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lycheedr3ams · 11 months

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Death's Angel

Part 1: Looking Death in the Eye

royal!fem!reader x executioner!konig

Summary: It's 1554. You're one of the eight daughters of the Austrian royal family, and your parents do everything they can to ensure their kingdom is prosperous and peaceful. No royal court is complete without their hand-picked executioner, one who stands out against the sea of black, faceless bodies that make up the profession. It just so happens that your family's new executioner, one who has made a name for himself far and wide for his skill with the axe, has caught your eye and ruined you for good.

Warnings: MDNI! eventual filthy smut, mutual pining, forbidden love, death (konig is an executioner duh), mean sisters, mentions of medieval-type violence, overbearing parents, konig is brooding, maybe dark themes bc reader likes seeing him kill people?

Part 2

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series inspired by the art below!

If there was anything your parents taught you, it was to never mix with the lower, working classes. You were royalty: there was never any need for you to lift a finger, let alone even ask for anything. Everything will be served to you on a silver platter. The heads of your enemies were no exception.

You grew up watching executions like it was a normal family affair, like it was the same as lazily observing geese land in the pond behind your castle as you sat with your chin in your hand. It was always the same. Your family's star executioner, up until now, would force the victim on stage and enact whatever cruel punishment your king and queen parents decided. It was a routine. There was no malice or passion behind it, it was just a job. Chopping heads off blocks was the same as completing a to-do list for most executioners, and you grew accustomed to seeing bloodied heads rolling over cobblestone.

But your family's loyal executioner died suddenly. The peasantry said he was possessed, that the devil had finally taken the man's soul for all the heinous acts he committed. Whatever the case, your family needed a new executioner, fast. It wouldn't be long before people committed more crime, knowing the axe of judgement was temporarily frozen above their heads. you could hear your parents frantically whispering in the dead of night over which executioner to choose. there were so many contenders for the spot. you couldn't have cared less who the new executioner would be. executioners, though their jobs were necessary for functioning society, were spurned and looked down on. a necessary evil, as some may say. your parents taught you to never speak to the executioner, much less even look his way. not out of respect, but rather to keep your eyes clean from the monstrosity of whatever man could live with cutting off heads each day.

the day eventually came when your parents decided on a new executioner. they seemed pretty excited about it, and decided to get right to the "festivities" to commemorate the occasion. the new executioner would, the moment he reached the royal ground, execute the line of prisoners whose deaths had been delayed since the passing of your previous executioner. You strode elegantly, as you were taught, to your seat on the elevated surface as the victims were lined up on the lower stage. the crowd watched anxiously. there was a different feeling in the air. everyone seemed even more scared than normal. the blood-stained oak chopping block had never seemed more foreboding.

and then you saw him. out of your family's royal carriage - the oldest and dingiest one, mind you - this giant of a man stepped out and scanned the crowd. everyone went silent. not even the birds dared to sing as he walked across the stage silently, his axe slung over his shoulder, the wooden boards underneath his jagged leather boots creaking loudly. he was nothing short of a giant. his shoulders were broad, and even though his chest was clothed with black cloth, you knew he was toned. he carried that monstrous axe like it was nothing but a butter knife. the only thing that reminded you that he was, in fact, human was the faint reflection of the sunlight in his eyes from deep within his black hood.

your breath caught in your chest as you observed him. he stood still by the chopping block, so naturally that you felt your spine tingle. your father bellowed out the reason for the execution spree - something about celebration - but your mind was completely fogged, filled with nothing but morbid curiosity for this new death-bringer who would be living in your castle. the executioner was then commanded to turn towards your family and bow before the executions began. this grim reaper turned his broad back and faced your family. his eyes scanned each one of you, but they lingered on you the longest. you felt like a gust of ice wind had just raced up from his gaze alone, manifested somehow by whatever mental prowess he seemed to possess. He bowed lowly to you and your family before standing, glancing at you once more, and then facing the crowd.

your father yelled out with raised arms, "my kingdom! this is your new judge, your executioner! the one who will bring you to justice from here forth is Konig!"

king. His name means king, you thought. how ironic. that a man with such a name - likely an alias - would be performing the work that no one dared do.

for the first time in your life, you watched avidly as this new executioner, as konig, swiftly cut each victims' head off like he was slicing butter. konig commanded respect. even the crowd was silent as he worked, his grunts and the dull sound of the axe meeting wood and bone were the only things to be heard as he performed his duty. it should have scared you. he should have scared you. and when the last victim's head rolled off the block and konig rested against his up-turned axe, you released a breath that you didn't know you had been holding.

hope you enjoyed! this will likely be multiple parts, and a slow burn. i just love this so much

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totowlff · 9 months

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chapter thirty-eight — on the cover

➝ check now the new issue of karriere by der standard magazine!

