#fernando

[f1incorrectquotess]

Fernando: Dear, Santa

Fernando: I'm writing to let you know I've been naughty

Fernando: And it was worth it, judgemental bastard

[verstappensrealwife]

Omg???

[n0vazsq]

Forever | FA14 x Reader

pairing . . . emperor!fernando alonso x concubine!reader

summary . . . You'd always been nothing but a mere presence in the royal palace, but when the emperor suddenly asks you to have dinner with him, everything changes

request . . . no!!

word count . . . 1.1k

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . so i had to do extensive research on royal positions and shit for this but yeah i hope you guys like it!!!

. . . The grand hall of the royal palace was covered in luxury, its tall walls gleaming in the warm glow of the countless lanterns. Despite its grandness, the air inside felt suffocating.

You stood in a line of courtiers and concubines, your pulse beating hard against your skin.

Today was the emperor’s audience, and though you had served in his court for over a year, you had only seen Emperor Fernando from a distance. Rumors of his sharpness and calculating demeanuor following him wherever he went.

"Presenting His Majesty, Emperor Fernando," a herald announced, and the hall fell silent.

The doors swung open, and he entered. Emperor Fernando, ruler of the empire, commanded attention without effort.

Clad in deep crimson robes embroidered with golden dragons, his presence expelled authority. His piercing brown eyes scanned the room, and for a moment, you felt their weight land on you. A shiver ran down your spine.

The emperor settled on his throne, an eye catching seat carved from dark wood and covered with rare gems. As the audience progressed, you kept your head bowed, praying you would remain invisible in the sea of attendants.

But fate had other plans.

"You there," Fernando’s voice rang out, steady and commanding. Your breath hitched as you realized he was addressing you. "Step forward."

You obeyed, your heart pounding strongly in your chest. Standing before him, you dared a glance upward, meeting his gaze. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes held an undeniable intensity.

"What is your name?" he asked, his tone softer now but not less authoritative.

You said your name, voice trembling. "That's my name, Your Majesty,"

He repeated it, almost testing the sound of it. "Tell me, how do you find life within these palace walls?"

The question caught you off guard. How honest could you be with the most powerful man in the land? You chose your words carefully. "The palace is beautiful, Your Majesty, though its magnificence can feel… overwhelming."

His lips curved into a faint smile, a rare sight that sent whispers through the court. "Overwhelming? I suppose even gold loses its beauty when seen every day."

"You will join me for dinner tonight," Before you could respond, he gestured to an officer that was standing near him. "Ensure preparations are made."

Your eyes widened. Dinner? With the emperor? You barely managed to stammer out a "Yes, Your Majesty" before retreating to your place in line. The remainder of the audience passed in a blur, your thoughts consumed by the unexpected summoning.

Later that evening, you were escorted to a private dining room. The space was smaller compared to the vastness of the throne room, though still richly adorned.

The emperor sat at the head of the table, his posture relaxed yet upright. He motioned for you to sit.

"You look nervous," he observed, pouring you a glass of wine himself. The gesture was charming, a far cry from the strict ruler you’d imagined.

"I am unused to such… attention, Your Majesty," you admitted, accepting the glass with trembling hands.

He laughed, the sound warm and unexpectedly human. "And I am unused to honesty. Most would say whatever they think I wish to hear."

"Then I hope my honesty does not offend you," you said, your courage helped by his demeanor.

"Quite the opposite." He leaned back, studying you. "Tell me, what did you do before you came to the palace?"

The question pulled you back to a simpler time. "My family ran a small vineyard. I spent my days tending to the vines and preparing wines for market."

"A vintner?" He seemed genuinely intrigued. "And do you miss it?"

You hesitated. "Sometimes. The work was hard, but there was freedom in it. Here, everything feels… controlled."

His expression darkened briefly, as if your words struck a nerve. "Freedom is a rare luxury in the palace, even for an emperor."

The dinner continued with surprising ease, the conversation flowing as if you were old acquaintances. He spoke of his childhood; a rarity, you gathered, and you shared stories of your village life.

