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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 year

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The Best Kept Secret on the Grid || Part Two

GR, CL, MV, LH x fem!reader Warnings: angsty drivers, more filth (masturbation, smut) WC: 3k F1 Masterlist || Part One || Part Two || Part Three

“Oh my word, what is going on?” David Croft, the official F1 commentator, was aghast at what he was seeing on the track in front of him and his voice echoed across the paddock from the loudspeakers. “This is looking like a repeat of Australia and nobody wants to see that again.”

You slunk down in your seat and pulled your hat further down your head. Maybe sending those nudes hadn’t been the best idea. It had been four weeks since the last race and to say you were feeling needy was a massive understatement. You hadn’t been able to stop yourself from sending your men some enticing pictures before the race.

“And there goes Gasly, into the gravel. We’ll have to see the replay on that but I think it was his own teammate that made contact with him. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it was Alpine on Alpine going into the corner and now Gasly will have a lot of time to make up for it. Ocon will be lucky if he doesn’t get a penalty for that aggressive move.”

You looked at the place board and saw the seven drivers who had already retired from the turbulent race. Max was one of them, and he was pissed.

You shoved the phone back in your purse and cheered with the rest of the grandstand as Lewis passed by, holding first position with 12 laps to go. Right on his tail was Charles but the real battle was taking place behind him for the third step on the podium.

It was a dog fight between Fernando, Esteban and Lando with less than a second separating each car. You screamed louder than anyone else as they shot past the lap line and a few heads turned your way but you ignored them. You weren’t even in bed and these guys were making you scream.

Another lap passed without incident but then the fight for third took a dangerous turn when Lando pushed Fernando wide and Esteban tried to take advantage by slipping past on the inside. Fernando ended up grazing his car along the wall while Lando thought he was in the clear only to clip the front wing of Esteban’s car and the two of them careened off the track.

Shock rippled through the crowd as another three cars were retired and their drivers were pulled apart by the marshalls that were trying to clear the track under a red flag. It was messy and you could almost taste the testosterone in the charged atmosphere.

“I don’t even have words to describe this race,” David commented. “That will be the third restart and what a change that makes to the standings. We have Hamilton in P1, Leclerc P2, Stroll P3, followed by Sainz, Russell, Gasly, then miraculously both Williams’ and AlphaTauri’s drivers are almost guaranteed those much needed but elusive points - if they can just stay on the track and cross the finish line in one piece.”

You couldn’t sit and listen to the spectators around you any longer. They all asked variations of the same question - what the hell had happened to the drivers? Blue balls was the answer. That’s what had happened after four weeks with no racing: all those explosive male hormones were building and building, and your nudes had struck the match.

You had been messaging most of the guys over the mid-season break, exchanging scandalous messages and promises of what they could do the next time they were on the podium, but you had stopped short of meeting up with any of them - no matter how much they begged. Your pussy hated you for denying it the pleasure but the waiting only increased the anticipation and made the climax all the better.

Plus the teasing was fun.

You slipped out of the grandstand and made your way to the motorhomes behind another fence for security. Ever since that first wild night you had received a Paddock Pass for every race and become a familiar face to the teams, though they never knew the extent of your ‘friendships’ with the drivers.

“Max isn’t here,” Tommy said just as you reached the door to the luxurious motorhome.

You winked at the Red Bull assistant and pressed a finger to your lips. “I’m just leaving him a commiseration gift. It’s a surprise, so no blabbering.”

The busy man left with a shake of his head and you closed the door behind you, sliding the bolt into place so no unexpected visitors could interrupt you.

Max’s bed was made with the precision you would expect from someone trained in the military, not a racer, and there wasn’t a single crease in the duvet cover.

“You’re such a perfectionist,” you muttered before jumping onto the bed and messing it up. His scent still clung to the pillow and you grabbed it as you rolled onto your knees, shoving it between your legs before hiking your dress up to your waist.

You grabbed your phone and set it up against the headboard as you hit record. “I’m going to miss you tonight, Maxy.” You sucked on your fingers before trailing them down your body and pushing your panties aside. “It could’ve been you I was riding.”

You moaned as you ground yourself shamelessly over your fingers and his pillow. Your head fell back and you grabbed your throat, gently squeezing it as your eyes fluttered shut.

“Oh, Max,” you cried out, rolling your hips faster until the wet sounds of your pussy filled the air and were definitely picked up by the microphone. “You’re going to dream of me tonight when you lay your head on this pillow. It’s going to make you so hard, you’re going to fuck your hand and imagine it’s my cunt squeezing you tight until you explode.”

Your words ignited the orgasm that had been building and you cried out as you came all over his pillow. Your body shuddered from the aftershocks and you tasted the release on your fingers, knowing it would drive him wild when he saw it. “Sweet dreams, Maxy.”

You made it back to the grandstand in time to see the final lap and you were on your feet screaming with the rest of the crowd as Lewis crossed the finish line first, soon followed by Charles and Carlos. You were giddy at the thought of sharing the three of them later and joined the mass of people as they began to make their way down to the track that was opening to the public.

You were well versed at having to push your way through the crowd and you knew you had time to get to the front since the winners were still on the big screen having their post-race interviews. You were only half listening to them as you inched your way closer to the stage.

“There was a very competitive atmosphere out there today, why do you think that was?”

Carlos and Charles looked at each other before looking down to hide the knowing grin they shared but it was Lewis that answered the interviewer.

“I mean first and foremost it is a race, so it will always be competitive. But, I think, for me at least, it’s been a long four weeks off the track and we were all eager to get back behind the wheel and more importantly back on the podium.”

“Speaking of podiums, it looks like our time is up.” He shook hands with Lewis, then Charles and Carlos. “Congratulations once again. Well deserved.”

You reached the front barricade as the guys climbed the stairs to the stage up above and their eyes scanned the crowd knowing you were somewhere among the throngs. Carlos spotted you first and slapped Charles’ chest before pointing your way. You blew them a kiss and gave them a wink, their smiles growing as they stepped closer to the glass balustrade. You crossed your arms and to anyone else it would have been an innocent gesture but from their vantage point it pushed your breasts to the very edge of your low cut dress.

Your phone vibrated in your purse and since you weren’t all that interested in the national anthems playing you pulled it out. Your scoff was swallowed by the sound of the crowd and you searched the shadows around the cordoned off areas to find Max staring back. Even with the distance you could see the harsh cut of his jaw as he clenched his teeth and his arms were crossed defensively over his chest.

You didn’t even bother to address the message he had sent, instead you replied with the video you had taken in his bed. You watched with a keen interest as he reached into his jeans and pulled out his phone.

Blue eyes turned to black as his pupils dilated and he ran a hand through his hair, tugging the dirty blond strands while he fisted his phone on the other. His thumbs flew across the keyboard as he typed his response before turning his back and leaving the celebration while you started at the reply.

You're going to pay for that.

Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot At the body shop, doing something unholy

The heat on the dance floor was quickly soaring as hands roamed your body. Charles’ entire front was pressed against your back and controlled the sway of your hips to the music as his lips grazed your neck and he whispered filthy words for only you to hear.

He wasn’t alone.

Lewis and Carlos’ bodies encircled you, obscuring your obscene display of affection from the dense crowd dancing to the music too. They were taking advantage of the disorienting strobe lights and the fact everyone else was in a drunken world of their own, it was daring even for them.

Charles pinned your hands behind your back, trapping them between your bodies, as Lewis stepped closer and used his thigh to push your legs apart. Cool air rushed in and kissed the heat of your pussy as your skirt rode up higher the more Lewis nudged your thighs apart.

“Hermosa,” Carlos groaned as he noticed the lack of lace panties beneath. “You forgot something when you were getting ready.”

You licked your lips and leaned back against Charles so your dress pulled up even higher and Lewis cursed lowly.

“I didn’t forget anything.”

And when you want it, baby, I know I got you covered And when you need it, baby, just jump under the covers

Your cry was swallowed by the chorus as they descended on you.

Carlos’ fingers were at your entrance, gathering the evidence of your need and using it to glide over your clit while Lewis and Charles left burn marks on your neck from the short beards they sported. Their hands cupped and squeezed and probed until you were lost to the overwhelming sensations and ready to float away like the clouds of dry ice around the room.

“Unless you’re planning to fuck me on the dance floor, we need to go.”

“The idea has crossed my mind,” Charles admitted between sucking at the sensitive skin below your ear.

“Time to go,” Lewis ordered before you could reach for his belt buckle, the only one out of the three men capable of using his head to think with and not his dick.

Carlos pouted as he pulled your dress back into place but he knew it would be coming off in a matter of minutes when he got you upstairs.

The music drifted away as the elevator doors closed in the lobby and Charles pushed you back into Lewis’ arms. “Don’t let her move,” he warned as he dropped to his knees.

Carlos’ hand slapped over your mouth in time to smother the moan that was ready to fill the small elevator when Charles’ tongue teased over your clit. You squirmed as you tried to roll your hips, silently begging for more, but Lewis curled a strong arm around your waist and pinned you to his body.

The floor levels ticked by and the higher they rose the closer you got to heaven.

Everywhere you looked you were blessed with the sight of the men around you and their infinite reflections in the mirrored walls. Even when your head fell back in ecstasy you swayed under the image on the ceiling, spying Charles’ eyes that rolled up to look at you coming undone over his tongue.

Ding!

Charles rose swiftly to his feet, pulling your dress back into place before the doors opened and a body filled the doorway. He already knew what had happened from the dazed look in your eyes and the way Lewis had to support your unsteady legs by holding you against him.

“What the fuck, Max?” Carlos asked as he stepped in front of you, Charles too busy wiping his lips to speak.

You wouldn’t say you were shocked to see him somehow get your room number from the receptionist - he was a world champion - no one would say no to him, even if it was a breach of privacy. You actually found his tenacity extremely hot, that and the way he stood blocking the exit with fire in his eyes.

“Mate, move out of the way,” Lewis said as he shifted you into Charles’ arms, though your legs were no longer trembling.

Max ignored them all and held your stare. “What’s my number, babygirl?”

You shook your head to try and clear the haze that your orgasm and the champagne had brought upon you but it didn’t work and you asked him confused, “What?”

“What. Is. My. Race. Number?” he asked, taking a step closer with each enunciation.

“One?”

“Good girl, that’s correct.” Max smirked as he came to a stop in front of Lewis and looked at you over his shoulder. “I think that means I won.”

“That’s bullshit, you DNF’d get over it,” Charles stated, knowing well enough the pain of missing out on a night with you because he crashed out earlier in the season.

“Wait,” you said, stepping between the four of them. “What if he’s right? What if the reigning champ can have me whenever they choose, off-track too?” You circled around the group seeing them contemplating it. “After today's race standings you all have a shot at winning the championship.”

“Hang on,” Max interrupted but you held up a finger to your lips to silence him.

“My body, my rules. So, what d’ya say boys?”

Lewis, Carlos and Charles looked at each other for a moment before Lewis’ lips parted in a grin. “I’m up for the challenge.”

“Did you not see how fucking messy it was out there today?” Max asked, stunned by the turn of events.

“Fuck it, I’m in,” Carlos chuckled before looking at his team mate.

“Max is right, it’s going to be an expensive season for repairs,” Charles said with a shake of his head before locking eyes with you and starting to smile, “but it’s not my money. I’m in.”

You walked out of the elevator, patting Max’s hard chest as you passed by. “This is what you wanted, big guy. Now, are you coming, or do you want to brood in the hallway all night?”

It was no surprise that he came, and came, and came again.

All of the men were athletes and the stamina showed when they were ready to go round after round. You were an overstimulated mess when you collapsed on the sofa, a sheen of sweat coating your skin. You could barely think with your head on cloud nine and their cum leaking down your legs.

“Our little cum slut is cock drunk,” Max teased as he took a seat beside you and pulled your head onto his lap. “You have another round in you, don’t you, babygirl?”

The sofa shifted as Carlos sat down at the other end, his strong hands starting to massage your feet. “Let her rest for a minute.”

“Just because you have nothing left,” Max scoffed and turned your head to him. His thumb traced your swollen lips with a smirk before parting your mouth. “Some of us can go all night. Right, Hamilton?”

Lewis barely lifted his head up from where he lay sprawled across the carpet, his chest rising and falling fast as he caught his breath. He had absolutely ruined you with the fast pace he had set while he knelt behind you and fucked you until you couldn’t hold yourself up any longer. Charles had been there to keep you up on your hands and knees with a fist full of your hair, right before he filled your mouth with his cock to silence the screams of pleasure.

All Lewis could do was raise his thumb in response as Charles returned to the living room with an armful of water bottles from the minibar. He tossed one to each of the guys before kneeling beside your head and cracking the lid of another and raising it to your lips. The cool liquid quickly soothed your dry throat and chased away some of the exhaustion that had settled into your relaxed muscles.

“Better, hermosa?” Carlos asked as his massage crept higher up your legs.

“Mhmm,” you sighed contentedly, letting your knees part for him. The temperature in the room rose rapidly and even Lewis found the strength to rise from the ground to drink in the sight. You might as well have just hung an open for business sign out and you chuckled at the hungry looks they shared. “Much better.”

Click here for part three.

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jaeeyaaasworld · 1 month

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Brother's Best Friend - MS47

Featuring: Mick Schumacher x Reader

Warnings: mentions of an awful date, Mick is really a sweetheart and a desperate mess, a bit smutty at the end to MDNI

Requested: Yes/No

"are you really going on a date with him?"

Esteban, your brother asks you, as you're sitting across from him and his best friend Mick.

"I mean- yeah, why would I not? he seems gentle"

you say, shrugging your shoulders as you placed a piece of tangerine, that Mick peeled for you, in your mouth.

"gentle doesn't mean that he's for sure not a predator"

Esteban remarked, making Mick snort and you sigh.

"come on, Estie. if I don't put myself out there I won't have any friends apart from you two"

you said, taking another piece of tangerine in your mouth as Mick gasped.

"what's wrong with us?"

he asked offended, making you chuckle.

