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[lorna-d-m]

Drabbles & Notes

I may not always have time to write, but I have plenty of notes for stories or one shots that I would like to share in the meantime!

Lights Out & Away We Go

Notes: Little Laudas

Bloody Baron & High Seas

Notes: Lucky

Notes: Silver & Gold

Open House & After Hours

Notes: Pot Calling the Kettle Black

Notes: Spoiled

Miscellaneous

Idea: Vampire Zemo

Idea: Western Danny

Idea: Bareback

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[cazimagines]

Born to be wild - Chapter 21

Synopsis: Joining F1 as one of the first female drivers you knew was going to be a challenge but you weren’t prepared to deal with one particular asshole on the tracks. With the urge to win so strong within each racer, will romance pave the way? Or will it destroy everything?

Word count: 1.5k

Previous chapter: You and Niki had a trip out, though you still had doubts in your mind about what James had told you. Niki took it on himself to try and convince you to let them go.

A/N: Sorry

Warnings: Sexism

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You kicked your legs, looked down at your nails and sighed. You glanced at your wristwatch and sighed again. Your fingers fidgeted with your engagement ring as you looked briefly around the kitchen in Niki’s apartment. The Weiner schnitzel dish you had prepared half an hour ago lay on the table. The smell of it now lingered all over the apartment. Some flowers you had placed on the middle of the table drooped. It was a depressing sight to you. 

He said he would be back half an hour ago. 

Another sigh left your lips as you glanced back down at the watch. Shaking your head, you stood up from the counter stool. You grabbed your leather jacket, which hung over your chair's back, and collected your keys. Leaving the apartment, you jumped onto the back of your motorbike, already mapping out in your mind the quickest way to the Ferrari garage.

As you drove, you noticed dark clouds covering the sky. You groaned as the first few spits of rain landed on your face and ran down your skin. You could have turned back now and avoided the larger storm likely to follow, but you were more determined to drag Niki’s ass back home.

As you pulled into the Ferrari’s car pack, the rain picked up and limited your vision field. The garage was covered in mist, and you had to squint to see if you could see anyone.

You pulled your jacket over your head and tried to shield yourself from the downpour of rain as you ran to the garage. Usually, where Niki stayed was empty, so you pulled open the door to the backrooms. You were hit with a wall of warmth. You shrugged your jacket off your shoulders and shook your head to dispel the droplets in your hair. Your steps echoed around the abandoned hallway as you looked into every room to find where Niki had hidden from the rain.

Walking deeper into the garage, you heard men chatting and laughing. It grew louder and louder. The corner of your lips curled as you detected the Austrian accent amongst the Italian ones. You reach the room where you can see the light through the window. When you looked in, you could see the mechanics standing and sitting around sofas, many mugs piled around them. As you peered through the window, you could see Niki standing with one mechanic to the side of the room. 

You grabbed the door handle, ready to open it and pull Niki away when you froze. The door was thin, and the words came through clearly. You could hear what they were all joking about, but the window was small enough that none of them had noticed you. And for a good reason, for what they were talking about made your body freeze like stone. 

“So what’s she like, eh?” the mechanic next to Niki asked as he nudged Niki in his side.

“A good fuck?”

Niki looked to the ground, the faint traces of a blush on his cheeks, and he let out a few chuckles. 

“Well, you know what they say about women like her,” he replied, looking around at the mechanics as they all laughed and nudged each other, gesturing with their arms. 

“You will not keep her around, though? When you’ve learnt all you need from her, you’ll leave the bitch behind. She won’t stay in f1 long after that.”

Niki looked around at the mechanics before speaking, his awkward smile still plastered on his face.

“Maybe,” he paused, “once I win the championship… I won’t need her….”

“Yeah, show her where she belongs!” one guy you couldn’t see added in, and the other men around Niki agreed. 

You shook your head, feeling a tear slip down your cheek. You brought your shaky hand up to your cheek and tried to swipe it away. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest, rushing at one hundred miles an hour.

“She’s probably fucking that, Hunt. He can’t keep it in his pants to save his life. It’s what everyone says, even this Mclaren mechanic I was talking to the other day. He said he saw them together, and she was on her knees, if you know what I mean.”

The awkward smile on Niki’s face slipped; a grimace replaced it as his tongue poked against his cheek. He exhaled, looking at the floor. 

You took one step back, then another. Your eyes were still fixed on the window and not where you walked. As you took another step back, a sharp pain shot through your back. You walked into a cabinet, and the screwdriver that had been placed on it clattered onto the ground, the sound making you wince.  

You saw through the window as Niki looked up, and his eyes locked onto yours. 

You turned and ran. 

You could hear him shout after you. You continued to run. As he continued to call, you could hear the door slam open. You continued to run. 

You run out of the building and felt the heavy rain drench you. It was pouring. Your shirt clung to your body, soaked, your jacket remaining in your hand. Your legs carried you forward, eyes latched on your motorbike, which you had parked far away from the building. 

As you charged towards it, you felt a stiff hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you to a halt. 

“Y/n, wait.”

“Let go of me, Niki,” you snapped, refusing to look behind. 

“Not until you listen to me.”

You could feel the moment it fractured. It had been slowly crumbling the moment the first words left Niki’s lips, but at that moment, you felt your heart separated in two. In a messy, bloody explosion in your chest.

“No! You don’t get to say things like that and expect me to listen to you again,” you hissed, turning around and looking at Niki. His curled hair was drenched and stuck to his head. His skin was wet, glimmering in the garage lights. As the rain fell, his suit got darker. He frowned, eyes piercing into you. His hand was still on your wrist, and you felt your arm become numb from the contact. Hating the feeling of his skin touching yours, you wretched your wrist out of his grasp. 

“You don’t understand I-”

“Oh, I understand plenty, Niki. You were using me. God, I should have seen it. Why was I so fucking dumb?” You paused, your chest heaving as all the memories flooded your mind. “Even James saw it! And you lied to me!”

“I didn’t lie,” Niki spat out. His lips curled, and his eyes narrowed as he stepped towards you. 

“Stop fucking lying!!” 

You could feel wetness drip down your cheek, but you were too far gone to tell if it was from the rain or your eyes. 

“Our entire relationship was a lie. Every moment,” you sobbed, your chest heaving as you tried to rub away the tears from your eyes.

“Everything was a lie,” 

Niki’s stare hardened, and a scowl appeared on his face.

“So that’s what you think, then? That I’m a liar?”

“Of course you are! Saying those horrible things about me in there, I can’t- I never thought.”

You looked away and then back to Niki, shaking your head.

“I never thought someone like you could swoop so low. You really are an asshole.”

Niki’s eyebrows raised, and he scoffed, crossing his arms as he looked at you in disdain. 

“You’re so quick to fucking judge me, huh? But that’s not it, is it? You’ve been looking for a way out for a while, ever since James fucking spoke to you. Fucked you as well. You needed a reason to dump me so you could fuck him without guilt.”

You stepped forward towards Niki, feeling the anger surge through you. It burned, scorching through your veins and your heart that lay at the bottom of your chest. Your hand is raised without you thinking about it. Niki stepped forward, looking down at you, only inches apart.

“Slap me.”

You hesitated.

“Go on, do it. If that will make you feel good about everything you’ve done.”

You dropped your hand and shook your head. Taking a step back, your hand tugged at your finger, pulling at your engagement ring. When it slipped off, you threw the ring onto the muddy ground by Niki’s foot. 

“Fuck you, Niki.”

You turned and stormed off towards your bike. Niki doesn’t stop you. You jumped onto the bike, grimacing at the wetness of the seat. You rev the engine and pull out of the parking lot, thinking about what hotel you could stay at for the night. As you got to the entrance, you paused. Your mind is screaming not to do it, but the last piece of your heart is begging. You look behind. 

Niki stood still for a moment, his head looking to the ground. Then Niki kicked the ring laid by his feet; it flew into the air and then scattered into the mud below, sinking into the ground. He shoved his hands into his suit pockets and turned around, walking back into the garage. He doesn’t look back. 

You let out one more sob as you look away and accelerate out of the garage. 

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[f1yogurt]

These Scars

a Niki Lauda drabble

Characters: Niki Lauda/Marlene Lauda

Tags: angst, scars, contemplation, f1, injury recovery

Summary: They've only been married for a few months, and yet she's already seen him cheat death.

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She found him on the balcony. He was silhouetted against the soft morning sun, leaning over the deck railing and staring out at the beautiful Austrian countryside. Marlene took a breath and opened the sliding glass door to the patio, stepping out onto the wooden deck.

She knew Niki heard her as she approached, but he made no move to turn around. Marlene studied, for the thousandth time, the raw skin bleeding through the bandages around his head. His hair had begun to grow back on the left side of his scalp, but the locks that managed to appear around the grafts were sparse and stringy, nothing like the soft curls he had before. 

His crystal blue eyes were fixed on something in the distance, a meditative expression on his face. She followed his gaze. When she looked across the yard of the house, she noticed a group of kids riding their bikes along the dirt road that carved its way through the hills. The sound of their laughter floated across the fields, and it made Marlene smile. Niki, however, studied them with a pensive look as they rode away into the distance.

She was thankful for the peace and quiet. Willi Dungl had managed to pry the oppressive journalists away from their house for a day, feigning some physiotherapy exercise demonstration for the press about Niki’s comeback, so the only sound in the air was the chirping of birds rather than clamoring of the media. No loud people or flashing cameras invading their private home today.

Marlene remained quiet, leaning against the railing next to him. Niki found strength in her supportive silence. He preferred to meditate on things internally rather than speak them aloud. For this reason, others often thought him cold, unfeeling, but Marlene knew better.

She glanced down to where he had his hands resting on the balcony railing. The skin on his right wrist was still raw, a graft not yet fitted by the doctors to help cover the wound. She watched as his fingers remained relaxed against the wooden railing, unburdened by anxiety.

She was aware that Niki knew she was studying him, but she wasn’t deterred. He had told her many times how her gaze wore heavily on his conscience. Marlene did her best not to stare for too long, but she was never able to fully mask her concern. She didn’t think she ever would be able to again.

Her gaze returned to his face after a few moments. The side of his cheek was still slightly swollen from his broken cheekbone, but the lower half of his face was completely normal. The skin was soft and smooth, unmarred by scars in a stark contrast to his scarlet burns. She yearned to reach out and touch him, to cradle his face and tell him for the hundredth time that everything would be alright. 

But she didn’t. Instead, she simply leaned over the railing next to him, standing by his side, offering her silent comfort as they gazed out over the sprawling fields. They could take in this rare moment of peace before reality caught up with them once again.

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[totowlff]

chapter twenty-eight — what won’t you do for love

➝ the moment of truth has arrived for elisabeth and niki.

➝ word count: 4,4k

➝ warnings: none

➝ author notes: the most awaited chapter for you is here. i hope you are as excited as i am to find out what happens from now on.

AUGUST, 2016

Sitting inside the black Mercedes C-Class parked in her parents’ building Alsergrund, Elisabeth had been staring at the silver star emblem embedded in her steering wheel for more than five minutes already. She was sitting in complete silence. She took a deep breath and tried to push back the lump in her throat, and the tears that kept coming to her eyes. 

It was as if, every time she touched the car handle to open the door, some memory of the last 48 hours of her life came to mind, like a punch to the gut. She had no idea where it was coming from. 

After Toto accidentally posted photos of the two of them, there was no longer any point in running away. It was real, official, and out to the public. The mystery had been solved. Elisabeth Lauda was the newest conquest of the investor, entrepreneur, and notorious playboy Toto Wolff. That’s the way it was phrased on the cover of OE24, one of Austria’s main gossip tabloids. The words were printed along with an image of the two of them together from the IWC gala a few months ago.

Even worse than seeing her own face splashed over the cover of a magazine in a market near Stephensplatz, was the way people around her reacted when reading it. A mother and daughter in the next checkout lane had been reading the magazine while they were in line. Their expressions of disbelief when they saw the glamorous woman on the cover in a black dress and red lipstick was the same as the one in the pages of the magazine — bent over a dock tie in a black bikini, handing a shaved ice to a thirteen year old girl in a park, the woman standing next to them with her hair pulled back in a messy bun and oversized sweatshirt — it was all terrifying, to say the least. But even worse than that were the comments they made out loud, when Elisabeth was sure they couldn’t see her eavesdropping. 

