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vanishingcherry · 1 year

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A WHOLE NEW WORLD

pairings: f1 grid x leclerc!driver reader, charles leclerc x sister!reader

warnings: sexism, hugging, talk about the possibility of a car crash, 2021 f1 grid

authors note: i was thinking of making this a series, so let me know if thats something you would be interested in! (like leclerc driver in different situations throughout the seasons after her debut in 2021)

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Sitting on a flight to Bahrain, it would be an understatement to say that Y/N was nervous. She sat next to her brother, Charles, with Arthur sitting across from her, fast asleep against the headrest of the plane seat.

Charles was going into his 4th season in Formula 1, his third with Ferrari. Y/N, however, was going into her first, following her older brother's footsteps as she started out her rookie season with Sauber, or Alfa Romeo as it was now called.

Looking out the window, she watched in amazement as the city lights sparkled in the night. She had been to Bahrain before, during her time in F3 and F2 with Prema, but landing as a Formula 1 driver was a different feeling altogether.

Y/N was confident in the car. 3 days of preseason testing allowed her to get accustomed to all the differences from the F2 cars. While it definitely wasn't at the level of Mercedes, Ferrari or Red Bull, she was sure that she would be able to get at least a few points over the course of the season.

She was also extremely lucky to be paired with Kimi for her rookie season. The seasoned driver was known to be extremely less talkative, but she was sure she would pick up a few tips by just being in his presence. They had even had a short conversation during the pre-season testing during which Kimi told her that he was glad to have her as a teammate. Y/N never really realised just how much that statement meant to her until now, easing some of the nerves.

After landing, she and Charles walk through customs and head outside together, Arthur and Lorenzo following not too far behind. Immediately met by thousands of fans, she watches an unfazed Charles make his way towards them, smiling and signing posters and caps. She watches in awe for a second before a voice calling her name catches Y/N's attention.

"Y/N! Can you sign my cap please!"

She looks over to see a young girl amongst the crown and makes her way to the barrier. Kneeling over, she grabs the pen and signs the cap with a big smile.

"Are you going to watch the race?" Y/N smile turns even bigger when the girl nods.

"We've got seats at turn 3. I hope you get points! I love you!"

She laughs at the response, giving the girl a quick hug before making her way down the fans lined up.

There were dozens of people there, waving flags and notebooks for her to sign. Others just wanted a quick hug or a picture, which Y/N quickly obliged to. While she couldn't interact with everybody there, she made sure to as many people as possible.

Almost all of them were shouting words of encouragement and support, compliments hitting her from all sides. Surprised by how many people wanted her to sign things and take pictures, it was almost half an hour later when she finally sat down in the car, slumping against the seat as it made its way to the hotel. Her hand hurting from the number of autographs she had given out.

"There were so many people who wanted me to sign stuff" She said to Charles. "I didn't think there would be that many. All the girls were so excited."

"You're the first female driver Y/N, of course they were excited. I'm so proud of you, everyone is." Charles smiles as he replies, knowing just how hard it was to make it to F1, even more so as a girl. "Papa and Jules would be so, so happy."

"Thats P12 Y/N! Great job!"

The engineer's voice comes through the radio, conveying to Y/N her qualifying results.

"Oh my god! 12th is crazy, thank you! Where did Charles place? And Kimi?" Happy that Charles qualified 4th she celebrated, although she was slightly confused as to how she qualified ahead of Kimi who was 14th.

"There was an issue with his car." Her engineer explains, before telling her to switch off the engine and prepare for strategy discussion.

Y/N was just a few tenths off from making Q3 in her debut. Nonetheless, P12 was an amazing standing for the start of the race, and she was overjoyed at the prospect of getting points at her first ever F1 race.

As she makes her way to the driver rooms, Charles catches up to her, giving her a quick hug. "Xavi told me you qualified 12th! Congratulations! Get points tomorrow okay?"

She nods in response, congratulating him for qualifying P4 before once again making her way to the driver's room. She received many pats on the back on her way there, some from drivers and others from reporters and general people around the paddock.

Walking into the motorhome, Kimi is quick to congratulate her. Y/N expresses her sympathy for his qualifying position, but Kimi is quick to brush it aside. Having been in the sport this long, he knew that a bad qualifying doesn't mean a bad race.

After the discussions with the team for the next day's strategy had been closed, Y/N heads out, wanting to get a good nights rest before her first race.

The only goal for the next day was to race well and hopefully get a few points. Y/N knew that Alfa Romeo was feeling the pressure just as much as she was, being the team that signed the first female driver. All she wanted was to learn as much as possible while proving herself to the world.

"Just learn", is what the team principle had said not an hour ago. "Learn as much as you can, enjoy, and try not to crash the car."

Just as the rookie opens the taxi door, a voice calling out her name makes her turn around. At the sight of Sebastian, she pulls out her earphones.

The driver had just made the switch to Aston Martin, being Charles's teammate the year before. "I heard you qualified 12th! Thats amazing!"

Shyly she laughs. "Yeah, thank you so much!"

"Is anyone giving you a hard time?" he asks, fully prepared to defend Y/N. Sebastian had been an advocate for women in this sport for a long time, and was truly delighted that the step had finally be taken. Truth be told, he was honoured that he would be getting the opportunity to race against Y/N, even though she would insist it was the other way round.

"Not really," she replies. "Just a few fans on social media and stuff, saying it's a 'mans' sport."

"Ah, I think Hanna showed me a few of those posts." Sebastian mutters, thinking back to a weekend ago when his wife showed him the latest news, courtesy to the driver not having any social media accounts of his own. "Ignore them, we all know that you're amazing and believe me, you absolutely deserve to be here."

The 4 time world champion was speaking from experience. He had kept an eye on her the previous year. Although they hadn't talked much, other than when she was in the garage to visit Charles, Sebastian was ecstatic when he heard that the young girl had won the F2 Championship.

"I bet you'll get points tomorrow, you're just that good."

"Ah thanks Seb!" Y/N is close to blushing at that comment, overwhelmed with the number of compliments she had been receiving over the course of the day.

After another few moments of chatting, Sebastian walks away to his own car, leaving Y/N to get in hers and get back to the hotel. Popping her earphones back in, she relaxes against the seat, ready for what the race would bring.

"It's lights out and away we go for the first time in the 2021 season!"

The voice of David Croft is heard all around the world, thousands having tuned in to watch the start of the new season. Y/N gets a good start, overtaking Perez and moving up to P11 by turn 1.

Ahead of her now was Stroll in the Aston Martin. Staying close to him for the next few laps, she manages to overtake him on the straight when DRS opens.

"You're in the points! Push!" Her engineers voice comes through. Behind him the team was watching the screen in suspense, hoping that she would be able to keep the position. They jumped out of their seats nearly every time she got close to another car, worried out of their mind for the driver but excited nonetheless.

