#nyckierre

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Anyway I have to start writing again. I have some of the next part of Car Crash Hearts written but I'd like to work on something else for a minute.

The descriptions are awful but there's not a lot of room to expand on them.

1. Pierre majors in sports cardiology and his roommate Esteban is an athlete. Esteban ends up in F1 at the end, with Pierre as his personal physician.

2. Pierre works in the hatchery with baby dinosaurs and Esteban is on asset containment security. Disaster strikes and they're left behind when the Evac boats leave. They have to work together to get off the island.

3. Pierre is a highly advanced state of the art android and you can't really tell the difference between him and a human unless you were to open him up. Esteban is his technician and the only person in the world who can fix him/maintenance him. But something happens that ends up in Pierre and Esteban going on the run (Estie has now technically stolen this android) and they fall in begrudging love along the way.

4. Pierre is found half-turned. Esteban puts him out of his misery and finishes the job (he's been a vampire for a while). However, Pierre's other sire comes back and makes a lot of problems for them. More than they are prepared to deal with.

5. If you haven't read the first part of Car Crash Hearts, I implore you to. But yeah Pierre gets into a horrible car accident (personal, not on the track) and Esteban is still listed as his emergency contact. He's left to pick up the pieces and deal with his complicated feelings regarding Pierre while he's watching the poor guy fight for his life in a hospital bed.

6. Pierre gets into a crash on track and he ends up paralyzed from the waist down and unable to drive. There are some other medical conditions as well. He requires a full time caretaker. Nyck de Vries is who Pierre's mum ends up hiring. He's a licensed counselor, a registered nurse, and one of the best caretakers in the world. Even he is not prepared for the wonder and mess that is a broken hearted, stubborn, scorned Pierre Gasly. Angst, healing, and love abound here.

7. Train AU - Pierre and Charles grow up poor (I haven't decided on the time period yet but it's far in the past). Pierre has a plethora of medical conditions (heart condition, severe asthma, among other things) and he's unable to do much of anything at all. Charles, even as kids, always put Pierre first and stayed loyally by his side. He ends up coming up with a plan to get them to a better life and maybe finally get Pierre into a doctor...but it's unknown if Pierre will be strong enough to survive the trip. Charles tries anyway.

8. Pierre rejects Charles. Charles turns to Esteban as a rebound. Esteban is incredibly wary, but he can't deny Charles what he needs. Things get a bit hairy, Esteban gets hurt a few times, but they do work it out in the end. Estie/Charles in the end.

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For you @valmontheights

I have a little writing request

Nyukierre (Nyck x Yuki x Pierre) with Liam Lawson reacting with "You're fucking BOTH OF THEM?" at Yuki.

It was media day and the Alpha Tauri Drivers were doing their thing, giving interviews and doing silly challenges around the paddock.

Warnings: graphic smutty flashbacks, a conversation bordering on crack, very rough, bordering on bdsm themes, double penetration, possessive behaviour, my usual filth basically.

Requested from my prompt list you can find here

Liam wasn't participating, given his status as a reserve driver (although that didn't stop fucking Danny Ric being payed millions in sponsorship deals for it but whatever), but he was still glad to be able to spend time with his potential future teammates. So him and his gossip-pal Yuki were eating lunch when he spotted a dark bruise just peaking out from the top of Yuki's shirt.

Liam smirked, remembering the time he accidentally walked in on Yuki and Pierre in a maintenance closet while looking for the bathroom.

“So how are things going with Pierre?” he asked innocently.

“Good, good. He misses being teammates, this year's alpine sucks.”

Liam hummed in agreement, it really does.

“And how many people know about the two of you now?” he asked through a mouthful of lettuce.

Yuki thought about it for a second.

“I don't know... Pierre has probably told half the paddock. And he isn't exactly discreet with his social media and everything...”