— How is such a successful man with this stupid little girl? — the woman said, showing the magazine to her daughter. The girl nodded and laughed.

When she returned to the penthouse, Elisabeth set the bags down on top of the kitchen island and leaned back against the stone countertop, taking a deep breath. It was as if she'd gone back to VIS, reliving the hell her classmates had put her through. Only this time on an even bigger scale.

— Liesl? — Toto said, standing in the kitchen doorway.

— Yes — she replied, opening one of the bags and taking out their groceries. Her eyes were full of tears.

— Is everything okay?

Elisabeth took a deep breath, not daring to look back. She didn't want Toto to see her crying.

— Yes — she said softly, the tightness in her throat strangling her voice.

— Did something happen at the market?

The memory of the girl's laughter made a tear fall down her cheek. Elisabeth swiped her hand across her face, wiping it away.

— No, nothing happened.

She heard footsteps behind her, and suddenly, a pair of hands landed on her waist, making Elisabeth spin on her axis, causing her to meet Toto's dark eyes. Her bottom lip began to tremble, and a few seconds later, she collapsed in his arms, tears wetting the gray T-shirt he was wearing.

It was all too much for her. 

The sound of something vibrating brought Elisabeth back to reality. She looked around for her phone, finding it in the console to her right. The screen had turned on, with Toto's name in big letters, along with a picture she'd discreetly taken of him one night as he read something by the fireplace. She smiled as she answered the call.

— Hey, darling.

— Hi, Liesl. Have you talked to your father?

— Well… No. Not yet.

— But you left the house an hour ago.

She pursed her lips. She couldn't even use the traffic as an excuse, after all, it wasn't even close to rush hour.

— I've been driving around their neighborhood for a bit — she said quietly — Now I’m parked in front of their building. I’ve been here for about ten minutes.

— But, why?

— Trying to build up the courage, Toto. I have no idea what to expect from this conversation.

Toto sighed on the other end of the line.

— Elisabeth, you know you've put this conversation off too long.

— I know…

— And, you know that no matter what he says, I'll be on your side, right?

— You will?

Toto laughed.

— Of course, Liesl. Always — he replied, making a smile spread across her face — Now take a deep breath and go. I trust you, my love.

Feeling a little more confident, Elisabeth said goodbye to Toto and ended the call. She put her phone in her bag and took a deep breath as she got out of the car, walking toward the entrance of her parents’ building. She said hello to Timo, the building’s doorman, and got into the elevator. Her hand tightened on the strap of her purse as she reached out and pressed the button to take her to the penthouse. 

As she stepped out of the elevator and walked to the apartment door, she felt her throat tighten and her hands go cold. “There's no turning back, Elisabeth”, she thought, pressing the bell. A few seconds later, she heard footsteps and the doorknob turn. However, it was not her father who appeared, but two curious black noses.

— Hello, my boys — Elisabeth said, reaching down to pet Shivas and Felix, who were barking happily, jumping around her, sniffing her coat, and trying to lick her face. Then, she realized there was a pair of familiar brown loafers on the ground in front of her.

— Shivas, Felix, sit — Niki ordered the dogs, his voice cold and abrupt. The pair of retrievers, one of them a yellow golden and the other a black flat-coated, backed up, sitting next to Niki. However, their eyes remained glued to Elisabeth as stood up from where she’d been crouched on the ground — Hello, Elisabeth.

— Good afternoon, dad — she said softly. She looked into his eyes for the first time, blue, so similar, and yet, so different from hers. She was a bit startled by the coldness in them.

— Come in — he said, standing aside for his daughter to enter. Elisabeth took off her high-heeled shoes and walked past him, walking slowly into the living room, listening to her father close the door behind her. She heard the click of the dogs’ nails as they happily followed after her. 

Niki and Marlene's living room was decorated in light, neutral shades with touches of vibrant red and orange. The layout of the room was centered around the fireplace in the center of the room, with the furniture facing it. On the fireplace mantle, there was a shelf with framed photos featuring the entire family.

Among the pictures from her childhood with her brothers in Ibiza, and of Lenny holding his newborn brother, there was a photo that she thought looked a bit out of place on that shelf. It was a photo she didn't remember seeing the last time she'd visited her parents.

It was from the 2014 Constructors' Championship celebration at the Russian Grand Prix. In it, Elisabeth was standing between Niki and Toto, holding the Constructor’s Cup in her hands, completely soaked with champagne. All three of them had wide, genuine smiles on their faces. It was the same photo that Toto had framed and sitting on a shelf in the motorhome office. Every time she set foot in the office, she always glanced at it and felt the heaviness of her guilt building inside of her chest.

— Are you okay, Elisabeth? — Niki asked, standing behind her.

— Yes, I’m fine — she turned away, a shy smile on her lips — What about you, dad?

— I’m fine — he replied seriously as he sat down in one of the armchairs in the living room, with Felix settling at his feet. The dog heaved a long sigh. Niki pointed to the sofa — Sit down.

Elisabeth walked around the coffee table and settled into the spot he had pointed to. Shivas settled just beside her right leg, resting his head in her lap. She placed her bag between her left thigh and the arm of the sofa, and used her free hand to stroke the dog’s head.

Silence in the room stretched for a few seconds, the only sound that could be heard was the tick of a clock.

— Where is my mother? — Elisabeth said in an effort to break the tension, looking at her father.

— Went to see her grandchildren — Niki said, his expression serious — But I don’t think that you came all this way to see your mother, did you?

Elisabeth pressed her lips together.

— No — she said, her voice thin.

More silence, more of the clock’s ticking. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest, her hands icy.

— You have something to tell me, right? — her father said, reaching down with his right hand to pet Felix behind the ears.

She'd spent so many nights lying on Toto's chest, listening to his heartbeat and imagining what it would be like to tell Niki about her relationship. Elisabeth had thought of hundreds of approaches, dozens of ways to break the news, thousands of possible reactions he could have when he heard her say that the man she loved was just his friend.

— Well, I... No, we... Actually, I'm the one who wants to talk, since he's not here, but we...

— Who are you talking about? Who is the other person in this ‘we’?

Elisabeth blinked.

— Toto.

— Oh, I understand.

— Do you? — her heart filled with something akin to hope.

— Well, I understand that you and Toto want to tell me something.

— Yes, we do.

— And why isn't he here?

— I thought it would be better if I came alone.

— You did?

— Well, we did… The point is, I want to tell you something that I’ve been keeping with me, well, that we’ve been keeping…

— You mean hiding, Elisabeth? — he asked, his voice cold.

She pressed her lips together. The word was much more appropriate.

— Yes, dad.

— And what are you, or rather, were you hiding?

— We're dating — she said, abruptly — Toto and I, I mean. We are a couple.

It felt like everything in the room, even time itself, stopped. It was so quiet that Elisabeth was sure she could hear a needle drop to the floor. Her eyes were hyper-focused on Niki’s face, trying to read his expression, but she couldn’t discern any particular emotion. His gaze was fixed on the floor. Elisabeth started to grow uncomfortable as the seconds crawled by.

But then, Niki, patting the Flat-coated retriever's head affectionately, looked at Elisabeth and smiled.

— I already knew.

She swallowed hard.

— Mathias sent you the photo?

— Yes. And an almost two-minute audio clip saying that he was opposed to your relationship from the start, that you two were two irresponsible people who didn't give any thought to my feelings, and that he would be by my side to support me no matter what decision I made regarding your relationship.

Elisabeth lowered her gaze, looking at Shivas. The dog still had his head in her lap, looking up at her with big brown eyes. He stared at her for a few seconds before he sighed and closed his eyes again.

— Did you say anything to him? — she asked quietly, not able to meet Niki’s eyes.

— Of course. I told him to shut up and mind his own business.

She jerked her head up and looked at Niki, her eyes going wide.

— Dad…

— Did you really think Mathias would have any bearing on my opinion on this matter, Elisabeth?

— I did, actually.

Niki laughed.

— I thought you knew me better, Mauslein.

Seeing him laughing didn't bring the relief she'd hoped for. In fact, it made her even more nervous

— Aren't you upset with me? — Elisabeth asked, quietly.

He answered her question with another question.

— Why would I be?

— Well, you always say Toto is a friend. You've never called anyone else that, as far as I know. And I’m dating someone that is that close to you…

Her father leaned back in his chair, pulling the hand that was stroking Felix's dark fur into his lap.

— Elisabeth, do you remember what I said that night at that dinner?

— Which dinner?

— The first dinner we had after making the Mercedes investment. The one where I introduced you to Toto.

If her father had said anything after her eyes had first met Toto's, Elisabeth couldn't remember. All she could remember that night was the finger-combed hair, deep voice, and the charming smile of the man who'd spent the entirety of the meal talking to Niki. She was completely unable to recall what had been discussed or even what food was served that night, but she could remember exactly how many times Toto scrunched his nose as he smiled.

“Eight times”, Elisabeth thought to herself.

— Well, you said so much…

— I said that I knew you two would get along, because you liked the same boring things.

Hearing that phrase again brought Elisabeth back to that moment. She smiled shyly, trying to ignore the heat rising in her cheeks. She hadn’t expected her father to be as right as he had been.

— When I met Toto, back in 2009 — Niki continued — What struck me most about him, aside from his stupid idea of trying to do a sub-seven-minute lap in a GT car on the Nordschleife, was how much he reminded me of you.

— Me?

— You two are determined, stubborn, smart, and never leave the negotiating table without a deal. You are passionate about what you do, confident, and committed. Plus, you are the only two people I know who like apricot jam.

She smiled at the mention of the jam. She was the only one in the family who liked apricot jam and she always had some in her fridge. However, she knew very few people who shared her enjoyment of the tart and tangy preserves. However, during one of her first mornings in Toto’s penthouse, she opened the fridge in search of milk for her coffee, Elisabeth spotted a jar of it nestled amongst the other condiments inside.

— Thanks for buying me apricot jam, you didn't have to — she smiled, sitting down at the table and popping open the jar. Toto raised an eyebrow as he looked up from that day's edition of Der Standard in his hands.

— I didn't buy it for you.

The answer had taken her by surprise. With a slice of brioche cut in half and a little bit of the jam spread over it, Elisabeth stared at him.

— No? But…

— I like apricot jam — he said — It’s especially good on croissants.

Elisabeth smiled.

— It really is — she replied, offering a slice of the brioche she'd just made to Toto. He took a generous bite, and ended up with his nose smeared with jam. It made Elisabeth burst out laughing as she tried to clean it with her fingers, only to smear more of it on his face. The memory of that morning made her smile.

— You should give it a chance, dad. It’s good.

— No, no — Niki said, with a smile — More for you, you know.

Looking at Niki for a few seconds, Elisabeth realized that much of the tension in the air had dissipated. However, there were still a few unanswered questions.

— Does that mean you…

— Knew you were interested in Toto and he was interested in you? Of course. Toto was never discreet with his feelings about you. He was very obvious, the way he looked at you, the way he talked about you. But you couldn’t hide it, either.

— Were we that obvious?

Niki sighed.

— Elisabeth, you've always been an open book to me. I always knew when you were hiding something.

— But I’ve never hid anything from you, dad. Well, not before this…

— Summer of 2002 — Niki cut her off — Remember, Mauslein?

“That summer is hard to forget”, she thought, pursing her lips. The family had gone to Ibiza at the end of August to enjoy the first days of the Spanish summer. However, that season was a little different than their previous trips to the island. Niki had invited Sarah, the ex-wife of James Hunt, as well as her two children, Tom and Freddie, to spend a few weeks at the Lauda family’s home.

Between walks on the beach, some riding and a kiss on a deserted beach, Elisabeth found herself living her first love with Freddie Hunt. It was a pure, simple feeling, driven by Freddie’s charm — he had definitely gotten it from his father. Things culminated in Elisabeth spending her first night with a boy.

After everyone else had gone to bed, Freddie left the guest room he was sharing with his brother and crept down the hall to her room. It was practically a habit of his during that two-week stay, after Mathias showed a bit of jealousy over the attention Freddie paid to his sister during the day.

But that night was different from the others. Elisabeth went to dinner wearing a short linen dress that left her tanned legs showing, and Freddie didn't even have time for Elisabeth to whisper good night before kissing her and leading her to her bed. Of course, that first night was nothing like the nights she spent with Toto. After all, she hadn't even had an orgasm before he came, sweaty and out of breath. However, it had been something special for her, especially given the affection with which he had treated her. It was the first time that Elisabeth had ever felt beautiful and desirable, and not like the ugly duckling. 

