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misspaddockverse · 1 month

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Just a girl obsessed with making covers for my favorite fics as if they were Penguin classics!

Arts: @st-leclerc // @coldarena

#just the best Saturday program ever #i’m just a girl #having girl dinnerrrr #f1blr #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #f1 fanfic #fanfic #f1 fanfiction #f1 rpf fic #f1 on ao3 #lestappen #maxiel #landoscar #carlando

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wanderingblindly · 10 months

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#why must i work #I just want to work on my lestappen WIP #free me from this hell (my comfortable office job)#archive of our own #ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #lestappen

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quarter-lif3crisis · 2 months

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F1 x AO3 tags

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panevanbuckley · 9 months

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i hope fic authors who put songs that inspired the fic in the notes know that i am immediately adding those songs to that ship's playlist

#and will then spend far too long explaining to people why i have a random song in a playlist that isn't connected at all #for example: currently have a song from barbie in my f1 playlist and it gives me oscar piastri vibes #purely because i read a landoscar fic and the author said they listened to this repeatedly whilst writing it #my fandom playlists are a mess basically #ao3 #fanfic

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dear-ao3 · 25 days

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i think the japan update of the f1 silly season post may in fact be the thing that kills me. this is all for you all.

#im quietly loosing my sanity #i think ive been writing this since a very solid 4pm and it is now 9 #the race has not happened yet #it is on sunday #today is thursday #the post is already too long #and i accidentally got stuck down a nico rosberg youtube rabbit hole and had to go on lestappen ao3 #this is what i get for not writing the whole thing in a mad dash at 2am #not a tag #from saph #f1 #im loosing my sanity so much that my brain registered disturbia by rihanna as by brittney spears #tho maybe thats because i got stuck down the nico rosberg rabbit hole #katya said i need to go touch grass and hes probably right

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ferrariregina · 7 months

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dangerous liaisons | ln4 × sainz!reader

pairing: lando norris × sainz!reader

warning: 16+, implication of sex, slight mention of manipulation

summary: your brother, carlos didn't care about what you did at the paddock when accompanying him at his races as long as you stayed away from the drivers and their flirty antics. little did he know of your late-night rendezvous with his best friend, lando.

"stay out of trouble and stay away from the drivers," your elder brother carlos frequently muttered before dragging you to another one of his races. as long as you generally maintained a low profile, away from the impulsive pranks and flirtatious antics of the adrenaline-charged racers, he didn't care much about what you did at the paddock. carlos was confident about your sensible nature. little did he know, you had an affinity for bending the rules.

how ironic it was, that while he feared you falling for some ladies' man, you already had his best friend lando wrapped around your finger. funny, how he never noticed, not even when lando's eyes began following you around like a hawk watching its prey, or when his laughter rang out loudest at your jokes.

carlos, as much as you loved him, was just as clueless as any other old-fashioned protective sibling. the existence of your secret relationship with lando was something he probably couldn't even fathom.

after all, you and lando were experts at covering your tracks. the late-night rendezvous, those whispered conversations, the knowing smiles, and those oh-so-many incidents in lando's room before the race. carlos didn’t have a whiff.

just like a race car driver, you knew how to play with fire. manipulation was an art and you were an artist. the way you played lando, how you had him wrapped around your finger. he was completely unaware, thinking it was he who had the upper hand.

you grinned as you watched lando strut towards you from across the paddock. he stopped before he reached you, glancing surreptitiously at your unassuming brother before taking the final steps. your heart rate may have jumped just a bit.

"hey," lando dropped his voice to a whisper as he nudged you lightly with his elbow.

you smiled back at him casually as if nothing was going on. "hey yourself," you replied in an equally low voice.

carlos was nonchalant, busy ribbing one of the other drivers about a mistake he'd made in the last race. good old carlos. blind to the world around him.

"later okay?" lando murmured before he disappeared back into the crowd.

you simply nodded, knowing very well what he was insinuating. the adrenaline rush of the race, the shared dangerous secret, carlos blissfully ignorant of it all.

later, you found yourself in lando's room. amidst the smell of worn leather and motor oil, your heart fluttered erratically as he ran his fingers through your hair, his cerulean gaze fixed on you, filled with silent promises and unspoken words. the walls of the room, if they could talk, would recount a tale of burning desires and smothered moans. it was your refuge, a place where you defied your brother's rule, deeply woven into the sweet secrecy of your relationship with lando.

you found solace in the mischief of lando's smile and comfort in his musky scent during the intimate encounters in his room. in a world full of roaring engines, sweaty racers and heated competitions, you found your sanctuary in lando's mystifying gaze.

every race day, when carlos was obsessively engrossed in the mechanical symphony of engines, you and lando stole some more of these moments.

moments varying from quick pecks on the cheeks to passionate expressions of affection behind closed doors. somehow, carlos remained oblivious to the racing heartbeats and the unexplained disappearances.

perhaps his ignorance was a blessing in disguise. for though he was a good brother, he was also a fiercely protective one. such a revelation would surely set off an explosive reaction; maybe even affect his performance on the track or, worse, their friendship. but for now, you enjoyed living on the edge, a secret lover immersed in the adrenaline-soaked world of race tracks and high-speed romance.