By the time the meal ended, you felt a strange sense of familiarity with him, as though you’d glimpsed the man behind the crown.

"Thank you for joining me," Fernando said as you prepared to leave. "I find your company… refreshing."

The warmth in his voice left you speechless. With a respectful bow, you left, your mind a whirlwind of emotions.

Days turned into weeks, and your interactions with the emperor became more frequent. He often sought you out for conversation, valuing your honest perspective.

The court was fulled with speculations, some jealous and others curious about your sudden rise in favor. You, however, remained uncertain of his intentions.

One evening, as you walked in the palace gardens, you found him waiting beneath a blossoming cherry tree. The sight was almost surreal, the fierce emperor standing amidst a cascade of delicate petals.

He greeted, saying your name to get your attention, his tone softer than usual. "Join me."

You approached, the smell of the flowers filling the air. "Your Majesty, this is a surprise."

"Fernando," he corrected, a hint of impatience in his voice. "When we are alone, you may call me Fernando."

The informality caught you off guard, but you nodded. "Fernando, then. What brings you here?"

"You," he said simply, his gaze locking onto yours. "I have ruled for many years. In all that time, I’ve learned that power and wealth mean little without someone to share them with."

Your heart raced as his words sank in. Was he implying what you thought he was?

"You intrigue me," he continued. "Your honesty, your strength, your personality; they are rare qualities in a place like this. I find myself drawn to you."

You searched his face for any sign of dishonesty but found none. His confession left you torn between disbelief and a fluttering hope you dared not acknowledge.

"Fernando, I am only a mere concubine," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "What could I possibly offer an emperor?"

"Everything," he replied without hesitation. "You see me not as a ruler but as a man. That is a gift more precious than any treasure in this palace."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to hope. Under the cherry blossoms, with the world fading into the background, you took a hesitant step forward, closing the distance between you.

And as Fernando reached for your hand, you knew your life was about to change forever.

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[strulovic]

Lance Stroll and Fernando Alonso celebrate Aston Martin's first ever second row lockout at the Brazilian GP '23 | by Zak Mauger

[losthoodie]

button saying that "no matter the colour of the car, you can always tell it's fernando alonso" right after liam mistook lance for him is so fucking funny

[boobytrapzap]

Merry crsms

[charlespecco]

liverpoolfc: El Niño spends the day with the team ❤️

[whewchilly]

vía Scuderia Ferrari

[fernando-jpg]

im starting to think fernandos milestones are cursed

[skitskatdacat63]

This is so cute to me 😭😭😭

[norrussells]

[myheartwillgrosjean]

this is the tiniest gif ever but is seb poking fernando with a flag here?

[verstappensrealwife]

Home is you - Fernando Alonso x Reader

[fernando alonso masterlist / f1 masterlist]

ʚɞ in which... fernando is scared of flights, and asks reader out drunkenly. ʚɞ fluff  ⋆⭒˚.⋆ 1000 words ʚɞ warnings: mentions of sex.

-୨♡୧-

Seated in the luxurious confines of his private jet, en route to Bahrain for the electrifying Grand Prix season opener, you found yourself ensconced in a cocoon of anticipation and desire. Across from you lounged the man who ignited flames of passion within your soul, his intense gaze igniting a firestorm of longing and yearning deep within you. As you gazed out of the window, ensnared by the mesmerising spectacle of clouds stretching endlessly across the cerulean expanse, his voice, velvety and laden with desire, pierced through the tranquil ambiance.

“Go on a date with me,” he murmured huskily beside you, his words dripping with an intoxicating blend of sincerity and playful allure.

You turned to him, a soft laugh escaping your lips at the unexpected proposition. “Pardon?” you replied, your voice laced with amusement and a hint of teasing.

“Please~ go on a date with me?” he pleaded, his smile infused with the heady scent of whiskey that hung in the air, a testament to his valiant efforts to ease his nerves during the flight.