"you have your own group of friends and some of them still treat me like a child, I hate it"

Mick and Esteban exchanged a look and shrugged, getting back to the conversation that they were having before regarding Mick's new motorcycle.

time skip

you should have listened to your brother.

this guy was a freak, within the first few minutes of the date you already wanted to leave and never look back again.

he was talking all about himself and the way he was an amazing guy and how all his exes are still in love with him, his ego obviously too big for his own stature.

as soon as you could you ran to the bathroom, closing the door behind you and hurriedly taking your phone out to dial Esteban's number.

"come on, pick up pick up"

you whispered under your breath, praying for your brother to pick up quickly.

your brother though, didn't seem to pay much attention to his phone.

so your only hope was one guy: Mick Schumacher.

you pressed his name in your contacts, not really expecting him to pick up any time soon, knowing that probably he was hanging out with some of his friends right now.

but to your surprise, Mick picked up really quickly,

"hey, sweetheart. is something wrong?"

he asks immediately, knowing that you were actually supposed to be on your date, which made him worry a lot more then he himself expected.

the voices in the background of his part of the phone call made you stop; he was really with his friends.

"oh, you're busy right now? o-okay, I can try calling Esteb-"

"no no, tell me, sweetheart. I'm all yours, what do you need?"

he interrupted you, as you heard a door closing from his side of the call.

"alright, you were right, he is a freak. can you come pick me up?"

you asked softly, despising the fact that you were actually saying that he and your brother were right.

"for sure, give me the address of the restaurant and in five minutes I'll be there"

he says, hanging up quickly to get on his helmet and place his spare one on his elbow, speed walking towards his motorcycle in his friend's driveway, while his phone dinged with your message with the address of the restaurant you were in.

while he was getting out of his parking spot, you took in a big breath and got out of the bathroom, knowing that it was just a matter of time since Mick was here to pick you up.

you sat back down on your seat, a fake smile on your face to not make it look like you were trying to run away as quick as possible.

time skip

fifteen minutes have passed since your call with Mick happened and you were waiting for him for arrive any minute.

you really hoped that he didn't make a big scene with the guy because of his public figure and for your own embarrassment.

the guy kept talking about how he got a promotion the other day at work and you kept nodding mindlessly while throwing glances at the restaurant doors.

before he could finish what he was saying a man wearing an helmet and with another helmet in his hand walked in through the restaurant doors, his head going left and right to search for someone through the tables.

you quickly recognized Mick physique and the familiar helmet as he finally found you on the far right table, he pulled up the helmet visor and did a bee line through the tables to get to your table.

he gave you the spare helmet that was in his hand and nodded his head towards the door.

"let's go"

his voice was a bit muffled from the big helmet around his head but you could understand perfectly what he wanted.

you got up to follow him out, but your date got up with you and took your wrist to keep you with him.

"are you gonna go with him? you don't even-"

he couldn't finish his sentence as Mick walked towards him, narrowed eyes only a few inches away from the man's face, making him let go immediately.

Mick didn't even need to say anything to him to make him let go, taking your hand in his and gently guiding you outside of the restaurant and towards his bike.

he placed his spare helmet on your head, pushing it down and closing the strap under the helmet for you.

Mick quickly got on the motorcycle, giving you his hand to help you get on the bike behind him.

as soon as you got on, he turned the bike on and started riding the bike out of the restaurant parking lot and towards his house.

he wasn't gonna leave you alone after another bad date, he knew how you felt guilty everytime something went bad and him or Esteban had to come rescue you from the shitty situation you got yourself in.

he stopped at the red light right before his house, he straighted his back, his arms stretching to reach your exposed legs to rub them up and down.

his hands could feel the goosebumps on your skin from the cold breeze that was hitting your skin on the motorcycle.

what he didn't know was that part of that goosebumps on your skin were caused by his hands on your bare legs, how his fingertips felt on your skin and how his big hand could circle your whole leg easily.

but soon the light turned green, making his hands leave your skin to get back to riding with both his hands.

he parked the motorcycle inside his garage, giving you his hand again to help you get off his bike this time, getting off right after you.

you took off his spare helmet, looking at him apologetically as he got out of his own helmet.

"I'm so sorry"

you start.

"I know, I keep doing this and I probably should just suck it up for one night and let you guys be-"

Mick stopped you before you could get too deep into your thoughs, placing an hand up and making you shut up immediately.

"let's get inside first, then you can say all the bullshit you want"

he said, his harshness almost shocking you, as he gestured for you to walk up the stairs that took you into his house.

you walked up the stairs in front of him, walking into his house and getting into the kitchen to place his spare helmet on one of the stools that circled the island in his kitchen.

he got in and sighed while placing his helmet and his protective jacket on the couch, turning towards you and placing his hands on his hips as soon as he was done throwing his stuff on the couch.

"illuminate me, what were you saying?"

you gulped as he looked at you with that intimidating stare of his that you really hoped you never saw directed at you.

"I was saying... I really should suck it up for one night and let you guys be, I'm sure you were with your friends and I disturbed you and I'm sure Esteban is with his girlfriend and I called him out of the blue and-"

you started overthinking, gesturing around with your hands and stuttering sometimes, but Mick interrupted you.

"you know, Y/n... you're right, I was with my friends. but as soon as I got your call I ditched everyone and ran to you"

he started walking towards you, getting so close that you could feel his breath on your face and the smell of his cologne was as strong as ever.

"you know what that means?"

he asked, caging you with his arms on either side of your waist, both hands resting on the island behind you.

"what does that mean?"

you ask, big eyes staring up at him, he felt like he couldn't resist any longer, he couldn't keep it in himself any longer, he felt like if he didn't touch you in the next five seconds he would die.

but he tried to keep his hands to himself, couldn't risk to get the most precious girl on the planet get uncomfortable because of him.

"that I'm so whipped for you. so whipped that I would leave the most important meeting of my whole career if it meant saving you from a freak and having you safe at home by my side, so whipped that I would ditch any woman on the planet to be with you any second of my life"

he started whispering, his hands finally making contact with your waist, rubbing your waist softly over the cute blouse that you put on for that freak you were going on a date with.

"I knew I was done for the moment you walked into my life with that little smile of yours and those sweet hands that love to rub my shoulders whenever I am sitting on a chair, I wanted to learn everything about you and I finally did it. I know everything you like, everything you dislike. Y/n, I know everything"

Mick continued, his arms getting you up to sit on the island of his kitchen, his body placing between your thighs as his hands placed themselves on the bare skin of your thighs.

"apart from your sexual likings, obviously, but I promise I'm a fast learned. I would do anything you ask me to, destroy anything that annoys you. I would set the world on fire just for you"

he said, one hand rubbing from your thigh to your jaw and the other rubbed over your leg, reaching right before your knee to pull you in towards his body.

"why can't you see it, Y/n? I could be perfect for you"

Mick finished, his lips ghosting on yours, almost touching.

but Mick took your silence as a 'no', as he was preparing himself mentally to put space between you two and probably not feel any of your skin on his anymore.

what he didn't expect was you pulling him in by his collar, smashing your lips with his in an heated kiss.

his hands started roaming your body before he could even think about what was happening and you were already pulling his body as close as possible to yours.

one of your hands was on his chest while the other was in his hair, messing them up so good that he didn't want to fix them ever again, as if he found his favorite hairstyle.

you didn't waste time as you hopped off the kitchen island to slowly push him towards his couch, your lips never leaving one another.

you pushed him to sit on the couch as you pulled your blouse off, leaving you in your skirt and lace bra.

his mouth opened in disbelief, his bulge pretty evident in his jeans.

"I'm so desperate, you can't even imagine"

he whispered, not really to you, but more to himself.

"I can see it, no need to imagine"

you tease, getting closer to him, making his eyebrows furrow as he stared your body down.

"I want to worship you my who-"

he couldn't finish his sentence that his phone started ringing in the pocket of his jeans.

he got his phone out of his pocket and looked at the id, eyes widening slightly as he responded.

"hey, Esteban"

Mick greeted his best friend, trying to not sound like he was about to fuck with his sister.

"hey, have you heard from Y/n? she's at that date and she called me but I was with Flavy and I didn't hear her call"

he started panicking.

you got closer to Mick and got on his lap, your lips finding his neck as he tried to keep his voice steady on the call with your brother.

"uh- yeah, yeah. she's- uh, she's at my house. she's already asleep, she told me she was rea-really tired"

he lied through his teeth as he threw his head back to give you better access to his neck.

"oh- okay. well, I'm coming over tomorrow morning to pick her up-"

Esteban said, but got interrupted by Mick.

"no- I'll... I'll accompany her to your house, it's no problem"

he said, making Esteban frown.

"right... well, okay, have fun kiddos. oh- and make sure you use a condom"

Esteban teased with a chuckle.

"oh, fuck you"

Mick said with a laugh.

"my sister probably will"

Esteban joked, making Mick chuckle and hang up on him.

he turned to you as you looked down at him with a smile.

"where were we?"

Mick asked.

"oh- right, me worshipping you my whole life"

he said, placing his hands on your arms to flip you around on the couch and placing himself between your thighs.

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heliads · 8 months

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i've got my money on things going badly

Lance Stroll should be delighted to watch his sister get married, but the only heart he's thinking about is his own. The one Fernando Alonso broke.

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To Lance, weddings are a kind of performance art. He’s gotten somewhat good at them ever since he was younger, when the Strolls were invited to everything. His father would get caught up in knots of expensive men wearing expensive suits, lost in business talks for hours, but Lance could slip away the second someone blinked, go find his sister disguised in a coat closet somewhere and talk about Pokémon or cable TV or something little kids like best.

Now his sister is the one getting married, and, enfolded into someone else’s party of groomsmen, Lance has absolutely no chance of hiding, excessively large coat closets of the elite be damned. He likes Scotty, really he does, even went to the trouble of presenting him to Chloe as a potential husband in the first place, but ceremonies are always long and Lance, as per usual, is tired of it.

He should be good. He should like this. Weddings are wonderful ceremonies. You can appreciate them for the expensive decorations and myriad artistic decisions that go into them, if not the fact that they’re basically just one extended celebration dedicated to the love of your close friends and family.

Lance is here for his sister and her future happiness with her recently declared husband. This should be an excellent day, and it has been, along with the rest of the wedding festivities that have been going on for ages, but now that the sun has set and he’s still here, starch-stiff in his dress suit, wishing he could go but knowing he can’t.

It’s not even the wedding’s fault, really, it’s just that Lance can’t stand spending so long thinking about the bliss of someone else’s love when he’s just lost one of his own. His sister is twirling in a white dress, a woman who hasn’t stopped smiling in hours, and Lance is standing in the shadows of this rosy glory with just one name on his mind.

Fernando Alonso.

It’s foolish, what this has done to him. Lance waved goodbye to Seb last year and told himself that he could look forward to another good relationship with another world championship teammate. Fernando would be challenging but rewarding as another Aston Martin driver, or so the motorsport gossip pages had told him.

What no one counted on was just how Fernando would make Lance feel. Not even Lance can do a good job of that, not really. There are no words in English or Spanish or even half-and-half lighthearted Spanglish that can sum up how Lance’s ribs ache like they’ve been bruised from sentences alone.

He had not meant to love Fernando; hell, he wasn’t even sure he did until the abrupt ending, but now Lance is choking on the words he never got to say and wondering how he’s meant to pick up the pieces of a heart that was only ever Fernando’s to break. Lance was supposed to stay professional, and he didn’t, and now he’s the one suffering for it. So it goes.

It didn’t take much, actually. Four months to fall. One month to break. Now he’s standing alone in the corner of his sister’s wedding, hoping for an escape that doesn’t seem willing to come his way. He’d been stupid, thought he could take too much, but is that really his fault for trying? All his life, he’s been told that he could be anything, do anything, have anything, and now he’s found that limit and it hurts like hell.

It’s not like anyone told him that the meter on Stroll luck and expectation would fall short when it came to one Spanish two time world championship winner. Well, that’s not true. Esteban had tried. Lance had not listened. He cannot even say for sure that he should have, because Lance had been very happy up until the point when he wasn’t.

It almost makes sense that the whole affair was conducted over such a short period of time. Lance is impatient, he likes doing things fast. It’s why he was able to become a Formula One driver. It’s why he set his sights on the man most likely to break his heart and cut the brakes before either of them could back out of it.

And it was just. Fuck. Hands on shoulders on the backs of necks on waists. How Fernando kept whispering in his ear, so close he could feel the other man’s breath hot on his neck, even though/just because it made Lance h— they were on camera the whole time. It didn’t matter. They wanted what they wanted and they got it, too.

Or, Lance had thought they had got what they wanted, and then he had dared to ask for a label for the unspoken thing he was sure both of them felt, and everything was lost for good. It was the end of the Miami race weekend, and Fernando was drunk on the glory of another podium, happy enough that Lance felt certain that he could have the conversation he wanted without it going sour.

They had been hanging around one of their driver’s rooms– which one, Lance can never tell, they kept swapping door to door until even the labeled placards felt like a joke of hospitality’s courtesy. Sprawled out on a couch, so close that Lance couldn’t stop staring at how their legs kept touching whenever he breathed too hard, he’d felt absolutely crazy with the knowledge that this was his.

Too much of a good thing can make you foolish, convince you that things will be that good forever. Lance had laughed to himself, then turned to Fernando with a grin. “We’ll still be like this next season, right?”

Fernando had given him this look as if he were being intentionally difficult. “Yes, Lance. My contract will not expire for another season. I will be on the grid.”

Lance had shaken his head. “No, duh, I mean like, hanging out like we are now. You know, like us.”

Lance doubts he could have packed more meaning into that one syllable if he tried. He’s heard Fernando refer to the unbreakable us before too many times to count, like when they’re coming back from a bar late and Fernando, eyes dark and heavy, promised him they’d have fun like that again, just us. Or, scoffing at the other driver lineups– they’re not us, you know. They don’t get along as well. One hand on Lance’s shoulder, fingers digging into muscle, the others could never get along as well.

