#yukierre fic

[chellena]

TW: unhealthy relationship with food/binge eating/insecurity

Yuki Tsunoda, in his rookie season of F1, just can’t stop thinking about pudding. It starts with a little itch at the back of his mind that turns into a full body ache.

He also can't stop thinking about his older teammate, Pierre Gasly. He doesn't want to think about why that is. And it doesn't help that Pierre has resorted to calling Yuki by the pet name- Pudding.

[sunreisets]

do y’all want an instagram au of yukierre where the captions are based off Pierre by Ryn Weaver and Sukidakara by Yuika? it’s not a part 2 to the first yukierre one I did but I got that idea yk

[homolonso]

13/10 F1 AO3 ships by amount of works posted

1. Lestappen 5,261 (5% increase from last month)

2. Maxiel 4,159 (1.5% increase)

3. Carlando 2,624 (2% increase)

4. Piarles 2,294 (1.1% increase)

5. Landoscar 1,962 (8% increase)

6. Brocedes 1,892 (3.5% increase)

7. Simi 1,857 (0.6% increase)

8. Charlos 1,325 (3.2% increase)

9. Sewis 1,294 (1.4% increase)

10. Rubon 1,209 (3.4% increase)

11. Chestappen 914 (7.5% increase)

12. Loscar 747 (6.5% increase)

13. Yukierre 620 (3.5% increase)

14. Webbonso 548 (1.9% increase)

15. Strollonso 408 (3.5% increase)

[fourtyforever]

Get in losers were making a fic rec masterlist

Hi y’all it’s me, your local multishipper, and I’m about to be the change I wish to see in the world by putting all the best f1 fics in one place.

Maxiel

cool things to say to your soulmate by @powerful-owl (E, 14k)

A collection of shorter soulmate stories by the great em powerfulowl. Essentially the maxiel thesis as far as I’m concerned. If you ever catch me talking about the goose fic, this is what I’m talking about. Fun story: this was actually the first F1 rpf I ever read and I blame it for why my standards are so fantastically high.

Thursday girl by @boxboxlewis (M, 3k)

Max is outed by the press. Shocking emotional impact to word ratio and off the charts tenderness. Short and sweet and low key a comfort read to me.

the being unknown by anonymous (E, 12k)

Body swap with really unique and emotional vibes. Ngl this one hurt me (in the best way). A fantastic and heart-wrenching take on the horrors of 2022.

Charlos

win or lose (it’s how you play the game) by @f1-stuff (E, 18k)

Hickey bet between charles and carlos. Cannot get over this fic for as long as I live: the silliness is off the charts, the vibes are literally the most perfectly balanced tenderhorny I’ve ever read and the writing is just really that good. I think about this fic minimum once a day.

last night by venerat (E, 24k)

College au. Ngl this one is just especially spicy, but also very very funny and fully captivating top to bottom (see what I did there? haha). Also a great ensemble cast here, which I always love.

Once more (before we die) by @f1-stuff (M, 6k)

Fantasy AU where charlos are princes of warring kingdoms. I love this AU and I love the tenderness between Charles and Carlos that we get out of it. I’m usually not really an AU type of gal but this one really did change my mind.

Playing games by @vegasgrandprix (T, 4K)

Gay chicken. WIP, but I can already tell so clearly exactly where this is going and that is delightful to me. Honestly this really is how they act like 90% of the time already.

Yukierre

match made in heaven by venerat (T, 4K)

Pierre is yuki’s matchmaker. this one is just so sweet and sooooo silly. Comfort read 100%

Loscar

Are they gay or European? (the answer is both) by periwinkle_bumper_cars (T, 30k)

Logan keeps walking in on other drivers in compromising positions. 100% balls to the wall silliness from beginning to end and just completely delightful the whole time. Background carlando, kmag/hulkenberg, brocedes, maxiel, and honestly the ensemble cast is what takes this one from great to top tier.

