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uhhh unsure of what to write so here's a poll for you guys while i think of something fic-able for u all! 3 days to vote so get at it so i know what to plan for u guys in the future <3

who would you like to see more of?

more lando please!

someone that you've already written for before! (ex: oscar, carlos)

drivers you haven't written for yet listed on your profile! (ex: kimi, daniel)

_______ (name them in the comments!)

Voting ended onFeb 5

[landosaints]

changes ; george russell

you didn't think you were ready to meet your boyfriend's parents. that was, until that very same boyfriend assured you that you were ready.

STARRING -> george russell (gr63 x reader)

WARNINGS/TROPES -> fluff + comfort, established relationship, boyfriend george, mentions of anxiety, discussion about meeting george's parents, kissing, skinship, pet names: darling (reader's)

ARI SAYS -> first george fic how we feelin? actually so excited for this one...i'm a sucker for comfort fics dealing w meeting parents for the first time so....enjoy!

ARI'S PLAYING -> clocks, coldplay

WORD COUNT -> six hundred thirty (630)

"my parents were talking about having us over for dinner tomorrow. what do you think?" george tucks his shoes away in your shared closet, undoing his dark blue button-up before forsaking it in lieu of looking at you.

meeting george's parents. the two of you had discussed this before, as you and george had been going strong for almost seven months now. he believed in introducing you to his family a long time ago, but had waited because of how nervous you were to meet his family.

george had promised to hold off on it as long as he could, and he did just that—until his parents had suggested hosting you and him for dinner tomorrow night.

you're sure your face is in an expression that screams nervousness, because george is quick to notice, sighing softly. "are you nervous still?"

"of course i am, george." you roll your eyes, cheeks flaring up at his intense gaze of you. "your parents are nice, i know they are. they've been so eager to meet me, but..." you trail off, stomach churning with anxiety of all you could do wrong before you mumble, "i don't want to let them down."

george pouts at you, stunning blue eyes softening as he comes to sit beside you on the bed. you're nervously staring down at your hands, eyes catching the glint of the ring george had gifted you when the two of you were only talking.

it winked at you as if it was teasing you, and your heart only sped up when george grabbed your hand. "i know, i know. being nervous to meet your parents is stupid."

"no, darling," george chuckles softly, accented voice soft and sweet as he gently brushes a cupped hand over your cheek. "it's not stupid at all."

"you don't think so?" you ask softly, eyes betraying yourself and glancing up at your gorgeous boyfriend.

george nods, long eyelashes brushing against his fair cheeks as he nods in understanding, soft lips curving into the most sweet smile you think you've ever seen. "it's natural. i was nervous when meeting your parents for the first time, and for the same reason too. i wanted to please them, if only to prove i was worthy enough to have you."

george leans in, eyes searching yours as he lowers his voice. "don't be afraid, darling. i'm going to be there with you the whole time. i want you to meet them, because i want you to become a part of them one day. i want you to become a part of me, one day."

your cheeks warm again at the implication of george's comforting words, lips curving into a smile that sheds all the feelings of anxiousness away.

"so, will you do me the honor of being my date to my parent's dinner tomorrow?" george asks softly, taking your chin in his hand and tilting it up to look at him. your stomach twists with attraction, and you can't help but nod, sighing at his charm. "i will."

"consider me the luckiest man alive, then," george pulls you to him, lips crashing into yours with soft desperation. your eyes close in practiced trust, letting george cup your cheek and kiss you like he has nothing to lose.

once you pull away, both of you are flushed, and you roll your eyes, sheepishly pushing him away from you as you sigh. "remind me to never confide in you ever again. all you're going to do is drive me crazy in the end."

george chuckles at that, pecking your lips a few more times before replying, "that's what i'm here for, darling. to drive you crazy."

when you push him away from you again, he almost goes flying off of the bed.

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we never dated ; oscar piastri

[part 2 of 'prince charming'] oscar piastri never really got jealous; he had everything he could want, and couldn't find a reason to envy someone else. that was, until your attention was stolen away by bristol's curly-headed prince, lando norris.

STARRING -> oscar piastri (op81) x reader (AND hints of lando norris (ln1) x reader 😛)

WARNINGS/TROPES -> modern royalty au (oscar is crown prince of australia and lando is prince of bristol), jealous!oscar, reader is unaware of oscar's jealousy, yearner oscar, skinship (mainly with lando), possessive? oscar, wow there's just a lot

ARI SAYS -> i don't do part twos/series to fics of mine ONLY because of the pressure i put on myself when promising another part but you guys are really liking the prince!oscar au so what can i do 😭 this will probably be a three-part fic so expect one more part after this one (eventually)!

