#DID YOU FUCK MY SON FERNANDO
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mr lawŕence stroII sir I think your son is being fucked by a short dilf
#(I think someone's made a version of this already but I couldn't find it so I had to make my own)#literally i can only think of this meme when i think about lawrence in regards to strollonso#like whenever its them 3 together#in my head im like#DID YOU FUCK MY SON FERNANDO#now i have a png of lawrence so thats cool#i love in strollonso fic where lawrence is just the most oblivious man alive#like 'ahhhh omg they're bonding!!' meanwhile strollonso: literally fucking on main#but truly i do wonder what he thinks of their dynamic#like when lance described it as romantic wouldnt you as a father at dinner be like ....so what was that all about?#strollonso#catie.asks.#f1
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— ˚₊‧⁺˖THE LIGHTNING ON TRACK | THE GRID'S REACTION
fandom. formula one & mcu
about. the grid reacts to the news!
content warnings. some drivers are acting like assholes, some cursewords, 23!grid
notes. have another reaction chapter hehe
daniel ricciardo Guys
Guys wake up
IT'S IMPORTANT
lando norris ???
daniel it's 5am, why are you spamming rn
carlos sainz It's summer break, why can't you all shut up for once
daniel ricciardo Did no one see the news? Stark is coming to F1
carlos sainz To a race?
daniel ricciardo No you shithead, he's making a team
charles leclerc !!!!
lando norris at this point you'll never win monaco (because once stark joins, there no longer will BE monaco)
charles leclerc Fuck you, nowins
daniel ricciardo This is serious... Tony fucking Stark wants to create an F1 team for the next season. @/max verstappen your winning streak will be over
charles leclerc Next season??? I thought for 26?
lewis hamilton Of course he would do that
charles leclerc Lewis, explain??
daniel ricciardo Yeah Lewis, please explain?
lewis hamilton Did any of you ever meet Tony? He will probably see the next season as test for the 2026 season. To train his mechanics and engineers and go all out. I bet many are saying it's a waste of money
carlos sainz It is a waste of money.
daniel ricciardo Yeah, they do. Reactions vary but 'experts' are saying that Tony is just wasting his time and should properly prepare for 26
lewis hamilton Knowing him, he already has a fully built car for 2026 and it's a beast.
fernando alonso Only the best for his daughter!
charles leclerc What.
lando norris wdym his daughter??
george russell Why are you all awake at this bloody hour?
kevin magnussen Read the room. Everyone is in schock.
sergio perez Stupid. She will fail like every woman in motorsport with a rich father. Too dramatic.
lando norris i'm still confused???
oscar piastri Tony Stark has three children. Harley Keener-Stark, Y/n L/n-Stark, Peter Parker-Stark. Y/n is his only biological child and currently racing in Formula 3. She won Formula 4 last year.
charles leclerc I thought he only had sons?? When did Y/n appear?
oscar piastri She 'appeared' the first time in January this year as Tony's daughter, no one knew before.
lando norris how did you know?
oscar piastri Google exists.
carlos sainz So daddy's money... great.
max verstappen I swear to god I will leave this chat the next time you all decide to fucking gossip at 6am like old women
daniel ricciardo It's important news!
max verstappen No it's not. Stark will be in F1 for a few years maximum and then leave again. It will pass
daniel ricciardo @/lewis hamilton you here? Don't you have anything else to add??
Fine, I'll guess I just ask the rest of the grid, you fucking bore.
daniel ricciardo @/everyone wakey wakey, it's time to wake up and talk!
mick schumacher Daniel? What's up?
george russell Ignore him. He has been annoying us because Tony Stark is coming to F1 and no one really cares.
charles leclerc Lies and slander! I care!!
lando norris yeah! me as well, idk what you're yapping abt
carlos sainz It's bullshit.
arthur leclerc Why do I have a bad feeling about Monaco...
ollie bearman THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN THINKING
bianca bustamante It will be something for sure
lance stroll Well, I'm just happy to see another friendly face at the paddock :)
carlos sainz Of course you know Stark.
lance stroll You're just jealous
esteban ocon As am I??? I'm your best friend AND MY BEST FRIEND HAS THE POTENTIAL OF KNOWING SPIDER-MAN???? AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME???????
daniel ricciardo I want everyone who knows anything related to Stark to immediately share with us because Lewis is ignoring me and I need to know. The only info we have right now, is that Stark will make a F1 team and that's it. I refuse to believe that's it. So, @/mick schumacher @/lance stroll spill the beans.
mick schumacher He didn't say anything last time I saw him, so I can't help you much.
lance stroll I know nothing, ask my dad.
daniel ricciardo I don't believe you.
pato o'ward If they say they don't know anything, then they don't? I don't know what's the problem, just wait for the next press release
max verstappen Do you even know Daniel. He's unable to wait for gossip. And he classifies this as gossip
daniel ricciardo Gee, thanks, feeling the love here
nico hülkenberg I wake up to 100+ notifications, why are you all like this?
kevin magnussen They're all idiots.
kevin magnussen @/tony stark could you please speed up with the press release? Daniel is setting all grid chats on fire and it's not funny anymore.
y/n stark ha, weak ass bitch
kevin magnussen Watch your mouth missy
tony stark Should I tag Seb in a Tweet to announce it?
peter stark do it
y/n stark do it
harley stark do it
pepper potts-stark Don't do it. We will proceed with the plan. No matter how annoying the people in your private life are.
kevin magnussen Yes, ma'am, sorry for asking.
sebastian vettel I deserve more than a Tweet at 10am.
y/n stark speak your truth king
peter stark sorry for suggesting otherwise (@/yn stark stop being such an attention seeker, we all know seb loves charles the most)
y/n stark but charles is not here rn is he?
daniel ricciardo @/kevin magnussen EXPLAIN YOURSELF?!
carlos sainz What is going on now...
charles leclerc KMAG FOR STARK???? I didn't put this on my bingo card, now I lost 100 bucks. Fuck you Kevin
arthur leclerc Pay up bitch
oscar piastri Well done, man
nico hülkenberg And so he leaves he burning, ever sinking ship... the true hero- sorry, I meant coward
daniel ricciardo @/kevin magnussen I KNOW YOU'RE ONLINE YOU COWARD, COME HERE
I just want to talk to you
kevin magnussen No.
*kevin magnussen has left the chat*
fernando alonso There is your answer
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suffering since forever
series masterlist
natalia ruiz praying for all of you because at least i like my third wheel
arthur leclerc that's because joris has been stuck with you two since before you were couple
fernando alonso you can say it, since before they were sleeping together.
carlos sainz it's not like joris has a choice.
lewis hamilton and the rest of you do?
max jones-verstappen we don't. we do it subconsciously.
daphne jones-ricciardo like that makes it any better max.
rhys jones i bet it hurt when jorris got that wag of the year trophy and you didn't.
natalia ruiz who let the child speak?
isabella perez she says that because she's hurt.
natalia ruiz i'm not hurt by the 12 year old.
rhys jones I'M 15!!
lance stroll yet you act like you're 12
rhys jones i know your ass isn't talking
esteban ocon anyone ever tell you that you're scary?
rhys jones never to my face.
zoya torres joris doesn't deserve this heat. let's talk about freya's 3rd wheeling habit.
freya vettel shut your trap torres.
alex albon days like this make me glad that george and carmen love to go on double dates so we don't get stuck with any of you.
george russell and that's because i don't want to get stuck with them.
dulce perez fuck you guys we're delights.
pato o'ward i can't believe i ever thought you people were cool.
daniel jones-ricciardo WE'RE COOL!!
pato o'ward the only cool thing about you is your wife.
penelope trevino REAL!!
gael perez i think pato almost shit his pants when he learned daphne was in this group chat.
pato o'ward IT'S DAPHNE FUCKING JONES, WEY! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO NOT FREAK OUT?
daniel jones-ricciardo *jones-ricciardo!!
pato o'ward i couldn't care less bitchiardo! i will forever pray for your downfall so i can marry your wife instead.
isabella perez he's so real for that. HURRY UP RICCIARDO THE REST OF US ARE WAITING!!
daniel jones-ricciardo if i ever die let if be known that one of you bitches was behind my death.
daphne jones-ricciardo you people are unbelievable.
natalia ruiz i'll be first in line. i've been waiting for his downfall for the longest time.
daniel jones-ricciardo
this is all your fault.
whatever it is you think i did i swear it was arthur.
charles what did you do?
nothing! what’s wrong amour?
i have a baby screaming for 'unca jo' bring him back now.
ma cherie, i wish i could but i have a race.
okay? send joris and you stay in china.
we only need unca jo, notre petite étoile doesn't need her papa. (our little star)
i know that was a joke but it still hurt. don't tell me that!
you still have a few years left until she's a teenager.
ne pouvons-nous pas avoir cette conversation? je ne suis pas prêt pour ça (can we not have this conversation? i'm not ready for that)
seriously charles ask joris to call me, even zoya's music isn't helping.
i'll tell him to call. just come to china.
i will hop on the first flight to china, do not joke about that.
max said he's sending the jet to pick you up.
god bless sophie for her son.
not jos?
never that man.
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Begin Again | Part two
Summary: After your son was born, your friend made you realize how much you were wrong for hiding him from Pedro.
Warnings: Cursing.
A/N: The dividers I'm using are from @cafekitsune All credits to them ❤️✨️
Part one
September 2026
"Cómo estas?" He says happily. (How are you?)
Elena only smiled, not knowing how to react. Her friend was not there but she still felt the pressure.
"Tas solita?" (Are you alone?)
"No, de hecho estoy con unos amigos, como estamos celebrando mi cumpleaños." (No, actually, I'm here with some friends celebrating my birthday).
"Joder, feliz cumpleaños." (Fuck, happy birthday).
He hugged her, that's when she noticed he's drunk.
"Tu estas solo?" (Are you alone?)
"No," he laughs. "Bueno, si." (Well, yes).
"Si o no?" She got serious
"Fernando se enojo conmigo, peleamos y se fue. Entonces me quedé porque conoci a John, es un tipazo, quieres conocerlo?" (Fernando got mad at me. We got into a fight, and he left. So, I stayed and I met John, he's an awesome dude, wanna meet him?)
"Quieres que te lleve a tu hotel? Estás ebrio Pedro" she grabbed his arm, taking him outside at a little table that was alone. (Do you want me yo take you to your hotel? You're drunk).
"No, tu estas celebrando." He says laughing. "Te invito a un shot por tu cumpleaños." (No, you're celebrating, let me buy you a shot for your birthday).
He grabbed her hand and took her back inside. She was worried about him. He used to not drink until getting drunk unless he was with friends or people he trusted. He was alone.
"Two shots," he shouted at the bartender.
"Pedrito," Elena called his attention. "Luego del shot nos vamos a tu hotel, si?" (After this, we're going back to your hotel, okay?)
He nodded, his shot glass and yours making noise as they made contact.
"Esperame acá, por favor." She sits him at the bar chair. "Pete, hand me a bottle of water, and charge the shot onto my tab." (Wait for me here.)
She hurried to her table, explaining to her boyfriend and friends the situation. Her boyfriend gave her the car keys.
"Pedro, puedes darme tu telefono y cartera?" (Pedro, can I have your phone and wallet?)
The state he's in makes him obey your order.
"Pete, how much he owes?"
The bartender prints the check.
Elena almost fell back when she noticed he owned more than twenty thousand.
"Pedro! Por qué pediste cinco botella de champaña y dos de tequila?" (Pedro! Why did you order five bottles of champagne and two tequila ones?)
He only laughs, not caring about it.
"Voy a pagar, no tienes algo que ir a buscar? Ya nos vamos." (I'm paying, you need to get anything from your table?)
"Noup," he says as a little kid.
Elena handed the bartender his card, paying the crazy bill. She knows that John dude probably ordered most of that.
"Vamos, Pedrito" (Let's go, Pedrito).
He takes her hand and let her guide him.
"Me cago, los putos paparazzi." (Fuck it, the fucking paparazzi.) Elena says, mad about the whole crowd. "Pedro, vamos a salir y correr hasta mi carro, si?" (Pedro, were getting out and running to my car, okay?)
He nodded, not caring.
When the security guy opened the door, the flashing from the cameras didn't wait to capture the moment, the same guard helped you making space.
Holding harder into his hand, Elena starts running. Pedro did the same as he laughs, finding the whole thing funny.
Once they reached the car, she opened the door for him, seeing his stage. Elena made a mental note to thank her boyfriend for the dark tinted windows.
"Desbloquea tu celular." (Unlock your phone).
"Por qué?" He's in that stage where he's acting like a toddler.
"Pedrito, por favor."
"Noup" he laughs
"Por la que te parió, Pedro González Lopez desbloquea el teléfono, tengo que llamar a tu hermano" She says angrily. (For fucks sake, Pedro González Lopez, unlock the phone, I have to call your brother.)
He unlock his phone and hand it back to her.
She goes quickly to the phone and calls his brother, easy to find as it is basically named "Fer Hermano"
One, two, three calls and Fernando didn't answer.
So she decide to call him from her own phone.
"Hola?" Fernando says. "Hola?"
"Fer, Hola." She says happy, relieved he picked. "Soy Elena, me recuerdas?" (Fer, Hi. It's Elena, do you remember me?)
"Elena," he laughs. "Tu prima y yo estamos juntos, claro que te recuerdo, más porque estuvimos cenando juntos hace un mes." (Your cousin and I are dating, of course I remember you, especially because we had dinner a month ago together.)
She feels the blush creeping her face.
"Era una prueba. Y pasaste." (It was a test, you passed).
"Aja, que sucede?" (Mhm, what's going on?)
"Tengo a Pedro en el asiento del copiloto, borracho, dice que estaban juntos." (I have Pedro on the passenger seat. He's drunk and says you two were together.)
"Eras tu llamando desde su celular?" (It was you calling?)
"Si, idiota." (Yes, idiot.)
He stayed silent, Elena only heard his breathing.
"Dile a Fer hola por mi." (Say hi to Fer)
"No, ponte el cinturon." (put your seat belt on).
"Estamos en el Midland," Fernando says, hearing her brother getting scolded by Elena.
"Bien, estamos algo cerca, llegare en un rato."
She hang up without waiting for him.
The trip to the hotel was fast due to the time. It was past one in the morning. Pedro was answering some text messages, he was quiet.
Once she made it, she asked for permission to enter the parking since the guard was a fan of Barça, he agreed.
