#f1 imagines

[about5yearsworth]

F1 Masterlist 🏁

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Lando Norris

Lando's Most Precious One

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[cutieluna2]

Kinda wanna start writing fanfics/imagines but also kinda scared 😅

Do people still like reading those?

[honeylives]

hello my loves ♡

my requests are officially open! if you've ever had a fic idea sitting in your notes app, a trope you've been dying to read, a specific driver/player pairing, a random scene that won't leave your head, or even just a single sentence you think would make a good story...

send it my way 🤍

formula one, nba, fluff, angst, social media aus, one-shots, "dating would include...", fake dating, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, accidental hard launches, media chaos, whatever your little heart desires.

please don't worry if your idea isn't fully developed! some of my favourite fics have started as "what if..." and one completely unhinged sentence. i can't promise i'll write every request, but i read every single one and i genuinely love seeing what you all come up with.

now come bother me with your ideas. 🫡🤍

-dean

asks link here!!!

[honeylives]

girlies, who are we feeling a fanfic about?? 🤍😗

pick your poison

Lando Norris

Charles Leclerc

Oscar Piastri

Max Verstappen

Kimi Antonelli

George Russell

Voting ended onJul 24

[ladyoflynx]

Blogging now every time I see a like from Isack Hadjar under an Istagram Reel (which has nothing to do with racing) - Part 1

[karivinga]

tattoo!artist lewis does your tattoo

lewis hamilton x black!female reader // imagine

warnings: fluff, suggestive?, flirty!lewis

taglist: @sunmoonnie  @laptimelewis -> let me know if you want to be tagged in the comments

author's note: thank you guys for voting in this poll. this fanfic was inspired by this headcanon by @irkkii go check them out! 💞

-> 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

it all started when you decided to book an appointment at his studio one day and both of you decided to click there.

which also includes exchanging instagrams so that you guys can DM eachother.

as weeks went by, you began to get more closer to lewis by getting to know more about him and you were allowed to come by to his studio anytime you wanted !

after a long shift, he would go to your apartment to stay there for the night before he has to leave later on during the day.

whilst he's busy with another client, you sit by to see what he's doing – which kind of distracts you to be honest ......

but lately, lewis has been acting strangely towards you.

he's more flirtier, showers you with compliments every minute, leaves a boquet of flowers by your front door and glances at you every chance he gets without you noticing (oh you have sis.)

and he has started to like your latest posts!

one day, you pull up to his studio for a booked appointment, having to wear a vest and shorts below your knees, since it was a hot day.

lewis was by his desk – being too busy scrolling through his socials to even notice your presence. well not really.

as soon as you got closer to the counter, lewis was already smirking.

"ah [name], so you're back again?" he says, not even looking up at you.

you scoffed. "lew you knew damn well that i was coming today..."

"oh shit yeah, totally forgot."

hes lying.

lewis then gets up from his desk to set up his station.

"so you looking for anything particular today?" lewis asked.

"well not really... just do your magic." you chuckle as you sit down on the bench while he gets everything ready.

lewis hummed to your answer and smirks again.

you on the other hand was casually staring at the tattoos on the board at the front of the shop till one that says 'angel' captivated your eye.

"wait! can you do this one?" you asked, causing him to look over.

"the 'angel' one yeah?"

"yeah that one please on my wrist. with a heat beside it"

he then chuckled softly, and started preparing for the session.

"just let me know if it hurts – stay still okay?" he says as he brushes against your skin with his fingers before getting the stencil out from one of the draws for positioning.

as he was working, you could feel his hand softly placed on your thigh to make sure you stayed still whilst he applies the ink onto your wrist, but this made you blush.

he then looks up at you. "are you okay?"

"yeah i'm fine."

"you sure?"

"mhm!"

lewis hummed, not beliving your final answer since the main thing he's worried about was hurting you.