Their story didn't last long, in the end. Freddie had to return with his mother and brother to England. However, her night with the boy had remained a fond memory for Elisabeth. It was one of the few happy memories she had of her teenage years.

— What about the summer of 2002?

— Remember when we had Sarah and the Hunt boys over in Ibiza? I remember how close you and Freddie were.

— We were practically the same age, dad. It's natural.

— I think it's also natural to see him leave your room in the morning with his hair messed up and his shorts inside out — Niki retorted, with an impish smile. Elisabeth's eyes widened — He made the same face when he saw me in the hallway, his hand still on your doorknob. I remember saying just one thing to him before he headed for the stairs.

— What did you say? — she asked, dreading the answer.

— I asked if he wanted a cup of coffee, or if he'd already had the breakfast of champions.

Elisabeth brought a hand up to her face, shaking her head. Her face burned with embarrassment, even twenty years later.

— You didn't…

— I did — Niki said, laughing — The poor kid couldn't answer me. He just excused himself and ran to his room. He didn't look at me for the rest of the time they were in Ibiza, he said goodbye without even looking me in the eye. I think I traumatized the poor boy.

She laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She was still a bit embarrassed about it. Elisabeth definitely didn't expect her father to pay so much attention to her. After the laughter had died down and silence settled in the air, she had the courage to look up at Niki again.

— So, did you always know? I mean, about me and Toto…

— Always? No, that’s a strong word. I suspected at first that there was a mutual interest. But then he showed up with that French model… Aurélie, was it? And I could see that you weren’t as close as I thought. But after you left during that Grand Prix weekend in Monaco, he didn’t go a day without asking about you — her father said — That was, until we won the Constructors’ title in 2014. You two were the only ones to not show up for the team dinner. I even thought about stopping by your rooms to check if you were all right, but I suspected that you were busy.

She had no idea what to say to that. 

— Then, in Melbourne last year, I realized for sure you were together. I was coming back from having dinner with Lewis and decided to stop by Toto's room. For one thing, he took five minutes to open the door, and answered it wearing a bathrobe that was too small for him. I thought I was going to get a free show for a few minutes. Once I stepped inside, I saw that there was something on the bed, almost hidden under the sheets. It was your phone.

— How did you know it was mine?

— Do you know anyone else who has a fluorescent turquoise phone case, Elisabeth?

Pursing her lips, she looked down to see Shivas was dozing in her lap, his back moving slightly with his quiet breathing. She never wanted to trade places with a dog more  than she did right now: no problems, no worries, just sleeping peacefully and thinking about the next meal.

— You mean that…

— I knew it was you and what you were doing before I even saw the panties under the chair. Actually, that’s why I told him to use protection.

— But…

— Elisabeth, did you really think I would care if I didn't know you were the one having sex with him?

She blinked.

Silence filled the room again.

— Well, the point is that I’ve known for a long time that you were together — Niki spoke again — But there's something I still can't understand, Mauslein. Why didn't you tell me before?

— Dad…

— I always made it clear that you could tell me anything, that I trusted you and that you could trust me.

— I know…

— Did I say something that discouraged you at some point?

— No, dad. It was just the opposite.

— What do you mean by that?

She sighed.

— I spent a lot of time denying myself the chance to feel anything for Toto. I was afraid to feel something, actually. I was afraid of being vulnerable, of the pain that came with it. But my heart was a bit more stubborn than my head. It hurt me much more to resist it than to accept that he felt the same way I did.

— Mauslein…

— And I hesitated. I kept almost telling him how I felt, but I couldn’t ever bring myself to do it. And then, I remembered what you said on that flight to Bahrain after Lenny was born. You told me not to deny myself the chance to be happy. And I found mine in that man.

Niki's lips curved slightly.

— He's sensitive, understanding, intelligent and funny. Toto complements and completes me in a way that no other person ever has. We have the same ambitions, the same dreams, the same goals. I look at him and I see my future. He’s my best friend, my boyfriend, the future father of my children, my partner in crime. I love him, dad. I love him and am willing to fight with him, and fight for him.

As Elisabeth spoke, she felt something hot run down her face. A tear. She ran a hand quickly over her face, lowering her head, trying to hide her emotions. She had never stopped to reflect on the extent of her feelings for Toto. It was a completely different love than she felt for her parents, siblings or nephews. It wasn't something almost natural, but rather, a feeling that had grown inside her chest until it was too big to just be inside her.

— You know how I feel about this, Elisabeth — Niki said, his tone serious. Looking up at her father, she swallowed — I just want to see you happy, my daughter. I want to see you smiling, happy. And I can see that Toto is capable of leaving you just like that.

— You mean that…

— If you need my blessing or any of that bullshit to make you feel at ease, know that you both have had it from minute one. I trust Toto to be by your side, and I trust you for following your heart.

More tears streamed down Elisabeth's face.

They were tears of relief. Tears of happiness.

— I don't think you'll ever learn that you can't cry in front of me, otherwise I'll start crying — Niki muttered, getting up from his chair — Come here, Mauslein.

Lifting herself gently so as not to disturb the still-sleeping Shivas, Elisabeth rose from the sofa and let herself be enfolded in her father's arms, nestling her head in the crook of his neck. Feeling his hand caress the back of her head, she felt like a child again, being comforted by her father after her brothers had excluded her from some play or after some misadventure at school.

That was one of her safe places. It always would be, as long as she lived.

Lifting her head slightly, Elisabeth chuckled as Niki placed a kiss on her forehead, the same way she had when she was little, running the tips of his calloused fingers, which had gripped the hard steering wheels of the cars he’d driven over the years, over his daughter’s cheeks.

— I thought you realized I was happy for you when you looked at the pictures over the fireplace, Mauslein — her father muttered.

She turned to look at the pictures on the mantle and the 2014 title celebration photo seemed to stand out among the sandcastles and toothless smiles. It was the last detail that was missing for her to realize that this was no longer one of the scenarios she had made up in her head.

— You put that picture there…

— Well, we have pictures of Mathias with Claire, we needed one of you and your partner. I found this one very adequate, but we can change it. You probably have taken better ones since then.

— Is that your way of saying he's family?

Niki smiled.

— Yes, Mauslein. Toto is part of our family now. I can’t wait to call him my son-in-law.

#toto wolff #niki lauda #formula 1 fic #formula 1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #wlffog #natsversion #f1 x oc #formula 1 x oc #toto wolff x oc #scwlff

[thegirlwithchlorine]

So... we can talk about how nobody here writes for classic F1 drivers, come on I can't be the only one who wants fanfics with Ayrton Senna, Damon Hill or even Alain Prost, hell i even take a Nelson Piquet fanfic

#ayrton senna #nelson piquet #damon hill #giles vilenueve #niki lauda #I don't know #I just want Ayrton Senna fanfics #alain prost #nigel mansell #michael schumacher #elio de angelis

[lil-ol-shipper]

It’s canon that Niki is not good at romance or portraying himself like a "normal" husband. But there are things Marlene notices that he does to show that he cares:

He always makes her favorite foods. Even when he fails miserably or he dislikes said food. Ex: mushrooms. Marlene is a mushroom girly and Niki hates them.

Niki always drives and always opens the car door for her. Not that he doesn't trust her to drive, he believes that his woman shouldn't have to worry about driving. Especially when she's married to a Formula 1 driver.

Niki can get protective and vice versa for the famous couple, especially after Niki's accident. It's the little subtle gestures he makes in public, being a celebrity can be very dangerous. Ex: hand on the back when escorting her everywhere, whenever they walk alongside the track Niki puts himself between her and the road/cars, being protective at the after parties or the press conferences. He never takes his eyes off of her.

Slowly Niki has gotten better at remembering their anniversary date. The first time he forgot, a week later he came to her workplace holding flowers and wearing the brown suede blazer she loved. The second time, he took her out to a fancy restaurant and told her to order whatever she wanted. The last time he didn't give her expensive gifts, take her out for dinner, or try making up for it. The last time it was Marlene who forgot and Niki was the one who remembered.

Niki tries every chance he gets to make her laugh. One time Niki made her laugh while they were eating. Usually, Niki is the one who's taken away with work so these dinners together were very rare. When he made a joke about a certain British Formula 1 playboy, Marlene had laughed so hard that the wine she was drinking came out of her nose.

Bonus Marlene tidbit: Marlene's love language is acts of service/gift giving. Platonicly and romantically. She loves taking care of Niki as well as her friends and family. For James' birthday, she had ordered a special (very expensive) whiskey and a new drink cart for his collection of assorted fine wines and bourbons. It was difficult for Niki to adapt to someone taking care of him. He grew up independent, most of his previous relationships never lasted long for various reasons for him to get close enough. Marlene snuck her way in and broke down his walls. For that reason he had learned to accept what Marlene wants, she gets.

#more brain rot #rush #rushmovie #rush2013 #niki lauda #marlene lauda #niki x marlene #im on my bullshit again #headcanon #fanfics #theyre so cute #this one is sloppy but you get the idea #too busy writing rush fanfics rn

[detroit-grand-prix]

Wildest Dreams Chapter 20 - Everything Has Changed

Chapter summary: The new race calendar has been set, and Phoebe heads to Austria to compete in her first-ever race: The 2020 Austrian Grand Prix.

Content warning: N/A

Chapter word count: 5,648

Author's Notes: Okay, this is where the real-world race results are going to start to deviate a bit from actual results and timelines a bit. More or less without being too spoilery, don't expect the situation at Williams to be quite the same as it was in real-time. I mean, they're not going to be competing for championships still, but I think their fortunes will fare a little bit better than they actually did in 2020. When I wrote this story originally, I didn't know much about Niki Lauda. Since working on "Star-Crossed" with @totowlff, I've come to have more appreciation and fondness for him, and wish I'd shown him more in the story leading up to this point, but it is what it is. I've written a new section in this chapter for him, though. I will also not do a complete chapter for each race like I did with this one, but I wanted to spend time here since it's Phoebe's first F1 race. Here's a picture of Susie Wolff's helmet from her time at Williams. She debuted this design in 2014. It was designed for her by Roland Mouret, a French fashion designer that Susie likes (or at least did in 2014). I thought since it was likely that she wouldn't be able to go because of restrictions, she'd like to do something special for Bee's first race. There are slight modifications just because Williams wasn't sponsored by Martini anymore. If you want to hear what Phoebe's engineer sounds like, he's in this video of all of the 2020 engineers. The link will take you right to the relevant part of the video. He's Latifi's engineer, but Phoebe is in Latifi's seat right now, so Gaetan is her engineer. If you've never seen the pit board group picture that's mentioned, here's an okay example of one. It seems like teams will take them after the race when they get a good result. Lewis and Valtteri are both in front of their pit boards here, but I think Williams getting into Points and Almost Points on their first outing of 2020 would have been HUGE for them after the 2019 they had.

Red Bull Ring, Spielberg, Styria, Bezirk Murtal, Austria July 1st, 2020

The revised season calendar was finally set, and the first two races would be in Austria, at the Red Bull Ring. The two races Bee was most looking forward to this year, in Suzuka and Austin, were both officially canceled, but Bee was still happy that she would get to race. She’d even had special helmet designs planned for those two races, specifically. At least they’d get to go to Monza, still - she had another special helmet planned for that race, too.

Rather than go back to the UK, Bee opted to stay in Stuttgart for the month between the calendar being confirmed and the first race. She had to make sure to be extra-diligent about working out and getting some limited practice in her at-home racing sim. It wasn’t the same as using the proper sim at the factory, but with lockdowns, travel restrictions, and mandated quarantine periods, going back to Grove would be more trouble than it was worth.

She checked in with Natalie via Zoom before she left for Austria. Bee felt a little bad for Natalie - she was apparently quite busy with a lot of her clients being other athletes that were temporarily out-of-work and likely not dealing well with being idle. Motorsport was one of the only sports that was planning a comeback. 

“I was so nervous the entire run-up to Australia, and it didn’t even happen.” Bee told Natalie. “And it feels weird because I’m not nervous right now, but I’m sure on Saturday and Sunday I’m gonna be a mess.”

“Well, what’s the absolute worst thing that can happen?”