for now, you reveled in the thrill of breaking rules and living life at your own pace, knowing full well that at some point, the race would have to end. and when it did, you hoped that the harsh reality wouldn’t shatter the beautiful illusion you lived in with lando.

a/n: the singaporegp made all the creative juices flow out of me hence these many content. can't promise I'll be posting this much after tomorrow but make sure to leave your opinions! I'm still open for requests!

xoxo

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alexandria-alexis · 5 months

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Nonono…. Nonono…

They liked their comment-

On a video about asking questions for Max and Checo…

(Edit- I didn’t post this. Thankfully I think it’s been taken down. I really don’t think the rbr admin is going to ask it, everyone try not to worry🤍)

#lestappen #max verstappen #maxiel #f1 fanfic #f1 #ao3 #i didn’t ask this btw 😭#he don’t need to see this 😭😭😭

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albonoooo · 1 month

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decidedly unfriendly reminder that fanfiction is written by real people with real feelings for free in their free time. it's a labour of love and something to cherish. if you come across a fic that you don't enjoy, that's totally fine, but it is your due diligence as a fellow fan and decent human being to click away. leaving mean comments, absurd rating systems or harassing writers in their inbox while hiding behind an anonymous icon is not an acceptable manner to behave in any fandom and online space ever. it's disgustingly entitled, wildly disrespectful and only serves to discourage people from sharing their writing in a community that is meant to be fun and supportive. the next time you read something you don't enjoy, stop reading it and move on with your day. read something you like and leave kudos and a nice comment there instead. have some common sense and don't be a fucking asshole. it's not that fucking difficult.

#the nerve of some people in (this) fandom is incomprehensible to me #it literally costs you nothing to be nice #f1 fanfiction #fanfiction #ao3

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notf1obsessed · 4 days

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Come up to me and tell me this isn’t out of a movie

#carlos sainz #charles leclerc #charlos #f1 #f1 fanfic #1655 #ao3 #formula 1 #I’m so delulu #pls help

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formulamuppet · 1 year

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Charles: were you dropped on your head as a child?

Max: bold of you to assume I was even held

Charles:...

Lando:...

Carlos:..

Daniel: Max, we’ve talked about this

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wisteriagoesvroom · 26 days

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happy "breaching the top 10 f1 rpf pairings on ao3" day to landoscar nation 🎂 because it's all about.... two people that are so much the same yet so different. australia vs the uk. oscar's cool collected calm versus lando's ricocheting personality. twitch streams and side hustles and multiple endeavors vs singlemindedness of racing. purity of craft vs embracing everything life throws at you and trusting that it'll all work out. the rivalry that isn't (well it is, but not really). pushing each other to be better. making heart eyes in a taylor swift video, reaching out to your teammate in silverstone after surviving a media maelstrom and him being pleased and stepping closer because he's been given permission to. making fun of your resident weeb for reading the words "kit kat" but just in a japanese accent.

it's being so ridiculously competitive that you'll hide in a burning bin in the name of fun for a game with made up points and then squinting at your teammate ringed with the bright light of the sun and laughing at how stupid this all is. it's making fun of your teammate's music taste that you can hear through the thin walls of the drivers' rooms. trusting the journey. mimicking each other's body language. knowing it's for the marketing but winking at the camera together anyway, like we're all invited to be in on the joke. two parallel lives woven in two different garages with almost identical specs. being so comfortable you have this weird rapport that is kind of a cipher and unknowable to anyone outside of the immediate network or team, but it's so assured and quiet that for the first time the person who's been the person who was once the younger teammate steps up, acts older now, and becomes comfortable with the silence.

it's knowing your best friend was on their renault team and not saying anything about it in public but the motorsport world is so small and specific and the experience so surreal that surely some laylines are just strangely predestined. it's about growing up together. it's watching the brit upstart in a generation of two other brit upstarts chase his dream and give up everything to win and get velcroed to the seat because he's kind of small, just like you, but you dream bigger than anyone dares to dream and you identify with the other's self belief that says you, too, could stand on that top step one day. it's you following the little blue-suited guy racer on social media and liking sooo many of his posts over the years, and not even bothering to hide that fact when you've probably become that goalpost for someone else one day, too.

it's chapter 2, with 3 more to go. it's watching your teammate win his first sprint race and finding it in yourself to be happy for him even when you're sad that it wasn't you. it's publicly saying that the rookie is not a threat, he's a threat who makes you race better. it's making fun of newbie's first day at mclaren and finding him unknowable. and he arrives with all this hype and pressure so what can you do but focus on you and step up your game, but he's always in the background and the periphery, chasing and chasing with this hunger that is unbelievable and unfamiliar because it's always humming in a way that made you mistake stillness for idleness in the past. but now, you know: still waters run deep, so you swim harder, too. drop the dj-ing. become more disciplined. train more. do things that don't matter, less.

because the future is vast. the future is happening constantly if you're ready to meet it. and maybe destiny will be kind, and your names will be remembered. your name, inked on a trophy in the precious metal of kings, and dreamers. your name, inked in gold.

but today, you're 22. you're 24.

you're driving a car as fast as you can, and everything that's possible, feels like it could be possible, right now.

