#Ferneste

[fleshmouth]

See How (See how it goes)

[estiebestieban]

Title: AMBIRAMUS Rating: E Pairing: Fernando Alonso/Esteban Ocon Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics / Alternate Universe - Ambiguous Historical / Alternate Universe - Fantasy / Arranged Marriage / There Was Only One Bed / Slow Burn / Angst and Hurt/Comfort / Angst with a Happy Ending / Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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Esteban, the only child, unfortunate Omega, and heir of the Ocon estate, finds himself engaged to an Alpha he has never met before by the name of Max Verstappen. He also finds himself in the company of Fernando Alonso, a gruff and crude Alpha who was tasked by Esteban’s mate-to-be to ensure his safe voyage across the world.

Only one of those things seems to be somewhat of an issue.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯   This fic is still a work in progress. The first four chapters have been posted as part of the Formula 1 Fantasy Fest

READ IT HERE.

[tonnerredebrest]

a tired canadian trying to put back together two annoying europeans

summary: Lance is tired. Tired of putting Esteban back up each times Alonso just looks at him, tired of feeling shitty about Mick leaving, and exhausted about having said Spaniard as his teammate. Yet, he needs to be strong, for he’ll learn he has a new quest for the 2023 season: making his teammate and friend see reason, and date again. Also he’ll have to threaten some people to get Mick back on the grid, but nothing is impossible. tags: eventual happy ending, crack, emotional hurt/comfort, eventual fluff, breaking up and getting back together, warnings: none apply, some f-bomb swearing. Part: 1 of 6

Part 2 ;

Part 1

When the news brake out, Lance only raises an eyebrow.

BREAKING: Fernando Alonso to race for Aston Martin in 2023

Yes, he has the F1 app. Sue him.

Lance isn’t impressed. Everyone thinks he gets to have more insights on the seam since his dad is the owner, but he doesn’t. His father “doesn't want to distract him from racing” or whatever bullshit he can come up with to keep his son away from potential gossip material. What a shame.

He knows how this is going to go. Yet another old driver coming to the team before retiring. Lance has seen what he green tractor car did to Seb, and he doesn’t doubt it’ll do the same to the Spaniard. He knows the old man won’t go doing without a fight, kicking, screaming, trying to claw his way out of retirement. But the Aston Martin tractor is more powerful than this delusional geriatric.

“I just don’t know why you are so upset,” Lance says to a crying Este, who is laying on his and Mick’s laps. “He’s just another old man doing war crimes.”

Esteban looks at him, only to cry even louder. Mick shoots him a very disappointed look, and Lance gives him the how-could-i-know look. The German driver shoots back with you’re-being-a-petty-bitch. Lance can only wriggle his eyebrows, only-for-you-baby.

“Stop having a silence conversation, and focus on me instead? He’s publicly divorcing me!” Esteban whimpers, opening a second packet of Kleenex.

Lance opens his mouth. Mick immediately frowns. The Canadian driver bites the “you’re not even married” back down his throat. One of the Powerpuff boys in is shambles. Mick is right, he should support the French disaster driver instead of making jokes, albeit good jokes, at his expense.

[hello-sapphic-mess-here]

Web update no. 2

slowed down a bit but still going strong

so here's a web diagram(?) i have where i keep track of all driver pairings i have ever seen on the internet

[no-name-cats]

Fernest from Cult of the lamb

[promiscuousasexual]

lmao lee this was a literal shower thought i had in the middle of the night and since (to my knowledge anyway) you're my only mutual that's both a rosquez girlie (gn) and an este-stan so i knew you would understand

now let me be clear that brocedes is definitely the f1 equivalent of rosquez in terms of lore that makes you go 'what the actual FUCK'

but the actual 'hero worship → competing against each otheer → matching each other's freak → rivals because of matching each other's freak' rosquez dynamic? that's ferneste to a fucking t

LMFAOO HANNAH you are literally my favorite person ever i think you are also my only mutual who is an este-stan and a marc/rosquez girlie (gn)

you are literally so right though like i can’t believe i’ve never thought about it before. in terms of structure and relationship dynamics, this is spot on like you’re 100% correct. the whole never meet your heroes thing is so relevant in both situations akshdge that’s actually so insane😭now i want to them all in a room together just to see what happens

but obviously, as you said, nothing can compare to what actually went down. like that was INSANE. fernando and esteban are still talking and chatting and taking photos together. you will NEVER see that w rosquez, when you go back to old races post-2015, if these two shook hands after a race, you had about 192837 slo-mo replays of it and it would show up on every “previously” cut scene they made.