Bee turned over the possibilities in her mind. Sure, the worst thing was probably any of the inherent risks of high-level motorsport, but those risks were always there, and had been there since she was young. 

“I dunno. Having a bad race, I guess. Finishing last.” Bee said. 

“And is it going to be the end of your career if you have a bad race, on your first race? Everyone has had bad races. Even Lewis. Even Max. And it’s your first one! The beauty of it being your first race is that you’re sort of free from any expectations of how you’ll perform, I think. Sure, Claire will want you to do well, and I’m sure you’ll want to do well for yourself, but you don’t have a baseline to live up to yet.”

That was true. It was freeing. It wouldn’t last, but even George had a very rough year and nobody was doubting his talent. Bee didn’t have quite the level of pure, raw talent that George had, but she certainly would try.

Instead of staying in hotels, a lot of drivers were planning on renting motorhomes for the race, and staying on the trackside campsites that fans normally used, since there would be no fans in attendance at this race. One of the other drivers put a link in their WhatsApp group to a company that did motorhome rentals in the area, and would even drop it off at the track so Bee wouldn’t have to worry about driving it there - she was a professional driver, sure, but a large motorhome was very different than an F1 car or her little Mercedes hatchback. 

Bee thought it was a great idea - she used to love camping with her parents and grandparents when she was younger. Every summer, Bee and her parents would take a long trip to the US, and it included a camping trip with Bee’s grandparents on her mom’s side to the Upper Peninsula, generally staying in a state park on the shore of Lake Superior. Plus, it would make social distancing far easier than it would be while staying in a hotel.

Bee arrived at the track on Wednesday, having flown from Stuttgart to Graz. It all felt almost routine at this point. Her visits to Austria had become frequent - she’d been making this trip at least once a year for the past six years, since her Formula Renault days, and she’d flown into Vienna last spring for Niki Lauda’s funeral.

That was a sad day. It was pouring rain in Vienna on the day of the Mass, which seemed appropriate for the occasion. Bee hadn’t been to many funerals, and certainly not one quite as massive. It had also been a long time since she’d been to church. Her mother had grown up Catholic. Bee had been baptized and her family attended Mass when they lived in Michigan, but they hadn’t bothered going since moving to Germany. 

Going to St. Stephen’s Cathedral was almost as awe-inspiring as meeting Niki the first time had been. The moment when Niki called her “The American from Stuttgart” and told her that he was happy that she was with Mercedes would stand out in her mind forever. 

Bee regretted the fact that she hadn’t gotten to know Niki as well as she would have liked to before he became too ill to attend races any more. Before his health took a turn for the worst, she had been at a few races that he was in attendance, always watching by Toto's side. There was something about him - maybe what he meant to the sport, maybe his famed swagger and bluntness, that made her a bit intimidated by him. Bee wasn't sure why she was so nervous around him. He never gave her any reason to be - he always was very kind to her, and he reminded a little bit of her grandfather, Daniel.

On one occasion, though, Bee plucked up the courage to ask him to take a selfie with her. It was during a rather dull free practice session, but she wanted to send it to her dad. Her dad had a hard time believing that she was working so closely with the Niki Lauda, one of his childhood heroes.

"Well, if he doesn't believe you," he said, with a wry smile, "I guess you could just bring him to the track."

She never got the chance after that, but at least he obliged her. As far as she knew, her dad's desktop background on his work computer was still Bee's selfie of her with Niki Lauda.

She always had found it touching that he knew of her before they’d even met, and remembered who she was just by description when Toto introduced the two of them at the first US Grand Prix she’d gone to, shortly after being made a Mercedes junior. The idea that she somehow registered in his mind, despite all of the people who he had known and met over the years, was jarring. Bee had never thought of herself as anyone exceptional, even though being a woman and gotten as far in racing as she had made her only one of a few. 

“He remembers everyone. Plus, as often as Susie talks about you to him, I’m definitely not surprised.” Toto said, when she mentioned it once.

During the service, she mostly stuck by George the entire time. She was nearly overwhelmed as she was introduced to a lot of Formula 1 luminaries of the past that her father had grown up admiring. She managed to avoid talking to Dr. Marko. She spotted Daniel Bruhl, who was one of her favorite actors, but couldn’t work up the courage to say anything to him, given the solemnity of the occasion. She spoke briefly to Toto and Susie. Toto looked sadder than she’d ever seen him, which was understandable, given how close he and Niki had been. Toto introduced Bee to his two older children, Benedict and Rosa. They were both just a few years younger than Bee was. Bee was surprised at how similar both of them looked to Toto, given how much Jack looked like Susie. 

The service was a fitting tribute for the man - maybe a bit more solemn than he was, but it an occasion befitting a giant of the motorsport world.

As far as getting ready for the race, there were seemingly a million little tasks to accomplish, which helped prevent her from getting too nervous. She had to submit a negative test to the FIA four days before arriving. She found her rental motorhome fairly easily as well. It was small, but quite nice inside - very modern-looking, certainly nothing like the old Winnebago her grandparents owned when she was young. She also rented a bicycle from the rental company with it - drivers wouldn’t be allowed to go out or do any socializing with each other, but she had started to enjoy biking during her free time over the pandemic, and Toto mentioned that there were some very nice trails and bike routes around Styria.

It looked like Emilia had already been by to drop off groceries and supplies for the week. Since teams would have limited staff, interaction would be restricted to team bubbles, and drivers wouldn’t be able to go out, she would have to fend for herself as far as meals go. Well, somewhat - Emilia would be doing the cooking, because she was in charge of Bee’s meal plan anyway, and Bee was a terrible cook. 

She started putting her clothes and things away when Emilia came in. 

“Oh, good, you made it. You found the groceries, I assume? And the bike? We can do a training ride later.”

“Oh, did you bring one too?”

“Yes, I thought it was a good idea, so I rented one as well. That way I can make sure you’re not slacking.” Emilia said, teasing Bee a little.

Emilia sat down at the motorhome’s kitchenette table and produced a stack of papers from her backpack with an official-looking FIA header and started flipping through them. 

“Now”, she said, “You’ll need to go to the garage once you get settled in here to check in with Claire, you’ll need to do a COVID test, and they’ve instituted some rules regarding team bubbles. You’ll need to observe social distancing rules - two meters apart from anybody not on your team, no going into other team garages or motorhomes or you’ll be subject to fines, no going out unless it’s necessary, all of the usual things. It sounds like other teams are setting up bubbles-within-bubbles, but I don’t think we are, but the sheet says to keep interaction limited to your engineer and mechanics. And your ‘manager, performance coach, and press officer are exempt from team bubble restrictions, along with team staff as necessary’.” She said, reading directly from the sheet.

“Well, okay then.” Bee said, putting the last of her things away. “I guess I’m ready, if you want to go over to the garage with me.”

Bee got checked in with Claire, went over and stood in line to get her test, nearly sneezed on the swab as they put it up her nose, and walked up the paddock, just to see who had all arrived. It was eerily quiet, without any fans and a limited number of staff for each team. The only press around was the media staff that worked directly for Formula 1.

When she thought about it, though, this wasn’t the worst way to experience her first F1 race. She would rather there not be a global pandemic raging if she had the choice, but with less of an audience at the track, there would be less pressure on her. Sure, there was a television audience, and she would need to be able to focus, but the atmosphere might be more akin to pre-season testing than an actual race.

She had some time to take a nap, and then Emilia got her up to go on a 30km bike ride (Emilia called it a “short ride”) before dinner. They rode in a wide loop around to the nearby town of Knittelfeld and back. They rode past the hospital Bee was taken to after her accident, just over four years ago.

“Did I ever tell you that the worst race of my life was here?” Bee said, while her and Emilia were taking a short rest under a tree.

“No, what happened?” Emilia said, handing Bee an brightly-colored electrolyte drink from her backpack. 

Bee took a long sip of the drink and said, “I was in Formula 3, so… it was just over four years ago now. I was about to overtake this kid - he was a Red Bull junior too, just like I was at the time - and he squeezed me into a wall, right at the Rindt corner, which is turn 9, I think. They had these big kerbs at the time called sausage kerbs - to prevent you from leaving the track to pass. Anyway, my car kind of vaulted over it a little and when I landed, I ended up in the wall. I ended up with a concussion and a broken wrist. They had to put my radius back together with a plate, and they had to take a graft from my hip because it broke my scaphoid, too.”

“Oh, yeah, scaphoid fractures take a while to heal unless you use a vascularized bone graft.” Emilia said, nodding.

“Yeah, exactly - that’s what my surgeon told me. Anyway, I was in that hospital that we rode past a little bit ago for almost a week. And then I got thrown out of the Red Bull program. Helmut Marko - you’ll see him around - called me before I was even out of the hospital, and left me a voicemail. They were my only sponsor at the time. I was convinced my career was over.” Bee handed the empty bottle back to Emilia and stood back up, ready to make the trip back.

“Well, it wasn't. And you’re here now, as a Formula 1 driver.” Emilia said, zipping the empty bottle back into her backpack and climbing onto her bike. “That’s pretty cool, I think.”

“Yeah, I think so, too.”

The next day was the track walk, press conferences, and strategy briefings, but there was a little more time between activities because of the lack of sponsor activities and press obligations. Bee and George were paired together for the virtual press conference, because the interviews were done within team bubbles. They were still on the stage like they would be for any other press conference, but reporters were asking questions via Zoom instead of being in the building.

Bee did get a few of the expected questions about it being her first race, how she felt as the first woman to enter a Grand Prix in a while, but to her relief, she got some questions that weren’t related, like what it was like to develop last year’s car, and how it was feeling this year. 

She saw Toto in the paddock as she was leaving the press conference. She waved, but he dashed over to where she was. 

“Bienchen! Good to see you! I know we can’t hug but we can -” He stuck his elbow out for a socially-distanced ‘handshake’ like she’d seen other people doing.

They tapped elbows, and laughed about it - it looked and felt a bit silly.

“Well, you’re my manager, so I think you’re allowed in my ‘bubble’, but better safe than sorry.”

“Oh, before I forget,” he said suddenly. “I actually have something to give you. Are you staying at the hotel, or at the campsite?”

“I’m at the campsite, I’m not far from the entrance. If you text me later, I’ll just meet you outside of my motorhome.”

As promised, Toto met her at her campsite later on, a large box in his arms.

“Now, this is from Susie, since she couldn’t come this weekend… just because of restrictions and all. She wanted to be here for your first race, but she said this would have to do. She said that the only stipulation is that you have to call her on FaceTime when you open it, and you can’t open it until Sunday morning before you head over to the garage.”

“Oh, intriguing. She must know how much I hate surprises.” Bee laughed. “Do you know what it is?”

“No. She wouldn’t tell me, I think she was worried I’d spoil the surprise.”

They chatted for a few minutes, catching up on what they’d been up to on their breaks. Bee thought Toto looked far more relaxed than usual, almost younger. He had a markedly shorter haircut, which likely had something to do with it. Apparently he and Susie had been staying in Austria, and it had been nice for them to be able to spend so much time together.

“But, I did miss all of this,” he said, waving his hand. “It’s nice to get back to racing. I don’t want to say I was getting bored, but, maybe a little.”

Friday rolled around, and it was time for free practices. It would be the first time Bee - or any of the drivers, really - would be in an F1 car in a while. For the first few laps, it felt very strange to be driving the car again. The first time she was on her brake, her head tilted forward, like she’d forgotten that she needed to hold herself upright. After that, though, she managed to regain her muscle memory and things were coming back to her. 

Bee wasn’t really nervous until qualifying, but she tried to remember what George had said - that it was fine if she didn’t have a great first run, she would have more chances. 

Unlike Formula 2 and 3, where qualifying was a 30-minute straight drive for lap time where your time determined your grid placement, Formula 1’s qualifying was a bit more complicated. For the first 20 minutes, all 20 cars on the grid try to set the fastest time, and the slowest 5 are eliminated from advancing to the next qualifying round. The same thing happens again, and then the final 10 move on to the third round, or “Q3”.

Bee was the third driver out on the track, behind both of the Alfa Romeos. It was best to try and get out of the garage as soon as possible to avoid getting stuck in traffic on the track. George managed to squeak by into the second round of qualifying by a fairly thin margin. Bee was eliminated in Q1, but her only goal was to not qualify in P20, and she ended up in P17, so it wasn’t an entirely unsuccessful session. For Williams, though, it was a massive improvement to even have a car in the Q2 round after not being able to do so at all last season, so the mood in the garage when Bee returned was jubilant.

