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planetmimi · 10 months ago

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decode - cl16

context: charles leclerc x black!fem!oc, some smau (cause i love those doooown)

faceclaim: @balialdn on insta

cw: none

summary: after a five-month social media break, artist Ahvi finally comes back to social media. her comeback is in the midst of dating rumors swirling around her and two of her...friends.

Italic = flashback

feedback is appreciated, this is my first one so please be nice

ahvi

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ahvi: my french is getting better, might use it in this project…maybe? (be calm yall)

f1lover: CHARLES WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! welcome back queen (im trying to be calm, i think i might actually explode from happiness)!!!

username74: oh look the whore is back

username54: awww we all hoped you would never come back

username12: no fr! when her contract ran out i thought that we were finally done with her

username276: YOU DIDNT SAY FOR A WHOLE YEAR MAAM

lewishamilton: new music, maybe?

ahvi: maybe… if you get me paddock passes

lewishamilton: ask your boyfriend...maybe

ahvi: blocked, reported and banned from listening to my music cause OMG?! i just got back too?! like please ntm on me

charles_leclerc: teaching you french has been quite the challenge, i would like some type of credit please

ahvi: if you podium i'll think about it

charles_leclerc: and if i get P1 i want a song written for me and to be in the music video

ahvi: *gasps in étonnement* thats asking for a lot, P1 twice this season and you've got yourself a deal

username67: you should have never come back nobody wants to hear your shitty music

stanningahvi: the fact that it’s been damn near two years without any new music… and a year since we've last seen you👁️👄👁️

lew_max.444: no cause if this is a trick…imma do something heinous

ahvi: is this a threat ? cause it’s kinda feeling like a threat

ahvi4f1: i mean…we can make it one if you want us to 🤷🏾‍♀️

zendaya: as your bestfriend i have to let you know, if you don’t drop this, i will do so for you (i will leak it)❤️

ahvi: sounds like less work for me tbh 🤷🏽‍♀️

zendaya: alright yall secret project dropping next month at 4 pm PST

ahvi: ouuu d*sney dupe 🤭

tomholland2013: please, don’t check your messages mate

zendaya: don’t listen to him. go check your messages babe. go ahead.

ahvi: #CANCELZENDAYA

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ahvi

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ahvi: why didn't y'all tell me Australia is so hot ?? oh wait.. thats just me sorry y'all

landonorris : FIRST !

ahvi: 15th actually

landonorris : ......... you think you're so funny huh

ahvisdrafts: i mean she is actually a full time stand up comedian, part time singer-songwriter.

ahvi: you get it

username2: so, you and whats his face broke up and now you're going between F1 drivers?

f1grids: wow, never expected an A lister to become a grid groupie

girly2pop: are you ready to write a song for that man?

ahvi: stooop. shhhhhh. if no one mentions it EVER AGAIN i won’t have to do it

normani: tea is she's actually written like six of em already

georgerussell63: why is it always me?!

username29: girl we've heard the rumors about you getting around miss paddock princess

username : never would i have expected ahvi to become as close as she is with the f1 grid…like i didn't even know she knew what f1 was

username9: shes sleeping her way through it lol

username: girl you need to back up off charles

username6: no for real...going to australia three weeks before race week? way to scream desperate

Over the last year Ahvi has become somewhat of a hermit, between rumors swirling of a potential relationship between her and Charles, and her break up with her ex-friend becoming known to the public. All of this buzz around her name has generated a lot of hate, whether it be from her ex-friend's fans, Charles fans or her own haters. For the last year Ahvi has just been the internet's punching bag, despite not being active on the internet.

In the year she took away from social media a lot happened, a lot changed. Before she started her break, she was just off a stadium world tour, about to drop her first proper album. She felt on top of the world, until one day, with only three months left in her tour. Just before her second day at Wembly Stadium, when she fainted during soundcheck and was sent to the hospital.

- a year ago -

Her heartbeats so loud she almost can't hear what the nurse in front of her is saying. The nurse smiles lightly "I know this is probably very shocking, so I will give you some time, but your options are a bit limited with how far along you are." Ahvi nods, trying to process the words that were said to her, "I just- I'm sorry, I know I've made you say it to me a hundred times over but just...one more time and can I see the results."

"Don't worry, this is a common response in this situation," the nurse says as she hands over the blood test results. Ahvi looks at the blood test results, there it is, in black and white, "your HCG levels are higher than normal," the nurse points to her HCG results. Aleyah's eyes follow the nurse's finger, "Your results put you at being 17 weeks pregnant." There's that word again, pregnant, the one part of this she can't wrap her head around. As the nurse was talking to her an ultrasound tech brought in an ultrasound machine.

Ahvi tries her best to truly listen and absorb what the nurses are telling her as she lifts her shirt up to start the ultrasound. When the ultrasound tech brings the wand to where the gel was put a fast heartbeat fills the room and tears swell in the young singers eyes.

The 22-year-old looks at the ultrasound screen, a small incredulous whisper tumbles from her lips, "what the fuck."

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totothewolff · 7 months ago

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Season of Love (7/?)

+18 | Toto x reader fem!teamprincipal, romance, comedy, and some good drama.

Summary: One night on a pier in Monaco, while admiring the sea under the night skies, you tell Toto: "I came to the conclusion that love is simply not meant for me." That's the answer to a question you have been asking yourself for the longest time. But what if he proved you wrong? Author's note: This is a multichapter Toto Wolff x team principal reader fic set along a season of F1. It's a very immersive story full of drivers, team dynamics, races, mystery, and smut. You just bought the Williams team, but nobody really knows who you truly are.

< Previous chapter | Masterlist | Next chapter >

The Color of Truth is Blue Arc Chapter 7: Red flagsss

Italy

You stay off-the-grid that entire weekend to everyone's concerns.

Your phone remains turned off and forgotten on the sofa at Seb's place, kilometers away from you now, as he takes you on a sudden road trip through the Italian Riviera in his 1995 classic blue Citroën DS19.

Knowing the beautiful scenery and brief stops at the Mediterranean towns' gorgeous tourist sites would keep your mind from hurtful thoughts.

And, boy, he was right.

Your mood gets less somber as you two enjoy your gelatos while peacefully walking the Giardini Botanici Hanbury, feeling the fresh breeze from the trees on your skin and hearing the birds chirping around you.

It turns out Seb is full of great love and life advice. He sounds so mature and open about it that it seems new and shocking to you.

How can someone love so freely and so fearlessly?

Seb watches you sigh as you finish packing the clothes you bought and wore during the weekend in your also new suitcase since touring Italy in his clothes seemed like something other than a fit for your aesthetics and ego.

Still, you chose to wear his vintage Monty Python t-shirt with mom jeans for the flight back, as you loved the graphic, its colors, and the fact that it fits you a bit oversized and comfy. It made you feel safe.

—Everything will be fine —he expresses.

—I know —you look at Seb and give him a shy smile, only if he knew.

—Ready, then? —he holds open the door for you.

—More than ever —you answer, and you are.

Hungary

Much to your poor nerves, the Hungary Grand Prix week is finally here.

And you need to meet Pascal on the outskirts of town so he can deliver you the device.

That nervous sensation in your stomach grows as the chauffeur/gunman drives you closer to the meeting point, which is inside the third floor of a decadent and abandoned old building from the socialist era.

It's been more than a decade since last you saw him in person, as he was getting violently pinned down to the floor and dragged away by a SWAT team as you screamed.

His piercing blue eyes and his handsome face were covered in blood coming from a deep wound over his eyebrow from the contact of a fist punch as he whispered a soft and reassuring "I will be fine; you will be fine."

That memory was forever tattooed in your brain, sometimes making you wake up with a cold sweat at night.

As you finish climbing the narrow swirl stairs that once may have been stunning, you open the enormous, washed-down, and scratched-wood double doors. They creak so loud, making the place echo, as the tall, muscular figure of a man looking out of an open, broken window turns your way, following the sound.

Your heart skips at the sight of him; you guess those feelings never truly disappeared.

He watches you approach him with the same expression as your heels clack loudly on the dirty, now opaque, tiled floor.

You rush your pace in the last couple of remaining steps. Reaching closer to Pascal's figure, a smile forms on his lips, expecting you to throw yourself into his arms.

But as you are millimeters away from his body, you slap him so hard, making his head turn. His lip bleeds a little bit from the contact before sinking into his neck as he pulls you in a really tight hug above the ground; your hand caresses his hair and cheek as you lay your foreheads in one another.

—It's great to see you, kid. We don't have much time —Pascal tells you as he places you back to the ground and points to the ankle monitor on his calf with a blinking light. —Inside this is the tracker; follow the protocol precisely as we practiced it, and everything will be alright. You are so brave —he hands you a green Hermes bag. —Go.

You want to talk to him more, say more, and let him know all that happened in your life after him and thanks to him, but he rushes you to leave, not wanting to expose you more than necessary, and for you to return to safety.

You slide your hand down his arm and squeeze his hand as you walk away, letting it go only when he gets out of your reach.

The weather at the track gets damn awful, umbrellas everywhere, grey skies, and all lights on, even if it's really early.

The free practice is a complete mess, thanks to the various puddles and Logan's car pinballing around.

Sam looks extremely uneasy that day under the stern scrutiny from Toto.

—Stop it. You are making me uneasy, too. What's with you? —he asks as Sam nervously moves around.

—Nothing, I don't want Lewis to crash or George to get hurt. That thing with Logan was awful —she lies quickly, as paramedics had to help him out of the car while many "ouchs" from the crowd were exchanged as he wasn't walking alright.

Toto looks at her with a deadly "Please, I'm not stupid" look.

But he lets it go before he overhears; Niki asks her directly as she reaches him. —Have you heard from her?

Sam knows exactly to whom (you) he is referring. —No.

And that's what makes her more nervous than anything. "Please, be ready," she thinks.

Toto raises an eyebrow at the interaction. Is something going on?!

You decide to show up until qualy.

You walk around the paddock and pitline as if following a path, but this is only noticeable if someone is paying you lots of attention, which Charles is.

He catches your step in the middle, distracting you; you cut him as he opens his mouth to say something.

—Not now, later —you look so authoritarian he doesn't protest. —I need to focus. Do you get it? —now you mutter to him, low.

He nods. —Take care, please —is all he says, and he walks away. He is not able to talk to you about what happened at the Gala and about all Seb told him; he only told him the bits Seb knew weren't to be kept.

Toto is there, too, observing your every move. The more he looks and follows you, the weirder it gets.

Judging by the expression you and Charles shared, how nerve-wracking Sam is acting, and how quiet Niki is, there is no way something isn't happening.

Could it be the aftermath of what happened at the Gala? To which he is the one to blame for.

Toto waits for the perfect moment to confront Sam. After the practice ends and everyone moves to the hospitality and headquarters, he notices the blond walking down the corridor of his office in the direction of Niki's. He quickly gets on his feet and follows her around. Sam notices and rushes her pace.

Out of nowhere, he pushes Sam softly against the wall to make her stop. —What's going on? Don't dare to lie to me —he looks dead concerned about it, borderline paranoid.

—It's not my place to tell you —she sadly replies and pushes him away too, roughly, knowing the last time she said those words, she ended up hurting a friend. —Don't push it! It won't work! My lips are sealed —she warns him as she fixes her shirt and returns to work.

—I know I fucked it up —Toto lets out, looking at Samanta's back as she faces the door down the hall as he leans one of his hands on the wall.

Fuck, he sounds so sad, almost wounded. Sam closes her eyes, feeling awful, before taking a step and walking away in total silence.

It's the eve of the Hungarian Grand Prix, and the paddock is abuzz with excitement and anticipation.

It's regular business with teams preparing their cars and mechanics working tirelessly to ensure every engine is revving if it wasn't for the extreme security present this time.

There are not-so-discreet gunmen in different places, catching the attention of some guests and team members.

Fans gather at the circuit, voices rising in cheers. The energy is palpable as everyone eagerly awaits the engines' roar and the tires' screech on the track.