"okay... just let me know if you feel any pain." he says, carrying on with his work.

a few minutes later after completing the final touches, lewis stretches a bit whilst you stare at your brand new covered tattoo which was positioned on your wrist, staring at it in awe.

"thank you so much lew!!"

"no worries, anything for you, angel." he smirks, making you heat up again.

© karivinga 2026  — do not translate, copy/steal my works .ᐟ

[chilling-seavey]

hiii I know im a bitt late but for the way it goes, can you do a chapter where they have to take one of the babies have to get their vacations as a baby (those 6 week ones yk) and baby crying and George's reaction, like those videos of the dads reactions on tiktok 😭

Hi anon! Don't worry, there's no such thing as a 'late' ask or comment! And especially not with twig which is a universe that only thrives off audience ideas and interaction 🥰 Thank you for sending in this idea! I absolutely love it :')

The doctor’s office was quiet that morning. Sitting in the exam room and awaiting the appointment, you and George sat side by side in the plastic chairs, six-week-old Lawrence resting contentedly in his stroller. He was awake and peering around the room with those big blue eyes, little mouth moving as if in awe, limbs wiggling here and there as he was still growing used to his muscles. 

You were resting your arms on the side of the stroller, folded one over the other with your chin on top, peering down at your son like he was your favourite thing to admire. When you reached a hand in and pressed your index finger against his palm, his tiny fingers wrapped around your one out of reflex.

“Laurie,” you sing-songed softly, giving his hand a little shake, “all set for the doctor? Gonna show her how big you’ve gotten, hm?”

George leaned in closer beside you and shared in your smile down to your baby son as he cooed, “Yeah, you’re a growing boy, aren't you?”

Lawrence’s legs kicked in his stroller and the two of you swooned. Everything he did was so wonderful to you. The joys of new parenthood. 

The doctor came into the room only a few moments later, closing the door behind her and sharing pleasantries with you and George. She also greeted Lawrence, of course, and the baby only stared up at her in confusion. 

You shared any updates with her on his growth and progression over the last few weeks and even touched on how you, yourself, were feeling postpartum now that the six week mark had come about. Lawrence was a quiet, patient boy in his stroller. 

Soon, it was time for the proper check up. You lifted him up out of his cozy spot and had to strip him down to his diaper which he was not particularly keen on, offering a bit of a fuss that was easily soothed. 

He was weighed and measured and checked on with fine attention. Soon, he was back in your arms as you returned to your chair beside George. 

The doctor sat at her laptop and typed as she spoke, “He was 3.9 kilos when we saw him last. Now he’s 6.1. That’s excellent weight gain.”

“Is that in the ideal range?” George asked.

“Absolutely. He is a very healthy boy. I have no concerns.”

You and George exchanged relieved expressions. Being first time parents meant it was all too easy to fret about anything and everything. The reassurance was nice. 

The last step in the appointment was the routine vaccines. The doctor began getting those prepped as she explained, “He may be fussy and have a slight fever after but it’s nothing to worry about.”

You nodded in understanding, already three steps ahead and worried about how your little boy would handle his vaccines. The first ones had been in the hospital when he was born and he was already crying and flustered when they poked him; needles were a breeze compared to being squeezed out of the birth canal.

George must have sensed your unrest as he offered quietly and held out his hands from beside you, “I’ll hold him.”

You passed Lawrence over to him without complaint and right away he was cradled in his arms.

“There’s my buggy boy,” George cooed with a smile, snuggling the diapered baby close and leaned down to kiss his forehead. Lawrence made a sweet little sound at the affection. 

The doctor guided George on how to position the baby on his lap to prepare for the injections. Lawrence was held back against George’s chest, almost as if he were sitting on his lap, with George’s large hand secure around his middle to hold him in place. He was positioned carefully by his father under the professional eye of the doctor. 

“Perfect,” she said gently, “And use your other hand to hold his legs still.”