Choosing to stay out on track for an extra few laps earns her another two positions as most drivers go in for their pitstop, putting her at P8. Y/N manages to defend her position for majority of the race, keeping the Aston Martins and Red Bull behind her.

Towards the second half of the race, Y/N went in for her pitstop, unfortunately losing a spot in the process. Still, just 13 laps later, Y/N crossed the finish line in P9, having gotten 2 points for the driver standings and the team.

"Thats P9! P9 Y/N! Amazing, amazing job!"

Body in shock, she thanks the team and engineers profusely, jumping out of the car the second she parked it.

"Y/N Leclerc crosses the line in P9, an absolutely stellar performance. The first points scored from a woman in decades, and that too in her first race. I'm sure we can expect nothing short of brilliance from her in the future." Martin Brundle's voice can be heard by all watching.

Still in awe at the moment, all Y/N can think about is the fact that she got points. You did it, you did it, you did it. She runs into the barriers, giving a hug to everyone from Alfa Romeo standing there.

Behind her, Charles comes in for a hug, having heard from his engineer that Y/N placed 9th. "Je t'aime, je suis si fier" i love you, i am so proud

The next few minutes were a blur. Waving to the fans, Y/N can hear them cheer in the background as more and more people come up to her. Lewis pats her helmet on his way to the podium, Max and Valtteri doing the same. Sebastian walks by and offers a hug, widely grinning as he winks and says a quick "Told you so."

It was an out of the world experience. While not everyone may see the importance, everyone on the grid knew exactly how she was feeling. Having worked your entire life to reach F1, the feeling after getting your first points is one that no one would ever forget. One that Y/N would never forget.

"So Y/N, how does it feel having won points in your debut race?" The reporter asks when she enter the media pen. Replays of her crossing the checkered flag in P9 can be seen playing on the television in the background.

"There was a lot of pressure on me to perform well, being the first signed female driver and of course Charles being in Ferrari. People expected a lot. So, I am extremely happy that I was able to deliver."

Her response is short and sweet, as directed by the PR manager, but true nonetheless. There was a lot of controversy when Sauber announced that she would be joining F1 that year, with people on both sides of the spectrum making statements. It meant heaps to her, knowing that she had already started proving the haters wrong.

Toto and Susie Wolff were in support, both mentioning how important it was for more females to enter the sport. The Mercedes Principle having mentioned how "proud" he was, and how her presence would likely "encourage more girls from around the world to enter motorsport."

Susie being having participated in motorsport herself had reached out to Y/N when the news broke, sending her congrats and sharing her enthusiasm. Y/N and her still stay in contact, having just replied to another congratulatory message from Susie before coming out to give interviews.

On the other hand, there were also people who were doubtful of her. "She's entering a sport that has been predominantly male for over 7 decades. The way I see it, I'm not sure she'll be able to handle the needs of this sport. It's a tough sport, and there must be a reason females have never lasted long before." The statement that Red Bull released via their team principle was nothing short of enraging for Y/N, but she knew that she would have to stay calm and prove them wrong on track.

Nonetheless, Y/N knew that she had the support of all the drivers on the grid, all of them having talked to her and shown support during the pre-season testing. It meant a lot to her knowing that world champions like Lewis, Alonso and Sebastian were all rooting for her.

"And how did Charles react to you coming P9?"

"He was very happy," she exclaimed. "A bit jealous I think, because he didn't get points in his debut." Y/N adds, softly chuckling before moving on to the next reporter.

The rest of the media session went well, all the reporters being respectful and truly happy for Y/N. Finally, once the day was over, she went back to the hotel, ready for a night of relaxation.

Not too long after settling down on the couch, she heard a knock and the door handle turning. Charles walks in.

Falling back onto the couch next to her, he says. "The reporter told me what you said to her."

Frowning in response, Y/N pauses the movie. He elaborates. "About me being jealous? Because I didn't get points in my debut?" He gently elbows her in the rib and she laughs in response.

"But its true, no?

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lovelytsunoda · 1 year

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a thousand miles // mick schumacher

summary: searching for life after f1, the race of champions may just have the answer mick needs, in the form of a shy former w series driver who is just as lost as he is

pairing: mick schumacher x female driver!reader

warnings: mentions of guenther steiner/haas, karaoke, matchmaker val returns! corinna the icon is also trying to get her son to go on a date, one small joke about crashing a rally car.

author's note: @magnummagnussen told me this was a terrible idea. i beg to differ : )

the swedish sunlight bounced off the snowdrifts outside of the ski lodge, illuminating the inside of the dining hall where the drivers milled about and socialized, bright smiles on their faces.

mick saw her first.

he was locked in conversation with seb, his eyes catching her just out of the corner of his line of sight, hair braided messily over one shoulder, wearing skinny jeans and a hoodie for a band he's never heard of, a pom pom hat with the race of champions logo on it as she nervously clutched a breakfast tray and tried to figure out where to sit.

normally, she would have sat with jamie chadwick, but the brit had decided to go for an early run, and had left the other former w series driver alone.

it was valtteri who noticed the young german driver's wandering eyes first. with a smile and a sip of his espresso, he waved the young woman over, enjoying the look of panic on mick's face.

"valtteri!" mick hissed. "why would you do that!?"

"because you've been miserable since abu dhabi and you need to let loose a little bit."

mick couldn't exactly protest. since learning that he had been dropped from the haas formula one team just hours before the qualifying session for the last race of the season was due to start, there had been a hole in his heart, something that he couldn't patch up.

but he knew that a short lived roc fling was the last thing that would help him out.

"hi." she said sofltly her voice like music to mick's ears. "can i sit with you guys? jamie kind of left me high and dry this morning."

sebastian smiled, ever the gentleman as he motioned towards the free seat next to him.

the free seat that also happened to be next to a certain young schumacher.

"i'm y/n y/l/n, i used to drive in the w series for quantfury. i'm felipe's teammate for all star team this weekend." she introduced herself as she picked at the paper wrapper on her double chocolate muffin, an untouched mug of hot chocolate and whipped cream on the other end of the tray.

"mick schumacher, fellow racing reject." mick joked nervously, reaching out to shake the young woman's hand. "formerly of the haas formula one team and the ferrari driver's academy. now proudly driving reserve for mercedes."

"i'm technically a part of the alpine young driver's programme, but it's not like they've done any work at getting me closer to driving an f1 car. not that i blame them, all of otmar and laurent's efforts were on the piastri thing this season."

"technicalities only matter in this sport when the fia get what they want." seb hummed. "i'm-"

"sebastian vettel, racing legend!" y/n gushed. "i'm like, a huge fan. i grew up watching you on the telly, i had a poster of you at red bull hanging up in my room. this is so fucking surreal, dude. heck, i walked past mika hakkinen earlier and thought i was going to cry."

the rest of the table laughed. "mick was like that when he was here last year." seb said fondly. "i think everybody is like that when they come here for the first time."