ARI'S PLAYING -> we never dated, sombr

WORD COUNT -> nine hundred seventy-two (972)

oscar piastri didn't know what jealousy was supposed to feel like.

some said oscar was too sweet to envy anyone, and others called him "too spoiled" to even have jealousy as an emotion of his. if he could explain why jealousy never came to him, he would say how lucky he was to be in the position he was now—crown prince of australia was no easy feat, and yet the universe had chosen him.

why would oscar need to be jealous of anyone when he had so many things that others could only dream of having?

at least, that's what he thought before seeing you enter the piastri family's outside lunch party on the arm of another man. a man who wasn't oscar.

and then he felt it.

that sour twinge of sickness that stabbed his gut like a knife. the anger that bubbled up in his chest as if he was ready to explode like lava does out of a volcano. the desire to storm up to you and snatch you from that man like he owned you.

because he did, in a way. he owned you from the first time he asked for your hand for a dance—when he was fourteen and you were twelve, and his heart threated to pound out of his chest because you were so pretty, with your glittering eyes, small yet sweet smile, and hair that shimmered in the lights—

"oscar! come over here!" and that innocent yet pretty voice that accompanied it all.

oscar didn't want to move—not because of you, but because of the apparent sight of someone else on your arm. he moved anyways, feet taking the steps for him before he ends up in front of you.

you're stunning in white, oscar always knew that, but you prove him wrong again today when he sees the sparkles that cover your outfit. you shine without trying, eyes sharp yet sparkling as they crinkle in joy.

"i want you to meet someone." you smile bashfully, and oscar forces the best neutral smile he can to you as you glance up at your date.

"this is lando—well, excuse me, prince lando norris of bristol. you know him though, right?" you question innocently, and oscar's stomach bubbles with that disgusting feeling once more. he pushes it down as best he can, offering out a hand to lando as he takes it.

"nice to see you again, mate." lando smiles briskly, and oscar can't even bring himself to speak, only nodding and smiling in return as he quickly lets go of lando's hand like it's burning his own.

"i didn't know you two were..." oscar trails off as his throat closes up, refusing to finish his thought. together. with each other.

"oh, we're not. not yet, anyways—" you blush, and lando stares down at you like you've hung the stars, smile boyish and bright.

god, oscar feels like he could push lando straight in his handsome, beautifully tanned face.

(oscar couldn't punch anyone if he tried to.)

"he's courting me for a few parties before coming to a decision. i'm not rushing him either—i understand how important pairings are to you royal sons." you giggle, and lando rolls his eyes, lips kicking up in a small smirk.

oscar laughs dryly, eyes darting between you and how enamored lando looks with you. "well, whatever happens, i hope you know i was first."

the sentence is playful on the surface, but lando can clearly sense the tenseness behind oscar's tone. his usual kind brown eyes are darkened and harsh now, and he stares with a sharpness that feels like a knife dragging along lando's skin.

"oscar, s-stop," you blush shyly, lips curving into the prettiest smile oscar thinks he's ever seen as he shrugs. "what? just reminding you who was there before anyone else tried courting you."

the second sentence makes you a bit curious as to what's come over oscar, but you don't question it, looking up at lando as you smile. "let's make sure you see your parents."

"no rush," lando nods, and you nod before stepping away from lando, leaving his side to go and hug oscar. your arms sling around oscar's neck as you close your eyes, and you pull away, looking at him as you sigh.

oscar's frozen, unable to compute why you would leave your dream of a date to hug him, especially when he's talking about courting you and marrying you and—

"your time is going to come, oscar. i know it." the small smile you grant him makes his stomach churn in a way that feels like a raging sea, and he just nods, throat heavy with words he knows he can't say in front of lando before letting you go.

"if it's not with the one i want, then i don't think i want my time to come." oscar says softly, stepping back from you as you soften.

"you say that now—" you start, and oscar just smiles sadly, nodding. "i know that now."

silence stretches between you as something unsaid heavily hangs in the air, and oscar bids you goodbye, turning on his heel and walking away from you. as he turns his back, a pang of something akin to guilt crawls up your skin, and you do your best to ignore it, taking lando's hand and pulling him into the direction of his family.

