i'm ren (she/her) ! i started casually following f1 in late 2023, properly watching from mid-2024, fell into the rabbit hole of rpf along the way, and haven't looked back since !
a few things to note:
oscar piastri first. everyone else, second. my other (current) favs are AL41, AA23, GR63. i don't hate any driver, but there are a few that i don't really like, which if i do post about it (most likely not), will be tagged as 'anti-(driver's name)'
i'm a multi shipper. i read anything and everything long as the chemistry is there. otp is lestapiastri.
you can find my ao3 under arcane_lacuna. i have only written lestapiastri so far but am hoping to expand my horizons, soon.
this is NOT an AI-friendly zone. i do not support the use of generative ai. if i have reblogged something that does have it, please let me know so that i can take it down.
minors, please do not interact.
rpf disclaimer:
please do not share my fics in spaces that are not tumblr, ao3 or private messaging servers. the fics are fictional stories based on real ppl and i do not want them or the ppl that know them to ever find out, thank you.
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10th anniversary of the 2016 barcelona crash, two mercs are having a ‘title fight’ again, AND Charles walking around the paddock in Lewis’ shirt…the planets are aligning to make Nico Rosberg soooo crazy insane and we’re gonna see it on live tv
Reason why oscar piastri never won monaco gp is becuse hes australian and if he won he wouldve had to jump into swimmingpool and he wouldve turned into a mermaid. Reason why this iddnt happen with danny ric is becuse hes got evil magic whoch kerps him human like ariel
Hundred and fiftieth Hunger Games training centre - Sixth Quarter Quell
Day -3 - Camera nº1633
Tributes: Charles M. H. P. Leclerc, Max E. Verstappen
The Capitol wind never gets less chilly. He'd dragged a blanket up to the roof in hopes of getting away from Xavi. He hovered, and unlike some escorts that at least had a facade of caring, if not more, the man was full Capitol, and said enough shit to make him want to drown himself before the games.
A blanket and a strong martini. A whole roof to himself with wind chimes that sung loud enough to silence his screams.
But when he pushes the door open — of course, he's not allowed to have the space to himself. Maybe he's annoyed that it's not the silhouette of Pierre, whom he's genuinely friends with; but instead the person that he wants to talk to the least right now, if he's lying to himself.
Max leans on the high railing of the roof with a glass of clear liquid balanced precariously next to him. Probably a gin and tonic, if the lime is anything to go by. He's tipped over the railing a little bit, and Charles could see the wings that so badly wanted to form to take them away from here.
He stumbles back, perhaps to go to the other side, or just back down to his room, but Max adjusts the grip on the railing and says. "I know you're there, Charles."
"I'll just go — you're clearly up here to get some alone time."
In a surprisingly soft tone, Max asks, "Don't. Please?"
And in a moment of weakness, Charles shuffles towards the railing and into Max's outstretched arm. The sun was beautiful over the glass-dipped windows, and with the chill now warded off by Max's arm, he could stay here a long while.
Long enough that he sets down his drink; empty. Traitorously, he rests his head on Max's shoulder. Max lets him, and rubs small circles into his shoulder. "We're not going to kill each other; right?" he whispers. "I don't want to be the one to kill you, and you don't want to be the one to kill me."
"No," Charles sighs.
"Then we can make a promise that it won't be us."
He bites his lip. "You know I can't promise that," he's straightening, breaking away from Max's hold. In panic, not disgust. "We both know we can't. If it comes to it, we both have things to live for — we'll be fighting with everything we have."
"Then we can promise to make it quick," he stutters, looking for a line.
"I can promise that."
Max smiles, and drags him down into the garden. "Good."
The garden up here is a different world. Leaves brush their noses, and the damp soil would've stolen their heat had it not been for the stupid blanket Charles brought up. They sit and steal heat and don't need to talk. Stealing the berries from around them and popping them into his mouth is enough.
Max does the same, and as always, it's the unspoken competition between them until Charles reaches out to wipe some of the juice off Max's lips. And then, like the competitive bastard he his, licks it off his own finger.
Stupid mistake, really, because now he has Max pulling a strawberry off the vine and offering it to him, other hand cupped under it and everything. He playfully smiles, and with nothing better, he leant forward and snatched it.
Max watches him carefully, then pulls another one. Charles doesn't let him get away with it though; he has his own in hand, which Max dutifully eats. It's another minute of starvation warded off in the arena.
And so they sit there until all the berries are gone, carefully strengthening each other for the massacre in a few days.
Charles hums when they run out. "What do we do now?"
Max shrugs, and pulls him down onto the blanket. "Wait."
He groans. "We don't have too much time left."
"We have as much as we want, if we want to make it." Typical Max, playing God.
"Then how do we make it?" he asks quietly, head somewhere in Max's collarbone.
Max catches Charles' jaw. Cradles it to find the weak spots and the beautiful ones. "By having… this."
"My head?" Charles plays back. "You can't have that yet."
"Not your head." There's a stupid smile on his face now, but it becomes oddly transfixed on Charles' lips quickly. "Your lips though. You've got pretty lips."