This time, The Hungarian Grand Prix is more than just a race; today, it welcomes a peculiar, to say the least, special guest to participate in the opening ceremony: one political candidate, desperate to be in the spotlight and under the cameras, seizing the opportunity with the upcoming election just weeks from today.

It has been almost a year since your intelligence team confirmed to you that the juicy donations from Hungarian and Serbian accounts addressed to the FIA/F1 were the single most crucial lead to the man you have been hunting for years and years: Jószef Lenkov.

Lenkov had planned to tour the paddock on foot before arriving at the pit lane to participate in the committee during the country's anthem ceremony.

It's your only opportunity in decades to approach him, and you can't miss it. Your entire team and life depend on it; it's personal.

You feel sick to your stomach as you watch Lenkov and his entire entourage arrive. After all these years, he is there, in person, just meters away from you, as in one of your nightmares; there he is, the reason behind all the suffering in your life and the ones you love.

Even if you now have a different name and aspect and are being protected and monitored, a lingering fear is still deep in you.

You were just a child the last time you saw him.

God, how much you despise that man, how much you want to succeed in bringing him down, how much you want him gone for good.

You start casually walking closer and around them, near the distance but not enough to be noticed by all those guards protecting him.

You follow the path that you rehearsed thousands of times.

Everything goes according to plan until you make it to the pitlane on the final and most crucial move.

In a matter of seconds, your vision gets all blurry.

Your ear makes an awful whistling sound, and you feel stabs of pure pain on your right forearm, the one you just got up by instinct to protect you from smashing directly into the glass, which shatters enough to hurt you as you get pushed to the side against the glass barrier where Rolex had an interactive advertising booth for those with a VIP access.

Everyone near you watches the scene in genuine shock as one of the brutal security assholes of Lenkov forces you away from him.

As you approach the older man from behind, you are able to place your hands on his shoulder and just above his jacket pocket inside that entourage of suited security men as he waves the crowds of militants in the stands supporting him.

Lewis watches, shocked at how little you react to such a violent punch. There is almost no expression in response from you, no wincing, which raises all his alarms.

Samanta tries her best to look as surprised as the rest, and thank God Toto next to her is fuming with rage that doesn't pay her any attention.

Since yesterday, he has been suspicious that something is going on and has followed her closely the entire day, too, so she has remained as far from you as possible.

A lot happens around you as you recover; Lenkov doesn't even bother to turn around or give his attention to the commotion as he gets rushed away from the scene by his team of gorillas guarding him.

Your blood starts spilling everywhere on the pitlane concrete floor; it seems and feels like a deep cut on the forearm.

FIA security holds the violent bodyguard and escorts him out, and aid comes your way.

You compose yourself reasonably quickly.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice your entire team of mechanics and drivers moving towards the guy with killer instincts since everything is happening barely a meter away from your garage entry.

—Anyone who dares to move an inch gets out of this team —you warn them in such a dangerous, deep voice. Something no one has witnessed you do before.

Millie looks at you as you have transformed into someone else, like something buried inside you has come out.

No one dares to move.

You rush to grab one of the mechanics' jackets and tighten it around your arm, trying to stop the bleeding. Paramedics arrive as fast as possible and start working on your nasty wound.

Once inside the ambulance, you instruct them to take you straight to your hotel room against their will; you let them know it's an order, not an option.

You catch a glimpse of Pascal among the crowds near the pit stop. Now, he knows you have accomplished the job because of the smile you give him through the open door of the ambulance, like a lioness before eating her sleep prey.

After getting some provisional stitches and a fresh bandage, you arrive at the Corinthia Hotel.

The white gauze gets redder with every step you take. Still, you hide it well behind the space thermal blanket the paramedics give you, walking as fast as possible, trying to avoid grabbing the attention of the guests in the hotel on your way to your destination.

Drops of blood are on your expensive pink glaze tweed Valentino dress.

You knock on the room you got instructed to, using the signal number of knocks your team told you to.

You quickly enter the large double room once they open the door for you. The curtains are closed, and the lights are on. A team of six guys on computers with tons of cables and some devices wrapped in foil, along with a couple of gunned men, greet you.

An exceedingly handsome, fit man in an expensive Armani power suit sits on the couch, legs crossed, with a drink in his hand.

He turns to talk to you. —We got signal! Now we can trace him —he informs you; he notices you are hurt and instantly gets concerned, and his fierce eyes softened.

Everyone claps as you collapse next to him on the couch. He grabs your once again bloody hand and comes close to kneel in front of you, sharing an intimate moment as tears run down your cheeks, not knowing if it was the emotion of the moment or the pain provoking them.

—You succeeded! I'm so proud of you —Matt rubs a finger on your bruised knuckles and softly kisses them —The tracker you placed on Lenkov will lead us to his current quarters. I will take it from here.

You nod, exhausted.

—You are done more than enough; now I have to play my part —he informs you.

—What?! —you let out as your heart skips.

—If I don't cause a scene, it will raise questions.

—Wait, Matt, it's unnecessary! I don't think they notice; the FIA aren't exceptionally bright...

—You just got slaughtered in our team garage, and you think it is not necessary? —he looks at you with an exasperated face.

—You don't need to show up! I can handle this! I don't require you to intervene! —you enter complete panic mode; you need more time and want more time.

—What you need is a surgeon; that cut seems deep, but they will take you to the hospital now. I will meet you there after visiting the pitlane —Matt ends the conversation right there, his beautiful clear blue eyes looking authoritarian at you.

—Matthew, no, wait! —you know it is impossible to make that man change his mind; once he makes a decision, it gets done. You all live in a world that is his. You know how erratic, spoiled, and unreliable he is.

There it is, the control freak from which you ran away.

Your limbs get cold as you have this conversation, and moving causes you so much pain now, so you let your case rest, knowing there's nothing else you can do.

More tears run down your face, but not caused by the wound; it is your heart bleeding.

Samanta watches Matthew walk past the Mercedes garage's front like she is seeing a walking ghost.

He looks gorgeous, with perfect hair, on-point clothes, and swaggy steps, but this time, he has a lethal gaze.

He tilts his head and looks straight at her for a second. Sensing her eyes on him, Matt subtely smirks at Sam and keeps going.

Sam stays still, watching, knowing everything is about to change.

—All good? —Lewis asks her, concerned, witnessing the interaction.

—Yes, I'm just shocked and worried about what happened! I hope she's doing okay!

—We all do —Niki joins the conversation, looking somber, hands in his pockets. Then, he softly whispers to Sam. —I hope she succeeded.

—Me too —Sam answers, knowing that he knows.

Toto is quiet and reflective in his chair, far from them. Sam does everything possible not to cross his sight and avoids him the rest of the night.

He has many questions and needs your answers.

If you ever want to talk to him ever.

He prays God you do.

That you still want him.

Matthew arrives at the gruesome scene with a group of lawyers, who carry cameras and tablets and start taking pictures and collecting testimonials.

Of course, it is all pretend; your team is about to control the narrative of the events: "It was a non-related security brokerage" is about to fill social media, bots, press, and TV.

The FIA is about to be blamed for having weak security protocols for its people.

Matt is not pleased to see your blood spread all over the pitstop's concrete floors. He feels murderous inside, and he looks like it.

He notices many curious eyes set on him, but he is used to it; a man with his appearance always draws attention anyway.

Schumi walks to him. —Hi, Mr. De Vos. Is Y/N okay, boss?!

—I just got informed she is at the hospital right now getting surgery. I will be by her side soon. I needed to see it first with my own eyes. I can't believe this! —fuck he sounds pissed looking at the "crime scene."

The next day, the stewards were going nuts trying to manage the entire situation, and the busy FIA scheduled a meeting to discuss the violent events with all the astonished team principals.

To reassure them that they were handling the situation and that there was no need for anyone not to feel safe, and to say: "It won't happen again, we swear."

—I didn't know Ken existed in real life! —Otmar jokes under his breath with Mattia and Fred as they all watch Matthew having a call on the other side of the clear glass panel walls outside the meeting room.

All TPs are gathered in a vacant and enormous room, along with some team owners, waiting for Massi to arrive and discuss the gruesome circumstances of the night before.

Matthew enters the room, grabbing everyone's attention and provoking a "Who is this guy?" face on the men inside.

His blonde lawyer waits for him outside just by the door; they both look busy.

That blonde guy looks familiar to Toto. Oh, yeah! It's Sam's brother.

Matthew joins the circle of chairs. —Couldn't they get cheaper ones? —he jokes as the thing squeaks with his weight. He is very muscular but lean, like a model.

Everyone laughs, agreeing.

—We look like we are about to take fucking therapy —Gunther colorfully adds.

Horner chuckles at his comment.

—My name is Zack, and I'm addicted to speed —he teases.

—Hi, Zack! —three of them answer in unison.

—I'm Christian. I'm addicted to winning —Horner jokes, too.

—Mr. Lauda —Matthew greets him, standing to receive a hug from the older man as he joins the group.

—Oh, so handsome as ever! —Niki comments on Matt's good looks and pats his face. Matt doesn't seem bothered by it; he has quite an authoritarian presence and a stern face that could spam from the sweetest thing to a serial killer within seconds, but he smiles at Niki.

—How is she? —Niki asks, concerned for your well-being.

—She went through reconstructive surgery, which took five hours. The glass cut tendons and nerves, so she needs to take therapy to get her movement back. She can't feel pressure or heat on her fingers and has minimal movement on her entire arm.

—Yeah, all sense gets gone for a good couple of weeks —Niki states. He knows the procedures well; he went through some after his crash. —I'm calling her to advise her on how to deal with it; it gets frustrating.

—That would be fantastic. Y/N will very much appreciate your supporting words; she is still shaken by all that has happened.

—And what happened exactly? —Mattia inserts himself in their conversation. Matthew turns to him with a cold expression, a mixture of "you aren't part of this conversation" and "I don't have anything to explain to you."

—According to the FIA, it was just a simple "accident," but my team differs —Matthew answers him with sarcasm and deadpan.

Toto already dislikes Matt. He acts arrogant and entitled. Niki sits beside him, and Massi rushes in, followed by a group of stewards and his assistants.

—Apologies, it's been crazy! Oh! Mr. De Vos, thank you for joining us!

"Mr. De Vos?!" Toto's expression changes from annoyed to surprised as he stares for the first time straight at him, to which Matthew holds his look.

Matt instantly switches personalities as Massi addresses him. His pose goes from relaxed on his chair to dangerous, with one leg resting on his knee. His eyes look harsh, like a wolf about to bite the lamb's neck.

—This can't happen again —he says in the most authoritarian voice, with no greeting. Massi's eyes widen. —This wasn't an accident; it was incompetence from your security, your organization, and yours —Matthew destroys him.

He knows playing with your food is not polite, but he isn't the most successful man in his type of business by being kind or soft. —Bring your PR team. I need to have a word with them —Matt continues.

Massi looks at him, alarmed, but nods, agreeing.

—Now —Matt slowly and softly finishes saying.

Massi nods again and quickly goes out of the room.

—Can we hire you? —Stroll asks Matt in awe.

—You don't have that kind of money —he jokes back.

"Yes, he is insufferable," Toto thinks.

After an extensive meeting, Matthew gives the FIA two months to develop a new and better security protocol, or they will sue.

After receiving many concerned texts and "I hope you get better soon" mentions, you finally replied in the group chat: "I now have a bionic forearm, but it doesn't shoot lasers. Bummer!"

"I have something in my body that shoots too, but neither is my arm nor are lasers," Lando jokes.

Everyone laughs.

During the break that the Mercedes team takes to lunch, Sam visits you at the hospital, and she takes you tons of gifts. She is the only one who is allowed to visit you or knows your location.

Among the gifts is a letter from Toto that you don't dare to open.

After returning from the hospital, Sam joins the girl squad for a much-needed chat.

—He looks fake! It's like the Greeks marbled him —Millie says, checking out Matthew while he talks with a man obstructed by a poster with Sam, Angela, and Brigita beside her.

