#hypersoft.creations

[alpinelogy]

The Anatomy of a Formula One Car - first three editions

@hypersoft-fest week 6: Covers without Characters challenge. Inspired by textbooks

Closeups under the cut

[princemick]

@hypersoft-fest week 5: romcom the other woman - a modern love story of divorce

[milflewis]

@hypersoft-fest week 2: cowboy romance & sci-fi

Lewis Hamilton/Sebastian Vettel, 1k, stuck together

FADE IN:

INT. CANTINA – OUTER RIM – NIGHT  

WE OPEN on a cantina, on the planet, SELVERA, known for around the solar year brutal storms and endless oceans. The structure is precarious, built on wooden stilts in the middle of the sea. The walls shake and shudder with the waves.

The air is thick with saltwater and spice smoke. The room is dimly lit. Most of the tables are occupied.

The door flies open, banging the wall, and SEBASTIAN (20), smiling, steps in. His boots leave wet footprints as he walks up to the bar. Not even his scuffed hat could keep the rain off his face.

SEBASTIAN

Hearthbrew. Thank you.

JENSON (29), flashy, laughs from across the room. His blond hair is cut close to his skull.

JENSON

You even old enough to smell that, mate?

A few laugh around the room. Most don’t bother looking up from their drinks.

SEBASTIAN

We friends, mate?

JENSON

Hmm, don’t think so. I’d ask if you’d like to be but teenagers aren’t really our speed.

SEBASTIAN

(laughing)

I’m twenty!

LEWIS (24), steady, leans back in his chair. His arm brushes against JENSON’s. There is a long white scar curling around his left eye and down his cheek.

LEWIS

Jense. Leave him be.

JENSON settles, tipping SEBASTIAN a wink. The blasters on their hips are military grade. This does not escape SEBASTIAN’s notice. Nor do the matching prancing horse matches sewn on the upper arms of their damp coats.

SEBASTIAN takes his drink. It already begins to warm his fingers. He knows that horse. The entire galaxy knows that animal.

CUT TO:

INT. CANTINA - TIMESKIP – THREE HOURS

It is noticeably emptier. The storm is still raging outside. SEBASTIAN has finished his drink, and two others, along with a bowl of stew. He heads for the door.

JENSON

(waving a pack of battered cards)

Care for a game, mate?

SEBASTIAN turns back around. LEWIS says nothing, watching. The rings on his hands gleam with every flash of lightning.

SEBASTIAN

Just one.

JENSON

Of course, wouldn’t want you to miss your bedtime, now, would we?

LEWIS rolls his eyes, smiling. SEBASTIAN wonders what his laugh sounds like.

CUT TO:

EXT. SPACEPORT – BRAXIS – DUSK – FIFTEEN YEARS LATER

BRAXIS is a near barren planet, with rocky mountains and a surface burnt by long ago warfare. The local spaceport is an overcrowded sprawling complex, every terminal full with loading vessels and starships. Because of its position on the nebulous border between the INNER and OUTER RIM, it is commonly used by smugglers.

Alarms break through the night, followed quickly by shouting and yelling. Patrols of armed guards are seen running through the streets as a fire in the distance grows steadily. The dark sky stretches on.

CUT TO:

INT. SPACEPORT STORAGE ROOM – BRAXIS – DUSK

LEWIS, worn, frustrated, sits slumped on the floor, back to the wall. There is no longer a patch on the sleeve of his jacket. SEBASTIAN, older, frantic, is crouched by the door’s terminal, tapping at the screen.

SEBASTIAN

Fucking hate – what ever happened to normal locks, for the life of me, I don’t know –

LEWIS opens his eyes. He says nothing.

The terminal sparks warningly. SEBASTIAN flinches away and sighs. He sprawls against the opposite wall, needing a break. Silence hangs between them.

SEBASTIAN

I saw you out there, before – um. I saw you. You’re still flying that old ship of yours?

LEWIS

(shrugs)

BONO is reliable.

He does not need to say the words: unlike you.

SEBASTIAN

Yeah. Honestly, I didn’t expect to ever see you again. Let alone on Braxis of all places. Thought you were done with this life?

