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When Sebastian Vettel said “Everyone is a Ferrari fan”, he probably didn’t mean ‘even the Devil himself’.
Charles Leclerc is a demon who has disobeyed his superiors too many times, his punishment is to fufill the Devil’s wishes and help Ferrari win a world championship without revealing he’s anything other than human.
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When the Archangels hear about the Devil's pointless little mission, they send one of their subordinates down in retaliation. They can't have the delicate balance of the universe being disrupted, even for something as small as this.
Max Verstappen is the angel chosen for the job.
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Demon!Charles has to win the world championship for Ferrari or face eternal damnation, Angel!Max is sent to stop him from causing havoc, they're both way more interested in racing than they should be, and driving fast cars isn’t the only guilty pleasure they indulge in….
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04 Sep 2026
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Lewis shrugs, "You probably have more in common with the kid than you think. You're both vampires, for one."
Charles laughs, "Good one, LH"
Lewis doesn't join him, "Why would I be joking about this?"
Charles rolls his eyes, "Because if Kimi Antonelli is really a vampire, I would have to talk to Mercedes about starving their drivers." he jokes. Lewis goes very still. Charles thinks this joke is going a bit too far.
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OR, Kimi Antonelli was bitten and turned as a baby. His family are horribly misinformed about vampire biology. It takes eighteen years and a very pissed off vampire Ferrari driver for Kimi to finally feast.
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- Part 1 of magickal mishaps || f1 supernatural au
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04 Sep 2026
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“Jesus Christ,” Lando whispered. “I just told Max Verstappen to fuck off. On camera. In a wedding skirt. To protect my—” He froze, gesturing helplessly at the Aussie still watching him with infuriating calm. “—my husband.”
Oscar raised a single eyebrow. He looked about as hungover as Lando felt, but there was a wry tilt to his mouth.
“Well,” he said flatly. “At least you were committed.”
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Lando Norris went to Vegas to celebrate taking the lead in the WDC. He left with a hangover, a husband, and a skirt.
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01 Sep 2026
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*This is who I am,* Lando declared internally, staring into his own eyes in the glass. *I'm Lando Norris. I like loud music, I like partying, I like girls, and I like winning. I do not stay awake at night pining over my Australian teammate like some tragic, desperate romantic.*
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81 days. No lies. No exceptions.
It started as a joke in a quiet hotel room after Zandvoort, a reckless bet between two teammates who thought they had nothing to hide. The rule was simple: total, unvarnished honesty. They could walk away or refuse to answer, but they couldn’t lie.
At first, it’s just banter and bad complaints about team PR, but somewhere between midnight hotel rooms, shared flights, and the pressure of a championship fight, the questions get a little too real. Stripped of telemetry traces and media-trained answers, Lando begins to realize that total transparency is dangerous.
Because some truths are easy to ignore, until you’re forced to say them out loud.
Or: A slow-burn Landoscar fanfiction about one terrible idea, two teammates, and eighty-one days of honesty.
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27 Aug 2026
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Oscar begs for just 100 days in someone’s arms. Lando thinks he could manage a measly 100 days.
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27 Aug 2026