He hums; the reverberations go through both of them. "You wanna do something with the—"
They collide. Messy, uncoordinated, nothing the victors they should be. Max still tastes like the chlorine of the water, and the citrus of his drink, his hands still at the nape of his neck where he may one day hold a knife to his spine and deliver the final blow. It's everything, and Charles can only have this for three more days of his life until they would see and kill each other in the arena.
Three more days of this bliss. How long could he stretch this night out until the bugs come up from under them and drag them into training and pretty them up for slaughter? He should pull back and confess his love, but it would hurt too much to turn around and stab him in the heart to go home.
And with a chase, the kiss ends. Just enough to come up for air.
"Can we at least pretend?" Max asks against Charles' lips.
Can we pretend that we're not here, we're not now, that we don't have the blade hanging over our necks?
"Let's pretend," Charles nods, already leaning in to capture Max's lips again.
Cake thank you for asking, and apologies in advance for the info dump I am about to give with this series.
This is an excuse to write pianortrell all being freaky with one another, I won't lie. With dom!Max and his two subs, Oscar and Lando. Starting off with nortell that soon becomes pianortrell and yeah they're freaks (that is used affectionatly ofc) but they are all sappy and very much in love. This series is me just messing around with dynamics and putting them through a lot of smut. I have no snippets for this one, but here are the first three fic bullet points:
Lando says Oscar's name during sex. Both Lando and Max are weirdly into it. They talk about it.
The five times Oscar thinks Landon is acting weird around him, and the one time he figures out why.
First time all three together. Talks of kinks and all that. This is a journey of self-discovery.
And here are,,,, the rest,,,,, but there is no order, and I am hiding them under the cut because- cw: NSFW (and perhaps I am too scared to have some of those points on full blast lmao)
Yeah, these bullet points are all over the place, and this series is me just writing pianortrell in different kinky situations/scenes, so uhhhh, proceed with caution. And like. Sorry for rambling so much? dude copy and pasting this made me realise there are a fair few bullet points here, oopsie
Puppy play where Max gets Oscar and Lando to sloppily hump each other, whoever cums last (first? Idk yet?) Loses and has to watch the other get fucked by Max
A follow-up to that one where the loser gets a reward finally
Desperation piss play where Max puts out puppy training pads for Lando and Oscar, locking the toilets before he leaves
Domdrop where Max drops hard after doing something he finds out he doesn't like/stresses him out. The other two take care of him.
Maybe a follow-up? Where either Lando or Oscar (Lando probably, so I can have the whole useless big dick Lando idea) get coached by Max on how to fuck the other because Max isn't fully up to slipping back into domming yet
Cockwarming but make it a quadrant discussion where Max and Lando both use one of Oscar's holes
Cockwarming but make it Lando all up in his head and needing quiet and calm so Max just gets him to warm him
All of them using their safe words at some point
Soft porn in the sense it is so happy and mushy. They are all in love and it's all praise this time and adoration and maybe this is one of the first times one of them lets a "I love you" slip. Just very cutesy fr
Do I wanna do the curse/magic of the championship winner gets a pussy for a lil bit? Maybe. And maybe I wanna make him take two cocks at the same time. Maybe.
And now, the crying trilogy:
More piss play but make it then making Max all desperate and Max is all like "no guys, seriously, I need to piss" and the other two goading him and belittling him because "woah you're a dom but don't even have control of your own bladder?" (All discussed prior ofc) and Max pisses mid scene and cries (he's embarrassed but enjoys it)
Lando needing an escape and wanting it to be rough but Max and Oscar know thats not what he needs so it's extra soft and loving and Lando cries a lot
Oscar after a bad race/losing the championship/collision with Lando/something along those lines where hes pissed off at Lando and so Max takes care of him and of course Oscar cries
Okay this was meant to be a trilogy of tears but a lil bit of awkwardness after the previous idea and Lando sort of tries to avoid Oscar because he's worried hes fucked the relationship. Cue a confrontation and talking about feelings and soft sex with a lot of crying (and an "I love you")
Alright, crying trilogy over
Nipple play and dry humping. That's it. That's all.
Recording your pups fuck themselves on their championship-winning car as they make out sloppy style
Getting a fourth (Logan) to guide Oscar through fucking Max as Lando guides Max on how to let go
That moment when you want to fuck Lando Norris, and as you do, Max Fewtrell fucks you from behind. Happened to my mate Oscar Piastri once.
Boot humping. And then Lando watching, cock cage on, as punishment or forfeit or whatever, and watches Oscar having a grand old time. Lando has to clean up the mess, and maybe, if he's a good boy, he can have some fun too
as a thank you for the WIPs ask i wanted to ask if there were any of yours you wanted to talk about 👀
aww you don't have to thank me !! i sent that ask because i wanted to !!
i haven't really written much since the last wip tag i got (now i've been tagged again), i've been working on the next chapter of kin which will hopefully be posted in a day or two. and then there's the omega oscar fic fest im writing for (i haven't started writing yet-- i want to get the next chapter of kin out first).
but, i made the mistake of answering this ask in the middle of the grand prix because the race was boring (initially lol) and it just got buried in the middle of everything. idek if the anon who sent it, saw it.
so. maybe just that lmao. please show it some love. i've been working so hard on that fic ajkdgniesfgnd
i'll stop before this turns into a rambling session.