Fernando had cocked his head to the side, curious. “What do you mean? We’re teammates.”

Lance had rolled his eyes. “Yeah, obviously, but like, there’s more. You know that.”

The space between them went silent. He should have taken that as his first warning sign if nothing else. Fernando had cleared his throat carefully and said, “What else would there be?”

Lance can still imagine the cold feeling that had descended upon him, spreading from the back of his throat like ink. What else would there be? It was impossible that he could have misread every single signal, every touch, every unspoken word. Unless, of course, the hidden meaning he dedicated so much time to channeling had never been there at all.

Lance had waved his hand vaguely. “But we were– you know, we did. Things.”

Fernando’s expression was impossible to read. “Did we?”

It was condescending and pitying and Lance hated it, all of it. He felt like a boy again, small enough to watch his voice disappear into the stillness of an uncaring room. He’d shot up from the couch, pushing out the door and away before anything else could happen. If anything had happened at all, or if it would, that is. Apparently, Lance has made a habit of picturing things that didn’t fucking exist.

Now he’s left spiraling like he survived a bad breakup, but you can’t have a breakup if there was never so much as a spark in the first place. It’s impossible that Fernando could have missed it all. Impossible, that Lance could have simply invented it. He knows what he felt, he knows what Fernando did, but none of it was worthy of a single word of acknowledgement from the other half of two seemingly perfect parts.

He wants to scream and throw up and put his phone down for longer than ten minutes at a time. There are many, many things that Lance had wanted to tell Fernando, and it’s only now starting to occur to him that he’ll never get the chance. I wanted to transform. For you. I wanted to be good. You made me want to be better.

It’s foolish for him to be thinking of things like this. Lance is a young man. He’s got time for his heart to grow up and even out. Maybe in a decade or less, he’ll meet some perfectly nice young woman, someone his father would approve of, someone with country club connections that won’t rival his own (who can) but could at least keep up with the game. They’d have a manicured front lawn and two docile children, including a son to keep up the Stroll legacy. It would be normal, it would not break his heart like this. It would be very dependable.

Lance doesn’t want dependable, though, he knows it as he thinks it. He wants wild, unpredictable, insane things like falling in love with your teammate and letting him convince you that he’d settle down for you. Lance wants to be the reason someone so used to choosing themselves chooses you instead. He wants Fernando, and he wants no one else.

This is a difficult thing to think about at a wedding. Across the crowded event hall, he can see his sister, happy and secure in the knowledge that her husband is hers, legally and emotionally. There are scores of couples smiling up at each other, content that their love is theirs and no one else’s.

Lance stands alone, tapping his foot to the beat so he doesn’t look like a complete loser. Every time someone looks over at him, he wants to shout that he’s fine, actually, this is fine, he doesn’t need someone the way that everyone else seems to, but they glance away again before he can properly vocalize this.

The DJ spins another song, the beat drops and the dance floor shakes appropriately from a hundred stomping feet, and just when Lance is certain that he wants to give up and really tries in earnest to look for somewhere to go, the crowd parts and Lance sees him.

Fernando. Here. Impossible. Yet that’s still a glint of hickory eyes he’d know anywhere, even distorted by swimming shades of party lights. Lance feels physically immobile as the man who cannot possibly be his teammate skirts couples and friend groups, and then they’re standing in front of each other and even though this cannot be, it is, and this is the first time Lance has seen him since the argument.

Lance stares at Fernando, jaw dropped comically. He has the harebrained thought that he’s glad the only camera nearby is the one in the hands of Chloe’s Vogue-ordered photographer; if this was the paddock, he’d probably end up as yet another stupid reaction image, giffed into oblivion until not even Lance can recognize his face when he sees it again.

If this was the paddock, seeing Fernando wouldn’t be such a surprise. If this was the paddock, Lance would not feel the absurd urge to run, because Fernando would already be gone, separated by an impenetrable wall of PR officers and personal trainers and anyone else he could shove in between the two of them.

Instead, they’re in one of the rare quiet patches in the wedding reception hall, and Lance is watching Fernando watch him, and slowly, deliberately, Lance forces his mouth to shut enough to ask, “How did you get in here?”

Fernando chuckles, teeth flashing in the uneven lighting of the dark hall. Lance has taken to ranking his teammate’s grins on a sliding scale from closed lips to a shark’s predatory display. This one is somewhere in the middle, hovering between quiet and pleased. Maybe even real.

“I bribed Daniel to get me past the door,” he says.

Lance casts an outraged look across the dancefloor until he catches the Australian attempting to foxtrot with Scotty. They should both be at least passable at it, but both men keep trying to lead, then follow, then lead again, endless cycles of not-quite-right.

Daniel somehow feels Lance looking– twitchy, isn’t he, has been all day– catches sight of Fernando standing in front of him, and grins apologetically. Bastard. If Lance gets him for grid Secret Santa, if Daniel manages to make it back onto the grid before December, he’ll have to actually try this time. Lance might owe him big for this.

The DJ starts a new number, cueing flashing lights that cascade from the blinding storm on the dance floor to faint rays out here where the two of them linger in the shadows, occasional flashlight beams sent out to catch them.

Lance swallows hard, watches the LEDs dye Fernando’s hair with undertones of Renault yellow, Ferrari red, Aston Martin green. If he were in the mood to be honest, Lance would admit that he’s been looking at Fernando for a while, actually. Not just since Fernando joined his team, before that, too. Long before they were teammates, when Lance first started racing in Formula One and he was eighteen and Fernando was thirty-five, a fact that makes him shiver down to his toes every time he thinks of it, which is– more often than it should be, for certain.

Now that the issue has been solved of how Fernando managed to get past the security guards Chloe swore were unnecessary and Lawrence swore he wouldn’t hire, plus the overeager wedding planners and racing fans stuck outside the gates with iPhone cameras, Lance pivots to a new question, one far more important.

“Why are you here?” Lance asks cautiously.

He knows what he wants to hear, of course, but he can’t let himself get his hopes up just for them to be dashed yet again. This is not his wedding, of course. Fernando could be here to corner some Aston Martin engineers or strategists if they won’t return his midnight calls. He could even be here for Danny, which would explain why the Australian went to the trouble of letting him in, and he’s just stopping by Lance because he got caught while trying to get drinks.

That thought makes Lance’s stomach twist in angry knots, and he’s only calmed from saying or doing something rash by Fernando’s following words, quiet in the dark but full of a lasting power.

“For you, Lance,” he says, “I came for you.”

God. Lance has spent the whole day witnessing lavish displays of affection, but for some reason it is seven simple words that makes him come undone. He stands there, stock still, and Fernando asks hesitantly, “Is that okay?”

It reminds Lance of how it had been before everything went south, when they were both dancing around a truth both ugly and glorious, that teammates do not stare like they did, that coworkers should not use getting drunk at an Aston Martin post-race celebration party as an excuse to keep their hands on each other, that Fernando didn’t keep interrupting Lance’s interviews to place his hands on Lance’s shoulders and whisper in his ear that he was Fernando’s hero just to get Lance to react like he always did. Not something he was supposed to do on camera, but neither of them could stop.

It is like the very beginning. Fernando, infiltrating Lance’s garage to lean down over the edge of the halo of Lance’s test drive and grip his gloved hands. How’s the car? Fernando, stopping by Lance’s driver’s room to hug him around the shoulders, cold and damp from the champagne that was still soaked through his race suit. I saw you out there. It was good, no? We are good? Fernando, with his hand on Lance’s leg when they’re supposed to be paying attention in a dry and stilted meeting with no one’s eyes on them for once. Can I? Is it alright?

Lance never said no. Even when his breath caught in his throat. Even when he knew he was just sinking further into a pit he would never be able to escape. The falling was the best part, anyway.

“Fine,” he says at last, “Dance with me, then. If you want to talk, we dance. I’m sick of being a wallflower anyway.”

He raises an eyebrow impetuously, daring Fernando to make the next move. If Fernando’s actually serious about being here for Lance, he won’t mind this. He won’t mind the chance that someone could see them together and start to speculate. If Lance is anything other than a backroom missed connection, they should be able to dance without worrying.

Fernando nods once, accepting his challenge. He places one hand on Lance’s waist, the other on his waiting hand. His grip is strong, but not agonizing. Just a reminder that Lance will not be able to leave easily, not unless Fernando is satisfied that the situation has been handled as he planned.

Here, locked in the vise of another man’s arms, Lance thinks about how deeply he’s let himself get enthralled in Fernando’s way of doing things. He likes pretending that he’s the one in control, that Fernando is here to win him over, but the second Fernando’s hands are on him, Lance cedes that last bit of power over to him. Fernando does it easily, like a habit. It probably is.

Esteban warned him about this, after all, how easy it is to get sucked in. Lance, however, does not mind Fernando’s trap in the slightest. The rabbit must learn to love the snare. The bird likes its cage when the gilded bars keep it safe.

“I was thinking,” Fernando begins.

“Always a good start,” Lance quips.

The hand on Lance’s waist tightens momentarily, a warning. Lance kind of wants to mouth off some more to see what the resulting action would be.

“I was thinking,” Fernando repeats, “that I may have gotten something wrong. I did not want to rush you, Lance. We have a lot of time. Being hasty can cost you.”

Unwillingly, Lance’s mind flashes to driver’s meetings, planning sessions with his engineer. Being a driver is knowing the difference between when to push and when to plan. Fernando may have spent a lot of time guarding his pace, but Lance gets the feeling he’s finally ready to go for the trophy, the fastest lap. To sprint and never look back.

“I don’t want you as just a teammate,” Fernando continues. “I had not realized you thought we were past that. It would have sped things along, I think, if I had.”

“I thought we had plenty of time,” Lance comments.

“We do,” Fernando says smoothly. “But that does not mean I want to push this off any more if I don’t have to.”

“This?” Lance asks, feeling like he’s parodying that fateful conversation from so long ago, “And what’s this?”

Fernando meets his gaze coolly, calmly, and then he smiles and changes everything. Night brown eyes go caramel. “We have something better than anyone else, Lance. I do not want to lose it.”

There’s a sharp, triumphant streak in those words. Fernando Alonso has always been on a different level from everyone else. Hearing that he considers Lance on that distinct pedestal as well– it makes Lance lean into his touch a little more, and the last of his guard drops away.

“Why’d you tell me differently earlier, then?” He can’t help but ask. “You could have said you wanted me then.”

Fernando sighs, looks away. “I didn’t know I wanted it then. I didn’t count on how it would feel to lose you. I know now. I don’t want to feel it again.”

Across the room, they’re starting to cheer and shout from the center of the dance floor. It takes Lance a few moments to realize that the applause isn’t for the two of them but for the newlyweds, Chloe and Scotty, who are leading the group in an exuberant rendition of I Wanna Dance with Somebody. Lance thinks that it wouldn’t be entirely unfounded for the cheering to be for him, though. He feels like celebrating now.

And, when he looks back, Fernando’s lips are on his. Lance stumbles a little, and Fernando’s hand slides up his spine to catch him before he loses balance. It’s easy. It’s victorious. Lance never wants to let him go.

Fernando’s breath is hot against his throat, sending Lance into a feverish spiral. “I’ll see you in Monaco,” he whispers, and then he’s pulling away.

Lance watches him leave, but for once, it’s not a sad feeling. Instead, the emotion currently crashing through Lance’s bones is more one of anticipation. This is not the end, just the beginning. Fernando turns once, smiling at him before disappearing in a crush of people. Lance’s chest feels cold where Fernando’s hands had once been, but his heart’s racing enough to make up for the lost heat.

A voice by his shoulder; his sister, who has somehow fought her way through the crowd of well-wishers to find him. “Was that your teammate?” She asks, frowning.

Lance gazes softly at the place that had once been his. “Yeah, it was.”

Chloe tilts her head to the side with a frown, considering this. “Is something going on there?”

“Yes,” Lance answers her. Chloe looks like she wants far more of a response than just that, but Lance just laughs and helps her back to the dance floor. He will have plenty more days to explain it to her. After all, Fernando was right. They do have plenty of time.

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FORMULA 1 MASTERLIST

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loved us more

a/n: this is it, the second instalment to "heartbreak anniversary"! some warnings may include - mentions of anthione hubert, flowers, grieving; its a sad/angry piece :") don't hate me!!!

masterlist | heartbreak anniversary

i miss you too.

he read the words again and again. pierre remembers the feeling of waking up to that text from you, the slither of hope that he felt extinguished all the pain in his chest. he remembers picking up his phone to call you, and it rings once before going straight to voicemail.

"hi, you've reached my voicemail! i'm probably taking a nap so... i'll call you back?"

that was a month ago.

now he was here, in spa, the last stop of the triple header this year. he walks into the red bull hospitality building, greeting the team members as he passes them. valencia spots him first, and she makes a beeline towards the frenchman.

"i've got your flowers, they're in the room."

"grazie," pierre thanks her, making his way up to his drivers room. when he opens the door, the first thing he spots is the bouquet laying on the table - brown paper encasing the white and pink chrysanthemums. his heart drops, knowing that the triple thread twine holding the flowers together was your signature.

"mon ange, we could really just go to a florist for this." pierre tells you as he watches from behind.

"tonio would appreciate this." you say, placing the flowers gently on top of each other.

you had the privilege of meeting anthione when you first started dating pierre, and you immediately hit it off with his childhood friend. the three of you had grown close over the course of a couple of months, and the accident had hit you and pierre equally hard. it was the first year without him, the first race back in spa, and you wanted to make something special for him; and you know flowers were the only way to show your love for the boy now.

pierre continues to watch as you arrange the flowers with care, wrapping them in brown paper, cutting up the three strands of twine to finish the bouquet. you put it in a jug of water to keep the flowers fresh, taking a step back to admire it.

pierre hugs you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. he sighs softly, "yeah, he would."

his fingers touch the flowers gently, and pierre is almost sure that you were the one who put this together. but were you really here, in spa? he shakes the thought out of his head, he knows he can't be hanging on to that slither of hope this weekend. after the last two races that he underperformed in, he needed to focus.

there's a soft knock on the door just as pierre picks up the bouquet, and pyry sticks his head in the room.

