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repercussions // daniil kvyat

summary: tired of flying under the radar after moving to monaco with her athlete sister, the last thing y/n expected was to fall in love with the russian she met at the bookstore.

so tired of this stagnant place that I’ve been living in, don’t know how it happened but I’m wearing thin

pairing: daniil kvyat x female reader

warnings: mentions of sex & suggestive content. y/n has a complicated relationship with her sister but the love is still there. potentially badly translated russian.

this is pretty long so I apologize in advance.

authors note: this is what happens when I go on vacation and can’t sleep at three in the morning because of time zones and then remember that one picture of dany and penelope for her third birthday

translation guide: meelaya= russian for darling

monte carlo. a city that never sleeps.

so it’s absolutely the wrong place for y/n y/l/n. the city’s saving grace was the quiet booksellers on a side street, set back from the bustling casinos.

she was a quiet person, a homebody. the kind of person that monte carlo would chew up and spit back out again. the kind of person that preferred a five-storey bookstore to a party boat ride in the middle of the night. the kind of person that didn’t care for the nightlife, or the hordes of world-class athletes that flocked to the tax haven every year.

the heels of her fall boots clicked against the marble tiles as she wove between the wooden shelves, running her fingers over the paperback covers and breathing in the smell of brand new, unread books.

she was curious by nature, a habit that had gotten her in trouble more times than she could count in her twenty-four years of life.

y/n crossed into the romance section, eyes scanning the shelves for the latest from emily henry. the brightly coloured covers were on the top shelf, the pop art designs springing off the shelves as she dropped her canvas tote bag, resting it against the wall as she stepped onto the bottom shelf, testing her weight before extending her arm and reaching for ‘book lovers.’

it was just her luck that the soft paperback was set back from the rest and required some serious reaching in order to find a good grip on the book. she had almost grabbed it when she lost her footing, falling backwards from the shelf.

this is it. this is how I die, she thought, waiting for the moment that her skull would crack against the shelf behind her.

a moment that never came.

y/n looked up, heart racing, into the eyes of her saviour.

he had a soft face, one that was imperfect and oblong, yet still charming and inviting.

“are you okay?” his accent was hard to place, but if y/n had to guess, she would have said russian.

“yeah, yeah I’m alright.” she said quietly, slowly regaining her breath as the stranger helped her back to her feet “thank you for catching me, that could have gone very badly if you hadn’t.”

“no need to thank me. what is the point of having good reflexes of you don’t put them to good use?”

y/n chuckled, kneeling down to help the man pick up the books he had cast aside. “russian literature and childrens books? that’s an odd combination.”

the stranger laughed. “so says the woman who just fell off a bookshelf trying to get a romance book.”

she rolled her eyes. “ouch.”

“if you must know, crime and punishment is for me, and the childrens books are for my daughter.”

somehow that information hit y/n like whiplash. so much for her meet cute if the hot guy was already committed to somebody else.

“how old is she?” y/n asked gently, passing the stack back

“almost three. she’s with my ex girlfriend and her new guy this weekend. he’s a fucking red bull driver, off god knows where.”

of course she had heard of the infamous formula one drivers that called monaco home. in fact, her sister lived in the same building as three of them. however they did not run in the same crowds, you see. her sister was the life of the party when all y/n wanted to do was be where the hordes of people were not.

“I’m sorry to hear that things didn’t work out.”

“no worries. I’m over it.” he stuck out a hand. “danill. danill kvyat.”

“y/n.” she smiled, shaking his warm, calloused hand “thank you for saving me from certain death:”

“oh come on, that fall wouldn’t have killed you.”

“you don’t know that.”

you see, y/n y/l/n is a worrier in every sense of the word. worrying about how other people see her, how people react to the things that she does.

every possible outcome of every possible situation.

if there was something to worry about, y/n worried about it.

she lived in an almost constant state of melodrama, her mother used to say.

the pair continued their walk through the bookstore, heading towards the cash desk as they engaged in idle chatter, neither party dropping any big identifiers about their lives in the process.

