request: requesting about hybrid!drivers (dog!mick and bunny!charles, + any others you want to add) and their post-race routines?!
summary: your boyfriend has a very specific post-race routine.
warnings: mentions of ferrari’s interesting strategies (charles), mild angst to comfort (lance), very very mild implication of logan’s mistreatment (logan), non-hybrid friendly scheduling (oscar)
contains: charles leclerc, lance stroll, logan sargeant, mick schumacher, + oscar piastri
word count: 1,065
bunny!charles leclerc:
charles was quite a clingy boyfriend, but his post-race routines were fairly simple. he doesn’t need material things or even for you to do all that much. he does all of his team duties first. he may be a clingy bunny, but he lives and breathes ferrari and will never ever ever do anything to disappoint them.
once he’s finished in the media pen, doing his team debrief, and congratulating or commiserating with each and every single one of his mechanics and engineers, he’ll meet you in his driver’s room. you should be sitting on the little sofa, with a nice soft blanket or a nice cold drink (with a straw—his bunny teeth are very sensitive) depending on the weather. he’ll come over and flop down on your lap. charles makes the cutest squeaky-humming noise whenever you hug him.
he’ll want you to massage his ears (they get quite sore being pressed flat to his skull during races) while he tells you absolutely everything. some details are more “important”, like his view of incidents and penalties during the race. sometimes he’ll rant about his team’s strategies, and you were the only one who would ever hear him say a negative thing about the scuderia. sometimes he’d just ramble for a solid 30 minutes about things he noticed around the track, like a pretty flower. you’re often the last couple to leave the paddock.
cat!lance stroll:
he hates doing media, so he’ll rush through interviews to get back to you. lance is at the point cats get to where they’re so tired and frustrated that they’re more than ready to draw blood. if anyone tries to drag him into an argument post-race they will regret it. for most people, it’s common sense not to mess with a cat hybrid when they’re tired. unfortunately many people in the world of formula one are somewhat lacking in common sense.
by the time he gets to you, lance is often overstimulated and angry and has maybe even used his claws. it doesn’t help his reputation, but he can’t help it and you can’t blame him. not when you’ve seen how insistently people ignored his boundaries. he’ll let out a sort of angry, screaming meow of frustration when you start cuddling him. don’t be deterred—it’s just a vocalisation. he knows you respect his space when he needs it, but he still puts up token resistance so you know he’s letting you do this. he’ll melt into your touch soon enough.
unlike some other drivers, he will not want to talk. he’s so overstimulated that even hearing you talk will grate on his nerves. just scratch behind his ears and maybe play fight with him a little to help him get out the excess energy. eventually he’ll get reallyyyyy blinky. that’s how you know he’s ready to go home and take one of his beloved naps with you.
lynx!logan sargeant:
big ears, big heart—logan’s the cuddliest feline in the paddock. most lynx hybrids were very very heat intolerant, but since he grew up in florida, he’s got a little bit of extra immunity. no matter where in the world you are, logan will want cuddles all the time.
he loves you so much and he absolutely does not fit the solitary stereotype of his species. honestly, if he could be within arm’s reach of you 24/7, 365, he’d basically just be a happy purring kitten. forget formula one, logan would just as happily spend all day as your personal heater and lap cat. post-race, he’d quite like to just curl up on your lap and either tell you all about his race or listen to you talk about just about anything.
after a little debrief in his driver’s room, you’ll go back to the hotel/apartment and have a proper cuddle, with the fan cranked up. sometimes he’s perfectly happy to just lie with you in silence. if he’s had a bad race or bad weekend, though, he’ll prefer to watch a sitcom or something else lighthearted. you may or may not manage to turn the tv off before you both fall asleep.
dog!mick schumacher:
he’s generally pretty high-energy after a race. in stark comparison to the others, he gets adrenaline rushes that extend for a couple hours beyond the actual race ends. he does interviews, team debriefs, gets head pats from all his mechanics and also several other drivers, meets about two dozen extra fans, and does several cute lil tiktoks with his team before he even gets back to you.
even after all of that, he’s still got leftover energy. item number one will always be running around with him and (ideally) playing fetch to tire him out. it’ll probably take hours, a lot of zoomies, and a full weekend debrief for him to finally settle down. he shouldn’t, but mick will feel guilty for being so much work for you (he’s not) and will insist on making and bringing you your comfort beverage and snacks. he’s a sucker for a good rom-com while snuggling in bed after a race. belly rubs are mandatory.
koala!oscar piastri:
the cuddliest cuddler to ever cuddle, and the clingiest boyfriend to ever cling. the second he’s out of the car oscar is basically climbing into your arms no matter what. he doesn’t care whether you're bigger or smaller than him—you will have to give him at least a piggyback.
