'I dunno what this is' - my usual trope lmao but I'm just happy to have written something. this week was great emotionally but also exhausting and a drag so this may not be the greatest but I'm happy about it. As always, idk where this is going or if its even going anywhere. also as always, I haven't read it over lol we are working with vibes over here. I had this idea last night so theres that at least
Lewis stares at the guy who is supposed to be replacing Seb for the summer break, while he goes off on a well needed family vacation. Originally Lewis hadn’t needed a supplemental security guy, but then he’d started getting an increased amount of hate mail again ever since he eclipsed Max and Charles to be P1 in the championship standings again.
It was a great feeling, being P1. Even if the trade off sometimes meant that people took out their pitchforks.
Either way, he didn’t think this new guy would make the cut. He was cute, but he needed more than a pretty face to keep him safe. Didn’t matter if he came by Seb's personal request.
He was cute in a douchey Italian way, with his grown in facial hair and kinda wild curls. Lewis watched him as Seb gave him the run down, he was listening attentively at least and nodding along. Finally they joined Lewis out on the terrace, Seb looking as stern as ever and the new guy looking chill as if they were here for lunch.
“Lewis, this is Daniel Ricciardo, the guy I told you about.” Seb introduced, Daniel leaned forward to shake Lewis’ hand with a smile. Lewis looked him up and down, trying to place the military training that Seb claimed they had together. He didn’t see it, but he trusted his guy.
“Enchante.” Daniel grinned.
“You look like you were out partying last night, man.” Lewis said with a grin. Daniel laughed and his face got maybe ten times prettier.
“Yeah nah that's just my face. I can't help my dashing his looks.” Daniel shrugged carelessly. “I've been told it's quite punchable but what can you do, eh?”
That startled a laugh out of Lewis which in turn made Daniel grin even more. Lewis wanted to amend his previous impression of him, he was dangerous.
“So Seb says you’ve had an uptick in threatening DMs?” Daniel’s face became more focused, brows drawn in. it was Lewis’ turn to be blaise.
“No more than usual.” Lewis shrugged, he saw Seb shift from his periphery and Daniel raised a brow.
Daniel made a clicking sound with his tongue before turning to Seb. “Yeah, I’ll just stay, those kinda threats can go left pretty fast.” He was motioning with his hands and Lewis couldn’t stop looking at his fingers. His hands looked strong, steady. He had a tattoo on his wrist but his long sleeves prevented Lewis from seeing much else.
“Ah, bet.” Seb was saying. “And Lew is vegan, like I told you. That won’t be a problem I assume?”
Lewis wanted to roll his eyes, as if he would force anyone to become vegan to work for him. Daniel grinned again and Lewis was drawn to his face.
“Oh yeah I'm cool with being vegan for the next month or so.” Then he laughed, a wild but fun sound, “I had a fried chicken burger this morning as a send off anyway.”
“For breakfast?” Lewis asked dubiously.
“For brekkie. With an oat milk latte.” Daniel crossed his heart as if he was attempting to be a boy scout. Lewis was horrified with himself to find out that it was endearing him to the unserious man.
“Alright perfect. Thanks man, you really are doing me a solid.” Seb looked relieved that Daniel seemed to have passed some test. Lewis hadn’t realized any of them were being tested, but he trusted that Seb knew what he was looking for.
“No sweat mate, call us even for Ibiza.” Daniel grinned a squinty eyed grin when Seb threw his head back and cackled. Lewis looked on confused but content to let it go, he would have more than enough time in the next few weeks to try to get information out of Daniel. Especially information about how Seb was when they were younger.
Daniel eventually left with a spare key, saying he would go pack a bag and be back in an hour. It was just Lewis and Seb.
“You sure about this guy?” Lewis asked, leaning against the kitchen counter and staring into his friend’s blue blue eyes.
“100% I trust him with my life. Just.. keep your regular schedule, he’ll blend in an you’ll forget he’s even here.” Seb shrugged, Lewis looked at him dubiously.
“Yeah fine. If you say so.”
They walked to the door together, Seb would be heading back to Switzerland tonight. Seb looked at him assessing for a moment.
“Be truthful with me, if you’re uncomfortable with the situation we can figure something out.”
“No, Seb it’s fine. Go, have fun with Kimi and the kids. We’ll be fine here.” Lewis rolled his eyes.
“Fine fine. Sure sure. Just promise me something?”
“What’s that?”
Seb’s eyes became teasing. “Don’t fuck him, yeah?” Then he cackled all the way out the door, leaving Lewis stunned.
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on the topic of yearning and idols
or: "For me, he was my greatest idol since I started driving karts. Racing driver Michael Schumacher is my hero, the motivation to win races. The sport interests me, fascinates me, and there are other racing drivers, but there was nobody like him." - Sebastian Vettel
sources, in no order because i cant anymore, i used the wayback machine for this thing thats how insane i am:
this post by lovely @feraltwinkseb (and i think i may have downloaded some other pics that i had on my phone from your blog so THANK YOU; this; this; this; this; this; this; and this (yes i am exactly that pretentious). pics taken from pinterest mostly.
poetry: richard siken (of fucking course) // cj hauser // lucille clifton // doc luben
all screnschots taken from Schumacher (2021). all german translations are made by me :)
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