—He is so handsome! That's some cute, firm bubble booty —Angela lusts for him.

—And you haven't seen him without a shirt; he has abs for days —Sam informs them.

—One can only imagine —Brigita whispers.

Matthew is chatting with Alexi, Sam's brother, behind the sign, obstructing Millie's view until he moves.

As soon as she notices Alexi, she hugs and greets him. —Uncle! —she lets out, throwing herself into his arms, excited as they embrace each other.

Sam joins them against her will. —How lovely! A family reunion, yikes! —she says sarcastically, pretending to hate the thing.

They all candidly talk till Niki and Toto reach them.

—You don't remember Matthew?! Really? Are you sure?! —Alexi looks incredulous at Millie as he asks her.

She denies fiercely with her head.

—But he has been invited to many family gatherings!

—Nope! —Millie then gestures at Matt's body with her hand. —If I had seen this, I would remember it, believe me! —then she turns to him, a bit red on the cheeks. —With all due respect —she adds, and Matthew shrugs, amused.

—Don't boost his ego, please. It's already enormous —Sam rolls her eyes at them.

—No worries! —Alexi addresses his niece. —He is so used to this; a girl once fainted before him. No joking; it happened during our college years. You were so popular with the girls —then turns to face Matthew. —Y/N was the most envied girl on campus —Alexi finishes saying and then looks at the two men now joining them.

—You must be Sam's brother —Toto extends a hand to him, to Niki's right.

—Yes, I am! I have heard so much of you —he says as they shake hands. Alexi looks very friendly and chatty, utterly different from Sam and Matt. It could be more like Millie's genes; maybe it's that part of his family.

—I hope nice things! —Toto jokes.

—Apparently, this gremlin is fond of you —he smirks at a now embarrassed Sam at the revelation.

Alexi is Matthew's lawyer. They have been friends since childhood, since the womb as their families have been close for centuries. Yes, centuries, big old-timey money with insulting fortunes, the kind of money that would make someone sick.

They both studied law at Cambridge at the same time.

Alexi then quickly adds. —You haven't been introduced to each other, right? Matthew, this is Toto Wol..

—I know —Matt cuts him. —We just saw each other at the meeting.

None of them moves an inch to greet the other. An awkward tension is palpable.

—Oh, well, then. Anyway, this "knows it all" is Matthew De Vos, owner of the Williams team and Y/N's husband.

"Y/N'S HUSBAND! WHAT THE FUUUU-!" Toto struggles to play it cool.

To be continued... < Previous chapter | Masterlist | Next chapter > - A new arc is here with lots to unpack and reveal! Finally, we are getting to more know about her! I hope you liked this chapter, but prepare for what comes next! Read you soon <3

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toppersjeep · 1 year ago

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Part 4 Where Do We Go Now- Lando Norris X Reader

Masterlist

(A/N: currently listening to wanna be yours while writing this. and it feels very coded to this part so I’ll add it)

Your POV

I walked into my office at the paddock and noticed another note on my desk. But this time no gift. Which was weird. If it wasn’t Max or Charles then who kept doing this.

I opened up the letter.

The Letter:

Dear Y/N, I’ve always hated the way you looked at him and not me. Part of me always wished I could be him ,just so you’d look at me the same way. Do you ever see the way I look at you?? He’s never looked at you the way I do. Maybe it’s because he’s never loved you as much as I do. I wanna scream it from the rooftops. I don’t think he ever deserved you if I’m being honest. You deserved better than him. I can’t hide how much I want you anymore. It’s killing me not being able to tell you how much I want to be yours. All I’ve ever wanted was to be yours and for you to be mine. But I don’t know if you’ll ever feel the same way. So if you do want to know who this. Then meet me in the garage before the race in Austin. I can’t keep hiding this anymore.

___

I set the note down. I knew what I had to do now. I ran out of my office.

“Y/N you going somewhere I need help with something” Oscar said. “It’s kinda important Oscar I gotta go” I said. “But they need you to race today” Oscar said. “What why” I said. “I don’t know but this is your opportunity go get it” Oscar said. “But your seat” I said.

“You are very talented and I know you can do this” Oscar said. “Thanks Osc” I said. I then walked over to the garage. I looked around not seeing anyone in the garage.

“Great this is hopeless just another stupid prank or something” I said to myself. Nobody was coming maybe this was all in my head. I sat on the wheel of Landos car.

I was only gonna wait a couple more minutes. Before I had to get ready to race. I then heard footsteps from behind me.

“I can’t believe you actually..” Lando said. “Lando” I said. “You showed up” Lando said. “You’ve been writing these” I said. “Yes I have and I’ve been dying to tell you” Lando said I stood up.

“Lando I” I said. “For years he’s gotten everything including you” Lando said. “All I’ve ever wanted was you.. but I didn’t know how to say” Lando said. “This is all so” I said.

“Confusing.. yeah I know but just listen to me” Lando said. “Lando I” I said looking into his beautiful eyes. “But I need you to know that I love you.. more than anything” Lando said. “Y/N I’ve loved you forever and I can’t hide it anymore” Lando said cupping my cheek.

“I…” I began to say but we were cut off. “Guys we gotta get ready and Y/N suit up” Zak said I nodded. “She’s racing” Lando asked. “Yeah Oscar has a concussion so he can’t she’s in” Zak said.

…

We finally lined up on the grid. I was in third place and Lando in second. Max was in first as usual. But I knew that I needed to win. And Lando and I already had a plan.

The team let us connect our radios. Being that I normally help him.

“Radio check Lando” I said. “Yeah I can hear you Y/N sounds good” Lando said. “He already knows your strategy so let’s switch things up” I said he laughed. “Spice it up a bit huh” Lando said.

“Exactly Lando” I said. “Well I got your back on this one” Lando said. “And I’ll defend your position” I said. “We’ve got this one in the bag” Lando said. “Then let’s give everyone a show” I said.

The race finally started. Lando got in front of me. I defended my position and his too. Behind me was Carlos. I knew he was quick but I couldn’t let him get through.

And of course Max was driving very dangerously. Trying to push Lando of the track.

“Lan you know the drill” I said. “Yeah I know but he’s being a dick” Lando said. “We will get him when she times right” I said.

It was down to the last two laps. Time went by. But Max didn’t pit and he was still on old tires. Lando and I knew what we were doing.

“Alright Lan you ready” I said. “Yep just be careful you know how he is” Lando said. We finally hit a straight. I went around the left and Lando went around the right side.

Max only saw the one strategy. So he was covering the right side. As I snuck through to take P1. And then Lando got by. Max was getting slower because of his old tires.

“That was a good operation Y/N” Lando said. “Stay behind me there’s DRS enough for you to pass me” I said. “Y/N..” Lando said. “Lando just go get your first win” I said. “You’d do that for me” Lando asked. “Yes of course Lando” I said. “But why” Lando said. “Because I love you” I said.

He then passed me and crossed the finish line. We got both of us up on the podium. We went around again and then parked the cars in our spots. “That was brilliant Y/N just brilliant” Zak said I took my helmet off. “Thank you” I said smiling.

“Y/N that was insane you guys over took Max beautifully” Oscar said. “See I do have good ideas” I said. “Everyone’s pissed at the Red Bull garage” Oscar said. “Good” I said. Lando came over. “First big win Lando congrats” Oscar said hugging him.

“This is so unreal” Lando said taking his helmet off. “You deserve it we are so proud of you” Zak said shaking his hand. “I’m on the podium” Lando said jumping around. He then went over and hugged his Dad. I smiled. Max ended up with fourth. Carlos got third.

“That was so good Y/N you are incredible” Carlos said hugging me. “Thank you Carlos” I said. “And very feisty that overtake my goodness” Carlos said. “You let him go ahead but why” Charles said. “Because..” I said looking at Lando. “Ah .. he’s the one writing the letters” Charles said.

“Well duh he’s been in love with her for years” Carlos said. “You knew” I said. “Yes I knew he was behind them I am his other best friend” Carlos said. “So now what” I said.

“Now you go get the guy” Charles said. I then walked over to Lando. “Lan” I said tapping his shoulder. “Ye..

He began to say I then kissed him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me.

“WOOO WOO FINALLY” the crowed cheered. “go Y/N that’s my girl” Kika yelled. “Finally” Carlos said. “I…” I said. “I love you” Lando said. “I love you” I said he smiled and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Double podium baby let’s go” Lando said spinning me around. “We did it” I said. “First F1 win for Y/N” Lando said the team cheered. “Can you put her down we need her” Zak said. Lando set me down. “Right your right” Lando said.

Later..

We all went out to celebrate our double podium. A lot of the team came and our friends too.

“Y/N let me just say that was some race” Lewis said. “I still can’t get over her letting him pass” Charles said. “Oh mate you wouldn’t have let me through” Carlos said looking at Charles.

“No not if I’m faster and she was” Charles said. “Did you not hear the radio message” Kika said. “No what was it” Charles said. “He asked why she wanted him to pass” Kika said. “And then she said because I love you” Kika said.

“Awww well that’s kinda sweet” Charles said. “But what about Carlando” Carlos said sadly. “You know I love you too Carlos” Lando said I laughed. “But he loves Y/N more” George said. “True” Lando said I smiled.

“I mean I’m pretty great” I said. “Yeah yeah.. you are the best” Lando said pulling me closer to him. “I have to document this I feel like a proud Dad” Daniel said taking a picture of me and Lando. “Dan send me those” I said.

“Of course I will” Daniel said setting his camera down. After the dinner we went back to the hotel. Lando and I walked to our rooms. Which we had alone. But something felt different.

“Umm…never mind” Lando said. He was about to go into his room. “Wait” I said he stopped. “What” Lando said. I then ran over and kissed him. “Can I stay” I said looking at him. “Yes I’d like that” he said smiling.

…….……

The next day

“Oh did I wake you I’m sorry” Lando said. “No une sunlight did” I said rolling over. “Oh my bad I must’ve hit that” Lando said shutting the blinds. “Mmmh that’s better” I said.

“If I’m being loud I can go out” Lando said I looked over at him and smiled. “What’s the smile for” Lando said. “Just admiring you” I said. “Ah checking me out” he said. “A bit” I said he laughed. “And” he said. “My best friends super hot” I said.

“You are too cute” Lando said. “I think I’m stealing your shirts more often it” I said. “Well you do look good” Lando said. “Then take a picture” I said jokingly. “Hmm” he said grabbing his camera. “Can I be the jpg account muse” I said. He sat on the bed and took my picture.

“You’ve always been my muse” he said. I hid my face. “That’s so cheesy” I said. “And I love you is that too cheesy” Lando said. “No it’s not” I said he kissed me. “Good cause I really really love you” Lando said. “I love you Mr. Norris” I said. He put his camera back on the table. He then turned the light off.

“Can you cuddle me”I said. “Mmmh” he said laying behind me getting back under the blankets. “Perfect now I’m gonna go back to sleep” I said as he wrapped his arms around me.

“Okay I love you” he whispered in my ear kissing my cheek. And that was the last thing I heard before falling back asleep.

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12-seconds-to-live · 2 years ago

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How do I say goodbye?

pairing - f1drivers/2022

sumary - pt1. of 3 stories about losing the only female driver of the grid

warnings - mentions of death, explicit language, description of a crash.

word count: 1.170

---------------There’s a moment, for me, as a driver, I consider like my personal way to “settle down and go”. And for the first time in my life I wish I was wrong ---------------

“If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

“It’s a rainy day in the Baku GP, not usually we see rain in this circuit but I think that there’s a first time for everything. It’s one of those day when I look up to the sky and start thinking if there it’s something about to happen”.

Well, I guess I wasn’t wrong.

“Radio check, y/n”

“Everything looks ok and wet, and I’m still hungry”

“Thought you like it wet?”