Elena helped Pedro reach the lobby and then his room.
"Si sabes que mañana estaremos en las noticias, verdad?" He asks. "Lo siento, te hice dejar tu cumpleaños." (You know we're going to be all over the news, right? I'm sorry I made you leave your party).
She only nodded, smiling at him. He was so different. He has big bags under his eyes, and he looks tired.
"Venga, te voy a buscar ropa limpia, date un baño." She lightly pushed him towards the bathroom. "Quieres algo de comer? Te pediré algo." (I'll get you some clean clothes, go take a bath. Are you hungry? I'll order you some food).
"Te quedaras a comer algo conmigo?" He asks, looking at her. (Will you stay with me for a bite?)
Elena knew she shouldn't. She knew you wouldn't be okay with that, but she felt bad for him. She knew about his baby, and he didn't. He was losing it. And you weren't.
"Si, me comprarás a un pedazo de pastel." She says laughing. (Yes, you'll buy me a piece of cake).
She went to his luggage, picked a normal t-shirt and some exercise shorts.
"Hi, I want to order some food." She says on the phone. "Room 626, I want to order a club sandwich, a very black coffee with no sugar, please."
She says thank you as the lady confirmed the order for the room.
When Pedro was done, she waited outside for him to get changed.
"Elena, pasa ya." (Elena, come in).
Just in time for the room service to arrive with the food.
"Y tu pastel?" Dijo un ya más sobrio Pedro. (Where's your cake?)
"No había, pero no importa, te voy a robar patatas." (They didn't have none, it's okay, I'll have some of your french fries.)
They ate and have a nice talk, Elena showed him the tweets about them, and they laughed at some of the comments.
"Cómo esta ella?" Pedro asked. That question was burning his brain out. (How is she?")
"Esta bien, trajando duro, hace un rato no hablamos. (She's fine, working hard. We haven't seen each other).
He nodded. Staying silent.
"Bueno, ya comimos, ya estas listo para dormir, estarás bien?" (Well, we ate, and you're ready for bed, will you be okay?)
He nodded.
"Gracias, por todo, por cuidarme, por traerme, por asegurarte que comiera, por todo." (Thank you, for everything, for taking care of me, for bringing me back, for making sure I eat)
"No digas gracias, tu y yo hemos sido amigos por años Pedro, pero por favor, no te juntes con curros llamadas John, te has gastado una buena pasta en el bar y nisiquiera fue para ti." (Don't say thank you. We've been friends for years now, but please don't hang out with dudes named John. You spent good money at the bar, and it wasn't on yourself).
He laughed but agreed.
Elena helped him with the plate and cups. She filled a glass of water and left him two pills for his hangover tomorrow.
Once she's back to the club, she texted you, sending you the tweet and explaining everything. She believes you'll be mad with her.
But you weren't, you didn't thank her but you did say that you appreciate her taking care of him.
Even when you decided that you didn't want to inform him about your baby, you would never wish anything bad to happen to him, no matter the rumors, the girls, nothing. You loved him, and he was the father of your baby.
You dismissed Elena, texting her to go back to partying and to drink in your honor.
October 2026
You were ready for your baby to come to this world.
Paulo was so excited about that. He helped you with the nursery, and even his girlfriend was there. He couldn't wait to be a uncle.
"Te sigue doliendo?" Eliza, the girlfriend of your brother, asks you. (Still hurts?)
You knew you shouldn't eat too much. You already were uncomfortable with he swelling and being tired all day. But here you're, with stomach pain because you decide to eat three taco bell burritos.
"Solo es el dolor momentáneo." (It's the slight pain).
Eliza looks at your actions, and without telling, she pays attention to the time. Just to make sure.
"Te traeré agua." (I'll bring you some water).
Your parents and brother were outside, having some dinner, while Eliza and you were enjoying a movie.
The pain came back exactly twenty minutes later. "Me arrepiento de ese burrito." (I regret that burrito).
"Ahora vuelvo." Eliza says, leaving the room.
She messages Paulo, telling him that she believes you're in labor. Explaining that the stomach pains were contractions, but she didn't say anything because she didn't want to make you nervous.
Paulo and your parents arrived quickly. When you describe the pains to your mom, she explained you're in labor.
She helps you pick everything you need and puts you in the car. Once you arrive at the hospital, thank goodness your mom has everything ready, and they let you in quickly.
"Yo quería que naciera en Barcelona, como nosotros." (I wanted him to be born in Barcelona, just like we did.) You say to Paulo.
"Tranquila, ser Italiano no es tan malo." (Relax, being Italian is not that bad).
"Ay callate, lo sé" you laugh (oh shut up, I know).
You were thankful for the birthing process. The pain was light.
The doctor who was taking care of your full pregnancy and the one who was going to help with the delivery walks into the room.
She checked you and explained that you're ready to push. Paulo left, and your mom took his place.
You can't help the sad feeling. She was supposed to be there, yes, but he was also supposed to be next to you, holding your hand, saying sweet words while you push his baby.
But he wasn't, and that's something you wanted. You needed to remind that.
March 2027
"No puedo, me rindo." Elena says. "Cómo lo haces?" (I can't, I'm giving up. How you do it?)
"Lena," you laugh. "Es un pañal." (It's a diaper).
"No puedo, ya voy tres y no puedo." (I can't, I've used three, and I can't).
You laughed at her being mad about not knowing how to change the baby, even after you slowly showed her, not once, not twice, how to do it.
You baby was beautiful. He looked like the perfect combination between Pedro and you.
He has his long lashes, his lips, his eyes, but your nose, your eyebrows, and thank God his hair.
"Sé que me odiaras por preguntar." Elena says. "Pero, en serio no quieres que él sepa? Te la pasas diciendo "el cabello de papá, los ojos de papi." Pero, no te parece que él merece saber sobre su hijo y Polo merece saber sobre su padre? Ahora puede ocultarlo pero en unos años cuando Polo pregunté que diras? "Lo siento bebé, no tienes." O que excusa diras?" (I know you'll hate me for asking, but do you really want to keep this a secret? You keep saying, "Daddys hair, Daddys eyes," but, don't you think he deserves to know about his son? And don't you think Polo deserves to know his father? When he asks you, what will you say? "Sorry baby, you don't have one," or what excuse will you use?)
You stayed silent. You knew he deserved to know. Pedro and you talked about having kids, how many and how you were taking them to the stadium for his matches, with the little "Papi" on their backs and his number.
"Yo entiendo tus motivos, pero no puedo callar lo que pienso, soy tu amiga y siempre te he dicho las cosas claras, la estas cagando Y sé que tus padres apoyaron tu idea, incluso y aún que lo niegues se que tu madre te dio esa idea. Pero vamos, ustedes no tienen que volver, solo déjalo saber." (I understand why you did it, but I can't keep being silent. I'm your friend and I've always told you the things straight, you're fucking up. And yes, I know your parents supported the idea of you keeping it from him, even if you tell me it's a lie. I think your mom gave you the idea. But c'mon, you don't have to get back together. Just let him know).
You remain silent, fixing the diaper.
"No crees que Rosy y Fernando merecen ver a su nieto? No crees que Fer merece ver a su sobrino? No crees que estas siendo injusta?" (Don't you think Rosy and Fernando deserve to see their grand baby? Don't you think Fer deserves to see his nephew? Don't you think you're being unfair?)
After a while of the silence, Elena moves off the floor.
"Yo te amo, eres mi mejor amiga, mi hermana si quieres, pero esto esta mal. Tu lo sabes." She says, grabbing her stuff."No sé que te dijo tu mamá para que estés tan firme con esta idea, pero en serio piensa las cosas, tu hijo no tiene porque pagar por los errores que ustedes como pareja cometieron" (I love you, you're my best friend, my sister even if you like, but this is wrong and you know it. I don't know what your mom told you for you to be so stuck up into this, but please think twice. Your son is not the one to blame for the mistakes you and Pedro made as a couple).
You heard the front door, she was mad, and Elena is a very calm but electric person, and she was right. Even if you hate to admit it.
"No, deja de pensar en tonterías." Your mom says. "Elena no entiende, ella no es madre. No le hagas caso." (No, stop thinking that Elena doesn't understand. She's not a mom, so don't pay attention).
"Mami, pero tiene razón." (Mommy, but she's right).
"Claro que no, que quieres? Que Pedro te quite al niño? Porque es es lo que estas buscando." (Of course not, what do you want? For Pedro to take you to court and take your son away? Because that's what you're looking for).
"Pedro no seria capaz, no digas esas cosas." You say in a serious tone. "Pedro no es así, deja de querer dejarlo en mal." (Pedro would never do that. Don't say that. He's not like that. Stop trying to make him the bad guy).
"Okay, y/n. Entonces haz lo que quieras, toma." She hands you the phone. "Llámalo, pero cuando te quite al niño no vengas llorando a pedir ayuda." (Okay, do whatever you want, here, call him, but when he takes the baby away, don't come back crying for help).
You shake your head.
"Mami, pero Elena si tiene razón, Rosy y Fernando tienen los mismos derechos que ustedes, como te sentirías si yo no te dejara ver al bebé?" (Mommy but Elena is right, Rosy and Fernando have the same rights as you two. How would you feel if I denied you to see my son?)
"Bueno, ya te dije. No vengas llorando cuando él se quiera quedar con tu hijo." (Well, I already told you, don't come back crying when your son is taken away from you).
"Puedes parar! Pedro no es así, no haría eso." (Can you stop, he's not like that, he wouldn't).
She only breathes deep and gives the baby a kiss goodbye. "Haz lo que quieras." (Do whatever you want).
She left angry at you.
You don't know what to do. You think about it, and the words of your mom scare you. Deep down, you know he would never try to take your baby away. But as a new mom, these insecurities that you never had before are now raising.
"Tranquilo Polito, déjame pensar bien las cosas, si? Estoy nerviosa, no sé que hacer, tu tía Elena tiene razón." You say bouncing the baby on your arms. (Don't worry, Polito, let your mother think everything. I'm nervous, I don't know what to do, Auntie Elena is right).
You like to speak with him, even when he couldn't answer, he just listened and looked at you with those beautiful honey eyes.
"Mira, no le digas a nadie, pero tu abuela me asusta, y yo sé que papi jamás haría algo de lo que ella dice. Sabes algo? Papi tiene un corazón tan puro, es muy amable, y estoy segura que te va a amar incondicionalmente." (Look, don't tell this to anyone, but grandma scares me. And I know daddy would never do anything she's saying. You know, Daddy has such a pure heart, he's so kind and I'm sure he'll love you unconditionally).
You smile at the way he's looking at you, so focus on your words.
You think for a while, and remember the email you got. A work offer in Barcelona. The company you work for is opening a new business in Barcelona and asked you to be the head of them, since you used to live there and you know the language.
"Sabes, tal vez tu tía esté loca, pero tampoco digas eso, si? Eso es entre mami y tu" you kiss him. "Pero, razón no le falta mijo, y tus abuelitos merecen conocerte, tu abuela Rosy va a amarte tanto. Sobre todo tu tío Fer, te va a querer vestir como él, pero no como tu tío Paulo, Tío fer tiene un estilo totalmente diferente, te gustará." (You know, maybe Auntie Elena is crazy, but don't say that. That's between Mommy and you. She's crazy but right, your grandparents deserve to know you. Oh, your granny Rosy is going to be so in love with you and your uncle Fer. He will be head over heels for you. He will dress you like him, but not like Uncle Paulo. Your uncle Fer has a totally different style. You'll like it).
You put him to sleep and sat down, answering the mail with the decision of accepting the job. You know you want to go back, you know he'll be mad, but he's not taking him away.
You feel your phone vibrating next to you. It was a text from Paulo.
("Look at what I just posted. Eliza told me to post it." "You posted where? Outside?" "Instagram, smart-ass. Also, send me a picture of Polito.")
You laugh at your brother, obsessed with your son.
(One like and I'll stole him)
You laugh hard and like the post. Oh, you love your brother.
Your boss answered the email quickly, asking to talk with you tomorrow morning, wanting to give you all the details about the work.
You texted Paulo about babysitting Polo, and he immediately say yes.
You closed the laptop and walked over to the crib in your room. "Voy a hacer lo mejor para ti." (I'll do the best for you.)
"We are so happy to have you as the new head for Barcelona."
"I'm happy too, I can't wait for this."
"And please, since you're basically working for the other location now, uses this time for the moving. If you need any help, please let me know, I'll help you with everything.
You shake hands with him and finish with the whole signing of the contract.
"Thank you, again. I'll do my best."
You say your goodbyes and excited for this, texted Elena, you needed her to know, after being the biggest cheerleader for this to happen. After you received the message, you called her, apologized, and asked her for advice.
A notification for Instagram takes you out of the chat, Paulo posted something and tagged you on it.
(Petition for @/yourusername, to let me dress Polo forever).
You shake your head smiling, oh, to be Polo, so loved and always being shown off.
You were nervous, but you needed to do this. For yourself and for your son.
And even if you don't say it out loud, you were doing this for Pedro. For him and your son to be able to grow together, for him to hear his first words, see his first steps, and even be able to teach him some football.
"Okay, let's go home and pack." You say to yourself. "Barcelona, here we go."
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Do you love me enough I may be weak in front of you?
Pairing: carlos sainz x alonso male! reader
Genre: slow burn! friends to lovers
Face claim: juan josé ballesta
Warning: open end, cussing, english is not my first language
master list | 2 part
“Dad, check out! Uncle Mark bought me ice cream” a short boy with coffee curls appeared in the Renault garage. He was showing off an enormous vanilla ice cream the australian had got him, been full aware his father threat him not to.
“Look Pelayo, this is Carlos” The boy smiled shyly, bringing his hand up. The curly-haired boy gave him a wide smile, showing his missing teeth.
“Hey, I’m Pelayo, but my friends call my Pela. You can call me like that if you want” His rambling was sweat at Carlos’ eyes “Are you a fan of my dad? Do you like karts? I-” The driver stopped him by putting a hand in his son back.
“Hey, buddy relax” he said, containing a laugh at Pelayo’s mouth full of ice cream “Why don’t you show Carlos around?” He asked, while looking at Carlos Sr. The man nodded at him, approvingly.
His son’s eyes were glowing as they walked around the garage, he was taking photos of everything with his canon camera.
