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sunshine! 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ln1

summary: when lando starts posting a new mystery figure to his instagram with no warning, fans get rabid trying to find their identity. but aside from lando's obsessive posting, the target of their hunt doesn't exist. in your cozy monaco world, you and lando agree to one thing: private, but not secret. the world will never know your name, but they will know that lando loves you.

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lando history isn't so bad 🧿

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user okay but WHO is that on slide 6??

user IS THIS A HARD LAUNCH?

user THERE WAS NO SOFT LAUNCH, THIS IS THE HARDEST LAUNCH I'VE EVER WITNESSED user I'M SPEECHLESS, POWER MOVE FROM LANDO user why is the face card so lethal?? who even is that??

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The Bet They Never Lost

Max Verstappen x Schumacher!reader

Synopsis: Childhood friends turned F1 royalty, Max and Ciara finally realise the love everyone else saw coming — and now he’ll burn the world down before he lets anything touch her.

Moonlight Radio: A video popped up on my 'for you page' of little Max and Michael having a hug and I just couldn’t resist writing this one. I’ve had the character Ciara Schumacher in the bank for awhile, so I thought this is the perfect time to use her. (And keep her in mind as I’ve got big plans for her and max in the future!)

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pairing: max verstappen x antonelli!reader

everyone in the paddock knows kimi antonelli. very few know he has an older sister, and even fewer know that max verstappen has been hopelessly in love with her since the moment she asked him if he'd eaten.

warnings: fluff, smau

note: hello ♡ this was written for an absolutely lovely request by @ateliefloresdaprimavera i hope i did your idea justice! i took a few creative liberties to flesh the story out while keeping the heart of your request the same. enjoy!! - dean

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yn.antonelli i raised him better than this!!!! @.kimi.antonelli

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Latch On

Summary: It was the first night of you and Lando sleeping in your new house and he slept like a baby

Song: Latch · Sam Smith

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Part5: For Real This Time

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Toto Wolff x fakegirlfriend!engineer!reader George Russell x engineer!reader — one-sided crush

Summary: The PR campaign has worked. Toto’s image is warmer, George is interested, and Bradley gives you both permission to stop pretending. Perfect result. Terrible timing. Because you got what you wanted, and somehow your heart still keeps looking for Toto.

Warnings: fake dating ending, jealousy, emotional angst, sweet!George, heartbroken!Toto.

Word count: 4.5k

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❝haunted doll❞

pairing: kimi antonelli x haunted doll!reader

warnings: hateful comments, intimidation gift, emotional distress, protective kimi, happy ending.

word count: 2,426 | previous

a/n: another late-night continuation. hope you all enjoy 🤗

amore = love, mia bella = my darling/beautiful.

ଓ english is not my first language, be kind.

The Monaco paddock was no place for people like you. If the other circuits were corporate showcases, Monte Carlo was a lavish court laid bare for all to see. It was an aquarium of opulence, where the sun glinted off the white hulls of the millionaires’ yachts moored in the harbour and off the heavy jewellery of people who had never known what it meant to be invisible. There, the light seemed deliberately more intense, more aggressive, like a spotlight trained on you, ready to lay bare every pore of your pale skin, every flaw in your armour and every second of your introspective hesitation.

As you walked alongside Kimi, you felt exactly like a splash of India ink falling onto immaculate white linen. You marred Monaco’s golden aesthetic. And the world hated it when the symmetry of its futility was disrupted.

Kimi, on the other hand, seemed to have been born for that spotlight. He carried himself with a relaxed air, the very embodiment of the charisma and radiant energy that Formula 1 so coveted. He was Mercedes’ golden boy, the Italian prodigy who smiled at the photographers with disconcerting ease, waved to the VIPs peering out from the balconies of their multi-million-dollar apartments, and exuded a vitality that made his stomach churn — not with envy, but with a profound sense of strangeness. How was it possible for someone to contain so much brilliance without getting burnt?

