strangerâ He smiled, and you chuckled a littleÂ
âIâm not the stranger. Youâre the one that doesnât visitâÂ
âToucheâ Max nodded, and you motioned him to sit down, to which he sat down next to youÂ
âStill focused on data, I seeâ You nodded
âYou know Iâm a sucker for some good dataâ You shrugged, and he noddedÂ
âSo how are you doing?â He askedÂ
âStressed but happy, I guessâ You shruggedÂ
âHow about you? Saw youâve gained quite a few followers on twitchâ You smiled, and he noddedÂ
âYeah. Taking a break from racing was really the thing that I needed, and Iâm glad I did itâ You smiledÂ
âIâm glad to hear youâre doing betterâ You nodded as Aurora clapped her hands. You looked down at her, picking her upÂ
âThis little cutie, why youâre stressed?â He asked as Rory grabbed his fingerÂ
âYeah sheâs also the massive favour I needâ You bit your lip, and he noddedÂ
âNeed a babysitter?â He asked, and you noddedÂ
âYouâre totally free to say no. I know youâve never actually met her in person and just seen pictures on instagram, but if you could, I would be so grateful and would pay you back however you wantedâ You sighedÂ
âCan I?â He asked, holding his arms out, and you nodded, handing her overÂ
âShe likes attention, so as long as sheâs got that sheâs the happiest baby everâ you explained, and he noddedÂ
âIâm sorry about your boyfriend. I just know he would have been the greatest dadâ You nodded with a sighÂ
âShe looks so much like him sometimes it hurtsâ Max placed a hand on your knee, gently caressing itÂ
âSorry I shouldnât have brought it upâ You placed your hand on top of his gently, holding his handÂ
âDo you need a babysitter all weekend?â You noddedÂ
âUnfortunately. I can normally find someone within the team or someone that I know, but unfortunately Iâm not able to this weekendâ Max noddedÂ
âThen Iâll watch her all weekend if you needâ He smiled, and you hugged himÂ
âThank you, thank you, thank youâ You smiled, letting out a breathÂ
âBut Iâm taking her to the Mclaren garage tomorrowâ You chuckledÂ
âForget about your own past then and go to your futureâ You joked, and he jokingly shoved you awayÂ
âBut honestly, whatever you want in return Iâll do itâ You sat back, rubbing your face in reliefÂ
âGo on a date with meâ He whispered, and you looked at him
âWhat?â You askedÂ
âIâve been wanting to ask you for years and now that youâre due me something in return I feel like now is the perfect time to askâ He hummed with a slight smirk hidden underneath a smileÂ
âFine. On Sunday as paymentâ You nodded, and he smiled, looking at the wallÂ
âYou need to get ready for qualifying. Iâll wait in here with this cutieâ He smiledÂ
âAurora or Rory. I think you probably already knew that thoughâ Max noddedÂ
âI did. I follow you on instagram and check up on you every so oftenâ You chuckled, getting up kissing Roryâs headÂ
âThank you again, Max. If she needs her diaper changed thereâs diapers in my office. Same place that it used to be. Sheâs been fed, so sheâll be fine until after qualifying. Any other worries, please just text me. Donât even think about crossing the pit laneâ Max noddedÂ
âPlease donât worry about her. I promise sheâll be okay in my care. Are you okay if I call LN over, though?â He asked, and you noddedÂ
âYeah itâs fineâ You smiled, grabbing your pass and walking out of the meeting room. You let out a breath, knowing that you could do your job without worrying about Rory.Â
And thatâs what you did. Paul had a good qualifying session for both the sprint and feature race. Once that was over, you quickly rushed back to the meeting room. Max was sitting on the floor with Rory, who was giggling at him as she pulled on his beard. You chuckled, sitting down at the desk as Max looked up at youÂ
âSheâs a little cutie, but sheâs also a trouble childâ You nodded with a laughÂ
âDid I forget to mention that part?â You jokedÂ
âDo you need me to stay until after the debrief?â Max askedÂ
âThat would be really helpful, but Iâm not sure thatâs allowedâ you replied, and he noddedÂ
âWhat if I take her for a walk? Is she due a nap?â He asked, and you noddedÂ