"mika fucking hakkinen, man."

seb and val shared a look before looking back over at mick.

they knew.

the boy was smitten already.

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the press conference took place at exactly noon, and as was typical of the roc, most of the scheduled drivers were late.

it's not that y/n was late on purpose. but she was horrifically lost inside the chalet and had been turned around four or five different time trying to find her way to the conference room, overheating in her race suit in the warm chalet.

the directions were loaded on her phone, but she still felt like it was a lost cause as she rolled up the sleeves of deep blue nomex material, leaning her head against the wall to take a few deep breaths.

everything was fine. everything was okay. she was safe.

she heard voices coming from her left, and her heart skipped a beat.

the press conference. she had found it.

she rushed inside, trying to duck out of view of the cameras as she scurried to the table at the front of the room. catching her eye from the distance, mick waved at her, a small smile on her face that was enough to put a matching smile on her own as she took a seat in between the german and her teammate, felipe drugovich.

"where have you been?" felipe asked quietly.

she shook her head, unwilling to admit that she had gotten lost. "don't worry about it."

"so nice of you to join us, miss y/l/n." one of the reporters said, the young driver snapping to attention and reaching for the desktop microphone, fumbling with it and trying not to knock it over. "with the w series seemingly ended permanently, what's next for you after this weekend?"

"i'm still trying to make my 2023 plans." she said softly, the microphone barely catching her soft voice. she had always hated media commitments. "obviously an f3 place is out of the question right now, and it's pretty obvious that i'm too old for all that now, so i've been looking into these one-off racing opportunities and tests so that i can find out what i want to do in 2024."

she felt her throat get tighter, the sweat forming on the back of her neck as she nervously reached one black polished fingernail to brush an errant strand of hair from her bun to the space behind her ear.

"hey." mick said softly, nudging her in the side. "you're doing great."

she took a deep breath before flashing mick a smile as she continued talking.

"i've got a few races lined up with the nascar xfinity series down in the united states, and i'm really looking forward to it. racing in america has a completely different vibe to it, you know?"

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the next time mick saw y/n, he was with his mother, testing out the rally car during the free practice session.

she was impossible to miss, her screams of delight carrying over the wind and followed up by laughter as the car caught air going over a hill.

it was enough to make the boy freeze behind the wheel, corinna giving him a knowing look.

"what's her name, mickie?" corinna said with a smile, pulling out her phone, no doubt to see who her son was so infatuated with.

"y/n y/l/n." mick said softly. "but i dont know her that well, mom."

"oh, she's pretty!" corinna beamed, pulling up the driver's instagram profile. "look, she's a perfect fit for you, she's quiet and she's shy and she doesn't go to parties!"

"mom, i swear to god i will crash this car and make you walk back to the chalet yourself!"

mick rolled his eyes, turning his head back to the windshield as he took a sharp corner around the track. it's not that he hadn't thought about y/n since the presser. he thought she was sweet, and he would deny it if asked, but he looked forward to seeing her and knew that when life went back to normal after roc, that he would miss her.

"you don't have anything to lose, mick. what's the harm in even just going for a coffee with her or something? i'm not telling you to marry the girl, but at least give romance a chance."

the german would think about his mother's words all day: through his time in the sauna, to the ice bath and then again at dinner. the thoughts would eventually keep him awake at night, unable to fall asleep while wrapped in the hotels luxury down bedding.

he found himself wandering the chalet at odd hours of the night, lost in his own thoughts as he meandered towards the coffee machine in the lobby. if he was going to stay awake, he might as well stay warm as well.

the chalet doors slid open, and mick's breath caught in his throat as he watched her stride into the lobby, wearing a different beanie hat but the same one ok rock hoodie she had been wearing when he eyed her for the first time, a puffy tan jacket pulled over the entire ensemble and a plastic bag for a swedish supermarket hanging from her arm.

"mick!" she shouted, face bright as she crossed the lobby. "couldn't sleep?"

the boy shrugged, trying to play it cool even though his palms were sweaty and his heart was racing and was she always this pretty? was that mole on her upper lip always there?

"come on, let me introduce you to my favorite pre-race ritual." she beamed, pulling a bag of edible pilsbury cookie dough from the bag, along with two metal spoons clearly stolen from the breakfast buffet.

mick couldn't help but laugh. "how has your performance coach not killed you yet?"

"what she doesn't know won't kill her. who is she to rob me of life's greatest pleasures?"

pinching himself to make sure that he wasn't dreaming, mick followed the driver back to her hotel room. her energy was magnetic, and mick couldn't help but be drawn in.

they settled on the plush bed, shrouded in blankets as she overturned the shopping bag, allowing it's contents to fall to the blanket.

"so, this is what i watch when it's been a long day, or if i don't have the mental energy to focus on anything else." she said with a cheeky smile as she popped open her laptop. "when i was in the w series, it was juju noda who got me hooked on the really cheesy j-dramas. i already watched the darker asian dramas, like the psychological thrillers and everything, but it was juju who got me hooked on the romance ones when we watched coffee and vanilla."

she clicked onto disney plus, waiting for it to lead as she opened the canister of cookie dough in her hand. after the screen loaded, she navigated her cursor over to an orange thumbnail.

"this is yakuza lover: romance and bullets. and yes, it's as mind-numbing as it sounds."

they watched a few episodes, exchanging bites of cookie dough and popping open bottles of flavored sparkling water as the characters on the screen kept digging themselves into holes they couldn't get out of.

"do they not take one look at the dialogue and go 'what the fuck is going on here'?" mick asked quizzically, staring at the fictional yakuza boss on the screen. "like, seriously? and she finds that even remotely attractive?"

"it reads like a bad wattpad novel, and that's enough for me when i don't want to think about anything." y/n laughed, shoveling another spoonful of cookie dough into her mouth. "either that or i watch a concert film or something. i live for live music. hate parties, but i'll go to a good concert any day. that's why i liked racing, you know? not for the fame or the money, but for the travel, the means to an end."

her eyes went wide, and mick was captivated, hanging on to her every word.

"have you heard of one ok rock? probably not, since you didn't mention it when you saw my sweater earlier, but they have this one really good concert film from when they played yokohama stadium, it's called mighty long fall. i saw them live in 2018 on the 'ambitions' tour, so that's a good film as well if you can find it, but mighty long fall is one of my favourite live concerts like ever."

mick was struggling to follow everything, as she seemed to have talked without even breathing, her fingers flying across they keyboard as she searched for 'mighty long fall' on youtube.

he was well and truly smitten with her as she loaded the concert, seemingly skipping to a particularly important part.

"this has to be one of my favoruite songs they've ever done, and it's not even theirs."

mick would have recognized the piano arrangement anywhere. anybody born before two thousand and five would have. the japanese band on the screen was playing an acoustic rendition of 'a thousand miles' by vanessa carlton.