"time for the track walk." pierre nods.

his friend looks at him sympathetically after recognising the bouquet. he holds the door open for him and pierre walks out, holding the bunch of flowers in his hand.

he walks quietly with the team, bouquet in one hand as they make their way down to the garage. he was clutching on to the stalks of flowers so tightly, trying his best to push all thoughts behind as he made his way down to the track. but he couldn't help it, he scanned the garage, the places you would usually stand while waiting for him; and you were no where to be found.

its as if suddenly pierre realised that you were really not there anymore.

his team decides to do the track walk on foot, and they make their way down - chatting about the previous race and following up with the new one. they come up right before eau rouge, and whatever strategy spoken before that long forgotten when pierre sees a silhouette he's all too familiar with, walking next to a tall frame that he knew was esteban.

"so coming right up here there aren't too many changes, just a couple-"

"sorry hang on-" pierre jogs forward but doesn't get too close as they arrive at the top of eau rouge. he watches from a distance as the girl in the blue dress squats down to place the flowers on the ground.

pink and white chrysanthemums.

"y/n?" pierre almost did not want to call out your name, in fear that he was just seeing things, hoping things. but the silhouette turns at the sound of his voice, and it was indeed you.

he jogs up the rest of the distance between the both of you, and there's a gentle smile on your face.

"hi there," you say softly. pierre doesn't speak, but he just watches you, his eyes fixated on yours. esteban looks between you and him, and he wants to say something, but decided against it, letting the pair take in the moment.

pierre scoffs, "hi? after all this time all you can manage is hi?"

esteban's eyes widen, and so do yours. you take a step back from him, eyeing the man up and down. esteban steps closer to you but you turn to him, letting him know it was okay.

"tu me manques aussi. i miss you too. you forgot about that?" he says flatly, completely ignoring the stares he's getting. you sigh, breaking eye contact with him as your eyes trail to some of the flowers that were already laid on the ground.

"let me talk to tonio first, we can talk about that later." you say, pushing past him as you knelt on the ground. and it's suddenly when pierre remembers that he's here to pay respects to anthione, so he steps back, knowing the importance of this moment to you. he laid his bouquet down, and he steps back before walking off. you look at both bouquets - almost identical to one another, and tears start to form in your eyes.

"grazie mille, y/n. i know this was very last minute. the boy didn't even tell me he hadn't gotten flowers until yesterday." valenica hugs you, holding the bouquet you just handed to her.

you knew in the moment that pierre would recognise your work immediately, but you still handed it to her, "its no big deal. least i could do after all these years."

esteban squeezes your shoulder, "i'm going to wait up front, join us when you're ready."

you nod, turning your attention back to the flowers.

"hi tonio," you sigh, bowing your head, "you've got two bouquets this year, lucky you huh?"

you laugh humourlessly, "i know, i know, if you were here, you would've nagged my ear off already. but i had to let him go, and i think you would've agreed with me," you run your fingers along the petals of the flowers, "hopefully."

"you know, there was a part of me that thought i could work it out. there was a small part of my heart that wanted to crawl back to him, to tell him i love him, that i forgive everything he did. but there's another part - a bigger part of me that knows i could never forget it." you sigh again, blowing a kiss to the flowers, "i love you and miss you tonio."

you stood up from the ground, joining esteban as you both made your way back to the pitlane. he shows you one of his tiktoks that he just curated while waiting, and you couldn't help but giggle. pierre hears your laughter fill the air first, before spotting you as you walked into the pits. he makes his way towards you, and your heart sinks.

"i'll see you later. call me if you need me." esteban whispers in your ear. when esteban leaves, pierre comes closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours.

"come to my room." he said in a low voice.

you tug at the lanyard around your neck, "i'm with alpine this weekend."

"then i'll come to yours." he said nonchalantly.

"arrête ça s'il te plait." stop this, please

"alors ne dis pas des choses que tu ne penses pas" then don't say things you don't mean.

"comment savez-vous que je ne le pensais pas?" how do you know i didn't mean it? you clap back, folding your arms in front of your chest. there's a pause, and you take it as your cue to walk off, but you hear him shout from behind,

"est-ce que tu m'aimes encore?" do you still love me?

you spin around, walking towards him furiously. he looks at you, his eyes empty and void of any more emotion. but the attention that you've gathered from the multiple teams around you made your blood boil.

you poke his chest, speaking through gritted teeth, "you don't get to say that when you're the one who cheated on me."

"but you miss me, no?"

you scoff, pulling him into the alpha tauri garage, away from prying eyes.

"yes pierre, i miss you. is that what you want to hear? is that what will make you happy?" you pretty much exploded in front of his team, but you couldn't care less. pierre is still staring at you and he wants to say something, but a person emerges in the corner of your eye, and for a moment you couldn't believe it.

the same fucking brunette.

you snap your head in her direction, and she's like a deer caught in headlights. pierre turns in the same direction, and the look in his eyes changes - was it fear? or disappointment? you couldn't really tell. but you knew you had to leave. you turn to him, for the last time.

"don't- don't fucking call me, text me or even attempt to talk to me anymore, pierre gasly."

"s'il te plait, mon ange." please, my angel. he grabs on to your arm, pulling you towards him. you try to squirm out of it, but he wouldn't let go.

"s'il te plait? you brought her here, mon amour. after all that we went through, it only took you three weeks before you brought a new girl to a race. and it's her, pierre. i know it's her."

"i- i couldn't- you didn't pick up the phone so-"

"so you brought her here? to the one race you know was of importance to the both of us? you ruined us, pierre. with your own bare hands, you ruined us. the poor girl didn't even do anything wrong and now you're parading her around like some arm candy, something to fill the void in your heart." every word you said was laced with venom, used as ammunition against the person you still loved.

"when did we get so bad pierre? what happened to us?"

pierre looks down on the floor, "i'm sorry, mon ange."

you sigh, knowing that going on isn't going to bring either of you anywhere.

"yeah pierre, i'm sorry too." your eyes meet the brunette's as you speak to pierre for the last time,

"i hope you treat her better, because god knows she deserves more than you ever gave me."

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rosyjuly · 10 months

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I. After Esteban has sent the pictures to the groupchat Gina made months ago, they have to wait hours until she finally wakes up. Finally, Gina texts back a string of crying laughing emojis and then, Did you steal Mom’s hat?????, which is just plain rude. It makes Este laugh like a hyena, though, and he bullies Mick into FaceTiming her. Gina, soft faced in the early hours in Texas, laughs until she cries.

II. “Did you bring anything that doesn’t match?” Lance asks in his usual drawl when he FaceTimes them. He’s half propped up. The scowl is visible even behind his sunglasses.

“Man, it’s warm here, of course we’re wearing white–”

“Save it, Mick,” Lance says, probably rolling his eyes as he pops a grape into his mouth. “You look like you’re on a bloody honeymoon.”

Este takes the phone from him, says, “Well, next time come with us, then, instead of bailing last minute–”

“I wanted to spend time with my sister–”

“Who’s actually on her honeymoon–”

III. Este’s mother calls when they’re having lunch. Mick eats his grilled octopus, only half listening to the rapid French conversation. The table next to them is sharing a huge plate of calamari and fries. As he pushes away a piece of lettuce with his fork, Este is putting the phone down in the middle of the table, stuffing a huge bite of fish into his mouth.

“Um, hi,” Mick says, swallowing his salad.

“Mick, sweetie,” Esteban’s mom says, kind as always, “you really should get lunch with us in Austria.”

Sorry, Este mouthes at him, still chewing his food. Mick only shakes his head with a smile; it’s not like spending time with them is a hardship.

IV. They’re out on the sea when Pierre texts. Mick’s sitting on the edge of the boat, taking pictures when Esteban folds himself down next to him, phone clutched in his hand. It’s a voice message, because of course it is.

“A joint Instagram post,” Pierre is saying, grin evident in his voice. “Este, man, I can’t believe you’d do this to me. Yuki is going to kill me, are you kidding me?”

They call him once they’ve stopped laughing. Pierre picks it up after the first ring; he’s in the gym, doing his warm up.

“Well, it’s not my fault that you’re too lazy,” Este says in lieu of a greeting. Pierre laughs and tells him to fuck off. “Plan a little trip, Pierre, it’s not that difficult–”

“Sure, sure. Mick, can we use your boat?”

“What part of don’t be lazy did you not get?” Mick asks mildly, lifting his camera to take a picture of their feet, the blue of the sea glimmering beneath it.

“I hate both of you,” Pierre says, and then hangs up. A minute later he sends a selfie where he's flipping them off.

V. He rings Seb from the balcony once he and Este retreat to their own rooms. It feels a little ridiculous, given that Este clapped him on the shoulder and said he will go call his girlfriend, but– it’s fine. It’s just a call. Sebastian might be busy anyway.

He’s not. Mick makes him tell all about his new sailing team, the lessons he’s started to take. Some of Sebastian’s stories sound like straight out of a show he’d normally scoff at in disbelief, and yet he can’t be surprised that Seb got invited to attend at a brain surgery. There’s just something magnetic about him.

When Sebastian asks how he’s doing, he tells Seb about the little getaway they’re on, about the vintage drive, the jet skiing.

“Send me some pics,” Seb says.

Of course he hasn’t seen the ones Este posted already. Mick puts him on speaker – they don’t really do video, he’s not sure why – and sends a few in their Whatsapp thread. He hasn’t imported the photos from his camera yet, so these will have to do. Seb likes them just fine, anyhow, asking follow up questions that make Mick feel all warm in the stomach, until he gets to the last pic.

“Oh,” Seb says, clearing his throat. “I–. You two look very, ah, cute.”

Mick frowns. The photo is– well, it’s cute, probably? It’s just a selfie of Este and him out on the balcony after dinner, the sea stretching out endlessly behind them. But Sebastian sounds– weird.

“Thanks,” he says with a chuckle. “It’s nice here. We both needed to get away from everything, I guess.”

“Yeah,” Seb says. “I bet.” There’s a small pause. It’s definitely weird now, like Sebastian is fighting hard not to say something. But this isn’t a drivers’ meeting where he needs to stay quiet; it’s just the two of them. Then Seb finally says, very quickly, “Well, I’m happy you’re happy.”

“I, um– Thank you?” Mick blinks at the sudden change of topic. “I guess it’s coming along, you know, with the talks Sabine and I have been having–”

“No, yeah, that– that too, of course, but–” Sebastian clears his throat again. “I meant, just, you know– with Esteban.”

“With Este– you mean–?”

“Well, he’s a nice young man, and– well, I guess I knew you were close but– anyway. So. Any plans for the rest of your– trip?”

“We’re still trying to convince Lance to come down tomorrow,” Mick says, finally catching up with the implications, “since this was supposed to be a boy’s trip, you know, with him and Jack, actually…”

“Oh! Ohh,” Sebastian says. There’s something different in his voice. It sounds lighter, maybe. “So it’s not– you’re not–?”

“I– no. No, God. It’s like I’m on holiday with Gina, except we don’t have to fight over who sits where in the car,” Mick says, and then Seb’s finally laughing, and something sags in his chest in something akin to hope. He’ll ask Seb to come to Austria, maybe, or go see him after Silverstone, and maybe he could ask, this time, for real.

#this is so unserious and yet it's 1k lmao #time management? i don't know her #little fic #sebmick #the lad holiday #not even a 5 + 1 because i was too lazy to figure out who could be the fifth #but it's fine WE MOVE

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whorekneecentral · 2 years

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kinktober - day 29 - wax play // l.s18

Lance Stroll x Fem!Reader

Warnings: alcohol and the consumption of, a little mishap with a candle, lance and his besties together for his birthday, wax play, nipple play, penetrative sex, creampie.

Word Count: 1,447

Author’s Note: okay once again, sorry for the delay + this is sorta birthday centric cause it’s his birthday today lmao -- this might be nonsense I'm hopped up on tylenol and orajel lmao // also sorta proof read sorry :)

kinktober 2022 masterlist

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Lance stumbled into a drunken thought after his birthday party and the next day, he’s unable to get it out of his head.

“No, hold on.” You call, the lit candle in your hand. You were trying to get Esteban to move the napkins from near the cake before the candles caught on them.

“Do we have enough candles?” Elena asks, coming from the kitchen with another package.

“I think so,” Mick says, counting the candles on the cake.

Lance sat there patiently waiting for everyone to be done fussing so he could blow out the candles and cut his birthday cake. It was currently Sunday afternoon, after the race. Lance's birthday was on Saturday which was yesterday but because of qualifying, and the next day being race day, they weren't able to do anything together.

All of their flights were leaving Tuesday seeing that they have a week off to rest so tonight would be to party.

The Aston Martin crew had cut a cake for him Saturday before qualifying but he and his friends along with their girlfriends decided to celebrate together post race by cutting a cake and having a little party at an Airbnb in Mexico City.

It was Esteban and Elena as well as Mick and Justine, even Sebastian had popped in for a bit with Hanna before they head out for their reservations. The candle in your hand was lit and you had moved back to get something and you bumped into the chair, the candle dropped and the hot wax hit your thigh.

“Ow!” You rub your thigh, Lance looks over at you. “Are you okay?” He asks you and you nod, “I'm fine, just a little burn. Didn’t even hurt.”

“Are we ready?” Esteban asks, counting the candles; all 24 on the perfectly iced cake.

“One second,” you tell him, getting your phone before FaceTiming someone. You say hello to your sister in law, Chloe and her fiancé, Scotty. You flip the camera so they can see and then you'll begin to sing happy birthday.

Esteban and Mick lead the count, asking him how old he was until they got to 24.

Lance blows out his candles and he cuts the cake.You feed him a piece and then feed him one more on behalf of his sister.