Amused by his endearing persistence, you leaned in closer, revelling in the magnetic pull between you. “I don’t know if my dad will approve of you, sir,” you teased, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes.

“What!” he exclaimed, his offence giving way to a grin of delight. “Let me talk to your dad, sweetheart, I’m sure I could convince him.”

After a brief pause, he regarded you with a dreamy expression, his eyes alight with adoration. “You’re pretty,” he declared softly, his gaze tracing the contours of your face with reverence. “D- Do you have a boyfriend, pretty?” he hiccupped slightly, his smile widening with each passing moment.

You nodded, a tender smile playing on your lips. “A husband, actually,” you replied, your tone infused with affection and determination.

His brow furrowed in confusion, his expression a mixture of disbelief and jealousy. “Leave him, be with me!” he urged, his words slurred with the remnants of alcohol. “Who is this man?” he demanded, his concern palpable.

With a knowing smile, you retrieved your phone, turning the screen towards him to reveal his own reflection staring back at him. “Wh- Wait, I am your husband!” he exclaimed, realisation dawned on him. “So can we go out on the date I planned?”

You nodded in agreement, squeezing his hand affectionately before attempting to release it. However, he held on tightly, his grip a reassuring anchor in the swirling sea of emotions.

Later, in the privacy of the opulent hotel room, he began to sober up (barely), the lingering effects of alcohol fading away as he prepared for the evening ahead. With meticulous care, he adorned himself in his finest attire, his efforts a testament to his unwavering devotion to you. As you emerged from the bathroom, your beauty was enhanced by the artful application of makeup, his breath caught in his throat, his heart swelling with an overwhelming surge of desire.

“Whoa… Hola Cariño,” he joked, his voice husky with desire as he approached you, his hands tracing the curves of your body with electrifying precision. “I could just cancel dinner, then we could skip right to dessert?”

You blushed, a playful glint dancing in your eyes. “Shut up,” you countered, a coy smile playing on your lips. “But no— I just dressed up all nice for you— so you are gonna wine and dine me.” With a gentle press of your hands against his chest, you planted a tender kiss on his cheek, his grin widening as he playfully smacked your ass before guiding you towards the door, anticipation burning like a blazing inferno between you.

Under the soft glow of twinkling fairy lights strung overhead, you and your partner find yourselves nestled in a cozy corner of the enchanting garden café. The air is still alive in the evening, with the melody of chirping birds and the gentle rustle of leaves, lending an ethereal quality to the evening.

As you sip on glasses of sparkling champagne, your fingers intertwined with Fernando's, you can't help but marvel at the sheer magic of the moment. Across the table, his eyes sparkle with affection, mirroring the starlight above as he leans in closer, his breath mingling with yours in a sweet symphony of intimacy.

With a playful twinkle in their eye, your partner reaches for a delicate rose nestled in a vase on the table, presenting it to you with a flourish. "For the most beautiful woman I've ever set my eyes on," He whispers, his voice a tender caress against your ear.

Your heart swells with warmth as you accept the flower, its petals soft beneath your fingertips. "Thank you," you murmur, your voice filled with gratitude and love.

Together, you share laughter and stories, each moment infused with a sense of joy and wonder. The world fades away as you lose yourselves in each other's company, the hours slipping by unnoticed in the embrace of your love.

As the night deepens, he rises from his seat, extending a hand towards you with a smile. "May I have this dance?" he asks, his eyes sparkling with mischief and longing.

You accept with a smile, rising gracefully to your feet as he leads you to a makeshift dance floor bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. With gentle movements and whispered promises, you sway together in perfect harmony, lost in the rhythm of the music and the embrace of each other's arms.

In that moment, time stands still, and all that exists is the two of you, wrapped in a cocoon of love and affection. With every step, every touch, you feel your bond deepening, your souls intertwining in a dance as old as time itself.

As the song draws to a close, you find yourselves reluctant to part, the magic of the evening lingering like a sweet, lingering dream.

el fin

[twobabkas]

BARRY 3x04 || 4x04

[aphshitpost]

who needs therapy when you have abba

hail abba