Landoscar

By a thread by @mctwinkdom (E, 32k)

The classic Australian thongs misunderstanding (gone sexual). Incredibly silly, amazingly hot and honestly a top-tier character study of both Oscar and Lando. A great study in unreliable narration as well (probably part of what accounts for my previous point).

carried away by orphan account (E, 22k)

Fake dating. Honestly this one got me in my feels so much more than I expected from the premise. Sweet and a little bit angsty and just a delightful read all the way down.

Strollonso

green light, red wine (and I don’t feel fine) by @vicsy (E, 19k)

Mafia AU where lance is the son of Fernando’s arch nemesis. THEE strollonso fic of all time I tell you. Unparalleled characterization on the part of both nando and lance, fantastic ensemble cast, FANTASTIC writing, and off the charts unreal spiciness. If you haven’t read this yet then what are you doing

El dick plan by @waddlingpenguin (E, 800)

Lance says ‘daddy,’ both Fernando and Lawrence answer. Short, sweet and SILLY.

camera roll by @penaltyboxboxbox (E, 5k)

Sexting/sex tapes. Overall nice and spicy and just fantastic characterization. Also absolutely crucial is the companion art also by dave penaltyboxboxbox which is literally like the ice cream on top of the cake for such a wonderful fic

silver platter by @wewentcarracing (E, 10k)

getting together fic featuring long suffering estie bestie. Honestly the fic is amazing and spicy and just so well written but Esteban’s ever growing dismay is lowkey my favorite part. Works as a pretty great lance character study as well.

Brocedes

Roseberg’s vs haminkton by @jean----ralphio (E, 16k)

Tattoo artist versus flower shop, except they’re rivals. This is like…just how they are honestly. Absolutely stunning ensemble cast and absolutely hilarious buildup to lewis and Nico finally getting together. Side order of seb just being a massive shit stirrer which honestly I think is the role he belongs in

The real reason nico rosberg retired by periwinkle_bumper_cars (G, 3k)

Secret Santa (gone horribly wrong). This is…..also just how they are unfortunately. The rancidest of vibes but also screeching-out-loud funny.

will be updating this on the reg so stay tuned for more good fics. also maybe if I am very lucky someday I will have my own fics to add to the list. definitely I need to become slightly more insane before I can start writing for this fandom but believe you me I’m well on my way.

[over-extra-tapidoodles]

guys, does anyone also miss Yukierre??

well I do so i decided to make a Chappell Roan Yukierre Animatic for pride month :)

It’s sad btw :3

[milflewis]

ok but mob au

1.

“You really didn’t know who I work for?”

When Yuki found out that Pierre’s boss is the Sebastian Vettel, the Lion of Singapore, and the unofficial heir to Schumacher & Co., he had only raised his eyebrows. Pierre took that to mean he had already figured it out.

Yuki blinks at him. “No.”

“But.” Pierre frowns. “Why did you — I always have so many knives on me! Is this not weird to you?” He gestures at his jacket which hangs open, showing four different perfectly sharpened blades tucked into the lining.

Yuki shrugs. “You are French, yes? You like to cut things. Like cheese.”

Pierre mouths wordlessly. Cheese.

“Anyway,” Yuki adds. “You are weird, so. This would not be weird.”

2.

The first time Sebastian meets Lewis, his runners are wet with Michael’s blood and Lewis’s hands are pressing his head into the glass door. His face aches, nose throbbing.

“Can I help you?” he says, or tries to say. It comes out vaguely smushed.

He pushes back a little just to see. Lewis lets him move half an inch before shoving him back.

“Jesus, Hamilton,” Sebastian hears Michael say. His voice cracks roughly. Sebastian nearly cried when the doctor told him Michael survived the surgery, that they got all the bullets out and he was in recovery. He swallows thickly, as the relief makes him all dizzy even now. “I know you got out today but c’mon, let him go. This is Sebastian — I talked about him.”

The hands on Sebastian’s neck disappear and he’s rubbing at his jaw when he turns around. “Ow,” Seabastian tells Michael. His cheeks are pale and his chest is wrapped in white bandages but his eyes are alert and he is grinning.

