about me: ann or anna whichever one you prefer! i go by she/her pronouns, british with a penchant for travelling and never being in the right country | 🏴🇫🇷
note: if you've sent me a request and you haven't seen me post it, i'm working on it i promise!
formula one | hockey | titans | harry potter
masterlist ¬ guidlines ¬ requests: open
taken anon emojis: 🐴
omgggg preachers daughter is chef’s kiss! I can’t wait to read more!!!!! Their wedding! First pregnancy! Ooooohhhhh!
But ALSO! Oscar piastri “FREE NOW” OMG PLEASE TAG ME ON THAT. I’ve had that song on repeat!!!!
omg hi!! yes that’s the plan for the next part, i’m so excited for you guys to see what i’m doing with the wedding part of it 🤭
AS FOR FREE NOW UGH I THINK YALL ARE GONNA HATE ME BC ITS SLIGHTLY ANGSTY
an: something a little different while i finish up some wips, i wrote this the morning t8's song came out, beautiful song again. i refuse to elaborate on the end, its just a short thing lolsie
wc: 1,9k
The bass thumped in Lando’s chest as the nightclub lights pulsed in chaotic harmony with the music. Fresh off the thrill of his victory in Vegas, his smile hadn’t left his face for hours, and the adrenaline still hummed in his veins. His crew surrounded him, some already leaning over the velvet rope at the VIP section to take selfies with eager fans, others raising glasses in cheers that melted into the cacophony of the club.
“Here’s to Vegas!” Max shouted, clinking a tumbler of whiskey against Lando’s champagne flute.
an: GUYS IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS AU! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist for this au im so ready, it'll be tagged as #preacheraumax on my page if you want to find all the posts. i'm already writing pt 3, feel free to talk to me abt this au!!
wc: 6.3k
The late-afternoon sun spilled golden light over the trailer park, painting the rusted edges of Max’s trailer with a soft glow. From the open window of his trailer, the smell of dinner drifted out—pasta, he thought, though he wasn’t sure. She’d insisted on cooking again, and he hadn’t had it in him to argue. He leaned against his car outside for a minute, absently wiping his hands with an oil-stained rag, trying—and failing—to ignore the way his T-shirt hung loose on her frame when she flitted through the tiny kitchen through the small window.
A week of this. A week of her brushing past him, all sweet smiles and quiet thank-yous, like she didn’t notice the way his pulse spiked every time she tucked her hair behind her ear or hummed while folding his clothes. He’d been respectful, giving her space, knowing she needed time to heal, but damn if she didn’t make it difficult.
call me interlagos!max with the way i came running to this askbox. give me ANYTHING about preacher's daughter x max. i need them.
BAHAHAH IMMA START USING THAT! ILL TAG U IM ABOUT TO POST SOMETHING
🐴 here! Could you write a fic where the preacher’s daughter and Max moved in together??
I’m going to be obsessed with this AU
nonnie you’re reading my mind, i’m posting something tonight i’ve been working on it all day
an: can you tell i have an amazing music taste, anyway i’m finishing up a lot of my wips this weekend therefore be ready for a bit of stuff to come out!! i need to update my master list
warnings: domestic abuse, religious themes obvs
wc: 10.2k
Max was never one for church.
Never believed in any of that.
But God, would he get on his knees for a girl.
He couldn’t even remember when he first saw her—it was like she’d always been there, glowing in a way that made his chest tighten and his palms itch to touch what he had no business reaching for.
She was perfect in that untouchable kind of way. Always smiling, always polite. The kind of girl who said "please" and "thank you" without sounding fake. She had a laugh that could make angels jealous and a silver cross around her neck that caught the light just right, like some divine shield.
oh, i need a second part more than i need the air i breathe.
we’ll be glad i’ve chosen to turn this into a whole ass AU - people come talk to me in the anon box because i’ve got so many ideas of things to do with them
SHOW ME TO ME RACHEL.
ALL MY OTHER FICS ARE ON HIATUS AS I POST MORE PREACHERS DAUGHTER
SOMETHING WILL BE OUT TONIGHT
an: can you tell i have an amazing music taste, anyway i’m finishing up a lot of my wips this weekend therefore be ready for a bit of stuff to come out!! i need to update my master list
warnings: domestic abuse, religious themes obvs
wc: 10.2k
Max was never one for church.