"making my way downtown, walking fast, faces past and i'm homebound."

she was singing off key, but that seemed to be the point as she threw her head back and forth, her hair flying everywhere as she beamed, singing into the metal spoon as if it was a karaoke microphone.

"come on, schumacher. i know you know the words!" she laughed, mick laughing along with her as his face turned pink. "sing it with me!"

and when she looked at him like that, what else was he supposed to do?

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and just as quickly as it began, the race of champions weekend was officially over.

gathered in the warm den of the chalet, the drivers milled about and chatted among themselves, jazz music playing in the background as a warm fire crackled in the hearth.

y/n and felipe had placed second in the nations cup as the all-star team, and she seemed to glow from the happiness of the somewhat victory as she stood off to the side with both her teammate and jamie chadwick.

mick couldn't help himself, staring at her with a lovestruck gaze from the other side of the room, where he stood with sebastian and valtteri. mick and y/n had grown infinitely closer over the course of the weekend, but mick hadn't had the courage to ask for her phone number, or to properly take her out on a date.

and soon, he'd lose those chances for good.

"the way i see it, you don't have anything to lose." seb suggested, clapping the younger man on the shoulder. "the worst that could happen is that you made a new friend, who doesn't want to be more than that."

"why not just accept things as they are?" mick whined. "the weekend is almost over anyways!"

"it's never too late for a romantic gesture." valtteri suggested, nodding his head towards where a karaoke machine had been set up by team norway earlier in the night.

and that's when mick knew what he needed to do. with seb and val's help, he managed to get everything rigged, set up and ready to go.

when the music started playing, she knew that it was meant for her, all conversation stopping at that piano arrangement as she stopped to look at the german, hands nervously gripping the microphone as he began to sing.

"making my way downtown, walking fast, faces past and i'm homebound."

jamie broke out into a grin, turning to look the the other female driver. "there's no other person this could possibly be meant for. how did he know you're emotionally attached to this song?"

despite herself, y/n found that she was also starting to sing quietly under her breath.

"staring blankly ahead, just making my way, making a way through the crowd."

felipe nudged her in the side. "go on. you're not going to get another chance."

trying to stop the uncontrollable blush on her face, she kept her eyes cast down as she made her way to where mick was standing. sebastian gave the duo a knowing look as mick wordlessly passed y/n the microphone, shy smiles on both of their faces.

"if i could fall into the sky, do you think time would pass me by? 'cause you know i'd walk a thousand miles if i could just see you tonight."

neither of them realized how close to each other they had gotten, barely a foot of space between their bodies, faces blushing bright pink as the lyrics faded out to the instrumental.

"mick-" she said softly.

"you don't have to say anything. not right now, not right here. just kiss me."

and that's exactly what she did, the room erupting into cheers as mick's soft lips met hers. she dropped the microphone, feedback echoing around the room as mick held her, both parties smiling into the kiss before mika hakkinen came running over the grab the fallen mic.

"will you go on a date with me?" mick asked, lips swollen and shyness in his tone. "like, a real one this time?"

"yes, mick." she giggled. "of course i will."

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charles-eclair16 · 8 months

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Reviving Reputations

X. The Fallen Hero

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Formula 1 Updates

5 August 2023.

Charles Leclerc has once again made headlines and for all the wrong reasons. The Ferrari driver has been in the spotlight for the past 3 weeks and not for the reasons he would have liked.

The 25 year monegasque has been under fire once again for speaking out about his ex-girlfriend Amelia Harper. In an Instagram post he wrote:

"I am sorry for all the inconvenience caused by me or by people related to me. I am so apologetic to the fans who were treated without respect and were called racial slurs. I don't support the same sentiments. I'm reflecting on all the wrong things I've done and I hope the fans find in their heart to forgive me.

I hope I can prove myself to the fans who I've disappointed. I hope you guys continue to support me and the team"

To which the response was mixed with fans writing comments such as:

User: it's high time really I didn't love him but now I just don't like him

User: I don't know why we are blaming him because from what I know it was His girlfriend that too his ex-girlfriend who attacked the fan not him

User: it is not the first time she has done something like this. Charles is only speaking this time because she literally attacked a fan just because she was asked to sign a poster with his face

User: he could have done better

User:🤢🤢

User: you and your girlfriend can go to hell

User: dragging Ferrari's name in the dust

User: a shame he's the main driver of such a historic team

User: flex? Never liked him he was overrated anyway

User: I still don't understand why you people are holding him accountable and not the person who did it

User: it's because he's more famous then her so obviously he's the one people are dragging.

Harper and Leclerc were in a relationship since July last year and since then the F1 driver has been in various news and update pages for different reasons out of which not all were good.

The downfall of Charles image was seen gradually with the fans who had expressed their dislike towards Harper after various sources close to the couple confirmed that it was Harper who had leaked the infamous sex tape. Fans had then spoken out about the news Charles seemed to be surrounded in just because he was dating her. Charles team had done everything in their power to remove the tape from the online community within minutes. Harper had also been cancelled before for her racist and rude behaviour with fans. She was also under heavy criticism for not disclosing ads on her Instagram when she is legally bound to.

This time the situation escalated very fast when a fan was physically attacked by Harper because she asked the model to sign a poster with Charles photo. The fan was then taken to hospital and Harper was escorted out of the paddock by the security shouting and screaming. It was not a pretty sight. The whole situation brought Leclerc bad publicity and with his race results not being satisfactory, it only added fuel to the fire. Leclerc was also under fire for his dating history within the same friend group which also included cheating allegations with Harper being an acquaintance of Leclerc's ex-girlfriends. Some of the comments on his latest Instagram post includes-

User: yeah concentrate on your racing career not on models and maybe you'll get better race positions.

User: I watch the race to see the cars not your girlfriend fighting the fans and calling names

User: I still don't know what he saw in her

User: you could do better

User: he's getting his karma

User: time to support another team

User: this just reflects which kind of people he surrounds himself with

User: I knew she was problematic but damn

User: I hope Ferrari doesn't sign you for the next year

These are only some of the comments on his posts. His reputation has really taken a hit for the worse.

Read below-

•Amelia Harper and her problematic history- from fake donations, the leaked sex tape and her infamous paddock fight.

• Timeline of Charles Leclerc and Amelia Harper whole relationship

• Amelia Harper cancelled once again for a fake giveaway fan event and Charity donations.

• Charles Leclerc's ex-girlfriends full list and history

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pgaslys · 4 months

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If you arrived here through one of my series' links, you can find the new link right below.

