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itsgxsly · 1 year

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back to you | part 2

Pairing: pierre gasly x reader

Summary: You didn't think you could hate the same man you loved. But Pierre had achieved just that, and now he has to do whatever it takes to make you forgive him, and maybe to make you fall in love again.

word count: 1,9k

warnings: none

March 2022, Bahrain

The smell of petrol and rubber and the noise of the Paddock greeted you as soon as you passed through the security at the entrance. The smell that had sometimes been so unpleasant to you at that moment felt like a return home. You had missed the races in the last six months.

A few days after that fateful night that you had preferred to forget, Formula 1 had returned to its heyday after the summer break ended. Originally you had planned to accompany Carlos to some more races, but after what had happened with Pierre, you didn't feel good enough to see him smiling again as if nothing had happened. Your brother, being the overprotective brother that he was, was quick to question you to find out the reason for your sudden change of plan. With no choice but omiting some detail that you were sure he didn't need to know, you told him what had happened after the party until Pierre had left you in the morning.

You swore that if you hadn't made Carlos promise that he wouldn't kill Pierre or cause a scandal, he would have caught a plane to Milan right then and there to assassinate the Frenchman.

For the remainder of the 2021 season, Carlos maintained his formal relationship with Pierre as you had requested, although he was about to drop the formality when he saw the sad look on your face when you saw Pierre again in Abu Dhabi when you went to support the Ferrari guys in the final race.

Now, while you were walking next to your brother and Isa through the Paddock of the Bahrain circuit, you couldn't help but feel that the new season would bring you quite a stir.

In the distance you saw a figure dressed in red waiting in the Ferrari garage. You couldn't help but jump with excitement when you recognized your brother's teammate. In the last few months your friendship with Charles had grown and he had become a close support for you. Apart from the fact that he was going to share a garage with your brother for another year, your relationship with Charles was also related to Pierre, since your brother had not been able to avoid complaining to the Monegasque about what Pierre had done to you and Charles had agreed that you didn't deserve it, even scolding Pierre for it.

"Charles!" You yelled his name as you moved closer to hug him. The Monegasque hugged you back with the same emotion.

"How are you, little Sainz? I have missed you during the holidays” the nickname he had given you came naturally from his lips.

"I'm sorry I didn't text you, I needed some time with the family" and far from everything that reminds you of Pierre, you thought, although you didn't even need to say it out loud.

"Don't worry"

Your conversation was interrupted by another voice with a strong Spanish accent.

"We haven't even started the season and you already have a preference for my sister over your teammate" Carlos spoke while he put a hand to his heart dramatizing.

Both boys in red greeted each other and the conversation continued. At one point, you noticed Charles move a little closer to you while you were talking, but you didn't give it any importance. Clearly, you had not noticed the French driver who was watching you intently from the other side of the Paddock. Charles knew his friend and knew that under the look of indifference, that gesture had made him jealous. Honestly, Charles wouldn't say that he was looking for any relationship with you, but he had no problem getting a little closer to the beautiful girl to make his friend a little jealous.

A while later, the boys had to go off for their pre-race routines. You and Isa placed yourself in the hospitality of Ferrari after wishing them good luck, ready for whatever happened.

Although none expected the wonderful end of the first weekend of the new season.

A Ferrari double podium. Charles winning and Carlos following him in second place.

You and Isa ran to the fence with the rest of the Ferrari mechanics to wait for the boys to get out of the car to congratulate them. The first one you hugged was your brother, shouting into his ear in Spanish how proud you were of him. Then came Charles, who you had to shake a couple of times to convince him that he had won before hugging him.

You could see from below the two boys in red receiving their respective awards and celebrating with the champagne, but when you got distracted for a second from all the hubbub, your eyes met a pair of blue eyes that had been haunting you for a few months. You looked away quickly, but you couldn't help the strange feeling in your chest when you saw Pierre again after so long.