That's an understatement, Liam thought. When the two were teammates, seeing them on top of each other (whether it was while filming challenges or catching them in their driver's rooms) was business as usual around the VCARB and RB teams. It was Yuki and Pierre, Pierre and Yuki, the inseparable duo. It was the norm.

What turned Liam's world on its axis however, is when Yuki’s current teammate Nyck walked in and they stood up to greet him with hugs. Nyck hugged him first, perfectly normally, and then when it was Yuki's turn, he grabbed Yuki's ass, gave it a firm slap, winked at him and sauntered off.

Yuki just sat down and resumed eating like nothing was out of the ordinary, not noticing Liam having a standing internal crisis.

“What the fuck was that?”

“What?” Yuki deadpanned.

“Fucking Nyck slapping your arse and winking at you?! Is there something going on between you two?”

Yuki smirked as he chewed. “Yeah, who do you think gave me this?” He pointed to the bruise on his neck, “Pierre only bites below the belt, if you know what I mean”

That was an image Liam was never going to get out of his head.

“But what about P...wait you’re fucking BOTH OF THEM?!”

There was no way Liam hadn't been heard a mile away but Yuki shushed him anyway and pulled him back down into his seat.

“Yes I'm seeing both of them but don't shout it so loud!”

Yuki's mind briefly flashed back to the night before.

Nyck's hands digging into the meat of his thighs as he pounded into him from below, mouth wandering over his nipples and deliciously defined pecs, settling onto his neck to suck a nice dark bruise into it as they both came together for the second time that night. Yuki’s prostate being abused over and over again as the two men used their incredible stamina to their advantage in the shitty hotel they were put up in.

Once the sheets were ruined and they ensured that the team would get a hefty extra clean-up fee, they collapsed, sweaty bodies tangled in a heap of intertwined limbs.

The pair of them were very flexible, and very experimental in bed, which they had discovered after a drunken night in a club, where Yuki had dared Nyck that if he could touch his toes without bending his knees, Yuki would suck his dick. It was clearly just an excuse to get into Nyck's pants, but they ended up at their hotel anyway, Yuki on his knees as Nyck gripped his hair, cock bruising the back of his throat while he-

Yuki was rudely brought of his daydream by Liam's fingers snapping in front his face.

“Oi! Yuki! Why didn't you tell me about this?! Holy shit this is huge!”

“He is actually, almost as big as Pierre” Yuki said.

Liam's eyes widened and he gasped. “Oh my god Yuki-“ he slapped his arm and they both dissolved into a fit of giggles.

“But wait! Does Pierre know about this?”

Yuki smirked again and nodded, as his mind wandered back to a couple of months prior, the first time he'd told Pierre about his attraction to Nyck.

He'd become an entirely different person that night, a predatory lilt to his voice as he teased Yuki mercilessly and proceeded to dirty talk him through several orgasms, his thick cock buried inside the younger man, completely still, as Yuki writhed on the bed, begging for release.

“You want Nyck to watch you come undone on my cock, Yuki?”

Poor Yuki was trembling under him at this point, neglected cock pressed into the sheets, making a mess.

“Or do you want him to fuck you like the insatiable whore you are?”

That's when he fell apart at the seams, the thought of getting railed by Nyck too much for him as he soaked the sheets, over and over again, as Pierre split him open, whispering all the things he could do to him in his ear.

Pierre was happy to share Yuki, because he knew nobody could compare to him. And he reminded him of it constantly, indeed ‘marking him under the belt’ as Yuki put it, to show anyone who Yuki managed to seduce, that he belonged to Pierre, and would always come back to him, no matter how good they fucked him.

“Oh yes!” Yuki laughed “Pierre knows. And he's more than happy that I have a teammate I can rely on when he is not there”

Liam hummed, various images flashing through his mind. And he wasn't sure whether he wanted them or not...

“And is Nyck fine with Pierre?”

Yuki giggled. “Let's just say, whenever either of them get jealous, they sort it out between themselves”

Yuki was lying in bed on his phone, just about ready to go to sleep, when he got a facetime call from Nyck. That was unusual, he never called him, especially not at night.