☼ graphics : motogp posters

☼ series : favorite friendships - random motogp things - watching old moto races - drivers/riders parallels - every rosquez podium

☼ documentaries : hitting the apex - marc marquez : all in

☼ writing : moodboards for my fics

☼ primers : mabio

☼ stats : motogp 2023 season

☼ surveys : motogp rpf results - f1 rpf results

☼ polls : f1 polls - motogp polls - favorite fabio hairstyle

#motoposters #motofriendships #motogpthings #oldmotoraces #parallel series #everyrosquezpodium #htaw #air #ficsaesthetics #marcfabioprimer #motogp2023stats #motogprpfsr #f1rpfsr #motogppolls #fabiohairstylepoll

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kingofthering · 9 months

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☼ main tags : all gifs - drawings - icons - motogp posters - tiktoks - wallpapers + fave of mine

☼ series : drivers/riders parallels - every rosquez podium - favorite friendships - favorite helmets - important wins - pantone edits - random motogp things - riders as cards - watching old moto races

☼ seasons journal pages : f1 2024 - motogp 2024

☼ documentaries : fabio quartararo : a date with destiny - hitting the apex - marc marquez : all in - there can be only one - unseen

☼ single posts : marc & vale at the same age - valentino’s hair evolution - 2024 motogp grid birthdate timeline

☼ writing : all (here) - ao3 - moodboards for my fics - prompt fills

☼ aus : 2021 honda vale - fake dating rosquez - forced coming out au - healing power vale - mabio reporter au - rosquez tv thing - single dad vale - tattoo artist bezz - vr46 marc - wr universe

☼ recs : everything I enjoy - favorite reads of 2023 (motogp edition)

☼ primers : carc - mabio - tom/fabio - emilio alzamora’s brief implication in fabio’s career

☼ lists : marc documentaries - motogpblr creators - motogp races recs - getting into motogp : where to start - motogp : where to watch

☼ stats : all - motogp 2023 season

☼ surveys : f1 fans & their origins - f1 rpf (results) - motogp rpf (results)

☼ predictions : f1 2023 - f1 2024 - motogp 2024

☼ polls : favorite fabio hairstyle - f1 polls - motogp polls

☼ reading : being marc marquez : this is how I win my race - fabio quartararo : l'ascension d'un prodige

☼ 2024 season digital journals : f1 - motogp - formula e - everything about journals - etsy shop

☼ fantasy : join my motogp fantasy league

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moonkkives · 2 years

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MASTERLIST & FAQ’s

before your request . . .

please be kind <3

no repeating requests: meaning, if you’ve already sent a request to another blog, please don’t send it to me also (or to anyone else, really…).

my favorite tropes to write are childhood friends to lovers / best friends, friends with benefits, established relationships & enemies to lovers <3

color code . . .

fluff, pink

angst, blue

smut, red

suggestive content, red *

* (suggestive content is not full on smut, but it’s probably implied or very briefly described. always check warnings beforehand)

FEM! F1 DRIVER X F1 DRIVERS

— ( POSTER GIRL! )

in which alana fautrier ventures into the path of being the only female formula one driver and makes history.

CARLOS SAINZ JR.

— ( GLORIOUS! )

no one is more excited for carlos’ maiden win than his fellow spaniard and red bull driver; unbeknownst to the girl, her eyes are the first thing he longed to see when he stepped out of the car.

CHARLES LECLERC

— ( HOMEMADE DYNAMITE! )

being the daughter of a former formula one world champion meant that speed and aerodynamics were part of her blood; maybe that’s why falling in love with a certain monégasque driver wasn’t so much of a surprise for anyone.

genre: fluff, angst, suggestive content

— ( THE LOVE CLUB! ) ft. carlos sainz

you weren’t interested on formula one at all, but bonding with the fiery ferrari boys on a golf club certainly brought the heat up.

genre: smut, suggestive content

MAX VERSTAPPEN

— ( DOUBLE TAKE! )

there’s only two people max verstappen would free fall in a heartbeat; his race engineer and his public relations manager.

genre: fluff, angst

— ( THE DUTCH & THE DUTCH(ESS)! )

pairing: max verstappen x fem!reader

FIND THE SERIES MASTERLIST HERE!

the ups and downs of max verstappen, the dutch lion, and his equally impressive dutch teammate.

genre: fluff (headcannon)

PIERRE GASLY

coming soon!

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oscar-piastri · 1 year

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a series of motorsport posters ↠ oscar piastri, f1 driver

#hi this is my last edit for a while!!!#oscar piastri #f1 #f1edit #formula 1 #p: oscar piastri #edits*#*

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birdstooth · 1 year

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Inspired by/Based on Fics

(sorted alphabetically by author)

@alwayssunnyinedensgate

SERIES - Be Thee Wolf or Sheep

Masterlist - All shall love me and despair!

SERIES - The Second Mrs. Rogers

Chap 2 - Anything you can do...

Chap 3 - This is Spartaaaa!

Chap 4 - Commit to the Bit

Chap 5 - You got the stuff?

Chap 6 - Dances with butlers

Chap 7 - coming soon!

Chap 8 - HMS Peggy

Chap 9 - coming soon!

@charnelhouse

SERIES - The Grey Man AU

Stop All the Clocks - we found kittens!! (Lloyd, Six)

Late Night Discussions - St. Courtney patron saint of trolls 🙏 (Lloyd, Six)

@darkficsyouneveraskedfor

SERIES - Campus AU

Quick Study - Wolfish + pt 2 + pt 3 (Bucky)

SERIES - Hopelessly Devoted

Chap 1 - Rachel but she's Malibu Barbie/a nice Regina George

Chap 2 - Andy but he’s a Pomeranian

SERIES - Hue and Cry

Masterlist - READ IT

Chap 1 - advanced psychological warfare (Bucky)

Chap 9 - kill each other!! (Bucky and Steve) + Heraldry + Medal ceremony

SERIES - One

don't look!! (Steve, Bucky)

SERIES - Resistance

Pt 3 - The Triumvirate (Steve/Tony/Bucky) + NEW crew member lmao

SERIES - Unexpected

Animal Crossing Crossdressing

SERIES - Unsolicited

Chap 26 - Humpty Dumpty Allegory? (Lloyd but he’s an egg)

Chap 30 - I’M GONNA BOP YOU feral dog.gif

SERIES - Who's the Boss

Asks/Headcanons:

Lloydlander

Suzanne, defender of interns (kind of)

Bonnie and Clyde CLloyd

Who's the (Cake) Boss

Elle Woods aesthetic

Gotta love Craigslist

Chap 1 - Americano for GABRIELLE

Chap 17 - spiritual heaven equivalent of your choice ft. bunnies

@delaber

To Let You Win - Bucky with “training weapons”

Saturday Mornings - marginally related doodle (Bucky)

A Date - dates are the #1 cause of 70% of global warming (Borky)