“Oi, that’s Max’s joke”

“Haha. Gotta wait for the end of the race for you to eat, you’re currently P4, gap with Leclerc to 0.2 seconds”

“Copy”

It was raining in the most extremely way and nobody have the decence of just put a stupid red flag, what a stupid thing coming from the FIA. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not afraid of these conditions, I’m afraid If something happen to somebody. Being the only female driver wasn’t easy, tons of people saying that I’m not as good but, being with Williams and being accepted by them just gives me all that I need to be who I am today.

“I don't quite know How to say How I feel”

“When It’s the red flag coming up?”

“No news from the stewards, we’ll inform you. Keep on strategy B then pit on the next lap, please”

“It’s pouring and I think...”

Silence

“Alice, are you ok? can you hear me?”

“There’s a massive crash on turn 10, we belive It’s the Williams of y/n Brooks. The race has been red flagged”

“we need to know you’re ok, help is on it’s way, stay calm if you can hear me”

Every driver stays in ther garages, waiting in silence, expecting for news, the thing is ... they are not good, they don’t want to say goodbye, not again.

“The marshalls are trying to take her out of the car and I’ve never seen something like this before. I...I can’t...this is so heartbroken for me. I think she’s not moving, the ambulance arrived and they’re taking her. We can see all the drivers reunited. There’s no news about restarting the race but from here we hope that Alice is ok and get back soon”

Maybe.

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“Forget what we're told Before we get too old Show me a garden that's bursting into life”

It’s been a week since your accident, the GP was cancelled due petitions from all the teams. All the drivers refuse to race knowing that one of them was almost dying. After two surgerys, the doctors keep yourself in observation, you weren’t awake and without signs, no much can’t be done.

The day before the drivers were allowed to visit you, all of them reunited in petition of Alex, your teammate, he made a promise once and with an uncertain future he decided that it was the right time.

“I talked to her mom yesterday. She couldn’t finish the call” said Sebastian in a sad voice

“I feel empty, this is all FIAs fault, I mean, I can’t barely see anything in the circuit” said Lando

“Yeah, we all agree with that, at the moment we have to keep our prayers and wait for her to heal. I just... I just call you all because...she...she just” start Alex but remembering the reason made him cry.

“Please don’t tell me she passed and we are the last to know” almost scream Max in horror

“Don’t even say that you morron” said George

Alex dry his tears and start “When we were testing the car she made promise to read out loud something but...but I can’t, I’m afraid to lose her, she’s my teammate, my friend and I’m hopeless. Her accident was horrible, The car was a mess and look at us, we are all a buch of mess boys ‘cause we are losing her” he starts crying ever more that George has to keep beside him “And...and have you seen her family? The have that look when we saw Anthoine parent’s after his accident. I...I can’t read this, sorry”

All the boys stand and hug eachother, thinking of you and how much you change their lifes.

“Let's waste time Chasing cars Around our heads”

Being Alex’s confident

Lando’s favourite parther in twitch

Max’s favourite admirer

Daniel’s shoulder to cry and prankster teammate

Pierre, Charles and Yuki’s mom

Lewis and Zhou’s stylist

Sebastian, Kevin and Alonso’s gossip updater

Bottas favourite rookie

Carlos and Checo to be the one to always talk in spanish

George’s to be the one who always laugh with

Mick for helping him being his best version

Esteban for always watch with him Marvel movies and tv shows

And Lance to be his tennis pal

All of them remember. And one thing is sure. There’s no need of a letter of goodbye to remaind of special you are, how loved you are. They don’t want to say goodbye, doesn’t seem fair but...

There’s not always happy endings.

“Please seat, i’m gonna read it” said Lewis. He wait for all of them and open the envolope that contains your letter, he saw your handwriting, so organized with a blue tint on the paper.

He look all their faces and begins

“Hello, if you are reading this is because something happened to me during a race, well, this is not what we wanted but... well, everything happends for a reason. The thing is that i’m not scared, not at all, i mean, this is almost my last words, not coming from my voice but from the bottom of my heart, every race weekend i think about this, got scared and wanna quit sometimes ‘cause i don’t want to believe that i’m losing you. I don't know where my life is standing after this and everybody must be scared and sad and confused but I just want to let you know that my absence will never change that you guys are my family” Lewis just recieves a hug from Valteri who decides to continue reading.

“Don’t be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is necessary before we can meet again and again, after moments or a lifetime, is certain for those who are friends and family. Even though i am going away you will still be a core part of my life. For all the times we hang out, shared laughs, pranks to everybody and races and now I will miss you all the time, hope you do the same. Goodbye. For now. And please, take care between each other. To you, all the drivers, my family, thank you and I love you”.

“Those three words Are said too much They're not enough”

#f1 x you #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #formula one #f1xfemaledriver #charles lecrelc #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #estaban ocon #carlossainz #y/n x f1 #alex albon #fanfic #formula 1 #lewis hamilton #red bull formula 1 #mercedes formula one

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dreamingonclds · 1 year ago

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Every Thing Happens For A Reason | LN4

Summary: Sometimes the people that love us hurt us the most but, you can't seem to stay away. After an immense break up, you've become the most passionate in your career. Going from casting to casting, concert to concert, audition to audition, you become one of the most famous artists of your generation. You were done picking up the broken pieces of your heart when somebody comes into your life and you place your heart in someone else's hands again.

Word Count: 868

Pairing: Lando Norris x female! reader ft. Carlos Sainz

Warnings: none

Chapter 3

Previous Chapter

Once you landed in Monaco, you expected nobody to be waiting for you. I mean, obviously maybe a handful of fans that were just coincidentally there. But Monaco had a surprise in store, there were hundreds of fans along with news, media, and paparazzi all packed together in the little airport. You could see and hear them as you and Jen walked towards the frosted double doors. You weren’t even sure if they were there for you. I mean, it was race week after all. You had no idea how people found out you were going to even be attending the Grand Prix.

“Jen, did you or the publicist alert the media or something?” you questioned her

“No, I’m just as shocked as you. As far as I know there isn’t any promo involved, it was just a simple invitation to watch the race” she says

You always get nervous in big crowds, I mean who wouldn’t. But, it’s a different feeling when they’re there for you. You had also never been to Monaco before, you didn’t know what the Monagasque had in store for you.

As the doors drew open the screams and yells from the people flooded your ears. You and Jen stood frozen in shock trying to take it all in. All you could do was smile and wave at the people as they welcomed you in French. You even heard small bits of Spanish and English making your welcome all the more delightful. However, you were quickly surrounded by security as they took yours and Jens bags trying to escort you both to your car.

As you walked towards the fans you took notice of all the posters and signs, your home flags, and gifts they had prepared for you. You grabbed at your heart feeling the love and support. You knew you couldn’t ignore the people so you grabbed at the bodyguard's arm and whispered in his ear.

“Can we please say hi to them, please” you pleaded with him

He gave you a warm smile and extended his arm for you to approach your fans

“Of course Miss Y/L/N” he said happily

You approached the barriers and started signing whatever people handed to you, from your own albums, movie posters, and even F1 team hats. You took pictures with fans and reciprocated any words of support and love they had for you. You walked slowly down the line of people trying to get to every single person who was there for you. Jen and the bodyguards walked right beside you taking any gifts the fans had for you. Soon enough you made it through your fans and to the barriers where the news and media outlets were standing with their cameras and microphones pointed.

“Y/N! Who’s your favorite team?”, you heard multiple people yell at you

“Forza Ferrari!” you answered back

You instantly heard the crowd cheer at you and all you could do was smile back.

“Who's your favorite driver on the grid?” another one asked

“On the grid? I love all of them, it’s too hard to choose!” you said

You heard the groans and laughs of disappointment, I mean it was true you didn’t have a current favorite.

“But in general, I love Vettel!” you say proudly

You're nearing the end of the media people when you hear one last question.

“Y/N! Which driver do you find the most attractive? Which one do you have plans of having fun with this weekend?” they yell

All you could do is laugh and shrug your shoulders at them, not having an answer. Once you reach the exit doors of the terminal you turn around one last time facing the fans and media.

“Merci beaucoup!” you yell as you wave your hands goodbye

Once inside the car, you and Jen just stare at each other. Not having words for what you just experienced.

“That was fucking crazy” Jen says

You nod at her and feel your heart as it’s beating super hard, adrenaline always pumps through your veins when you're with your fans.

You lean back and lay your head on the headrest, sinking into the car seat. Taking a deep breath you think about how lucky you are, revisiting past memories all the way to the hotel.

Once you and Jen are at the hotel all you do is order room service and go over the plans for tomorrow. You two got there quite late in the afternoon so you decide to sleep early in preparation for tomorrow. Although, you can’t seem to calm down; you’re still buzzing with love and excitement. Jen makes you get into bed despite your refusal and you reluctantly comply. You bid each other goodnight and you watch her walk out of your room to hers.

Right before you close your eyes you decide to do one last thing, you turn to the nightstand and grab your phone.

“Thanks for the very warm welcome Monaco!<3 I already can’t wait for the weekend, see you soon. Feeling so grateful for your love and support!<3”

You hit post and close your eyes, smiling at the thought of the upcoming days.

#scenarios #fanfic #fan fiction #imagines #lando norris #Lando Norris #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader #carlos sainz #Carlos Sainz #formula 1 #f1 #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc

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tooxmanyxships · 1 year ago

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This is just 2k of pure pain.

You're warned.

⚠️ Major character death ⚠️

It's been a year. One horrible year since Daniel died.

To say Lando was a wreck when Daniel died is an understatement. He was simply inconsolable.

Daniel was his reason to smile. Now that reason was gone.

The only person who could understand him a little bit was Max.

Max who loved Daniel just as much as Lando did, but in a different way.

The whole grid can still remember the guttural screams both boys let out when they watched Daniel's crash.

The absolute devestation that fell over the paddock.

Carlos had caught hold of Lando, trying to hold him up.

It took more than one person to hold Max back from running towards Daniel's demolished car.

It was clear.

Daniel wasn't gonna get out.

Not alive at least.

The races for the rest of the season were canceled after that.

Nobody felt like getting close to their cars anymore.

"Marry me."

Lando spit out the sip he just took from his drink to stare at the older man.

"W-what?!"

Daniel chuckled, but it sounded nervous. "We're in Vegas. We've been together for what... 2 years?"

Lando scratched at his curls, "2 years and a half." He murmurs, swatting at Daniel's arm when he chuckles.

"It's about time then, don't you think?"

"You can't just ask me this, just like that, out of the blue!"

"Why not?"

"Because!"

"I wasn't exactly asking either...."

"That's even worse!"

Daniel grinned, "Would it be better if I did it like this?"

And then he reached into the inside pocket of his jacket, producing a little velvet box out of it. Lando gasped, clasping a hand over his mouth, as Daniel went down on one knee.

"Lando Norris. Love of my life. Will you marry me?"

Lando couldn't speak. Couldn't even move.

"Lando?"

Daniel's worried tone and his hand on his cheek shook him out of his trance.

He didn't even realize he was crying.

He clasped onto Daniel's hand on his cheek and twined their fingers together.

"Yes! Yes I will marry you!!!"

Daniel's worried frown turned into a spit eating grin.

He got up from the floor and gathered Lando up in his arms, spinning him around until they were both dizzy.

The ring wasn't slid on his finger until the ceremony the next evening.

The whole grid was there. Max and Carlos as proud best men.

It was the quickest, but also the best marriage ever.

No one could predict it would be this short lived.

It was just minutes before Q3 would start.

Somehow Lando got kicked out at Q1 and Max's car had dnf'ed in Q2.

As sad as it was for him, Lando had still made his way over to the Redbull garage (yes, Daniel was a Redbull driver again) to wish his husband of one day good luck.

"I'm sorry you aren't out on the track with me," Daniel murmured in between soft kisses.

"Eh. The car was shit. You'll just have to drive for both of us."

"I'll do you proud."

"You always do, Dan."

"I love you, hubby."

Lando's smile lit up the whole paddock.

"I lw1ove you too. Go get them!"