"are you alright?" lando asks, hazel eyes concerned as he stares down at you. you nod, confusingly blinking back tears as you just sigh. "yeah, i'm alright. just tired."

both you and lando know it's a lie, but neither of you say anything, carrying on with your night like nothing ever happened between you and oscar.

because maybe it did. and maybe it's going to change everything.

arinote: okay part two done! trust we're getting a happy ending for them in the third part BUT!!! angst for the win right? and here's the taglist for people who showed interest in this (lmk if you want to be added/removed!) @vinylphwoar @lunadi1una @jewelsm481

[landosaints]

WE NEVER DATED: the masterlist!

want u (lando norris) prince charming (oscar piastri) [series: prince charming / 1 of 3 ] we never dated (oscar piastri) [series: prince charming / 2 of 3 ] changes (george russell) crushing (lando norris) need you more (oscar piastri) [series: prince charming / 3 of 3] confidence (lando norris) the sweetest taboo (carlos sainz) handsy (lando norris) formally yours (kimi antonelli) still into you (lando norris) little dreamer (daniel ricciardo) pictures of you (oscar piastri) "hey, tipsy" (lando norris)

[landosaints]

prince charming ; oscar piastri

in which oscar intends to walk away with you in his arms, all starting with a dance.

STARRING -> oscar piastri (op81) x reader

WARNINGS/TROPES -> acquaintances to lovers, modern royalty au (oscar is prince of australia), reader is royalty, skinship (lingering touches!!), soft (and sometimes flirty) banter, shy!reader, oscar is actually a gentleman, one kiss at the end <3

ARI SAYS -> the idea was inspired by @verstarris charming mind! prince oscar clicked instantly in my head and i had to do this asap so

ARI'S PLAYING -> bewitched, laufey

WORD COUNT -> eight hundred sixteen (816)

"may i?"

the voice is familiar, one that stirs up a feeling of timidness in your heart as you turn to meet the familiar smiling face of oscar piastri, crown prince of australia and your sweet acquaintance after many balls like this one.

he's offering his hand to you in practiced ease, and you do your best to nod and gracefully bow before him, taking his hand before he slowly walks you to the dance floor.

"you can loosen up. i'm not doing this for a show." oscar has a small smile on his lips as you swing out in front of him as due tradition, shakily inhaling before you come to meet him in the middle. his hand comes to your waist with practiced ease, and your hands join as he starts to spin you across the floor.

"i am as loose as i am going to be tonight, i fear." you try to sigh lightheartedly, and oscar doesn't press you on the matter, nodding as if he understands how you feel.

"let's have fun together. we can talk and catch up as we normally do." oscar's hand is reassuring on your waist as the two of you sway in time with the music.

"marriage candidates aren't boring you too much, are they, prince charming?" you quirk an eyebrow after gaining the strength to let your body do the moving as you conversate with oscar. he rolls his eyes, dark eyebrows scrunching together slightly as he heaves a sigh.

"not too much. i am becoming bored of how many nicknames they can all come up with." oscar softly jabs, and you smile up at him, noting the way his eyes glint at you. "what's the worst one you've heard this week?"

oscar pauses for a moment, cocking his head to the side as he thinks. his dark brown hair whisks with his movement, falling back into his place as he starts to laugh. "one girl called me 'osc-y wosc-y' at dinner, in front of my mother."

"'osc-y wosc-y'? i would have died if i were in that situation." you giggle at the light dust of blush garnishing oscar's freckled face, and he clears his throat, nodding. "i did die. on the inside, of course."

that makes you laugh aloud and lose your footing for a split second, almost stumbling over your own feet. oscar's quick to pull you tight to him, hands flying to your waist to steady you as the music comes to a close.

clapping brings you from the slow-motion daze you felt like you were in moments earlier, and oscar brings his hand to your cheek, lightly pushing a piece of loose hair away as he smiles.

"you okay there?" he asks softly, raising an eyebrow as his hand grazes the skin of your cheek before dropping by his side.

"n-never better." you shyly respond, pulling away from the close proximity to politely bow and clap in thanks to the orchestra for the dance. oscar is too busy trying not to laugh to focus on clapping, and he ends up clapping a little bit too long.

flustered, he clears his throat, and you can't help but laugh aloud, throwing your head back as oscar looks at you with a certain type of fondness in his eyes.

"another dance, please?" oscar softly pleads, stepping close to you to be heard above the din of another peppy violin solo starting off the next dance.

"careful, oscar. people may think you want to marry me after a few too many dances." you teasingly drag your finger down oscar's button-up, and he just smirks under your observation, body tensing slightly as he leans and whispers, "maybe i want that."

the way your cheeks start to bloom and flush is nothing short of embarrassing, and you smile softly, nodding anyways as you again swing out from oscar and bow to him.