On the other hand, Pierre also couldn't help the feeling in his body seeing you there. Even though he had checked your social media a couple of times during the break to see you, nothing compared to seeing you again in person. The feeling in his body turned to annoyance as you looked away from him to look at Charles, who was already preparing to step down from the podium. He had no right to be jealous because it was his fault that you walked away, but he couldn't help it.

He needed to talk to you.

And his moment came from him when he saw you alone waiting alone in the Ferrari garage.

You were waiting for Carlos and Isa so that you could return to the hotel and prepare for the party that would be held in honor of the winners. Suddenly, you noticed taps on your shoulder that made you turn a little scared for having been distracted. Your fear turned into pure annoyance when you saw who was in front of you.

"I'm sorry to scare you" it was the first time you heard him speak again since that party.

"What are you doing here, Pierre?" you didn't hide your dislike for him in the tone of your voice. And clearly he noticed.

"I just wanted to stop by and say hello, I haven't seen you here for a while" I try to sound casual.

It seemed unbelievable to you that he was acting as if nothing had happened. Not even an apology. He was talking to you like it wasn't his fault that you hadn't been in a race since last year.

"is seriously?" you wanted to end the conversation right now, but the anger won you.

"What?" Pierre knew you were angry, but at that moment the image of you talking to Charles came back to his mind, so he preferred to play crazy and tighten your temper.

"What? Is that what you have to say? You left me stranded, gilipollas. And you didn't even bother to apologize. Why the fuck are you approaching me now? Is it funny or something?" even though you wanted to cry, it felt good to throw everything you thought into his face.

“y/n…” Pierre couldn't finish the sentence before being interrupted.

"Everything is alright?" You sighed gratefully to heaven when you heard Charles's voice behind you.

The Monegasque had noticed that something was wrong the second he saw you with Pierre.

"Yes, we were just talking" you answered for both of us, although Pierre still didn't want to end the conversation, but he knew he couldn't say anything more when he saw you approach Charles almost as if seeking comfort from him. It made him feel bad about himself, made him want to be the one you sought comfort from.

“Well, I'm glad you guys are catching up, but Carlos is looking for you, y/n” With that, you set off to find your brother with Charles by your side.

"Bye mate, see you later" Charles said to Pierre, who only nodded curtly.

And actually, you met again later.

You felt like you had gone back to those summer break parties the year before while you were dancing in the club.

It was full of team members and almost all the drivers celebrating the start of the season. You had drunk a few drinks and were going for another one when a hand on your waist caught your attention.

"Hi, little Sainz!" Charles's scream made you laugh.

"Hi, Charles" you greeted him moving closer to him to speak.

“You know, I was coming to talk to you, but now I have a much better idea. Don't turn around, but Pierre is looking at me as if he wanted to sink me underground” you didn't pay much attention to him and you turned secretly, only to see Pierre's gaze already fixed on you.

"Do you want to tease him a bit?" Charles's playful smile was enough to convince you.

"Lead the way, Leclerc" you smiled at him the same.

Charles dragged you to the dance floor and brought your body closer to his holding you by the waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you began to move in tandem. You were having too much fun with Charles, but your head couldn't stop you from turning slightly to see if Pierre was watching. And of course he was. The deep look he was giving you almost gave you chills.

Maybe it was the alcohol again that led you to separate from Charles apologizing about going to the bathroom.

You knew that the Frenchman was following you and you confirmed your suspicion when someone grabbed your arm and took you to a fairly secluded area.

“Are you having a good time, mon ange?” His sarcastic tone and his voice so close to you made you shudder slightly.

"Very good. Until you interrupted me. If you don't mind, I'd like to get back together with Charles” You knew you were playing with fire by making him jealous, but alcohol made you a little braver and he deserved it.

"Mon ange, you and I know that you are not interested in him" his French accent sounded arrogant.

“You are the one that doesn't interest me, Gasly. So get lost” you tried to walk past him to leave, but he grabbed your arm again and this time he brought you closer to him preventing you from moving. The sudden closeness left you momentarily speechless.