“let me pay for that.” danill insisted as they got closer and closer to the till

“absolutely not.” y/n insisted, clutching the paperback to her chest. “I am perfectly capable of buying myself a book.”

really, she wasn’t. monte carlo is a very expensive city, despite the lack of taxes. but she had underspent on groceries that week, and had change to spare on new reading material to add to her never ending to be read stack.

but she still has her pride, and therefore she wasn’t going to let a beautiful russian stranger (whose name she now knew) pay for her.

“come on, it’s the least I can do to repay you for listening to me talk.”

“you’ve already saved my life today, you don’t need to buy my books as well.”

“but I insist!” daniil persisted as the young girl behind the counter rang up the purchase and read the total.

“it’s no big deal, daniil. thank you for the offer.” y/n thought the argument was over until she reached for her bag and realized it was no longer over her shoulder, spitting out a curse. “fuck. daniil, can you stay here while I run and grab my bag?”

the russian nodded, but as soon as y/n had slunk back behind the shelves, he whipped out his visa card and tapped the machine, paying for the book anyways.

when y/n came back, the line had already moved on, and the russian was standing against a table, two Papier bags in hand.

“you paid for it as soon as my back was turned, didn’t you?”

“guilty as charged.” daniil grinned, passing y/n the bag

“at least let me buy you a coffee or something.” y/n insisted. “I’m the one that should be repaying you, not the other way around.

really, she just wanted to spend more time with daniil, something akin to butterflies erupting in her stomach when she thought about his gentle smile, or his boisterous laugh.

it was like something straight out of a romance book.

they ended up going for lunch at a cafe down the road from the booksellers, and area of town that was still miles less busy than the rest of the casino city.

“so after you two broke up, she started dating your replacement at red bull ? that’s cold, man.”

that lunch would be the day they really got to know each other.

“what brings a girl like you to monaco? it doesn’t seem your style.”

“it’s not. my sister is a professional athlete. martial arts. I’m her manager, and she thought that it was okay to upend my entire life and drag me halfway across the world to live here with her because she didn’t want to be alone, which I understand, but now she has dropped me in that same spot she didn’t want to be in. I don’t really like change all that much, and there’s been too much of it lately for me to handle. I don’t make friends as easily as she does.”

daniil smiled “well, you’ve just made a friend now.”

it was the first time that y/n felt that she could be so brutally honest without consequence, without fear of saying something wrong or how the other party might react.

and for daniil, it was the first time he had felt seen, felt understood since his relationship with kelley had imploded.

they both felt at home with each other.

one lunch turned into two, which turned into a proper date, then two then three. then dates turned into heated kisses and wandering touches, nights at each other’s apartments, sheets clinging to sweaty skin.

but through all of this, y/n has still never met penelope, daniils little girl.

it was a cool october night, and nothing in y/n’s life felt right. it had been a long day at work for her day job, and she dreaded the realization that she still had a few tedious promotional tasks to perform in her sisters best interest.

as she was leaving the high rise building, she felt like she wanted to cry. she was supposed to meet daniil for dinner, and it was the last thing that she wanted to do: she was exhausted and annoyed from everything that had gone wrong in her day, her unshaven legs were an eyesore, and she was certain that her eye makeup made her look like a raccoon.

the sunshine yellow mercedes that sat in her parking space was the one luxury she had allowed herself after moving to monaco. she had saved for years to afford the amg car and it had taken more of her savings than she would have liked. she slid inside, dropping her tote bag in the backseat before turning on the stereo, resting her head against the steering wheel and letting out a scream, an old metallica song playing in the background.

when she was done having her little moment, she reached for her phone and dialled daniils number, running through all of the possible ways that she could articulate the way she was feeling, the anxiety coursing through her veins about the mere thought od trying to balance all of the things she needed to do for her sister against her date with dany and her downtime.

“hey, dan.” she started “listen, I’ve had a really long day and I still have stuff to do so I’m not sure that I’m gonna be able to make it tonight, I’m nowhere near ready and I didn’t realize how late it was getting.”