Daniel winked and blew him a kiss before pulling on his balaclava and helmet, lifting himself into his car.

Lando made his way to the media pen, still smiling, finger playing with the ring around his finger. Completely unaware of what he was about to witness.

It was in the middle of an interview that his attention was pulled towards the screen.

"That's Ricciardo's Redbull spinning! Crashing against Ocon's Alpine and flying up in the air! Oh no.... No, this is a bad one..."

Lando watched on in complete horror as he saw Daniel's car catch fire. He could also see absolute mayhem in the pitlane.

He heard a scream, then another one very close by.

He didn't even realize the second scream was his own until he felt Carlos' arms wrap around him as his knees buckled.

Daniel wasn't coming out.

It was taking too long.

He really wasn't coming out, no matter how hard the marshals were trying.

He couldn't hear anything of the absolute chaos around him because his ears were ringing.

Fingers wrapped around the ring on his finger.

They just got married.

This was supposed to be the happiest time of his life.

A dream come true.

Not this nightmare.

Every day and every night since then, Daniel's ethereal form watched how Lando suffered.

How he stayed in bed for the next two months most of the time. Only Max, sometimes Carlos too, were allowed to visit him.

It was absolutely heartwrenching to watch. Especially because he couldn't do anything. Lando couldn't even see him.

Sometimes he thought Lando felt his presence. Same with Max.

Max wasn't much better off than Lando, Daniel could tell just by seeing his face when he visited Lando.

When he had to watch Max crawl into bed with Lando, hearing them cry until they were too exhausted and fell asleep.

Their sleep never lasted long either.

They often remenised about their own times with Daniel.

As friends. As teammates. And for Lando, as lovers.

Daniel listened to the stories with a soft, sad smile on his face.

Sometimes he wishes he could pull them both into a hug.

He mostly wishes he could put a smile back on Lando's face.

He misses that smile so much.

Now they're a year later, back in Vegas.

Lando on one hand wishes they wouldn't race there anymore, but on the other hand he knows how much Daniel loved Vegas.

So ironic....

But something happens that year. Something none of them expected. Least of all Lando.

"That's P1 Lando! P1! You're the Vegas GP winner!"

“No... I... I won?! "

“Yes! Your first win!"

"Oh my---" and then he's sobbing. "I can't believe this. Daniel.... Holy shit. This... This is for Danny. "

Zak's voice comes through the radio. "Well done, Lando. I'm sure he'd be proud of you."

Lando is caught between laughing and crying.

He parks the car and sits there, head bowed. He still can't wrap his head around this victory.

He finally lifts himself up, with shaking arms and shaking legs. He almost trips and falls, but Max, who's P2, is there to catch him and wrap him up in a hug.

They pull back long enough to take off their helmets and balaclavas, dropping them into Lando's car for a moment, then they're hugging and clutching at each other once again.

"He's so proud of you, Lando." Not 'he would be' just a 'he is'. "Can you feel it? He's so happy for you."

Lando nods, crying into Max's shoulder, his hand snaking up between their bodies, fingers curling around the ring on his necklace.

He can't feel it, but, Daniel's wrapped around his back, his arms wrapped around both him and Max as the three of them cry with smiles on their faces.

He's so proud of his boy. Of his husband.

He only wishes he could show him.

But somehow, he thinks he knows.

They're standing up on the podium.

Oscar P3. Max P2 and Lando P1.

One hand is holding his trophy, the other is wrapped around the ring on his necklace once again.

He stares up at the clouds as the anthem of Great Britain plays, hoping he's looking down smiling.

Then...... Something happens.

As the anthem is about to end, it changes. It changes into the Australian anthem and Lando's jaw drops.

He looks over at Oscar, then at Max. They both just look as flabbergasted as he does.

He can tell there's a commotion behind the scenes. They're trying to stop the music but it doesn't work.

He looks back up at the sky, sees how the sun comes peeking through and he gets it.

His fingers clasp around the ring even harder and he smiles.

It feels like he's bathed in sunlight. Wrapped up in his husband's loving embrace.

Max gets up on the top step with him, wrapping his free arm around his waist. He knows he's looking up at the sky and smiling too.

Mere seconds later, Oscar does the same.

They just stand there, basking in the warmth and glory.

The whole crowd is looking at them, then up at the sky.

There's a reason for everything.

And this reason was Daniel.

"Congratulations again." Oscar's soft voice startles Lando a little.

They're sharing a hotel room together because Max is rooming with Carlos, the two of them became a lot closer the last few months, and Oscar is the only other person Lando allows to get close to him.

He's his teammate after all. Has been since before Daniel died.

To be honest, they've been growing closer the last few months too. Since racing season started up again.

At first Lando didn't let him in, Oscar had expected that, but he was so insistent. Just never giving up. And eventually, Lando let him in again.

"Thanks," He smiles, patting the space on the bed next to him. "Still can't believe I just had my first win."

"I can," Oscar smiles back, sitting down next to him. His eyes go over to the ring around his neck. "So could he. Obviously."

Lando's eyes go down to his chest, his hand going up to hold the ring once again.

"I still don't know how that happened." He whispers, feeling Oscar move closer, feels an arm being wrapped around his shoulders.

"I don't either. But it did." He rests his head on Oscar's shoulder and feels his fingers card through his curls.

"I know I'm not him," Oscar whispers softly, his free hand curling around Lando's hand that's holding the ring. "and I'll never try to replace him. But I like you, Lando."

Lando closes his eyes, fingers clenching around the ring even tighter.

"I know. No one will ever be him." He feels Oscar's starting to retreat, but he stops it by twining their fingers together around the ring. "But I think he'd like it to be you." He opens his eyes, turning his head so he can look into Oscar's eyes. "I like you too, Oscar. I just.... Need time."

Oscar nods, squeezing the fingers that are twined with his. "I'll give you all the time you need."

It's like they can feel the ring vibrate inside their joined hands and they both gasp.

Lando looks out of the window and nearly topples over, out of the bed. as he sees a well known reflection, just in a flash.

His eyes quickly glance over to the corner he thought he saw the reflection stand in, but there's no one there. Of course there isn't.

He can't be there - - -

"Lando, look!“

Oscar's breathy voice makes him look at him and Oscar points to the window Lando was just looking through.

The window is fogged and instead of a reflection, he can now see words that are written in the fog.

'It's okay. Proud of you. Love. Always. DR3'

Lando entangles himself from Oscar, gets off the bed, then holds his hand out towards his younger teammate and walks with him to the window.

He stares at the words, then replies on the glass next to it.

'I'll never forget you. Love. Always. LN4'

He thinks he sees the light on the other side of the road flicker a few times. He knows it's not just his imagination when he feels Oscar squeeze his hand.

A single tear leaves his eye as he feels like he's losing Daniel one last time. But at the same time he smiles, because he knows he's happy for him.

He feels Oscar wrap his arms around him from behind and hook his shin on his shoulder as they both stare out of the foggy window.

The light flickers one more time. Then it's dark.

Daniel's gone.

But he'll live on in their memories.

And in the little things he left behind.

#dando #landan #landoscar #tw: character death #f1 rpf #f1 fanfic

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leighsartworks216 · 2 years ago

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Logical

Bones x GN!Reader (Can be read as platonic or the beginnings of a romance)

This was going to be part of a 5+1 series where MC hides the fact they are Vulcan from everyone during their transfer to the Enterprise. But I just didn’t have enough inspiration for 6 scenarios so instead here’s my fav scenario

This is also my first time writing for Bones so it may be a bit OOC (I also pictures AOS Bones for this but you can imagine TOS Bones if you want I just don’t know how well it would fit)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of injuries, but I don’t describe them in depth, angst + hurt/comfort with a happy ending

Word Count: 2276

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Logical. You needed to stay logical. Panicking and becoming emotional would not help your situation. Logical.

The word kept echoing around your mind like a mantra. Despite your best efforts, however, your heart still skipped a beat, and fear flooded your veins when you looked at your arm. Trapped under top-grade metal shrapnel and torn wires. Crushed against the wall, pinning you like an ancient Earth insect in a display case.

Focus.

You turned away from your arm, though your eyes lingered until the last second. Instead, you looked at the entire reason you crawled into this claustrophobic nightmare in the first place.

The ship was under attack. It still shook and creaked with the blows to the outer hull. A grid array fell apart, rendering the transporter unstable and unusable. Which was an issue when your Captain was on the enemy ship, fighting for his life and trying desperately to beam back on board back to safety.

You volunteered before Scotty even finished explaining the situation. You crawled into the Jeffries tube. You got yourself stuck in this death trap when the ship shuttered and shook and the entrance to the tunnel collapsed. Most likely, you would never be able to use your arm again. The nerves were crushed. A horrible sensation of burning pain and intermittent numbness was all you felt.

You took deep, solid breaths. Logical. What did you need to do next to ensure your survival?

Your communicator. It was attached to the back waistband of your pants. You would have to sit up to reach it.

This is going to hurt.

With a deep breath, you leaned forward. A scream ripped its way from your lungs, echoing down the tube in a distorted cry. As soon as your hand grabbed your comm, you fell back against the wall.

Your chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. Tears pricked your eyes. Even as you shuttered with a painful sob, you flicked the communicator open against your leg. It beeped. A familiar sound to pull you from your mind for even a brief second.

“Come in, Scotty.” You took another breath. It was quiet. “Does anybody read me?”

Silence. Unsurprising, really. You were trapped in a tube. Everyone else was most likely fighting for their lives against alien aggressors. How selfish of you.

“Scotty here!”

Nobody was around to hear your sound of relief. “Scotty, I’m trapped in the Jeffries tube and-” The engineer heard the grunt of pain through his communicator. “I’m injured. I can’t get out. The entrance I went through is shut off but- but you can send someone in on the other side.”

“How bad is it?”

You risked another glance at your arm. “I’m pinned down. The outer hull collapsed inward and,” you sighed shakily, “I can’t reach the panel. We can’t beam Kirk back if I don’t-”

The ship shook violently. There was a scream. It took a minute to register that it was your voice. Your throat burned raw from the emotion. The ship was tilting. You kicked a foot against the opposite wall, dropping your comm to press your hand against the roof of the tunnel and keep yourself even. The sound of the device scraping against the floor barely registered as more than an afterthought.

The ship evened out. The shaking stopped. Your emotions were becoming difficult to contain.

Your name came from slightly down the hall where your comm had stopped sliding. “I’m sending Bones in! You alright in there?”

It was too far out of reach to grab. You took a deep breath. Being emotional would not help the situation. Already, you were aware of the warm, wet tears sticking to your cheeks. The distant sound of metal clanging mixed with Scotty calling your name.

Around the bend came the good doctor, struggling with a bag of medical supplies. You’d never seen his face fall so fast. You pointed toward your communicator, still sounding with Scotty’s terrified voice. He crawled to it.

“I have sight on them, Scotty.”

“Are they alright?!”

Bones looked you over, becoming pale as he spotted the metal trapping your arm. His eyes searched yours for an answer. A brief nod, and then your head fell back against the wall.

“They’re conscious.”

“Well, that’s reassuring,” Scotty bit back.

With a click, the line with the head engineer was disconnected.

Leonard dropped his bag to the floor and leaned over you, holding a handle on the ceiling of the tube to keep upright. “My god. What the hell were you thinking, crawling in here when the ship is being shot at?!”

Right. The transporter. It slipped your mind, overwhelmed by emotion.

You weakly pushed him away with your arm and pointed across from you at the other wall. “You need to open that panel.”

“Are you outta your mind?! Your arm is a flapjack and you wanna play mechanic?!”

“Bones!” you gasped, glaring at him. “If you don’t open that panel and do as I say, Kirk won’t be able to beam back over from that ship. Now, are you going to help or not?!”

His eyes searched your face, searching for a bluff or lie that did not exist. His jaw tensed. With a frustrated groan, he turned to the panel. “What do I need to do?”

“Pull the handle. It should open.”

He tugged on the handle, but the panel didn’t budge. “It’s not opening,” he grunted.