Yuki answered the call, expecting a tired looking Nyck in need of a chat, but instead the sight that greeted him was enough to make him drop his phone in shock.

Nyck’s face was buried in a pillow, his ass in the air as Pierre rammed his impossibly thick cock into him. Yuki's ears were ringing, but he didn't miss the way Nyck wailed every time Pierre hit his prostate dead on.

Then Pierre looked up, straight into the camera and Yuki’s dick throbbed.

“This is the Nyck you told me about? The one you said gave you carpet burns from being rough with you?”

Yuki gulped. Nyck tried to prop himself up to speak but Pierre grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face into the pillows roughly and held him there, picking up the pace with his hips.

Nyck came not long after, wailing into the pillows, and Pierre yanked him up by the hair, making him face the camera, tears and drool running down his face and chest. Yuki noticed quite a few marks along his body, hickeys, scratches and bites. What on earth had the two been doing.

“This is the man you claimed was enough to satisfy you when I'm not there?” Pierre continued, mouthing up and down Nyck's neck as he held him up against his chest, still pounding into the shorter man “Pathetic...”

“What- do they also fuck when you're not there?!” Liam asked, now fully invested in this unexpected turn of events, Yuki's schedule be damned.

“Yes they do” Yuki started packing up and got up from the table to put his paper plate in the trash.

“But if you're all into each other, excuse the pun... have you had any threesomes?” Liam’s eyes were wide while he waited for an answer with bated breath.

Yuki didn't know how he'd gotten himself into this situation, he really didn't. One minute they were out celebrating after a race, the next he was being folded in half between Pierre and Nyck, who were making out over his shoulder.

It was the hottest thing he'd ever been a part of, and that was saying something. Yuki wasn't exactly what you'd call vanilla.

He'd then found himself seated on Pierre's cock while Nyck guided his hips up and down at a brutal pace. After he'd already come once from that to loosen him up, Pierre made him lean forward so they could be chest to chest (and make out sloppily) while Nyck slid a finger in next to Pierre. Then two. The stretch was intense, but bearable as Nyck added lube with every finger.

When they deemed him ready, they repositioned Yuki so that he was lying with his back to Pierre, so that Nyck could see both of their faces when he slid inside.

And what a sight it was. Yuki cried out in pleasure and Pierre couldn't help rocking his hips inside Yuki while Nyck inched in slowly.

They felt like they were joined in more ways than one, the feeling so intense that Yuki came just from the intrusion. Nyck thrusted gently, equally affected by the sensations and came not long after, triggering Pierre's own orgasm and they shot rope after rope of cum deep inside their boyfriend...

“Yuki!! You're gonne be late for Lawrence, he’s waiting for you!” Yuki's assistant's voice shouted from outside.

“Well?!” Liam pushed, like an impatient child.

Yuki winked at Liam conspiratorially before wolfing down a cookie (his pathetic excuse for dessert). He stood up and walked towards the exit without a word.

It took Liam a few seconds for his brain to reboot and his mouth to start working again.

“YUKI TSUNODA YOU DOG!”

Ngl I read Nyukierre and thought I was having a stroke, i didn't know this was a thing lmao but now I'm fully invested

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Everything Ends || M || Pierre Gasly & Nyck de Vries

Title: Everything Ends

Rating: Mature (Violence).

Warnings: Blood, light gore, character death.

Pairing: Gen, Pierre/Nyck if you squint

Based on this BEAUTIFUL. STUNNING. GORGEOUS. (tw blood!!!) Piece of art work from @allphatauri - I am begging you to go reblog the art, it is beautiful and I had the honor of watching it come alive before my eyes on stream in my F1 Server <333 This fic was heavily inspired by Nyck and Pierre's story. There may be a part two with Liam and Yuki's.... B)

His heartbeat roars in his ears the moment his eyes focus on Pierre. He’s sprawled on the ground almost like a ragdoll, skin pale and visibly clammy. The twitch of his chest is faint, barely-there, with breaths that come so quickly it makes Nyck feel like he’s the one starving for oxygen.