Everyone sort of spreads out after that; Elena and Justine decide to stay inside because it’s sticky and hot out but the 3 boys are on the back desk, having a beer to unwind. You were in the kitchen cutting a piece of cake to give to Sebastian and Hanna, seeing that they had to go.

“Are you sure you can’t stay?” You ask, following them to the door.

“Maybe, we’ll stop by after dinner.” Hanna says with a smile. “No worries,” you return the smile, “you guys have fun. Oh! and try the dulce de leche cake, I hear it's fantastic.”

“We will,” Sebastian says, giving you a hug after Hanna does. “You guys have fun too.” He says and you wait by the door, waving them goodbye as he pulls out.

On the back deck, Lance seemed distracted. Esteban nudges Mick and they look over at their friend, “what’s wrong?” Esteban asks him.

“Nothing.” Lance takes a sip of his beer, the liquid gone warm now and he grimaces at the taste. Mick’s brows furrow, “c’mon man, we know you. What’s on your mind?” He asks his friend.

“Nothing, just thinking about y/n.”

“What about her?” Esteban pokes, earning a smile from his friend. “Just.. well the candle fell on her.” Lance says.

Mick sighs, “she's fine, Lance. I’ve seen her walk into a door and apologize to it.” He laughed.

Lance rolled his eyes, laughing. “That was once and she was drunk, she gets a pass.”

No one except Lance seems to notice the look on your face when the candle hits your thigh. The little hint of excitement that flashed across your face made Lance wonder if that was something you were into. He’d never thought about it nor did he ever ask about it.

The night wrapped up that much longer after that. Esteban and Elena, along with Mick and Justine, decide to head back to their hotels for the night, leaving you and Lance alone for the night.

Your boyfriend dropped back onto the couch, you had a candle burning on the table, the house smelling of cinnamon and apples. His eyes fixed on the glass jar on the coffee table, your hair raking through his thick hair.

“Penny for your thoughts birthday boy?” You ask.

He smiles, “my thoughts are worth more than a penny.”

“Oh sorry,” you laughed, “not all of us have a rich daddy to give us money.”

“Don’t hassle me on my birthday.” Lance pouts and you laugh, leaning down to kiss him. Lance pulls you on top of him, your arms over his neck as you sit on his lap, your lips on his. Your boyfriend’s hands rests on your ass, pulling you forward, your chest pressed to his.

“I was thinking,” he mumbles against your lips. “About?” you ask, your hand resting on his jaw.

“You know when you dropped the candle on your leg.. did it hurt?”

“A little but a.. good hurt.”

“I thought so.” He hums and your brows furrow, “why?” You ask.

Lance scoots you off his lap, his hands reaching for your shirt. He helps you take your top off before he reaches for the candle. You look at your boyfriend hesitantly, “can I try something?” He asks.

You look at him, a little unsure. “Uh-” “Do you trust me?” His eyes find yours.

You nod, “of course I do.”

Lance lets you lay back, he tips the candle over your torso and lets the hot wax drip onto you slowly. He can’t help but admire the way your back arches at the feeling or the sound that leaves your mouth.

“Oh,” you sigh, your eyes closed.

“You like that?” He asks, setting the candle down. You hum, satisfied as you

His hand reaches under you to unhook your bra, letting it drop to the floor. You look at your boyfriend, watching as he kisses down your chest, over your tits before his lips wrap around your nipple, tongue lapping over it.

Your hand tangles in his hair, his name falling from your lips. You feel him shift, his hand dropping to pick up the candle once more and without warning, he lets the warm wax drip over your tits, the red liquid drying against your skin.

“You’re having too much fun.” You giggle, sitting up. He smiles, his arms behind his head as he watches you drop your skirt, the black fabric pooling around your ankles.

You climb back onto his lap, unbutton his shirt for him. Lance's hand drops down, smacking your ass. “You’re such a dork.”

“It’s my birthday, indulge me.”

“Don’t I always.”

You’re up on your knees, hovering over his lap, your hands under you as you undo his pants. Lance helps you, pulling them down enough for you to sink down onto him. Your hand rests on his shoulder, giving you a moment to gather yourself before starting to bounce on his lap.

Lance’s hand stays on your hip, his firm grasp keeping you in place as you rock back and forth. You reach behind him to grab the candle, pouring the wax over his bare chest.

The red stood out in comparison to his pale skin, Lance smiles when you do. “You’re right,” he mumbles, glancing down to watch how your finger smudges the almost tacky wax around his chest.

“Aren't I always?”

“You don’t even know what I was going to say.”

“Don’t need to,” you say, leaning in to kiss him. “I’m always right.”

You rock your hips forward and Lance’s head drops back into the couch, his eyes fluttered closed. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” His hand pats your hip, “made just for me.” He tells you, your lips on his neck -- a trail of marks and sloppy kisses being left along his neck.

Lance can feel the way you were clenching around him and he knew you were close; you knew he was close, his eyes closed and head back.

“C’mon,” you whisper to him, your lips by his ears. “Cum for me, baby.”

You’re on top of Lance, your arms wrapped over his shoulders as you both come down from the high. Your cheek pressed to his, “best, birthday, ever.” He says, laughing.

A hand on his cheek, you smile at him when you pull back a bit. “Let’s take a shower hm?”

“No, no need to move.” He says, wrapping his arms around you.

“Happy birthday baby,” you whisper to him, kissing his cheek.

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Cap. 3

Part 1

Masterlist

Caro and __ are waiting in the same tree as always, eating and talking about the imminent wedding of her mother and the things that changed and the one who will still be doing it.

“Wiser decision.” Before her mother gets married, she will move with her sister to her apartment at least until she graduates, after that she will move with Enrique where she will remain working.

“Actually it’s my only option, Esteban in a couple of months will have a crowded house.” __ take a deep breath, if someone told her three years ago, she will be living with her sister, only with her sister, she will tell them they were crazy.

Caro knows __ , she recognizes that gesture in her face; the open eyes, shoulders down and twitching fingers. She is sad, really sad, but the most important; she’s angry; and the worst thing, it seems she isn't’ the only one who didn’t know why, also her siblings find it hard to know the reason.

“__…” Caro 's words stuck for her cell phone ringing. “What does this girl want?” The fact that the tightened teeths and rolled eyes were enough to put a smile on __'s face.

“Yeah…I get it… Mar you are a constant pain.” Were the last words before Caro ended the call.

“Well, it seems we have to get inside, Mar needs her computer and she left it in the car, and no, she said you better not stay here, outside alone.”

Orders are orders, and with a stressful Mar, no one wants to mess up.

“I can wait here.” __ says to Caro standing outside in front of the big storage doors. “I’m inside of the perimeter, you say that to her.” Caro smiles and gets inside.

After three weeks here, it is definitely colder than the first day, making her put her hands together and blow to try to warm.

“Gloves are a better option.” She recognizes the voice and turns around. She knows it’s a movie but what the hell, all of them look like they were starving until death, and makes her a little unforgettable to sustain her eyes on him, so she quickly turns her sight back to the sky.

“Oh, right, I never thought about it.” She could help it, sarcasm seems a hereditary thing. “Still, it seems that I’m warmer than you.”

Enzo found it kind of endearing the fact she didn’t even look at him. “How could you know it? You didn’t even look at me.” That caused __ giggles, clear her throat and look at him.

“Yep, I’m definitely warmer.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “You should go inside, I think you will freeze at any minute.” She pointed from his head to his toes. “Literally a stalactite.” Both of them laugh, Enzo takes the courage to give the first step.

“I’m Enzo.” He extends his hand, __ smiles and shakes it.

“__” It’s so clear the difference in temperature. He's cold and skinny, literally she feels is grabbing a piece of ice, and she’s warmer, he feels is touching the sunlight.

“Nice to finally know your name.” __ take account the time she has been here and cross their paths but never mention her name.

“OMG MAR! That is the kind of thing you mention right away!” Caro is at the end of her patient; __takes her hand and puts it back to her pockets.

Just a second later, because Mar has been unable to take her eyes from the scene since she noticed walking to the door, the giggle and the seconds __ maintaining her hand in Enzo’s.

<Omg, I’m crazy>, Mar thought and cursed Matias for placing that scenery in her head.

“Sorry, I don't remember which one was!” Caro takes a deep breath and says hi to Enzo. “Let’s go __, one more day, one more day, and will be free.”

“Said the girl who left her bestfriend for her boyfriend.” Mar ads scrunching her nose and smiling at Caro. She didn't even have to beg __ for please pick Mar for the last time tomorrow night, Alonso invited her to dinner and pre celebrate Christmas.

“She does it because she loves to see her best friend happy, right?” Caro hugs __ by her neck making her nod but pushing away at the same time.

“All right, all right, let’s stop from making a scene in front of Enzo.” Mar said before pushing them to start walking, __ unable to get rid of Caro’s hug. “Goodnight Enzo, see you tomorrow.” Mar walks behind the girls laughing, as Enzo says goodbye.

“Let’s go, last shot of the day!” Enzo was watching so carefully the scene, he didn’t even hear or see Agustin walking to him pushing him inside to start to shoot.

Enzo’s last scenes are scheduled to end the first week after the short period of vacation, even with the tiring year over them, they feel excited for just 24 hrs split apart from a well deserved rest. They go inside to the storage where everything is already set for the last recording of the day, Enzo set in his place to start recording.

“He seems more excited than a few moments ago.” Matias mentions to Agustin at the end of the day, as they walk to remove all the makeup and clothes.

“I think he was having fun with Mar and her sister.” Matias stops in a blink.

<What?>

“There was also another girl, with a strong gaze, black hair and probably what I consider, a contagious smile?”

Agustin was removing the clothes but he kept answering his questions. “It could be. I don’t know, I just saw Mar’s sister grabbing her by the neck and walking away.” That was enough for Matias to clap and smile, getting a forrown expression from Agustin.

“I’m excited for the end of the day, that’s all.” No one will believe that.

“Yeah, sure.”

“JUST PICK A COLOR!” Vale keeps pressing __ to pick the color of her dress for the ceremony, even the same amount of time she asks her, __ replies with the same answer.

“I don’t mind, you choose the color.” This time __ couldn’t leave her with a red face and fist tight, this time she had to continue with the phone call, a stupid promise she made to Enrique.

“__…” She could hear Vale taking a deep breath. “Ok, I’ll reduce it, salmon or pine nut.” Caro found it hard to contain the laugh, she was hearing all the mess for the very first second of the call.

“Valentina, they are pink, for christ sake, just pick one of those two! I don’t mind if you put me in a yellow dress.” The fact __ is losing her mind too just made all this situation funnier.

The discussion gets to the point __ screams the salmon color, and hears the relieved sounds of Valentina.

“Jesus! Have a good night, Esteban will call you tomorrow.” By this point of the night __ has her head covered by a pillow. “Love you.” By the end of the call, Caro is covering her mouth to spot the laughing.

“Listen I know you are tired of picking colors but, which one looks better on me?” __ breath in before sitting and watch the quandary about the skirts of her friend.

A couple of hours later, Alonso was introduced to __ before he and Caro left for their date, of course, not before __ gave him a little warning about breaking her best friend's heart, and facing that glacier stare in __’s eyes didn't leave space for a small joke.

“Okay, before he has a heart attack, we’re leaving.” Caro intertwined her hand with Alonso; Dr. Mendieta seems to have a sensor because at that moment he appears in the stairs.

“Bring her home safely, ok?” Alonso was cut for Caro giving a kiss on her father's cheek and opening the door searching for a safe spot for him.

Dr. Mendienta sat in the living room with __, and rubbed his eyes. “I must ask for your parents' tips about this, right?” __ couldn’t contain the giggle and close his eyes just like him.

“Yeah, they have experience in that.” Dr. Mendieta laughs while __ remember the time Esteban announced his engagement and the multiple times they observe Vale go on numerous dates with a smile on her face.

“I bet they will understand me when you begin to look like her; all red faces, sparkling eyes combine with heart shaped eyes.” That causes a chill in her body forcing to stand and go and search her things to go pick Mar.

“Don’t wish me so bad luck.” She smiles in an apologizing way before leaving the house.

Mrs. Mendienta stays hearing the conversation from the kitchen sitting with her husband just after __ leave the house, with a reproval face.

“What?!” Dr. Mendieta raises his arms in a surrender way.

“Years, we met __ since she was 6 and still you don’t know anything.” She grabs the control T.V. “She is not the girl who spent her days or minutes drawing hearts in the corner of the notebooks.”

Dr. Mendieta rolls his eyes, he knows that but he also sees some kind of resemblance of that behavior of her in his past younger days..

Getting two steps ahead of Mar. __ got inside of the parking lot of the storage after she arrived, just like the last time, earphones and her tablet in hand, she found the perfect spot for her to sit and work but this time to cover for the strong cold of the night, she found a little bench set between two big trees. When she sat down, took a photo of her with a huge coat, a beanie with the logo of her collage and her favorite scarf.

<Warm and safe, don’t worry> Was the message along the photo with the emoji kiss.

Mar replies with a kiss back, smiling when she sees the picture.

“They are here?” Mar jumps in her chair, almost drooping her cellphone. Matias appears out of nowhere with a mischievous face.

“Fuck! Matias, you will give me a heart attack one day.” She put her hand at the level of her heart. “Who are they?” She was trying to play the fool so, she focused again on the computer in front of her but he won’t give up so easily.

“Mar…” She smiles but shakes her head. “Listen, after our small talk I start to see crazy things ok? So, I’ll be honest and direct.”

Mar removes her headphones and faces him.

“Matias, __ just came for Christmas holidays, she will be leaving in two weeks tops, she doesn’t come frequently and I doubt she will come back in a long time, ok? So, let’s not torment two souls for your excited imagination.” He doesn't answer not because he just resigned to the idea just because he is thinking in a way to win time.

Mar moves slowly if like a faster move will turn the flashlight in his brain.

45 minutes passed since __ sent the picture until her cell phone rang one more time. <Moises> along with the emoji of a mushroom.

