The New Kid on the Grid Part 3 | Part 2 | Part 1 |
Rookie!Fem!Reader x 2025 Grid (Platonic)
Warnings: aggresive blue lizard, probably bad writing
Words: ~645
Saturday, you didn’t get rid of Frank. You wouldn’t. Instead, you carried him everywhere. Were you in the garage? So was Frank. Were you grabbing a snack from hospitality? Frank had to come along. Were you going to find an FIA rep to plead for Frank’s permission to stay? Then so did Frank, because how else were you going to convince them?
“No.”
“What, come on! He’s adorable.”
“It is a lizard.”
“He is Frank.”
“Do you really want a five second penalty over a lizard?”
“I would die for Frank.”
Your team manager was not happy with you. Or Frank.
“We are not paying that penalty.”
“He’s our mascot. We can’t do that?”
“We?”
“We.”
Your team manager sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Just let him free.”
Pouting, you walk away, Frank’s tank under your arm.
The Emergency Meeting
Oscar: “What’s going on?”
Charles: “Are you alright?”
Carlos: “Are you dying?”
You: “Uh… No?”
George: “Why do you have a lizard?”
Ollie: “That’s Frank.”
You: “And they want me to let him go.”
Max: “Then let him go.”
You looked at him like he’d personally offended you, clutching the tank closer to your chest. And then it clicked. The grin on your face was close to maniacal.
Carlos: “That does not look safe. You do not look sane.”
Charles: “Do not call an emergency meeting over your lizard ever again.”
Ten minutes later, you, Kimi, Ollie and George (who was mainly there for damage control and had voiced multiple times that it was a stupid idea) initiated a plan that was r/maliciouscompliance worthy: you let Frank go. With his belly full of dried crickets and a note wrapped carefully around his foot — which said: ‘I bite (sometimes)’ — you released him into Race Control. Because, really, there were no instructions as to where to release your little mascot.
The FIA had been vague about the whole thing anyway. ‘The premises’ could have just been the garage, and quite technically, you didn’t legally own Frank, so he wasn’t your pet.
Regardless, Frank was free, and terrifying the crap out of nearly every person he skittered by.
Not even five minutes later, you got a call.
FIA manager: “Come pick up your lizard.”
You: “What lizard?”
FIA manager: “The blue one- please do not tell me you have more.”
You: “I won’t.”
FIA manager: Audibly sighing. “... Please just pick up your lizard.”
You: “But I don’t want that penalty.”
FIA manager: “Just catch it! We’ll make you an exception, whatever. Just get it out of here.”
You: Grinning at the others. “Deal.”
That is how the four of you proceed to spend your break before Qualifications chasing Frank down. Little Frank caused more chaos than the four of you combined, proceeding to:
Cause five onsite FIA workers into a visible panic, like he was some mouse in their home.
Take a snack out of Lewis’ lunch.
Bite at Charles’ ankle (yes, really).
Thanks to Charles’ sacrifice, you were able to catch Frank, prying him off. “You’ll be fine,” you reassured a paling Leclerc, who just stared at you with something akin to the thousand-yard stare.
He was not happy. It’s fine. You’d bribe him with croissants or something later.
Post-Race
Frank was not a lucky charm. At all. You lost control of the car in Turn 5, Lap 3. Luckily, you weren’t injured (though your ego was). After podium and recovery, you left at the end of the day with Frank’s tank under your arm. Right outside of the premises, you put it down and crouched beside it, cradling Frank in your hands one final time.
“Do not bite anyone again. I heard it’s not nice. Farewell Frank.”
Then you released Frank, and he disappeared into the foliage, though he would never disappear from your heart.
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AN: Not 100% happy with what I’ve written, but I’m treating this as a lowkey writing exercise. Still hoping you lot enjoy this. Not sure what Part 4 is going to be, either some angst or bonding or something. Very open for ideas.
Thinking about Frank( OC of mine) becuase thanks to things i can't post about him but i love him so much.
Anyways a thing he likes to do is fight. He also likes to dance, so you can imagine him doing the sickest moves while ripping you apart <3
He is usually serious but the moment you put some good music he will dance while still having the serious face. People think he is not into those things( singing and dancing) and oh boy... they are so wrong