➝ word count: 2,6k

➝ warnings: none

➝ author’s note: well, the hiatus is over. after a few turbulent months in my personal life, with a layoff and a hiring involved, in addition to depressive episodes, i am finally back in front of the keyboard to continue writing my stories. i appreciate the kind messages i received from everyone who still wanted to read more about elisabeth and cassie. they were of paramount importance for me to go ahead. i hope you like this chapter.

SEPTEMBER, 2017

A Flower Blooms On The Asphalt

Toto Wolff and Elisabeth Lauda talk about business, family and the next step in the relationship that rocked the world of Formula 1

By Rosa Winkler-Hermaden

They say that first impressions are lasting impressions, and the first impression one gets when watching Elisabeth Lauda and Toto Wolff together is that they are not your average couple. Both possess a presence that's impossible to ignore, courtesy of his tall stature and her piercing blue eyes, and the sense of poise and seriousness both of them exude, even in a setting as relaxed as this one.

Watching the two settle down on the sofa for the conversation, held in the couple's penthouse located in the Innere Stadt, it's hard not to not get the impression that the two of them are indeed “Austrian motorsport’s royalty”, a nickname given to the couple by the reporter Ted Kravitz, of Sky Sports F1. Considering who we're talking about, it's a very apt way to describe the couple, even though they vehemently deny it.

“It's a definition that I find funny, but I don’t necessarily agree with it. Neither Elisabeth nor I expect things to be done for us, let alone have figurative roles on the team. We are two completely normal people, we work and strive to provide the best working environment for everyone on the team”, Toto says, while holding his partner's hand.

“I think who my father is lends itself to the description, but I don’t really think it’s an accurate view of who Toto and I are as people. Like he said, we are completely normal people. We were just lucky enough to find each other in the middle of all this mess”, Elisabeth tells me, which makes Toto smile, his dark eyes glued to the small diamond sparkling on her left ring finger. The mess she is referring to, of course, is Formula 1, a world that today is the backdrop for, according to magazines and newspapers across Europe, “the greatest love story in sport to date”.

It’s a story that all starts in downtown Vienna.

Mixing business with pleasure

As her surname suggests, Elisabeth Lauda is the youngest daughter of three-time Formula 1 champion Niki Lauda and his wife of over 40 years, Marlene. With her beauty inherited from her mother and the acerbic personality of her father, she grew up between Austria and Ibiza, with a period in Italy in the 1990s when Niki worked for Ferrari. With a life between the Spanish island and her home country, as well as a few years studying at the Lycée Français in Vienna made her a polyglot. In addition to her native German, she speaks Catalan, Italian, French and English. “We're even on this one, we both know five languages apiece”, Toto comments, with a mischievous smile.

With two business degrees and an MBA from the University of Vienna, Liesl, as Toto calls her, was never interested in the world of motorsport. She says that she always preferred to work together with her father in his business outside of racing; the management of airlines and other investments he’d made in the early 2000’s.

“My father always said that, for matters related to Formula 1, he was in charge. I was never even tempted to delve into that world, that was something he did with my brothers. Things started to change when he received an invitation from Daimler to buy shares in Mercedes-Benz GP, which meant he would take the position of non-executive director of the team. He asked me if I wanted to help him with the project, and so, Formula 1 became another business interest of mine”, Elisabeth says.

Unlike his partner, Toto Wolff fell in love with speed in his late teens. He didn’t grow up watching racing, despite the fact that he does recall watching his father-in-law compete on television. After watching Philipp Peter, a friend of his from Vienna, compete in German Formula 3, the young man became convinced that this was what he wanted to do with his life. However, his reality was quite different.

Growing up in an upper-middle-class neighborhood in Vienna, his life changed drastically when his father, Sven, was diagnosed with an incurable form of cancer. It wasn't long before the business went bankrupt and his parents separated. Joanna, his mother, was left having to care for Toto and his sister, Lili, as a single mother. The dream of being a driver seemed distant, especially with his family’s financial difficulties. However, by pooling the savings from some Christmas and birthday gifts, Toto was able to buy (ironically) a SEAT Ibiza to start racing in Austria.

However, his fairy tale was short-lived. After a few unpromising seasons in Formula Ford and without the support of his main sponsor, who pulled out after the death of Roland Ratzenberger in 1994, he found himself taking another path.

“I entered university in a Business course, but ended up dropping out after I got an internship at a bank in Warsaw. I thought I would learn more in the real world, so I dove in. It's not something I really recommend, but, at the time, it seemed like a good idea. I learned a lot about investments and how to read the markets there, so that was a good thing” ,Toto says. He built some wealth by making lucky investments in early tech startups, which gave Wolff the chance to fulfill another dream: owning a Formula 1 team.