And perhaps he is. He realizes, now, that he hasn’t taken a breath since stumbling upon Pierre’s body.

In stark contrast to the paleness of Pierre’s skin are the splashes of deep crimson splattered across his chest and dribbling down from his lips. Nyck stumbles forward, his feet betraying his mind’s need to see and understand exactly what has happened by following his heart’s hesitance at experiencing Pierre’s last moments of life.

No, no, surely not. Surely there’s something –

“Pierre?” Nyck whispers, his voice gentle and weak as he pushes himself forward, trembling legs be damned. He collapses as soon as he makes it to Pierre’s side, taking in the magnitude of the wound. There is a gash in his chest he had not noticed before, angry and red and bubbling with every breath Pierre tries to take. The blood pouring from his lips makes sense, now, with the blunt force trauma to his chest so obvious.

His lungs - they must be -

“Pierre, Pierre, please.” Nyck tries again, his voice louder and more urgent as he reaches a quivering hand forward to test the pulse at Pierre’s neck. The beat is feather soft and all but non-existent, like his heart is merely whispering within the confines of his ribs instead of singing with power the way Nyck is so used to. The way he breathes sends a shiver down Nyck’s spine and straight to the core of his soul. The inhales are wet - gurgled and shallow, with a desperation of a rasp to pull air into lungs that may not have the space left in them for oxygen anymore. The exhales are almost worse, rattling with blood that continues to bubble out from the corner of Pierre’s lips. He is choking, suffocating, on the very same blood meant to keep him alive. 

Nyck swallows a mouthful of bile and nearly vomits on the spot. He moves his hand from Pierre’s neck to the side of his face, and only then do hazy, unfocused blue eyes flutter open to meet his gaze.

“Pierre! Hang on, okay? Just hang on. I will get someone to help, just - just don’t go anywhere.” it hurts too much to say ‘don’t die�� even if that is exactly what he means. There is a spark of recognition in Pierre’s eyes that lasts the span of a heartbeat, before that clarity becomes fear, and then that fear becomes chilling horror. Nyck’s blood runs cold at the expression on Pierre’s face, and he grabs his bloody cheeks between both of his hands. “Hey, it’s okay, it’s alright.”

“Run,” Pierre chokes, coughing up an alarming mouthful of blood. He barely manages to pull in a breath to finish his plea, “Please, run. Now.”

“What? I - I will, I will run and get help.” Nyck assures him, though the fear in Pierre’s eyes only seems to grow. Confusion settles over him like a thick and heavy blanket, one that has him trapped and struggling to squirm his way out. 

A soft flicker of movement twists the shadows around Pierre’s body, and Nyck whirls around so quickly it nearly makes his head spin. A gasp claws its way up from the back of his throat when his eyes settle on another presence, a man, looming over him far too close for comfort. He startles, scrambling backwards until his hand accidentally hits Pierre’s arm, and only then does he sober up enough to recognize the man’s face. The panic quells, and his frantic breaths begin to calm as he pulls himself back up to his feet.

“Christian! Please, Pierre – something’s happened to Pierre. We need to get him help, he can’t breathe.”

Christian remains stoically calm, and Nyck watches as his eyes trail down to Pierre, still struggling for air on the ground. Nothing flickers across his face, not one single flash of surprise, of pity, of empathy -

He merely watches Pierre for a moment, head cocked to the side in interest, before his eyes finally trail their way back up to Nyck.

“I’m afraid it’s too late for him, Nyck. He made his bed, and now he has to lie in it.”

“He…what?” 