#landoscar #oscar piastri #lando norris #f1 rpf #814 #the landoscar thesis #mctwinks #twinklaren #i started putting this as a tag on mechchrome's post announcing the top 10 pairings development on ao3 #and then i was like lol wait i have can't shut the f up ism #so i might as well make this a post #<- in fact the last two points might as well explain my entire existence on f1blr atp #overthink it? yes i will! thanks!#pls release me from the orange mind-tessaract

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misspaddockverse · 26 days

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Reckless Driving (Lizzy McAlphine, Ben Kessler) - MV33 & CL16

#if lestappen was a song #aka the official soundtrack of lestappen angst #fic recs: all of them #f1blr #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #f1 fanfic #f1 fanfiction #f1 rpf fic #f1 edit #f1 on ao3 #lestappen #charles lecrelc #max verstappen

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quarter-lif3crisis · 2 months

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F1 x AO3 tags

#f1 #formula one #formula 1 #f1 x the internet #f1 x ao3 tags #pierre gasly #piarles #lestappen #max verstappen #charles leclerc #kimi raikkonen #zhou guanyu #lando norris #daniel ricciardo #logan sargeant #kimi räikkönen #alex albon #<3

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panevanbuckley · 7 months

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a constant struggle as a multi-shipper is not only having to decide which fic to read next but also which ship 😭

#i never used to have this struggle so bad 😭 i blame f1 for making their entire grid so shippable #ao3 #fanfic #i've been flip flopping between ships for months now #lestappen #sebchal #martian #landoscar #galex #buddie #lokius #gallavich #sambucky #jegulus #wolfstar #drarry #it's an ongoing nightmare honestly #my marked for later page hates me

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arkhammaid · 2 months

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

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

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

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

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

or

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

OR

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

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

#charles leclerc #max verstappen #lestappen #yes. yes this is max finally realizing he has the feels for his childhood rival it only took for said rival to turn into a fucking immortal #-for him to actually realize it.#men are fools (especially them) but we love them anyways #f1 #IF i ever write this fic i promise i will put it on ao3 and reblog this post. but i will not promise that this idea will ever become a fic #fic idea

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ferrariregina · 8 months

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champagne kisses | cs55 × reader

pairing: carlos sainz jr x reader

warning: none just pure cuteness, oh just that oc cries. a lot.

summary: after carlos wins the singapore grand prix the first thing he does is run into your arms

the checkered flag signifying the end of the race waved frantically in the wind as carlos crossed the finish line first. your heart pounded against your chest, mind exploding with euphoria. he had won, he had actually won the singapore grand prix! the cheers were deafening, the applause thunderous, but all you could hear was a melody of his dreams finally turning into reality.

tears of joy rolled down your cheeks, subtly blending with the sweat beads that had formed due to the humid singapore weather. you wiped them quickly as if stashing away precious pearls. seeing carlos win was an emotion that words fail to fully capture. it was happiness and relief in the rawest form, a testament to relentless passion, hard work, and an unyielding belief in your dreams.

carlos gracefully descended from his car, his hands raised in victory and his face beaming with pride. his eyes scanned the frenzied crowd, eventually finding your ecstatic and teary one. he ran straight towards the barricades, manoeuvring through his team members who understood who he was looking for. with a gentle push from them, you moved towards the front, your heart pounding like a wild drum.

the world around you became a blur as he shifted his helmet. leaning forward, he removed a stray hair stuck on your lips. his eyes shone brighter than the singaporean lights as he planted a triumphant kiss on your lips making the crowd around you erupt into fresh cheers.

underneath those night lights, with the taste of victory sweet on your lips and carlos' laughter ringing in your ears, you savoured the feeling of unadulterated happiness.

hoisting the trophy above his head, his face broke into a radiant smile, one that lights up the night brighter than the floodlights around the circuit.

and then, as a bottle of champagne is handed over to him, carlos does something that steals your breath away. shaking the bottle high, he pops the cork emphatically. champagne sprays in a golden mist, anointing the triumphant podium while a cheer erupts from the crowd. a moment of deliberate pause, he turns towards you.

with a devilish grin, carlos catches your eye, pointing the champagne bottle in your direction. lifting it to his lips, he takes a pull from the celebrating bottle and then directs the streaming alcohol toward the gleaming podium. he winks, a private celebration of yours own.

a camera zooms on you as you stand amidst the crowd, your face landing a punch of joy, a warm flush creeping up your cheeks. a laugh bubbles from you, choked between tears and giggles. he has won, and he wants the world to know who he is sharing his victory with. lifting your hand to your lips you blow him a kiss. his eyes sparkle with joy and triumph as he continues his champagne shower.

that night, under the gleaming floodlights of marina bay, with the taste of tears and champagne on your lips, you share a victory. embracing each other in the raw emotion, the gloating joy seeps through you.

getting down the podium he runs towards you again, picking you up he places another kiss but this one much more passionate. a kiss that made you go to heaven and back.

p.s.this picture of carlos did something very unholy to me;)

xoxo

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