It felt strange to restrain his baby in such a way but George followed the instruction before whispering down to Lawrence who had started to squirm in confusion, “You’re okay, bug. Daddy’s got you. You’re safe.”

As the doctor carefully wiped Lawrence’s little thigh with an antiseptic pad, you scooted in closer to pet a comforting hand on your baby’s head. Your heart was racing and you weren’t quite sure why. You knew very well that vaccines were important to protect him against illness, but maybe it was the realization that you couldn’t explain to him or prepare him for what was going to happen. You leaned in to kiss his little head.  

The doctor then gave his thigh a little squish before quickly pressing the tiny needle into it. There was a pause of just a second before Lawrence’s little body seemed to crumple against George’s grasp and then he let out a loud wail. The doctor stepped back to quickly prepare the second vaccine, all too used to the displease of her little patients. 

You and George, on the other hand, were not used to witnessing the pain of your baby at your own ‘fault’. George gently rocked side to side to try and soothe him with little shushes, stroking his thumb across his bare tummy. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” George, head hung, whispered to him, barely heard through his wailing, “I know. I know.”

You reached over to stroke Lawrence’s hair, soothing in a shaky voice of your own, “Such a brave boy. Just one more and then it’ll be all done.”

The doctor moved quickly, knowing better than to drag this on unnecessarily. Even as Lawrence cried on, George held him securely and she gave the baby’s opposite thigh a squish and then another quick poke of a needle. George flinched as Lawrence’s tiny body tried to squirm under his hold.

Lawrence just screamed, already upset from the first one and now made exponentially worse by the prick of the second. He was absolutely wailing. 

“All done,” the doctor said quickly, giving the go-ahead for full, proper comfort. 

George immediately scooped up the baby and cradled him closer against his chest, his two large hands still somewhat fitting around his entire little body. Lawrence just cries into George’s shirt, loud, screaming cries that just make your heart ache. 

And when George turned to look at you, you could see that his eyes were shimmering with tears of his own, stemmed from the inability to protect your child from pain at that moment. You just share in a brief look of unspoken ache before turning your attention back to your baby. 

George rubbed his back and leaned down to kiss his head, holding him close against his chest in what feels like a futile attempt to calm him. You fetched the pacifier from the stroller and offered it out to the crying baby and, reluctantly, Lawrence accepted it. Quiet fell through the small examination room, cut through only by his tiny whimpers and George’s quiet sniffle. 

“Good boy,” you praised your tiny son warmly, petting his head again as his ear was pressed right over George’s heart, his big blue eyes blinking at you behind heavy tears. And his pacifier bobbed and bumped against his tiny nose as he soothed himself with little suckles. You stroked the back of your finger over his flushed chubby cheek and felt your heart melt. 

Once the doctor finished up your appointment and Lawrence was re-dressed and everything was scheduled for your followup, George still refused to let go of the baby. In fact, he carried him to the car, leaving you to push the empty stroller alongside him. Not that you’d complain. It was a wonderful blessing to be married to someone who took their role as father so incredibly seriously. And someone who your child found comfort in.

George buckled him into his carseat while you loaded the stroller in the trunk. But then you found yourselves both leaning into the backseat, through the same open door, fussing and fawning over your flustered baby. Lawrence just blinked up at you both, still suckling away at his pacifier, cozy under his favourite little monogrammed blanket with one of his plush toys in his arms. 

For the nth time, you adjusted his blanket around him and George gave him another kiss to the forehead. You probably looked like psychotic helicopter parents but you didn’t care. 

Only a minute into the drive home and Lawrence had fallen asleep. George kept glancing in the rearview mirror to check on him as he drove, while you were almost entirely turned in the passenger seat to keep your eye on him. But he stayed perfectly asleep like a sweet little angel, exhausted from the stressful morning and the side effects of his first vaccines.

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[karivinga]

guys i need a taglist for my lh44 fanfics, lmk if you want to be added