LEWIS

I was, yeah. I am. Still wanted though, aren’t I? Can’t do places that ask too many questions, or even ones that ask just the one. BONO needed some repairs that I had to dock her for, so. Here I am.

SEBASTIAN

Here you are.

LEWIS

No, just, no. Don’t start.

SEBASTIAN

I didn’t even say –

LEWIS

Don’t even try that – you know – just. Stop. I’m fine, okay? I am doing fine. I just want to be left alone, okay, so. Stop.

LEWIS sets his jaw. SEBASTIAN doesn’t let himself look away this time. He wants to bring up JENSON, who never would’ve left LEWIS alone. He also knows it would mean LEWIS would be lost to him forever.

SEBASTIAN

(soft)

I understand that, I do. And I didn’t mean to – I don’t mean to drag you back into anything. I, uh, I’d say ‘I promise’ but that’d require you trusting me and. Yeah. I know. I’m, I’m just sorry, Lewis. I’m sorry.

LEWIS’s eyes are dark.

LEWIS

(tired)

I know.

SEBASTIAN fidgets with the ends of his sleeves.

SEBASTIAN

You know, I’m thinking of maybe getting out of the game too.

LEWIS has an incredulous look on his face. He exaggerates looking around their cramped situation, alarms muffled but audible still ringing outside.

SEBASTIAN

I said I’m thinking about it!

LEWIS

Right. You’d be bored shitless, man.

SEBASTIAN

I would not.

LEWIS

I’d give you a month. Two max.

SEBASTIAN kicks LEWIS lightly in the foot.

SEBASTIAN

I’d give myself at least seven. It takes a while to set up a farm, you know.

LEWIS bursts out laughing. SEBASTIAN’s fingers are all warm and itchy. He feels fifteen years younger.

LEWIS

A farm?

SEBASTIAN

Well, I’ll need something to do, wouldn’t I? And I like animals.

LEWIS

 Mhmm, sure.

SEBASTIAN

I do!

The terminal hums suddenly, blinking green, and the door unlatches. LEWIS and SEBASTIAN sit very still, listening for the alarms outside that have fallen silent. They are left watching each other watch each other.

LEWIS

(getting to his feet)

See you around.

SEBASTIAN has never had to be the one watching LEWIS leave before.

SEBASTIAN

I miss you.

It isn’t a lie. It also isn’t fair. LEWIS lets SEBASTIAN get away with it. He always does.

LEWIS

Let me know how that farm of yours turn out. If you want.

SEBASTIAN

I will.

[brasiliangp]

@hypersoft-fest:

Week 3 - Paranormal

[atlaskeira]

@hypersoft-fest week four: Paranormal Romance and Genderbend

Made in collaboration with the wonderful @kayfabeoutcold,

The Injury of Knowing You (Rated T, Multichapter)

Lewis Hamilton returns to her schooling in the Irish countryside after Max Verstappen is laid to rest in Dutch soil. She is haunted and hunted, by winter, by Max. By the hollow in her gut and blue stained glass.

Max haunts, trails behind and trails after. Watches and speaks. Unheard. Unseen, again. Until she's not. Lewis hears her. Sees her. Again.

Really, what's a haunting if not an act of love?

A Catholic boarding school AU set in the Irish countryside, with kind of rivals to to friends to lovers lesbians Lewis and Max! The lovely eachtra contributed so much of my inspiration!

[notan-engineer]

@hypersoft-fest week 1: Paranormal romance, Detective stories, Cowboy romance, Sci-fi, Historical/Regency Novel and Magical Realism + genderbend

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Formula 1 RPF Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Bonnington/James Vowles Characters: Peter Bonnington, James Vowles, Michael Sansoni, Andrew Shovlin Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Detectives, alternate universe - cowboys, loser lesbians, I watched bottoms again, no beta we die like Bonos Twinkiness, Science Fiction, Formula 1, sorta - Freeform, Time Travel, Bullying, Homophobia, Homophobic Language, Queer Themes, queer solidarity Summary:

I can’t write summaries but its good i swear

[shovson]

@hypersoft-fest week 8: any prompt (sci-fi)

2222 (twenty two/twenty two), Jenson Button & Yuki Tsunoda, Rated R

In the year 2XXX, Yuki Tsunoda, the pilot of space ship RB-22 is set on a mission to rescue his friend and mentor Alex Albon by space officer Daniel Ricciardo. Afraid to send Yuki off alone, Daniel bribes ex-pilot, now criminal space driver Jenson Button to tag along with information that his lover, Shov, may still be alive. The duo set forth on their space expedition, with only a limited time before everything around them falls apart.