“Pela, let’s take a photo” The kid smiled while throwing himself at his companion. Both hugged each other as the photo was taken. “So, where do you guys live?” He purred fidgeting. Pelayo’s attention was mostly in the little black camera as he watched the photos Carlos had taken, but hummed to let the other boy know he was listening.
“We lived in Oviedo, but had to move to Madrid when my parents got divorced, because of the shared custody” the olive skinned one pat him in the shoulder with his lips pressed in a comforting smile.
“You know, the good thing is I live in Madrid too” Pelayo’s expression lighted, clapping his hands exited. “You live in the center?”
“No, no. We live in Tres Cantos” he shakes his curls “But we can meet, one of us could take the train” Carlos shuttered, his father wouldn’t allow him to go all the way to tres cantos alone, but he could always ask the man to drive him. “We are gonna be the best friends, I sense it” He threw his arm around the other’s neck, giving him a friendly squish. “Oh! You are gonna love my father’s helmet collection. It’s huge!”
Carlos and Pelayo’s relationship grew as time went by. They emailed each other almost every day, meeting always they could on the weekends too.
Pelayo had this tradition of going with his father karting every Friday the man didn’t race, when he befriended with Sainz, he practically forced him into the plan, always inviting him. Fernando went from asking if he was coming to ask when were they picking him up.
“You’re so lucky” Carlos murmured as he watched with glee the hot wheels track Pelayo had built in his room.
“I told you, you were gonna loooove it” He grinned, showing his teeth, now covered with blue brackets. “Choose a car, let’s play”
Carlos hated horror movies, why watch some creepy monsters when you could see a thrilling action movie? Pelayo, on the other hand, loved them. Lately, he got obsessed with a movie about some alien. He insisted on watching it once he convinced Carlos to come sleep at his house. It was night, and they were supposed to be sleeping, instead they were covered with a blanket watching the damn movie. Carlos kept on leaning closer, trying to cover the screen with his friend's figure. As he did so, his face brushed against Pelayo’s buzz cut. “I miss your curls” Carlos brought his hand to his shaved head, briefly laughing at it.
“I can grow it back” he said absently, eyes on the screen. Carlos smiled, letting his head rest in the other’s shoulder.
“I fucking did it, hell yeah!” He screamed, jumping from his skate and almost falling “You filmed it, tell me you filmed it” Carlos face beaming as he checked for the video.
“I filmed it” He showed the brunette proudly. They finally let themselves fall into the grass next to the Sainz’s house. Pelayo had been showing Carlos all the tricks he learned lately all the afternoon, forcing him to film it. “Hey, so Isa invited me over to her house” Carlos’ cheeks were on fire, avoiding looking at the boy next to him.
“Congrats, big men! Your first date” He cheered, playing with the Carlos thick ash-brown hair.
“Yeah, but there’s a problem” He closed his eyes strongly, finding the strength to talk. Finally looking at Pelayo, he found a pair of heavy green eyes staring back at him. His curls, large again, falling against his olive skin perfectly, bringing out his features. Shit “I- She tried to kiss me, but I pushed her. I pushed her away” ‘because I didn’t want her to kiss me’ he thought.
“What! Are you nuts?” Pelayo exclaimed shrilly.
“Man I don’t know” Sainz couldn’t bring himself to admit having a crush in his best friend of three years now, it was so recent and so embarrassing “I’ve never kissed anyone” Carlos confessed, his tan skin was redder than it has ever been.
“There’s always a first time” he joked bubbly.
“Yeah, no but-” Pelayo scanned the teenager calming, trying to figure out the reason of his sudden fluster “Could you…kiss me?” He finally let out in a rush, wobbly.
“Carlos dude what-” Almost choking, the curled haired boy brought himself up, sitting in confusion.
“No, no, just to practice. Please I-" He kept going, hoping he could erase what he just said, to not make it look so bad. “Just imagine it’s Ana” Ana was Pelayo’s thing at the moment. They weren’t dating, but Carlos saw them kissing multiple times. Weird shit.
“What? No. I know it’s you” The Sainz boy hide his face in between his hands, punishing himself in humiliation.
“You’re right, it was a bad idea” he muttered. Pelayo felt a sudden wave of sorry. It was not the big thing after all, just a kiss. He could do that for Carlos, he didn’t mind at all.
“Carlitos?” He grabbed Carlos’ hand. His doe eyes met with Pelayo’s dilated ones, his heart race increasing worryingly as the brunette’s firm breath began to fade into his own. Lips barely touching, until Carlos leaned closer, sliding his hand to Pelayo’s rosy cheek.
Years went by, no mention of the kiss or their flaming feelings. Keeping them a secret was less painful than the undeniable embarrassment of speaking out.
Carlos grew into a Toro Rosso Formula 1 pilot. Sounds big. Pelayo got carried away by the world of swimming instead, surprisingly turning into a very skilled swimmer.
They flew into complete opposite directions with a same lifestyle, somehow they managed to bond even more. Never been better, except for the hidden feelings. That aspect got even worse when Pelayo started hooking up with some guy. “You’re into dudes?” At that moment Carlos was sure he was about to puke.
“I guess, I like making out with him” The way he was making the whole thing look so dumb was sickening “I have eyes what- what do you want me to say? He is hot, anyone with eyes can see it”
“Yeah, sure” He gulped. Sure, he was hot, but wasn’t Carlos hot enough that he needed to face this other guy to realize?.
“Does it make you uncomfortable?” He met those fucking green eyes, founding fear in them for the very first time. Pelayo cared about Carlos and his opinion, way too much.
“No!” Carlos practically screamed, how could he be uncomfortable? "No, no. I’m cool” His leg shaking as he tried to play off. So many questions gutted him all of a sudden, but bit his tongue instead.
“You don’t have to be” he was soft, giving Carlos that look he reserved only for him.
“I am”
He was not. He didn’t like that guy, and he didn’t like that girl brushing herself against his friend. Maybe he shouldn’t have invited Pelayo to the race after party.
“Dude, can you stop eye-fucking him?” Max laughed at his side, holding a red bull-vodka. The drink tasted awful, but somehow he liked it.
“What?” The music was playing loudly, he probably misheard his teammate. “What are you talking about?” His finger tapped against the desk, wishing for the conversation to die on the spot.
“C’mon” Max laughed as a weird expression was formed in his face, what an individual “I’m not judging or anything, it’s just painful to see at this point” Carlos face reddened. He looked at his sides, searching for a way out.
“Fuck off” He hissed, but the dutch managed to hear him clearly.
“You want to kiss him? Do it” Sounds easy, but it’s not “But do it before that cheek does it first” That traced his attention back to the brunette. He was so close to that girl, Carlos couldn’t help but cringe. That’s it, he had enough.
“Imma go back to the hotel” He stated. The dutch heavy accent sounded at his back as he tried calling his name: ‘Carlos dude, it was a joke’.
He made his way back to the hotel, holding back tears as he hoped to disappear. There was nothing waiting for him back at the hotel. He couldn’t sleep, he wasn’t hungry, he couldn’t even cry. But there was a big earthquake attacking his stomach, pure flashes of rage and embarrassment. How could he allow himself to end like that?
A loud knock woke him from bed, as he came closer to the bed, he recognized the deep long breathings caressing against the door.
“Hey. I’m sorry, I know it’s late” His voice sounded dreamy to Carlos, like if the situation was nothing but a dream “Ahm- you didn’t look so well early, and I wanted to check on you” Pelayo tucked one curl behind his ear restrained.
“I’m fine” he blurted. His voice, usually honeyed, came out flat, dead, matching his rough expression.
“Look, it’s cool if you don’t wanna tell me, but don’t lie to my face” Pelayo hissed, snatching the door open with his right hand.
“Pelayo it’s fine, okay?” Carlos’ devastated tone showed his clear tiredness, but Pelayo couldn’t leave it like that “I'm simply not in the mood” He elaborated, trying to push the other from his room.
“Don’t do that” he crawled at the tanned skin exhausted, trying to capture his arm “We’re not gonna ‘talk in the morning’. I know you, you’re just gonna play it off” Carlos clenched his fists.
“I’m not in the mood” he hissed once again.
“I won’t be able to sleep if we let things like this” Pelayo wasn’t lying, always they had pushed things for too long a bad climate grew in between them “Please” he begged quietly, founding Carlos fist with his hand.
“I’m sure you can get someone into your bed to help you sleep” regret hit the very moment the words came out. Pelayo’s expression faded, soon his apologetic expression turned into a grin, brushing away any sing of vulnerability.
“So that’s what this is about?” Pelayo laughed arid, crossing his toned arms in front of the unbuttoned shirt “My goddess, you’re such a brat” A simple mean comment, enough to get under Carlos’ skin. The man walked away, ready to sleep or try to “Don’t walk away from me! What the fuck is your problem” Pelayo’s calloused hands pushed him strongly, making Carlos trip on. When he turned back to face him, pure rage glowed in his eyes.
“You’re my fucking problem” He pushed the smaller boy against the door, gritting teeth “You’re my fucking problem” His voice brittle as he let the other go.
“I don’t get it” the curly-haired mumbled throaty, desperate to keep eye contact.
“Of course you don’t” He laughed, gasping painfully “Am I not good enough for you? Why-” His lips trembling at every word until he couldn’t hold his cry.
“Carlos” Tactfully, caressing the man’s face, “Carlos, hey” wiping away his tears.
“I don’t get it” He cried falling into the Alonso’s arms “What do they have that I don’t?” Crying ugly, wetting the blue perfect shirt.
“They who? Mate I-” Carlos arms lacing his waist, as he confronted the olive skin man again.
“All of them. These dudes and girls you hook up with, what do they have I don’t?”
“Carlos- why don’t we try to sleep? Let’s better talk about this in the morning” Walking away like a coward was an option, a good one. The taller man was drunk, most likely. He had seen him drinking near Verstappen, that for sure. Fighting with a drunken man was not a good idea, even worse when the drunk man is your best friend.
“No! You wanted to talk, right? Then talk” He pushed him again, no more gentle touches, but teasing angry ones.
“You don’t mean any of this mate, you will regret it in the morning” Things would have been easier that way. Carlos was a forgetful drunk, he wouldn’t remember in the morning.
“Fucking stop it with all this mate dude shit” he screamed it out, but a little touch of sadness painted his voice “You really, really need me to say it?” please, please don’t, he would just make it harder to pretend it never happened “I love you! I love you damn it”
“Please, you don’t know what you’re saying” begging, to that point they had come “You’re just making me feel worse” Pelayo’s voice came out mournful, to the verge of tears.
“Do you? Do you love me?” Breathing away the tears, Carlos big brown eyes were scanning every reaction of his. An unheard ‘please’ leaving his sore throat.
“Don’t do this to me, please”
So… 2289 words
There will probably be a second and last part.
#male reader#f1#formula 1#cs55#carlos sainz#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz x male reader#fernando alonso#fa14#best friends to lovers
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Crown Prince Lando AU idea based entirely on his appearance today in Italy for his trophy and Lawrence writing about how every team is courting Lando
okay so I wrote this rly fast on the work laptop and you have to just ignore the weird interpretations of how royalty and inheritance etc works. and completely fucking with how things went down in F1 history. it's an absolute mess and possibly unreadable but I literally couldn't stop myself.
if you're a fic author then pleaaaaase have a look and see if you can take this and actually make anything out of it even if it needs a lot of changes.
Crown Prince Lando has been fought over by nations since he was seventeen years old. His parents had retired from royal duties to live quietly in the countryside but a series of deaths and lack of heirs resulted in Lando living most of his life being prepared for ascension to the throne. His parents did as good a job as they could to keep Lando humble and "normal" while having to live a kind of sequestered monastic existence.
As he grew so did his future subjects' love and adoration of him. They loved his humor and his cheeky treatment of the solemn institution surrounding him. As he grew into being a beauty the country took endless pride in him and watched his exploits as a touring royal closely.
Fernando Alonso was the first to pledge his troth to Prince Lando because he could see the promise in Lando of one day becoming a truly beloved ruler - a quality he himself had found wanting in his own slow gathering of power. However he was persuaded early on by his advisers and Lando's parents to withdraw due to his 'already advanced age'. Lando's debut at court was postponed by his parents to prevent any other establishment attempting to lay their claim before Lando felt comfortable and ready.
The powerful Sainz Vázquez de Castro family swooped in next and arranged a series of public meetings between Prince Lando and their wicked (meaning "experienced") and devastatingly handsome son Carlos Jr. His charisma and dark eyes charmed Prince Lando immediately and a wedding date was set for the following year. Lando's debut at court was hastily arranged to happen mere days prior. Probably should insert something here about Lando being made to live this period of life in a guarded tower and attendants being present whenever he was with Carlos because chastity being required for marriage. And the only way to keep Carlos' dick out of Lando was the threat of a priest's guard cutting it off. But lbr they manage to sneak around well enough to do everything else.
Unfortunately the royal courts of Europe were shaken by a quick series of upsets: Sovereign Prince Lorenzo of Monaco abdicated the throne in search of a quieter life - his heart had never been in it since his father, the former sovereign, had become ill and abdicated. This left Lorenzo's unwed brother Charles to be hastily crowned Prince Regent at the tender age of 22 (and unable to become sovereign himself due to being a second son, again my weird rules). As a result Charles suffered the loss of his long-time suitor, nobleman Sebastian Vettel, who couldn't bear the thought of being sovereign let alone of a land that wasn't even his own.
Enter the Sainz Vázquez de Castro elders siezing the opportunity and negotiating a deal with Monaco in private conclave with the Papal State (??) to wed their son Carlos to the Prince Regent. Carlos is ashamed at giving in to the temptation… to not just be King Consort but to be Sovereign Prince, to rule over the vast wealth of Monaco and by extension the Holy See, to have the coveted beauty Charles in his bed. So he agrees to be spirited away to Monaco and the ugly business of dissolving his betrothal to Lando is left to members of church and state.
But Carlos experiences a complete conversion when Charles is on his knees in the cathedral - looking up at him with docile green eyes as Carlos' fingertips touch the warm red roses of Charles' lips as he holds the chalice of holy wine for Charles to drink. Carlos was almost hard beneath the ermine and velvet robes in a house of God when the crown was on his head and Charles next to him - and slightly below - smiling up at him with filaments of gold hanging from pendants on his chaplet, framing his achingly beautiful face. If Carlos feels his immense happiness and prosperity darken whenever he sees Lando's picture or encounters him at one of the courts then no one need know.