âActually that would be really helpful. If I put her in the pram, would you be okay with taking her for a walk?â You askedÂ
âI wouldnât have offered it if it wasnât okay. I can walk her over to the F1 paddock, and you can get her from there when youâre done for the dayâ He suggestedÂ
âThank you again, Max. I really appreciate this just being sprung on you after us not talking for agesâ
âFor this little troublesome cutie Iâd do it more often if you neededâ You chuckledÂ
âTrust me, you wonât be saying that by Sunday nightâ You smiled, grabbing her pram from the side of the room before building it and putting her in it. You gave her her binkie before turning to Max.Â
âOkay she should be good until Iâm finished for the dayâ You smiled, and he nodded, walking with her just as everyone started filling the room. After debriefing, you packed up Roryâs toys and your own stuff before walking over to the F1 paddock and over to the Mclaren garage.Â
âHey Y/Nâ Oscar smiled, standing at his carÂ
âHey Oscar. Have you seen Max?â You asked, and he pointed towards Landoâs side of the garage
âThanksâ You walked over and into the garage, smiling at the mechanics that you knewÂ
âThere she isâ Max smiled gently, rocking the pramÂ
âHey babysitting, looking good on youâ you joked, looking into the pram
âShe makes it easyâ You laughed as he let you take the pramÂ
âThank you again. Iâll text you later with my meeting times and all that kind of thingâ Max noddedÂ
âSee you tomorrowâ You walked out of the Mclaren garage, ready for the best sleep of your week.Â
When the next day rolled around and you were walking into the F2 paddock, you knew that Rory was going to be in safe hands and that you just had to be ready for the race ahead.Â
Max was standing outside the Hitech garage leaning against one of the walls, talking to one of the mechanics he knew as Rory played with our hands strapped to your chestÂ
âHey Y/Nâ Max smiled as you walked overÂ
âHey there, Mr Babysitterâ you joked
âIs the nugget ready for her big day with lots of affection?â Max asked, and you noddedÂ
âShe sure is, but Iâm gonna keep her for the morning if thatâs okayâ Max noddedÂ
âOf course it is. Want me there?â He askedÂ
âIf you donât mind sitting on the floor with her againâ Max shook his headÂ
âWould be my pleasureâ You smiled, leading him inside and to the meeting room that was going to be used for the day. Setting up Roryâs stuff on the floor before setting her on the floor beside MaxÂ
âThank you again Maxâ You smiled, and he nodded. Sitting down to do morning brief, Paul walked in, instantly going over to Aurora
âHey maiustus (sweets)â Paul smiled, squishing her cheeks
âPaul please sit down, the whole team is just waiting on youâ You complained and he sat down going over yesterdayâs data and things that had to be done today to get a good finish in the sprint.Â
Once all the other members of the team had finally left, you turned around to Rory. Paul was still sitting next to you as he scrolled through his phone, definitely avoiding his trainer but not wanting to admit it. Rory reached her arms up with a giggle as you picked her upÂ
âHey little troublemakerâ You kissed her head as you got up from the seat, Max, stretching his back as you chuckled at himÂ
âI know I said she needs attention to be happy, but you donât have to sit on the floor with herâ You smiled as he got upÂ
âEasier to get down to her level rather than bring her up to mineâ He shruggedÂ
âShe likes sitting on the tableâ you shrugged, closing the meeting room door and pulling the blinds down so that no one could see in as you heard Paul whineÂ
âThought you were hiding me, but I just saw the timeâ You laughed, ruffling his hair as you sat down againÂ
âYou really need to go start your warm up and do media though Paulâ You sighed, feeding Rory as Paul groaned, getting upÂ
âOnly cause I wanna winâ You laughed as Max stood awkwardlyÂ
âYou can sit Fewtrellâ You chuckled at his face. Poor guy was uncomfortable even being in the same room as you fed Aurora.Â