You shrank back slightly inside your dark coat, the large black headphones covering your ears like a physical barrier against the outside world. You didn’t need the sound to know what people were doing. You could feel the vibration of camera lenses swivelling in your direction, mobile phones pointed at you from low angles, the sidelong glances of the designer-clad guests parading about in their exorbitantly expensive sunglasses.

"My God, the sun's blazing and she's dressed in black from head to toe. She looks like she's just come from a funeral." The words of a group of fans by the barrier pierced through your headphones, their voices laced with a biting mockery that scraped painfully against your mind.

"Why did he bring that parasite with him to Monaco?" Another comment came from closer by, this one from two girls clutching team caps.

You didn't stop. You didn't even hesitate. Your dull eyes remained fixed on the tarmac beneath your feet, but you felt Kimi's hand slide from the small of your back to your waist, his fingers gripping the fabric of your clothes with an almost painful firmness. He had heard them. His jaw was clenched, the charismatic smile he'd been wearing mere seconds earlier faltering for a split second. Kimi absorbed their venom for you, and seeing the sunshine boy tense with a mysterious sort of pain hurt far more than any insult ever directed at your pallor.

The Mercedes hospitality suite appeared ahead, a monument to modern luxury. Walking inside felt like being stripped bare beneath fluorescent lights. The air conditioning was freezing, while the scent of expensive espresso and designer perfume filled the room. You noticed the looks from the team's guests: glances that began on Kimi with admiration and ended on you with puzzled disdain. They couldn't understand why Mercedes' golden jewel carried a burden as motionless as you.

You slipped away from him with a gentle, almost imperceptible movement and retreated to the furthest corner of the room, where the shadows seemed to respect your presence. Sitting down in a leather armchair, you crossed your legs and fixed your lifeless eyes on an invisible point in the glass wall.

While Kimi was pulled into conversations with engineers and sponsors, you closed your eyes for a brief moment. Your mind, forever introspective, perceived the world as a collection of frequencies. Theirs were fast, loud, clamorous. Yours was a constant hum, a low, steady note that no one else seemed capable of hearing.

For the thousandth time, you wondered why you subjected yourself to all of this. The noise, the judgement, the invisible weight of being the parasite in the life of someone who only knew how to shine. But then you opened your eyes and caught Kimi's reflection in the Mercedes glass. He was looking at you over the shoulders of guests, sending you a sweet smile.

And in that moment, you remembered: he was the reason you were here. You only had to focus on him, not on anyone else.

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The private Mercedes motorhome was the only place where the air seemed less stifling. Inside, far from the glass walls of the hospitality area, the muffled noise of the paddock sounded like a distant radio broadcast. Kimi stepped inside, giving the door a gentle kick to close it, his arms laden with a black canvas bag full of gifts that the press office had collected from reception.

There was a bit of everything: letters in colourful envelopes, caps, a t-shirt, chocolates that he probably wasn’t allowed to eat, and so many plushies. Kimi dumped it all onto the leather sofa with the typical enthusiasm of someone who was still in awe of the public’s love.

But then, his eyes fell on the bottom of the bag.

"Hey... wait a second." he said, his voice shifting, taking on a note of genuine surprise. He pulled out a black box made of sturdy cardboard, tied with a dark satin ribbon. On the tag, written by hand in shaky letters, was your name. Not his. Yours.

The smile on Kimi’s face widened instantly – that broad, radiant smile that disarmed any journalist at press conferences. His eyes sparkled with an almost childlike optimism.

"Look at this, amore." He turned to you, holding out the box as though he were presenting a trophy. "It's for you. I told you... I told you they'd start seeing who you really are. Someone's finally done something for you."

You looked at the black box in his hands. Your dull eyes, accustomed to seeing the world through its gothic, grey undertones, did not share his excitement. You knew the paddock. You knew the internet. The public wouldn't waste their time sending black boxes tied with dark ribbons to the "Corpse Bride" out of pure affection.

