#that i think would be the funniest dynamic

[formulafanfics13]

I spend my day today reading you’re amazing story’s got this idea and maybe you can make it into a Oneshot. What if the Alonso/Senna son is already 20 driving successfully in F1 and falls in love with Lily Verstappen Piquet and when he tells you who his girlfriend is you almost fall from you’re seat the universe must think it’s really funny what is with this family? You’re son and Lily think it’s kind of funny that both they’re fathers and grandfathers are F1 Champions god as if it wasn’t hard enough that you’re son drives in F1 why couldn’t he fall in love with a normal girl from a normal family but you know that this is not how the universe works this family has F1 and Motorsport in they’re veins only makes sense that you fall in love with people which have it too and as you sit at the wedding table with Fernando, Kelly and Max years later it’s an inside joke that you toast to F1 royalty. You remember playing with Kelly at an F1 track, Fernando and Max shared the track for almost an decade and know you’re kids are getting married the universe really is an jokester. I hope you have an amazing vocation😁

Coincidence - FA14

Masterlist || Part 1 || part 2

Summary After decades of chaos, pain, and legacy, the daughter of Ayrton Senna — now married to Fernando Alonso — watches her son, a rising F1 driver, fall deeply in love with Lily Verstappen Piquet: the daughter of Max Verstappen and Kelly Piquet. What starts with a quiet confession over tea unravels into a generational, poetic collision of dynasties. When their wedding finally arrives, the entire paddock gathers to celebrate what can only be called F1 royalty. It's love born from legacy, wrapped in history, fuelled by fate, and sealed with champagne and soft, stunned tears.

Warnings heavy legacy themes, intense family dynamics, emotional softness, generational weight, secondhand grief and pride, mentions of Ayrton Senna’s death, long-term relationship tenderness, chaotic motorsport family trees, happy tears, celebratory intimacy, weddings, found peace, Fernando Alonso stealing canapés

You should’ve known the universe wasn’t done playing with you. That it wasn’t satisfied with just one driver husband and one motor-obsessed son. That it wasn’t content watching your heart get torn in half every time a visor went down. No. The universe wanted to laugh.

Because now, sitting across from your twenty-year-old son, fresh off his first F1 podium, with his curls a mess and a grin that told you he was about to ruin your life, you heard the sentence that would knock you halfway off the couch.

“I’m seeing someone,” he said.

You smiled. “Oh? Is it serious?”

“She’s… yeah. Yeah, I’d say so.”

You didn’t press. You were used to him being private. Most of the girls in his past came and went like pitstop tyres, not in a cruel way, just… fleeting. Casual. Fun. But now? Now he was blushing. Now he was biting his lip. Now he looked like his father had when he’d first told you he loved you.

So you sipped your tea. And waited.

He folded under three seconds of maternal silence. “Okay, don’t freak out.”

You blinked. “That’s never a good start.”

“It’s Lily.”

“Lily?”

He grinned. “Lily Verstappen Piquet.”

You nearly dropped your cup.

The air went silent. Not in shock. In cosmic, chaotic disbelief. In the kind of moment that makes gods cackle and ghosts roll their eyes.

“Max’s Lily,” you said slowly, as if there were a second one. “Max Verstappen’s daughter. And Kelly’s.”

“Yep.”

“Jesus Christ.” You leaned forward. “Do you realise-”

“Yeah,” he laughed, “I realise.”

“No, do you really realise?”

“Yes, Mamá.”

“She’s… your grandfather was Ayrton. Hers is Nelson. Your father is Fernando. Hers is Max. Her mother is a Piquet. You are two generations deep into championship dynasties.”

“That’s kind of the joke,” he shrugged, grinning like it was the funniest thing on earth.

You pressed a hand to your forehead. “The universe must think it’s fucking hilarious.”

He laughed even harder. “We think it’s poetic.”

You glared. “Of course you do.”

“I mean, it’s fitting, right? Motorsport in the veins? We didn’t really stand a chance.”

You couldn’t argue. Not when you thought about the way he’d clutched a Pirelli tyre as a toddler. Not when you remembered the shimmer in his eyes at his first kart race. Not when you’d seen the way he gripped his steering wheel in his debut Grand Prix like it was an extension of his body. Of course this was the girl he’d fall for.

“She’s smart,” he said softly. “She knows the sport better than half the grid. She's grounded. She… she understands.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Understands what?”