At that moment, Pierre makes a strangled sort of sound, something that is suspiciously close to Nyck’s own name garbled through a mouth full of blood and breathless lungs. Nyck looks back down at him, noticing the way his chest no longer moves and his eyes, oh, god, his eyes - they’re glassing over. There’s still life left in them, a defiant spark against his fate, but it is merely a blip, destined to fade out.

Nyck feels Christian’s hands on him in the exact second Pierre’s eyes flutter closed, followed by a burst of fire and pain that erupts at the center of his neck. Just as soon as Christian’s arms had grabbed hold of him, they’re gone, and Nyck looks down to see blood pooling from his neck, dripping onto Pierre’s lifeless body on the ground. His heart roars viciously in his ears, pounding away and unhelpfully spilling more blood even quicker as his hands come up in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

“What did - what did you -” Nyck sputters, stumbling on his feet as blood crowds his throat and pours from him quicker than he can attempt to stop it. He turns, and Christian is gone completely from sight. It’s almost like he dreamed him up, like he was never really there at all.

But the gaping wound in his neck says otherwise. As quickly as the blood spills, so too does his consciousness and strength wane. He sways slightly, before his knees completely buckle and he falls listlessly to the ground, ragdolled next to Pierre. Fear ignites in his veins, a strong sense of self preservation running through him as he tries to push through. 

But mere will alone is not enough to fight the demons of blood loss. It is not enough to clear his airway or keep his heart pumping in his chest. It was not enough for Pierre, either, whose body is cooling rapidly beside Nyck. This is not where he wants to die, this isn’t where he wants things to end –

But, he thinks hopelessly, it surely wasn’t where Pierre wanted his life to end, either.

“P-Pierre…” Nyck gasps, coughing out blood with a horrendous gurgling sound. He can’t breathe, oh he can’t breathe, and is this what Pierre felt only moments ago when he was gasping like a fish out of water to pull anything into his crowded lungs? If Nyck had the energy, he would be sick. “Pierre.”

Logically, Nyck knows Pierre is already dead. He watched him take his last breath, with Nyck’s name pressed against his dying lips. He can see the stillness of his chest, and yet he still desperately calls for something, anything.

Anything he can have, anything his slippery, bloody little hands can grab on to, not to die alone.

“Pierre!” he calls out again, desperately, spitting blood from his mouth in the process. His next inhale provides him with a lungful of blood, and he begins to choke feebly against the same forces that took Pierre from him.

The struggle for air hurts more than he ever imagined it could, the way his chest burns and aches and spasms for oxygen that can no longer make it in. His entire body shakes viciously with the need to breathe, god he just wants to breathe -

It’s only a few moments later his head hits the ground right next to Pierre’s, his lips only centimeters away from the shell of Pierre’s ear. He heaves a dry sob, which makes it no further than the drowning mess of his crushed lungs, and wheezes out, “Please. I’m so sorry, Pierre.”

His heartbeat stumbles, falters, and then halts as soon as the words leave his bloodstained lips.

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“I truly must thank you boys for your time, commitment, and service to Red Bull Racing and Alpha Tauri. Unfortunately for you, it seems you were just not compatible. Those services will no longer be needed, and may you take your shameful display of performances with you to your grave.”

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My fic ideas have shifted up a bit.

The stardust au is changing to Lawsunoda. Yuki will be the star, and Liam the clueless human that has no fucking idea what's going on.

Editing the Vampire AU (Pierresteban) to add some characters.

I need to start the FC5 AU, nothing changes there. Yukierre/Oconyck/Lawhan

Oconso HTTYD AU needs to be added to.

Oconso search and rescue AU needs to be started.

I started the Nyckierre AU - Full time caretaker Nyck and Pierre, who is paralyzed from the waist down after a horrific crash on track and removed from F1. Not much done, but working.

I need to start the RBR/AT Hellscape Wingfic AU with Liam, Pierre, Yuki, and Nyck.

I have a Lawhan thing to write too 8)

Pierrestie College au....

Jurassic AU and Android AU..... The car crash pierrestie....

AND THEN I have the requests for Esteban whump, so help me god.