“hey, hey. y/n, it’s okay.” daniil soothed, his voice almost bringing tears to y/n’s eyes. “we don’t have to go out tonight. listen, I’ll order some takeaway and cancel the babysitter. we can stay in tonight, and I’ve got penelope which usually means a night full of pixar movies. don’t go home alone, meelaya. an empty house isn’t good for you.”

“yeah, okay. I’ll be there in half an hour?”

“that sounds great. hey, are you listening to metallica?”

y/n laughed. in the months she had known daniil, she learned to love that the russian loved heavy music. she had been raised in a household of classic rock and hair metal, and had even gone through the traditional and often regrettable emo phase, and had gotten her name on the wait list for the my chemical romance reunion tour.

“of course. see you soon, okay babe?”

“I love you.”

“love you more, dany.”

when she got to daniils apartment, she felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. relief surged through her body as the russian opened the door, pulling her in for a gentle kiss.

although his dating life had hit a standstill after kelley, he had never lost his touch, his kiss as soft and passionate as ever.

“daddy!” a small voice shouted from the other room “is y/n here yet?”

daniil laughed, pulling y/n into his chest for a hug. “yes, princess. come bring her your gift.”

the apartment echoed with footsteps as penelope kvyat ran into the front hall, carrying with her a bouquet of flowers bigger than she was.

“these are for you. I helped pick them out.” the three-year-old proclaimed, thrusting the bouquet towards y/n, who took them with a smile.

“thank you, penelope! they’re gorgeous.”

“hey, pen, remember I told you you could give y/n the flowers but then you had to go do your math homework?”

“who gives math homework to a three year old?”

“it’s literally addition and subtraction, she could finish it in ten minutes if she wanted to go but she gets distracted easily.”

after some minor complaints, penelope disappeared back into the dining room, allowing y/n to have some space and some private time with her lover.

“hey,” daniil said softly, reaching for y/ns hand “if this gets overwhelming for you, just tell me. please. I know it’s a lot and we’re still only a few months in-“

“dany, it’s okay.” y/n cut him off with a soft kiss. “she seems like a really sweet kid.” she grinned mischievously “and besides, every girl loves a dilf.”

daniil chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to her neck. “lucky for us, pen has an early bedtime.”

the night went by faster than y/n could have imagined, and with each passing minute she was happier that she had decided to go to dans rather than back to her own, empty flat. dinner was traditional russian that daniil had picked up from a place down the road: perogies and creamy mashed potatoes, with dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets for penelope.

pen was very excited to meet y/n, and spent the night showering her in compliments about her manicured nails, her dress, the colour of her eyes.

after dinner, it was a scene that oddly reminded y/n of when she and daniil had first met each other, and subsequently argued over something as pointless over who was going to lay for the romance book she had fallen off the shelf trying to find.

daniil kept insisting that y/n should sit down and put her feet up, especially after the day she had, and y/n kept insisting that she was going to help clean things up, thinking that it was the least she could do in return for the evening.

and y/n y/l/n was putting the days of taking no for an answer behind her.

which is how she ended up washing dishes while dany cleared the table, the russian unable to resist playfully tapping her ass as he walked past with a stack of plates.

“do you want to talk about what happened earlier today, now that penelope is in the other room? it’s okay if you don’t want to, I just thought that talking about why your day sucked as much as it did might make you feel better.”

that was one of the things she liked most about the russian: he was a good listener, letting her vent whenever she needed to, or listening to her talk herself through an anxious spiral, and he was on standby to help however he could if either party determined that it was needed.

“I’m sick of working two jobs. I can’t work at the firm, and manage my sister at the same time, its getting to be too much. the law job was supposed to keep me sane, it’s what I studied for, committed too. but I think I kept the job to prove to emmy that I don’t need to rely on her, that I can do just fine on my own, but somewhere deep down I hate that she’s found so much success and so much wealth and that I have just been dragged along for the ride.” she complained, aggressively using a dishcloth to clean one of the ceramic plates. “thank god I have a day off tomorrow, I need a fucking break.”

daniil didn’t say anything, knowing that y/n just needed space to vent, instead gently pulling her into his arms.