“I don't care if you go back to him right now. Because I promise you that before the summer break you will return to me, amour. I don't care if I have to drag myself through it”his words were a mixture between an affirmation and a plea.

“Sounds like a challenge, Gasly. You seem very sure of yourself” you laughed at him.

“It is not a challenge, it is a promise. So get used to the idea that you're not going to get rid of me anytime soon. I'm going to get you to forgive me” Pierre was too drunk and it had given him the courage to say all this and leave his pride behind him.

"I can't wait to see you try it, Pierre" and after pronouncing his name a few inches from him, you walked away again back to the club.

Pierre couldn't wait for you to say his name like that again. And he was going to have to work hard to get it.

#formula 1 #f1 weekend #f1 fandom #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly imagine #pierre #gasly #pierre gasly #pierre gasly x y/n #pierre gasly x you #pierre gasly x oc #pierre gasly inspo #pierre gasly angst #pierre gasly fic #charles leclerc x reader #fanfic #carlos sainz #charles leclerc

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drspleenmeister · 7 months

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Don’t mind me, just raiding my picture folder to inspire some Engineer!Carlos fanfic - @f1amboyant @7msc you know I’m looking at you!

#carlos sainz #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #fanfic ideas #fanfic inspo #charlos #Ferrari’s best strategist

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ghostwnby · 2 months

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Alright lads, for the first time in almost 2 months I have some free time and I'm in the mood to write some short scenarios so if you would like, send me an ask with an idea 🤭🤭

Just a quick heads up:

I'm mainly in the mood to write:

- Sewis

- Charlos

- Strollonso

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bloomingpresent · 6 months

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Babes!!!

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#adam driver #Charles leclerc #Carlos sainz #ferrari #Ferron Ross inspo #f1 #formula 1

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laeana · 2 years

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omg can we please have more king lando and navy captain carlos as husbands adventures? ❤️

Hi anon! You know, I actually kinda wanted to write more about it (just like I wanted to write more about most of the stories in there, I mean so much prompts, so much possibilities), I just kinda gave up the idea when I saw no comment on it, which, I’ll admit, murdered my excitement? desire for it? Mmh, I still have a few idea so I’ll expose them to you if you don’t mind staying with me a bit longer 😊

It’s about this short story in my prompts collection named One Hundred Wishes.

First of all, I think it’ll deserve a bigger part on the past and what happened then, the heartbreak Lando lived through, growing up with a brother that didn’t like him and with a forever crush on his childhood friend who was definitely more of a childhood friend of his brother and in love with his brother. In the story, I mentioned the fact that Lando took after Charles when he left and ended as a king, but if I had to write about it, it’ll be like this; secretly, Lando always wished for Charles to disappear, because he had everything he wanted at that time, and that’s why he always made sure to work twice as hard, to learn everything double, until his head was hurting, to learn good etiquette and sword until his fingers were aching. He wanted to be king, because he thought that could be the only way he would find happiness and a way out of his misery and loneliness, maybe if he was king then he would be worthy of Carlos’ attention, of Charles’ acknowledgement. It was the only way for him to actually hold onto something, to have a goal.

Lando didn’t even bother trying to hang out with his brother by now. He knew what he always knew deep down, he was a third wheel. He had no place between Charles and Carlos, he wasn’t important enough. Charles didn’t even like him and Carlos probably only bore him, because it was his duty as a trained guard. It was the most painful realization of his life, all of a sudden; the only two people he held close in his life didn’t care about him. Lando fell asleep crying that night and woke up with bitterness on his tongue, his whole being carrying a loneliness a kid should never have learned. His broken heart would now be his strongest weapon and source of will. Maybe, maybe there could be some worth left in him. Maybe if he became useful then he would be able to hang out with his brother and his friend once again and not out of pity. Knowledge poured into his mind and slowly wrapped itself around his wounded feelings, a real snake, but what seemed like venom was rather the truth. Playing the model prince would not grant his wish.