Warrior/Worrier - Hallmark's top sellers

@georgiapeach30513

SERIES - All or Nothing

This story hasn’t been written yet but we’ve already chosen sides lol

Definitely not the plot but also maybe bc anything is possible

SERIES - Closer to Heaven and Closer to You

Pt 2 - A BULL TELLING YOU A JOKE ABOUT BULLS

Pt 3 - How Bucky gets his robo arm

Pt 5 - BUNNY & CLYDE + coloured version

Pt. 7 - everything everywhere all at once

SERIES - Stained Like Georgia Clay

Masterlist - THE MOVIE POSTER (Mr. Peanut, Bumblebezo$, Loretta, Hal)

Chap 5 - Loretta but she's Tom Sawyer (Loretta, Hal, various sheep)

Chap 11 - Loretta gets ONE (1) bacon + alternate scene (Bumblebezo$, Loretta, Hal)

Chap 14 - Captain Wayton Toe & First Mate Loretta 🏴‍☠️ (REDACTED for spoilers, Loretta)

OTHER

Jan 2023 Masterlist - just a St. Bernard sleeping :)

@heli0s-writes

SERIES - A History of Touch

Midnight City - RIP caterpie (Steve)

@imyourbratzdoll

My Pearl - Jewlery heist (Ari, ft. special guest Princess ARIEL)

Drabbles

female character x reader

@lloydsbitch

SERIES - Secret Sierra

Chap 10 - "my two dads"

@navybrat817

The Truth Will Set You Free - dress rehearsal (Nick Fowler, Max Burnett)

Follow You Home - you forgot your Rose! (Bucky x reader)

@rustytricycle

SERIES - The Lion's Mouth

Chap XV - Right now, right now? (Peter Parker) + Idiot Sandwich (Suzanne and Lloyd)

Chap XVI - Poor Suzanne lol (Suzanne and Lloyd)

@secretswiftymarvelfan

His One Weakness - Lloyd vs a spider

SERIES - Memory Served

What's in a name?

Part 1 - Ransom vs doggos

Part 4 - surprise cameo

@slyyywriting

SERIES - F1 Series

Oversteer (Bucky x trainer!reader)

@straywords

Drabbles

Best Friend! Bucky x Avenger! Reader

Natasha Romanoff x Avenger!Reader x Bucky Barnes

@thenhewaswrongaboutme

SERIES - Your Hands Have Made Some Good Mistakes

Chap 25 - Steve eats a yucky appetizer :(

Epilogue - she wants to order (Bucky)

Barbed Wire & Bare Hands (blurb) - No Steeb, only us!!

SERIES - Northbound & Reaching

Spring Chicken (blurb) - good job buddy!!

SERIES - After You, Hell Should Be Easy

Chap 1 - surveillance time lapse (Winter Soldier)

Build-a-Bucky

dividers by @firefly-graphics

#lloyd hansen #andy barber #Bucky barnes #Steve rogers #ransom drysdale #winter soldier #Peter parker #personally curated fic recs #comics and doodles #fic recs #fic art #masterlist

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redbullwin · 2 years

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[CARDS SERIES] : MONACO GRAND PRIX 2022 WINNER

#Sergio Perez #Checo Perez #f1 #oracle red bull racing #dailyf1 #f1 edit #graphics #graphic #edit*#all*#card series #poster series #grafico

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scrambledtrolls · 1 month

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A list of the trolls I remember having

Izuili Liinui: The current pfp. An olive-jade cusp. A flirty but cautious artist. Engages in things both legal and... Less than legal. Though the less than legal things get pinned on a certain other person.

Zatter Akkuru: Seadweller. Anxious with anger issues and trauma. Currently engaged with some less than stellar influences.

Kizrak Dorzuo: Yellowblood. Mechanic and maker of limbs. A good obedient 'ol little lowblood. But for how long?

"Cheese" Lyvere: Blueblood. Socially anxious chef working towards broadening his horizons. Got anger like a piping pot, quiet til it boils over.

Fukkau: Jadeblood. A cop who doesn't hesitate to use her power when needed. Even when that need is to sate her hunger for flesh. Has no issue with killing or culling if anyone gets on her nerves.

Zedorn Terrae: Brownblood. Telepathic and nosier than he should be. Seems timid and meek with a build like a twig. Don't let looks decieve though, Mind psiionics have a way of getting their way.

Weilee: Tealblood. Friendly and eager to lend a shoulder or fist whenever things get out of hand at a party. Known to some as a kind mediator, to some as a busybody who butts in where they're not needed. Believes in the more abstract and that the mind and nature can do more than we think.

Mauban Alaife: Hemoanon. A ghostbuster and ghosthunter. He's got powers he shouldn't but when asked he just tells you that dealing with the supernatural does that sometimes. He has a lame fast-food dayjob and enjoys being an annoyance. He has a rotation of cats coming in and out of his hive when they need tending to or can't find food.

Silver Seluki: F1 racing cryptid. Been in many crasshes and survived stuff they definitely shouldn't have. Only ever puts up their visor during interviews so nobody really knows what they look like. An aggressive driver who just turns up in ads and media at the weirdest moments. Fuel ad? Sure. Window cleaning sponges? Weird but ok. Sudden Silver Seluki poster (one that doesn't exist to buy) in the background in an episode of a niche romance series that has the budget of 3 cans of catfood??? More likely than you think.

Buster: Blueblood in the fleet. Chipper and happy to serve her empire. Used to be involved in some gang activity back in her younger days.

Erhart: Seadweller. Involved with horrorterrors and eldritch fuckery, have been since early days. Willingly. He's a bit of a freak.

Luminn: Seadweller. Spoilt child, throw in the trash.

Guirra: Indigoblood. Angry little child with an unspeakable rage towards seadwellers, also throw in the trash.

Detective: Blueblood. A private investigator who takes on cold cases and insits on using older, less "traceable" tech.

Frible: Yellowblood. Healer mage, or so he says.

Rosary: Dead? Redblood. Ashes and fire risen, but not like a phoenix.

Shifter?: Brownblood. A shifter who fights for a living. For 'entertainment'.

Forgotten name: Dead. Oliveblood and friend to a certain group.

#OH NO #NOT MY BOI!#List of trolls #fantrolls #longpost #long post #might have forgotten some and I'll be like or something. nearly forgot mauban tbh lol

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f1yogurt · 2 years

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Snapshot in the Fast Lane - Chapter 1

Series Masterlist

Chapter Summary: As a 70s F1 photographer, it's your job to work closely around drivers, but you find yourself constantly returning to the Ferrari garage to see a certain Austrian.

AO3 Link – SNAPSHOT IN THE FAST LANE

Chapter Rating: G

Relationships: Niki Lauda x fem! photographer Reader

Chapter Tags: Niki Lauda, Clay Regazzoni, Heinz Prüller, F1 Journalists, Photography, Slow Burn, Awkward Flirting, Marlene doesn't exist in this AU, I'm taking artistic liberty with Heinz's character

Word Count: 3k

Chapter Warnings: none

A/N: This is a long chapter, hope you enjoy it!!