Never believed in any of that.
But God, would he get on his knees for a girl.
He couldn’t even remember when he first saw her—it was like she’d always been there, glowing in a way that made his chest tighten and his palms itch to touch what he had no business reaching for.
She was perfect in that untouchable kind of way. Always smiling, always polite. The kind of girl who said "please" and "thank you" without sounding fake. She had a laugh that could make angels jealous and a silver cross around her neck that caught the light just right, like some divine shield.
oh, i need a second part more than i need the air i breathe.
we’ll be glad i’ve chosen to turn this into a whole ass AU - people come talk to me in the anon box because i’ve got so many ideas of things to do with them
https://www.tumblr.com/theonottsbxtch/767254369865482240/oh-my-god-the-preachers-daughter-chefs-kiss
🐴 Oh my god im honored 🥹🥹 and for the max thing, I cannot wait. Much love! 🫶🏻
heheheh i think i might focus on preacher’s daughter first because i have SO many ideas. like UGH imagien them moving in together or like having a kid together JUST AHHHHH
🐴 OH MY GOD. THE PREACHER’S DAUGHTER? Chefs kiss 🤌🏻
Like seriously, very good writing! I’m getting spoiled when it comes to Max 🤭
OMG HI I WAS THINKING OF YOU WHEN I WROTE THIS!! i’m low-key thinking of making this an au or maybe multiple parts. i just want to go so far with them i have so many ideas of things to do with them UGGHGGGGHG
there is another max thing coming soon 🤭
an: can you tell i have an amazing music taste, anyway i’m finishing up a lot of my wips this weekend therefore be ready for a bit of stuff to come out!! i need to update my master list
warnings: domestic abuse, religious themes obvs
wc: 10.2k
Max was never one for church.
Never believed in any of that.
But God, would he get on his knees for a girl.
He couldn’t even remember when he first saw her—it was like she’d always been there, glowing in a way that made his chest tighten and his palms itch to touch what he had no business reaching for.
She was perfect in that untouchable kind of way. Always smiling, always polite. The kind of girl who said "please" and "thank you" without sounding fake. She had a laugh that could make angels jealous and a silver cross around her neck that caught the light just right, like some divine shield.
🐴 here and I’m in love with the max and brazil fic! I am excited for what else you come up with for my other requests!!
Bye for now until I come up with requests 🫶🏻🫶🏻
BRO IM ABOUT TO POST THE MAX PREACHERS DAUGHTER BE REAADY
but thank you x
Hey! Just saw your reblog abt Franco's media trainer already losing the battle, and I wanted to request Franco x media trainer reader.
Thank you so much!
OH MY GOD YOURE SO SMART IM ADDING TO MY LIST
The fact that this is the girl in charge of giving Franco the media training. She already lost the battle.
he’s gonna come out of that media training worse than before
oscar outing himself as adult Snapchat user… I fear this is where I draw the line…
lando also has snap…
i just feel like those snaps would be so fucking funny. 23 (+ alex albon) and below know how to use it then you have george russell and co who CANNOT make it function to save his life
Omg the Charles soulmate one 🥹
https://www.tumblr.com/theonottsbxtch/767067799845814273/wips-as-of-131124
🤭🤭🤭 it very much is in progress
an: this is the most requested part three. i fell asleep so many times writing this but i’m waiting for tate’s new song so it gave me something to do. not proof read.
wc: 8.3k
It was nearly dawn when Franco turned off the engine, but the silence felt hollow. He sat motionless in the cockpit of his car, his hands still gripping the wheel even though he had finished his lap over an hour ago. The empty track stretched before him, a stark grey line splitting the waking sky, and for a fleeting moment, he considered taking off down it one more time, just for the noise.
That had been the only reason he'd even bothered coming out this morning. Noise. Anything loud enough to cut through the thick numbness that had settled over his life the last two years. Even racing—his childhood dream, his only real thrill—felt distant, just another repetition in an endless loop of things he used to care about.