Despite the suspense almost making her give in and open the box, Bee waited to see what was in Susie’s package until Sunday morning. She got up, got dressed in her team kit, and called Susie on WhatsApp while she was sitting at the kitchenette in her motorhome. Emilia wouldn’t be around for a bit, so she figured now was a good time.

She called Susie’s number, and waited a moment for the call to connect. Susie’s face appeared a moment later, with Jack sitting in her lap.

“Hi, Susie! Hi, Jack!”

“Hi, Phoebe!” (“Bee!” Jack squealed as he waved at her.) “Okay, I see that Toto gave you the package, and it’s not been opened yet, so that’s good.”

“And you wanted to watch me open it with you watching?”

“I did!” 

“Okay, let’s see.” She cut the packing tape on the plain cardboard box, and there was another, glossy black box underneath. There were no logos or anything on it, but she had an assumption on what was inside given the approximate size, shape, and weight of it. It was very familiar-feeling.

“Do you know what it is?”

“I have a guess.” 

“Go ahead and open it!”

She took the lid off the box, and removed the foam insert covering the top. There was a greeting card envelope underneath. She opened the card first - there was a message in Susie’s neat handwriting on a plain white card.

“Bee,

Today is the day of your first race as a Formula 1 driver.You were 15 years old when we met. I will never forget meeting that fierce, determined young woman who one day dreamed of reaching Formula 1. You’ve had a long, hard road to get there, but I never had any doubt that you’d make it one day. When I told you that you had the heart of a lioness, I meant it, and I still do.

The day you had your last race in Formula Renault, you gave me your helmet to thank me for my help. I still have it - it’s on a shelf in my office at Venturi. You’ve never had to thank me - I’ve always been happy to support you, and it’s been a joy to see your journey in motosport so far. I really wanted to see your first race and cheer you on in person, but that wasn’t possible, given the circumstances. You told me then that you wanted to give me one of your Formula 1 helmets one day, but I decided that I would beat you to the punch by giving you your first Formula 1 helmet. I hope you wear it during today’s race and know that I’m with you in spirit and cheering you on from Vienna. 

Go get ‘em.

<3 Susie :)”

It was signed with her signature and the trademark smiley face she always included in her signature.

She lifted the foam covering off of the top of the box, and saw a white dome with the number 50, in a neat, navy blue sans-serif font. She lifted it out of the box, and couldn’t help but gasp.

It was the brand and style of helmet that Bee wore, but it was painted to be a copy of the helmet Susie used when she was a Williams test driver in 2014.

It wasn’t an exact copy, of course - Martini was no longer Williams’ title sponsor, so a few things had to be changed out of necessity. The Martini-branded stripes had been changed to regular red, white, and blue stripes, which was convenient given that it was close to the original, and Bee was American. There was a single light blue star on the back, and one on each side below the visor. Each side of it had a pattern of red and blue squares and stripes that made it look like a modern art painting. Susie had told her the original design was made by a fashion designer that was a favorite of Susie’s, Roland Mouret. On the side, where Susie’s signature was on her original, she had signed the name “Phoebe” with the same smiley face. Other than those subtle changes and the current sponsor logos, it was a shockingly close replica of the original.

Bee had always really liked Susie’s helmet, and was disappointed when she joined Williams the year after they no longer had Martini as a title sponsor. 

Bee was speechless, and swallowed around the lump in her throat that had formed. 

“Susie, this is…”

“Do you like it?” She looked expectant, almost.

“I love it. It’s… I can’t even describe it. I’m so excited.” Bee’s vision was going a little blurry from the tears that had come to her eyes. “I was really upset when I realized that you wouldn’t be able to be here for my first race, but… this really is the next best thing.”

Emilia came in then. She was there to make sure Bee was up and ready and ate something before they needed to go to the garage. She had a few light media duties before she’d need to get ready today - her and George were slated to give a brief interview for the pre-race broadcast.

“Who are you talking to?” Emilia said, in German.

“It’s Susie, she’s on WhatsApp.” Bee said. “Look what she gave me!” she said, holding up her new helmet.

“Oh!” Emilia said, coming around to the front of Bee’s laptop. “Hello, Susie. How are you? I hope you’ve been doing well.”

“I’m good, Emilia! Nice to see you again! Take good care of Bee today.” Susie said.

“I will.”

“I have to go, Susie. I have to eat before we go over to the paddock, but I really appreciate this. I’m going to bring it to the garage right away so they can get the visor films on it. Call me later, if you get a chance.”

“I will, Bee. Good luck today. I’m rooting for you. I’ll be watching, and I’ll definitely call you later on.”

Bee had a protein shake with her breakfast, which was some oatmeal with some almond butter and berries mixed in. It wasn’t quite the same as peanut butter, but it was passable, and a good source of carbs and protein to keep her full and energized all day. She also started drinking the horrid isotonic drink to make sure she was hydrated. She’d be sipping on it near constantly until the race started.

“I have a question,” Emilia said. “I’ve been learning a lot about racing since you hired me, but there’s still one thing I don’t know.”

“Hm?” Bee said.

“Why do your drink bottles have those long tubes? I understand the bite valve, but not the tubing.”

“Oh. It’s so you can drink out of it with your helmet on, if you wanted, especially when you’re sitting and waiting in the garage before you get started, or between qualifying rounds, or something. There’s also a drink system in the car - there’s a tube that passes through your helmet and into your mouth, but I don’t like using those. They’re too prone to malfunctioning and then you just end up with a mess, so I don’t bother, unless it’s really humid out.”

They walked over to the paddock so Bee could do her media duties, and then she and Emilia went to her drivers’ room in the garage so she could warm up and change. She gave her new helmet to one of her mechanics to have the visor tear-offs applied. There was also a driver’s presentation where there would normally be a drivers’ parade,

Afterward, Emilia helped her with her warm up, stretch out, and gave her a brief massage, ironing out the knots in her shoulders and neck. Emilia was incredible at this, and Bee found it very relaxing. 

“Not too sore after qualifying yesterday? Do we need to tape anything? I know it’s been a while.”

“No, it’s not too bad, but we’ll see what I feel like after the race.”

“Are you feeling okay? Nervous at all?” 

“Strangely, no. Not right now. I just feel… I don’t know. I’m happy I finally got here.”

“Good. Get changed then, I’ll see you out in the pit lane.”

She and George both came out of their rooms around the same time. They gave each other a fist-bump, but George pulled Bee into a hug, social distancing be damned for the moment. They were both still masked, at least. 

“Good luck today, Phoebe. You’ll only get one first race, so don’t worry about the end result. Just do your best and have fun.”

“I will. Thank you, George. Kick some ass and get us into the points.”

They had to go out onto the start line for the national anthem. Each of the drivers was wearing a t-shirt given to them by the GPDA union in support of the Black Lives Matter protests happening in the United States - they were black t-shirts with “END RACISM” in large white letters. 

They all stood in a circle on the start line around podiums that held each of the podium trophies. A string quartet (plus an accordion and bassoon player) stood on a platform above the pitlane. They were wearing traditional alpine costumes - the women wearing dirndls, the men wearing lederhosen. A pair of skydivers drifted above the track, holding an enormous Austrian flag between them. The entire anthem was instrumental, which made Bee wonder what the lyrics for the Austrian national anthem were. The only part that was sung were the last words: “Vielgeliebtes Österreich!” (Austria, dearly loved!)

Finally, it was time. Bee walked back to the garage. She put her radio earbuds in, her HANS device on, put on her helmet, and pulled her gloves on.

She climbed into the car, and the mechanics went to work, getting the car out onto its place on the grid. 

“Radio check.” Gaetan, her engineer, said.

“Loud and clear.”

The nerves started to hit her with a vengeance, then. It was becoming too real. She tried to breathe, to visualize the racing line around the track, just like Susie had told her to do all those years ago. She wasn’t sure if it actually did anything to benefit her performance other than give her something to focus on, but it always seemed to work for her. 

Finally, the mechanics dropped her car off of its jacks and withdrew. She saw the marshal wave the green flag. Time seemed to slow as the starting lights turned on. She didn’t blink. Finally, it was lights out on her first race.

She got a decent start, but ended up in some pretty heavy traffic around turn 1. The first few laps went without incident, and without really any changes in track position. Eventually, Max and Lance had issues that caused their retirements. Gaetan kept her up to date on retirements, kept updating her on her pace. 71 laps was a long race, but once she got started, Bee didn’t even really notice how fast time was passing. George was right - it felt like any other race she’d done. There were more and more retirements - 7 in all, strangely none of them from collisions. She and George were both steadily moving up the grid. He was able to grab 9th place after Giovinazzi from Alfa Romeo had a fuel pressure issue. Bee finished her first Formula 1 race in 11th - just striking distance away from the points, following Sebastian, of all people. A double points finish for the team - even a points finish for her, would have been absolutely incredible, but she was mostly just happy she’d made it to the end and that her car had been reliable enough to get her there. Maybe she had gotten lucky with so many other retirements happening, but for now, she’d take it.

“Good job, Phoebe. There’s the flag, that is P-11. An excellent first race in F1, I think!” Gaetan said. She could hear clapping and cheering in the background of his transmission. Compared to last years’ races, Williams was off to an incredible start. 

“Thank you! That was fun! Let’s do it again next week.”

After the cooldown lap she pulled her car into parc fermé behind Sebastian’s Ferrari. 

She felt a bit bad, because P10 was not a great result for him, but if he was upset about it, he didn’t show it. He ran up to her as she jumped down from her car and pulled her into a hug, lifting her off of her feet briefly. He set her back down and she stood there for a minute, trying to contend with the fact that her childhood idol was still racing, and she’d only finished one place behind him in her first race. It was a little overwhelming.

She couldn’t hear if he was talking through her earbuds, helmet, and balaclava, so she just patted him on the back. He released her and gave her helmet a good-natured tap. He grabbed her arm and dragged her in the direction of what she assumed was the weighbridge where they needed to go and be weighed post-race. They stripped off their helmets and balaclavas as they walked.

“That was such a fantastic first race, Phoebe. I couldn’t believe it when I looked up at one point and saw you behind me.”

“Thank you. I still can’t believe I’m here. I know I probably just got lucky with all of the retirements, but… I’ll take it.”

“Ah, but, making it until the end is half of the battle.” he said. 

As she was on the weighbridge, the other drivers milling around congratulated her, clapping her on the shoulder. They didn’t say what for, but she knew it was because she got a decent result on her first race, and probably because she was the first woman in 30 years to run in a Grand Prix. The enormity of the moment hadn’t quite set in yet - she was too sweaty, exhausted, and somehow still buzzing from adrenaline. She and George walked back to the Williams garage to a cacophony of cheers. It was their best finish in a long time - almost a double-points finish. They were technically ahead of Red Bull in the constructors’ championship right now, as both had retired, so the mood in the garage was celebratory. Claire hugged them both at once, and told them she was so proud of them. 

“Can you guys do that again next week?”

They took a group picture with a pit board, like Phoebe had seen a lot of teams do (and she was in a few from Mercedes).

Someone had changed the sign to say: 

GEORGE P9 

PHOEBE P11 - 1ST RACE!

Bee was elated. She drove in her first race. She made it until the end. She was spitting distance of earning points, which hadn’t been done by a woman since the 1970’s. She and George had given their team a good result, which they absolutely deserved for all of the hard work she did. 

She couldn’t wait to do it all again next Sunday. 

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[oldfashioned-lovergirl]

OPEN FANFICS REQUESTS (F1 edition)

Sir (King) Lewis Hamilton, Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Max Verstappen, George Russell, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Alex Albon, Kimi Raikkonen, Fernando Alonso, Sebastian Vettel, Nico Rosberg, Niki Lauda, Ayrton Senna, Michael Schumacher, Antonio Giovinazzi, Jenson Button

Pairings: Lewis Hamilton x Nico Rosberg, Kimi Raikkonen x Sebastian Vettel, Niki Lauda x James Hunt, Fernando Alonso x Jenson Button, Carlos Sainz x Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz x Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton x George Russell, Lando Norris x Oscar Piastri

I write nsfw, love triangles, masc!reader, social media au, songfics, headcanons, multiple prompts/imagines with f1 drivers and I’m willing to follow any trope, you can be specific if you want

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masterlist:

Lewis Hamilton x reader (smut)

Lewis Hamilton x pregnant!reader

Ayrton Senna x reader

Niki Lauda x James Hunt flatshare fic

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[vro0m]

Well please share your opinions then!! I want to hear them

Anon, realistically (not fanfic characterization-ly, which is a whole other subject), I think most of them are not good at it. First and foremost because most of them are, indeed, egocentric bastards, as Niki Lauda called them. And egocentric bastards don't make good sex partners. Except MAYBE if you're having enemies to lover sex, or angry sex, or revenge sex, or whatever, but again realistically : not good sex partners.