“What it means. To grow up with this. To watch your parents put their lives on the line. To have fame before you even ask for it. To be expected to love the sport because it’s family. But also… to actually love it.”

Your heart softened. Your throat closed.

“She’s not like the others,” he added. “She doesn’t give a fuck about the cameras. She’d rather talk tyres than tabloids. And when I had that spin in Baku, she didn’t tell me I’d be okay. She told me what I did wrong and how to fix it. That’s love, right?”

You stared at your son, heart aching.

He wasn’t a baby anymore. He hadn’t been for years. But in that moment, bright-eyed, passionate, full of love and legacy and reckless hope, he looked exactly like the boy who’d once clung to his father’s tyre and whispered dreams into the rubber.

And somehow, he’d found a girl who understood it all.

“She’s welcome to dinner,” you whispered. “Whenever she wants.”

He smiled so wide it cracked your chest open.

Later that night, you told Fernando. He smirked for a full minute straight.

“Max is going to lose his mind,” he murmured.

“Oh, I know.”

“And Kelly.”

“I know.”

“I can already hear Christian Horner laughing.”

“I know.”

Fernando kissed your forehead and pulled you into his chest, chuckling softly. “You can’t run from the blood, mi amor. Our son was always going to fall for someone just like us.”

“God help them both.”

You met Lily a week later. It was at a quiet dinner in Madrid. She arrived with wine, no makeup, and a grip on your son’s hand that told you everything you needed to know.

She kissed you on both cheeks like a true Piquet. She complimented your earrings. She asked about your favourite Fernando stories. And when she excused herself to the bathroom, your son looked at you with eyes that glowed like Fernando’s had once done in Monaco.

“So?” he asked nervously.

“She’s perfect.”

He breathed for the first time all night.

And when Fernando clapped him on the back with a proud smile, you knew. You knew that the past, the pain, the ghosts, the crashes and the legacy, had all led to this moment. To this table. To this boy. To this girl. Two bloodlines of warriors, dreamers, racers. Falling in love.

Because of course your son had found his match. Of course he hadn’t fallen for a normal girl with a normal life. He’d fallen for Lily Verstappen Piquet. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You should’ve known the universe wasn’t done with you.

Not when your life had already been written in championship bloodlines. Not when your son fell in love with Lily Verstappen Piquet of all people. And certainly not when the wedding invitation, ivory and embossed with gold laurel wreaths, landed on your doorstep and made you cry for reasons you still couldn’t name.

You didn’t expect this. Any of it. Not to survive your father’s death, not to marry Fernando Alonso, not to raise a son who would follow in the footsteps of gods, and definitely not to be sitting at the head table at a wedding that looked like the fucking FIA Hall of Fame.

You watched as your son took Lily’s hand on the dance floor. His suit was perfectly cut, hair curled just enough to remind you of his toddler days. And Lily, radiant in Dior, her grandmother’s sapphire earrings catching the light every time she laughed. Max and Kelly’s daughter. Max, the storm. Kelly, the sharpest knife in any room. Your son had inherited your heart, your father’s spirit, Fernando’s tenacity, and now, by some cosmic joke, he belonged to them too.

Fernando leaned over, stealing a canapé off your plate like he hadn’t been doing that for three decades. “You’re crying again,” he murmured.

“No I’m not.”

He smirked. “You always say that when you are.”

You didn’t answer. Just reached for your champagne flute and let your eyes drift across the ballroom. The paddock had emptied for this wedding. Every single driver from the current grid. Most of the legends. Christian and Geri were holding hands at a side table, for once completely silent. Zak was already drunk and trying to steal the mic. Susie and Toto were dancing. Charles was talking with Carlos near the open bar, and Oscar was twirling Lily’s niece around like he was auditioning for a Disney reboot.

You caught Max’s eye from across the table. He gave you a nod and a rare, sincere smile. You couldn’t believe he was someone’s father. You couldn’t believe you were. But somehow, here you were.

Kelly reached across to refill your glass. “To survival,” she said dryly.

“To fate,” you muttered.

And then Max raised his glass. He didn’t stand. He didn’t need to. When Max Verstappen raised his voice, the room listened.

“To the bride and groom,” he said. “To Lily and the son of Fernando Alonso and Ayrton Senna’s daughter, because apparently the universe had one last plot twist for us. To F1 royalty.”

Laughter broke out immediately. Glasses clinked. And across the table, Fernando grinned like the troublemaker he always had been. You touched your forehead to his shoulder, heart full to bursting.