He became an investor first in HWA, a motorsport supplier that ran the Mercedes DTM factory team, which eventually led to him investing in the storied Williams F1 team. His work with Williams caught the eye of Wolfgang Bernhard, part of the board of directors of Daimler, the parent company of Mercedes, in the summer of 2012. Mercedes had re-entered Formula 1 in 2010 after taking over the Brawn GP outfit, and struggled in its first two seasons back in the sport. After a meeting with Dieter Zetsche, chairman of the board, he was invited to buy shares, along with Niki Lauda. “The turning point”, according to Wolff.

The couple's first contact was in September 2012, at a dinner at the Edvard restaurant, in downtown Vienna. Elisabeth laughs as she remembers arriving at the place with her father after an unexpected delay, as well as the moment she saw Wolff for the first time.

“My father arrived at the table, started greeting everyone and I started to ask myself why I was there, since I didn't know anyone, I hadn't participated in any meetings, I wasn't directly involved in the operation. Until he”, Elisabeth says, turning her head toward Toto. “He got up to talk to my dad and all I could think about was how beautiful his smile was”.

Wolff is more direct about his first impression of Elisabeth. "I'm a bit of a pessimistic man and particularly skeptical about love. I've been married and divorced once, so I figured the whole “romance” thing wasn't for me. And then she walks into the restaurant and it's like my heart said 'wait, I think we can try again'. And I decided to give it a try".

Although they didn't really talk much during that first dinner, they did get a chance to grow closer over lunch in Singapore. “The way he told me about his life, the details, the twinkle in his eye, that enchanted me. It felt like I was talking to someone I had known forever. There was a feeling of familiarity, of comfort. It was like I had finally found my home”, Elisabeth says, as Toto kisses her on the hand.

However, the couple took a while to get together. There was some hesitation on her part, especially considering her involvement in the team’s operations, given who her father is. “I feared how our involvement might look to others, especially investors. As much as we had a known and public friendship, at the negotiation table it could sound as if we were in collusion, which was not true”, she says.

That hesitation meant that each of them stepped back from their burgeoning relationship. Toto even had an affair with a French model in the meantime, but it didn't last long. “I couldn’t get Elisabeth out of my head,” Wolff explains, a shy smile on his face. Shortly thereafter, the two kicked off their relationship, which was surprisingly well-received by both of their families.

“Everyone’s reaction was something between 'finally' and 'I already knew', so I think we were just postponing something that was going to happen one way or another all this time", Elisabeth says. “You were putting it off”, Toto says, as Elisabeth shakes her head. “I wasn't”, she replies, while Wolff smiles mischievously.

The harmony between them is visible, even when they disagree on something. And that is a key element for the results that this partnership has achieved.

Communication as the key to success

Since 2014, the team commanded by the couple has won the Formula 1 constructors’ title three years in a row. The championship for individual drivers — the World Drivers’ Championship — has been won by a Mercedes driver since 2014 as well. At this point, history is set to repeat itself, though both Elisabeth and Toto deny that it is a certainty at this point.

“The results of the last few years have been incredible, but that doesn't mean we have everything in our hands, this year was proof of that. We weren’t as consistent during the first part of the season as in previous years, which cost us points in several races”, Toto says. "Ferrari did an excellent job this year and we had to fight to recover, especially after what happened in Monaco with Lewis’ car".

When asked if she agrees with her partner's assessment, Elisabeth smiles. “Yes, at this point, I agree. Nothing we have achieved came on a golden platter, it is the result of the effort of more than two thousand people in Brackley and Brixworth. The results belong to everyone, not just to those on the podium with the trophy”, she says. They seem to be mostly in agreement on everything, a picture of teamwork and harmony. I ask about it.

“Definitely not all the time”, he says, stifling a laugh. “Toto likes to say that he fell in love with the most headstrong woman in Austria, which is accurate, I think. Contrary to what many people think, I have firm positions on things. I'm not easily influenced, especially when it comes to business”, Elisabeth explains. Despite sounding like a source of conflict, the two cite their ability to communicate as their major strength together.

“Elisabeth and I had very different lives and paths until we met. It's completely normal and expected that we have different opinions and views on things, but we talk a lot and we always try to reach a middle ground”, Toto says. “Of course, when it comes to Mercedes, given the fact that Elisabeth is a representative of her father and not necessarily a shareholder, sometimes the conversation needs to be with Niki and not with her. But we always work with dialogue, on all fronts”, he completes, while his companion nods positively.