Prince Lando is of course too heartbroken to consider other suitors and his court is demoralized by their own failure to seal his future. Only brash American tycoon Zak Brown keeps the faith that Lando's appeal as he grows will land him a better match than any Euro old money looking to aggrandize themselves and take advantage of Lando's youth to displace his rightful future as King.
A stroke of genius is the arrival of commoner Daniel Ricciardo whose rise up the ranks of society has hit more than a few speedbumps over the years. He's in the perfect position to act as placeholder and a sort of 'playmate' for the young Prince Regent. Daniel does the job of squiring Lando around and cheering him up beautifully. So beautifully that Daniel begins to see in his charge's wide eyes a future that he had only ever let himself dream of before. He begins to publicly push the boundaries of propriety with Lando like holding hands, embracing him from behind, dancing scandalously close together. The dam begins to break when Daniel opens a public social media account and begins posting adoring and fairly intimate videos of Lando that prove to be a massive hit with the public… and that fan rumours of the Crown Prince breaking with tradition and marrying a commoner.
Exeunt Daniel Ricciardo.
(Yes I know this isn't remotely his role but go with it) Newly appointed Lord Chancellor Andrea Stella proposes that only a candidate the same age as Lando - or ideally younger - should be considered to ensure that his claim to the throne be safeguarded. Because Lando hasn't spent the intervening years doing nothing but swooning over a succession of suitors, he's perfected his role and learned his court and won over the hearts of his people. He's effected harmonious relations with rival kingdoms seemingly effortlessly. The royal coffers have never been so full and trade is booming. Lando and his court all know that Lando could easily rule alone. But the fire that the now King of Monaco had lit inside him refused to go out. It begged to be fueled and to burn brighter.
Then one day Andrea hears a murmur of controversy happening in the middling levels of the aristocracy. The scoundrel Alonso had construed a match between one Oscar Piastri and Frenchman Esteban Ocon as a means of effecting his (Alonso's) escape and aggrandizing the Alpine dynasty. There were further details about a drama between Ocon and countryman Pierre Gasley but all that interested Andrea was that young Piastri had ordered a direct pronouncement be made against the match and any further association with Alpine. He had already rejected the opportunity of being presented at court and clearly had plans for his own future that would not depend on the protection or condescension of any other power but his own.
Imagine Andrea's surprise when Zak Brown announces at the next privy council meeting that preliminary arrangements had been made with young Piastri to be the Crown Prince's companion for the following season. A pretense at Piastri having an interest in royal politics was to be given to everyone, including Piastri himself. But Andrea and Zak shared a knowing look across the mote-stained light straining through the high windows of the old chamber. The Crown Prince barely even hears the details as he wearily signs off on the public notice along with the other endless papers at his elbow. He doesn't even dream that a wildcard is being played for his future happiness.
The eldest son of the prominent and noble Piastri family from Tuscany is suitably beautiful with the characteristic straight brow, fine pale features and soulful deep amber eyes of his people. He is tall and still growing with an effortless regal bearing despite his youth. The first few meetings between him and the Crown Prince are cordial and with a promising warmth. Andrea is encouraged by the pink that rises high on Piastri's pale cheeks whenever he shares smiles with Lando but he's even more encouraged by the steady intensity of his gaze when Lando isn't looking.
For the first few months, Piastri remains a faithful but distant part of Lando's royal retinue. They interact often enough and clearly like each other. But it also comes at a time of unrest in Lando's kingdom as a result of the ascension of an ambitious and possibly ruthless young King in the Netherlands. Lando proposes a visit to Castle Toro Rosso and asks Piastri to accompany them due to the Italian affiliation with the Dutch royal house. Something about Piastri's calm and quiet confidence helps stabilize Lando and he needs all the support he can get.
The visit is strained and the Dutch court is intimidating - and rather grating - in it's brash opulence and show of dominance. The young King is more of a mystery, seeming cold and aloof but flashing a wry smile at Lando's well-known charm and humor. The tide turns entirely in Lando's favor at the tourney. Lando has been barred from jousting following his formal presentation as crown prince due to some finicky archaic British law and it eats away at it him to have to sit and watch while the Dutch King was allowed to ride for himself. More than once Lando moodily pushes at the circlet that keeps slipping over his curls and can feel himself being increasingly bratty and short with his attendants.
Piastri was already reknowned for his prowess in jousting and was automatically given the seat to represent the Crown Prince. When he appeared mounted on a blood bay charger that gleamed almost golden and black in the hot sun (MCL colors kinda??) Lando has A Moment when Piastri tips his visor open and addresses him formally and those intense brown eyes behind the cold armor make him look so much older. Lando causes a stir when he descends from his seat and gives Piastri his favor in the form of a ribbon from one of his full sleeves. They have one of Those Looks between each other before Piastri turns to take his place. He bests every one of his opponents and isn't unseated once.
Then the Dutch King Max Emilian appears and strangely shuns any pageantry associated with a knight's entry, let alone a king's. His Lady sits in his place flanked by both her own and the King's powerful families and court. Lando finds himself suddenly flooded with fear because what would happen if Oscar lost? What would happen if Oscar won? When had he become 'Oscah' and not just Piastri?
The collision unseats both King Max Emilian and Oscar and they draw swords. The fight is precise and clinical and breathtaking. Perhaps it was because of having more to lose or perhaps it was the press of the Crown Prince's lips against the silk ribbon he gave as tribute but Oscar suddenly anticipates a step too far ahead for the young King and a unified gasp is heard when Max Emilian's body hits the dirt. It's instinct that has Oscar's sword held at the King's throat. But when Max Emilian throws his visor back his bloodied mouth is stretched in a wide toothy grin. He barks out a series of high cackles and ceremonially begs mercy. Oscar breathes out in a rush and claps his armored hand around the King's and helps him to his feet. Max Emilian flicks Oscar's visor open for him and lifts his hand declaring Oscar's well-earned victory. Lando forgets himself and leaps up yelling and cheering as his court smiles ruefully over at the stiff, formal "celebrations" coming from the stands opposite.
Holy god I've written way more than I meant to but let's have it finish off with Lando whispering to gain access to the tent where Oscar is undressing and cleaning his wounds. Perhaps his armor has been removed down to the hips the way driver's drop their race suits down after a race. Oscar startles when he sees Lando alone with him and rushes to kneel to him. Maybe Lando puts his hand under Oscar's chin and tells him to rise up and oh maybe seeing Oscar sweaty and dirtied with a cut to one cheek and a few bruises on his body makes him forget himself. Maybe he surges up and kisses Oscar and maybe Oscar is shocked but also feels exactly the same way and kisses him right back. Then probably Oscar decides to make his boldest move yet and says that if Lando doesn't want him then he'll quietly go away - but if Lando does want him then Oscar would welcome the title King Consort, would be proud of it in fact to be in service a king like Lando one day.
Then Lando either passes out because he's been in blue ball hell since Carlos and years worth of arousal hit him all at once or maybe he just whimpers a little and starts wondering how fast a royal wedding can get planned so he can Get That Dick ASAP.
Fin.
#landoscar#this is also carlando and dando and charlos in passing#fic prompt#mine#crown prince lando#prince charming lando#f1 royalty au
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fernando/lance #21 😘
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for the prompt "chain", and inspired by @wewentcarracing's wonderful ficlet.
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Fernando wouldn't say he'd been unprepared, but it's not his fault that it doesn't happen the way he'd pictured. He's discussing onboards, having replayed them with Mitch earlier, talking about pressure changes he'd felt and idly noting to himself how there's bacon strips in his grilled sandwich now; Lance had dropped by the kitchen on Wednesday, cheerful, self-satisfied. But Lawrence catches Fernando during his dinner. He gets served a plate of the smoked pastrami, asks Fernando to sit with him out on the terrace.
"I bet you all need your protein, and Lance has sort of been heckling Ben for over a year, so just put up with it," Lawrence says.
"I think we are quite happy about the menu change," Fernando replies, and Lawrence nods and smiles back at him, appropriately apologetic, polite, ominous in retrospect.
"That's good, that's very good," Lawrence continues. "There are other changes too, with Lance. And I'll just put out there that I've tried not to stick my nose too much into Lance's conditions and his training as he's grown," he goes on, while Fernando's quiet and letting him speak. "I mean, he's recovered now and it's great."
"One hundred percent, yes," Fernando agrees, his own smile feeling reflexive now. Lance has been driving as well as he can. Lance had still been in his driver's room at dinner, strangely convenient.
"I know I don't need to tell you of all people about performance," Lawrence says. "Because I've been thinking about how that shouldn't be affected by whomever my son is spending his time with, or how he spends his time with them."
"Lance has been very focused," Fernando says, honestly, but the crease in Lawrence's brow grows more pronounced.
"Yes, and it wasn't on paper for you to do anything else than help me, and maybe help look after my son here."
"I would—he has been good, with me, so I am happy to help," Fernando says, which feels like a wrong move, and he could try to bring up the damn upgrades to the car if Lawrence wanted to hear it now, but he doesn't like the feeling of how the air seems to have shrunken in on their table. Lawrence had led him out to the farthest corner from the entrance on the small terrace.
"I see him. He's happy," Lawrence says, grimly, and Fernando digs his thumb against the edge of his wine glass, steels himself in the jumping ache that stirs beneath his ribs at this, "Happier than he's been in the last however number of fucking seasons, so I'm not gonna ask."
"Did you and Lance speak, about this?"
"Not exactly. You know, Fernando—I kept Checo back when we were Racing Point because he was mature and he wasn't my son's best friend," Lawrence says.
Fernando thinks about that alternative, and of Esteban, the kind of young, easy friendship built through adolescence that'd probably be eroded and chipped at bit by bit had Lance been on the same team with him, so he supposes Lawrence did know best.
"Checo was also a married man," Lawrence says.
"Ah," Fernando replies, staring.
Lawrence continues, "Was the kind who'd have his own self-imposed curfew, y'know, wasn't going to be out partying, going to one of the yachts whenever and dragging Lance along too much—"
"Of course not," Fernando says, frowning.
—"Or buy Lance stuff either," Lawrence finishes, rubbing between his brows. "Esteban got him a necklace, you know? And Lance would wear whatever if he liked it enough, but he wore that chain thing a lot."
Fernando's voice sort of feels like gravel, but he says, steadily, "I do not think that Lance would treat his friendships lightly either."
"Oh yeah, and I almost didn't notice that he's wearing something new now. Your taste isn't bad, I will say that," Lawrence comments, a little wry, more miserable.
Fernando wasn't going to deny this. He'd pictured this talk happening in a meeting room, in Lawrence's very own office in Silverstone or something after he gets a call from his assistant so he can't decipher anything through an email invite to his calendar and the intention—it hadn't been to show off, exactly. Fernando had picked out something that was subtle, the chain thin but strong with a light tiny pearl of a ring for a pendant, something Lance could easily tuck away under his shirt during race weekends, something that wouldn't dig into his skin as much under his balaclava, or when Fernando's kissing down his throat, curling his hand over Lance's neck when Lance brings him in closer, one hand pushed up Fernando's shirt.
It kind of bothers Fernando, bringing up Checo being a married man. Checo's got a kid; maybe Lawrence is too in over his head at judging face-value that Fernando's never ever given that part of life thought in his years, that he has the impression that Fernando can just win him over by showering Lance with gifts when Fernando knows very well that's not enough, might never ever be enough.
"I like seeing Lance happy," Fernando says, keeps eye contact with Lawrence.
Lawrence nods, says, "Good."
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Re your RB cursed second seat post, just wanted to add a few things and make a couple of corrections because this stuff really does add to the uh... flavour
First, while I know it's not entirely relevant, the whole Racing Point driver swap was SO MUCH more dramatic because Lance Stroll and Esteban Ocon are like. Besties. Like BFF friends forever since childhood. Poor son of mechanic and rolling in cash son of billionaire true friendship story. Esteban was fired in favour of his best friend, by his BEST FRIEND'S DAD. PEAK drama. They're still besties, bee tee dubs, because Esteban only makes enemies with his teammates.
F1 Invisible Moustache Twirling Supervillain Christian Horner also has a history of 'we're fully supportive [x driver] to be the best they can be and have no intention of changing our driver line up' and then oops, sorry. We lied. Like... five minutes later. Happened to Gasly, happened to Albon, and the former is currently where we're at with Checo. Christian has admitted that they were too hasty with Albon but oh dear how sad too bad boy's thriving now oopsie doopsie.
Also not forgetting that while Daniel was twiddling his thumbs waiting for his metacarpal to heal, Liam Lawson, the AT and RB reserve, got the highest placing position for the Alpha Tauri team this season (up until Mexico, anyway) while driving in Daniel's seat, and also threw himself into the RB second driver conversation.
And a couple of minor corrections:
DR didn't just leave RB because of the unreliability, it was more about being pushed aside for Golden Child Max Verstappen (affectionate, maybe slightly derogatory), which of course he knows all about because DR did the same thing to Vettel back in 2014. Who also had experience in that field because you could argue the cursed seat actually started with Mark Webber vs Seb Vettel back in like... 2010
Honda has been in F1 before. They sold to Brawn GP for the princely sum of one euro symbolic cash when they were going under, because Ross Brawn knew they'd built a MEGA car and couldn't bear to see them not run it for the 2009 season. Brawn GP won that year, it was Jenson Button's one and only championship win.
F1 drivers can't really go back to F2. If you've won it before, you can't compete again, but it's a feeder series so there's no way some ex-f1 driver is ever gonna be in F2 (or any of the lower formulas) because it's specifically for young talent. IDK maybe you meant Formula E? They also often go to WEC or IndyCar. Even rallying.
RB didn't give Checo another car at Suzuka he went out in the same car after they fixed it up enough for it to drive around one lap. Worth noting he was like 32 laps behind by this point (IDR the exact number but it was LORGE). spare cars haven't been a thing in F1 since 2008
Finally, the Fernando and Charles rumours are so fucking funny ain't no way either of them are gonna go to RB only to be a second to Max. I can see Carlos doing it though, trying for the grand return a-la DR. He's just Like ThatTM (affectionate, again also slightly derogatory). They've also been hardcore courting Lando Norris, who's way too smart and aware of his mental health to put himself into that depression spiral.