âI donât wanna make you uncomfortableâ He frowned, and you shruggedÂ
âIâve been doing this for the past four months with strangers. Weâre not strangers. Therefore, I donât careâ you replied, looking up at him as he sat down.Â
A little while later, Aurora was finished feeding, burped, and had her diaper changed before you handed her over to Max for the day who was taking her over to the Mclaren motorhome. You explained where everything in her bag was kept along with how to warm some milk up in case she needed it. Max assured you multiple times that she would be okay and that you could just come to the Mclaren garage to get her at the end of the day.Â
Throughout the day, Max was subject to some teasing from Lando about his babysitting as Lando knew about his crush on you and had for many years.Â
Once the race and debrief were done, you were finally able to leave the F2 paddock with Paul trailing behind you because he didnât want to be alone again. In reality, he was hiding from the ice bath he was meant to be in, but heâd never admit that to anyone.Â
âHey Y/L/Nâ Andrea Stella smiled as you walked over to the Mclaren garageÂ
âHey. Iâm looking for Lando. Well Iâm assuming heâs with Landoâ You shruggedÂ
âOh heâs in the hospitality with Max and a random child?â He frowned, and you noddedÂ
âPerfect. Thatâs my second bornâ you joked, nudging your head in Paulâs direction. Andrea laughedÂ
âIâm on three or so nowâ He joked, and you laughedÂ
âThey learn to listen any better any time?â You asked, and he shook his head with a laughÂ
âNo. Neverâ You laughed, shaking your headÂ
âDamn it. Well Iâm gonna find my baby and her newest babysittersâ You walked off to the Mclaren hospitality with Paul trailing behind you, scrolling through his phone. You walked inside, looking about as Paul instantly walked over to Rory, picking her up off the table. You followed him over, rolling your eyes as Paul picked up his role with Rory.Â
At this point, Paul was like Roryâs big brother, and there was nothing you could do to stop how much he actually loved your little girl. You took another picture as you leaned against the chair Max was sitting in, smiling at Lando, and Oscar was sitting opposite him.Â
âHey. Looked like a good raceâ Max smiled up at you as you noddedÂ
âHey. It was a very good race considering the pit stop errorsâ You shrugged, and he noddedÂ
âHow was Aurora?â You asked him, looking over at Paul and Aurora
âThink Iâve got a bald spot in my beard now. However, apart from that, she was an angelâ Max shrugged, showing you a picture of Rory sitting in Landoâs car. You chuckledÂ
âIf she looked tiny in the F2 cars, she looked even smaller in that F1 carâ You chuckled, and he laughedÂ
âYou in a rush out of here?â Max asked, and you shook your headÂ
âNope. I do need to stop by and see Liam, though. Wish him luck for tomorrowâ You shrugged, and Max pulled out the seat next to him, and you sat down
âStill wouldnât move up to F1?â Oscar asked, and you looked over at Rory and Paul, who were sat on the floorÂ
âI think if Paul was to move up, then I would, but only with Paul, he actually listens to meâ You glared at Max, who shruggedÂ
âI wasnât your driver. I was just there to annoy youâ Max shrugged, and you rolled your eyes. Over the next half an hour, you spoke with Lando, Max, and Oscar, but Lando and Oscar soon had to go get ready for qualifying, so it was just you and Max. Paul was rocking Aurora to sleep as you watched him with a tilt of your head.Â
âI keep losing my daughter to my driverâ You chuckled, getting up
âSame time tomorrow?â Max asked, and you nodded
âOnly if youâre still okay with looking after her for another dayâ You rested a hand on the back of his seat. Max was doing you a favour, and you didnât want to push him to do something he wasnât completely comfortable with.Â
âYeah, of course Iâm okay with it. Actually Iâm more than okay with it because I get something out of this as wellâ He smiled looking up at you to the outside world it looked like he was deadly in love but to yourself it just looked like Max was happy.