Of course, they can’t avoid all conflict, and Elisabeth confirms this herself. “We are still a normal couple. We argue, we try to understand each other, and we try to put our best vision on the table. But the fact that we managed to make our relationship work both in the workplace and at home is a sign of our maturity, I think”.

When asked if dialogue is the key to the team's success, the couple looks at each other, smiling. “It's difficult to attribute all the success of recent years to a single factor. But, I believe that communication, not just between the two of us, but within the organization, is extremely important”, Toto responds.

At this point, Elisabeth says that she wants a cup of coffee, and offers one to her partner and me. Toto refuses, giving his partner a good-natured jab about her caffeine intake. “I only appreciate the finer things in life”, she replies, planting a kiss on his cheek before getting up and heading to the kitchen.

A bright future

As we enjoy an espresso together, the couple talks about housekeeping and decorating. I ask about the pictures on the mantel above the fireplace. There are pictures of the couple by themselves, pictures of Toto’s two children from his previous marriage, and pictures of the Lauda family. Looking at all of it at once, it is impossible not to admire how the two of them have created a brilliant professional and personal life.

But, what about the future?

“We both intend to stay at Mercedes for a few more years. It's a long-term project, for both of us”, Elisabeth responds. "We renewed our contracts at the beginning of this year, until 2020 at least, then we will remain in the paddock for a few more seasons".

“We're both on the same page in that regard. We both have ambitions and desires in common and we know that, together, we will be able to achieve them”, completes Toto. When asked what those ambitions might be, he smiles. “We want to take Mercedes to the top, make everyone recognize it for the greatness it has. The brand has spent a long time away from Formula 1 and we both want to recover the lost decades. So far, I think we’re succeeding”.

They have more intimate, family-related desires as well. “We want to provide the best environment for them”, Elisabeth says, pointing to one of the photos of her stepchildren. “Have the best experiences and be happy. We make a great effort to have as normal a family life as possible, considering their routine, their mother's and ours. Fortunately, we are also having success”.

However, it is not their only wish. “We're also thinking of expanding the family”, Toto comments quietly, as Elisabeth jabs him with her elbow. Laughing, he explains. “If it were up to me, we'd already have a little boy running around the house, but Liesl is more traditional. First love, then marriage, then the baby”, Toto says, while Elisabeth blushes.

Asked about motherhood, she gives a shy smile. “I have a big family and I already have two nephews, so having kids has always been on my mind. After my stepchildren came into my life, I felt that desire grow even more. But it's not something immediate, especially considering our routine”. “And the fact that we aren’t married”, Toto adds, smiling.

When I ask about the ring on Elisabeth’s finger, she and Toto look at each other with knowing smiles, almost as if they were deciding whether or not to share the news. “Yes, we’ve taken the first step. We are engaged”, Toto finally responds. “Personally, I never imagined that I would be engaged after forty, but life hides some admirable surprises, and one of them was Liesl”.

When I ask her about the proposal, Elisabeth gives me a smile. “It wasn't traditionally romantic, but it was extremely meaningful for both of us”, she says. “I had thought about proposing during the days we spent in Ibiza, but I ended up not getting it. It ended up being here in the penthouse, inside the office, which was still meaningful for us”, Toto says, his thumb stroking the skin of her hand.

They don’t yet have a date or venue in mind, but both of them agree that it will be a small, private affair. “It's something we agreed on regarding the event. No crowds or spotlights. It will be something private, for us to share this moment with the ones we love, nothing more”, Elisabeth explains.

Asked if they feel that is the logical step to be taken in the relationship, Toto is adamant. “Yes. There is no one else I would want to be with in this world”, he replies, before putting his arm around her and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

It is impossible to doubt him.

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lovelytsunoda · 2 years

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that one thing // pierre gasly

summary: they’ve been to hell and back together. a night out in vegas convince pierre to make the biggest, and most important, decision of his life.

pairing: pierre gasly x female wolff!reader

warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of anthoine hubert’s death, mentions of pierre’s red bull demotion and subsequent downward spiral.

author’s note: please how did i not know this photo was a thing :0

it was the spring of twenty eighteen, and pierre gasly was in love.

she showed up three races into the season, appearing one day in the mercedes garage, dark hair tumbling down her back and not a single button on her white petronas polo shirt done up, creating a nice v-neck effect that grabbed the frenchman’s attention immediately.

he couldn’t figure out where she came from, but he knew she had his full attention every second he could manage. when she wasn’t doing social media work, or hanging out with lewis and valtteri, pierre could spot her in the mercedes motorhome, set up nicely in toto wolff’s office with her computer.

it was a race day like no other, and instead of getting ready to go to the starting grid, pierre found his attention wandering away from the toro rosso garage, and over to mercedes, where she was taking pictures with a flashy camera, her airy laughter echoing down the pit lane.