“Sebastian, this is Lewis Hamilton. Lewis, Sebastian Vettel. Mika says we are all friends here.”

He pats Mika’s ankle that is propped up on the bed beside his hip. Mika’s eyes stay closed, arms folded in his chair, chin on his chest. There are dark bruises under his eyes under now.

“Right. If Mika says so.”

Lewis steps back towards Michael’s bed, grabbing the duffle bag from where it was leaning against the wall. Sebastian looks at his bare arms, the tattoos that go all the way down to his fingers, the rings there. His jeans sit low on his hips. He needs a shave. Sebastian recognises him from his mugshot, even of his hair is longer now and his face is more lined.

They hadn’t had the time to arrange for Michael to share a cell with someone affiliated with them, and when they had got in contact with him, a week later, he had settled in well enough with his cell mate. By Michael standards at least.

Does not talk much, Michael had told Sebastian over the phone. Likes his fucking singing though. Stares at the picture of his dog. Do you think he is lonely?

When Sebastian had brought it up with Mika, the best person for this kind of thing when Corinna is away, Mika had only shrugged, and told him that he doesn’t think it is just Hamilton that is lonely, and that of fucking course anyone who could survive nine weeks in solitary with just Fernando Alonso as company in the next cell over is someone that Michael would find interesting.

Sebastian looks away from the breadth of Lewis’s shoulders in his white tank and pulls a face at Michael’s waggling eyebrows.

3.

“How old do you think I am?” Jenson asks, as Alex adjusts his long-rifle until it sits comfortably against his shoulder, supported by the flat roof they are lying on. 

Alex doesn’t answer, because he knows exactly how old Jenson is, and the fact that people continue to tell Jenson to his face that he looks ten years older than his actual age will never stop being funny.

“Ollie, how old do you think I am?” Jenson calls.

“Jen, leave the kid alone,” Alex says. “You could dye your hair.”

“Do I look like a man who would dye his hair solely to stave off questions about his age?”

“Yes,” Alex sweeps the street below them, marking the buildings bracketing the shop they are surveilling. “Ollie, how are you doing over there?”

He can hear him scramble around for a second before a burst of static. “Radio ready for orders, sir.”

Alex grimaces, still not used to that, as Jenson only laughs beside him.

4.

“Michael? We got him.” Eddie leans back against the closed door.

Michael hums, closing his leather notebook. He leaves his fountain pen tucked into the middle so he remembers what month of intakes he was going over.

“Send him in.”

The kid’s hair is long and dirty, falling into his eyes and around his ears. His knees are all busted up under his baggy shorts. His face is drawn and thin, and he is glaring at Michael, jaw clenched.

He goes all pale when he sees who sits in front of him. Seems like he didn’t know whose car it was.

“Jesus,” Michael says. “You’re tiny, how did you reach the pedals?”

This morning, the kid — Sebastian Vettel, Michael had asked around — had hot wired Michael’s car in under two minutes and driven away. Michael had watched from the restaurant’s window, amused and impressed.

Mika had been decidedly less so when Michael told him, ten minutes later, that they were going to have to order a cab.

“I’m not that short!” The glare intensifies. His eyes are kind of freaky, Michael thinks. Very big and bright.

Michael holds out a hand, level with his chest, and squints. He lowers it considerably. Sebastian looks like he wants to bite it.

“Of course not,” Michael tells him soothingly. Eddie gives him a reproachful look. Michael holds back his eyeroll but takes his hand out of reach of Sebastian’s mouth.

“I have a job for you,” Michael says, watching Sebastian’s eyes sharpen. He smiles thinly. “If you’re up for it.”

“A job. For me? What kind of job?” Sebastian tilts his head to the side, making his eyes wide. His curls tumble across his forehead. The whole effect is rather sweet, Michael considers, delighted. This will be interesting.

Mika has been nagging at Michael to stop picking up strays but he thinks he will agree with Michael on this one.

5.

Michael stretches out his back, legs interlocked at the ankles, until something clicks along his spine. He exhales slowly, sinking back into the shitty mattress.