[alpinelogy]

The first paperback edition of Saga and the new hardcover reprint dust jackets

@hypersoft-fest week 2: Sci-fi prompt. Inspired by old sci-fi paperbacks and newer dust jackets

Closeups under the cut

[alpinelogy]

@hypersoft-fest week 7: sports romance and hotel rooms, collab with @shovson

L Plan, 103 minutes, starring Fernando Alonso, Pierre Gasly, Esteban Ocon, PG-13, Comedy/Esports/Romance

Synopsis: After Alpine Esports qualifies for the Major, Fernando Alonso decides he will do anything it takes to get his team to victory. Even if it means playing a few mind games with the competition…and his teammates.

Plot synopsis under the cut:

In Paris, former 2x major winner and now Alpine Esports in-game leader Fernando Alonso barely qualifies for the 2023 BWT Premier Paris Major alongside his teammates: upcoming rifler Jack Doohan, lurker Oscar Piastri, longtime French rifler Pierre Gasly, and AWPer Esteban Ocon. The team celebrate their victory until Fernando is called to leave for a meeting with Oliver Oakes, the CEO of Alpine Esports.  Once Fernando leaves, Pierre and Esteban blame each other for the shortcomings during the matches. Meanwhile, Oliver informs Fernando that if the team does not achieve any results at this major, he will be dropping the entire roster citing that he believes that Fernando is no longer the strong player he once was.  Now motivated to keep the roster together and prove Oliver wrong, Fernando vows to create a plan to win it all.

Fernando tells the rest of the team about the news, causing worry amongst the team.  Fernando assures the team that he’s got a plan in mind and that they need to be ready for anything.  

Later, when the team gets to the major, Fernando splits two hotel rooms between them. Esteban and Pierre are left with a room with a single bed.  Pierre forces Esteban to sleep on the floor and though the duo complain, Fernando ignores them.

The team qualifies to the Champions’ Stage through victories in the Legends and Challengers stage. During the last match, they narrowly win the map in a similar manner to the beginning of the film and Esteban and Pierre are once again seen arguing backstage about who is at fault for a difficult end. Fernando forces them to hug it out for seconds on end.  On the other side rivals Team Heikkenin speak negatively about Fernando, citing their shock a “washed player and B-tier team could even make it this far”. Though Fernando doesn't say it outright, Jack and Oscar observe that he has his sights on defeating Team Heikkenin.

Skipping to the victory after the quarter finals, Esteban once more tries to plead with Jack to swap rooms, convinced Pierre would share the bed with Jack.  Jack in confusion admits that the trio has a hotel room with two beds and a couch; each of them swapping who sleeps on the couch each night.  Furious at this revelation, the entire team finally confronts Fernando on his plan which he calls “El Plan”.  El Plan so far has consisted of smaller acts of mind games but Fernando reveals his greater plan: for Pierre and Esteban to pretend to be a gay couple in order to psyche out Team Heikkenin, which has been making homophobic jabs on social media and he believes will make it to the finals. He states he's been planting small subtle hints beginning with the hotel rooms and hugs. Despite Pierre and Esteban’s protests, Fernando is unwavering with El Plan.  His refusal upsets the duo but they concede as this is their only opportunity to win the major.

The team celebrates with the audience of winning their semi-final maps with various teams (including Team Heikkenen) in attendance. The announcer comes over to ask for Esteban's reaction, how he's feeling. Esteban gives a usual answer as the crowd watches. With the approval glance from Fernando, Esteban tells everyone that he's excited to play the finals with Pierre, who he claims is the love of his life, causing the entire audience to riot. Shocked by the revelation, Team Heikkenen leave. Team Heikkenen debate whether Fernando is attempting to play psychological games with them but the IGL dismisses it assuming Fernando would never go that low.  Later, Fernando gets a call from Oliver with the news being divided and with skepticism.  Fernando assures him that everything is fine and that the final act of El Plan will be set into motion. 