“pierre? pierre, mate!” his teammate, brendan hartley, scolded. “where’s your head at, man?”

pierre didn’t hear a word that the new zealander said, his attention still fixed still on the mercedes garage, and the gorgeous woman in it.

catching his comrades lovestruck gaze, brendan laughed. “crikey mate, do you even know who she is? that’s y/n wolff. toto wolff’s daughter, and literal paddock royalty. if wolff catches you within a twelve foot radius of her, you’re dead.”

y/n wolff. a name of such effortless beauty, in pierre’s mind. death at the hands of the mercedes team principal seemed like a small price to pay for even just a moment in y/n’s company.

“why are valtteri and lewis allowed to hang around her, then?”

“because they’re toto’s drivers and obviously he trusts them more than he trusts you and your bloody reputation.”

fair point, the french driver thought, but im not telling him that.

when y/n laughed again, pierre’s stomach did a backflip. and when she turned around, locking gazes with his, he was a goner. the austrian girl waved, a bright smile on his face as brendan gleefully waved back, pierre still frozen in place as he nervously lifted his arm, waving it back and forth slowly.

from that moment, he knew that y/n wolff was going to be the death of him.

it was a few days later, walking around the paddock after the race, rain absolutely pouring from the sky when he found y/n shivering underneath the awning from the mercedes building, anxiously checking her phone.

“y/n?” he called out, trying to get her attention. “are you okay?”

the austrian shook her head, running her hands up and down her arms to try and warm up. “my dad’s supposed to drive me back, but he got stuck in meetings with the other team principals. horner is giving him shit again over something with the cars. the door’s locked and I can;t get inside and away from this fucking rain because i left my keys in my jacket, which is also inside.”

the frenchman slipped under the awning, slding his arms out of his toro rosso jacket and draping it over y/n’s shoulders. “this should keep you warm. sorry it isn’t dry.”

“that’s fine. you’re pierre gasly, right? brendan’s teammate?”

“the one and only.”

y/n cracked a small grin, extending her hand. “y/n wolff, but i guess you already knew that.”

pierre shook her hand with a smile. “let me give you a ride home. you shouldn’t be standing in the rain by yourself.”

“i’d like that.”

the entire car ride back to the hotel, y/n and pierre shared a mug of hot chocolate and stories about their lives. pierre talked about karting and growing up in france, and y/n told pierre about her college courses in marketing, growing up in austria, moving to england and what it was like to have a man like toto wolff as her father.

pierre hung on to her every word, drawn in to y/n and her bright laugh, her mesmerizing eyes.

he was down so bad and he didn’t even know it yet.

“this is me.” y/n said, pointing at the sign for the hilton as pierre pulled into the parking lot. “thank you, pierre. this has actually been really nice. as you can tell, i don’t really get to know too many other drivers.”

“i should introduce you to some of them. you’d probably really like charles. and maybe daniel, although he can be a little much at first.”

“you’ll have to introduce me when i get a spare moment. between looking out for my dad, social media managing for the team and fucking studying, i don’t really have any time.”

the car was quiet, save for the rain pinging against the windshield. in the halflight, y/n’s lips looked so kissable, and it was all that the toro rosso driver could do to not lean over the seat and kiss her then and there, brendan’s warning about toto’s protective streak ringing in his head.

“so, i’ll see you tomorrow?”

y/n nodded. “see you tomorrow, gasly.”

she still had his jacket, and pierre wasn’t even worried, for it gave him a reason to see y/n wolff again.

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it was the end of the season, and the teams were throwing a party in the paddock, mechanics engineers and drivers mingling under the bright lights while music played in the background.

y/n wolff was standing with lewis, nursing a can of sprite and laughing at something that the brit had said. she was only half paying attention, all of her attention on somebody ese in the paddock.

pierre gasly was at the other end of the central area, head tilted back in laughter as his friend clapped him on the back.

the sight took her breath away.

over the remainder of the season, she and pierre had gotten closer than the austrian had ever expected. pierre would bring her a hot chocolate every morning, ask how her classes were going. he’d invite her out places with the other drivers, make her feel included.

toto knew what was happening, and he warned his daughter every time that the drivers were off limits, and that they would just break her heart one day.

but y/n was never one to follow instructions.

“you’re staring again.”

“fuck me.” y/n swore under her breath, taking another sip of her soft drink. this wasn’t the first time that she had been caught staring at the frenchman. in fact, it had become a regular occurrence.

she was just glad that her father never noticed.

lewis chuckled. “i think you’d rather pierre do that than me.”