You breathed in the familiar scent of car fumes, a smile crossing your face as you walked through the paddock. It was Saturday practice before the grand prix, and as a Formula One photographer, you were eager to capture all of the action today. You had two of your favorite cameras slung over one shoulder, and you carried an extra bag of film rolls on your other.

Today was the best time to get into the garages without the chaos of the actual race. The practice allowed you to get a nice view of the action among the teams. During the race, people were usually moving about frantically, and while the chaos offered an exciting environment to photograph, you sometimes preferred the more relaxed atmosphere of practice.

It was an overcast day, and the heavy clouds meant that the occasional sprinkle of raindrops would cause everyone to pull out their raincoats or dash hurriedly to cover their drivers with an umbrella. You were just thankful that there wasn’t a heavy downpour, or else you would need to find some covers for your camera equipment.

You made your way along the back of the pits, darting in and out of the garages to snap candid photos of the teams at work. The mechanics, most of them smudged with grease or oil from working on the cars, never paid you much attention. After all, they were much more concerned with their work.

Most of the drivers had a similar attitude towards photographers like you, and they simply let you do your job without complaining or interfering. Every so often, though, the drivers or engineers would acknowledge your presence and pose for a photo. Usually, it was to capture something amusing or hilarious that was going on, and you lived for those small intimate moments where you could capture the lighthearted personalities of many of the Formula 1 teams.

You were always looking for a front page photo, a picture that would earn a full two-page spread in a glossy magazine. An image preserved for a lifetime. If you were lucky, your photo may be printed into a poster that would hang on the wall of a young kid’s room, where their racing hero could remain immortalized on paper.

After capturing some photos of the six-wheeled Tyrrells, you found your feet carrying you towards the Ferrari garage. There was some shouting coming from inside, and you were curious as to what was going on. No doubt you could get a few good shots of the mechanics hard at work, or perhaps a driver.

A few of the mechanics looked up as you entered, and they nodded before returning to their work. You had been doing this so long, that you had become a familiar face in the paddock, and you were good friends with some of the major journalists and drivers. In fact, you grinned as you saw Clay Regazzoni climbing out of his Ferrari and walking into the garage.

Quickly, you lifted your camera and focused the lens on Clay’s face as he pulled off his helmet. The man tugged off his balaclava, and after you had snapped a few candid shots, he noticed you.

“Ah, paparazzi,” he joked, giving you a wink. You grinned. You liked Clay. He always had something witty and flirtatious to say, and he respected both you and your work. He was one of the more talkative drivers in the paddock, which meant that he always was an entertaining subject for vivid photos.

“Yes, paparazzi,” you teased back, taking the spare moment to roll up your used film and reload one of your cameras. “You’re just so photogenic. That’s why I always come into the Ferrari garage.” Clay laughed, and you watched as he set his helmet on a workbench nearby. You glanced around the garage for the other man you had come to photograph.

“Clay, do you know where Niki is?” you asked, not seeing the Austrian around.

“Oh, out there,” Clay said, gesturing to where the other Ferrari was parked just outside of the garage by the pit lane. Niki was still in the car with his helmet on, chatting with Luca, and you saw a few mechanics dressed in yellow who were dashing around the car.

“But I would be careful,” Clay said with a little smirk. “I think they are having technical issues. Niki is being…well, Niki. You know how he gets, especially with Luca.” You nodded, knowing very well the kind of tension you would be walking into.

“Thanks, Clay. I’ll go take a look,” you said, before you made your way outside.

Niki and Luca were in a heated discussion about something. You couldn’t tell if it was an argument, or simply an intense conversation, but it offered you a perfect opportunity to get a photo. As you approached the Ferrari, you found an open spot next to the car where you were still out of the way.

Everyone was speaking in Italian, and it all seemed like such perfect chaos. Cradling your camera, you crouched beside the cockpit, close enough to see the sweat rolling down Lauda’s brow beneath his helmet visor. Niki was talking to Luca, his face angled up and away from you as he gestured emphatically to his Italian friend.

You snapped a few shots of Niki’s side profile, the sunlight glistening off of his helmet and illuminating his bright blue eyes. Luca must have said something important to the mechanics, because you watched as a few of them rushed over to the car with different types of tools. They started to work on the Ferrari, checking the tire pressures and adjusting the rear wing to Niki’s liking.

You rose to your feet and walked slowly around the car, capturing images of the mechanics at work. They were speaking in rapid Italian to Luca, who was translating a few things that Niki had said in English. You watched as the chief engineer, Mauro Forghieri, dipped his head into the cockpit to talk to Niki. Mauro, Luca, and Niki together in one photo would definitely earn a two page spread in a magazine or newspaper, and you quickly zoomed in to capture their conversation.

The tension among the Ferrari team was always unique, and sending in a photo of the Scuderia to newspapers was always financially lucrative. The media, especially if it was Italian, absolutely ate up the drama.

Not that you didn’t send in pictures of other teams and drivers as well. You enjoyed seeing the other racers, and you liked spending time in the McLaren pits, where you could capture the wild James Hunt in action. Submitting photos of Hunt with his latest flavor of the month standing next to his McLaren was always guaranteed to make the front pages. But somehow, you kept finding yourself drawn back to the Ferrari garage. And to Niki.

Satisfied with your shots, you headed back into the shade. A quick glance at your watch told you that the practice session was almost over, and you decided that you would take a quick break here. Niki also must have decided that it was time for a break, because you watched as his car was slowly wheeled inside by the mechanics.

A few journalists had come into the garage, no doubt eager to get an interview with the drivers after the last practice session. Some of them were already talking with Clay, but a few more were waiting anxiously for Niki.

Lauda stepped out of the cockpit of his Ferrari, and you watched as he was instantly swarmed by the journalists. You chuckled, because you knew that unless any of them were personal friends of Niki, they would never get a real interview at this moment. Catching Niki after he had some time to breathe would be the perfect opportunity to talk to him. But not now.

“Mr. Lauda! Niki! Niki please, over here!” you heard them shout. Niki ignored the swarm of men and waved them away temporarily as he went over to talk to a few of his mechanics. The journalists were respectful and kept their distance, knowing better than to interfere during technical discussions among the teams. However, as soon as Niki thanked his engineers, and said he was off to lunch, the mob of men were on him again.

“Niki, what do you have to say about the allegations of your car being illegal?”

“Niki, how are you coping with your rivalry against Hunt?”

“Niki, are the rumors about you insulting Mr. Ferrari true?”

To deal with the swarm of people, Niki hid his bright blue eyes beneath his oversized sunglasses. You listened as he gave short, clipped answers to all of these questions. He was polite enough to respond to everything, although his short answers were indicative of his lack of interest in all of the journalists. Once the group was satisfied with a few short words for their editors, the men were off again, traveling down to another garage to catch the next juicy bit.

As the swarm dissipated, you watched as Niki returned to the shade of the Ferrari garage. It looked as if this was his safe space, where he could be surrounded by his cars, his mechanics, and his team.