"Open it," Kimi encouraged, sitting on the arm of the chair you occupied, his body leaning forwards, taut with hopeful anticipation. He wanted so badly for you to be loved by his world. He desperately needed that validation to ease the weight of the comments you'd both overheard at the entrance.

You pulled on the end of the satin ribbon. The knot came undone without a struggle. Your hands, pale against the dark cardboard, lifted the lid.

The silence that followed in the motorhome was piercing.

Kimi's smile didn't simply vanish; it collapsed. His eyes, once filled with anticipation, fixed on the porcelain creature lying amidst the torn tissue paper. It was an antique doll, but one that had been subjected to meticulous cruelty. Its porcelain skin had been painted a morbid grey, almost bluish in hue, mimicking a corpse. Its eyes, once bright, had been scratched out and gouged with some sort of blade, leaving behind two black, hollow, lifeless sockets. A white dress stained with fake blood had been attached to the top of its head, while a piece of old, filthy lace had been arranged to resemble a bridal veil.

A literal portrayal. A physical joke. Corpse Bride. The Haunted Doll.

"What the fuck is this?" Kimi's voice came out low and rough, completely unlike the tone he usually used.

The atmosphere shifted in an instant. The well of charisma and sweetness vanished, replaced by a violent urgency. Kimi shot to his feet, his face flushing with a mixture of rage and humiliation.

You, on the other hand, looked at the doll and didn't feel nearly as disturbed as you probably should have. For someone who lived inside her own gothic, introspective mind, the vandalism inflicted upon the piece didn't frighten you.

He reached out to snatch the box from your lap. "Give me that. I'm throwing this shit in the bin right now." He hissed, fists clenched at his sides, chest heaving beneath his Mercedes shirt.

"Kimi, no." You said in your usual calm voice, hugging the box against your chest.

"No, no... I'll... I'll speak to PR. I'll make a public statement right now. I'll post something on social media. They can't do this to you, you haven't done anything to anyone!" He paced back and forth in the confined space of the motorhome like a caged animal, fury consuming the golden boy. He wanted to break something. He wanted to protect you with his own body if necessary.

"Kimi. Listen to me." You spoke again, trying to catch his attention.

Kimi stopped pacing. He looked at you, eyes bloodshot with anger, lips trembling.

"Don't do it." You continued, speaking slowly, keeping your dull eyes fixed on his. With him, you didn't need armour. "If you make a statement, if you shout at the world, they win. They'll know their poison worked. They'll see that they managed to hurt you through me. And the last thing Mercedes needs before a race is a destabilised driver."

"But... look at what they did, amore." He stepped forward, dropping to his knees in front of you, resting his hands on your thighs. His anger began to wilt, giving way to something far worse: deep pain, devastating guilt. "They're cruel. They attack you just because you don't want to smile for their cameras. Just because you're... you."

He lowered his head, pressing his forehead against your knees.

"It's my fault." He whispered, his voice muffled by the fabric of your trousers. "If you weren't with me, if you weren't in this hell of a paddock, nobody would be calling you those names. Nobody would be sending you... this. I brought you into this aquarium, and now they're trying to drown you in it. I'm so sorry... I'm so, so sorry."

You reached out, pale, cool fingers stroking the curls in his hair. You didn't feel like a victim. The outside world simply didn't matter enough to hurt you.

"They're not destroying me, and it isn't your fault." You said with all the sincerity your introspective soul could gather.

He lifted his face, damp eyes meeting your dull, empty ones—which, to him, were the safest place in the universe.

You looked away from him for a moment and reached into the black box, carefully taking out the vandalised porcelain doll. You held it gently, your fingers tracing the scratches carved into its face.

"I'll take her home when the weekend is over." You said, an almost imperceptible softness crossing your features. "I'll try to remove the paint, disguise the scratches, give her a new dress, and she'll be perfect again."