#f1 #2023 #insane night #vro0m's asks

[blorbocedes]

For prev anon,

here are a few fics ft. reader/OCs that I found really compelling! These are all mostly AO3

Dodging the Heat series by Zephoria https://archiveofourown.org/series/1037364 Sebastian Vettel / teammate+rival+all around badass OC CANNOT recommend this series enough. It reads fanfic-y but the premise and tropes are VERY well done. The MC is a bit of an idiot but a lovable idiot. This is how I got into F1blr as a whole and I've reread this series so many times.... guilty pleasure. A+

Snapshot in the fast lane by f1yogurt https://archiveofourown.org/works/40419831 Niki Lauda / photographer OC It's pretty new but the prose is very good. Author knows what they're doing. They've captured the essence of that time period and ARE doing great so far.

Lifeline by lacellak (Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/25744801-lifeline-sebastian-vettel Sebastian Vettel / Oc who takes over from her brother heikki from 2014 Okay I hate wattpad as much as the next person but this fic is an absolute GEM and everyone should read this just to show how well Wattpad can be used. The prose is clean, the idea works incredibly well and the tropes are hilarious. My only complaint is that in-universe hanna (not actually hanna but kinda similar) is kinda evil but overall a great read.

1 and 3 do contain some steamy scenes (the hate sex in 1 is something else) but if you're more inclined to the steamier side of F1 then hit me up on DMs or asks <33

NIKI LAUDA??? ok I'm gonna go read that I'm so intrigued

also I definitely trust OP's taste so once again, pinging the anon who was looking for reader x driver this one is for you!!! and if you find something you like, don't hesitate to contact OP

I don't know how I became the driver x reader recommendation hub but I don't hate it as long as someone finds something new that they enjoy ^-^

#blorbocedes ask #f1 driver x reader #driver x reader #fic recs #tagging so y'all's blocklists work don't come yell at me #seriously niki lauda x a photographer... wtf that should be me... 😔 #there are some gems on wattpad... now lost to time... elle matthews taming mr playboy you will always be famous

[tigertheatre]

I am honestly flabbergasted by people who blaze their fanfics, especially when it's some very niche rpf or something

Like if I wanted to see 'reader x niki lauda sick fic imagines', I'd look it up, audience reach is not the issue here

#no i didn't see exactly that but almost #blaze #and i get kpop shit all the time #fanfic #i don't mind but i don't read or reblog it either so like why?? #and im sure some ppl mind so youre just opening yourself up to being roasted i feel lskdjalsm

[lorna-d-m]

Notes: Little Laudas

Their daughter, Elizabeth “Lizzie” Charlotte Lauda, is born during his first retirement, maybe after two years or so. Named Rox’s middle name (her favorite grandmother), and Niki’s grandmother who gave him the money for his second car, she’s a total father’s girl and takes after him in so many ways: biting wit and cars. He went back into racing when she was little, so she spent some time around him on the track and naturally wanted to be like him. She gets bullied sometimes for being a girl that’s into racing, but she doesn’t tomboy it out and try to fit in. She makes her crash helmet pink to let everyone know they’ve been beaten by a girl. 

The son, Alexander “Alex” James Lauda (traditional first name, middle name for James obviously), gets hailed from birth as some future racing legend- the blend of Hunt and Lauda- but he’s simply not into racing. He enjoys being at the track, is proud of his dad, and supports his sister, but it’s not his thing. Alex gets lightly bullied sometimes for not being into it, once by James, but Niki and Rox immediately set the record straight, and James becomes a proud supporter of both Lizzie and Alex’s interests. Alex is into cooking, graphic design, maybe photography. 

There’s at least five years between the kids.

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[cazimagines]

Born to be wild - Chapter 20

Synopsis: Joining F1 as one of the first female drivers you knew was going to be a challenge but you weren’t prepared to deal with one particular asshole on the tracks. With the urge to win so strong within each racer, will romance pave the way? Or will it destroy everything?

Word count: 1.6k

Previous chapter: James Hunt requested to talk to you against Niki's wishes and when you listen to him, he warns you about trusting Niki and what Niki's intentions might truly be

Warnings: Smut, Oral sex (f recieving)

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His arms wrapped around your waist, squeezing you tightly. He rested his chin on your shoulder. His breath shuddered next to your ear. You felt the curls of his hair flutter against your cheek. You revved on the motorbike, your gloved hands tightening around the handles. Niki’s grip tensed.

“Really, we’re not on the track y/n,” Niki argued, glancing over your shoulder at the road.

You smirked. His voice was strained. 

“But isn’t it nice, Niki, feeling the wind in your hair, watching the world go by when that adrenalin hit you -”

“Almost hitting a pedestrian, potentially causing an accident. Do I need to continue?” Niki butts in.

 “You really doubt my driving? After all this time?”

You turned a tight corner, and you felt Niki’s grip on your waist tighten further, almost constricting you like a snake.

“It’s not you I don’t trust; it’s everything else. You don’t know what sort of idiots will try crossing the road without looking.”

You turned on the road again and pulled into a parking lot. To the side of you, there was a big grey building. On the side was a blue light-up sign that read ‘America’s Classic Car Museum’. The other day while you were waiting for Niki to finish his practice lap, you were looking through leaflets about what to do in the area, and this museum had screamed out to you. And you knew it would be one of the few things Niki might be interested in doing.  

Hand in hand, you two walked into the museum, earning a double take from the staff. A few people tried to approach you and Niki, but he waved them away dismissively with his hand. You shot them an apologetic glance, feeling that you could have spared a few minutes, but Niki had already tugged you into the other room. 

Both you and Niki would walk to a car and explain all you knew about the type of car it was. You would tell Niki all about the engineering, how it was made, and what made it unique, while Niki would tell you about the car's history, how it might drive, or how it did if he had driven a similar car before. You entertained each other with the facts you knew for the whole day. 

As you walked around with Niki, you couldn’t help the feeling of unease that settled in your stomach. Jame’s words from the other week kept ringing in your mind. After you had stormed away from James, Niki went over and asked you what he had said, but instead of telling the truth, you fed Niki a silly lie. There was no point in making Niki angry at James when their rivalry was already fierce. 

Yet was there truth in what James had said?

It seemed impossible that Niki would ever do such a thing, and you shook your head, trying to get rid of the thoughts and feelings. 

Yet you couldn’t shake them. 

The thoughts followed you as you drove the two of you back home. They followed you as you had dinner that night and followed you as the two of you got ready for bed in the evening. As you lay down in the bed, you felt Niki’s arm wrap around your side and then pull you over to face him. 

“What are you thinking?”

You tilted your head and frowned, making Niki grumble under his breath.

“Something’s on your mind; you’ve been practically silent all day. What is it?”

You shrug, looking away from the intense stare Niki had on his face. 

“It’s nothing really…” you mutter.

“It’s what James said, isn’t it?”

You finally glance back into Niki’s eyes, surprised that he could read you so clearly. You felt the words get caught in your throat, the sickening feeling that you shouldn’t tell Niki what James said, but you pushed it aside. This guilty feeling would keep eating at you until you told him. You knew it deep down, and now was the perfect time to tell him. 

“How did you know?” you sighed, glancing down and then back to him again. 

“I could tell you weren’t telling me the truth. What did he say y/n?”

You breathed in one last big breath, and the words rushed out of you. 

“He said you were only dating me to get to know what I was doing to drive so well and that you were using me, Niki. He was acting like our entire relationship was a lie. I couldn’t believe he would think such a thing and think so little of you to believe it and try to warn me. I mean, does everyone think this Niki?”

Niki stared at you wide-eyed for a moment, his lips parted. In the time it took for him to speak, you felt the shiver run up your spine and the feeling of being sick build up in your throat. But then Niki leant forward to wrap his arm around your waist and move you closer to him. 

“Of course not. James is a jealous dick. Of course, I wouldn’t do that to you, y/n. Don’t listen to him.”

Niki leaned forward and briefly pressed his lips to yours in a sweet kiss before pulling back again. 

“I love you, y/n.” 

You felt the blush rise in your cheeks and beamed at Niki.

“I love you too.” You said, smiling, and you watched as Niki’s face broke out in a grin.

Huffing, he pushed you onto your back and placed his hands on the side of your body. He leaned down and kissed you again, and as he pulled away, you leaned up, trying to chase his lips. 

He tisked at you and smirked.

“Eager little mouse, aren’t you?”

You pout at him, rolling your eyes.

“Do you blame me?”

“Not at all,” Niki whispered, pressing a gentle kiss against your cheek, then on your neck, and then moving down to your collarbone. As he moved down, he dragged the duvet off your body, exposing you in your lilac nightie. He kissed the silk material, and you could feel his wet lips through the material train down your body. His warm hands grasped your thighs and slowly pushed them apart. He moved his way down your body, and you watched as he settled between your legs. He looked up at you again, flashed you a smirk as he moved his head forward, and you felt as he licked up your core. 

He stayed here when he reached your clit, rubbing his tongue repeatedly to tease you. You felt the moans drawn from your lips as he gave your clit kitten licks till he could feel the wetness leak from you and coat his tongue in that sweetness that he had been craving. Then Niki alternated between licking down to your core, thrusting his tongue into you to taste you, and then bringing himself back to your clit to draw more moans out of you. As he did this continuously, your legs shook around him. 

As he persisted in teasing you, he raised one of his hands and ran two fingers up your core, collecting all your wetness that was oozing out. He pushed two fingers into you, stretching you. He watched your face as it tensed and waited for you to relax again, getting used to his fingers before he curled them against your sensitive walls and made your hips buckle. 

“Niki!” you gasped, pushing down on his fingers as you felt the sparks of pleasure run through your body. 

You could feel him smirk against you as he continued to lick at your clit and twist at it with his tongue while he thrust his fingers in and out of you. He curled them against you to get you to buckle against him. 

He stretched his fingers out to allow him to thrust his tongue into you, curling it along with your fingers as you let out a loud moan and squealed his name. As Niki continued to lick, thrust, and suck on your clit and core, you felt a knot growing inside you. As your moans were picking up and you were letting out little gasps between, you heard Niki let out a soft groan while pressed between your legs, making your release finally come.

You felt yourself gush and clutch Niki’s fingers that were buried inside you. You were in 7th heaven as the pleasure ran through your veins and into your head. As you slowly came down, you felt Niki still licking at you and moaning between you, determined to keep going though you had already come. 

“Niki, fuck!” you shout, gripping Niki’s head between your thighs. 

Niki wrapped his lips over your clit and sucked tightly to get back at you for trapping his head. You tossed your head back at the pounding feelings of overstimulation shoot through your body and to your brain. 

You could hear Niki let out quiet grunts as he thrust his tongue into you, and you could feel how his top teeth grazed your clit, his overbite benefiting him. He pulled his fingers out of you and instead used his hands to wrap around your thighs and pull you as close to him as possible till he could hardly breathe as he was smothered.

The overstimulation was building into sweet, sweet pleasure again as Niki didn’t relent and your back arched as Niki flicked your clit with his tongue. Finally, you felt the earth shatter around you and you called out Niki’s name as you came again.

It took you a good few minutes to recover, and you saw Niki pulling him back over to you once you did. He pressed his soft lips on yours, kissing you deeply. You could taste yourself on his lips, and it drew a moan out of you. 

“You certainly are skilled with your mouth when you choose not to talk.” you joke when Niki pulls away.

He winks at you, his lips twisting slightly, 

“Would you have it any other way?”

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[f1yogurt]

Snapshot in the Fast Lane - Chapter 2

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Chapter Summary: You and Niki meet up before the race, and the romantic tension continues as the two of you dance around each other on the track. Will someone make the first move?