Sunday was always a busy day. However, this weekend just felt like it was an even busier day. Sat in your office, Aurora sat in her pram asleep as you sat with your headphones in going over some basic work you didnât hear Max come in.Â
He stood next to you, gently pushing a piece of hair out of your face as you sat back in your seat, looking up at him when you felt his presence standing next to you. You smiled up to him, taking your headphones offÂ
âMorningâ He smiled, taking the pen out of your hand and placing it down on the tableÂ
âHey. Didnât hear you come inâ You hummed, looking up at him after following his actions with the penÂ
âThatâs because you were so caught up in your work that you didnât hear anything, including Paulâ You frowned, looking at the time. You hadnât missed any meetings or events that you were due to be at.Â
âItâs fine he just wanted to see if you wanted anything to eatâ You nodded slightlyÂ
âI had breakfast before coming hereâ You looked at the time again as Max sat down next to youÂ
âIâm gonna take Aurora a walk around the paddock then into Mclaren, and I was thinking that you could always come watch the F1 race with me from there?â He offered, and you noddedÂ
âI quite like the sound of thatâ You smiled, tilting your head slightlyÂ
âAnd I was thinking about our dateâ He started, and you quickly interrupted himÂ
âCan we do it back home? My flight out of here is tonight, and I canât get it changed unless I pay for it and afterâ You paused, glancing over at RoryÂ
âLet me worry about that. Iâm the one that asked you out on the date, so Iâll worry about thatâ He smiled, gently resting his hand on top of yours.Â
âSo howâs the little darling today?â He asked, looking over at Auroraâs pram.Â
âSheâs quite sleepy today, so bonus for you, I guess. However, it's just because sheâs starting to teeth, so she might get a little fussy or bite youâ You shrugged, and he nodded, getting up just as Paul and his trainer walked in Paul was clearly in a mood about something as you raised your eyebrows.Â
Max played with your hair as he stood behind you, and you couldnât help but smile a little. He used to do that when Liam was your driver a few years ago. Itâs like to this day even after limited contact, he still knew when you were hiding your stressÂ
âHe wonât let me have a chocolate bagelâ Paul huffed, throwing himself down on the chair Max was previously in as you looked at his trainer who shruggedÂ
âToo many carbs before a race. Especially when itâs half an hour away. I suggested alternatives, but that wasnât good enoughâ The man just shrugged before turning and walking out the room, clearly not wanting to have this fight again
âPaul, we've been over this. You canât come expecting me to solve your carb problem. Iâve already snuck you enough this weekend as it is. Why donât you have a smoothie? I know youâre just bored, which is why youâre eatingâ Paul gave you a look as if youâd just suggested murdering his whole family.Â
âYou can get me and Max one while youâre thereâ you suggested, knowing that Paul would do anything for anyone else if offered the opportunity, so Paul got up and left the room again. You looked up at Max the top of your head resting against his stomachÂ
âI know I asked you on a date and agreed to babysit your child, but have I ever told you how good you look doing your job?â He asked, and you raised a brow thinking about itÂ
âI believe you may have back when I was a taken womanâ You shrugged with a slight smirkÂ
âYouâre trouble, you know that?â He asked as you tilted your head to the side a little, turning around to fully face himÂ
âMe? Never? Thatâs all Aurora, and she doesnât even get it from meâ you joked, and he laughed, looking down at you. You couldnât help but smile up at him.Â
âHow long does it take for Paul to get some smoothies?â Max asked, and you shrugged
âNo idea? In a rush to go somewhere?â You questioned, and he shook his headÂ
âNo. Was just wonderingâ You nodded, turning back to the data, and he sighed, sitting downÂ
âYouâre not going to stop, are you?â He questionedÂ
âNope. I am not. I need to get this finished before the race startsâ You sighed as he moved your hands away from the laptop and shut the lid, forcing you to look at himÂ
âIf I was to kiss you right now, would it stop stressing out about the data?â He asked as your eyes widened
âWhat did you just ask?â You questionedÂ
âSorry. I shouldnât have said that out loud. I didnât mean to say that out loudâ He panicked as you turned to fully face him, leaning forward in your seatÂ
You looked into his eyes, trying to see any kind of emotion behind them to make sure what he was saying was actually true. You got up out of your seat, taking his hand and giving him a slight pull-up as you did. Max stood up, standing in front of youÂ
âSorry. I really didnât mean to say thatâ You leaned up, pressing your lips against his with a slight smile. Max froze for a second before kissing you back. One hand resting on the small of your back as the other stayed in your own.Â
âEwâ Paul groaned loudly before there were a couple of thuds and the door slamming. You pulled back, looking over Maxâs shoulder to see Paul covering his eyes outside. You couldnât help but laugh a littleÂ
âI get a life for the moment, and thatâs how he reactsâ Max laughed as you rested your head on his shoulder as he rested his own on your head. You waved Paul in through the window as Max rubbed your back. You couldnât help but laugh a little again as Paul walked back in carefullyÂ
âWarning next time, come on. With Rora in here as well?!â He exclaimed. You rolled your eyes as he picked Aurora, shielding her face from who knows what. Only heâll ever know because itâs not a question that you were planning on asking him anytime soon.Â
âI got your normal and for Max, I just guessedâ Paul pointed towards the smoothies on the tableÂ
âThank you. Now, will you please put Rory back down and go warm up. I promise you can cuddle her after the race. Promiseâ You smiled, and he nodded, placing her down and walking out as you sat back down, turning to look at MaxÂ