i’m p sure i saw someone else say this but at least i find brocedes easier to explain?? like it’s heartbreaking and AWFUL but childhood friends who fell out because they became sports rivals is something that i feel like most people would expect (even if there’s definitely more behind the scenes and it is so HEARTWRENCHING) but i can never being to explain what happened w rosquez cause even reading about it i was like “what the fuck” and i learn new things about it everyday. valentino i will show up to your house w a gun just you wait

[schumigrace]

Since we're doing this (aka I find myself funny)

[oconist]

azda!!! as you can probably tell, i have recently been lured into motogp by marc, valentino, and the fact that rosquez is like the most deliciously fucked up combination of pierresteban, brocedes, sebmark, sebchal, ferneste, etc. (literally shakespearean levels of lore, an actual 1:1 match with othello - i'm not even joking i've done the analysis).

here's the motogp primer i've been using to figure out who's who. i haven't been able to watch any of the races yet due to lack of time (no exams for me now but i'm in the midst of psychiatry residency applications and approaching the end of med school) but i've at least been following the results this season!

best of luck with exams! you got this <3

good luck with ur residency and end of med school !! also thanks for the links, i became aware of rossi n marquez a while now n i could not ignore moto gp

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 8.27

Beer Birthdays

Fred Bowman (1944)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Barbara Bach; actor (1947)

C.S. Forester; English writer (1899)

Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel; German philosopher (1770)

Tarzan of the Apes; fictional character (1912)

Jeanette Winterson; English writer (1959)

Famous Birthdays

Patrick J. Adams; Canadian actor (1981)

Andreas Alföldi; Hungarian archaeologist and historian (1895)

Fernest Arceneaux; singer and accordion player (1940)

G.W. Bailey; actor (1944)

Gordon Bashford; English engineer, Range Rover co-creator (1916)

Tim Bogert; singer and bass player (1944)

Carl Bosch; German chemist (1874)

"Downtown" Julie Brown; V.J. (1959)

Sarah Chalke; actor (1976)

Alice Coltrane; pianist and composer (1937)

Jeff Cook; singer-songwriter and guitarist (1949)

Audrey C. Delsanti; French astronomer and biologist (1976)

Daryl "The Captain" Dragon; pop singer, songwriter (1942)

Theodore Dreiser; writer (1871)

Charles Fleischer; comedian and actor (1950)

Tom Ford; fashion designer (1961)

Chuck Girard; singer-songwriter and pianist (1943)

Samuel Goldwyn; film producer (1882)

Jeff Grubb; game designer and author (1957)

Johann Georg Hamann; German philosopher (1730)

Lyndon Baines Johnson; 36th U.S. President (1908)

Tony Kanal; British-American bass player and songwriter (1970)

Tom Lanoye; Belgian author, poet, and playwright (1958)

Ira Levin; writer (1929)

Alex Lifeson; Canadian singer-songwriter and guitarist (1953)

Norah Lofts; English author (1904)

Glen Matlock; English singer-songwriter and bass player (1956)

Katharine McCormick; biologist (1875)

John Mehler; drummer (1948)

Kenji Miyazawa; Japanese author and poet (1896)

Ann Murray; Irish soprano (1949)

Giuseppe Peano; Italian mathematician and philosopher (1858)

Kim Petras; German singer-songwriter (1992)

Jimmy Pop; singer-songwriter and guitarist (1972)

Norman Foster Ramsey Jr.; physicist (1915)

Man Ray; photographer, artist (1890)

Martha Ray; actor (1916)

Harry Reems; porn actor (1947)

Paul "Pee-Wee Herman" Reubens; actor, comedian (1952)

Robert Richardson; cinematographer (1955)

Tommy Sands; pop singer (1937)

Diana Scarwid; actress (1955)

Sonny Sharrock; guitarist (1940)

Reece Shearsmith; English actor, comedian and writer (1969)

Léon Theremin, Russian physicist, engineer, Theremin inventor (1896)

Kay Walsh; English actress and dancer (1911)

Tuesday Weld; actor (1943)

Chandra Wilson; actress (1969)

Lester Young; saxophonist and clarinet player (1909)

[fleshmouth]

FERNESTE NATION RISE UP WE ARE SO BACK 🔥🔥🔥 (delusion)

[estiebestieban]

Ferneste unfinished wip (because if I think too long about it I go insane)

I started writing this a few days after Fernando announced his switch to AM, and I haven’t looked back since. 1500 words, general rating.