Kimi remained kneeling in front of you, hands spread across your thighs, watching the calm way your pale fingers traced the contours of the ruined porcelain doll. The contrast between the world's aggression and your gentleness seemed to short-circuit his mind. His chest still rose and fell with indignation, but your quiet, controlled voice acted like a sedative.

"How do you do it?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper, eyes fixed on yours. There was such profound admiration in his gaze, a love that bordered on the sacred. "How do you stay so indifferent to them? They call you horrible names, they throw all this poison at you… and you're sitting here planning to fix this stupid doll. I wish I had half your strength. I wish it didn't hurt me so much to see what they do to you."

You let out a short breath, the closest thing you ever came to a laugh, and placed the doll in the corner beside his helmet. Then you turned your full attention back to the driver. Your hands left the damaged toy and moved to his face, cold fingers shaping the line of his jaw that was still rigid with tension.

"It's easy to be indifferent to them, Kimi." You said, keeping your dull eyes locked on his, allowing him to see the truth you hid from the rest of the world. "They don't know me. To the paddock, the media, the people at the barriers… I'm just a blur of black, a ghost they've invented. They hate the character they've created in their heads, not me."

You leaned forwards slightly, bringing your face closer to his, feeling the warmth of the Italian's breath.

"My parents know me. My friends know me. And, above all… you know me. You know every line of my silence. What the rest of the world thinks is just background noise."

Kimi's eyes softened completely, shining with an intensity that almost made you look away. He couldn't bear the distance any longer. He pressed his lips to yours in a calm, deep kiss, one that seemed to draw all the dust and harshness of that Monaco paddock away from you. It was a kiss that carried a silent promise. One kiss at the corner of your mouth, another against your forehead, followed by a trail of affection across your pale cheek.

"I love you so much," he murmured against your skin, hands sliding to your waist, pulling you closer as though he wanted to merge you into him. "I love you, I love you, mia bella. Never forget that."

"I love you too." You replied, and the tiny smile that appeared on your lips was enough to make him smile back, the sunshine boy returning to life within the isolation of that motorhome.

The anger Kimi had felt in that room didn't disappear; it transformed into fuel.

After securing a stunning pole position and winning the Monaco Grand Prix, there you were beside his father. Before you could retreat into the safety of the shadows, his gloved hands cupped your face. He pulled you towards him and kissed you. A passionate, needy kiss in front of the entire world. The deafening clicks of hundreds of cameras went off at once, capturing the perfect contrast of the victorious driver covered in sweat holding his pale, gothic girlfriend.

When he pulled away slightly, still breathing hard, he kept his forehead pressed against yours, ignoring everyone around him.

"That one was for you." He whispered loudly enough for those nearby to hear, his voice firm and edged with pride. "I told you I'd win for you."

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Authors Note: Hey lovies… 🧍🏻‍♀️I’m still alive! Sorry I’ve been gone for so long. I finally had a small chance to sit down and write something again. As you know, I don’t write smut all that often, so I hope this lives up to your expectations. This doesn’t mean I’m officially back, I just wanted to post something for you all. I hope you’re all doing well and taking care of yourselves. Lots of love xx

Summary: After weeks of being separated, you and Lewis finally reunite and make the most of your time together.

Warnings: sexual themes - oral sex (female receiving)

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hi! love ur workkkk :) can i request a lando x reader where lando obv travels a lot so he isnt home a lot of the times and worries abt her being lonely, so reader lies and tells him she has all these friends but really shes struggling a lot being in monaco alone and doesn’t have any friends. lando comes home to surprise her and maybe he comes home in the middle of reader being upset about how lonely she feels and she tells him the truth. slight angst with lots of comfort maybe ending where some of the wags like alexandra and/or carmen invite her out!

Don’t Pretend for Me

Lando Norris x Girlfriend!reader

Synopsis: Reader hides her loneliness in Monaco until Lando comes home early and finds her upset. After she finally admits the truth, he comforts her and connects her with Alexandra and Carmen, who welcome her at brunch and help her feel less alone.

Warning: social anxiety, emotional comfort

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