“Do you remember when we were the ones dancing?” you whispered.

“I remember thinking you were going to break my nose if I asked for your number.”

“I probably would’ve.”

Fernando’s arm wrapped around your waist. “He’s happy,” he said softly. “That’s all we ever wanted.”

You looked back to the dance floor. Your son and Lily spinning, half-drunk on champagne and each other. She kissed him in front of everyone, unapologetic, confident, radiant. The applause rang out like a standing ovation.

“I think this is what peace feels like,” you said.

Fernando kissed your cheek. “Or the eye of the storm.”

Either way, you were home. Always had been. Not because of a track or a name or a legacy. But because of what you’d built from it. You’d raised the next generation of F1 with love, steel, and something holy in your blood. You were the daughter of Ayrton Senna, the wife of Fernando Alonso, and the mother of the boy who made the sport feel sacred again.

And tonight? Tonight you toasted to all of it. To chaos. To legacy. To laughter. To grief and fire and glittering champagne. To family.

To F1 royalty.

[freyafrida]

rilla of ingleside, chapter eight

“It took more courage for you to tackle that five pounds of new infant, Rilla-my-Rilla, than it would be for Jem to face a mile of Germans. I wish I had half your pluck,” he said ruefully.”

Sweetness of Walter as a big brother aside, this line reads to me as another example of Walter dwelling over not enlisting (I think the "ruefully" is what makes it read as serious, otherwise I'd think he's just being nice to Rilla) -- everything comes down to whether he thinks he has enough courage to do what he sees others doing, whether it's enlist or raise a baby, were he in Rilla's position.

(Also, Blythe family dynamics! Rilla thinks maybe her dad told her siblings not to tease her -- which is too cute -- and given her insecurity over them thinking she's too young to understand their goings-on, I like that she gets a little moment of "stunning" them.)

“Finally, Miss Oliver came in. She rooms with Nan now, not me, all because of the baby, and I am broken-hearted about it.”

i feel like this is a discussion that has come up before, but how big is ingleside anyway???

“Mr. Grant is at Valcartier, too, and Miss Oliver feels it dreadfully, though she is splendid about it.”

Sometimes I forget Robert Grant exists oops. Minor point that it's nice that unlike Faith or Nan, Gertrude isn't totally defined by being A Sweetheart of a man at the front (perhaps because she is, as the book reminds us, positively geriatric at the age of 28 -- as well as because of her status as a conduit for much of LMM's own war experience and personality traits).

“she hadn’t been able to sleep because the Germans are so near Paris”

There's so much in this chapter about everyone's fears of the Germans reaching Paris -- which tbh seem to almost be more fearful over the loss of art and culture ("the hordes that ruined the wonder of the Rheims"; again with the depiction of Germany as hellbent on destroying culture and civilization) more than what it would actually mean for the war -- not that you get the vibe that the characters really know what it would mean, anyway. Although I'll admit that part of it might be hindsight; modern readers would know that the fall of Paris didn't mean WWII was lost -- speaking of, given the fear over the loss of Paris, I wonder if LMM took it really hard when Paris was captured in WWII. Does that ever come up in her diaries?

“Then I walked the floor with it although ‘Morgan on Infants’ says that should never be done.”

no comment except to acknowledge the introduction of probs the funniest running bit in the book

And then, Junior Red drama! I love how clearly the various personalities and relations between the girls are woven in just a few words. Based on Rilla mentioning that she wanted everything to be 'businesslike' in the same line as not wanting eats, I'm guessing the anti-eats crowd thought that the meetings would turn into more of a social thing where nothing would get done? Or maybe making and serving the food would be more of a strain on some girls than others?

“She is just a perfect angel, while I am only angelic in spots and demonic in other spots. I wish Walter would take a fancy to her, but he never seems to think about her in that way, although I heard him say once she was like a tea rose.”

Una mention!!! \o/ A tea rose does seem like perfect imagery for her (even the name) and I am intrigued by Walter noticing her enough to make the comparison. It also feels like a rather positive comparison, given that Una is explicitly called "not pretty" in Rainbow Valley -- speaking to thinking of Una as delicate and pretty and in need of particular attention? 👀 (To undercut my own agenda for a moment, it's also possible Walter's just remembering that time she passed out in church, rip. Also thinking about Norman Douglas dubbing Faith "Red Rose" in Rainbow Valley -- seems fitting that Faith is a traditional rose, while Una is a paler more fragile tea rose?)