ANYWAY this isn't intended to be a big GOTCHA i just wanted to, as I said, add some extra flavour because F1 is so much more insane than anyone who doesn't follow it can POSSIBLY comprehend. Thanks for the post, I love seeing people explain the bonkers bullshittery.
yes yes thank you for pointing out all my mistakes and all that i j ew i was going to be getting Peer Reviewed (again, tumblr deleted my damn post so the first version was more accurate but i was pissed and i was also 1am so…) but yes. i am also new here in terms of the f1 drama. but yes it’s totally positively bonkers do you guys See now why fandom people are attracted to it???
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A full transcribe of JAVIER PEÑA'S dialogue/lines from the TV show NARCOS.
S2/E7 - DEUTSCHLAND 93
Includes full dialogue, and dialogue from any deleted/additional scenes available.
I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to read the dialogue. 🖤
FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE
☝🏻Dialogue has been fully transcribed by myself using reference to original scripts (if available), audio subtitles and using my own two ears. Therefore, mistakes can be made, however I have tried to be as fully accurate as I can. If you spot an obvious mistake, please kindly let me know. Where audio is not clear, I have marked with *inaudible* Scenes are separated for ease of reference.
FULL SCRIPT DIALOGUE:
(In Spanish) We’re done working together.
(In Spanish) The killing of innocent civilians, for starters.
(In Spanish) The Castaños are crazier than ever, and that wasn’t part of the plan.
(In Spanish) Not if I stop providing you intel.
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Who was that?
Where you going?
With your passport?
Oh, that’s all I get?
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Peña.
(In Spanish) Not yet.
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Hey boss. I think Fernado Duque’s on the run. He’s got his kid with him.
Yeah, that’s what I’m thinking. I… I might have an idea where he’s holed up. If he, uh, if he comes through for us, you think we can get him out of the country?
You got it.
Yeah.
My CO knows a girl he sees. Kind of fell into my lap.
Yeah, boss.
(In Spanish) Another day, brother. See you tomorrow.
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Ssh.
(In Spanish) Fernando Duque. Javier Peña. It took me one day to find you. If you don’t want them to kill you, you need to start doing things better.
(In Spanish) Well, our help isn’t free. We need full cooperation.
(In Spanish) First we get you to Holguín. You’ll be safe-
(In Spanish) Is that a deal?
(In Spanish) Do as I say. Start by hiding your fucking wife’s car.
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What is this?
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Trujillo! You follow me to the fucking hotel?
(In Spanish) Did you follow me to the hotel? You told Berna?
(In Spanish) Tell me, asshole.
(In Spanish) Did you see what they did to his son?
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FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE
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Ch 12 - CIA
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A/N: Hey guys, here’s one more chapter. Unfortunately this one is not revised - but I wanted to post it anyway, because it’s been some time since the last chapter - so possibly at the time of the translation some grammatical error may have happened. I apologize in advance. I hope you like it. ❤️
Music indication for this chapter: Bite the Hand - Boygenius
Murphy accompanied the Escobar family. Before boarding he called you telling you that they were on their way to Germany. The negotiations with Germany were difficult. You had to ask Crosby for help, but even he didn't get much. German immigration was liberal, due to its turbulent history.
And while Murphy was on a trip. Centra Spike managed to track Fernando Duque.
"He used the credit card, here, and here in these restaurants" Edward showed on the map to Javier "and look at this" he reached a paper, delivering it to Javier "I checked the database, there was a complaint this morning. He's a fugitive"
"Why?" Javier evaluated the file.
"The wife made a complaint of theft and kidnapping," Edward added.
"He is running away, and took his son. He's only 14 years old. Fuck!"
Javier was cornered. What should he do? He didn't know.
His phone rang. It was late. He expected it to be you.
"Peña"
"Javier" the voice of Don Berna "any news from our friend?"
Javier was silent.
“Peña?”
"Not yet"
He hung up the phone.
Javier reached the report with the information that Edward had recorded. He pressed the cigarette on the ashtray.
You didn't talk to each other, and Javier hasn't seen you since the day you found out about Don Berna. But now, there was no way to avoid it. And honestly, Javier would use the first excuse to talk to you.
Javier dialed the number of his extension in Bogotá on the phone. He heard his voice announcing your name.
"It's me, Peña"
He heard you sigh.
"How can I help you, Agent Peña"
He knew your way of defending yourself by exercising formality with him.
"Is everything okay over there?" Javier asked.
You were silent for a few minutes.
"Do you need something?"
Javier lowered his head. He closed his eyes.
"I think Fernando Duque is on the run, and took his son"
What did that mean? Now he decided to work respecting all the bureaucracy he has always criticized? Ok. You were a professional. You couldn't let the feelings affect your work.
"Okay. What do you need me to do? If he is so desperate, maybe he will agree to collaborate in exchange for protection"
Javier loved the way you had vision, and he didn't need to explain himself to you. And how professional you were, even hating him, doing your job.
"Yeah, that's exactly what I thought, I..." he hesitates "maybe I know where he is"
You wanted to ask why he is calling you and not Don Berna, providing the information to the Los Pepes. Or, which informant he was fucking to get this information. But you needed to do your job.
"Ok. I'll fill out the forms. Do you want me to apply to get him out of the country?"
"If he agrees to collaborate, do you think we can do it?"
"I can try"
"Yeah, shure”
"Ok."
"Hey"
"Yes?"
"Thank you"
"I'm just doing my job"
"Yeah”
"Agent Peña?"
“Yes?"
"How did you get this information?"
Javier knew you knew how he had gotten this information. But he also knew that you needed to explain on the form, to document. So your question wasn't stupid. But intelligent. Since the call could eventually be used later against you.
"An informant knows his wife. I was lucky."
"Okay. Good luck"
***
You didn't sleep, you were working in 3 different time zones. The USA, Colombia and Germany.
Murphy called you as soon as he landed.
"I need more time," you said, "they don't want to cooperate with us"
"Okay, what are we going to do?"
"I don't know" you sighed, biting your lips "Don't let them leave the airport, if they leave we're fucked. In a way to search their suitcase, Pablo wouldn't let them travel without money... improvise"
"Okay, I'll find a way to hold them here, do what you can"
You hung up and snorted, slipping your body on the chair. Your head would explode.
Murphy followed your idea and really, Pablo sent a lot of money with his family. And immigration barred the family's entry.
***
Javier found Fernando Duque. The man was in a state of shock. He begged for help.
"We don't work for free, I need your full cooperation"
"I collaborate with you, I do whatever you want, but get us out of Colombia. Immediately, I can't have contact with the police, Los Pepes has people working for them from the police, I need to leave the country"
"Do we have a deal?" Javier asks.
Ferrando Duque nodded.
"Do what I say. And start by hiding the car you stole from your wife"
It turns out that Fernando Duque was right. Los Pepes had informants inside the police. And they found out that Javier Peña was protecting Pablo Escobar's lawyer.
Los Pepes, had a very active and helpful contact inside the embassy, was the guy from the CIA superintendence, who arrived along with Messina and Crosby in Bogotá.
When Javier went to the cafeteria at Don Berna's request, to meet. He finds Bill Stechner in his place.
"Agent Peña, I don't think Don Berna will come today"
Javier's stomach feels the cold adrenaline being radiated through the rest of his body.
He hesitates. Observe the place, sit in the chair in front of the CIA agent.
"What is that?"
"Just a friendly conversation" he takes a dramatic break "you are leaving very dangerous people, angry Javier"
Javier is silent, looking at nothing, with his chin slightly tilted forward. Javier's usual petulant basic posture.
And he continues.
"I'm in a difficult situation because I was the one who suggested your name to them, since you have a good relationship with the Ambassador's assistant, having access to valuable information" this last part Bill spoke with malice.
Javier drastically turns his head to face Bill, frowning, the marked wrinkle of a closed face for years, now becoming more exposed.
"I don't know if you know what I do, but I want you to know that I defend the interests of our country in the long term, and I'm here to ensure that the right people are still alive when Escobar is shot in the head. So do yourself and your girl a favor, and don't complicate things. You know what they can do with her."
Javier faces Bill in silence. He gets up ready to finish that siege and leave when Bill speaks again.
"These people usually make decisions with a hot head. This can lead to terrible ideas like killing a federal agent and taking your girl as a prize. In fact, they found the lawyer, even without your help, so..."
Javier leaves the cafeteria. The head thinking a thousand possibilities. But the main one was to call you and know if you were okay, first.
You answered, as soon as you called. Javier was silent, with his hand resting on his forehead, breathing only now, listening to his voice, knowing that you were fine.
"I can hear you breathing, I know it's you, Agent Peña"
"Hi. Yeah... It's me" his voice cracked.
You noticed. There was a silence. You hesitated to worry, but you were stronger than you.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes. I'm fine. Are you okay?"
You frowned.
"Javi, it's late, what's going on?"
You knew Javier, the nuances of your tone of voice. You didn't have to be looking at him to know when something was happening.
"Nothing. Please, just..." he hesitated "be careful, do not go out alone, be accompanied or escorted, and do not trust anyone"
Your breathing started to get irregular.
"You're scaring me. Where are you? Do you need help? What's going on?"
Javier didn't want to scare you but there weren't many means.
"Be safe. I'll call you later."
"Javi..."
He hung up.
Shit.
He drive to the address where he had found Fernando Duque. And it was too late. He found the body of the man and his son, inside the trunk of the woman's stolen car, with a message:
"Cortecia de Los Pepes"
Javier was blinded with anger and distrust. Who was the informant of Los Pepes? Who was working for them from inside the base? Who knew that you and he were close? Who could put you at risk? Delivering a man who had a direct connection with Pablo and could be the biggest asset you would have in months. A name shone in his head. Trujillo.
He drive to the base, and framed Trujillo putting him against the car outside, in front of other agents who accompanied Trujillo to the exit of the base.
"Did you follow me to the fucking hotel? Huh?" Javier had his forearm on his colleague's neck. "Did you tell to Berna?"
"Deja me"
Javier stuck to the collar of Trujillo's uniform and pushed him again against the car.
"You tell me, you asshole!"
Trujillo pushed Javier.
"¿Qué pasa?" One of the other agents tried to separate the two.
"Nada, todo está bien, vayan al frente" Trujillo said.
There was a silence. Peña's irregular breathing.
"¿Qué pasa, Peña?" Trujillo asked. "Are you going to act like an American?"
Peña stared at him.
"Did you see what they did to his son?" The image of the teenager folded in the trunk with a bullet in the head.
He couldn't help but think about what they could do to you. He immediately remembered when he met Helena. Javier was panting.
"How many families did Pablo Escobar destroy Peña? Do you know? You don't decide who lives or who dies."
"You don't know what's at stake here, it's not just a matter of catching Pablo Escobar anymore..."
"Peña, we crossed a line a long time ago, there is no turning back"
Javier closed his eyes. Hands on the waist. He struggled to pull himself together.
***
You don't remember how many calls you made overnight. There were hours of negotiations, together with the Ambassador, with Germany. They used all the legal breaches, and diplomacy so that the Escobar family's landing authorization was not granted.
And finally you managed to convince the immigration that you could not receive them. For legal political reasons, the family would have to make the trip back to Colombia.
Murphy was present with the family all the time. Not together. But close. And that's good.
At the exit of the airport already in Colombian lands, if Murphy were not together, they would have attacked the family at the entrance to the airport.
Murphy saw a suspicious car approaching. But he protected Escobar's wife, mother and children.
The federal police took the family under protection. That was an asset. With Pablo's family in the care of the government, he could not be more unarmed.
But like every action, he would have a reaction. Pablo would not make it cheap that the family was not accepted in another country.
One hundred lbs of explosives. The equivalent of a bomb in an F-16. Dozens of dead. Hundreds of injured. Among them, many children. He implanted the dynamites in a mall near the beginning of classes.
Pablo continues to build his fame with terrorism. But now he had gone too far. Everyone was angry. A guy with no limits, he had crossed the limits. Pablo's time was running out.
You had barely landed in Medellin, and you were already being summoned to a new meeting with the colonel, the agents, Centra Spike.
There was only time for you to leave some files on your desk, and go to the meeting room.
Javier stopped you in the hallway.
"I'm late," you said, trying to deviate from him.
"We are going to the same place" Javier mirrored your steps in front of him.
You stopped. You closed your eyes, trying not to explode, throwing your head back.
"What do you want, Agent Peña? No drug trafficker friend available?"
Peña stares at you and tilts his head.
"I need to talk to you. It's fast, and it's important, meet me in the file room tonight."
You snorted, smiling ironically.
"Absolutely not"
"Afraid of not being able to resist? I miss you too."
You half closed your eyes to him. How could he keep making jokes?
"Stop treating me as if I were obsessed with you"
He held your arm before you entered the room.
"It's important. I need you to go"
You didn't answer and entered the room. Javier rolled his eyes. Stubborn.
As soon as everyone was organized, Colonel Martinez began to explain the reason for the meeting.
"The situation with Escobar is about to burst," Colonel, began.
"Actually, it's already burst" you didn't contain yourself. "Sorry, I thought... loudly" you closed your eyes. Trying to organize your head and tongue, you had been out of your mind for days. No sleep.
Javier tried to hold back the laughter.
"Continuing. Our information suggests that their support has been reduced to only a few loyal sicarians"
"Fewer sicaries, fewer conversations to track" Edward scored "we stapled the Lawyer's phone, but I don't think he's answering"
You looked at Javier. He didn't move, he just looked at you back.
"It was Los Pepes, they killed the family and him" Colonel Martinez informed, throwing photos of the crime scene on the table in front of you.
You blinked. Skeptic. Reaching out some photos.
"Is this his son?" Your eyes were horrified.
The colonel just nodded to you.
"Jesus fucking Christ, he was just a child..." you leaned against the chair. Eyes closed. Crossing your arms.
Javier knew you couldn't take it anymore.
"I would like to say that, I know that someone is in contact with Los Pepes. Although that makes me disgusted. I can't do much. But it will be a Colombian policeman next to Escobar's body when this comes to an end. And not just any vigilante. That's all. Thank you very much"
You were immobilised for a while processing the information. What had happened? Javier asked for protection for Fernando Duque, what did he do that even the guy's mother was stabbed?! Jesus.
You went after him.
"Hey?" you called.
Running in a jump, in the hallway, your held his arm.
"Not here" he murmured.
"What happened?"
"Tonight" he said without stopping walking. Wide steps making you run to reach it.
You held his arm. Javier stopped just out of respect, since you were a feather next to him.
"What?" He turned around, abruptly making you get into the middle of him.
"Jesus!" you exclaimed. He held your waist giving you balance.
He snapped his eyes.