âWell if Paulâs away getting ready, I guess I have to let you get readyâ He smiled, looking into the pram at Aurora.Â
âSame as yesterday, but Iâve left a bottle in her bag. You just need to warm it up a little bitâ you explained, and he nodded slightlyÂ
âHow do I do that?â He asked, and you chuckled, walking overÂ
âSo take the plastic cover off ,obviously, then just put it in the microwave for like thirty seconds but make sure that itâs lukewarm on the inside of your wristâ Maxâs head quickly turned around at that and you rolled your eyes with a laughÂ
âItâs just formula, Max. Donât worry, I just pre-made it for youâ Max nodded, picking up her blanket and placing it over the handle of the pram.Â
âOkay. We should be okay. If need be, I can text you, yeah?â He asked, and you noddedÂ
âOf course you can. Oh, and in the diaper bag next to her bottle thereâs a little something for youâ You smiled, leaning into the pram and pressing a kiss to Auroraâs head.Â
âWeâll be good,â Max nodded with some kind of fake courage. You smiledÂ
âBe good for Maxie hmmâ You kissed the babies head before standing up again and taking the few steps over to Max, who smiled down at you as you rested your chin on his chestÂ
âDonât worry. Go do your job. Weâll be watching, or I will. The little muffin will probably be sleepingâ You grinned, standing up on your tiptoes just a little to kiss him. You grabbed your computer before walking out of your office and out to the garage.Â
âDid you get my email?â Oliver asked, and you noddedÂ
âI did. Congratulations. Youâll do good in F1â You smiled, shaking his hand as a congratulationsÂ
âThank you. There will be an email coming your way soon, no doubtâ You couldnât help but frown at that as Oliver walked away. Getting everything set up for Paulâs race both in the garage and the pit wall before the pre race mechanical stuff happened while you just sat there waiting.
Max did keep sending you pictures throughout the race that you couldnât help but smile at when the notification kept coming through. Paulâs race went brilliantly as good as it could possibly get as Paul won. After the podium, you got yourself changed out of the wet Hitech uniform as Paul decided to pour the last of the champagne over your head during the pictures.
 You packed up everything after the debrief and headed over to the Mclaren hospitality again. It currently felt like you were never away from that place. As you walked through the paddock, you couldnât help but still wonder what Oliver meant by there will be an email for you soon. It really did worry you a bit.Â
You smiled at the woman standing outside the hospitality before walking in and spotting Max sitting in the corner with Aurora asleep in his arms all cuddled up. You couldnât help but smile as you sat down on the couch next to himÂ
âOh how I wish I could fall asleep like thatâ You sighed, and he chuckledÂ
âSheâs been out for about twenty minutes. I gave her her bottle and she just fell asleepâ You noddedÂ
âSounds about rightâ You smiled, looking down at her. Her cheek pressed against Maxâs chest as her tiny hand held onto one of his fingers. You couldnât help but take a picture as you watched them.Â
âRace went really wellâ Max grinned as you looked at himÂ
âIt went really well. Iâm so proudâ you beamed. Eyes flicking down to AuroraÂ
âDo you want me to take her? Sheâs okay if you want to put her down in the pramâ You frowned, knowing how easy it is to get a dead arm while holding herÂ
âSheâs okay. Iâm actually enjoying the cuddles rather than her pulling my beard outâ You chuckled, caressing her cheek.Â
âYou still want to stay to watch the race?â He asked, tilting his head so he could see you better
âYeah that would be niceâ You grinned, getting more comfortable on the couch, knowing that Max wasnât planning on moving to watch the race by the way he was sitting. Max smiled down at you, looking at your emailsÂ
âOliver said thereâd be an email coming my way soon. Now I canât stop looking at my emailsâ You sighedÂ
âOliver Oakes?â Max questioned, and you noddedÂ
âAny idea what it was about?â Max asked, and you shook your headÂ
âHonestly, I have no idea. As long as Iâm not being firedâ You shrugged, and he noddedÂ
âIâd comfort you, but your daughter has stolen both my handsâ You laughedÂ
âThereâs worse ways for you to have your hands stolenâ you repliedÂ
âGuess thatâs trueâ He smiledÂ
You sat for the next two hours with Max in the Mclaren hospitality watching the Formula One race. It was an experience youâd never actually forget. Not even just because you were sitting in the F1 paddock but because Maxâs reactions to something so tiny were so large.Â
As you were walking out the paddock with Aurora in her pram, Max walked next to you while Lando and Oscar trailed behind Max, turned his head to look at you
âI sent you an email during the race with the details for our date and for after itâ You frownedÂ
âAfter it?â You asked, and he noddedÂ
âGot you on the flight with Lando and I so you could spend another night hereâ He explainedÂ
âYou didnât have to do thatâ you repliedÂ
âI know I didnât have to, but I saw the perfect place for a date here. Couldnât let it go to wasteâ He smiled
learning that you only get the raw end of the deal
nortrell | f1 driver!max fewtrell x not famous!lando norris
max gets his maiden f1 victory but really he should know better by now, he never comes out the winner
a/n: the first to be released from the backlog of my fics! i can't guarantee that it's properly proofread but i hope you enjoy anyways. title is from seen my man by trixie mattel
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Max can hardly think about anything the moment he crosses the finish line first. Can barely think about the fact that heâs finally done it, that he's won a F1 race, that everything heâs put into his career has paid off. Can barely think about what it means, to him and everyone else whoâs built up.Â
The only thing he can think about is the rush of blood in his ears, the way it makes his hands shake on the wheel â the feeling of being a winner.