“I vow I’ll show them. I never sulk. I detest people who sulk.”

Idk so much anymore, but as a Youth I related hard to Rilla's perception that everyone thinks she's going to fail and her furious need to prove them wrong, and I love that about her. although i did sulk wayyy more lmao

“Shirley and I went down to the station again to try to induce Dog Monday to come home but we failed. All the family have tried and failed. Three days after Jem had gone Walter went down and brought Monday home by main force in the buggy and shut him up for three days.”

no real thoughts on this except I love Rilla and Shirley hanging together 🥹 also the image of Walter wrestling Monday into the buggy is killing me

“One day some boys threw stones at Monday and old Johnny Mead, who never was known to take notice of anything before, snatched up a meat axe in the butcher’s shop and chased them through the village.”

my mean take is that I always rolled my eyes a bit at this part. Some dude who never cares about anything is ~so moved~ by Monday that he chases a bunch of kids with a meat axe, yes yes Monday's vigil is devoted and touching, I get it

“Not that it matters; he told Nan to say good-bye to Spider for him and tell me not to forget him wholly in my absorbing maternal duties.”

ngl I love this line. Ken is funny!!! Why is he such a piece of dry bread for most of the book!!

That said, as someone in possession of an ugly nose, I always took the insult to Fred Arnold personally. I bet it's fine and the Blythe kids are just nose snobs bc of Anne >:(

“I think we’d better wait until we hear from its father anyhow. He mightn’t want to have it sent to an orphan asylum, when he is fighting the battles of his country.”

Rilla has way more faith in Mr. Anderson than he deserves tbh

“God just put out His hand and touched them—‘thus far—no further,’” said Mr. Meredith that evening.”

the absolute drama of this line. Kind of makes me not take Mr. Meredith seriously as a preacher 😅 (i'll admit I don't know that much about Presbyterianism, but I feel like a minister, of all people, should have more...perspective than thinking God is intervening in a war on your preferred side?)

glossary! Mostly was interested in the background on Methodists, tbh. Stuff about the Second Battle of the Marne is also attached to the Marne description but the book isn't there yet

Readying Rilla bits:

When Rilla references going to Alice Clow's party, the draft originally calls her "Adella" Clow, who I think is a friend of Faith's in Rainbow Valley -- so not part of Rilla's circle? (Although it seems like Rilla is friends with older girls, e.g. Irene and Una, who aren't among the Queen's/Redmond set.)

"Morgan" was originally called "Holt."

Originally, Rilla is the one that says Una reminds her of a tea rose.

In the line where Rilla wishes Walter would return Una's feelings, she says she knows Una "just adores him."

"Olive Kirk" and "Ida Crawford" were originally mentioned as treasurer before Jen Vickers was settled on. I don't think Ida Crawford's been mentioned before? Honestly so funny, you could really stick any name in front of "Crawford", "Drew", "McAllister", or "Clow" and plausibly get a resident of Glen St. Mary.

Rags Dog Monday originally refused to eat and then escaped the Ingleside barn by tearing a board off the wall (instead of howling so loudly that the Blythes had to let him go back to the station).

This seems to be the point where "Ken" was settled on as Ken's name; no crossed-out Selwyns in the section referring to him. RIP Thelwyn

[phoebehalliwell]

okay but like lezbehonest phoebe x the seer (debbi morgan) would've been a viiiiiibbbbbeeeee. like. i stan.

aur my goddddddddddddd… especially in a phoebe falls first seer falls hardest vibe like phoebe’s all like i love men and also marriage and also cole i am normal :D but like keeps crossing paths with the seer like hey 😏 and she doesn’t fully realize she’s doing it at first but she’s like okay well how about for this plan i seduce the seer and piper and paige are like what no that won’t work she knows you’re in love with cole and phoebe’s like right :( and then like. wait. why did that statement make me feel sad. and then she’s like ohhhh my godd so she starts like pulling away and maybe this is when the seers like you have to commit to the bit (being evil) or die!! and phoebe’s like yes i love the bit i love cole i am here i am here i am here. but she’s not. and the seer as her new caretaker totally notices and is like hey. why are you so upset. be happy be like how you normally are and phoebe’s like maybe this is how i normally am and the seers like no when we crossed paths previously you were like x and y and z all citing these examples where phoebe was flirting with her and phoebe’s like ugh whatever you don’t know me and storms out. and the seer’s like. that was weird. must be a mortal thing. they’re so weird and susceptible and love is such a skill issue that must be why phoebe’s acting so weird she must be in love. Wait.