“piss off, hamilton.”

the mercedes driver rolled his eyes. “you know, i was talking to brendan the other day, and he said pierre never shuts up about you.”

“yeah, right. and anyways, my father would never approve of me dating a driver. he only warns me about their so-called ways before i leave for every event that anybody has ever invited me to around here.”

“you can’t run from your feelings forever, y/n. pierre could have any girl that he wants, and right now he wants you so badly. you need to do something about it.”

she turned her head, taking another look at the group of younger drivers, a sliver of light bouncing off the cross dangling from pierre’s neck. the frenchman stopped laughing long enough to take his phone out of his pocket before erupting into cheers.

“i got the red bull seat!” pierre shouted, throwing his arms around charles and brendan. “i’m driving for red bull!”

the other boys cheered him on, jumping up and down with their arms around each other, revelling in pierre’s success.

and the forbidden fruit had never looked so much sweeter.

“fuck this.” she said lowly, passing lewis her can of sprite before marching off into the crowd, lewis protesting behind her as she marched up to the french driver.

y/n didn’t even have time to think before she was grabbing pierre by the collar of his shirt and smashing her lips onto his with reckless abandon, soft lips moving in unison as pierre’s warm hands caressed her curves over the fabric of her red dress.

when the pair finally broke apart, they were out of breath.

“congratulations, gasly.” y/n smiled

“are you not worried that your father might see?” pierre grinned slyly. “after al, he did warn you about us drivers.”

“don’t mention my dad when i’m trying to jump your bones.”

“my hotel or yours?”

that night was the beginning of a long seasonal break of sneaking around behind closed doors, flying out to meet each other instead of being at the factory with their teams and using any excuse tey could to meet up with each other.

it was a secret relationship that would have impressed even romeo and juliet, and every day, y/n swore she fell more and more in love with the frenchman, and he would say the same about his feelings for her.

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belgium, twenty-nineteen. y/n was in her father’s office finishing up a term paper on marketing strategies. the last assignment of the year before she would have to fly back to london to sit her final examinations.

her headphones were in, filling her ears with the sounds of the spice girls while her fingers flew across the keyboard when her phone rang, pierre’s face lighting up the screen.

“hey, baby. what’s up?”

she knew from the moment pierre started speaking that something was wrong, his breathing was heavy, his voice strained.

“baby, is everything okay?”

“no.” that was all it took for the french driver to break down. “i lost the red bull seat. horner fired me.”

y/n felt her heart shatter, she knew how hard pierre had been working to keep christian horner’s approval, as well as his spot as max’s teammate.

“can you come over?”

“i’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

when she got to the hotel and found pierre, he was sitting against the headboard with his head in his hands. his body was wracked with silent sobs as y/n sat next to him on the queen sized bed, warpping her arms around his trembling frame before pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“red bull doesn't deserve you. you’re going to stick it to them one way or another.”

“i hope you’re right.”

they stayed like that all night, y/n whispering words of encouragement as pierre clung on to her like his life depended on it.

because he was so sure that it did.

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pierre had done it. his first podium, although it ended up being back at toro rosso, not red bull like he had planned.

y/n watched it happen from the mercedes garage, and while the rest of the team was up in arms about lewis’ grid penalty, y/n was filed with pride for her boyfriend as she looked over at where pierre was celebrating with his team, an ache in her heart at the idea that she couldn't join them without exposing the relationship to her father.

she was walking back to the mercedes hospitality site to grab a coffee for toto when somone tapped her on the shoulder.

danill kvyat was standing behind her, still covered in sweat from teh race as he grinned, passing her a folded sheet of paper.

“loverboy wants to see you.” the russian grinned. “remind me why this is a secret again?”

“because my father would freak out, duh.”

actually, y/n wasn’t super sure of that now. she was certain toto was starting to figure it out, but he was easing up on y/n and her constant outings with pierre and the other drivers.

“he’s going to figure out eventually.”

“i know, dany. just let me enjoy this while i still can. you know, before the shit hits the metaphorical fan.”

“fair enough.”

when the russian driver was gone, y/n unfolded the notecard.

meet me for dinner tonight, and get dressed up. i ordered local, i guess you could call it austrian food although i guess it’s just called food here. can;t wait to see you! i love you, mon amour.

- pierre

a few hours later and y/n is standing outside pierre’s hotel room, a gigantic bouquet of flowers in her arms as she knocks on the door. when the toro rosso driver pulled the door open, he immediately pulled y/n in for a kiss, not caring who else may have been in the hallway to see him kiss toto wolff’s daughter.

“pierre!” y/n scolded gently, guiding the frenchman back into the hotel room, anxiously looking around to see who else was in the hallway. she only exhaled when she realized that nobody associated with formula one in any way shape or form was around to see the kiss.