They called for lights out fifteen minutes ago. Lewis is still in the bunk above him. Michael looks at the scratches across the metal rods. He had a good workout today, no interruptions, and his arms are nicely sore.

Seventeen minutes.

Lewis moves in his bed, rolling over to the right and for a moment, Michael thinks he will roll right off the edge, but then he is swinging down, silent. Michael holds himself very still.

"I am not interested in fucking."

"Yeah," Lewis says. "I heard."

Michael swallows. The sharpened edge of Lewis's plastic spoon presses into his throat. Lewis is dense and solidly heavy, knees on either side of his hips, one foot digging into his knee.

Michael has seen him fight. In an enclosed space like this, and unarmed, he isn't sure who would come out the better. His fingers itch with excitement.

"I found the picture you left," Lewis says quietly. The spoon doesn't move an inch. His eyes gleam in the dark like an animal.

"Okay," Michael says, not bothering to pretend not to know what he is talking about.

Lewis was fine this morning. He hummed to himself the entire way to breakfast, and he spotted Michael in the gym without even being asked. It wasn't until after dinner that he went all weird and still in himself.

Lewis presses down, just a little. Michael raises an eyebrow.

"Is he alive?" Lewis asks like he doesn't want to show his hand but is doing so anyway. His mouth trembles at the corners. Michael frowns at him. He has seen Lewis hustle in the yard at card games enough times to know that his poker face is better than this.

"Is he."

Oh. Jesus.

Michael laughs. It is too loud of a sound for where they are. He laughs anyway.

"You have issues," he tells Lewis, who only sends him a cutting look.

"That was supposed to make you feel better! Stop crying and all. You miss him, yes? Thought I could help."

Lewis stares at him. Blinks those animal eyes.

Michael makes a frustrated sound in the back of his mouth. He misses Mika. He never has to talk when Mika is around.

"He is being taken care of in that shelter you put him in. I had my people check. I was being nice! Friendly too!"

"We're friends," Lewis says slowly as if he expects Michael to say no.

"Obviously. You are being ridiculous," Michael says. "You think I would kill a dog? No!" He is a little hurt.

"You are the chief suspect in fifteen open murders," Lewis says, flat.

"Not of dogs!"

Lewis looks at him for a long moment before rolling his eyes. "How are you still alive, man? For real? I thought it was a threat."

He pushes off Michael and pulls himself up onto the top bunk, as silent as he climbed down at the start.

"No one else would see this as a bad thing."

He can hear Lewis roll his eyes.

"Literally every other person here would think you were sending a message. And not a good one."

"I was being nice!"

There is a clang of metal against metal, and their cell bars rattle. "Oi! You two! Shut the fuck up. Save the fighting or fucking for the morning."

"Gross, man," Lewis says, and Michael kicks at the underside of his bunk. "You are gross."

Maybe Mika was right when he said that Lewis might not take his generosity in the way he wanted it, Michael considers. He decides not to tell him. He would be too smug if he did.

He palms the sharpened spoon that Lewis had held to his neck and left on his pillow, beside his cheek. It is small and narrow. Michael presses his thumb against the slice, feeling it. He smiles, and tucks it under his sheet. He had needed a new one.

+1.

Sebastian had been small when Michael met him. All eyes and bony knees and dirty hair.

Then he opened up his mouth and his personality crawled out.

Michael has never looked back.

[chellena]

Pierre knew he had a problem. A Yuki Tsunoda sized problem to be specific. He doesn’t understand a lot of things- mainly how he came to be homophobic. Homophobic towards Yuki of all people

But he didn't have any other explanation for how he felt seeing Yuki with other men.

✯ I’m back with more yukierre!! I saw this post on reddit and thought “that’s yukierre pre-divorce coded”

✯ I’m thinking of doing a yukierre x diet pudding cup boy AU next! or fulfilling a request that’s been sitting in my inbox for a while

✯ As always feel free to let me know what you think or offer any advice on how i can improve my writing!!