Fernando retires at the end of the 2023 season. 

Esteban knows he’s been lucky to have shared a team with the Spaniard for three years. Knows that he has been living on borrowed time with the other ever since their signatures dried underneath the contract back in 2020. He’s always known that their stint together would come to an end. Some things are simply not meant to be, and a dominance soaked in blue and pink is just another temporary matter in this world.

Friend leaves. Loss of a legend cuts like a knife through the paddock, creates a gaping wound that refuses to close. Fernando pulls him aside, a few hours before he makes the announcement to the press. Palm of the other’s hand burns on the small of his back as Fernando hugs him a bit tighter than usual. Esteban is stuck between wishing that it would have lasted forever, and wishing that Fernando disappeared immediately after speaking those cursed words.

The races after the truth has been placed down at his feet are the hardest to stomach. Esteban is forced to watch Fernando from the corner of his eye. Forced to imagine a world in which he’s standing next to another driver. Fernando pulls him a bit closer than before when they’re seated next to one another on the back of a parading car. The touch of a hand on his knee lingers, even after the palm has long since been removed.

Sometimes he swears he can see it when he stares at his own reflection in the mirror. All the ways Fernando has ever touched him staring back at him in the shape of scars and bleeding red marks. Fingers encircled around his wrist, a grasp on his shoulder. Words of advice have settled around the sprinkled birthmarks, to connect the dots between ignorance and softly cradled skill.

One does not drive with a God like Fernando, only to escape without some lasting marks from the battles fought on and off track.

Esteban watches as they strip the number 14 off the walls of the Alpine factory. Watches as all remains of Fernando are scrubbed away. The new generation comes knocking, and suddenly, he is the more experienced one in the team dynamic. He knows he can never be as good of a mentor as Fernando was to him, he doesn’t have the same kindness resting inside of him. There are no whispers about better inside corners passed on to Oscar. There is no hand resting on Oscar’s shoulder when they’re herded out in front of the masses on race day.

It can never be like it was with Fernando. So Esteban doesn’t even try.

They keep in touch whenever they can. Write texts that don’t really mean anything in the grand scheme of things. Fernando congratulates him on race results, and Esteban asks how retirement is going, only to be met with a photo from a random pit lane every time. Not even retirement can keep Fernando out of a car.

Silence seeps through the line at the beginning of the 2025 season. Fernando chases after his triple crown with open hands and a kind of determination Esteban has hardly seen before. He’s busy with the Indy 500, and Esteban himself has the first few races of the season to get through. It gets better with Oscar, but it’s still nowhere close to the same. The Alpine liveries no longer scrap between them, no longer battle for the points.

Engineers bring a miracle, get them a few more sporadic podiums scattered across the 23 races of 2024. A few more first place finishes adding to his resume. Oscar tastes champagne before his first season is out. Esteban tries not to be jealous of it, but he finds himself in foreign airports waiting to go to the factory for some more tests, with something venomous itching underneath the skin of his palms.

He stops talking about Fernando somewhere around Monaco, stares out across the track with his hands in the pockets of his jeans as the team follows him around for his track walk. It’s never quite the same after the tip of his tongue finds comfort in the heavy silence of what could have been. At least he no longer tastes blood when he swallows down another story.

“We’re driving for a championship.” how things have changed. A few years ago they were driving for points, bottom step of the podium at most. Now, with a better engine and an even better car, they’re actually chasing for the title. It’s been weeks since he’s heard from Fernando last. The gaping wound left in his absence has not yet closed. If anything, it has started to fester around the edges, where it still remains raw.

More often than not, Esteban does not drink from the champagne that’s handed to him on the podium. He lowers the bottle down towards the waiting hands of the team. His wins are for them, for the ghost that still lingers in the Alpine garage beyond his reach.

He hopes that Fernando will be proud of him. If the Spaniard is even still watching these days.