When he finally manages to check his phone heâs got a string of texts from Lando thatâs near incomprehensible. All caps and full of misspelled words. He responds to them, diligently reacting to the ones that deserve them and sending off a thanks bob.
He doesnât do much, not when heâs expecting a call from Lando any moment so they can properly scream about it. Max Fewtrell, F1 race winner.
Only the call doesnât come and Maxâs stomach does a funny flip because of it. A twisting that seems to stick in his gut.
Max sends off another text to Lando, a wish you could have been here.Â
That doesnât get another text from Lando either and thereâs a near constant buzz of anxiety that sits under his skin because of it. Heâs shaky with it, heart pounding out of sync and fingers numb. And when he sends off a third text and Lando still doesnât respond Max knows properly that thereâs something there, brewing, bursting out from under the surface.
He nearly turns down an offer to go out and celebrate his win. Almost preferring to sit by the phone waiting for a call from Lando. But itâs a call heâs less and less confident is coming with each hour that passes and he should go out to celebrate, proper, like a winner, Lando be damned. Still, he does wait by the phone, just this time itâs under flashing lights and in the sweat of a crowd, wondering if he should text again.
It could be even worse now, now that Landoâs got a few hours to stew properly about it. Somehow, even after so many years, Max still never knows exactly what heâs stepping into. Even after so many years he still only knows enough to test the water but never enough to read the result.
He caves.
next time bob
i promise
He doesnât expect an answer, knows better than to at this point. But Max also knows, even though heâs got the shiniest trophy, even though heâs stood on the highest step of the podium â
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max dropping that he was gonna go to f2 on stream hit like a knife to my heart. like i know that he said it's not a sad thing but arghhh
but it made me think of these tweets have been sitting in my bookmarks for so long because i can't think about them head on. yaddah yaddah, echos of the past self in the present, blah blah blah, familiar in a way i knew long ago.
there's a little too much to dissect there it makes me SICK
(also hope you're doing well mwah. life update on my end: i smashed my knee SO hard onto the floor of a concrete garage and fucked it up to a disastrous amount !! yippie !! i love injuries that'll ache for the rest of my life, memories of my own stupidity đ¤Šđ¤Š)
hello!!! omg your poor knee đ those kind of injuries where itâs SO dumb but you know youâve fucked your limb or whatever up for ever are just so depressing. mine was a high ankle sprain from trying to run on uneven ground during lockdown (i am Not a runner). i hope it heals up soon!
anyway onto these tweets which have emotionally destroyed me. i know it gets talked about quite a bit but i genuinely am so fascinated by the way lando and maxâs friendship has carried on despite the way their careers have veered in such opposite directions. maybe max is a better person than me bc i think i would just be so eaten up by jealousy and what-ifs that iâd have ended up destroying the friendship. for all he acts kinda dumb sometimes i think it speaks to a real emotional maturity on maxâs part that heâs obviously worked through this a lot himself and not allowed it to eat him up inside or made him resent landoâs success.
thereâs a really beautiful and sad Bildungsroman type fic in there somewhere about that era of their lives and how they managed to stay close through it, but i donât have the emotional resilience to write it lmao