poor baby’s so sleepy. he’s usually borderline nocturnal after all! and on race weekends he has to be out and functioning all day and he barely even gets any naps. if you’re bigger than or roughly the same size as oscar, you should be prepared for him to just hook his arms around your neck and whine until you pick him up. if you’re smaller, expect him to be dragging you with him to media and almost falling asleep with you on his lap during the team debrief.
once he finally gets to retreat to his driver’s room with you, oscar will munch on a few special koala hybrid snacks with eucalyptus before promptly falling asleep on you. his whole post-race recovery routine is based around getting a few solid hours of sleep. in an ideal situation, with his head on your chest so he can listen to your heartbeat as he dreams.
i found it last night while looking for reference photos for a painting, and i came across lance and cat comparisons and I needed to know your opinion on it.
🏒(I'm back from the dead, aka painting deadlines)
How the fuck have we never discussed cat!Lance?? That feels like a crime?? Also, welcome back from the dead 🏒 anon! I am very glad to hear your art deadlines are over and I look forward to more asks from you because I love you!!
So, you know when people with cats say shit like "oh yeah I have a cat, they're somewhere here I haven't seen them for 3 days but they'll show themselves eventually" and like, they don't mean that the cat has left the house and is wondering around, they literally mean the cat is hiding? That's lance.
It takes lance a very long time to warm up to you, and I think you'd have to have some sort of job at Aston Martin? Maybe you're his press officer or media manager? Because that would be perfect.
So yeah, for a long time you think lance hates you, just because he barely ever spoke to you. But no, actually lance loves you, and demands that he never gets another manager ever.
Over time, lance gets closer and closer to you and well... suddenly you have a cat hybrid BF. You're not entirely sure how this happened, and to be honest you never even knew it was happening until suddenly you looked up one day and lance was always cuddling you and purring and hissing when anyone else tried to talk to you.
If someone else comes in, he'll immediately revert back to his reserved self, the same way a cat will disappear into the house when guests arrive.
The only exception to this, of course, is Esteban.
Well, a friend in discord was thinking of/working on a Plance Alice in Wonderland AU and I couldn’t resist doing my own take of Lance as the Cheshire Cat and Pidge as Alice. Of course, nothing is exactly “classic”.
I didn’t want to put Pidge in any sort of dress, so I gave her a tail-coat-like vest, a dress shirt, and shorts and Lance’s design is definitely that of Boris from Heart no Kuni no Alice.
Feel free to mark as Plance, platonic, or however.
Here is Cheshire!Lance’s cat form for the Wonderland AU! He can change colors in his cat form as well, though the blue is his neutral/default appearance. And yes, he has all the suit symbols in his design since he is a “wildcard.” Unfortunately you can’t see the hearts since I wanted to show his back stripes, but he has some on his chest and along the underside of his tail.
Lance here is based on @hardlynotnever’s cursed Lance design. I liked it so much I had to draw him and paint a Keef to accompany him. Lance was given feline features with an Egyptian flair in the original design, and @vulpes--vulpes suggested Keith be given heron-like features (another sacred animal in ancient Egypt).
I’ve just read @tokyoteddywolf “A Blue CatAtrosphe” and what can i say? I loved it and came up with some headcanons for it!! Hope you all enjoy!!
• When he realized he had turned into a cat and everyone thought he was dead, Lance tried to talk to his members but it all came out as growls and meows.
• They name him “Azul” for his eyes. (He loves it)
• They find out the hard way that space goo isn’t good for cats.
- When they first give it to him, Lance ends up getting really sick and almost dies. (Later when they ask him how it felt, he said it felt like getting food poisoning but 10x worse)
- They decide to buy actual cat food for him after the incident.
• Lance found out he could talk to other animals as a cat.
- He has many conversations with the mice and always plays with them. (When he first saw them, cat instincts kicked in and he almost ate one. The mice are secretly scared of him.)
- He also talks to his space cow. They share their emotional pains with each other.
• As a cat, Lance craves even more affection and touch. He always rubs against everyone. (His favorite person is Keith)
• Lance purrs when he’s nervous. The others start to notice this, they start to pet and scratch him to calm him down.
• He finds out that he can sense people’s emotions.
- He can sense when Shiro is having a flashback. Lance tries his hardest to distract him by acting cute and whatnot.
- He can sense when Hunk is feeling lonely or down. Lance loves to cuddle with him to make him happy again.
- He can sense when Pidge is struggling or sad. He sits on their lap and meows at them until they pay him attention.
- He can sense when Keith is mad or panicky. He goes up to him and just rubs up on him until Keith smiles and rubs his ears. (He later denies liking it and the purring)
• He once climbed up a really tall place and couldn’t get down. Everyone wondered where he went and struggled to find him. When they do, they quickly bring him down and try to calm him.