2026 comes to a close, and he’s second in the standings. Loses to Charles by a handful of points. It’s bitter. Hard to stomach. Yet he still claps as the boy he grew up with accepts his trophy, surrounded by the thousand flashes of just as many cameras.

FROM Fernando Alonso: Bad luck, conejito. That’s all it is. Bad luck.

He saves the message. Even when he doesn’t know exactly why. Stares at it when restlessness makes a home out of him in a strange hotel in a country he should know by now. China the following year brings fireworks, and in Turkey he extends his lead in the championship even further.

Fernando doesn’t win the Indy 500. In his mind, the other was always impossible to defeat. But age must finally be catching up to him, the day which no one thought would ever come has finally arrived, and Fernando steps away from racing for good. The frequency of texts picks up again. Scattered notes left throughout days and nights. When timezones make little sense and the most important thing in the world is a friendship that has refused to wither and die.

It’s good to know that the other still thinks about him. It’s good to know that he’s still wanted in Fernando’s life, even after all these years have gone past.

Esteban needs one more win. One more victory and one more bottle of champagne which will never touch his lips. He always needs one more, just as Fernando did before him. Trembling fingers wrap around the trophy of the Turkish grand prix set aside for the winner, and he knows he’s done it. The child racing on tires his peers threw in the trash raises the newest addition to a collection of victories to the sky, and with such simple movements, claims a title to pin to his chest.

He sees Fernando the moment he leans forward to lower the bottle of champagne. Meets former teammate’s gaze in the same way he’s always envisioned it was to happen in movies.

There is no lightning splitting the sky, no rolling thunder which stops time, and yet, the whole world is shrouded in darkness all the same. Nothing remains. Nothing, except for the wrinkles around Fernando’s eyes and the way his lips are curved up into a smile bright enough to rival the lights around the circuit.

Esteban comes home when he lowers himself from the podium and into the arms of his friend.

He's always wanted too much. Always reached towards the stars with open palms, wishing to be burned by them. Fernando opens his arms, cradles the back of his head with a large hand. Fingertips buried in his hair, a ghost of a stroking thumb against the nape of his neck. Esteban never regretted not drinking the champagne, but he's never been so glad for it as he is at that moment.

It’s not like someone can receive a doctors’ note for a broken heart. It won’t show up on echos and in the results of the wandering hands of health professionals checking him over before every race. A broken heart is one of those few things in life that just is. One of those few things that go by unnoticed, even by Esteban himself, until he rests his cheek against Fernando’s, and he can feel the shattered parts of him slipping back together.

Hands fall, come to rest at the small of his back. Fernando lifts him up as he did when he tasted victory for the first time. Spins him around until there are stars lurking behind his closed eyed and his stomach has been tied up into knots.

Feet leave the ground, and when toes find the steady earth again, he is not the same man he was mere moments before.

“Congratulations.” Fernando kisses his cheeks. First, he places genuine admiration on the left. Next comes something that feels dangerously close to love on the right. “Welcome to the club. Estebanito.”

Esteban has taken a title, and yet, he can’t bring himself to even care about it. Victory would not even have tasted half as sweet as it does now that he gets to share the spoils with Fernando by his side. “There is nowhere I would rather be, Fernanito.”

[tonnerredebrest]

a tired canadian trying to put back together two annoying europeans

summary: Lance is tired. Tired of putting Esteban back up each times Alonso just looks at him, tired of feeling shitty about Mick leaving, and exhausted about having said Spaniard as his teammate. Yet, he needs to be strong, for he’ll learn he has a new quest for the 2023 season: making his teammate and friend see reason, and date again. Also he’ll have to threaten some people to get Mick back on the grid, but nothing is impossible. tags: eventual happy ending, crack, emotional hurt/comfort, eventual fluff, breaking up and getting back together, warnings: none apply, some f-bomb swearing. part: 2 of 6

Part 1 ;

Abu Dhabi cannot end soon enough. The heat is unbearable, and so it the car. Thank god Sebastian has such a keen eye on everything that involves engineering, maybe next year the Aston Martin will be able to battle the Williams. Speaking of that German driver, one of the Powerpuff crew is in desperate need of help too. Mick is glued to his friend’s side, trying hard to not cry.

What a German mess they are making of themselves.