You sighed. Spots were blurring your vision. You were lightheaded. “Kick it.”

Maneuvering to sit next to you, he held the handles above him and swung his body into his movements. With a few kicks, the cover broke off, clattering to the floor. He lunged back to the panel. It was a mess of wires and circuits - above his pay grade.

“What now?”

Deep breaths. A wave of nausea overtook your senses. It hurt so fucking bad.

“Hey, stay with me!” He rummaged through his bag, pulling out his tricorder and a hypo. With one hand, he administered the shot into your neck. You barely felt it. With the other, he scanned your injuries. Internal bleeding, crushed nerves, broken bones - the list went on.

Bones tossed his tricorder aside with the hypo, grabbing your shoulder. “Dammit, stay with me.” Your eyes fluttered open. Half of his face was blocked by the spots in your vision. “What do I need to do next?”

You looked back at the panel. An array of blinking lights.

For the Captain.

The ship shook again, but you bit back the cry waiting to escape. “There’s 26 wires,” you muttered. “Three red. Where they connect to the board, is- is it glowing?”

He turned back to the wires. What you didn’t mention was they all overlaid each other. He groaned as he dug through and searched for the red wires. Then, he followed them down to the electronic board they connected to. “No.” He looked over his shoulder. You weren’t about to pass out, but you were slow to respond. “What does that mean?”

You wracked your brain. “Not glowing… There’s a short. You have to bypass it.” Forgetting about the pain, you tried sitting up only to be met with resistance. You winced and sat back. “Is everything else glowing?”

He dug through the wires to see the board again. “Yeah. All but the red.”

“Okay. Top wire - pull it out.”

His head whipped around to stare at you bewildered. “Are you nuts?!” It didn’t click with you why he was so surprised. “It’s bad enough you’re bleedin’ out and down an arm, but now you wanna barbeque me, too!”

“Bones, the power to the wires is shut off automatically as they’re removed. Once it’s pulled out, it’s powerless until Scotty clears the system.” You nodded back at the wires. “Top wire, 12th wire from the top, and 6th from the bottom.”

He grumbled something about not being an electrician as he turned back around and pulled out wires. As he did so, you continued to instruct him. “Pull out the red wires and replace them with the ones you just pulled out.”

“Any order?”

“Top to bottom.��

The ship jerked to the side, dragging you and Bones with the inertia. Your arm pulled at your socket. Bones’ face morphed into horror as you screamed bloody murder. He scrambled up as fast as possible. Desperate, he shoved the wires into the red sockets and lunged for your comm.

“Scotty, clear the system!”

“Aye, sir!”

Leonard, pulling himself by the ceiling handles, dragged himself over to cover you. One foot planted itself next to you against the wall, keeping you from sliding any further. He held you close, chest covering yours and head ducked next to your shoulder. The ship shook and rocked and shuddered and creaked.

And then it stilled.

He waited a second. And then he pulled away. Your eyes were closed. Instinctively, he pressed his fingers to your neck, feeling for a pulse… You were okay.

Thrown back into the situation, he scrambled to grab his comm and flip it open. “Scotty, is Kirk on board?”

There was a brief silence. “I’m on board, Bones,” Kirk panted from the other end. “Where’re you?”

The CMO sighed, falling against the wall next to you with a clang. Wires and motherboards blinked back at him. “In a tube.”

“... What?”

—

“... You never… Vulc…”

A familiar voice faded in and out. Trying to place who was speaking was akin to wading through a sea of tribbles. Everything was fuzzy and slow.

Your fingertips, calloused from working in engineering so long, brushed against soft fabric. You tried to reach out with your mind; try to figure out why you couldn’t feel anything with your other hand.

And then everything sunk in.

Bright light burned your retinas. You squinted through the radiant glow, trying to find landmarks to focus on. Adjusting, your eyes landed on Bones, standing right by your bed with a PADD in hand. His face, you had to remind yourself, was always a frown.

“What…?”

He set the PADD aside and settled down on the edge of your bed. He crossed his arms. “I said, you never told me you’re Vulcan.”

Oh. Right. Your hand instinctively reached up to rub the curl of your ear. It was hard to see now, but careful observation made it obvious. Your ears were cut at the tips. You frowned at the memory.

Slurring, you tried to explain. “Some assholes… On the Paragon. They-”

“I know.” He sighed. “Contacted the captain. He told me about the attack. And how you blackmailed him.”

The corner of your lips twitched upward into some loose form of a smile. Bones found it strange to see any kind of Vulcan showing emotion like that. Though, before he knew you were a ‘green-blooded hobgoblin’, you expressed more feeling than Mr. Spock.

“I didn’t really blackmail him.” He raised a questioning eyebrow. “All I did was ask to be transferred with forged documents that said I was human. In return, I wouldn’t report what happened to Starfleet.”

He scoffed. “Sounds like blackmail to me.”

You weakly huffed a laugh. Vaguely, you were aware that you were most definitely being drip-fed some pain killers. Your eyes traveled down. A bandaged shoulder was all you had left. Your face fell into a frown.

“There was too much damage to save it,” he said. “I’m sure someone ‘round here would be happy enough to whip you up a prosthetic, but…”

You nodded.

The hum and beeping of machines filled the silence. A full fledged hospital… It was only logical that the Enterprise would go into ‘dry dock’, so to speak. You couldn’t imagine how damaged she must be…

You looked back up at Bones. His eyes were glazed over, distant, and stuck to your bandaged shoulder. “How’s the rest of the crew?”

Snapped out of it, he sat up a bit straighter. “Heavy casualties, but Kirk is fine.”

“And Scotty?”

He nodded. “Bastard’s probably weeping over the Enterprise in some bar right now.”

A bittersweet smile slipped onto your features at the thought. You were more than happy he was alive, but you knew the ship meant a lot to him. She must have been pretty banged up if he was that upset over it… Then again, he was upset by any technical issues.

Exhaustion washed over you. Your eyes fluttered sleepily as you shifted in your bed to be more comfortable. Bones, noticing this, stood back up. He grabbed his PADD and, hesitantly, patted your good shoulder.

“Get some sleep. I’ll be ‘round to check on ya later.”

He lingered a little longer there. His mind brought him back to that Jeffries tube. To the desperate situation he found you in. To the shaking and jerking of the ship as he did what you said to fix the transporter. It took a few engineers with blow torches to cut you out of there. Jim had watched with awe and appreciation as your limp body was pulled out and carried to the MedBay. He couldn’t forget that sight.

With one last deep breath in of the antiseptic stench surrounding him, he began to leave. As he opened the door, however, your voice called out to him.

It wasn’t a cry for help, or a groan of pain. It was simply his name. He turned to see you smiling once more.

“Thank you.”

A weight he didn’t know he was carrying lifted off his chest. He could breathe again.

With a nod and a cocked grin, he left. And he carried with him the knowledge that you would be okay.

#fanfic #fanfiction #star trek #star trek aos #leonard mccoy #leonard bones mccoy #leonard mccoy x reader #leonard bones mccoy x reader #star trek bones x reader #gender neutral reader #x gender neutral reader #gn reader #x gn reader #platonic #romantic #angst #hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending

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majaloveschris · 1 year ago

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Ok, so while you’re on the talk of staged photos - I found it kinda hilarious that there’s a pic of them with the original photo of the pumpkins propped up next to uncarved pumpkins and then them taking a selfie sitting 3 feet apart.

Like - alluding to the pic he previously posted of the post carved pumpkins. (Yes, those pumpkins were made by us together!)

Just like the photo of him driving while his dog has his chin on his shoulder - added later on to the vday dump to indicate she was the one who took it. (Yea, she was the one who took that photo!)

Over a year…narrative (scare videos - with a “looking back at the past year” caption)

Vday compilation - continued “looking back at the past year. So many pics - eight of which were just them separately (lol) and only ONE pic of them kissing. In a car. Someone else took the photo and his body is turned away from her while her neck is craned upwards like a giraffe.

Im sorry - anyone can feel free to disagree but these two instances alone were too obvious of a blatant strategy for me to buy into anything else.

Let’s be real here. How many straight men in the world - would organically post generic pics on their IG grid, and months later - add “follow up” photos with more specific details as part of a “reveal”?

IMO, That’s why the rollout of the whole relationship was questioned by many ppl, maybe including outlets like buzz feed and Perez Hilton.

It’s just a little too staged - each time, to make it truly believable.

You know how sometimes you’ll hear a story, or even get an anon posting a question - and they go on for a bit and there’s just one little detail that pushes the story over the top so that it’s not believable. It’s like, “if you hadn’t amped up that last 2% I would have believed you!”

That’s the entire vibe I get from this whole thing. Again, feel free to disagree.

This whole relationship seems forced and unnatural. This whole posting thing is so out of character for him; when people said that “this and that” was so weird, they did something to prove it otherwise (for example, the whole Lisa thing, and then she started following her and even liked one of her pictures). They don't look in love, happy, content, or like a real couple.

Obviously, there are people who think they are so happy together and will marry and live happily ever after. I can't and would never be able to support this relationship. Obviously, I'm nobody to them, so they don't need my support or blessing, but I still feel this way. I don't think she or the people around her are good people; her and their behavior and words are something I could never support or pass by.

And it's not that I don't want him happy or that I want him to end with me; I just don't think she is a good person, and I don’t want somebody I like to end up with somebody I don't consider a good person. She and her friends did and said questionable things. They were racist, fatphobic, and Nazi supporters. And these don't scream good people to me.

#majaloveschris #chris and alba pr #cevans-love

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delicatesoundofthunderr · 1 year ago

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Lock-up ~ Chapter 4

{Charles Leclerc x Reader}

chapter 3 ^

•••

Present - Post Monza GP

Y/N POV

" That's P1 Y/N, P1!" your engineer screams in your ears as you pass the finish line, chequered flag waving above your car.

" YES. YES! FINALLY! You guys were insane this weekend. Thank you. Bring the champagne directly to me please." I half-joked.

Chris chuckled and congratulated me.

" Beautiful race Y/N, your determination really paid off. Enjoy the festivities now."

I jumped out of my car and threw my fists up in the air. The crowd was buzzing, thrilled to finally have an Italian take the win in Monza. My first win. What better way to have it here, in my paternal country.

Max found me and lifted me off my feet with his arms around my waist.

" I'm so, so proud of you!" Max says, bringing his lips to my cheek and hugging me tightly.

I laughed and thanked him as he put me down.

Then, I ran to my team and jumped into the crowd they had formed near the fences. I close my eyes, feeling their warm embrace all around me that equaled to a welcoming blanket that made me feel so, so proud of myself.

I open my eyes to see my dad with his arms crossed and a slight smile on his face.

" My teaching finally paid off, huh?" he says proudly.

" I never could've done it without you, dad."

And you truly believed that. You kept reminding yourself it was all your dad's work paying off.

•••

I made my way to the driver's cooldown room with Max and Leclerc, and I instantly started speaking with Max, well aware of Leclerc's cold stare on the both of us.

" Wait I have to check something..." Max said, as if suddenly remembering something.

He quickly sat up from his seat and made his way to the door.

" Great race out there Charles." He said passing Leclerc.

" Thanks mate." Charles smiled at him.

It was a bit awkward alone with him, but I contented myself with drinking water and watching the replays on the screen. Instead of my mistakes and crashes, it was my overtakes' and defending's turn to be on the big screen.

Hushed voices could suddenly be heard outside the room.

" Yeah, Max definitely gave her the win cuz he's in love with her." A man declared, sure of his theory.

" Right... We could almost see him slow down for her!" another laughed.

Both of them continued to call my win worthless, undeserved, rigged...

After all the work I had put in that race... after keeping Russell behind, overtaking both Leclerc and Max and defending perfectly, people still had something to say. Still, it got me seriously thinking about the bigger picture. Was it all in Max's little game to make people think we're dating? That was one of my best races, but now I wasn't so sure.