✯ I’m open to taking requests though i can’t promise it will be fulfilled quickly 

[mclarenyaoi]

どうか

[mvlionheart]

SUMMER SPICE F1 FANFIC BINGO 2024

AO3 Collection | Info & Rules - Challenge / Collection will be open all summer, closing 8/31 - Mildly moderated, all prompts fully open to interpretation - Please check rules before posting to Collection - Open to all F1 ships, no hate please - Authors can post works to the Collection using the bingo card, or wait for some Challenge requests, just have fun and enjoy the summer spice.

[jusst-you-race]

hiii im sending this in bc of the condominium community committee conversation prompt (that's a mouthful 😭) just want to say i LOVE love this fic so much and i'd like to ask for a slice of yukierre domesticity please especially since they live together in the fic iirc!!

it's such a mouthful... if i knew this fic was going to be this popular i probably would have given it a more convenient name lmao... here is some yukierre domesticity!!! these two have such a weird unique dynamic it's very entertaining for the ccc snippet prompts

Pierre Yuki have you seen my hoodie?

The grey one 

I’m trying to do laundry and I cannot find it 

Yuki oh yeah

Pierre Yeah?

Yuki I’m wearing it 

Pierre Right now?

Yuki yep

Pierre That’s my favourite hoodie

Yuki mine too 

Pierre It’s too big for you!

Yuki no it’s perfect size 

it covers my hands 

so they don’t get cold 

Pierre In spring?

Yuki it’s still cold out 

Pierre Why do you always steal my clothes?

Yuki for fun

Pierre I can’t believe you 

Yuki also they make me think of you when I have to go somewhere alone 

Pierre Hmph

You are lucky you’re so cute 

Yuki 🥰

you like me in your clothes 

don’t lie 

Pierre I don’t

Yuki this hoodie even says pierre on the back 

like a label 

Pierre Fine 

I like it 

Happy?

Yuki yes 

I love you 

Pierre Yeah yeah 

Yuki say it back bitch 

Pierre I love you too! 

Yuki 🥰

Pierre 🙄

Where did you even go?

Yuki to get food

I told you this 

Pierre Mm

We’re out of milk 

Yuki I know 

it’s on my list 

I will get everything we need 

Pierre Okay okay 

Be quick 

Yuki demanding 

Pierre That is rich coming from you 

Yuki no 

Pierre Please be quick?

I started thinking about my name being on you 

Yuki you are so horny 

fine I will hurry 

just for you 

Pierre 😘

Yuki well then stop texting me 

or it will take longer 

Pierre Okay bossy 

See you at home baby 

Yuki 🖕

[fourtyforever]

doodletober 9: getting some sweet as hell yukierre up in here with sweet tooth by @12romy <3

[your-ace-cousin-clover]

""With a serious look on his face, Max asks “Do you want a deal with the devil?”

Checo ponders. Or at least he pretends to. The answer has been in his mind, the moment Max has been on his knees. In any universe, the answer would’ve been the same. And just as same as all of those years ago, Fernando would call him stupid."

-

Max is the disowned heir of a corporate empire. Checo is a lawyer struggling to hold on. And the entire Wall Street watches as Red Bull Co. combusts into a trashfire.

Behold the Succession AU

[may-dream16]

*coughs* chapter 9 is here *coughs*

COULD YOU LOVE ME WHILE I HATE MYSELF

Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen ; Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz ; Lando Norris/Carlos Sainz ; Charles Leclerc/Carlos Sainz ; Max Verstappen/Daniel Ricciardo ; Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri ; Lando Norris/Charles Leclerc ; Charles Leclerc/Pierre Gasly ; Pierre Gasly/Yuki Tsunoda

Strangers, family, friends, maybe lovers and maybe nots. They all come from different backgrounds, with different hopes, dreams, and aspirations. Their common ground? They all know Max or Carlos or Max ‘and’ Carlos, and they all have a talent for complicating their lives. This is the tale of a group of friends whose roads run in parallels, cross, tangle and untangle only to tangle again. There is friendship and love, problems and solutions, misery and joy. There is a life with all its ingredients.