• Lance just loves being a cat because he gets all this affection and love he didn’t when he was human.
AHAHAHAHA I LIVE!!!! Thanks to all the nice people who encouraged me during my little writers block/motivation slump period! Have a chapter with plenty of Shance and Pidge being a geek! :)
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Shiro was internally screaming. Very loudly. His head was actually ringing at this point, with Black laughing like crazy in the back of his mind. He was currently pacing his room, face redder than Keith's Lion. Lance was Azul. Lance was a cat. The very same cat that had calmed him from a nightmare and slept in his bed on his chest. Black very kindly told him that he should calm himself before he overheated and fainted. He kept pacing, half sure there were marks from his shoes on the ground from the rate at which he was going, back and forth in an oval. He stopped pacing and hid his face in his hands with a groan.
He was not handling this crush well at all. At first, during the whole Balmera incident, he'd just been worried over a teammate, but then he'd felt something flutter in his heart when Lance had come out of that coma to shoot Sendak. And then it slowly evolved from there into a full blown crush with every laugh, every smile, and though he'd tried to push it down, it never worked, and eventually he'd wanted to start pulling a Keith and punch every alien Lance flirted with in the face out of pure impulse and spite. Which was why he hadn't wanted Lance on Kolkar at the alliance meeting, because he didn't know if he could handle seeing Lance flirt with another alien again. He didn't think he'd be able to stop himelf from bitch-slapping someone with his activated arm if he saw one more damn sentient being actually flirting back with the gorgeous Blue Paladin.
He smacked his head into the wall at his own thoughts. With a sigh, he decided to go work off some of these emotions at the training deck, then go check on Pidge. He rubbed his forehead, and headed out.
Pidge dashed about the room, setting up testing areas and hooking up wires to Green, her laptop running a hundred codes a minute as she processed the pollen, and Lance was exhausted just watching her. So, he settled for sprawling lazily across the warm keyboard of the laptop and purred at the heat spreading through his fur, and fell into a sort of half-asleep state, ears pricked and listening to Pidge babble to herself in Science mumbo-jumbo.
“Okay Lance! I need you to step into this scanner real quick.” Pidge explained, motioning to one of the weird metal boxes that were open at both ends, and was hooked up to the computer. Lance grumbled and got up from his napping spot, moving towards the box and stepping through, moving slowly as Pidge instructed him. Pidge hummed and sent the results to Coran, who was using a tablet to communicate with the youngest Paladin from down on Kolkar, and began flipping through a microscope with the pollen on a slide. Lance stood nearby, ready to shove Pidge aside in she accidentally breathed it in. Wait, hold on a minute. Lance jumped down, padded over to where she'd left her packet of surgical masks with Green, and started nudging it towards his tiny teammate.
Pidge looked up, and grinned. “Oh yeah! Thanks Lance. I almost forgot to put one of those on. Good thing Coran worked it out when I told him I needed something like this. The replication part of the ship is fascinating! I'll have to see how that works later...” She said cheerfully, then slid on a mask over her mouth and nose, testing her breathing for a minute before nodding and going back to the slide, Lance staying close by on the little table.
“Hmm… yeah, looks like this was made to specifically alter genetic structures into it's most primitive form, and I guess the most primitive form on Kolkar is some sort of feline-esque creature.” Pidge muttered, stepping back from the microscope and beginning to pace back and forth in front of Lance, who was now lying on the table, tail twitching idly as he watched her move back and forth.
“But, thanks to Blue and her Quintessence, plus you not being from Kolkar, it just edited you into a cat by tearing apart your current- at the time, at least- cellular structure and rebuilt it from scratch… Lance, dude, holy shit. How are you even alive?!?” Pidge yelped, turning to her fluffy companion and scooping him up, shaking him in astonishment. Lance hissed, disliking the sudden movement. His ears pricked up when he heard the door slide open and Shiro walked in.
Pidge whirled on him, trapping Lance in her arms and leaving his hind legs and tail to dangle free, the cat himself looking very uncomfortable by this. “Shiro! Man, you won't believe this! Lance shouldn't even be alive! The pollen doesn't just change your DNA, it completely strips it down and rebuilds everything from scratch!!! His entire cellular structure was rearranged in less than an hour 'cuz he got covered in so much pollen! Blue's Quintessence merely made the change happen faster because he couldn't feel it, which I guess was Blue's primary objective when she did it, but it also kept him alive! If a normal human went through that, they'd be dead!” Pidge trilled, as Shiro steadily got paler and paler at the news.