She picked up the call with a soft smile on her face. Moises is another of her best friends, they met when they were 10 years old, it was the intercollegiate of volleyball, and her school was headquarters. In that time Moises faced the team in where a boy who caught the attention of __, was playing after win in a flattening victory; he gave her the advice at least put her eyes in someone who can throw a ball across the room, not to the head of his teammates; that rude sincerely likes __, by the end of the week and the finish of the intercollegiate, __ found a new friend with the time became a important pillar in her life.

“What coincidence of life? We almost have the same schedule!” She hears the gasping voice, an indication of his late night runs. Even though they didn’t study the same engineer, the last subject was the same. “When did you take project I+D? I mean, I thought we had 2 subjects left.”

__ laugh if he attended the class last semester, he would know, she already passed that subject. “Going to classes helps to approve the subjects, you know?”

Moises starts to get slow and stops his clock; in Mexico even if it is winter the colder temperature begins in January; so, still the weather is nice for a late night running, but the cold air starts to cause some troubles in his breathing.

“How are you?” __ take a small breath before answering, not removing her eyes from the screen of her tablet, but her finger floating above it.

“Earth calling __” She blinks, __ didn’t even realize she stopped asking herself that question since she came here, with all the thrilling emotions of being with Caro, the distance of her problems at home and from her family, seems enough to hide that question.

“Am…fine? I guess, I mean…” Moises could picture her lending her head to the left with her furrowed eyebrows.

“You don’t have to answer just to say something.” He sat on a bench near the entrance of the park where he used to run. “I’m asking because come on! Seeing a message from you it’s like a miracle.” With that he gets a scoff from her followed by a giggle.

“You don’t ask but I will tell you…”

For 15 minutes he told about how his mother has drag him from side to side of the town buying and carried things for the Christmas dinner, this year his house it’s the place for all his family reunited, __ enjoy hear him, even she stops from working and just draw things in a new field in white.

“OH! Your strudel is from another world!” Moises is well known to his family and friends for his gift and making the most delicious dessert anyone ever tastes.

“Promise, no, no, swear me you will make me one, when I am back!” __ point to her cellphone like if he is able to see the determination in her face.

#enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic x reader #fic #the society of snow #enzo vogrincic fanfic #latam

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beechersnope · 6 months

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can we get any snippets of ch3 of welcome to my island? that fic is my roman empire aka im always thinking about it

yes ofc! it's definitely not abandoned but i think trying to finish this chapter before i move is futile, so i'm going to try my best to do some solid work on it once i settle into my new place

but for now here are some bits & pieces

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“We should probably just shower together, right?” Max suggests once they walk in. George stops at the end of the bed, but she continues, only pausing once she’s reached the doorway to the bathroom. “I mean, we’re both wearing swimsuits, so. It just seems practical, don’t you think?”

George can only muster up a nod in response.

And it isn’t exactly sexy, standing back-to-back in an overly large shower still dressed in their swimsuits as they rinse all the saltwater from their bodies. But George feels Max’s presence like Jupiter’s gravity pressing down on him, nevertheless.

***

Carlos rolls a five next. “Give a random player a lap dance,” he announces with a somber frown, followed by even more overexaggerated complaints from some of the other boys.

Pretty much the same ones that had been vocally disappointed by the result of Isabel’s turn, but that doesn’t come as a surprise to George, who had seen the same group react similarly last year. It doesn’t bother him either, since they’re all friends and everything is done in good fun, but he finds himself glancing over at Max to see if it bothers her, only to be met with a perfectly blank poker face as she watches Carlos roll a twenty.

“Oh,” Charles announces with ruddy cheeks. “That’s me.”

Pierre, Esteban, and Lando all start laughing uproariously as Carlos gets up and Charles moves a chair into the middle.

“Make it real sexy, Carlos,” Esteban calls out to him.

“Oh, the Ferrari fangirls would love to see this,” Pierre adds, both of them clearly trying to get a rise out of the other two.

Charles flips them off as he takes a seat, legs spread enough to make his lap a comfortable width for Carlos to straddle him.

“Is the timer started yet?” Carlos asks Daniel as he scoots into place.

“No, one second, I’m getting the music.”

“What music?”

“Mmm, ready set go,” Daniel replies quickly. Smooth Operator immediately starts to play over the Bluetooth speakers, and Carlos immediately hops off of Charles’s lap.

“Oh, come on, man,” Carlos complains as everyone else tries to stifle giggles, the song still blaring overhead.

“Clock’s ticking,” Daniel tells him with a wave of his phone, the stopwatch on the screen showing the passing seconds. “You can always take a shot and pay up if you want to forfeit.”

Carlos tosses Daniel a death-glare before perching himself on Charles’s lap again and half-heartedly grinding down on him, the dulcet tones of Daniel and Lando joining in with the song as Charles tries valiantly not to laugh in Carlos’s face.

***

Esteban rolls a three. He’s far enough from them that George has to whisper the words ‘Assume the Position’ into Max’s ear since she can’t see the words scrawled on top of the green deck of cards from where she’s sitting. Just saying it aloud makes his skin prickle.

“What does that mean?” Max asks.

“Basically, just pretending to do whatever’s on the card,” George explains as Esteban rolls a fifteen; Daniel. “Well, if both players are already naked then it’s not pretend anymore, but—”

Esteban draws his card. “Froggy style,” he announces with an exaggerated pout.

“I get to top,” Daniel calls out.

“It is not like calling shotgun,” Esteban argues. “It’s my turn, I should get to be the top.”

“Well, I have seniority, so—”

“Daniel, man, you helped make the rules,” Lewis calmly interjects. “Roller gets to pick the positions.”

“Fine, fine,” Daniel says with a sigh. “I guess I’ll bottom, then.”

George watches as Max watches Daniel pretending to get fucked by Esteban, her mouth pulling into a slight half-smile as Daniel really hams it up, exaggeratedly moaning and shoving his hips back into Esteban’s crotch as Esteban crouches over him with his hands on Daniel’s waist. In the end, it’s Esteban who walks away the loser, hissing in pain as Daniel’s ass hits him square in the balls just before the thirty seconds are up.

“It’s a shame, that was one of my favorites,” Daniel says mournfully as he sets the card in the discard pile before returning to the circle.

“You say that about all of them,” Barbara points out.

Daniel shrugs. “Who says you can’t have more than one favorite?”

***

Unfortunately, Lando doesn’t manage to get a card that has anything to do with either stripping or drinking, instead rolling a five and pulling a card from the ‘Show Off’ deck. “Pick a body part you think is your best feature, then a random player is chosen who must kiss that body part.” Lando shrugs, his expression perfectly nonchalant. “I mean, obviously I’m gonna say cock,” he says as he tosses the discard into the pile with the others.

“Ooh, a gamble,” Daniel mocks in a low voice. “Will it pay off?”

Lando rolls a seven. Lewis gives a little wave of acknowledgment from the other side of the circle.

“Guess not,” Daniel says with a laugh. “Better luck next time, mate.”

Lewis just shakes his head and moves to kneel in front of Lando in the middle of the room. “How much effort am I meant to be putting into this ‘kiss’?” Lewis asks.

“Well, it better be more than just a peck,” Daniel chides. “The category is called ‘Show Off’, after all.”

Lewis doesn’t reply as he reaches up to pull the fabric of Lando’s swim trunks taut before opening his mouth to breathe hotly over Lando’s crotch, tracing the outline of Lando’s semi with his tongue through the waterproof material.

Lando hisses at the first actual contact. He reaches out instinctively to grab Lewis’s head but thinks better of it at the very last moment, instead bringing his hand up to his mouth and biting down between his thumb and forefinger instead.

After a few more seconds, Lewis pulls away and gets to his feet. “Satisfied?” he asks, directing the question at Daniel.

“Lando isn’t,” Daniel replies with a smirk. It earns him a nasty look from Lando as he rejoins the circle, his hand cupping his erection through his shorts self-soothingly, but Daniel doesn’t seem to notice.

***

Daniel saunters over to her with his phone out, still grinning. “Say, ‘oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m coming’,” he jokes.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m coming,” Max repeats tonelessly, her expression still blank. It gets a laugh out of everyone, even Daniel, who usually hates being one-upped during one of his bits. She waits a beat, then tells Daniel, “Give me a second to concentrate.”

George watches as Max closes her eyes. It doesn’t take long for her face to change. The minute shifts in her expression closely resemble George’s memory of her in the hot tub—so closely, in fact, that he can’t help but wonder if she’s actually making herself come right there in front of everyone, without any stimulation at all.

Even Daniel seems impressed when he snaps the picture of her face, proudly walking around the circle to show everyone the result as Max calmly levels out her breathing again.

George waits until Daniel is well out of earshot before leaning over to whisper in her ear. “Did you actually come just then?” It’s technically against the rules, but George certainly doesn’t have any intention of ratting her out.

“A lady never tells,” Max says simply before drawing back again with a slight smile playing at the corners of her lips.

#my fic #wtmi #trick or treat ask game

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lfcrobbo · 2 years

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estemick period piece... fate & choice...

hi:) have uh. 1.5k of whatever this is. heavily inspired by esteban saying that if he had anything to say, his choice would be mick.

Mick first hears about it through Kevin.

“Did you hear?” Kevin asks him. Something about his voice is wary, cautious; like he’s not sure he should be bringing it up at all.

They’re in the stables, tending to the horses. Mick shouldn’t be - not anymore, his mother has made that perfectly clear. He’s got other responsibilities now, he can’t be wasting his time doing farm hand work. But there’s something calming about being out here, away from the stuffy air of his dad’s old office and the piles of paperwork he has no idea what to do with, yet. This is simple. Easy.

“Hear what?” Mick asks back, without pausing his movements. He’s brushing Sophie, one of their older horses.

Kevin hesitates before he speaks again, eyes searching Mick’s face for god knows what.

“About Ocon.”

That makes Mick falter, the brush almost falling out of his hands. He keeps his eyes fixed on Sophie, clears his throat. “What about him?”

He hasn’t spoken to Esteban in a few days; the farm keeps him busy, and he knows Esteban has his own things to deal with. His family is struggling lately, he’d told him the last time they’d spoken, and it was clear that it was taking its toll on him. Mick had offered to help - the farm was doing okay, maybe they could give them a loan or something, but Esteban had shook his head, refused. He’s always been like that; too proud and stubborn to accept anyone’s help.

Mick has always found it both infuriating and infatuating.

“He’s getting married,” Kevin says, and Mick feels like all of the air has been punched out of him.

The hand he’s got settled against Sophie to keep her still clenches, the one that’s holding the brush stops completely. His vision swims, just a little, his heartbeat heavy in his ears. Then he shakes himself, clears his throat, goes back to brushing.

“Oh,” he says, still not looking at Kevin. There are a million thoughts running through his head, but he can’t make sense of any of them. He blinks, rapid, tries to keep his breath steady.

“I take it you didn’t know.”

It’s a statement, not a question. There’s a note of sympathy there, in his words, that makes Mick wonder how much Kevin knows. He doesn’t dare ask.

He clears his throat. “No,” he says, voice coming out rougher than he would have liked it. “I have to-” he takes a step away from the horse, “there are some papers that I have to look at. You’ll finish up here, right?”

“Sure thing, boss,” Kevin says, but Mick barely even registers it before he’s rushing out of the stables.

In the forest just on the edge of the Schumacher farm, there's a clearing with a little lake. Mick first discovered it years ago, when he was just a kid, running around with no cares or worries at all.

It became a sanctuary, of sorts. Somewhere to hide away when it all became too much; the responsibilities and the expectations. A place that was just his, where he could just be himself.

Now, it's where Esteban finds him. He's not sure how long it's been since he rushed away, how long he's been sitting here, staring at the water, but it's gotten darker around him, and the air is colder.

Esteban's got a horse with him, though he's on foot by now. It's Sophie, Mick realizes. So he's been by the farm. He wonders who he spoke to, who told him to take a horse. Best case scenario, it was Kevin. Worst case, it was his mother.

They don't speak as Esteban ties the horse to a tree. The silence stretches as he walks over to where Mick is sitting by the edge of the water and carefully sinks down next to him.

"Your mother is worried about you."

That answers that question, then. Mick dreads thinking about what she'll say, about him leaving like that, about Esteban coming to look for him.

About Esteban finding him.

He picks up a stone from next to him, runs his thumb over the flat edge of it and then flicks it out across the lake. He watches as it skips on the surface once, twice, three times, before it sinks. He doesn't say anything.

"I take it you know," Esteban says, voice cautious.

Mick swallows. "Yes," he mutters. "Kevin told me."

There's a sigh from Esteban. "I suppose he will have heard it from Romain."

Mick hums, noncommittally. "Suppose so," he says. Truthfully, he couldn't care less about how Kevin knew about it. He's more concerned with the fact that Esteban hadn't told him himself, immediately.

"Mick, I am so sorry. You should not have found out like this," Estaban says, like he has somehow read Mick's mind. "It should have come from me."

Mick can feel eyes on him, but he refuses to look back just yet. He's not sure he'll be able to keep back the tears once he does.

There's space between them; more than there normally would be. Part of Mick itches to reach out, to inch closer. Tangle their fingers together and resting his head against Esteban's shoulder.

"Who?" he asks, instead.

He's got his suspicions. Has gone over an endless list of possibilities, almost gone out of his mind trying to think of what Esteban's parents would be looking for.

Because he's sure of that much; there is no way Esteban has chosen this.

He wouldn't, Mick thinks.

Hopes.

Clings to.

Esteban doesn't reply right away. He breathes, eyes leaving Mick's face and trailing out across the water.

Mick waits.

"Pierre," he says, eventually, and the name falls heavy into the silence.

Mick's eyes fall shut, and he brings a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He's not surprised, really. Part of him knew, as soon as Kevin told him. But it still hurts, the confirmation.

"But you hate each other," he says, as if it matters.

He knows it doesn't.

"I know," Estabans says, with a wry, sad smile. "But I have to. For my family, this is- it's the only way I can help."