“why are families so damn complicated?”

dany smiled. “who knows, my love? who knows?”

after the dishes were done, the couple joined penelope in the sitting room: daniil in the middle of the couch, and pen and y/n on either side of him, a large bowl of microwave popcorn on his lap, ‘cars’ playing on the tv in front of them.

“daddy?” penelope asked, sitting up on the couch.

“yes, princess.” dany smiled

“can you braid my hair?” the toddler asked, a plastic disney hairbrush in hand

daniil chuckled, moving around on the couch to make space. “of course, sweetheart.”

it was a scene that made y/n’s heart stop and swell, watching daniil expertly plait his daughters hair. it was something so nurturing, and so domestic that for a split second, she could see this in her future, she saw this as her forever.

and that scared her.

“does this mean that you’re gonna braid my hair as well?” y/n asked with a grin, leaning on danys shoulder.

daniil turned his head, smiling back. “can you sit still long enough?”

“of course.” she teased, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before lowering her voice “do I get to call you daddy as well?” she joked, quickly kissing him again instead of waiting for an answer

so imagine her surprise when, after gently parting her hair and running his fingers over her skin, daniil leaned in and whispered “try it later and find out.”

it sent shivers rippling down her skin, combined with the loving way that he was holding her, two sharp contrasts that made her feel butterflies.

the end credits rolled, and penelope was sent off to get ready for bed while daniil and y/n (with her hair freshly braided) tidied the sitting room.

“I was going to wait until the morning, but after the day that you’ve had, I think I’ll give these to you now.” the russian smiled, digging through a desk drawer. “I e been planning this for weeks and there was a whole big reveal planned, but it’s whatever.”

“what’s this?” y/n gawked, looking at the white letter envelope dany pushed into her hand

“just open it and see.”

with a smile, y/n placed the empty plastic popcorn bowl back on the counter and used her fingernail to open the envelope, gently pulling out the sheets of paper inside with a gasp.

“a weekend in paris to see metallica?!”

“kelley and max have pen that whole week, it’s been ages since I’ve been to a concert, and the two of us have never done a weekend away.” daniil hummed, striding towards y/n and placing his hands on her waist. “what do you say? come to paris with me?”

y/n pushed onto her tip-toes, pressing a deep kiss to daniil’s lips. “of course I will. I love you.”

dany kissed her again with a smile. “I love you more.”

“not possible.”

they stood in the middle of the kitchen, wrapped in an embrace as they kissed, hands tangling in hair before daniil scooped her off her feet.

“I swear to god, if you hit my head on the cabinets again-“ y/n giggled as the former f1 driver placed her on the granite counter.

“it was one time!” he laughed, kissing her again as she looped her arms around his neck, gently biting down on his lip as she tried to pull him closer, legs wrapped around his waist.

“daddy?”

the interruption made both parties jump, with daniil hitting his head on the cabinet door handle.

“jesus christ.” y/n muttered, a hand over her heart as she slid off the counter. “pen, you scared us.”

“y/n,” penelope started, clutching a stuffed rabbit in her arms “can you read me a bedtime story?”

touched by the little girls request, she turned to daniil. “is that okay with you?”

“of course. it’s an honour for pen to ask you that.” dan chuckled, ruffling his daughters hair.

so y/n sat with penelope in the small, but cozy pink room, reading from a copy of harry potter and the philosophers stone that pen’s uncle charles had gotten her for her birthday, insisting that she was old enough for wizards now. daniil paused in the doorway, snapping a photo of his two favourite girls curled up next to each other as penelope started to fall asleep.

months passed, and y/n and daniil had officially moved in together. unable to decide whose apartment they were going to move into, they ended up buying a small townhouse together, away from the cluster of f1 related personnel living in monte carlo.

the master bedroom was y/n’s favourite room, flooded with light from the skylight over the dresser and the large picture windows, a metallica poster over the queen sized bed (with the floral duvet creating fantastic contrast) and the wall full of books, the favourite literature of the two lovers mending perfectly to create their own miniature library. the room had an ensuite and took up an entire floor, reminding y/n of her uncles house in yorkshire.