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Apart from Pierre and Esteban, do you write for any other pairings? :)

Like completely pulling both of them out of a ship? No Yukierre, no Piarles? No Estemick or Oconso? Or my sleeper faves Nyckierre or Oconyck?

I used to write for Landoscar back in the day. I could probably do it again but it would be hard. Landoscar was the first pairing I wrote in F1 actually 😊

But yes, I've done Charles/Alex, Alex/George, Liam/Yuki, Liam/Jack, Charles/George, I've written Max/George but I didn't much care for it.

As long as I don't dislike the drivers and I KNOW enough about them, I will write it. I just prefer my blorbos you know?

What pairing are you looking for? I miiiiight be open to it.

My bigger No-Nos romantically are like Strollonso, Esteban/Lance, Lestappen, Maxiel, Carlos/anyone, and I think that's it. I'd be hard pressed to write any Danny ships too tbh not because I don't want to, just can't write Danny LOL.

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:0 what’s ‘nyckierre vroom crash’ abt if you don’t mind providing a snippet of content 👀 other than the crash HAHA

Ask me about my WIPS!

tagging @allphatauri because he's been my soundboard for this fic and he's excited for it!

LMAO so the Nyckierre Vroom Crash one is a lot different than the Pierresteban Vroom Crash one. It's a complete AU, where Nyck de Vries never raced before in his life. He is a licensed counselor and a registered nurse.

(Also, it's not written yet, not even one single word, so I have no real content to give you I'm sorry)

Pierre gets into a crash on the track and it's quite severe. He ends up with a few life-long conditions, including being paralyzed from the waist down. So, obviously, he is unable to drive anymore.

This cocktail of medical issues and being paralyzed means at least for a little while (or potentially long term) he will need a 24/7 caretaker. Pierre's mum does her research and hires only the best of the best - that's Nyck. It works in their favor that he's an RN as well, because Pierre's vitals need constant monitoring for the first 2 weeks he's out of the hospital and the monitoring needed to be done by someone who understands what all the vitals mean. Nyck being an RN makes him perfect for that.

Pierre is - well, heartbroken. Devastated. Depressed. He is not an easy person to deal with in the beginning and it's understandable. There's lots of sharp tones and yelling and even some cold shoulder tactics that he uses with Nyck for a while, while he processes his own shit. Nyck being a licensed counselor tries to help the best he can - but he ends up getting Pierre into therapy because his expertise only goes so far and Pierre needs more help in that department than Nyck can give him.

But it's a slowburn, wherein Nyck is very VERY patient with frightened and wounded Pierre, and they make a ton of progress together - through MANY setbacks and trials and errors. Eventually, the goal is to get Pierre to answer all of his friends and his family because he's been ignoring their calls and texts. Then it's get Pierre out of the house. Then it's to get him to watch an F1 race. Then it's get him to a track to face his past life, see his friends, hurt and heal, ect ect.

I left out a lot of meat obviously but there's a good chunk of what that fic is meant to be about!

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rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs

tagged by: @fastcarsgovroomm

Pierrestie College AU

Assorted F1 Drabble Requests

Pierresteban Androids Beep Boop

Pierresteban Dinosaurs Rawr

Star light, Star bright (landoscar)

Pierresteban Vampires argh

Inception & Shit

Landoscar drabbles & shit

Pierresteban Vroom Crash

Landoscar Bad Times

Featherdust

Piarles train au choochoo

Pierrestie Cardio shit

Estecharles Ripperoni

Nyckierre Vroom Crash :(

So I think I've seen everyone and their mom do this but I'll tag some folks anyway. @bumblewyn @chilling-seavey @landoisokay man I dunno...like everyone has done this.

If you see it and you wanna do it, do it. And tag me in it.

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Sighs as I add nortrell wips to my list of wips. Fuck.

Adding nyckierre and estemick too.

I need more yukierre as well. Heck. It's all over for me.