"What about me?" Mick asks, unable to hold it in. His voice shakes, and there are tears forming in the corners of his eyes. "Why can't it-" he takes a deep breath, and turns to look at Esteban. "Why can't it be me?"

Esteban's eyes are big, and sad. He doesn’t say anything, but then he doesn’t really need to.

It's silly to ask, anyway, when you already know the answer. Mick's family has money, sure, and a solid name, but that's not the only thing that matters. There are connections, influences, social standings. Mick knows he was never an option, not really.

Moving his body closer, and shifting so that he’s turned towards Mick, Esteban reaches out a hand. His fingers are warm against Mick’s skin when they cradle his cheek. Mick’s eyes fall shut and he leans into the touch. A few tears fall down and are caught in the crease of Esteban’s hand.

“You know,” Esteban says, voice desperate and pleading, thumb tracing across Mick’s cheek. He leans forward, connecting their foreheads together. “If I had any say-”

Mick nods against him, and he trails off. Of course Mick knows. He knows it as well as he knows himself. He also knows there’s nothing to be done now, that wouldn’t ruin both of their family’s names and reputations.

Part of him wants to forget about all that, say to hell with it, and run away. Make a new life, for him and for Esteban, away from it all, just the two of them. They could get a house, maybe a couple of horses, a dog for him and a cat for Esteban. It could be wonderful. It could be everything he’s ever wanted.

But he can’t. Not now, not with the farm, and his mother and sister who need him here, with them. And not with Esteban’s family, who he knows means so much to him, who he would never abandon.

He blinks his eyes open, pulls away slightly so that he can look at Esteban. Esteban’s hand falls from his face and finds Mick’s hand instead, interlocking their fingers. There are tears on his cheeks, too. Mick doesn’t think he’s ever seen him cry before.

“How long?” he asks. He’s not sure what he’s really asking; how long have you known? How long until the wedding? How long do we have?

Esteban sniffles, takes a deep breath. “The wedding is in a month,” he says. “But there is so much to do before then, I’m- Mick, I wish I could-”

Mick nods and squeezes their hands together. He knows.

“Will you stay?” he asks, voice small. “Just- for now. Stay here with me, okay? One last time.”

The air around them keeps getting colder, and their clothes are getting damp from the ground where they’re sitting. This isn’t a place of comfort; not now, not at this time of the day, or this time of the year. But still, Esteban nods his head quickly, without even taking a second to consider it.

“Of course,” he says. He brings their hands up to his mouth, and places a kiss on Mick’s knuckles. “Of course I will stay.”

#uhh the era of this is VAGUE bc i am not a historian. it's abt the vibes!!!#sorry. this is sad. and sappy!#estemick #schucon #micksteban #<- u see. this is the problem with there being three different ship names!!!!! we need to get on the same page #my writing #thundercrack #ask

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ariadynamics · 2 years

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All of the result descriptions for my Which Pierre Gasly Boyfriend Are You? (Pain and Suffering Edition) quiz.

For real, once again, I'm not kidding about the pain and suffering.

Antonio

You were teammates when you were younger, inseparable, like two sides of the same coin. Together, you mapped out your shared dreams while learning the topography of each other's bodies. Pierre loved you the same way he raced: fiercely, with wild abandon, and always hurtling towards the edge. A race always ends, though, and there's only ever one winner. Now he gets to live the dream you created together, while all you have left is the faintest shadow of it to keep you warm at night.

Esteban

The last thing you want is to be here, and the one thing you want is to forget. Unfortunately for you, you cannot erase him from your memory. You haven't been able to say his name in years. Still, the two of you remain inextricably tied together by a red string of fate. Only the cord that binds you and him has frayed and pilled into something unrecognizable. You don't know if you can love him again. But the worst part? You don't know if you've really, truly ever stopped.

Charles

You can't remember when you first realized you were in love with Pierre. And maybe it doesn't matter when it feels like your definition of love has shifted from a verb to a noun: Pierre. Just Pierre. But love still requires action, no matter what part of speech it becomes. You love Pierre, and Pierre loves you, but sometimes you worry you can't give him what he needs. That maybe what you and he want and need and desire are wildly divergent things, like old, warped puzzle pieces that no longer fit. You cling to the devotion you have for each other and hope that the definition of devotion doesn't shift into something that looks more like obligation.

Max

It doesn't surprise you when Pierre comes to you with a proposition. Your crush on him isn't exactly subtle. You say yes, of course, because it's Pierre. Despite all of the years you spent desperately pretending corded muscles and tight abs and thighs that look like they were made for riding do nothing for you, Pierre does something for you. You've always been too honest to be any good at pretending, probably. Pierre's nice to you, but you know he sees you as a target, not a dream. It's fine; it's not like you have any room to talk when you see Pierre as a temporary replacement, not the end goal.

Yuki

It takes a while for Pierre to make a move, and maybe for a while, you thought he would never see you the way you see him. It’s okay, the wait had been worth it. You don’t know what he sees when he looks at you, but you hope he sees someone who’s worthy. He's patient and careful when you're together--maybe too careful. You like that he takes care of you, but a part of you wishes he treats you like an equal instead of a responsibility. Sometimes when he's lying next to you in bed, you think about the time when Pierre had said he's always wanted a younger sibling. All you've ever wanted was to be Pierre's, full stop.

Daniel

Pierre's top tier and it's great to be around him, but let's face it, in the beginning, you just really wanted to lick his abs. He's hot; who can blame you? Then somehow, he's wormed his way into your life unexpectedly, and suddenly the two of you aren't hanging out just for sex anymore. He stays the night, and sometimes you want to warn him against the tender parts of himself he reveals to you late into the darkness. It's dangerous to be laid bare and open the way he is with you, and you know if he's not careful, Pierre will get swallowed whole. But you know it's not your job to tell him that, and it's a departure from what you both want from each other: to have fun and to forget.

Ilies

Sometimes being with Pierre makes you feel like a walking Richard Siken poem. You keep trying to choke down the words you know you can't say. Your love for him feels like the ocean at rest: vast and unending. But still inescapable. You've put all of your eggs in one proverbial Pierre basket, and you hope the life you're building together is for you to keep, not for you to house sit. Loving Pierre is a terrifying thing, but you stay, anyway, and you look into his eyes and cling to the part of the poem that says, "he won't tell you he loves you, but he loves you."

George

The two of you have always had mutual friends, but only recently did you start hanging out alone. To your surprise, Pierre is witty and charming and fun. More importantly, Pierre's hot as fuck, and you can't remember the last time you've had to change your sheets this often. Sometimes, you wish you'd met Pierre earlier. Maybe then, the gravitational pull between you and him can become something more concrete and permanent instead of what it is now. You're both in love with other people. Kissing Pierre and feeling him under you at least softens the ache from wanting, even if it's just a little.

#pierre gasly #here's all of the psychic damage besties #enjoy #mine

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justaredheadf1fan · 1 year

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Kicking off the 2023 season at last

So, it's finally the day, the weekend, the kick off of the season!

Quali - Saturday

Now, this is unbelievable. It's not even been 2 full minutes and Sharl is losing half his car on the track piece by piece. That's fantastic. Obviously, the session had to be Red Flagged until the pieces were picked up. Jesus.

Okay, we can say after half the time that this is looking interesting. Alonso, Sid the Sloth (seriously this is the best nickname ever), Sainz, Russel and Leclerc right there one after the other.

First eliminated should've been known by now but as always this clown sport is not functioning. Is Albon out due to track limits or not?

So, now everyone's waiting to get out on track, but let's see how it goes. Still the times are quite close to one another now that everyone is on track, so this is a nailbiter.

Both McLarens are OUT. Fantastic news! Sorry not sorry. And Kulk did make it, I'm stunned. And also Lance, this is actually a truly good Quali day. The best would be Lewis on pole and that would be it. A girl can dream...

Now onto Q3. I'm nervous. Unlike last year, that I knew the Merc boys were in trouble. But this year. Oh boy.

Leclerc and Sid the Sloth are quite close, no surprises there. I'm trying to see the overall because they're all so close. I know what to expect but I don't know what to expect. This is so stressful.

Anyway, so it's the RedBulls and Ferraris on top. I have high hopes for George going after Fernando right at the beginning, honestly. Let's see what happens.

It doesn't look too bad for the first race. I hope I'm right.

Race - Sunday

So here we go, it's the dreaded and highly awaited start of the season. I don't know how much I'll be holding on to hope this time.

Good start from the boys, pretty clean stuff. Both of them passing Alonso, which is hopeful.

There's a Yellow Flag on Sector 2. Lance hitting Alonso on his rear on Turn 1. And George getting Fastest Lap right from the beginning is quite the good thing.

It's actually funny that Pedro de la Rosa says that Sid the Sloth is in a league of his won. Why is that? Is it maybe because RBR have breached the cost cap not once but TWICE?

I don't like this kind these messages for Mercedes because it might mean trouble. In general, nothing wrong with George's question.

No no no, Fernando and Lance are right there, this is BAD 😵‍💫 It's both Lewis and George having issues, so it's worse. I hope they can fix this. And finally Lewis pits and George is defending like a goddamn lion against Alonso, but Alonso beats him. Quite the battle between these two, very nice to watch, honestly.

Shitty stop for George, I don't know what that was but good isn't the word. We've come here to willingly suffer today, apparently, haven't we?

And McLaren flopping once more with Piastri's pit stop is just fantastic. I know I'm paying for this already, but God does it feel good. And they retire the car. Thank you, Karma.

George going for Fastest Lap again. Our boy isn't playing right now, that's for sure.

Now Estie Bestie's got a 5-second penalty for not putting the car properly on the grid? But then the FIA don't penalize other drives (ahemMAXahem) for far worse things 🤬 And they served the penalty incorrectly now ffs.

Sharl fighting Checo, but Checo takes the cake unfortunately. I'm so sad right now. Mercedes call Lewis to pit again, and now Lance eats George up, pretty nicely let me tell you. Well played, Aston Martin. He gets the Fastest Lap too now, I mean this guy is flying.

Poor Esteban, getting an extra 10-second penalty so now he has to serve not 5, not 10, BUT FIFTEEN SECONDS. He ended up giving up and I can't blame him.

Alonso and Lewis fighting is actually a beautiful thing to see (as long as Lewis wins 🤣). Alonso does not back down and gets the place. Oh fucker, hope he gets you back. And the ladies keep fighting despite F1 showing half the fight.

NO NO NO NOT CHARLES!!!!!!! HE'S OUT OF THE RACE WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!! We get a VSC now, that doesn't really last long. OMG why Charles... Why does everything happen to him. I really hope this means (like last year) that after this he'll end up winning it all, of course if Mercedes specifically can't. SHIIIIIIIIIIT 💩

Now Alonso almost hitting Carlos and he gets to pass him too. Unbelievable.

Anyway, wish it had ended a different way but I guess today wasn't the day.

More and hopefully better next time. Kudos to Lance because he's done a terrific job, honestly, hanging in there and fighting all the way through the race.

Next time I'll see if I keep this way of posting during the race weekends or if I better change it a bit.

Peace out!

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blueflyingturtleontheway · 2 years

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This is my first time doing this, and I definitely won't do all the prompts, but why not:

Whumptober, day 3, prompt: Gun to temple (kinda) and "Say goodbye"

Fandom: Elena of Avalor

Characters: Elena, Esteban, Shuriki

Other: takes place post canon, mentions of the Secret of Avalor, Song of the Sirenas and Esteban's betrayal, no gore or actual violence I think, angst but no comfort :(

The drumming of horseshoes on stone resonated through the courtyard. The beating of the hooves was fast, almost frantic, as if the horses were galloping in a panic and it sounded sharp when echoed and multiplied by castle walls.

Elena found herself running towards this sound. The corridors for some reason were extremely long and dark, as if all the windows had disappeared, and yet she could find her way perfectly. If only she wasn't so far away.

She finally reached the balcony, running to the railing and almost falling over it as she leaned out.

The sky was bright, summer blue. A few white clouds, flowing lazily like sunflowers seeds through the air, passed the sun every now and then but didn't manage to cover it for even a moment. Sharp, but warm rays found their way safely towards the ground, where they laid gently on the polished stone castle walls and reflected in the fountain in the courtyard.

A carriage had just arrived and the passengers spilled out in a cascade of laughter. Francisco extended his hand to Luísa to help her out, and she of course eagerly took it. At the same time, Esteban got off on the other side and wanted to help Isabel out, but she rushed beside him not even noticing his gesture, too absorbed by some story she was telling. Even Mateo and Naomi were there and Gabe was taking care of the horses.

Elena sighed and felt as if the gentle breeze took a giant weight off of her shoulders. She leaned back and looked up into the sky. A wide smile spread on her lips, and she closed her eyes, taking a moment to just feel the warm sunbeams on her face.

But the sun suddenly dimmed. She opened eyes and realized it got covered by dark storm clouds, that visibly came out of nowhere. The sky, clear and bright only a moment ago was now a boiling mass of grey and black matter. Somewhere above rolled a thunder and shook the castle on its foundations.

Panic bubbled up in Elena's chest and she immediately looked back down at the courtyard.

Her friends and family had huddled together into a tight group visibly shaken and looking around for a cause of this sudden darkness. Elena shouted for them and waved to get their attention, but they didn't see her. Another thunder cracked over their heads. A dark green smoke rounded the group on the courtyard.

It writhed around them and twisted like a cursed snake and its hiss made her shake. The snake grew a second head, and another one, and two more… in a moment the whole place was covered in suffocating green fog. Then one head noticed her.

A strand of magical smoke grew slowly up from the ground, and it twisted and turned as it was going up, but she could swear it's green, vicious eyes were still watching her, not loosing her sight for even a moment. The snake rose above her head an finally stopped. Then the smoke dispelled.

"Missed me, Elena?"

"No…" Elena's voice was choked in her throat. "No, you can't be here, you're dead! I killed you!" She was now yelling.

She reached at her hip but her hand clenched on nothing. She didn't have her scepter.