As the final game ceremony begins, Alpine Esports walk on stage with pride flags and rainbow jerseys as Esteban and Pierre walk onto the stage holding hands. Fernando before the final claims himself to be an ally to Pierre and Esteban and that he's proud to have an out couple on his team.  In an act of resistance, Team Heikkenen refuses to shake hands with any of the players on Alpine Esports.  Fernando sees this as his plan working and gives one final motivational speech before the match begins.

The game ends on a decider map, with Alpine Esports needing one round to win. Pierre and Esteban are the only players left standing on Alpine Esports. In the final moments, Pierre baits himself out for Esteban to get the last shot, winning the round and the major. The team celebrates their victory. Fernando lifts up the trophy and the entire team declares themselves major champions. Pierre, deviating from El Plan, proposes to Esteban on the stage. Amused, Esteban accepts and kisses Pierre.

The team are outside the hotel, suitcases packed after their successful stint. Jack and Oscar decide to head to the airport to go home. Fernando says he's rented a car and he's going on a road trip, waving goodbye to Esteban and Pierre. 

Esteban and Pierre look at each other. Pierre asks if Esteban wants to hang out for a while. The movie ends on an ambiguous note with Esteban about to answer. 

[princemick]

@hypersoft-fest week 3: Paranormal + modern book cover

[alpinelogy]

@hypersoft-fest week 2: sci-fi star trek au, collab with @testarossa

Lieutenant George Rusell dreamed of the stars. Ever since he was a child, he wanted to lose himself in their light, chart courses to distant galaxies and fly off to worlds unknown. His head has always been beyond the clouds, above the stratosphere, drifting through the far reaches of space. Ensign Alex Albon dreamed of fantastic planets. As a child, his imagination ran wild, drawing worlds with lilac rivers and fifteen moons, grasslands as wide and deep as oceans, plants that could talk and stones that would sing. He studied for hours, memorizing the flora and fauna of Earth and Vulcan and every planet in the federation, and still his mind wondered at the mysteries to be found on new planets. Alex and George both enlisted in Starfleet to travel the galaxy, but the realities of life on a starship didn’t quite measure up to their dazzling expectations. George was scheduled at the helm for beta shift, a time during which both he and the universe were endlessly sleepy and nothing interesting ever happened. Alex’s attempts to grow moss for water filtration were both slow and fruitless, the results of his experiments muddy and disappointing. Then of course, there was the food: replicated, bland, and often chalkier than expected.  Charting unknown depths of the galaxy wasn’t all it was cracked up to be – until the two join the landing team to the mysterious planet AMG-Zeta. There, the two discovered a life form that would alter the course of their lives, and the course of the universe. Read on for an excerpt from Astral Connection, coming this fall from Hypersoft Press.

George has volunteered for every away mission for which he’s qualified since they have entered deep space, and some of the ones he isn’t. For any trip that was dangerous enough to require a pilot, they sent Lewis, and for all the rest, George stayed on the Mercedes, fulfilling his regular rotation at the helm. It did not take a rocket scientist to keep a starship in steady orbit, so George was stuck onboard, trying not to fall asleep on the bridge, while teams of scientists and security officers and half the regular bridge crew got to explore all manner of planets.

Until today. 

Not only would George join the away team for this mission, but he would pilot the shuttle. The atmosphere around AMG-Zeta, while safe to breathe, was prone to sudden electromagnetic storms and near-constant rain that made beaming directly to the surface inadvisable. 

He was practically bouncing in his seat as he went through the final departure checks. “Are we all buckled in?” he asked, glancing back at the other members of the landing party.

One of the scientists – Adam, he thinks, or maybe Alan –gave him an amused look. “Can we stop for snacks on the way?” Alan asked.

George grinned. “Right, I’m taking that as a yes,” he said, pressing the button to radio the bridge. “Mercedes, this is Shuttle One confirming we’re clear for departure.”