" Can you guys shut up? We've both worked very hard and now we're exhausted, but we just can't seem to relax with your annoying voices in the background." Charles tells the now embarrassed men, before slamming the door close.

I hadn't noticed him getting up. He went back to his seat as if nothing happened, stealing a quick glance at me.

" Thank you." I say, meaning it.

He shrugged.

" I know how it feels." he says simply.

I was taken aback. He was one of the most adored drivers on the grid.

" Do you? Nobody says a word when you win. Only cheers are heard." I mutter.

" Maybe publicly. Privately, Ferrari are constantly- nevermind. I don't know why I would tell you that." He said.

I stayed silent.

Suddenly, I was called to the post-race interview in front of everyone. An uproar of yells and whistles just for me could be heard.

" Are those cheers I hear?" Charles says, with a sarcastic shocked face.

I rolled my eyes and smiled a bit.

" Not everyone is out to get you, Y/N. You just have to open those eyes of yours." he said, with a surprising seriousness in his voice and eyes.

I looked back at him but no words formed.

I hated to admit it, but he was right. When I came out, every person in the grandstands was standing up and cheering for me. I couldn't help it. I don't cry often but this was too many emotions.

Tears left my eyes as I smiled and waved at everyone.

" Y/N, L/N. How does it feel to have your first win here in Monza?" the reporter asked.

" I was waiting for this win, and what better place to have it here in my half home. Although, today, I must admit it feels like my forever home." I smiled.

There was a couple of "Aww"s in the crowd.

The podium went well, and the champagne tasted of victory and bitterness. I had heard more people talk about the theory that Max let me past. To my dismay, I followed Leclerc's advice and observed around me. My team was at my feet, with proud smiles on. I smiled widely and continued to spray the champagne.

•••

ppl are so annoying

hope yall enjoyed 💞

#x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #max verstappen #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 #ferrari #redbull #fanfic

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lottie1824 · 5 months ago

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Arthur/Oscar Masterlist

Arthur has has enough- 2k words, Chapters 1/1, finished, secret relationship, coming out

"I swear to god, if I hear Oscar and dick in the same sentence, unless it comes from either of us, then I will scream," Arthur said frustratedly.

"I have an idea, about how we could maybe get them to stop," Oscar said.

Or: Arthur is getting fed up with everybody keep swooning over his boyfriend. He was very much aware of how hot Oscar was thank you very much.

Oscar's Gay????- 1.7k words, Chapters 1/1, finished, secret relationship, coming out, crack

Oscar was invited to a driver hang out and he knew that things were going to go down before he got there. Then who on earth decided that it was a good idea to play never have I ever. Hmm, at least Logan found it funny.

Never Have I..... Wait What!!!- 2k words, Chapters 1/1, finished, secret relationship, past mpreg, secrets

After a number of heated arguments the FIA force the drivers to get to know each other better, so they decide to play never have I ever. But nobody could've predicted the secrets that would come to light.

F1 Grid Chaos- 18k words, Chapters 20/?, on hiatus, multiple ships, past mpreg, secret relationships, implied/referenced abuse, adoption, light angst, break up, getting together, developing relationships

A look at what goes on behind the cameras with the f1 grid. Featuring some of the f2 and f3 boys.

Also pretty much everything in this story is fictional, including any races that are talked about unless it has been stated otherwise.

My Husband- 100 words, Chapters 1/1, finished, secret marriage, coming out

Now that Oscar feels like he's under less pressure, he can reveal a part of himself

#arthur/oscar #f1 rpf #masterlist

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novemberdevils · 5 days ago

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Im so happy that you enjoy my ramblings so much and I WILL continue to ramble as soon as I reread -I want to delay this as mich as possible because it’s like when you eat something so good that you just want to hide it so you can eat it every day-.

QUALI TIME ARE SO you get me!!!!! Especially in q1&2 they are like my catnip I can never not be surprised but no one gets meeee, and especially when I see one leading the whole time but them boom suddenly it’s someone else entirely and I will genuinely groan and be like what the fuck no way!!! I treat this fic like it's a genuine f1 race and it makes me so mad sometimes because WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE DIDNT GET A PENALTY or WHAT DO MEAN YOU ARE MAD THAT THEY ARE RACING EACH OTHER.

oh yeah Jack is 100% dealing with everything well, he isn’t one comment away from a meltdown in front of everyone no way, honestly the only thing he is missing is being a girl to complete the trifecta of being an outcast but that probably is too much for poor Jack to handle; like can you imagine having to watch everything you say not because you are a Ferrari driver but also the first woman? Jack would cry every time a camera is on him 😂.

The social media is THE best because f1twt is unhinged like REALLY unhinged; I have been in fandoms twt since I first got my first phone and f1twt is not real, like rn most of my for you page is a mixture of motogp, indy, f1, nhl and the random fandoms that I also follow but every time I see a weird tweet it’s almost always about f1.

YES!! I hate when people say that oh indy and f1 are the same just because they are open wheel racing but they could not be more different if they tried, even the environment of the races is different. Im privileged to being able to attend a couple of races each year and indy’s paddock is so much relaxed there isn’t that weird energy that f1 have and EVERYONE is there because they want to see the race not look pretty for the camera, and surprisingly in the indy paddock I haven’t received a lot of oh you are a woman wtf you know about indy but in every race for f1 -and I have gone to a lot- there is always a man asking me this.

Honestly I felt like I was overthinking the Quinn being retired NASCAR but I guess im not.

anyways I actually came here not so I can ramble but for this:

https://x.com/rbr_daily/status/1858953692562530688?s=46&t=x4nrvXmBpkAp5eT1C8tTOw

I know it would be impossible to include this but could you IMAGINE?? Like Nico being the one who tries indy rather the Jack?? THE HEADLINES!!! I will be imagining this and screaming into my pillow thank you.

omg it makes me so happy to hear you treat my fictional f1 races as real. that's the dream actually. so thank you

jack is... he sure is! he's got some great coping mechanisms going on in what i'm writing right now! which is still chapter 4 and STILL imola so it's going. it's definitely going. i see the light (the light is absolutely not the end of the fic i am writing round SEVEN OF TWENTY FOUR)

and i love indy so bad... i went to the detroit race not this past summer but the summer before that and it was SO much fun. i've never been to an f1 race so i can't make a personal direct comparison but it's crazy how close to everything you can get with a general admission ticket to an indycar race. i love indy i'm sad the indy season is over lmao but their silly season is silly seasoning. what do you MEAN sting ray robb in the juncos... there is. someone i want on the indy grid...

hey speaking of logan sargeant that's who quinn being a retired NASCAR driver is referencing. i am also having fun with the narrative of it (and the narrative of all 3 hughes brothers being race car drivers but at different levels) but i initially made the decision because i'm referencing fucking dalton sargeant, who was a craftsman trucks driver nobody gave a single fuck about. quinn is a retired cup driver not trucks but yknow. that's where that comes from

AND I SAW THAT that would be crazy. au of my au where nico leaves and goes to indycar for no reason and jack is like what the hell

#ask #sorry for the loganisms #like actually

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fangedkate · 6 months ago

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Had an evil dream where it started raining, so I went outside to see what was up and there was a giant grid in the sky. When I, terrified asked what was going on my parent showed up and informed me the president was in town. That was “The Quilt of America” that united all the people below it.

Then I saw a weird little shape in the clouds, and when I looked at it, it flashed blue and vanished. There was a very audible noise but nobody else could hear it. When I tried to talk about it my brain filled with the noise and I couldn’t think.

Sky started to darken, and there were rumbles of thunder but some of the lightning looked red. Nobody agreed. It kept getting worse, and then there was screaming in the distance. A lot of loud screaming, if I tried to mention it, my head filled with the screaming. I could see on their faces they heard too.

Then tornado sirens start, and there is a shelter in place on my phone. But mine just says “runrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrun” and nobody believes me. So I sit down with everyone, we’re all sitting in the pitter patter of the rain, listening to screams.

Then I look up and I see a pigeon directly above us, but it’s wings aren’t moving. It’s kinda moving like a humming bird, skittering around and making a weird rustling noise. It’s camera shuttering.

My phone goes off again, and it’s a discord message that just says “Katie make a break for it.” But when I read it, it changes to “Katie, stay put okay?” And then another that says “the lightning IS red.” But it changes too, “how was your day?”

I look up, and the thing is back in the clouds. There’s a weird static to the air, and I remember all those people on the internet talking about what it feels like before being struck by lightning. That you can *tell.* all the sudden, a dude stands up and looks me in the eyes before turning his phone screen to me and it just says “we need to go inside” before he just, stops moving.

So I get up, and I start running. I run under the porch of the big stone building I live in, and I turn around and look at all the people sitting. Another person stands up, but he explodes. People start screaming, and trying to scatter but the little pigeon is joined by more, and people are exploding.

I pushed through the doors, and started heading into the basement but as soon as I got inside the building I woke up.

#katiedreams #I really hated this one #I still hate it my head hurts

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Unplanned Obsolescence 1

John the TransistorHut cashier looked up as the bell over the bell jangled cheerily, then chuckled, severe expression brightening into a smile. “Back so soon, Amber?”

The brown-skinned brunette chuckled, hands splaying in front of her in a motion that screamed “what can you do” as her grin turned sheepish. “It’s been a good week, and you’re the best place in the city for the kind of electronics I can work with if I don’t want to go through monster territory.”

Amber sighed, pressing her lips together into a thin line. “I thought I’d have at least another week or so to build up before supply line issues started putting the squeeze on the execs, what changed?”

He winced. “A lot of the power grids are starting to go down because oil and other fossil fuel supplies are in the middle of high-risk areas so they’re going underproduced, faster than predicted, and that’s cutting into manufacturing more than just raw materials right now.”

“Damn it,” snapped Amber, rubbing at her face frustratedly. “Okay, okay, I’ll see about focusing more on increasing efficiency and storage space than on raw computing power for now, maybe see about actually getting in touch with other metas and delvers and seeing about coordinating things better.” Her hand rose off her face, then she ran it back through her hair, touseling the black locks as she let out an irritated noise. “Inasmuch as City Hall isn’t great at the best of times, I kind of wish they hadn’t just fucking bailed, because then we’d at least have some semblance of legitimate authority to appeal to instead of just…” She waved her hand at the storefront, indicating everything outside. “...instead of just that.”

“Could be worse,” John replied. “Power’s still on, and we’re through most of the summer so that’s not a worry unless the solar starts failing and we start really needing more power next year. Lots of the outlying small towns in, like, Canada and other places like that are dropping out of contact, and anyone stubborn enough to actually try and check in has been lucky to find anyone who can walk out.”

Amber winced. “Don’t remind me. I’m on what people can keep up of the internet 24/7, I see the reports and the pictures.”

“Right.” He paused momentarily. “Any good news?”

“Davis Monthan’s got air patrols fully spooled up and running, they’ve got supplies to keep that running for at least a couple years assuming minimal attrition and losses. Hell, even if they do start bleeding aircraft, as long as the pilots survive, they can just spin up reclamation efforts in AMARC for either spare parts or what’s still flyable. They’ve also got at least one delver crew making runs, and I’m not sure what the fuck is up with the monster enclaves but they’re coming out with usable stuff, so if push comes to shove the airbase should be up to something approaching full strength even with the limited supply lines when the other shoe really hits the fan.”

“Assuming Murphy doesn’t take a swing at us.”

Amber sighed. “Yeah, assuming that. I’ve been hearing about a probability-altering meta running around on the university campus, so we might be able to keep some critical infrastructure up, but-”

The front door to the shop opened abruptly with an incongruously cheerful ding from the bell hanging over the door, and the sound of a shotgun racking its slide back. “Alright, everyone,” came a gruff voice, and both of the two turned to see the tall, pale man, shotgun leveled in their direction. “Nobody makes any stupid decisions and everybody gets to go home alive.”

“Yeah, all two of us,” drawled Amber, sidling away from the cashier with her hands clearly visible.