penelope’s room was directly below, painted in an eggshell blue so pale that it could be mistaken for white, a plush bed piled high with pillows and stuffed animals in the middle of the room.

throughout the move, dany had been fielding calls from his agent, desperate to find something new to keep him going since he couldn’t race in europe anymore.

and y/n had finally put her foot down, telling her sister to find a new manager because she wanted to focus on her day job.

weeks went by, their weekend away drawing closer and closer, offering both parties a break from their lives. soon enough, the weekend was planned to a T, suitcases packed and waiting at the door, airbnb rented and ready.

it was a three day trip: one for getting there and sightseeing, one for daytime love making and the actual concert and one for the return flight to monaco.

the flight was seamless, and getting through the airport was a breeze. daniil hired a private car, and did most of the driving himself. when they got to the rented penthouse, he scooped a blushing and giggling y/n into his arms and carried her through the doorway with a wide grin on his face.

leaving their suitcases in the living room, the couple explored the old apartment, marvelling at the french architecture.

y/n got to the bedroom first, staring dreamily out of the picture window at the view of paris, the bustling streets and the old buildings, with the eiffel tower standing high above it all in the distance.

daniil thought it was the most beautiful sight it the world: his girlfriend bathed in soft daylight, her motley crue shirt tied up at the bottom to reveal her gorgeous stomach, skinny jeans that made her ass look flawless.

everything about y/n was stunning, and he made sure to remind her of that every chance that he got.

the russian came up behind her, gently running his fingers up and down her arms, placing a gentle kiss behind her ear.

“do you like it?”

“baby, I love it. I can’t believe I’m in paris, and tomorrow night I’m seeing metallica in concert.”

she turned around slowly, pulling dany in by the collar of his shirt so that his body was caging her against the window ledge. she kissed him gently, one hand on his chest and the other coming around to playfully squeeze his ass.

“change of plans.” daniil muttered breathily against her lips “we sightsee tomorrow, but right now, we are getting naked in that bed and not leaving until I have made you cum at least three times.”

the day of the concert arrived, and the penthouse was abuzz with excitement as the couple got ready, blaring spotifys ‘this is metallica’ playlist from the surround sound speakers.

the lovers were hand in hand as they filed into the arena with the rest of the general admissions crowd, and they barely let go of each other the entire time: from their clasped hands during ‘master of puppets’ as the jumped with the crowd, broad smiles on their faces, to y/n on his shoulders, high above the crowd during ‘for whom the bell tolls’.

they were giddy with laughter and slightly tipsy as they walked up the stairs to the penthouse, exhausted from the pure adrenaline of the heavy metal concert when they collapsed on the bed, not even taking off their shoes as they curled up with each other, daniils arms wrapped tightly around y/ns torso.

the following morning, y/n slowly shifted awake when she felt the bed move, daniils arms sliding away from her body. she was half awake when he sat down next to her, draping a plush blanket over her body.

“go back to bed, meelaya. you look exhausted.” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “have fun last night?”

“it was incredible.” she smiled widely, pushing up on her elbows to give him a kiss.

“I’m just running out to get some breakfast. how do chocolate crepes sound?”

“perfect.” she said softly, kissing him again. “drive safe.”

after daniil had left, y/n fell back asleep, banking another half hour before she woke up again, wondering why her lover wasn’t back yet. she tried not to think too much about it at first, getting in the shower in an attempt to avoid calling him in a panic, dressing in her tour shirt from the night before and a simple pair of lavender panties before going to the kitchen and making a hot chocolate, a dozen panicked scenarios seeping into her mind until her phone buzzed.

will be home in ten minutes. I have good news!🫶🏻

danill came back as y/n was getting the table set, a massive grin on his face.

“you know how I was calling around to all of those nascar teams to try and get a seat for the fall?” he started, wrapping his arms around y/n from behind

“yeah, what about it? did you get a call back?” she couldn’t keep the excitement out of her voice

dany nodded “herzeberg called while I was out. I’m going to drive in nascar!”

y/n shrieked “dany that’s amazing!” she said, throwing her arms around him, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I’m so proud of you!”

“I couldn’t have done it without you, meelaya.”

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