AO3 Link – SNAPSHOT IN THE FAST LANE

Chapter Rating: G

Relationships: Niki Lauda x fem! photographer Reader

Chapter Tags: F1 Journalists, Photography, Niki Lauda, Heinz Prüller, Slow Burn, Awkward Flirting, Original Male Characters

Word Count: 2.5k

Chapter Warnings: none

A/N: And the slow burn continues! Fun fact: My original character, Henry Sutton, is a small reference to the British F1 photographer Mark Sutton who is still taking pictures for major magazines like Autosport today.

After a good night’s rest, you rose bright and early the next morning, ready to head to the track. It was race day, and as a photographer, you would need to be at the track early before all the other teams and drivers arrived. Which meant that you needed to meet up with the group of other journalists who were all taking the press bus together to the track.

You made your way downstairs, grabbing a complimentary water and bagel from the breakfast area on the way out. You already saw a few other journalists gathered outside. Sure enough, Heinz was there amongst the group, and you walked over to greet him.

“Morning,” you said, shoving the water bottle in your travel bag. In your pack, you also carried a few cameras and lenses with you, along with some extra supplies that you needed for spending an entire day on the track. Heinz grinned.

“Good morning,” he replied. “Excited for today? It should be a good race.” You nodded, putting on your sunglasses to shade your eyes from the rising sun.

“Yes, I’m excited,” you replied, taking a bite of your bagel and adjusting the bag on your back. “Should give me lots of opportunities for great photos. Any predictions on podium positions?” Your question immediately had a few journalists call out their predictions.

“Clay!” one of them shouted.

“No, Lauda! He has the season record, no way he’s going to lose it now!”

“Definitely going to be Hunt and Scheckter on this track. James will be up there for sure!” The chatter among the men got louder as they began to debate the race winners. 

Predicting the top drivers was typical on race day. It was crucial for all of you to try and position yourselves for an interview or photograph at the winning team’s garage. Photos of podium drivers would earn you money, but pictures of a driver on the back of the grid weren’t likely to sell to anyone. Such was life in the Formula One circus.

The bus finally could be seen in the distance, and you sighed as you shoved the last bit of bagel in your mouth. One of the journalists walked up to you, and you recognized him as Henry Sutton. He was a friend of yours and a British journalist who worked for a popular magazine in England. He was also a man who was in constant need of photographs for his articles.

“Hey, my editor is looking for a clean picture of Fittipaldi,” he said. “Can you do that?” The man looked slightly desperate, and you chuckled.

“Of course, Henry, you know I can,” you said. “Give me your card, and write your editor’s number on the back. I’ll chat with you both later, and we can negotiate prices once I have the pictures.” Henry pulled out a pen to write a few things on a card and then handed it to you, thanking you again.

The bus finally pulled up to the curb, and everyone began to file into a line, all crowding together.

“I think I’ll hang around the McLaren garage,” Sutton said, walking up the steps of the bus in front of you. “James is sure to be up there in the rankings today. Even if he doesn’t finish well, he’s always game for an interview.” You hummed thoughtfully.

“I’m predicting a Lauda win,” you said, grinning as you took your seat next to Heinz. “You can find me in the Ferrari pits.” Heinz just chuckled fondly.

“As always.”

–

The bus ride was typical, filled with lots of chatter about the latest paddock gossip. It wasn’t long before you arrived at the track, and the media circus immediately headed for the breakfast tent. There was a cook specifically set up to feed the majority of the journalists, commentators, and photographers at the circuit throughout the day, and all of you wanted breakfast before the drivers arrived.

There were a few picnic tables set up outside the cooking station, and already, a few people sat eating. Murray Walker was among them, and he was currently involved in telling some elaborate story about Jackie Stewart pranking him in the commentary box.

You grabbed your food and then headed back to the table, sitting far enough away from the group that you wouldn’t be pulled into the conversation. Heinz, Sutton, and a few other photographers came to sit near you, and you all ate to the pleasant tune of Murray Walker commentating in the background.

Suddenly, you heard the familiar voice of someone you least expected to be there.

“So, when were one of you going to invite me to breakfast?” You looked up to see Niki Lauda strolling casually over to your table. He was dressed in civvies, wearing casual jeans and a sweatshirt instead of his usual racing gear. The other journalists were just as surprised to see him, and a few called out greetings as Niki came up to the table.

“Hey, Niki!” Heinz greeted, patting the empty space next to him. “Come, take a seat. I am sorry we didn’t send you a formal invitation.” Niki nodded gratefully and he set his bags down before taking a seat next to his friend. He was positioned directly in front of you, and when he looked up, he held your gaze and smiled shyly. You smiled back, remembering the conversation the two of you had yesterday in the garage.

“Niki, the race does not start for another six hours!” an Italian commentator who was sitting a few seats down said, leaning over so that he could see past a few of the men. “What are you doing here?” Niki cleared his throat as the group looked at him curiously.

“I flew here, in a helicopter,” he said, as if people just strolled in on their private helicopter every day. “I am still learning, earning hours to get my pilot's license, so I thought why not do a lesson this morning? But I left with plenty of time to get here if something went wrong. Fortunately, everything went according to plan. Now, I just will spend a long day at the circuit. No problem.”

There was a short silence of awe before a Spanish journalist spoke up.

“Niki, take me with you for a ride!” he said, giving Niki a charming wink. “I promise, I will do the best story about your flying lessons! It will make the front page, I guarantee it!” This kicked off a round of a few other journalists trying to jockey for position. 

Even though most of them were teasing, you watched as Niki started to wilt under all of the unnecessary attention. Lauda declined a few of the men politely, and soon, most of them lost interest and began to chat amongst themselves. You took the opportunity to address Niki alone.

“A helicopter?” you questioned curiously, hoping to pull him out of whatever shell he had closed himself off in. Plus, you were truly interested. “That sounds fun. When did you start flying lessons?” 

Niki looked up at you with such an adorably surprised expression, that it made you wonder how many people had genuinely asked him about his interests before. His face lit up in eagerness, and he began to explain how he got interested in flying, and all of the lessons he had done so far. It was truly another side of him, this flying business, and even though you couldn’t understand most of the aircraft jargon in his explanations, you felt your heart flutter at seeing him talk about one of his passions.

“So, that is how I came to be here, early this morning,” Niki continued, his gaze never leaving your face. “My instructor agreed to fly with me, but I admit, I may have bullied him into it. He wasn’t exactly happy to leave the airport before sunrise.” You chuckled, and you were rewarded with another one of his genuine smiles. 

There was a comfortable lull in the conversation, and you watched as a few of the journalists began to get up from the table. No doubt everyone was going to begin setting up their equipment and walking the garages to position themselves for when the rest of the drivers arrived. You weren’t exactly ready to leave yet, though, and it didn’t seem like Niki was either.

“Are you always here this early?” the Austrian asked, not bothering to get up with the rest of the group. You nodded.

“Usually, yes,” you told him, taking a drink from your water bottle. “Most of the media get here early because we need to be here before the drivers arrive. Most often, I use the time to scope out the circuit, and maybe take a few photos of the lower Formula divisions.” You watched as Niki nodded thoughtfully.

“If you have time later, Ferrari is having a strategy meeting at 11:00. I am hosting it in my trailer, and you are welcome to join us,” Niki said. Heinz, who was still sitting next to him, looked up at you in pleasant surprise. It took everything in you not to stare at the way the journalist was grinning and giving an exaggerated wink, out of Niki’s field of vision. You guessed, by his friend’s reaction, that Niki didn’t usually invite people into his private space like this. Maybe this was his way of asking you out in the workplace.

“Yes, I’d love that,” you said, managing to keep a relatively straight face as Heinz shot you a proud look. Damn the man, he was turning into quite the matchmaker.

“Good,” Niki said, nodding in that blunt, matter of fact way of his. However, his pleased expression softened the harshness of his words.

“Alright, well it sounds like you two have a plan,” Heinz announced loudly, getting up from the table. “I will be in the commentary box, as always. Niki, if–no, when you are on the podium, I will see you there for a television interview with ORF. Good luck, my friend.” Heinz patted Niki’s shoulder good naturedly.

Niki nodded his thanks to his friend, and before he could leave, Heinz he leaned down to say something softer to Niki in German. Whatever the journalist told him caused Niki to blush and look at you.

“Well, you two have fun,” Heinz said, giving you a wave. You waved back, and Niki flipped him the bird, making you laugh as you watched Heinz hurry to catch up with Murray Walker and a few of the other television presenters. After he left, you turned back to Niki, and you couldn’t help but tease him.

“What did he say?” you asked, a playful smile on your face. Niki’s cheeks still had a pink tinge to them, and you watched as he shook his head, looking away shyly.

“Nothing,” he told you, although you laughed at the straight up lie. You wouldn’t force him to tell you though, because his discomfort was endearing, and you had more than one idea of what Heinz had told him.

“I’m sorry if I’m holding you up, by the way,” you said, beginning to gather your things. “I know you usually stay in your trailer before the race.” Niki shook his head, looking eager to continue talking with you.

“No, it is no problem,” he said, standing up as you did. “I have time this morning. I usually walk the circuit this early. Before the fans get here and I have to start signing autographs or doing interviews. Would you like to come with me?” You smiled at his offer. That was the second time he had invited you to do something with him this morning.

“Yes,” you said, swinging your backpack over your shoulders. Niki nodded again, and you watched as he hurried to grab his own bags, which had the Ferrari logo on them.

“Good. We can drop our things at my trailer, and then we can go.”

After stopping by Niki’s trailer to put away your camera equipment, the two of you set off for a stroll around the track. You ducked into a few garages to see the progress of upcoming Formula 2 and 3 drivers, and Niki made some remarks about his own time spent in the lower divisions.

The weather was nice enough that you could stroll around without feeling the sun beat down too harshly. Niki made frequent jokes about some of the young drivers, and you found yourself laughing most of the time in his presence. Before the first race, the marshalls opened up the track for some kind of inspection, and so you were able to walk around the circuit along with some of the other drivers and press officials. 

Niki did his usual inspections of the road and the barriers as you walked, but he also kept up a steady commentary about the track, and about which corners he found the most difficult. It was honestly very refreshing, and you noticed that Niki seemed to really relax here, in his element.

You told him about some of your favorite spots to take pictures, behind the barriers of a few of the most difficult turns, and Niki just shook his head and said you were crazy to be out there like that.

Soon, the handsome Austrian was complaining that if he walked any longer, he would be too tired to race. So, with a laugh, you agreed to head back to his trailer. There, you picked up your things again, and you found yourself sad that your time together was ending.

“Thanks for walking with me,” you told him, holding out your hand, figuring that a handshake wouldn’t hurt. Niki grasped your hand lightly, but instead of shaking it, he turned your wrist so that the back of your hand was face up. He held your fingers gently, and when you didn’t pull away, he leaned down and gently kissed the exposed skin.

“Thank you,” he said. “I enjoyed it. I love your company.” He released your hand and for a moment, you were speechless. The gesture had surprised you, but it wasn’t unwanted. You were about to respond, to say something about loving his company even more, but there was suddenly a commotion of noise behind the trailer. It looked like a few drivers were arriving, and you gave Niki an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, I have to go,” you said, stepping down from his trailer. “I’ll see you at 11 for the meeting.”

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[totowlff]

extra — before everything

➝ a photo. an audio. a voice message. and niki never saw elisabeth the same way again.

➝ word count: 2,7k

➝ warnings: none

➝ author’s note: you've already seen elisabeth and toto's vision of what happened that sunday in august. however, a point of view was missing. precisely the one you are so curious to know. I hope this extra helps situate you in the conflict. or not.

AUGUST, 2016

Niki Lauda sat in one of the chairs on the porch of his home in Ibiza, reading the weekend edition of the Financial Times. He’d bought it on Saturday, when he’d gone into the market district with Marlene. He didn’t really care for going into town, especially with the crowds that the high season brought, but his wife had insisted — there was only one place she would buy fresh shrimp for the paella she’d planned on making the next day.

Who was he to deny Marlene Lauda anything?

The rest of the weekend was quiet. He spent the morning talking to Tilman, his brother-in-law, about horses. He was trying to figure out what the ideal age would be to start Lennon, his grandson, on riding lessons with the pony he’d bought from Tilman when Lenny was born. Inside the mansion, Marlene and Sandra, Tilman's wife, were preparing lunch. Niki’s dogs, Felix and Shivas, were probably underfoot, waiting for stray crumbs to fall to the floor.