“Don’t get snide with me, girl.” He glared at Amber briefly, then turned his focus back to the cashier, shotgun and all, leaving Amber to slip out of her shoes and pad slowly around to his back. “Now then, brat, you’re gonna bring me all the fucking computer servers you have in the back of the store for your corporate customers.”

“...I need to get some keys for that, one moment,” he said, dropping his hands below the level of the counter. When his hands rose back above the counter, holding the keys, the man’s grip on the shotgun slackened. Not by much, by any stretch of the imagination, but by enough.

Amber’s hands snapped out with inhuman precision, closing around the shotgun halfway up the shaft, and she yanked up hard.

The unexpected motion left the man’s finger to tighten on the trigger enough to fire a shell, but by that point, the weapon was pointed high enough that John wasn’t in the line of fire, and the man’s attempt to cock the weapon again was interrupted by Amber’s hand, clenched around the barrel.

With the sound of two dozen computer fans whirring to life, Amber twisted her upper body cleanly around her hips, jerking the shotgun out of the man’s hands, and then abruptly stopped and pivoted back, the polished stock of the weapon hitting him in the gut hard enough to knock the wind out of him and knock the man over. He tried to spin and put his hand out to catch himself, but the angle was wrong, and there was a snapping sound from the limb in question, one accompanied by a grunt from the man.

“Now then,” said Amber, shotgun barrel visibly deformed around her grip, “what exactly possessed you to think that breaking into a shop full of electronics was a good idea? Keep in mind that we’re working on jungle rule here,” she continued, handing the weapon to John before she slipped the toe of her boot under the man’s rib cage and flipped him onto his back, foot coming to rest on top of his chest with deceptive weight.

“I thought… There’s a meta out there somewhere in the city with some kind of tech power, one of those real secretive types, and they’ve got a bounty out for anything they don’t have their hands on already, so I figured I could knock over some corporate places, the ones with good insurance, buy some breathing room for everything to blow over and everything to go back to normal.” There’s a sort of baseless assurance in the man’s voice, that everything will go back to normal, in a way that set John’s teeth on edge. Based on the way that Amber seemed to age another decade with how her posture and face drooped, if only momentarily, it got to her too.

“There isn’t going to be a ‘back to normal’,” said John tiredly, making eye contact with the man and watching as his eyes widened. “Global supply lines are already breaking down from everything that’s going on from monsters to metas, and while the big cascade point isn’t here yet, we’re closing in on it.”

“All that aside, I don’t think I’d take particularly well to you robbing one of my friends to sell me tech, especially when there’s already talk about having to throttle back tech access because of supply-side issues.” John took no small amount of pleasure in the way that the man’s expression fell as he realized just how he’d blundered.

“I, uh…”

Amber sighed. “Yeah, yeah, shortsighted and uninformed. Well, the work detail’s mostly focused on repairing houses and other manual labor, so you shouldn’t have too too many issues with being forced to do things outside your physical capabilities, and I’ve been told that work details let you do things with vocational training if you get the right supervisor…” -----

Once the work derail had been arranged and the man had been taken away to be processed, John turned his focus back to Amber, taking in all the little things about her- the slumped posture, muscle tightness in her neck, unkempt hair- and came to one conclusion. “When’s the last time you slept?”

“What’s sleep? Can you eat it?” The smile Amber shot John was bitter and mirthless. “I’m just lucky I’ve managed to pick up enough processing power that I can offload my consciousness from my brain and let that rest, and that doesn’t help with fatigue elsewhere. I just…” She rubbed frustratedly at slightly redder eyes. “I’m running the administration and resource distribution for half the damn city, what’s left of it, and I need more time to see about building up an actual fucking resource management network before I can actually take a moment to myself, and that’s assuming that I can afford to push off the actual gathering of metas and delvers that I’m trying to set up.”

John winced. “Anyone you can trust to help out?”

Amber shook her head. “No one available. You’re tied up here, my family is… indisposed, I don’t know of any civilian survivors with the kind of equipment and experience to run this kind of operation, and I don’t trust the military not to be ordered to consolidate to somewhere ‘more valuable’.” The disdain she holds for that idea is very audible. “It’s already happened with a couple of military bases in the deep south, as well as a whole lot of overseas bases.”

“On one hand, I get the foreign pullback from a ‘conserve resources to protect the domestic front’ angle, but on the other hand… Well, I’m not sure if I should ask about the racial demographics of the cities the bases were closest to or not.”

Judging by the way Amber’s face soured, he knew he’d hit the nail on the head.

“I’ll leave that up to your imagination,” she said.

“Right.” He cast around for anything he could use to change the subject, landing on the new shipment that had come in last night. “Well, strictly speaking I shouldn’t be offering this, since they’re not available to non-delver customers until Monday as per corporate policy, but we did get some fancy new toys thanks to a new partnership with a group of metas who let the techies try and study their powers. There’s nothing on the scale of a full-blown meta power yet, but there’s some things that you might be interested in, if you wanted to peruse the wares a little bit early.”

Amber blinked, then a smile grew across her face. “Well, if you’re offering…”

“I am, right this way.” John flipped the “open” sign on the door to read “back in 15 minutes”, then opened the gate in the counter for Amber to step through. That done, he let the gate swing back shut and opened a door behind the counter, flicking the light on as he entered the stockroom.

The harsh fluorescence of the overhead lights and almost clinical blankness of the floor and walls contrasted strongly with the vaguely Tron-inspired decor in the main area of the shop, but the racks and stacks of technological devices, both boxed up and otherwise, provided a welcome counterpoint, which prevented the harshness of the room from dominating.

“Alright,” said John, pointing to a box full of smaller boxes that was in the center of a row of shelving units. “There’s a couple of things that I thought you might find worth using, including but not limited to this weird gimmick that antlers thermodynamics to increase the efficiency of coolant systems, some juiced-up broadcasting and receiving antennas, and… apparently they’ve managed to get some kind of coding meta who’s got a better compression algorithm? Huh. Who knew?”

“I’ll take all of them,” said Amber, eyes distant as she more than likely prepared her setup mentally for the addition of the new technology. “How much is it gonna run me?”

John named a figure, causing Amber to blink. “That’s… almost preposterously low for all three of those.”

“Consider it a friends and family discount.” The reminder of the fact that his cousin and her sister were out of contact since most of Oklahoma had gone dark was painful, but not something he was willing to stop him from helping Amber in whatever little ways he could.

There was nothing so dramatic as a single tear running down Amber’s face, but John recognized the woman’s emotions nonetheless. “Thank you, John.”

“Thank me by keeping the city in one piece,” he said, forcing some levity into his voice. “When Alicia and Mark get back, they’re gonna need someplace to stay.”

“I’ll see what I can’t do about that,” said Amber, resolve crystallizing in her eyes as she opened the boxes, one by one, and touched the pieces of technology (or thumb drive), which promptly vanished in a flash of blue-white light not quite identical to Cherenkov radiation. “Whoo,” she said, that same color of light kindled within her eyes and slowly dimming back to their normal black. “That’s always a real sting.”

And that's that!

This is another one of those "I know vaguely where it's going but not exactly" ones like with Scaling up. We'll see when I get back around to it.

So, heads up: no original fiction going up in two weeks- the Gaylor discord server is running a rarepair contest, and that's when my entry's going to be coming out over on my fanfiction accounts.

I'm getting geared up to move at the end of the month, if you want to throw some help my way on that one, I got me a Ko-fi (https://ko-fi.com/lucifra) and a Patreon (Lucifra | Writing | Patreon).

I also have a discord sir ver for author stuff now (as in as of like right now it's going live)- if you have questions or comments that you'd like a more direct answer to, that's another option: Join the The Lucifralorn Forest Discord Server!

That's about it, so read, review, enjoy, and have a nice day!

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i seem to talk about punishments alot but NOBODY can convince me that george mf russell is not the king of them.

the man had patience. he would be willing to hold off his orgasm for hours if he had to to make sure you were being punished properly. he's so put together that seeing you a crying, sloppy mess wouldn't faze him, he would just keep going.

i think the main way he'd punish you would be edging, and then overstimulation. he could spend forever lying between your thighs, just tracing shapes over your pussy, watching you squirm, not even properly fingering you just playing with you. because that's what you are to him in these moments, nothing more than a fucktoy.

he would tie you up for sure. he'd want you spread out, both arms and legs, so he had access to all of you whenever he wanted. i feel like he might like handcuffs over rope or silk, but honestly i don't know. gagging... i'm not sure. a part of me thinks that he would like to tell you to be quiet, but another part of me thinks he would adore gagging you, stuffing your dripping panties in your mouth and making fun of you for it.

degrading. degrading, degrading, degrading. obsessed with it. but it's the perfect mix of degradation and praise, things like 'pretty little whore' and 'look absolutely gorgeous all spread out for me'.

like i said earlier, he's got both the stamina and the patience to keep this going. after edging you for AGES, he'll then use his fingers and tongue to make you cum as many times as he feels you can manage. i've always said that george has a high emotional intelligence, and i think he's so in tune with your body he knows how much you can take.

but after everything's done, he'll fuck you so tenderly and slowly with his cock and bring you to one last orgasm. and i fully believe he's one of the best drivers when it comes to aftercare on the grid (but that's a topic for another day...)

sorry for another long prompt but hope you like :))

✨ (sparkles if my laptop doesn't show it)

My dear ✨ , you really never miss, do you?! How do you keep coming up with these delicious prompts?!

I really feel like George has the capability to be the absolute hardest dom of them all. He’s mastered the art of patience and self-control a long while ago (come on, he’s trained into perfection to keep his cool at all times.) He would absolutely take his time exploring you. Imagine sitting between his legs, your back pressed against his chest, him just endlessly toying with your tits, fascinated by the soft sounds you make when he pulls your nipples.

He’s the type of guy who gets you nipple clamps, but the ones with a chain between them so he can tug on it. I genuinely think he loves the sounds you make, all of them, from little moans to gagging to maybe even hearing you scream his name when you’re overstimulated. If he wants you to be quiet, its by putting his hand over your mouth or kissing you so roughly you can moan into the kiss. Basically, any sound you’re allowed to make (or aren’t allowed to make, for that matter) is controlled by him.

George feels like a little control freak to me. And while I think you’re right on the cuffs, I also simply know that he has a thing for using his belt to tie you up. His belt, or his tie, because, once again, he’s a bit obsessive and seeing you in his control because of his items? Yeah. Yeah he’s really into that.

You’re so right about the panties. He keeps them on you while he traces your pussy, rubbing your clit through the fabric, until they’re soaked. ‘Look at you, making such a mess of yourself. It’s okay, you can’t help it, can you, you whore?’ as he pushes the fabric between your lips. He absolutely fucks your throat and then degrades you for making a mess, smearing your spit across your mouth (cleaning it up with your panties? Cleaning it up with your panties!)

His dirty talk is unmatched, and truly something else. He talks you through all of your orgasms, telling you that this is what you’re good for, taking what he gives you like a good slut.

Have you considered ... toys. Because I have.

He’ll fuck you with a vibrator while casually licking your clit after your first orgasm. Overwhelming you even more. I just know that he has the most endearing pleased look on his face when he draws a second, or even a third, from you. Yes, he’ll bring you close with the toys, but he always topples you over the edge with his mouth or his fingers. Making you cum is something he gets to do, and only him.

When he’s finally, finally, fucking you - it’s truly the softest. He holds you close, kissing everywhere he can reach until you’re just overwhelmed with how gentle it is. If you’ve cried, he’ll kiss the tears away. It’s always in missionary after sessions like this, because he knows how exhausted you are. ‘You did so well for me, sweetheart. I know you can do one more for me, can’t you? One more, there you go, you’re so good, so good love.’ as he helps you cum one more time before following you over the edge.

(unrelated, but he would totally clean you up with his tongue afterwards. Alternating between licks and kisses, but that, too, is a thought for another day.)

#IM GOING INSANE OVER HERE!!!!!!!!#GR #nsfw.txt #dom!GR #✨

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