“mon cher, these flowers are gorgeous, but i have no idea what to do with them.” pierre laughed, taking the massive bouquet from his girlfriend

“please, at least i didn’t get you a massive fucking cake. too short notice.” y/n joked, remembering the cake that pierre has sent her for her college graduation just three months prior. “i lied through my teeth and told my dad that cake was from lewis and valtteri, and im still not sure he believed me. it was an incredible cake, though.”

pierre lead y/n out to the balcony, the cool spielberg breeze dancing over their skin as they sat across from each other at the patio table, hands interlocked as y/n told him how proud she was.

later that night, clothes strewn around the room, duvet cover pushed to the floor and cotton sheets wrapped around their sweaty bodies, y/n and pierre lay silently in the bed, pierre’s lips dancing over y/n’s skin as he pressed gentle kisses to the top of her head, the austrian girl tracing shapes on his sweaty skin, both parties wiped out from their earlier activities.

“anthoine would be so proud of you, pierre. i hope you know that. i bet he was up there with jules, and they were both watching you and charles out there today, giving you and extra little bit of luck.”

pierre paused, holding his lover tighter. “i miss him so much, y/n.”

“i know you do.” y/n said softly, taking his hand in hers. “but he’s always going ot be with you.”

pierre kissed her softly, almost desperately. “somehow you always know what to say. i love you, y/n.”

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fast forward another few years, and toto finally knows. he was never supposed ot know, at least not as soon as he did, but he did accidentally walk in on the two of them making out while pierre’s hand was halfway up toto’s daughter’s shirt, which was not the way he was supposed to find out.

shockingly, toto was far from surprised, revealing that he had suspected for months.

and that valtteri was a snitch, but y/n was willing to forgive and forget.

the duo are in vegas with the other drivers and their girlfriends, ahead of the 2022 season. it was one of daniel’s hair-brained schemes, and there was already a betting pool going on which fools would make the worst life decisions.

there was $100 on nicholas latifi accidentally marrying his teammate alex.

there was almost $1500 on daniel pulling a “the hangover” and getting on the wrong side of some foreign mobster at a craps table and not remembering any of it.

to y/n, that one seemed the most likely.

just for kicks, sebastian vettel had thrown down $50 on lando norris drunkenly attempting to pole dance.

everybody wanted to see that last one. except lando, of course.

the group was drinking in the hotel bar, and pierre was already three beers in, dreamily watching y/n dancing with lily and lusia, alex and lando’s girlfriends.

“you are in love, mate.” daniel laughed, nudging the alphatauri driver in the side.

“no shit, sherlock.” charles leclerc laughed. “he’s been in love since before she made out with him in front of the entire paddock for the first time. actually, since before they even had a conversation!”

“that’s enough, charles.” pierre scolded his best mate.

“dude, it’s been like, five years.” daniel continued. “two of which were in secret. when are you going to ask her?”

marriage. of course, pierre and y/n had had the conversation before, and they both agreed that they wanted it, but they way both of their lives were going, they just couldn't find the time to plan a ceremony, or book a honeymoon. it wasn’t practical.

“it’ll happen when it’s meant to.”

“so when there’s a baby on the way?”

pierre choked on his beer. “what the fuck, daniel?”

“do you want to spend the rest of your life with her or not?”

pierre looked over at y/n again, now back at the long table and laughing with yuki.

“of course i do. i love her, man.”

“then fucking do something about it, gasly.”

pierre got up from the bar and went back to the table, charles and daniel not too far behind as he wrapped his arms around y/n waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“let’s get married.” he said it quickly, frankly, no question, no lead up. “we’ve been thinking abut it for ages, so why don’t we do it tonight, elvis impersonator and all?”

the room went silent, everybody holding thier breaths as they waited for y/n wolff’s answer.

“okay. let’s go get married.”

the table burst out into cheers, a group of girlfriend’s ready to whisk yn off to go dress shopping.

“alright, time to delegate tasks!” daniel declared, rubbing his palms together. “ladies, you will go with y/n and get her ready for the big day. charles, yuki and lewis, you guys are in charge of getting pierre ready. go find him a suit or something. george and alex, you guys call around, find us a wedding chapel with an elvis. this is las vegas, it shouldn’t be that hard.”

lily and lusia were full of giggles and laughter as they guided y/n through the racks of dresses.

“i don;t want anything big or fancy. or traditional. why wear white? let me get something i can wear again.” y/n insisted. “nothing about my relationship with pierre has been traditional, so why should our wedding be anything different.”

“i mean, you’re already getting elvis, what more do you need?” lily joked, reaching for a plastic hangar. “what about this one?”

y/n’s jaw dropped as she ran her fingers over the striking red fabric. “lily, this one is incredible. red always has been pierre’s favourite color on me.”