"File room" he reinforced. And he walked away.
Shit! You lost all the cards in this game. Years having the answer on the tip of the tongue, so that now I can't even breathe properly.
Peña talked to Murphy about what was to come, but Steve would be next to his partner. Protecting yourself, of course. But he got it. For him, if at the end of all this, Pablo was over, everything was fine.
"I need to protect her," Peña said as he stared at nothing, and brought the cigarette.
"As long as she doesn't leave here without being escorted, she is not in danger"
"It's not safe here, that Stechner son of a bitch, he could take her to them himself, and she wouldn't even know"
"You need to tell her, Javi. Everything. Tell her they're blackmailing you. Maybe we can get a transfer to her in time..."
"No" Javier interrupted him "she needs to be here, here I can protect her, here I know where she is, who she is with, here she is safe"
Murphy felt the tension in Javier's voice. He rubbed his fingers in his eyes.
"Right. But she needs to know, she needs to know who to trust"
You spent the day trying to unaccumulate the work. But it was a lot of paperwork. With the attacks you simply had to, at least, two more people to do your job, and it was just you.
Your trip to Bogotá messed up your flow of services and activities. And honestly you weren't at your best performance.
You were sad. You had to hear Javier speak while he was lying in your bed how much he wanted you. To then find out and make millions of assumptions about his involvement with Don Berna.
All the information came to you first. All of them. What if eventually he was getting involved with you to have knowledge, access? What if he was actually just using you?
In Bogotá you searched for the files of the rescue operations. Javier mentioned that an informant gave access to one of the laboratories that you were supposed to be in. What if Javier had made an exchange between you and an information? Oh! You couldn't tell, it was torturous, you couldn't trust Javier Peña. In no one. You couldn't know when he was telling the truth or when he was joking and manipulating people's feelings.
You were angry. Trying to derail your thoughts from the tracks that always led to him. Trying to get a hint of self-respect. But you couldn't stop thinking about your bodies together. You felt ridiculous. It was painful. It hurt to have to build a hatred on top of something you wanted.
Now you were walking towards the file room. You hesitated four times on the way. Stopping, taking a deep breath. Trying to think. Trying to understand if it was correct. What kind of lie were you aware of yourself? That I was only going because I needed to know what happened to Fernando Duque's family? What did he do by opening his mouth and handing over someone he asked for protection to Los Pepes?!
You walked so fast that you thought you were running. Your belly twisted with anxiety, anticipation. It was as if you had swallowed gravity and your organs danced inside you.
I hate this man.
You opened the door.
"I'm here"
You heard Javier's voice, coming from the back of the room.
He was sitting at the table, a few months ago he fucked you there. You blinked trying to move the sexual memory away by making your body squirm.
You kept a safe distance from him.
"You send Murphy to travel, what did he do that deserved the trip more than I did?"
You gave a forced smile.
"He is not an informant of a paramilitary group"
Javier steaked his eyes, lowered his head, and nodded. He deserved that.
"I thought you wouldn't come..." he moved his hands, without looking at you.
"I wasn't going" you took a break, Javier stared at you "but, I don't know… I'm here now, what do you want?"
Javier was silent, he seemed to feel some pain. A painful discomfort.
You were getting bothered by Javier with this victimistic behavior. Sad. He's not like that.
Why did you come here? To watch him stare at his feet? What was the plan? Absorb the blame and say goodbye?
"What do you want, Javier?" You repeated, the rudest tone of voice.
He looked at you.
"Something happened"
"Yeah, a lot of things happened. You asked for protection for a family and they were found dead by the group you work for"
He hesitated.
"It's complicated"
"Really?" You asked ironically.
You sigh. Blinking impatiently.
He gets up. And you automatically take a step back.
"What? Are you afraid of me now?"
"Yes, I'm afraid of you" you watched Javier lose the ground with your words.
"I would never do you anything to hurt you, you know that. Never"
"How will I know?" You crossed your arms, a frustrated attempt to protect yourself in some way "how will I know that you won't give me to a bunch of terrorists?"
Javier runs his fingers over his face and sighs.
It would be so much easier if you hadn't succumbed to him. If you hadn't tasted it. If he removed everything he said. If he kept neglecting you. If he continued with the behavior he had for months ignoring you and hurting you little by little.
"Ok. I didn't come here for that. Tell me at once what's going on. Are you hurt? Something like that?"
He frowns disappointed by your ridiculous assumption.
"No..."
"So what is it?"
Javier wanted time with you. Take advantage of the fact that it was just you. He wanted to curl up as much as possible. He wanted to smell you. Take his eyes on you. He didn't want to lose you. But you don't lose what you've never had.
"I went to meet Don Berna" he hesitated looking at you, you closed your eyes, turning your back on him, he continued "I went to warn you that I would no longer be part of it..."
"Oh, shure, and he let you go out as if you were best friends, good and understanding drug traffickers... Peña, I'm not an idiot! What do you think? Does that fix things? What's your problem?"
Javier kept calm. He spoke quietly and peacefully with you. The timbre of voice you loved, and hated at the same intensity.
"You're right. He didn't accept, instead he asked me to track Fernando Duque as a last help"
You laughed ironically throwing your head back.
"And you did it, like a good sicario" you said, Javier took a step towards you, you retreated. He clenched his teeth "and then handed over the whole family..."
"No" he shook his head nervously, turned his back and hit his hand on a box of files that were on the table.
You've been taking steps backwards.
"I'm sorry, I..." Javier turned to you "shit!"
"Why did you call me?"
"I wasn't going to deliver it, I was going to protect it, but they found it first"
"How did you get into this shit?"
Javier was silent. He closed his eyes. He would like it to be a rhetorical question.
"When you disappeared. Don Bern came to me. He told me that if I helped him with the information he would release you"
You stopped breathing.
"What?" It was another whisper that came out of your mouth. It was more for you than for Javier.
You let go of your arms. You leaned on the shelf behind you, your cold hands passing through your forehead.
Javier saw you turning pale. Your lips are always red ivory, losing their color. It looked like you were going to pass out.
"Are you okay?" Javier asked for fear of getting closer and you having a breakdown with him.
"Mhmmm" you closed your eyes "just... give me a second. It's hot here"
Javier moved, picking up a chair.
"Here" he put next to you, "sit here, I'll get some water"
You sat down.
"No," you murmured, "I don't need water"
In fact, you just couldn't breathe.
Is that why? Did Javier get involved with drug traffickers to be able to save you? Bullshit. It couldn't be real. Javier only thinks of one person, and that person is himself. It couldn't be true.
"Keep going" you said. Trying to straighten your posture on the chair, but everything turned very fast.
Javier bent down in front of you.
"Are you okay?"
”Yeah, Kees going..."
"Well, so... he lied. He intended to continue with you until I accepted to continue helping the Cartel of Cali and Montecassino, to kill Pablo with the services of the Castaño brothers. But we managed to rescue you. But they continued to threaten their safety. They said you could be caught. But in the end, I also liked to see the hitmen and Pablo hide in fear like rats"
It was a lot of information for you.
"After that morning, I met Don Berna, he said that if I met Fernando Duque, he would leave us alone. So I went after Fernando, I found him. He agreed to collaborate. I kept him hidden. I didn't inform Don Berna. But then things got worse"
You were breathing irregularly. A fear settling in your spine.
"What happened?"
Javier looked away. He got up. The hands on the waist, the weight of the body changing from one leg to the other.
"Javi?"
You called him that, made him look directly at you. Javier passed his hands over his forehead.
"When I met Fernando, he told me that he could not be taken to the police because there were informants inside the police who passed information to Los Pepes"
"Yes, you."
"No"
"No?" You were confused.
"I thought I was the only one. But I'm not."
You frowned.
"What is that? A kind of virus? Have you infected other agents? Are we being observed here inside the battalion? So can someone come into my room and kill me while I'm sleeping?"
In a way you were right. As always. If it weren't for him, Trujillo wouldn't have met Don Berna. And he would have no contact with the Castaño brothers. He would preserve the boy, he had no need to know about Trujillo, he would not be able to kill you.
"No, you don't take that risk. What matters is that they reported that I found Fernando, and Los Pepes killed him, and the family"
You support your elbows on your knees.
"There's more..."
You looked at Javier, amazed.
"Jesus, Javi... what did you do?"
Javier broke with your sadness. The way words come out of your mouth.
"Bill Stechner"
"The CIA superintendent" you knew who he was.
"Yes. He works for the Castaño brothers"
Your mouth opened in shock.
"What?" You got up, perplexed.
"He heard about the request you made to protect Fernando Duque, of course. He heard that I didn't give the information to Don Berna. They would kill me." Javier took a break. Your hands were in your mouth. "And kill you"
Your eyes snapmed. You blinked with no reaction. The eyes are blurry. Some tears running meaningless.
Javier continued
"They think you passed the information to me"
"Why would they think something like that?"
Javier frowned, disappointed that you didn't understand.
"People know..."
You couldn't reason.
"They know what?" Your voice failed
He pointed at you and him several times.
"We"
"It doesn't exist" you made the movement of quotation marks with your finger "we"
Javier leaned back. Turning his back on you, leaning on the table, without looking at you.
"It doesn't matter. They know I'm involved with you. For you. They would use you to get to me. They've done that before. It doesn't matter. The fact is that Bill Stechner knows. He know I provided the information to Don Berna. And that I actively participated in all the Los Pepes attacks"
You closed your eyes. You was feeling sick. You was getting sick. You bent down hugging your knees, hiding Javier's face.
"Shit!" You murmured.
You couldn't think. You couldn't exist. Were you a masochist? Resisting the impulses of flying on top of Javier and punching his teeth. To curse him and leave. For dragging you into that hole.
Javier walks up to you, bends down and puts his hands on your shoulders.
"Listen..." Javier murmured hoarse and low.
He puts his hands on your arms that squeeze around you, pulling for you to look at him. He sees your red eyes. You don't know if you cry with anger or sadness. That's what he's going to pieces. You didn't deserve to go through this.
When you look at Javier, the face of a dog that fell from the moving truck. You pull your arm to yourself.
Javier continues.
"You need to prepare for problems. This is going to overflow. And these people won't accept that I stop. If they attack you because of what I did, in here, protect yourself. You didn't know anything. Do you understand?"
You agreed, nodding your head. Wiping the tears.
"I'm so stupid, how could I get here?"
"It's my fault. This is all my fault. I should never have approached you. If something happens outside of here, I'll go to hell after you, do you understand? I won't let anything happen to you."
You shake your head in disbelief. You get up. Javier also gets up. Watching you walk meaningless.
You turn to him, and push him, clapping your hands on his chest.
"I hate you"
You push him again.
"I hate you, your son..."
You were going to push him again, but Javi holds your arm.
"Do you know what that means?" You were trying to snap him. "I'm going to lose my job, I was kidnapped, I can die..."
"No..." Javier held your fists.
"You ruined everything good that exists in my life"
"I know, cariño"
"Shut up"
Javier pulls you to him. And it holds you in a hug. You kick at the beginning. Cursing him as much as your can. Struggling to get rid of him. But he surrenders.
"Let me go" you're crying, wetting his shirt.
Javier holds you with one arm involving your waist, and the other holding your head against his chest.
"I asked you Javi, I tried to let you know..."
Javier had his lips on the top of your head.
"I know, sweetheart, I'm sorry."
You are hugging for a while. Your brain throbbing in your head. The smell of Javier stunning you. It even seemed safe there. Everything that was happening was his fault, but he did it, at first, in an attempt to save you.
That wasn't fair. With neither of you. You were his hell. And he was your hell. Everything about you just hurt each other. You also couldn't imagine how it was for him, thinking of being responsible for a kidnapping. See innocent people dying in attacks, in the middle of the crossfire.
You couldn't imagine what the consciousness of Javier's head was like.
"I’m sorry, babe. I never wanted to harm you. Forgive me for the times I acted like an asshole with you, I just wanted to protect you" Javier murmurs over your head, while he rubs his nose on your forehead.
You walk away to look at Javier.
"We can get out of this clean"
Javier smiles, he can't believe it. Releasing the air through the mouth. You could always make him feel better, after all
"You heard Martinez today, if we catch Pablo, it's over. All this is over. And we can leave. Clean"
Javier is silent. Thoughtful.
You let go of his hug.
"Think about it before making any other stupid decision"
You take a few steps back. You was going to turn around when Javier holds your hand.
"Wait"
The warmth of his hand on your skin radiates a shiver all over your body. You observe where your skins meet. Looking so right. But being so wrong.
He pulls you back close to him. You take reluctant steps. Javier's eyes have never been as attentive and careful as they are today. Studying your face. The other hand rises on your cheek, your thumb wiping the tear in the corner of your eye.
"Everything I said that day. It's true. I would never use you. Never. Hate me, blame me, curse me, but please never doubt how I feel for you, and how I would never do anything to hurt you on purpose, do you believe me? Please, I need to know that you believe in me."
You felt your heart soften. The feeling was dubious. You hated Javier. But you wish you could hug him and say that everything would be fine.
You lower your head. Hold his hand more firmly. Your hand goes up to his face, holding his cheek. Javier closes his eyes to your touch.
"Javi, in the end, everyone got a little out of line here. Thank you for going after me. I'm grateful for that. But that's all" your voice fails.
That's not all.
Javier is still holding you.
"Wait" he swallows dry, "you didn't answer me"
"I believe in you. Even if it wasn't true, I always believe in you"
He doesn't want to let you go. You face each other, the two sunk into each other's eyes.
You suffer. He sees it. He suffers. You see.
"Just..." he hesitates. The eyes going down to your lips.
You shake your head when he's getting close to you. Your chest burns.
"You're going to make me suffer" you murmured a little too panting, your eyes filling with tears.
Javier approaches, and kisses your forehead. Time-consuming. Breathing you. Recording your smell.
And then let you go.
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if you don't mind, would you please infodump crashgate to me? i keep seeing it being referred to but i don't actually understand it :/ you can just ignore this ask if you don't want to tho!