Ongoing | Mature | 67 763 words | 9/? chapters | Ao3

[chellena]

i have three unfinished yukierre WIPS, 5+ more ideas, an exam on the horizon and am running low on motivation please help me

(i wanna finish at least another fic but i have no time)

[littlebearnation]

knife

pierre gasly/yuki tsunoda | 1.4k | E | knife play

summary:

Pierre hadn’t meant to stare at Yuki, his own task abandoned before him. But the way Yuki wielded the knife he was using, hands moving at a rapid pace as he diced up the vegetables and the meat they would be using for their dinner… it made something in Pierre’s gut kick with desire.

Yuki was the first man Pierre had ever been with, and none of his ex-girlfriends had wanted to be dominant over him, so Pierre’s knife kink had been locked up and shoved into the back of his mind, not too long after he’d first discovered it. But now it was reawakening, all due to Yuki and his skilled hands.

or, Pierre's rediscovers a kink.

part 11 of sir bear does kinkvember

[mercyreg]

“Crybaby.” Yukierre - Microfic

Yuki x Pierre

⚠️ Warning?: Angst, hurt no comfort, crash, mentions of hospital, cursing.

“Crybaby.” Yukierre Angst microfic? Drabble?

photo credit:Dan Istitene

His mind was a mess, a mess with the urge to win as he tailed Verstappen. Just as he went to make the move to overtake him, The voice of his Engineer cut his thoughts in half before he could get back in his moment. “Head to the pit, they’re deploying a safety car.” 

Pierre wanted to roll his eyes at that, he was too close to winning for some idiot to screw him over. He slowed, following protocol and sparing a glance at one of the many monitors around the stadium, catching a glimpse of a white car on fire. 

Pierre briefly wished Daniel was okay, knowing it wasn’t Yuki.

…It couldn’t be Yuki right. Right?

“Who crashed?” He was quick to ask, getting back to the pit. He still had 37 more laps to go, he couldn’t afford for it to be Yuki. “…Let’s focus on the race alright?” His engineer called out to him through his helmet, Pierre suddenly felt cold in a moment he definitely should not be cold.

“Who crashed.” He asked again, trying to keep the waver out of his voice.

“Tsunoda crashed with Albon. They are being air lifted to the hospital now.” Was all that echoed through his ear, even as he left the pit, even as he started on his last lap, even when he overtook max, Even when he crossed the finish line in p1. He won the race for Yuki, He needed to.

Pierre couldn’t think, No. 

He wouldn’t allow himself to think.

He pulled into the P1 spot, removing his wheel and climbing out his car so quickly he even forgot to turn it off. Pierre ran, he ran through the lane, through his garage, and into his drivers room, slamming the door shut with a loud thud.

He was crying, he didn’t realize it before but he was crying. Bad. Minutes seemed like hours, nothing made sense to him. Yuki crashed and they wouldn’t even tell him about it. A loud knock on his door brought his mind out of his thoughts. 

“Gasley? Come on you have a podium to get to!” A voice hollered through the door. Pierre couldn’t move, he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to face the world, not while he knew where Yuki was, how bad he suffered.

“I don’t give a damn about a podium right now!” He exclaimed, opening the door and being face to face with Esteban, His teammate. 

His face betrayed his shock, eyeing Pierre like he lost his mind. “It’s your win! You just won! You got p1! What do you mean you don’t give a damn!?” Esteban yelled and Pierre walked by. 

“Which hospital are they at?” He demanded, keeping his stride up as he walked through the paddock, looking for the nearest way out.

“Come on, don’t be a crybaby over this Pierre.” Esteban yelled out from behind him.

Several officials of Alphine stepped in around Pierre, spewing ways to get him to stay, to get him to stand on the podium. To get him to wait while Yuki sat in the hospital with Albon.

“He was air lifted! He was hurt that badly! Both of them. I’m not fucking getting on that podium. Fine me, give me penalties. I don’t care.” Was all he said as he found his way out to his driver, slamming the car door shut.

soooo? I’m getting there! Getting into the writing mood! So enjoy this little thing!!