You suddenly felt a tap on your shoulder, and you turned around to see your friend, Austrian journalist Heinz Prüller, grinning back at you.

“Hey,” he said, smiling fondly. “We were going to catch an interview with Niki during his lunch break. Looks like you’re in just the right spot as well.” You looked over to see a few other journalists that were gathered behind Heinz. All of the men looked like they had done their research on the topic of ‘how to not piss off one Niki Lauda after practice,’ and you grinned, gesturing to your cameras.

“Mind if I sit in?” you asked. “I’m sure I could capture a shot or two for your article in Autorevue. The Austrian media do love their golden boy.” Heinz chuckled and nodded.

“Of course. I’m sure we’ll annoy him with questions, so you better take your pictures early,” he said. You rolled your eyes, walking beside Heinz and the group to where Niki was at the other side of the garage.

“Heinz, don’t pretend that you aren’t good friends with him. You know that’s why I sit in with you and the others,” you told him, gesturing to the rest of the more docile journalists. “You all…appeal to his humanity.”

Heinz stopped walking for a moment to stare at you. He looked…curious. Inquisitive, and more than a little suspicious. You knew that mischievous smirk.

“Oddly sentimental of you,” he said, lowering his voice so that no one else could hear. “And odd to say about Niki. You almost sound as if you’re more than just a little interested in Austria’s golden boy.” You paused, staring back at him, your eyes wide.

“What? Heinz!” you said, glaring at him defensively, although he could see right through your intense gaze. The journalist just looked at you fondly.

“Do not worry, I am teasing you,” he said lightly. “But I have seen you spending more time in the Ferrari garage, and as Niki’s friend, I can tell you…your lovely presence hasn’t gone unnoticed by him. Come now, let us do our interview.”

You huffed a sigh as you followed the rest of the journalists to find Niki, who looked as if he had served himself a plate of pasta from the Ferrari cook. He had taken off his shoes and now sat barefoot, perched on a folding chair. Someone had stuck a piece of duct tape to the back of the chair and written “Super Rat” on the label. You suppressed a smile, watching as Niki got settled with his food.

“So,” he said, gesturing to Heinz with his fork before he took a bite of pasta. “Where do we start today?” You listened as Prüller clicked his tape recorder, and then as the journalist began questioning Niki in German. The boys dipped into what sounded like an easy conversation, and you took the opportunity to capture a few photos.

When Prüller had finished his interview, a few of the other journalists asked questions in English, and Niki ate as he gave thoughtful replies that were interspersed with plenty of crude humor and swearing. Soon, Clay walked over to stand beside the group, looking quite relaxed amongst the crowd of people.

It wasn’t long until most of the journalists had finished their questions, and there was a lull in conversation. As you changed another roll of film in one of your cameras, you watched as Niki shoveled in another mouthful of his noodles. You chuckled softly.

“This isn’t an official interview question, but how is the food at Ferrari? Are they feeding you well?” you asked, an amused expression on your face. Niki noticed you then, and he glanced up at you in pleasant surprise, as if he was prepared to answer any questions but that. He huffed a small laugh, and the little smile on his face was endearing.

“Terrible,” he said with a cheeky grin. “The food is absolutely terrible. Right, Clay?” Niki looked over at his teammate and winked. Clay just rolled his eyes.

“Oh yes. That’s how I’m able to keep my thin figure,” he teased, posing dramatically. The group of men laughed good naturedly, and you looked over again to find Niki gazing at you while everyone else was distracted.

“I see you in the pits,” he told you in his deep, accented voice. “You never ask anything of me, just a few clicks with your camera and you are off again,” he said. You raised an eyebrow at this curious remark.

“Yes, unless you’d like me to take more than only pictures? I can always interview you as well,” you teased lightly, pretending to reach into your pocket for a tape recorder. Niki laughed, and his usually stern face lit up with amusement.

“No, no, please, no more interviews,” he joked, glancing around at the other journalists who had turned back to the conversation. “I am too used to these dogs always barking in my ears.” He glanced over at the men, who rolled their eyes.

“Oh please, Niki, we know you love us more than any of the other media,” a British journalist joked. “And so does Clay. That’s why we’re sitting with you now.” Regazzoni grinned and turned to you.

“By the way, I saw that photo of me on the cover of Autosport last week,” he said, leaning against a workbench. “And I noticed that you were the photographer. I must say, I looked very handsome. Well done.” His words set off another round of laughter, and you grinned.

“I am glad you think so,” you replied. “Of course, that is always my intent. To make all of you look like supermodels.” Even as all the other men chuckled, you noticed that Niki hadn’t taken his eyes off of you the entire time. He looked…curious. Attentive.

“What about Niki?” Clay asked, turning to the Austrian. “Aren’t you going to get a winning picture of him?” Niki suddenly looked uncomfortable at having been put on the spot, but you saved him before he had to answer.

“No, unfortunately for you, I only take candid shots,” you said. “Unless a posed picture is specifically requested by the driver. Just like you asked me to take a photo of you with those grid girls back in Brazil. If I remember correctly, those fun little snapshots made more than a few gossip headlines.” At the jab, all of the attention fell on Clay, and the journalists began ribbing him good-naturedly about his sex appeal.

Amongst the chatter, you turned back to Niki, who had wisely remained out of the conversation. He was still gazing at you with that same curious expression, although when your eyes met his, he looked away in an oddly shy manner. You had been a bit nervous about defending him so openly in the conversation, but it seemed that he didn’t mind. And now…now, you didn’t know what to do.

“Well, I…I think I have to be going,” you said, glancing at your watch as you felt your nerves get the best of you. Damn, why couldn’t you just stand here and flirt like a normal person? Or even just talk with him? You began to gather your things, preparing a strategic exit while Clay and the other journalists were still engrossed in their own chat. However, Niki stopped you before you could leave.

“Wait,” you heard him say softly, gazing up at you. “What is your name?” Once again, you were mesmerized by the intensity of his gorgeous blue eyes. For a moment, the words were caught in your throat, but then you finally found your voice.

“Y/n Y/l/n,” you told him, letting out the breath you had been holding. Niki nodded slightly, looking pleased. You could tell that he wanted to stand, or shake your hand, or do something similar, but he didn’t really know which would be appropriate for the situation. Before he could do anything, you just smiled pleasantly again.

“Well, then, I’ll see you around the paddock, Niki,” you said, securing your cameras on your shoulder. With that, you turned and walked out of the Ferrari garage, mentally slapping yourself upside the head. Well that was awkward.

You breathed a heavy sigh. Maybe taking some photos of Ronnie Peterson in the next garage would cheer you up.

#niki lauda #niki lauda fanfiction #daniel brühl #daniel bruehl #daniel bruhl #daniel bruhl fanfiction #rush 2013 fanfiction #rush 2013 #classic f1

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