OH MY GODDDDDD 🫨🫨🫨 SIT DOWN. I’M ABOUT TO TELL U THE MOST BEAUTIFULLY CHAOTIC AND CHAOTICALLY BEAUTIFUL FORMULA 1 CONTROVERSY OF ALL TIME
SO THE YEAR IS 2008. our key main players are as follows— fernando alonso, 2x world champion and also my skrunkly, his teammate nelson piquet jr, a rookie in this szn and also the son of known garbage can nelson piquet, pat symonds, renault’s director of engineering, and flavio briatore, renault’s managing director and TP at the time.
renault is literally not even in contention for the championship this year, so why they did this? who the fuck knows honestly. but we’re headed into the singapore gp. fernando has a very unfortunate qualifying, getting knocked out in Q2 after a mechanical failure and starting 15th, next to piquet jr who starts 16th. the race is seemingly normal. fernando pits on lap 12 for tyres and fuel (bc yes, back then u could refuel) and then 2 laps later, piquet jr fucking bins it into turn 17. like the flop that he is. and bc this specific turn makes it difficult to retrieve cars, they had to deploy the safety car.
2008 regs meant that the pitlane would be closed while the safety car was deployed until all the cards bunched up behind it. this gave fernando a significant advantage because remember, he already pitted 2 laps earlier, which meant that by the time the pit lane opened, the rest of the grid would have needed to pit for tyres or for fuel while he didn’t, giving him the clean air to put himself in front of the order. shenanigans ensue (massa’s fuel hose nightmare etc etc) that give him more of an advantage, and he goes on to eventually win the race.
NOW. to anyone else, this seems very, very normal. wow ! congrats to nando and renault for scoring their very first win of the season ! #underdogtingz ! and yes for literally a year, that’s what everyone thought .. until the next season.
in 2009, renault were flopping saurrr bad. they kept the same lineup and while fernando was doing his absolute best dragging the tractor that is the r29 (and slaying bc the fucker actually managed to put it on pole once), piquet jr was unsurprisingly a total disappointment, amassing a whopping ZERO POINTS !!!! renault was like wtf stop embarrassing us, and then dropped him over halfway thru the szn for romain grosjean.
piquet jr was PISSED. and he is his father’s son, so obv he decided to stir up some drama. he came onto national tv and was like um . ackshually . singapore 2008 was a LIE bc symonds and briatore asked me to crash ON PURPOSE. they had a masterplan all alongggg and everyone was like wtf !!! and briatore was like fuck you i’m suing u AND ur fuckass dad !
im not even gonna lie idk what came of that but in the end renault was like aight we’re not even gonna fight, also symonds and briatore are both resigning byeeee. eventually the FIA was like yeahhh y’all did this shit on purpose and symonds at least confessed, but briatore was STILL denying involvement even tho he clearly had enough evidence against him. symonds ended up being banned from any FIA events for 5 years (he’s working for the FIA now btw. christ!) and briatore was banned indefinitely but u just cant take the sport outta him cos u see him around sometimes lmaooo
fernando denied involvement and the FIA was like we believe u princess 🥰 whether he actually knew or not .. we don’t know .. but be was literally caught up in spygate the year before that so honestly who the fuck knows. this would honestly be nothing to him he took part in corporate espionage what’s a lil cheating gon do to his wibbly wobbly morals
ANYWAY THAT’S IT ⁉️ i might’ve missed some details but this is all coming straight from the noggin so .. def not perfect. if there is some misinformation in there someone else notices pls point it out lol
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paint the town red - bonus part
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EPISODE 10 - AN UNEXPECTED PURCHASE
charles stands with max, before their final press conference of the season, when lance approaches them. he greets both of them before turning to charles, "what happened? twitter is losing it's mind."
charles laughs, max also looks visibly confused, "oh mate, the craziest thing happened."
"STARK!" lando is heard shouting before he appears in the camera's view. he crashes into charles, gripping his shoulders, "TONY FUCKING STARK JUST BOUGHT THE TEAM?"
"what?" max questioned, "who bought what team? and what are you doing here, you're supposed to be in the media pen?"
"TONY STARK JUST BOUGHT FERRARI MAX!"
"oh," lance said, "that's why twitter is losing it."
"losing it?" lando questioned, "twitter is in shambles lance. it's not everyday a fucking avenger buys an f1 team."
"correct me if i'm wrong," daniel says, approaching the group, "but didn't tony stark get attacked at the monaco grand prix ages ago?
"you should ask fernando about that," charles told lance. the canadian looked confused before realization hit him, "right, fernando's been driving as long as oscar's been alive."
"we are completely and utterly fucked if tony stark just bought ferrari. you think the red bull dominance was bad, ferrari is about to completely annihilate us," lando complained.
daniel laughed, "well, i'm sure you guys will enjoy fighting for that p3. my tractor and i will enjoy fighting for points."
will buxton sits in front of the camera, "there's not many times when the world of formula one falls silent. in 1994, it fell silent to mourn the death of ayrton senna, then again in 2014 to mourn jules bianchi. zhou's nearly fatal crash and romain's near death experience rendered it silent for a moment before it all went back to normal. but this, this is one of those moments where it all falls silent before exploding. no one saw this coming, that's how unexpected this was. we never thought we'd hear the news that a billionaire had purchased the oldest standing team in formula one. let alone an avenger."
we now see christian horner in front of the camera, “i think i’m more so upset about the fact that ferrari will now be able to steal the championship from us. if there’s one thing i know about tony stark is that he is one competitive son of a bitch. there will be no more half-assed pit stops and strategies from ferrari, that you can count on. and with his daughter as one of the race engineers and a lead engineer, that car is going to be a rocket ship. it just means the rest of us will have up our game.”
toto wolff sits in front of the camera, replacing christian horner, “this is not the first time someone has purchased a formula one team. i do not know why they are acting like this is a first. yes, ferrari will be difficult to beat next year. they will know what they are doing, but we will not give up without a fight. next year will be an interesting year for us all.”
in front of the camera now sits tony stark, his signature blue tinted glasses sit on his face. he smiles at someone off camera, before turning to the producer, "need me to take off the glasses?"
"if you would," the producer answered, "name and title please."
tony looks at the camera, "my name is tony stark and i am the new owner of scuderia ferrari's formula one team. oh! and i am iron man!"
"mr. stark, what led you to purchase the team?"
tony clears his throat, "my mother was italian and a big tifosi, she bled rosso corsa proudly. she never got the opportunity to see michael schumacher lead the team to the greatness he did. i kept up with the team in her memory, and in recent years the team hadn't been performing as well as a fan would've liked. i knew the current drivers, charles and carlos, were championship material. that much was obvious to me when sainz became the only non red bull driver to win a race in the 2023 season. for leclerc, well, there's a reason they call him il predestinato right? he won monza his maiden year with ferrari, that alone put him into the tifosi's good books. speaking of, i knew they were furious and after austin, i knew something had to be done. and if nobody else was going to do it, i was, so i bought the team."
"how confident are you that you can restore ferrari's old glory?"
"i trust my drivers and i trust my team, i think that says enough."
in front of the camera now sits an old face. sebastian vettel smiles brightly at the producer. the last time they had seen him he was in a green shirt and he looked tired, but the time away did him some good. he's happier now and back in ferrari red, back where he had started when the show first began.
"did you ever think you'd be back here?" the producer asked him. sebastian smiled, "honestly, no. i had left this all behind and i told myself i was never going to return to this sport. but when an opportunity like this comes around, you don't say no."
"are you happy with this new position or would prefer to be back in the car?"
"i'm happy with my job now."
“do you think you can help restore ferrari to its old glory?”
“yes,” sebastian quickly answers, “in the past ferrari had been stuck dwelling too much on its history. being stuck in the past for so long leads to no results. it leads to people demanding your first driver leave the team after constantly getting screwed over. we want the championship back in maranello and we will take it back. next year ferrari will put up one hell of a fight.”
“you’ve got a great team mr. vettel.”
“i know, i don’t plan on wasting it.”
charles smiles brightly at the camera, “hello.”
“hi charles,” the producer replies, “do you mind telling us what your first thought were when you heard the team had been bought? how did you find out?”
“i found out on twitter along with everyone else,” charles replied, “my first reaction was to text carlos to see if he knew, he was just as shocked as i was. no one had informed us the team had been bought much less who it had been bought by.”
“and how did you find out the team had been bought by tony stark?”
“when there was an emergency meeting called at maranello right before abu ahabi. carlos and i walked in to the factory and it felt like a different environment, people were excited and whispering to each other. you can imagine our surprise when we walked in to that meeting to see seb sitting with tony stark of all people.”
“i imagine it was a big shock?”
“yes,” charles answered, “mr. stark explained to us what he had done and told us that we should be expecting a whole new team when we arrived back from the final race of the season. it is exciting to know that things are changing.”
"is change a good thing?"
"in this case, it is. things needed to change if ferrari wants to be a championship contender once again. and this will be good for my friendship with carlos."
"are things strained between you two?"
"the truth? yes," charles replied, "it is difficult to go online and see people saying that you don't deserve your seat or that your teammate is better simply because he won a race when you haven't been able to do that this season. it places a sort of- tension? is that the word?" he looks at someone off camera, the person must nod because he turns to face the camera again, "carlos and i are good drivers, there is a reason we are formula one drivers. but the team, it has- it pit us against each other, that was what strained our friendship."
"what are your wishes for this upcoming season?"
"to win the championship." charles laughs.
carlos looks at someone off camera, nodding at whatever they're saying, before turning to look at the producer, "hello," carlos greeted.
"hello carlos," the producer greeted, "can you tell us what your initial reaction was to learning the team had been bought?"
"i was shocked, i did not think it was possible for someone to buy the team, it's ferrari. but i also felt a bit relieved? i hope maybe things will change and we can have a decent shot at the championship."
"relieved? i don't think i've heard that one yet."
carlos chuckled, "my friendship with charles was strained after this season. i hope that with mr. stark as an owner we are able to put aside our work and our friendship to achieve the goal we have in common. to bring the championship back to ferrari."
"is it difficult to separate work and life off the track?"
"sometimes, yes. after singapore was when our friendship truly hit rock bottom. i think it was difficult for us to accept that only one of us was the 1st driver. everyone knows that it's charles, it has been since 2021, but i think after a while it was difficult for me to accept that. he's- charles is loved by the tifosi, he's loved by everyone because he's charles leclerc. sometimes it is difficult to be his teammate knowing people will always see me as second best."
"i see."
"i love the kid, trust me, i do. i value his friendship very much, but sometimes it is difficult. with stark as the owner, and sebastian as the new team principal, i am hoping things will change. even if charles is still first driver, i hope i am not treated as second best by my own team. sometimes change is good, this time i think it is."
"what are your wishes for this upcoming season?"
"to win the championship." carlos answers.
will buxton is in front of the camera once again, "it will certainly be entertaining to see what ferrari manage to do next season. the lingering question that remains is, will the starks live up to the hype surrounding this purchase? i guess we'll just have to wait and see."
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¡leclerc-s speaks!
once again, merry christmas to those of you celebrate and a very wonderfully normal day to those of you who don't. either way, my gift to you is this bonus episode for paint the town red, i hope you enjoyed it. it is a pain figuring out how to write netflix style, it's over 1.7k words, although it may not look like it.
¡disclaimer!
this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!
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FebruarOC - Quin
My other brand new character, along with Horatio, created with the express purpose of having some pining fae prince + bodyguard content. However I know even less about Quin than I do about Horatio. The problem with creating characters 1) out of spite 2) just to play around with in a sandbox is that it makes it real hard to force yourself to sit down and figure something out. At least for me -- there's less of a motivation since it's not for anything except my own amusement.
SO! Let's uh, make some stuff up I guess!
The most important thing to make up is: HOW DID THEY MEET and WHY IS THEY LIKE THIS?
Easiest answer is that like, Quin's family is just one of the vassals of the seelie king, and Quin got the lucky job of being assigned as bodyguard to the prince. (What does being a vassal of the seelie king based out of LA mean? are you in charge of like, San Fernando Valley? Do the dukes of Fashion District, Flower District, and Jewelry district all duke (🥁) it out because their neighborhoods are so close together and bleed into one another??? Are Chinatown, Little Tokyo, KTown, Historic Filipinotown etc etc run by delegates of their own respective countries? Or is it done based on lines of governmental districts?? oh bOY) SO MAYBE NOT A VASSAL, that's too loaded a question for me to figure out.
Quin's parents working as part of the king's court. Okay, easy.
So what is it that makes Quin get picked? There's the possibility that there was like, a contest and he won? Or it was used as a punishment for his parents? It could even have been a punishment for Quin, if I want to rip the bodyguard plot from my SignetEcho fic LMAO He was caught doing A Crime and was given the opportunity to do fae jail time or serve as the prince's bodyguard? Either of those two brings in tension -- though I think that his parents being punished is the better option because it can bring on the difficulties of Quin having been lied to about the reason is there and blaming Horatio -- even if Horatio was unaware. We'll go with that!
Quin, under the impression that he was chosen for idk like good grades and and performance at school or whatever the fuck the other kids in his generation were doing, was assigned to be the prince's bodyguard in secret punishment to his parents by sending away their eldest son for something they did. I'll figure that out later, it's not important right now.
I think generally, he does enjoy working with Horatio, even if sometimes the prince (and the political scene in general) can be exasperating.
His drabble is also part of OC Kiss Week, so you'll find that in a separate post!
PS: full disclosure, when i'm plotting his relationship with Horatio, I may or may not be rotating this post in my head at WARP SPEED.
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as Fernando Alonso and my tiger parents all said, "if you're not first then you're not winning" and boy, we have a lot of losers to pick out from this historic silly season. although it's fair to say that this was a W for entertainment, no one in the paddock has left the piasco unscathed, but some had it worse than the other. who, ultimately took the L in this situation? let's take a look at the contestants:
- daniel ricciardo: lost his seat at mclaren after repeatedly stating he was committed to them and humiliatingly making a state of the union at the mtc; reputation as a driver is hanging by a thread due to incompatibilities with the papaya chassis; could be either out of a seat or having to drive for alpine/haas which is lowkey the same thing; still the people's princess somehow and bagged a lotta money in the process tho.
- oscar piastri: invented a copypasta that will remain a staple of the community for years; not only burned all bridges with alpine but also with tons of other ppl in f1 who are now suspicious of him; got called out with peace and love by jenson button on sky sports; still has mark webber as a manager; did manage to get the seat at mclaren (historically an ok to good move for rookies) and is the new Australian Supreme apparently.
- fernando alonso: honestly he wasn't even the architect of the behind the scenes drama but he took advantage of the whole situation in front of him to commit the most hilarious acts of shithousery. only reason he is in here is because he will drive for aston martin next year.