Lance, always tactful and empathic, comes up to them with his best bitchy face. It throws Seb off, when really it shouldn’t, after all the time they spend together. Mick, on the other hand, looks even closer to crying that before. He hugs the other German man closer, rambling in that awful language Lance cannot understand. Really, you wouldn’t believe how many times he had to say to people Belgians don’t speak German, it’s frightening.

The Canadian driver goes forward, to hug his friend. Seb wants to leave him some space, but Mick is too busy melting himself against him to leave some space for Lance. Seb gives him a i-told-you-so glance. Lance can only sight, and awkwardly hug both of the drivers.

Lord, what wouldn’t he do for his friends?

When the situation becomes too cringe, and Mick has relatively calmed down, Lance goes away, to change at the Aston Martin garage. On his way there, he goes past his team’s hospitality, and almost knocks down someone wearing Alpine blue.

“What the hell do you think-“ He starts talking to the person, only to realise it’s some Alpine PR person.

Lance glances past them, and his jaw almost drops on the floor. What the hell is he doing here?

“Hello, teammate.”

His eyes are glimmering from mischievousness, his loop-sided smile only a consequence of that PR stunt. His whole posture is made to impress, to intimidate whoever stands in his way. Lance’ll be damned, it does work.

Fernando Alonso, of all people, is standing in front of him, and for the fist time of his life, Lance actually wants to run away from his team. No, he was supposed to officially met him the next day, at testing, not now, not when the whole grid is in shambles with one fifth of them leaving. Especially not when Lance knows he’ll have two person to comfort this night, after partying like the world is ending, anyways.

But for the time being, he’s still in his raceoveralls, in desperate need of a shower, and an old man is just standing there, like he owns the damn place. Lance sees red, but doesn’t show it. After all, it’ll clash horribly with Aston Martin’s emerald.

“Hello,” Lance replies, not even allowing his teammate a name.

Conversely from others, he holds grudges for years, especially against people who hurt his friends, n’est-ce pas Pierre?

Yet, his murderous stare doesn’t seem to impress the king of on-and-off-track war crimes. Alonso just snickers, as if the Canadian driver is just a mere inconvenience in his day, and walks past him, shouldering-checking the younger one.

“Oh, sorry,” he says with his stupidly annoying Spanish accent. “Thought I had enough space.”

Ok. Lance is ready to throw hands now. But before he can do anything, his trainer comes up to him, to take him away.

Yeah, do that, Lance thinks. Otherwise I would have decked that man to the fucking ground.

[k-ky]

i get a ferneste podium but at the cost of diego costa not even playing and my newly adopted wolves team being bullied to hell

[userblaney]

mwah 💌

you're literally one of the nicest ppl i've met on here

FERNESTE <333

you are incredibly funny and very cool

[sincerely-ernest]

Ernest and Larry: start dating while teens-late twenties, mostly out of convenience because they didn’t see any other option. puppy love. as Ernest slowly joined the firestarters, he began to blame Larry for firefighter activities. Larry becomes an easy punching bag, and the relationship slowly becomes Incredibly Toxic. Larry still trusts him despite all instincts. explains the boiling scene and lack of fear in his eyes. guess this would also be where they began to explore BDSM, most likely in not-so-healthy headspaces. Ernest was a Not Good man.

Ernest and Bertrand: in his later twenties/early thirties, possibly overlapping with Beatrice and Bertrand’s marriage. “special friends,” always on the cusp of a relationship. Ernest desperately fell for Bertrand and naively hoped it would work out. Bertrand, obviously, would never let it. Bertrand always thought it was a fun time and that they were on the same page. When Ernest found out about the engagement he was devestated. Helped confirm his beliefs that firefighters are manipulative, but it dampered his feelings of insurgence. He’s tired.

Ernest and Fernald: late 30s/now (early 40s) started as a relationship out of convenience, very off and on given how little time they spend with each other. Fernald is almost 10 years younger than Ernest, and Ernest sees a lot of himself in the man. Over time they grew infatuated. Started incredibly unhealthy as a way to work out their unhappy feelings about the firestarters, but slowly developed into a place of love and support they need. See each other even less regularly than Dewey and Kit seeing as though the hotel is “majority firefighter.” they’re in love but won’t admit it.

au where the denouements start an inn on some remote coast and Fernald and Ernest are happy and also Fiona is there as is Carmelita, ernest’s adopted brat daughter who has slowly been learning how to act like a reasonable being.