“oohh, so romantic!” lusia gushed, hands on y/n’s shoulders.

the girls didn’t even bother getting a bag for the dress, walking out of the boutique in the ball gown as they searched for a sephora or something, a place where literally anybody could do y/n’s wedding makeup in under two hours, now that alex had texted lily and told her they found a chapel.

an hour and a half later, makeup done and ready, y/n stopped outside a charity shop.

“babes, what do we still need, and from a pawn shop, no less?” luisa had asked, attempting to keep the crew on track.

“rings. text the guys, find out if pierre remembered rings.”

“according to daniel, who told alex,” lily began “he grabbed one for you, but not one for himself.”

y/n pushed the shop door open. “let’s go find him a ring, then.”

the three girls must have spent what felt like forever poring over the box of pawned rings, and then the box of necklaces that lily insisted on, realizing that the bride’s neck was still bare of any jewlery.

“this is the one.” y/n grinned, picking up the delicate gold band. “look at it, its stunning.”

“and this necklace goes perfect with that dress.” lily smiled, gently putting the gold chain around y/n’s neck, red stones resting comfortably against her skin.

“let’s go get you married.” lusia said, excitment evident in her tone.

“let’d go get me married.’ y/n agreed, equally excited as she linked hands with both girls.

over at the chapel, pierre gasly had never been more nervous in his life. his palms were sweaty, knuckles white from how hard the was clutching the ring box. he popped the small velvet box open again, looking down at the ring. this was it, this was really happening.

“you’re going to be fine, mate.” lewis insisted. “she’s head over heels for you, she’ll be here.”

they were all wearing suits, dressed down slightly due to the circumstances of the wedding, but formal and fancy nonetheless, and largely thanks to lewis’ taste.

“i love her, plain and simple. and i can’t wait to spend the rest of my life at her side.”

“she’s here!” yuki shouted, running down the aisle. “y/n is here!”

everybody scrambled to get in their places, charlotte diving for her phone to play the instrumental to ‘champagne problems’ while y/n walked down the aisle.

pierre was floored. y/n had never looked more stunning, wrapped in layers of delicate red fabric as she walked towards him, lily and luisa in matching champagne colored dresses behind her.

sebastian was hiding behind the altar, phone in hand while he filmed the bride coming down the aisle. he knew that tot would want to see it later, and that the team principal would be pissed that he missed the chance to walk his daughter down the aisle.

y/n walked up the three steps to the altar, neon lights making everything look slightly hazy. the elvis impersonator was wearing pink, and something about that seemed fitting, like the pink vintage cadillac she saw waiting outside.

before pierre could even get a word in, she heard two voice shouting her name. looking past pierre’s shoulder, she saw carlos in the front row, holding pierre’s phone in the direction of the altar, screen facing forward.

daniil kvyat and brendan hartley were on video call, both waving joyfully at the bride and groom, prompting y/n to burst out in a fit of laughter.

“hi!” she said quielty waving frantically at the camera before turning back to pierre.

“hey, gasly.” she said nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“hey, wolff.” the frenchman grinned, leaning forward and quickly kissing her on the forehead. “let’s get married.”

y/n smiled. “let’s get married.”

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the morning after, pierre and y/n gasly would have been content to sleep the morning away in each others arms, but alas, an early morning phone call to pierre just had to get in the way. his phone was ringing constantly, and eventually y/n insisted that her new husband should just answer the damn phone.

still groggy, pierre rolled over and reached for his phone, which was charging on the floor, where he insisted he wouldn’t knock it over in the middle of the night ( logic that y/n never understood ), golden wedding ring glittering on his finger.

“hello?”

“pierre do-you-even-have-a-middle-name gasly!” toto wolff shouted, his voice carrying to where his daughter was still lying in bed, panic crossing her features as she shot upright in bed. “i just got a video from sebastian of you and my daughter getting married at a fucking elivs chapel in las vegas!”

pierre’s eyes were wide with panic as he looked over at y/n, mouthing ‘what do i do?’

“mr. wolff, i can explain-”

“i’m not mad that you got married i knew it was going to happen, but why was i not invited!?”

“it was a spur of the moment thing, mr. wolff, i assure you that we would have invited you if it was planned-”

“yet your former teammates were there via video call!”

pierre didn’t have an answer for that.

“baby, just give me the phone.” y/n said softly, reaching around pierre’s body

“or i could just do this.” pierre answered simply, hanging up the phone and setting it to do not disturb, dropping it back onto the hotel carpet. “now, where were we, mrs. gasly?” he said with a smile, leaning in to kiss his bride.

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