- sebastian vettel: also not directly related to this but his retirement created the environment for the whole chain of shithousery that enabled fernando to have the best time ever. a possible L if AM does well next year but even if they do i think he checked out anyway.
- otmar szafnauer: moved from aston martin to alpine in hopes to have a more serious team, faced with the french admin instead; last one to know about everything that happens there; got ego murdered by fernando multiple times throughout the ordeal; has to be the spokesperson and call piastri out for his lack of integrality while everyone is laughing at him bc the rookie got em.
- andreas seidl: has to be mclaren's spokesperson while zak brown is in hiding trying to lure more drivers to the mclaren roster; just wants to be an engineer in peace but is doomed to work for mclaren.
- zak brown: american; collecting drivers like infinity stones; while you were reading this he created a mclaren team for the north macedonia f5 championship; will be the person everyone will point at if the piastri/norris link up flops; enemy no1 of the daniel ricciardo nation of fans.
- mclaren's 100 drivers except pato: all believed they could have daniel's seat; highlight for alex palou that lied for this, died for this, sucked and fucked some guy for this.
- mick schumacher: somehow in all of the scenarios that doctor strange saw he is out of a seat. literally isn't involved with any of this and out of a seat if haas won't renew him; potentially out of the FDA which is the greatest Ls of them all in my humble yet correct opinion.
- esteban ocon: ignored by the alpine admin when it comes to his preference of nando replacement; potentially forced to drive with his rival (who is also his fathers' archnemesis' son); still in a stable contract though and in ok form so maybe not that bad; also managed to survive through a partnership with fernando alonso after all.
- pierre gasly: potentially forced to drive his rival (who is also his fathers' archnemesis' son); might get to leave the red bull mass incarceration complex and catapult himself into french motorsports history for good which is as much as he might get in his career tbh.
- alpine: french; as a whole institution is in shambles; remains intact as an icon of the midfield anyway.
- netflicks: might be out of their no1 source of content if daniel doesn't manage to get a seat for 2023; will def see little to no content from piastri's side; zak brown will hand them the script for mclaren's POV episode and it will be very Corporate Cool; might get to do a French Alpine episode in 2023 though which might work for them;
- danielrinas: had to endure a year and a half of this shenanigans; didn't get to enjoy the summer break; are living from daniel's monza win; falling to their knees at walmart.
who do you think took the L? vote here
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this is going to be long, i'm so sorry in advance.
i think it would be a shame for both him and f1 if we never got to experience what lando could do with a competitive car (i know with how sochi ended, it's usually used to shit on him. but until it all went wrong - mostly down to strategy - lando was pulling a gap to one of F1's greatest in tricky conditions. that drive was a masterclass until the rain got harder (information lando wasn't given in advance), and i will die on the hill that was an IMPRESSIVE drive.)
anyway, top teams.
ferrari - car seems to be backsliding in competitiveness, unfortunately. also just as incompetent as mclaren, if not more so, when it comes to strategies. i think it would be easier to luck into some podiums, maybe even get that well deserved first win, but i don't think the overwhelming majority of the grid could actually reach their full potential with ferrari (we cry for charles on a regular basis in my household).
mercedes - NO. i would not even wish for the drivers i dislike to have to be teammates with george. also i either think they would kill each other, or we'd get lando back in one of those imposter syndrome "i fuck everything up and am not good enough for f1" mental health crises. like tall troll is obsessed with flexing his accomplishments in a top car and comparing to accomplishments lando, who has never had anything more than a midfield car, has earned to prove he's "better" or whatever. idek how lewis has the patience to work with that man, but godspeed to him. (sorry if u like george)
-aston martin. feels weird to consider them a top team after last year. i frankly think fernando won't retire until all of the 2019 rookies have at this rate, and strolls seat is safe as long as lawrence is around (there's also some beef from lando's junior career as well as george's where lawrence vetoed them from being able to take competitive prema seats. george even criticized them in the media when lance competed in f2 for essentially allowing lawrence to influence the outcome via politics - there were several times lance was given um … unnecessary team orders during his junior days that many drivers didn't agree with. anyway, the blocking from prema is believed to be why lando hasn't been particularly fond of lance since they've been in f1 either. have a feeling all of the lawrence stroll blocking younger drivers' successes to try to … idk, make his son who was already in f1 at that point … look better probably put a huge red flag on his team for most young drivers).
-finally, red bull. agree with basically all of your reasonings. i don't necessarily think being teammates would automatically change lando and max's friendship. lando is still friends with basically most teammates he's had all the way since his junior days, and as long as he doesn't feel they've sabotaged him in any way, max seems to get on extremely well with all of his f1 teammates. however, they're both so competitive that if anything did happen on track, idk some things could be said spur of the moment or anything. this is one teammate pairing i think would either go EXTREMELY well or HORRIBLY bad, no in-between.
i also keep thinking back to that interview alex gave discussing his entire career until now. he basically discussed how you go over the data with engineers and see all of these things max is doing with that car and you're wondering why you can't replicate it. and idk if given some of his past struggles, if a situation like that would even be good for lando after he has kind of found some confidence in himself and his abilities? because i am a huge fan of both, but i do think when it comes to max especially in red bull, he's just in like a talent tier of his own atm.
idk i guess all of this to say i do think red bull would probably be the best option if he did switch teams (i also think they have more of a fun, easygoing environment that would match his personality well compared to some of the stifling corporate vibes ferrari and merc can give at times), but idk. even that has some potential to go very wrong in some ways.
never apologise for long messages, i love reading this like a newspaper.
[context, my tags in the poll 'would you like to see lando at red bull']
sochi was mad impressive! i think everyone will remember that as being fucking impressive for lando and his emotions and his 'no!' was super understandable. his team should've been more clear and also stricter. lando could not foresee what the rain would do and his team failed him there massively. just like lewis said, he also didn't want to pit but his team forced him. so, yes, i fully blame lando-not-winning-sochi on mclaren.
other teams
ferrari - i agree wholeheartedly. the car is decent enough to be up high (not, like, championship-wise, but certainly winning-races wise). the team makes more mistakes than they should. it's embarrassing how they're behaving like a team new to f1 with the choices they're making and the communication they're lacking. i do not see lando driving for ferrari, somehow. just. doesn't match. but at the same time, kimi also didn't necessarily match at ferrari so, who knows.
mercedes - LMAO I DID NOT EXPECT THIS HATRED TOWARD GEORGE but it is welcome here. everyone is welcome to criticise all drivers including the ones i like. that's your opinion! lucky for you, i also do not like politically correct princess russel, so i agree with your sentiment. but, also, i think lando could serve massive cunt at mercedes if he can stay above george. which would be hilarious. imagine being mercedes' golden boy and then be fucking sent to hell by this other british lad with a million times more charisma who actually is naturally liked by other drivers instead of people faking smiles all around. but yes, i do not think mercedes with george can be a healthy team for lando unless they're treating lando right and put george in his place. i doubt he'll accept that though. i'm conflicted.
aston martin - same, i do not trust the legalities on that car ? but also good for them i guess? i did not know the backstory of lawrence's influence but i'm sad to say i'm not surprised. i do not like lawrence's place and i hope sooner rather than later lance tells his dad 'actually, f1 not for me' bc it'll do the sport a whole lot good. i hope alonso's 117 points versus lance's 37 points will remain a wake up call that lance-can't-look-in-his-mirrors stroll is actually not as much world championship material as lawrence might hope he is. i do not hate lance! for the record! i just hate lawrence. would not wish anyone to go to lawrence's aston martin f1 team unless they are someone like fernando with an already steady career. because team wise, they do not seem to make many mistakes? so that's pretty steady.
red bull - yeah, same. i think they're more likely to go extremely well than horribly bad these days, to be honest. we've seen max talk about how he's grown as a teammate and become a better teammate now than he was alongside daniel, so i think in that sense he'll be very nice next to lando. i think it'd be a great opportunity and we know how badly helmut and christian have wanted (and probably still want) lando to be in that rbr. i also think max will be cold when he feels wronged, so that's not cool. and red bull is known to be quite ruthless in the sense that if you don't do well, you're out before you know it. i trust lando to do well, once he's found his way. just needs time to adjust. i think, out of all teams above mclaren (and excluding alpine), that red bull would be lando's best option. but yeah! as you said, max is incredibly talented and finds things to do with whatever red bull is under his ass and he can fuck it to another universe. to compare yourself to that will only get you down. so, you know, i hope max and whoever else at red bull will be able to give lando the confidence that whatever he does is good and he doesn't have to be max 2.0. ideally, i'd love for lando to go to red bull in max's last year, so he doesn't have to compete with max but instead max can tutor him to take over after he leaves. that way, he can learn all from max and grow however is best for him without feeling like he has to be better.
thanks for discussing this with me anon! i loved reading your thoughts and learned a lot <3
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The Perfect Pair- Fernando Alonso/ Fem! Reader
— DESCRIPTION: on a random friday night, fernando got a message from his supposed “blind date”.
P2: Los Aliens Son Reales
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Lance is now absolutely losing his mind and spamming Fernando’s phone but the older driver just closed his phone pretending that his phone’s not buzzing at all. Now that he’s chosen an outfit— the one’s Lance did not chose to be exact, he now lay down on his bed calming down his nerves for his date tomorrow. What did he even gotten himself into?
Despite the fact that his anxiety is through the roof, he can’t help but smile to the thought that he’s actually going on a date. What is she’s going to be like? Does she likes pastas that’s why she requested the Blańc? Does she thinks Greese is cool? Does she likes bands? He doesn’t even met her yet but he’s thinking about her already. He buried his face on a pile of pillows to drown out his thoughts (not that it helped anyway). He’s acting like a teenager on his first date and it’s making him feel appalled.
Fernando looks at his clock and it says 7:00. The restaurant is just 30 minutes away from his place but he hopped on his car already— afraid to be late to his date. He was about to put his key on the ignition when he received a message.
This is getting too real now. He let out a nervous breath as he drove away from his house. Before going to the restaurant he decided to buy some flowers for her. It’s already 7:50 when he got to the restaurant. He was about to message Lex to ask her about her whereabouts when he accidentally bumped into someone, Fernando dropped his phone and the stranger picked it up for him. “Oh, I am really sorry” you said, scrambling giving him his phone. “No, no. My fault for not looking anyway.” Fernando said. You were about to give back his phone but you saw what’s flashed on the screen, it’s your text messages. “So, you are James?” you asked. “Sorry?” Fernando said staring at you confused. He now saw how you looked like.
And you looked… really pretty.
Your hair is perfectly tied on a knot, showing your beautiful eyes, and your perfect complexion. An angel in disguise, he thought. Fernando was about to zone out but you spoke again. “I’m Lex, sorry if I asked Ali for your name already. I mean it’s just fair since you know mine, anyway.” you said. “Oh! Yeah. I’m James. Nice to meet you.” Fernando, or James said. He’s too deep on this lie now to chicken out now. Identify theft pfft, what is that?
After a few moments you and James are now seated on a table beside a large window. You stare at the view admiring the beauty of Oviedo. After a few seconds of silence you move your head on his direction. “I don’t really do this often, sorry if I’m being awkward or anything.” you said apologetically. “No, you are being perfect. Don’t worry at all.” James told you. You saw how his eyes glisten while he talks to you. He’s quite handsome, you thought. He is also a bit older for your age but you didn’t really quite mind. Ali is quite the matchmaker.
While waiting for the food, James started a conversation. Surprisingly, he did not asked what your favourite colour is. Which is rare. Instead he asked you if you believe in aliens, you said no, giving him all the same old reason, saying that it’s just fictional and there is no evidence of it. “What?! Fictional? No. The universe is complex. And it’s really really huge. To think that aliens doesn’t exists is kind of crazy. And no evidence? Do you not know about the USS Nimitz 2004 where they saw and I quote “an unidentified flying white object, without wings, and no rosters” What else could it be? A UFO! Es un maldito, UFO! Los extraterrestres son definitivamente reales. (it’s a fucking UFO. aliens are definitely real.) You chuckled at how passionate he is about it. He’s been geeking about aliens for quite some time now, he only realized when a waiter served you your food. “Oh. I’m sorry I think I rambled too much about UFO’s and aliens and stuffs.” He said embarrassed. “Don’t be. I enjoyed it. I might actually believe in aliens now.” you told him, giving him a huge smile.
After a few moments it’s now your turn to talk, “Yeah, my name is actually Alexandra Alegra Camille Adriana Montelle Gonźalez.” you said to him. You can hear him choke from the wine he’s drinking. You let out a small laugh from his reaction. “It’s like your parents couldn’t choose from all the baby names they prepared and just used everything!” he said jokingly. “I know right?! Writing all that before in all my school paper is such an experience.” You can see him let out a laugh of his own. “I must say, Adriana is a pretty name.” “Only a few loved ones calls me that. I guess you can be one of them.”
The date went better than you expected. You were worried that you would do something to ruin it but James made sure that you are comfortable and heard. He was interested in every word that you says. It’s cute how focused he is listening to all your silly thoughts. He also promised that he will watch your favourite movie so that you’ll have something to talk about on the next date. Next date already, huh? You are happy to know that he enjoyed the night just like you did. It was 11:30 pm when you bid goodbye to him. As much as you want to spend more time with him, it’s already late and you wanted to give him a rest as well. He offered to give you a ride home, you declined it but gave in after a few (a lot) of convincing from him.
The ride home was silent, not the awkward kind though. It’s a comfortable silent. The silence after a tiring yet good time. Summer Nights started playing on the radio. “I love this song!” you exclaimed, turning up the volume. You sang along to the song while James hummed with you. It’s a perfect end to the night.
“Thank you for the ride, James.” you said, while giving him a hug. “Mmhm, have a good night, Adi.” You smiled at your new nickname and gave him a last good bye.
As Fernando walks to his car he couldn’t help but jump in joy. Such a perfect night, indeed.
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nano_alo i guess she liked the flowers
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lstrolly WTF OLD MAN ARE U CHEATING ON ME?!
↳ leosdad WHAT???
↳ nano_alo @leosdad don’t listen to him, the kid is kind of you know…
lstrolly SO THIS IS WHY U ARE NOT REPLYING TO MY MESSAGES
lstrolly i hate you so much
↳ dannyr3 nando please reply to lance asap, he is crying on face time. it’s not a good sight to see.
Note: Waahhh, second chapter !! Enjoyed writing this. I just think he believes in aliens because hello?! Nano is an alien 😔 *cue E.T. by toy-box*
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