and then the seer keeps trying to slip in conversation like hey i know you’re in love with me that’s fine like i don’t mind you’ll get over it but phoebe’s not picking any of this up bc she’s avoiding her because she’s embarrassed and but she’s phoebe she doesn’t get embarrassed you can hold her down so she goes out and flirts with a new girl and the seer sees this and is immediately Livid. if we’re going dark romance 1000% kills that person bc why is phoebe looking at you like that?? then is like hm no wait. this is what i wanted bc i’m not in love with phoebe so she should find someone else but the thought of phoebe being with anyone else makes her soooo angry she’s like wait fuck.

so Now the seer’s trying to slip in conversation hey i’m in love with you too but phoebe’s still avoiding her idk if she’s still evil then the sisters come to make some great statements and the seer saves phoebe or sacrifices herself in some fashion and phoebe’s like Ohhh!!! and then we give the seer the cole plotline of She’s Back From The Dead but this time that’s good bc now they can actually start dating.

where’s cole this whole time you ask? having an affair with darryl

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

tfa humanformers

[timaeusresponds]

Aughh dirkhal kismesis unhealthy style but whos the auspice here like who is even remotely trying to get the Live Wire and The Water to get along enough to not murder each other and instead practice healthy kismesis relations. Who is dumb enough or perhaps foolhardy enough or perhaps just loves them enough

[aurenflare]

the ship keefe x marella is really really funny to me because like. canonically they pretty much look exactly the same... sokeefe may have two blonds but keefella are like. the siblings-or-dating final boss

[cookiedough77]

based on this post from @purplecatghostposts

i had to draw this out 😔

[hiemaldesirae]

shitposting before i start scheming. truly the biggest tragedy of radiostatics divorce was that we never got to see these 6 interact in any capacity

[faunandfloraas]

Adding to the list of funny shit I've earnestly seen people call seungmin, today's edition: Homewrecker

[aq2003]

i am always a little bit insane abt the idea of malcolm being a teenager (a la donmar production). like do you think macduff stuck around to be the world's saddest helicopter dad

[username8746489]

Messing with the lore and power scaling for the bit

[klanced]

I still have no idea how Veracxa actually played out in the show but I’m enamored by the idea that the team spends years fighting like the bitchiest most tenacious most androgynous lesbian ever. And then she becomes Lance’s sister-in-law.

[lmaster37]

my stupidest tma take is that the lonelyeyes age gap genuinely is the thing that makes me not engage with the ship, despite the fact that that is, like, the least toxic part of their relationship

[guabie]

Yk I haven’t really seen anyone discuss caitlyn’s relationships with the men in her life and I feel like they’re just as important to her character as her relationships with the women in her life

Men like her father, Jayce, Marcus etc.

There’s not many men in her life but the few that are involved impact her in such an interesting way

[djevelbl]

Ace Attorney crossover where, in very typical Phoenix Wright fashion, he's neglected to find out WHO IN HELL his newest client is until he's sitting right across from him at the detention center's visitation room, and he's forced to confront the fact that he's going to bat for a murderous clown who IS innocent this time around

Aka: Ace Attorney crossover, but ClownPierce is his client--

[milkcanslam]

My general idea of how Rammy and Ma got together goes like this.

A meetcute happens between them (this can be anything). My first idea was Rammy scoping the scene during Lammy's and by extension Milkcan's gig because she's spiteful (Classic Rammy). She leaves before the show and smokes a cigarette.Suddenly Ma asks for one and they strike up a conversation. None know of each other's history with Lammy. They hit it off well, at least well enough to warrant frequent visits until they decide to become official.

Ma decides to introduce her to her bandmates, awkwardness ensues. Something something Rammy decides to go even though she knows Lammy's gonna be there. While Ma's unaware of Rammy's previous squabble with Lammy in the end of stage 6, Katy's excited to meet her friend's new gf while Lammy is shocked by Rammy again. Did it have to be her?

Little by little Ma notices something wrong and It's ultimately Ma's decision to get to the bottom of it and traverse what happened since she's a third party. Realize Rammy's full character and decide if she still wants to stay or not.

I love the ship to bits but I ultimately feel they'd break up. Ma wouldn't stand it any longer if Rammy keeps up her childish acts.

I do think if I wanted to write a more positive spin, Rammy learns to let go and grow and stuff. Personal turmoil and growth and all that jazz.