"then, if you're ready to face the consequences of your oh-so-gentlemanly-actions..." you return your hands to the position you danced in earlier, and oscar nods, smirk softening into a pleased smile before he cuts you off.

"if only you'll let me add to my already flattering ways," he's pulling you in as part of the dance, slyly pecking your cheek with his lips before you spin away from him. no one would have even noticed the kiss oscar had just given you—he was so nonchalant with it no one could tell what had just transpired between you two.

cheeks warm from being swooned, you can't even find it in yourself to respond to him, content with the biggest smile you can muster as oscar matches it. he continues to spin you around on the tiled dance floor, heart fluttering with the idea of your shared dances becoming something more.

a prince can hope, can't he?

arinote: MEOWWW okay i'm a sucker for prince oscar </3

[landosaints]

want u ; lando norris

being lando's is the best thing ever, you think.

STARRING -> lando norris (ln1) x reader

WARNINGS/TROPES -> fluff, established relationship, boyfriend lando, clingy reader!!, lots of pda, max fewtrell cameo, kissing, some profane language, club setting, touchy lando!!, overall v soft + sweet

ARI SAYS -> welcome to the first official fic on landosaints! i'm so excited to start this new chapter of my writing journey on tumblr...so enjoy this debut with a classic flirty lando scenario! enjoy <3

ARI'S PLAYING -> want u, noevdv

WORD COUNT -> six hundred thirty-eight (638)

chill music bumps and clicks in the dark club, chatter and clinking of glasses mixing into one big sound as the night stretches on. the air is warm, packed with bodies and hype energy from the dance floor just moments earlier, and you feel yourself finally starting to relax.

(in your boyfriend lando's arms, of course.)

he's slumped back in the booth he rented out for your shared friend group, legs spread lazily as he nurses a drink in one hand. your head is tucked into his chest, fingers toying with the chain around his neck as he conversates with his best friend max. lando's pleasantly warm, cologne mixing in with the floral scent of the booth as it washes over you in waves.

you know lando's locked in on the conversation conspiring between the two, noticing the way he subconsciously chews at his lip. he's nodding in understanding at something max said, curls shifting with the movement as he chimes in.

your hands are sliding down lando's exposed forearm, fingers softly grazing his tanned skin as you smile up at him. "lan?"

he looks down at you as if you've hung the stars in the sky, lips quirking up in a small smile as he replies. "yes, love?"

"i wanna go home. i'm tired of these people," you whine teasingly, and your friends giggle while max throws his hands up in the air dramatically. "sorry we're no fun."

"glad you know it, max. you're terribly boring to listen to." you grin in a teasing manner, and max just rolls his eyes, playfully shooing you away.

"i just think someone's too busy climbing lando like a tree." your friend jeers, and you don't even deny it, leaning into lando more as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

"damn right," lando winks, taking a sip of whatever's in his glass before he slowly sits up, allowing you to adjust your position as he grabs his keys and wallet from the table.

"well you heard it here, folks. it's time for us to go." lando groans as he stretches, standing up from his place in the booth before he leaves a nice tip on the table. your friends quickly slide from the booth to let you exit, bidding you goodbye with hugs as max does his handshake with lando for the last time tonight.

after saying goodbye for the night, lando protectively puts his hand on the small of your back before guiding you out of the bumping club. the night sky is clear, fresh with a nice breeze as nightlife continues on the street.

"did you have fun tonight, love?" lando's leaning into you slightly as you two walk to his car, lips brushing your ear in a hurried kiss as you nod. "lots of fun."

"good. i'm glad i could take you with me." lando smiles, one hand in his pocket as the other one grabs yours. you're swinging his arm from side to side, basking in the night air as he leads you to the parking space. once you reach the car door, he opens it for you, sprinting to the other side and starting it as soon as your seatbelt clicks into place.

"we'll stop by somewhere to get you something to eat, and then we can go home and do some netflix and chill, yeah?" lando has one hand on your thigh as he glances behind him before backing out, and you smile happily, nearly jumping out of your chair in joy as you nod. "oh my god, yes, please."

lando chuckles, discarding his cap and tossing it to the back before you hastily run your hand through his curls and peck his lips. "now drive, lover boy."

lando's pressing his foot on the gas as soon as those lovely words leave your mouth.

arinote (a/n): first fic on this account! don't be afraid to reblog <3

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