"Ah, ah, ah," a familiar voice, sounding almost playfully, scolded her from behind her back and she felt something hard and cold press into her back. "You won't need this anymore, prima."

Elena turned her head just in time to see Esteban smash her scepter on the ground. The crystal shattered into million pieces, its magical glow shining for just a moment longer, seeming to break through the dark green fog, but it wasn't enough and finally, their light died down. Esteban kicked the twister handle off of the balcony.

Shuriki laughed and her horrible laugh pierced Elena's ears and heart and made the sky itself shudder in another rumble.

"You really thought you could kill me? That you could defeat me?" Shuriki hovered closer on her magical smoke. "Face it Elena, you will never be free of me. I'll find you, always, and I'll finish what's left of your family one by one." She put cold emphasis on the last words in a way that each one felt like a punch straight into Elena's face.

"You're not strong enough to protect them. You're not good enough. And if you can't protect your own family, how can you protect the whole kingdom?" Esteban hissed right into her ear and his words cut almost as much as the tip of his stuff pushed to her back.

"You're weak Elena. And you're all alone." Shuriki drew back but the bitter, triumphant smile was still reigning on her face. "And now," something glistened in her hand and Elena recognized it as the Scepter of Night. The violet gem at the top seemed to suck out all the light from the surroundings that haven't been stifled by the smoke. The scepter was aimed at her friends and family, still frozen in fear on the courtyard. "It's time to say goodbye to your family, Elena."

The world started moving in a slowed down pace. Elena sprang on Shuriki in a desperate attempt to stop her but only found herself falling through the green smoke. A blinding flash of red and purple enveloped the whole courtyard, then the balcony, Elena, Esteban and Shuriki grinning down at her with a mocking smile, and then the whole world. The dark and thundering sky, the boiling clouds of green smoke, even her family all disappeared in a flash of light that was at the same time a curtain of darkness.

And then she sprung up in her own bed, in her own room.

Her breaths were fast and hoarse, she was panting as if she just came out of a fight. She dug her fingers deep into her hair, falling on her face. Her heart, her eyes and her thoughts were racing. She could hear her heartbeat in her chest, in her veins, in her head.

Her eyes were darting. From her cover. Crumpled on the floor. To her pillow. Tossed to the sides. To the lamp that had fallen from the nightstand. Crashed. Then back to her knees, drawn to her chest and the curtains, still pulled out for the night.

Her thoughts were incoherent and tripped one over another as they flooded her brain. Where was she? Where did the smoke go? Where's her family? Are they safe? Where was Esteban? Why did he do that? What did he do? Where did Shuriki go? Where was she? What happened?

The palace was quiet, calm. Her room, apart from her bed, was in perfect order. There was no one else else there. Everything looked normal.

Slowly and gradually she calmed down her breaths. She unclenched her head and straightened her back and legs.

She looked around her room once again. Her covers were crumpled on the floor, and her pillows thrown aside. She must've done it herself, thrashing in her sleep. And the falling pillow must've knocked over the lamp. She was alone, in her own bedroom, when she went to sleep the previous evening. Her family were all sleeping in their bedrooms. They were home. They were safe. No one was there to hurt them.

She looked at her window and the drawn curtains. Through a small crack she could see the sky was only a pale, purple gray color. Hours away from sunrise.

Elena took another deep breath and another one, until she was sure she had calmed down, until she was assured what she saw was just a nightmare. She wiped away the tears from her cheeks, though she couldn't remember herself cry. Slowly, she slid down from her bed.

A shiver ran through her body when her feet touched the cold floor. She was still dizzy and could feel the strain of the sleepless night on her shoulders, but she made her way to her wardrobe.

She's not going to sleep any more this night.

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'I'm kicking myself to be honest' Russell left frustrated after 'small mistake' costs him Monaco podium

George Russell was left ‘kicking’ himself after finishing fifth in Monaco, as he was left ruing a mistake that cost him a podium. Meanwhile, his team mate Lewis Hamilton, who finished fourth, was happy with the performance of the upgraded W14. Russell started in eighth and made it all the way up to third, as he opted against pitting, while the drivers ahead chose to swap the tyres. As a result, Russell gained track position when the rain commenced, and all the drivers were forced to pit for the intermediates. READ MORE: Delighted Ocon ‘on a cloud’ as Alpine claim first podium since 2021 in Monaco However, a mistake on his first lap out of the pit lane saw him lose position to Esteban Ocon and Hamilton, and to make matters worse for Russell, he also collided with the back marking Red Bull of Sergio Perez, much to his frustration. “I’m kicking myself to be honest, one small mistake cost us a podium,” said Russell. “I came out of the pits comfortably ahead of Esteban and Lewis, there was a yellow flag at Turn 5, I backed off and as soon as I pressed the brakes I locked up and followed the yellow flag. “I think that’s almost a lesson that when you’re not focussed sometimes – or not on it – that’s when mistakes happen. I probably wouldn’t have made that mistake if there hadn’t been a yellow flag there. This feature is currently not available because you need to provide consent to functional cookies. Please update your cookie preferences 2023 Monaco Grand Prix: Perez punts Russell after the Mercedes driver rejoins the track in front of the Mexican “Yeah, really disappointed because after that pit stop it would basically have guaranteed a podium… P3 was definitely achievable today. I have only learned afterwards that my mistake wasn’t shown on TV – not sure if that’s a positive thing or not.” When reminded that it was tough conditions for all the drivers, Russell responded: “Yeah, it definitely was, it wasn’t the easiest conditions. But they were conditions where I feel like we can maximise the opportunities. READ MORE: Alonso says he ‘didn’t have a chance’ to take Monaco GP win as he praises Verstappen for driving ‘super well’ “Where you know as a driver, if you do a better job than the rest you can pick up the pieces, and we were on course for that until we weren’t, or until I wasn’t with my mistake. Yeah, I really don’t know what more to say.” Hamilton on the other hand, started the race up in fifth and, after capitalising on Russell’s mistake, pushed Ocon all the way for the final podium spot to no avail, but he was still happy to take the "significant points" home for the team. Hamilton was happy with the performance of his upgraded car in Monaco “I’m pretty happy, we’ve moved forwards,” said Hamilton. “Coming into the weekend, I didn’t know where we would stand so to have come out fourth and fifth, it’s really great points for the team. "So, a huge thank you to everyone back at the factory in bringing those upgrades. It’s been so much work to bring those here and we kept them in one piece and brought it home, you know we beat the Ferraris and got some significant points as a team.” READ MORE: Verstappen beats Alonso to Monaco GP victory despite rain causing late drama When asked how much of a read he got on the upgrades during the race, Hamilton said: “Next week, Barcelona is the best test circuit for us, so I think it was really difficult here to know. “The car feels really stiff, there were lots of bumps, yeah, tricky but definitely noticed one particular part of the car that was better but I’m sure next week the whole thing will be a much, much better package. via Formula 1 News https://www.formula1.com

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If Elena of Avalor characters had Pokémon: Part One

I was inspired by @dittomander post about this and I've been thinking about this for a while, so here are some of my own headcannons for their Pokemon:

Princess Isabel - Bronzor - Isa was so excited to get her starter, she's always thought that steel types are really cool and was so happy that the local place where you get your starter pokémon had one. It uses its psychic abilities to help her carry around large pieces of scrap metal and equipment so she can make even bigger inventions. She got her starter on the same day that Christina got her starter and that is how they met and became friends. (They are also technically rivals but friendly rivals, like Hop or Nemona. It eventually becomes a Bronzong, and Elena pointed out how perfect it is for her because it looks like a bell, the perfect Pokemon for her sister IsaBEL, and Isabel replied to her with the most exasperated sigh you've ever heard.

Luisa - Slurpuff - When she was a girl working in her parents’ chocolate shop, it was always surrounded by Swirlix, and she would feed extra chocolate to them. When she was old enough to have her first Pokémon, she chose one of those little guys. She then taught it to play Olaball with her, which after it learned how to bounce the ball without it getting stuck to its fur, it really enjoyed. Eventually it became a Slurpuff after she did a trade-tradeback with Francisco. It also enjoys helping her with baking, but Luisa has to make sure it doesn't eat all of the cookies before they finish them.

Francisco - Roserade - As a kid, he was always challenging people to Pokémon battles and going off through forests and beaches with his Roselia looking for adventure, leading into his adventures with Los Tres. He found a shiny stone for it on one of his last missions with Los Tres. Even when he stopped adventuring, it still reminded him of the past, in a good way. Nowadays it helps him with gardening.

Esteban - Phione - He found it when he was sailing to a political meeting. It was clinging to the side of the ship and it looked really hungry so he sort of picked it up and fed it and then it wanted to be his best friend forever. He hasn't realized it's a mythical Pokémon yet. A person will just come up to him like, “Wow, isn't that a super special pokémon?” and he's like “Yes, all my pokemon are super special to me.”

Armando - Banette - Armando was a lonely child and his brother didn't make that any easier for him. So sometimes, in his spare time, he would make puppets. But when his brother found out he said that it was a stupid hobby and threw them out. Armando was devastated until the next night when his puppet came back, but as a Pokémon! It had helped him with his farm chores and when he grew up and got a job at the palace it could help carry around extra scrolls. But its favorite thing to do with Armando is helping him with the puppet shows he performs for the kids, (it is technically a puppet after all). It can help levitate props or move around extra puppets or even perform in the shows itself. Some people think it looks pretty spooky at first, but soon they realize that it's just as kind and sweet as its trainer.

Doña Paloma - Swanna: This flying type is quite skilled at battling (because losing Pokemon battles means giving up your money to the winner) but Paloma would rather defeat other trainers in pokemon beauty contests, of which she and Swanna are famous for winning. Paloma also makes use of the move fly to get around town, because you have to be fast when you're in business!

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Carman Guzman - Morpeko - It has the least picky taste of any other Pokemon in town and would happily eat anything Carman cooked for it regardless of the quality, much to her delight and her brother's annoyance.

Julio Guzman - Lurantis - He is very proud of how bright and colourful its leaves look and takes special care to make sure it is healthy and well-groomed at all times. He entered it in a Pokemon contest once, and it beat Doña Paloma’s Swanna. She will probably hold a grudge against him forever.

Marlena - Skeledirge: It’s able to sing along quite well to her songs and gives the performances extra fire! Many people think it looks scary before they get to know it, but quickly learn that it’s sweet and friendly. (Marlena can relate to Armando about this.)

Higgins - Wooper (Galarian): Wooper is a precious good little bean and is perfect for Higgins. Higgins buys/makes little hats for it to match any funny hats that he wears. Wooper loves wearing hats and always rides on his shoulder.

Ixlan - Tynamo: Ixlan used to have another Pokemon before being sealed away, but that one is long gone by the time they are freed. So instead the Lightning Warrior finds a tiny little Tynamo and declares that it has a mighty spirit and they will train them to become a powerful lightning warrior as well. Even though it's quite small and weak, the Tynamo is very determined to become strong and takes great joy in every Pokemon battle it’s in.

Antonia - Leavanny: Leavanny was quite good at helping Antonia with tailoring work and when it found out about her dream of becoming a guard it learned Leaf Blade and Swords Dance to help her with fencing.

Tomiko - Klefki - She is so enthusiastic about her Pokémon she won't even challenge you to a Pokémon battle, she'll just pull it out like “Look at my Klefki, isn't it amazing?!” Metalworking is her hobby and she makes a bunch of keys for it to hold.

Felicia - Oricorio: Back in her heyday, where she was performing dance for people with her husband it was normally in Baile Style performing along with them. But after her husband went to the spirit world as they say, she had it in Sensu Style hoping that maybe it could connect with his ghost.

Rafa de Alva - Oinkologne - It is just as headstrong and diligent as its trainer when it comes to keeping things organized a certain way. It was very good at helping Rafa look after Mateo when he was a baby.

Roberto Núñez - Heatmor - It's actually pretty lazy. It'll normally just curl up on the floor of the bakery and have a high temperature nap. Roberto often brags that out of all the bakeries in town, he doesn't need to pay for coal or firewood because he has a Pokémon that can naturally cook the bread for him.

Blanca Núñez - Dachsbun: Roberto got it for her after they got married and she just loves this little bread dog. She takes it on walks in the park every afternoon and it has become the bakeries unofficial mascot.

Daniel Turner - Pelipper: It helps him deliver messages to sailors on other ships. When Naomi was really small she would climb on its beak to ride it, which would always end in chaos.

Scarlett Turner - Crawdaunt: Even though this type of Pokemon is normally notoriously difficult to train, Scarlet was more than up to the challenge. Sailors far and wide know about Scarlett & her pokemon's battle prowess, on land and the sea.

Antonio Agama & Pablo Agama - Solrock & Lunatone: Found them both at the old rock that they used to play at when they were kids. After they grew apart anyone who pointed out that they had similar Pokemon to each other would be ignored immediately. Using their psychic/rock abilities, they make it easier to find artifacts in ruins to study (or steal).

Professor Mendoza - Excadrill - It carefully helps her unearth ancient treasures. Its expression naturally looks pretty tough, but whenever it finds something in the dirt it will just look up so expectantly like “look I did it I found something!” Mendoza is very proud of it, even when it turns out that all they found was just an old tree root.

Professor Ochoa - Emolga - She is definitely the kind of professor who would be giving young trainers their starter Pokémon. Emolga usually rides around on her head and helps her whenever her experiments need an extra spark of energy.

Octavio - Aggron: Octavio first found it when it was just a tiny little Aron eating up some scrap metal after he'd done a repair job, so he decided to take it along with him and feed it any other scrap metal he had. Over the years because of its good diet as well as moving around heavy things to assist Octavio with his job, it's actually become very very strong. Any kids looking to have a quick battle should really think twice before they try challenging these two.

#elena of avalor #eoa #pokemon #isabel flores #esteban flores #luisa flores #francisco flores #Doña Paloma #Armando #my headcanons #pokemon eoa AU #2023-05-03 #part two coming soon

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