After lunch, Niki dispensed with the traditional Spanish siesta and set out for a walk around the grounds, Shivas and Felix close behind him, inspecting every centimeter with curious noses and wagging tails. He only went for a walk when he needed space to think about a problem. The problem he was thinking about now was the conflict between two of his children, Mathias and Elisabeth, and how he could resolve it.

Niki prided himself on being a fair man. Fairness was important to him, and he valued it not only in his professional life, but his personal life as well. When his children were born, he made a point of treating them the same, offering much more than similar toys and education, but dedicating his time equally to each of them. He played with both, including both in his motorcycle and car adventures around Ibiza, and he was willing to learn to ride a horse to accompany both boys on their rides with Tilman.

However, he found his personal capacity tested in 1985, after his last Formula 1 victory, Marlene told him that she was pregnant again. The idea of a third child made Niki re-examine his priorities. After his first free practice session in Austria, two weeks later, he announced his retirement again. This time, it was permanent. Not even Ron Dennis' insistence changed his mind. For him, the future of Formula 1 was in good hands.

Marlene's pregnancy was relatively uneventful, with the exception of a scare that landed her in hospital. Niki, who was in Brands Hatch for a race, rushed to Vienna. It was no use for Marlene to reason with him and tell him that he didn't need to miss the race that weekend, since she was perfectly fine, as was the baby.

— I don't give a fuck about this race. What really matters is you and our baby — he said, running his hand lightly over her belly, a smile on his face.

Their third child was born a little less than three months later, and she was a real surprise for Niki and Marlene. They were sure they would have one more boy, and they were expecting the baby to make their lives even more chaotic than it already was with Lukas and Mathias. Niki even had a name picked out, chosen after a lot of discussion and input from their younger children.

However, it wasn't Christian Tilman Lauda who was in Niki's arms, but a little girl named Elisabeth Renate Lauda, name for Niki’s mother and Marlene’s sister. From the first few hours of her life, Elisabeth was calm and attentive, her big blue eyes staring at her father. Niki was completely enchanted with his daughter immediately.

As the years passed, Niki found himself growing closer to his youngest child. They bonded over more than Niki playing dolls with her, or reading her bedtime stories, but over Elisabeth’s quirky personality. She wasn’t impulsive like Lukas, or rebellious like Mathias. She was quiet, intelligent, and observant, and she had an impressive talent for numbers. Every time she solved a complicated equation that was even confusing for Niki — not that Niki was bad at math by any means — he thought that Elisabeth was “the granddaughter that Old Lauda asked God for”.

The differences between the siblings had never caused major conflicts. Lukas and Elisabeth always got along well, and Mathias had a good relationship with both of them. The three of them helped each other, both in their personal and professional lives, and, above all, they loved each other very much.

However, the apparent harmony between the siblings ended the year before. Their laughter and jokes were replaced with cold looks and deeply personal insults. It even culminated in physical violence when Elisabeth slapped Mathias across the face. Lukas, despite being his brother's manager, sympathized with his younger sister. Niki was completely lost as far as how to deal with the situation as he tried to make the siblings act like adults, and not like the children he had raised under the Balearic sun.

His eyes studied the printed image of Lamberto Frescobaldi, an Italian winemaker with an impressive estate in Florence, and he almost didn't notice his phone vibrating on the chair next to him. He folded up his newspaper and laid it on his lap before picking up his phone and reading the two notifications he’d gotten. Mathias had sent him two messages; a photo and an audio message.

He unlocked his phone and opened the messaging app, clicking on his middle child's name. Then, he opened the image to enlarge it. Niki took a few seconds to absorb it. It was a picture of Elisabeth kissing a man that he immediately recognized as Toto Wolff, his friend and business partner. It was a tender image — her hand was on his face, both of their expressions were soft. They looked every bit the part of two people who were completely in love.

He scrolled down a bit and tapped the audio message to play it, pursing his lips at the first few words.

— Hi dad, I'm sending you this photo because Elisabeth just posted it on Instagram, so I assume she told you all about her affair with Toto — he said, Lenny's laughter in the background — I'm sending you a copy to let you know that I wanted to tell you that I never supported this, from the moment I found out they were together in Spa last year.

Niki took a second to remember what had happened in Belgium. But, the message from his son continued playing. 

— Remember how you told me to look for Elisabeth when she disappeared after the qualifying session? I went to the motorhome, and the caterer said she saw her going up to the second floor, so I assumed she was in Toto's office. I went over there and when I opened the door to ask him if he’d seen her, I found him with his fucking head between her legs.

He raised his eyebrows at the graphic description. He definitely hadn’t expected that from his daughter.

— I talked to her, dad. I tried to put some common sense into that head of hers, but she said she loved him, that they were living together, and they were dating, that they loved each other, and that nothing would change that and… Fuck, I was just thinking about your feelings and how sad you’d be to find out Elisabeth was fucking your only friend behind your back — he continued, the tone of his voice sounding more a little frustrated — I know you've always loved Elschen dearly and... She's your golden girl, your pride and your joy. And she repays your trust by doing this to you? I just didn’t think it was fair, and she had to hear it.

Niki pressed his mouth into a thin line, sensing a specific kind of pain in Mathias' tone of voice. Of course, he loved his three children deeply and admired each of them, with all of their differences and similarities. However, it was inevitable for him to be closest to Elisabeth. She was his youngest child, his little princess, his shadow and right-hand in the business world, the perfect companion for his adventures in civil aviation and motorsport. They spent more time together than fathers and daughters their age usually did.

Mathias' heartache — jealousy, maybe, was perfectly justified.

— Well, I just wanted you to know that I'm on your side and that I never agreed to any of this. She had no right to betray your trust like that and I completely condemn her behavior. If you need anything, you can call me and I'll help you solve it, and we can do it the easy way or the hard way. I love you dad. I hope you’re doing alright.

Niki looked at his screen again. The image of Toto and Elisabeth was still pulled up, and he looked at it for a few seconds in silence. The sound of footsteps approaching made him look away. Leaning against the doorframe, Marlene looked at him, with Shivas sitting at her feet.

— Did Mathias call? I heard his voice — she said.

— No, he sent me an audio message.

She sat down in the chair next to Niki.

— What did he say?

— He sent me a picture of Elisabeth…

Marlene raised an eyebrow.

— Is Mathias with Elisabeth now?

— No. It's a picture of her with Toto.

— Ah — she muttered under her breath — Yes…

Niki looked at his wife, who was watching Felix stretch out in a patch of sunlight in front of them.

— Did you know about the two of them… Being together?

There were a few seconds of uneasy silence.

— Yes, I knew. Elschen told me in June.

— What did she say? — Niki asked, his tone serious.

— That she tried to avoid her feelings. That she tried to get away from Toto. But she decided to follow her heart. And… That she loves him.

Niki looked at the cell phone in his hands, the image of her daughter kissing his friend still on the screen. It felt a little surreal to see them like that. It just didn't feel right. Suddenly, he took the newspaper from his lap and stood up from his chair, causing the dogs to lift their heads to look at him.

— Nikolaus — Marlene said, her voice full of warning.

— What?

— What are you going to do?

— I just need to think.

Niki went back inside of the house and walked to his office. He closed the door and turned on the light. He placed the newspaper he'd been reading earlier on the desk and dropped into the black leather chair. With the phone still in his hands, he typed a quick reply to Mathias and returned to the app's main screen, selecting his daughter's name. Then, he typed four words in. He read his message over and over before he pressed the “send” button.

"We need to talk".

Not even two minutes later, his phone vibrated, his daughter's name flashing across the screen. She had a wide smile in her contact picture. Niki tapped the green button to answer the call, and he didn't have time to say a word before she began to speak, between sniffles and sobs.

— Dad, please, I know it's not right, but please let me explain, let me explain! It's not what you're thinking, please let me explain. Please let me tell you what happened. It wasn't supposed to happen, it was a mistake, he took my phone, you weren't supposed to find out like this, I was going to tell you, father, please...

— Elisabeth…

— Please don't be mad at me, dad. I did not want…

— I’m not going to talk about this with you on the phone, Mauslein — he said, his voice serious — I’ll be back in Vienna in two days. Come over and we can talk about it, then.

She sniffled a bit and muttered "okay", and Niki asked Elisabeth to calm down and said goodbye. He set his phone down on top of the newspaper, running a hand down his face. That would be a difficult conversation.

One of the hardest he would ever have.

The next day, Niki, Marlene, and the dogs returned to Vienna. He was completely silent for the entire flight, reflecting on the moments he had spent with Toto and Elisabeth. The achievements, the challenges, the countless meals, the meetings where they both had argued because they didn't agree on something.

When he got home, he just dropped his suitcase in the bedroom before isolating himself in his office again, but this time the office in his apartment. The room was richly decorated with mementos of his life in racing, some miscellaneous honors and certificates, Lenny's drawings, miniatures of his airlines' planes, and photos — lots of photos.

He’d accumulated so many framed photos over the years, images of him racing around the world, celebrating his achievements on podiums and at various award ceremonies. There were pictures of him with his kids in Ibiza and Vienna, and pictures of each of the children separately. Photos of Mathias running in GP2, Lukas playing with Shivas, and Elisabeth holding her Business Administration degree, dressed in her graduation regalia, her blue eyes shining with joy. There were pictures of Lenny sitting in his red mini-Mercedes. There was even one of Niki himself, with Lewis Hamilton, playing with Lewis’ bulldogs, Roscoe and Coco.

He sat down in his office chair, his eyes affixing to one particular photo. It was the only one Niki had sitting on his desk — it was a special memory for him. In the picture, he was standing next to Elisabeth and Toto. They were both drench in champagne and had wide smiles on their faces. His daughter was in the middle, holding the Formula 1 Constructors Trophy from the Russian Grand Prix. It was the race that had consecrated the Mercedes team as World Champions for the first time since the brand’s return to Formula 1.

Before he saw that photo as the realization of his great dream of triumphing in Formula 1 in a managerial position. Now, it looked different. It was as if the two people in the picture with him had completely changed in his mind somehow.

The sound of his phone vibrating snapped Niki out of his thoughts. He glanced at where it was sitting on the table, he raised an eyebrow as he read on the screen that he had a new voicemail message. It had probably not come in until just now because his phone was off during the flight back from Ibiza. He probably received it when he was flying back to Austria. Tapping the screen a few times, he brought the phone to his ear, waiting for the voicemail to play the message. Then the recording of a familiar voice started playing.

— Hi, Niki. It’s Toto. Listen, I know you… Know what’s happening now, and I just wanted to call you and speak to you before you and Elisabeth talk tomorrow when you get back to Vienna. What you are probably thinking is true, but…

The recording stopped for a few seconds, like Toto was trying to find the proper words. Niki's eyes found his face in the picture frame on the table.

— We didn’t hide it deliberately to hurt you. Quite the opposite, actually, because Elisabeth wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it and didn’t want to — he sighed — Break your trust. I know the circumstances haven’t been ideal, but… I can’t regret it, because it gave us a lot of time, you know, away from the spotlight and the pressure. And I… Can’t regret loving your daughter, Niki. She’s the best person I’ve ever met. She’s the love of my life. I would never do anything to hurt her, and I will always be there for her, whether she wants me to be or not.

Toto sighed again.

— Please don’t treat her too harshly, I guess that’s all I am asking. As a friend. I will always do everything I can to make her happy and…

The recording was suddenly cut off and ended with a beep, as if he hadn't had time to say more. Niki pursed his lips and off the screen, setting his phone back on his desk. Then, he reached for the framed photo of himself with Toto and Elisabeth, taking it off of his desk as he stood up from his chair.

His desk was no longer the rightful place for that particular photo.

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[moonrver]

Do you ever go through a tag and open a can of worms that you were *not* expecting? Like I shouldn't be shocked bc there's a whole corner or the internet where people write explicit fanfiction about F1 drivers fucking each other and I enjoy it a lor. But there's self-insert fanfic about nIKI LAUDA?!!??!!!!!!!

#ok mainly as portrayed as daniel bruhl #but rush came out in 2013 #and theres a whole fandom #that either thirsts after lauda or ships him wuth hunt #OR ships daniel bruhl and Chris Hemsworth #ive been on tumblr long enough i shouldn't be shocked by this