“Uh… lucky Lance, I guess?” The Black Paliadin asked, somehow keeping the shudder out of his voice. Pidge let Lance go and turned back to her computer, quickly typing out notes. Lance grumbled at her and trotted over to where Shiro had slid against the wall to sit down and process the information. He jumped into Shiro's lap and mewed questioningly, worried at Shiro's pale face and shaky breaths. He was immediately cradled in two arms, and a face was buried into his fur, again. They really had a thing for his fur, didn't they?
“So I pretty much almost got you killed.” The words that were muttered into his back had his ears flicking back to make sure he had heard correctly. “I am so sorry, Lance. This is all my fault… I made you feel bad enough that you ran off and got caught up in all of this… I should have tried to be more considerate of your feelings and listened and been more encouraging… maybe then you'd still be human and not...” The leader of Voltron let out a shaky breath. Lance mewed and wriggled until he could nuzzle Shiro's face, purring up a storm and trying to convey that it wasn't his fault.
Blue rumbled in agreement, though she did also add that he should have included Lance in more missions than he did. Overprotective much? He huffed at her for that. There was no way in Hell, Heaven or high water that Shiro felt the same as Lance. Nope. Nu-uh. No way. Blue laughed, saying that he was certainly funny if he believed that. Lance lashed his tail and told her to hush, grumbling under his mental breath.
Suddenly, Coran burst into the room, half dragging Allura and a vial of purple shimmery liquid. “We've figured it out! Pidge! I need some help with this, but I believe that if we create a batch of this that's diluted for human use, we can cure Lance! If we manage to figure that out, then Allura can use her ability of Quintessence manipulation and reverse the change!” The excited Altean trilled loudly, Allura nodding in agreement as she pulled out of her Advisor's grasp. Pidge looked up and nodded excitedly. “Perfect! I was just running calculations on what exactly would be needed to dull down any pain felt during the reversal process.” She chirped, pushing up her glasses and grinning. She looked over at Shiro, who was looking much better now. “Shiro, hold onto Lance for a minute while we set everything up?” She asked, smiling at the nod the Black Paladin gave her in response.
Both man and cat watched in fascination as Pidge and Coran talked biology and schematics for diluting the antidote, as apparently that plant, called Felisiviny, had turned plenty of unwary Kolkarians into a cat like creature called a devecias, which were like a cross between a lynx and a tiger and a German Shepherd with scarlet macaw feathers along its ears and tail, along the jaw fringe too. Then, Shiro and Lance were dragged to the med pods, where Coran programed one to the proper dilution percentage, fed in half the vial, and pulled Lance from a reluctant Shiro's arms and started up the med pod.
Allura got ready, as the antidote had to be breathed in, and Lance was set at the bottom of the pod. He looked up, mewing in concern. “We'll see you soon, buddy. Don't be afraid. Allura will fix you right up, okay?” Shiro soothed, giving Lance one last head rub before standing back and letting the pod seal shut. Lance yowled and put his paws up on the glass, panicking as purple mist flooded the chamber.
“Allura, now! For as long as you can, just picture Lance as his normal human self.” Coran instructed, as Allura glowed with the golden light of Quintessence. She held out her hands, and focused on Lance. Pidge secretly hit the mute button on the pod, because she knew this was gonna hurt, and she didn't want to be haunted by Lance's screams. Shiro tapped his metal fingers against his arm, worried and pale again.
It was a mere 12 hours before Allura gave out, her powers still relatively new. She panted and slumped to the ground, wheezing and exhausted. “I- I have done what I could, but manipulating two similar streams of Quintessence that are deeply entertwined is harder than it first seems.” She explained, as Coran helped her to her feet. Keith and Hunk had wandered down during this, and everyone waited with baited breath (and Hunk with an extra pair of boxers for Lance) as the pod opened up and spilled purple mist.
Shiro was the first one forward as a human shape fell out of the pod and into his arms, Hunk right next to him and draping a blanket over the shaking form that was clutching onto Shiro like a lifeline. Shiro inhaled sharply as a soft, fluffy shorthaired chocolate colored tail with lighter brown stripes brushed against his leg, and pointy cat ears flicked up and heard the noise he made. Lance, human yet with cat ears and a tail, who stopped shaking and went limp, unconscious. Shiro really hoped he wasn't blushing right now, because if it wasn't the cutest thing he'd ever seen in his life then he might as well shoot himself out into space this very second.
“Oh dear. Perhaps I did not untangle the knot of energy as well as I thought I did.” Allura murmured from the back. The shocked silence was broken by Pidge and Hunk's twin cooing noises and Keith's “Holy quiznak, what the hell-”. Shiro really wished the universe would give him a break here.
Black laughed.
// *RISES FROM THE ASHES OF WRITERS BLOCK LIKE A PROUD AND BLOODSTAINED WARRIOR* I LIVE~! Also I come bearing Shance and cat eared Lance :) So uh, how is Lance gonna react to all of this? I dunno, you'll have to wait and see ;)
