lando norris

Max truly hates Formula One race weekends. Running his own coffee shop isn’t going to make him rich any time soon, but it is enough for the quiet life he so desperately wanted when he ran away from home at fourteen without ever looking back. Unfortunately, not even his wonderful friends who were willing to jump onto a sinking ship just to keep Max company as he drowned changed the fact that his week was going to be hell. or: in a world where max has tried his very damn best to leave the world of formula one in the past, it comes stumbling back into his life one thursday in august and reels him back in.

Max Verstappen's life turned around in a short span of a month when he joined the Hamilton-pack. They have been together for fifteen years and a lot of trauma can fit into that time span but so can love. But how did the pack come to be? What are their stories? //can be read as a standalone

“You know… Those posters for missing cats and dogs always include some sort of reward.” “Are you asking me for money?” Charles asks, sounding utterly bewildered. Max cackles loudly, and it comes out a little hysterical. “No, Charles. I meant—” “Ah,” Charles says, and then, without any hesitation, drops to his knees between Max’s legs, hands reaching for his belt. or; a fat tabby cat, a presumptuous bottom, a ski trip, and an endeared max verstappen.

Max's life was never easy, but that was nothing new. When he finally won the title and became a World Champion, everything seemed fine, untill it wasn't.

“oscar, lando has crashed out at turn 16 and is into the barriers.” the radio is muffled and fuzzy but the message is clear. except, he didn’t need to be told at all. he already feels it. or soulmates can feel each other’s pain, and oscar realizes his las vegas grand prix hurts a hell lot.

Oscar should’ve known.Oscar should’ve known, from the very first second he saw him. Perhaps he was shocked, after not seeing Lando for the last 15 years, some details flew over his head, but everything was so clear now… Lando’s plump lips and his perfect cupid’s bow, his vivid ocean eyes and doll eyelashes, his perfectly curled hair, the way his honeyed skin glistened under the evening sun, or his heart shaped smile when he laughed. It was all so clear … but Oscar couldn’t make sense out of his friend’s ethereal beauty up until now. Lando is standing right in front of him, pure white wings displayed gracefully on his back, delicate feathers slowly falling on their living room’s floor. Oscar stares in awe, and Lando stares back, confused. “You— you can see me ?” or in which cupid lacks love, and Oscar’s got the heart eyes.

Oscar can vividly remember the first time he killed someone. He hadn't meant to, it was an accident at first. He only wanted to scare the girl. To give her a warning to stay away and keep her disgusting hands off of Lando Norris. But the adrenaline had spiked through his veins, sending him into a euphoric high, and the more blood that spilled, the higher the rush. It felt so good, too good. OR In a small town, everyone has their secrets. It just so happens this small town is full of the most twisted ones.

George was so focused on his crochet hooks and on finishing the latest round of stitches that he didn’t realise right away that an alpha was standing in front of him. It was only when he paused and repositioned the ball of soft blue wool that the scent of luxury moisturising cream and lead pencil penetrated.

“Is this a thing now?” Lando grins, leans on the counter and tips closer, “maybe. Would you like it to be?” Oscar bites his lip and flushes a little – which is an image Lando is not going to stop thinking about for the next five hours – considering. Lando distantly wonders what pros and cons he’s weighing. After a few agonising seconds, he shrugs. “Sure. Keeps things interesting.” Lando is absolutely going to take that. Lando is completely normal about the cute barista working at his local coffee shop. So normal, in fact, that he creates a points system based on how flustered Oscar gets over his pickup lines.