“You are clear, Shuttle One,” came the staticky reply. “Enjoy your trip.”

“That we will,” George said, as he pressed the release button on the locks and allowed the shuttle to drift into open space. 

Despite the thick clouds, navigating to the surface was easy, and the landing quite smooth. George followed the rest of the team down the ramp and took his first steps onto an actual planet in months, into an oppressive mist that instantly coated their space suits. Even the miserable weather couldn’t quite dampen George’s spirits.

At least, not for the first five minutes. The team divided into smaller groups, a few of them traveling to the west to investigate the species of animals native to the planet. According to the briefing, most of the planet’s fauna were varied species of slugs. Not the most interesting subjects, in his opinion, so George stayed behind with Alan, who was on his knees on the mossy ground, his face inches away from a silvery, bell-shaped flower.

“Are you sure you should be that close?” George asked, peering down at the plant. It looked mostly harmless, but even on his very first away mission, George knew better than to trust an innocent appearance.

Alan consulted his tricorder, then looked back to the plant, then at the tricorder again. “Yeah, I think it’s fine,” he said, glancing back at George. “Hey, mind your feet.”

George looked down, then shifted his feet. He’d crumpled one of the bell-shaped flowers beneath his left foot. “Oh bollocks,” he muttered. 

Alan shot him a look, shuffling around on his knees to run his tricorder over the damaged blooms. “We’d better hope this isn’t a butterfly effect situation,” he said. “Oh, that’s odd.”

Alan’s eyes drifted slowly upward, fixed on something around George’s knees. 

“What is it?” George crouched to get a look at whatever it was Alan was looking at, then promptly sneezed as a shimmering powder blew into his face. “What is that?”

“I have no idea,” Alan said softly, studying his tricorder again. 

And here George had thought Alan was some sort of expert botanist.

It’s Alex.

What?

My name. It’s Alex. And I am a botanist, but I can’t claim to be an expert on the properties of previously undiscovered alien flora, now can I?

George blinked. The air still shimmered faintly, the pollen clinging to the heavy mist permeating the air. “Alan,” he said experimentally, earning an exasperated glare from his research partner.

“I just told you it’s Alex,” he said.

“No,” George said, staring at the plant in dawning horror. So much for AMG-Zeta being a boring little planet. “You just thought that. But I heard you.”

“That’s impossible,” Alex said, his voice faint. “Wait, okay. What am I thinking?”

George, having exactly zero telepathic experience until a minute ago, had no idea how to go about reading someone’s thoughts. He looked at Alex, focusing on his – rather handsome, really – face, watching as he broke out into a teasing grin.

You think I’m handsome?

“Oh bollocks,” George repeated, so startled by hearing Alex’s thoughts in his own head that he fell back on his ass. He probably launched even more plant spores or whatever they were into the atmosphere, and now he’d be stuck with the entire crew of the Mercedes hearing his every passing thought.

“Hey, none of that,” Alex said aloud, his voice low and soothing. “I’m an expert botanist, remember?” George nodded silently, watching as Alex clipped the plant near the roots, secured it in a vessel, and tucked the entire thing into his supply kit. “We’ll just take this back to the ship, and I’ll find a way to synthesize an antidote.” Alex looked back up at George, that smile back on his lips. “Who knows, maybe it’ll wear off in a few hours.” Or maybe it won’t, and we’ll be stuck like this forever. Could come in handy sometimes, a bit like a superpower.

You can’t be serious.

I rarely am. Alex’s smile turned wry. Looks like we’re going to learn a whole lot about each other, George.

[princemick]

@hypersoft-fest week 3: Detective stories + modern book cover

Multi-21 by Christian Horner

In the world of Formula One, honesty, team relationships and working together is a first priority for many. For others winning means everything. When one day two of the best race, fight and argue it ends without a crash but a mystery of betrayal follows the drivers. Will they find out why and how it happened, will a solution be found and will they ever meet again?

[princemick]

@hypersoft-fest week 3: Detective stories + modern book cover

The Gate Series by Flavio Briatore

In a world ruled by money and talent what happens when lies, corruption and crashes break the truth that they've held onto and known for decades?