Then I would probably focus on the scene about Charles running away. The way he would have planned it, at first walking slowly toward his coronation, before deciding against at the very last minute (he fled two days before it happened). The chaos in the kingdom when they learned about those events, Lando would be of stone at first, unable to react, to think, because it’s so unthinkable for him that Charles would be irresponsible like this and would leave his whole kingdom and his beloved behind. Then a bit of rejoicing because it’s finally happening, he’s finally gone, and Lando feels relief before he gets his hands on Carlos who has literally being destroyed by Charles’ departure, losing all meaning to his life, and there it’s a hard landing for Lando that learns with bitterness that he’s truly not enough.

No euphoria of his departure could actually mask the price that had been paid, that’s what Lando couldn’t help thinking as he sat at Carlos’ bedside. The guard had been devastated when he heard the news and some servants told him he spent days looking for Charles everywhere, persuaded he wouldn’t have left without him. Lando found him wandering in the gardens, looking like a shell of himself, barely able to walk anymore, for the price of the exhaustion of having walked three days straights without drinking, eating or sleeping, being too heavy even on his strong shoulders. Lando tenderly pushed away some strands of hair from his sweaty forehead, biting his lips to contain his tears. He had to be stronger than this, strong enough for two. He just felt irritated and tired. It was so unfair, why could he only have Charles’ leftovers? A bigger emotion took him to the throat. How could he do this ? If Charles loved Carlos even only a dozen from what Lando felt, how could he leave him behind ? Lando was truly helpless. A broken heart. He was living for years with a broken heart, he wasn’t entitled to even think of a way to heal it.

There would also be a part about Lando actually trying to help Carlos to feel better. I can imagine him trying a lot of different aspects, because he knows Carlos very well, he’s in the end as much of a childhood friend than Charles is, except that he spent more time observing Carlos and trying to catch hold of his preferences and of his likes and dislikes. It would take a lot of time for him to manage to make Carlos smile and bring some life back into him, but it would definitely be his main objective now that he is king. The moment that would make the scale tip in his favor would be when Lando decides to get Carlos in the navy, first to learn and then as the royal commander of it. In brief, Carlos has been reassigned to Lando as his personal guard after Charles left, since his mission was to protect the royal heir or the king when he would become it. Lando decides to free Carlos of his oath to put him where he should be, to his eyes.

“I’m home, your majesty.” Carlos announced as he knelt in front of the throne, taking his head to kiss the back of it. Lando smiled a little, pleased by his return. He didn’t want to admit but it felt lonely without him and he was always waiting for him to be back. It also seemed nice to him as a daily life, to think Carlos would always return to him, would never leave. Probably naive, but really nice. “Good. Was your expedition successful ?” He dismissed all other people in his throne room, who anyway used to his demand, have already made their way toward the exit. He watched with wonder Carlos’ eyes lighten up. He had doubts at first, he didn’t know if letting him sail was a good idea; after all it would remind him of Charles, but in the end Carlos really did love, no, adore it. “And then, Dan laughed it off but- oh I’m sorry, your majesty, am I talking too much for your liking?” Lando realized with displeasure he missed most of his story, fixated on his own thoughts. He blinked, apprehension now fully sat on Carlos’ features, and he blurted out, “I want to make you captain.” It wasn’t supposed to be like this. God, all of those courses of good etiquette, of strategy, to get distracted in a simple conversation like this. What a helpless idiot he was. “W-What- L-Lando ... your majesty-” “We’re alone, could you quit calling me that ?” Lando got up, laid his crown on his throne and started to pace, unable to calm himself down. “I won’t do it if you don’t want to, Carlos. I just thought ... you deserved this position more than anyone else.” He gulped, he couldn’t even look his friend in the eyes. He was terrified, he was still in love. Even after all of those years, it was terrible. He almost pulled back when he felt a hand on his. “I’d love to.” Carlos said with a soft smile. “But I do not think I’m qualified for it. Others would deserve the captain title more than I do.” Lando felt indignation raise in his throat, he barely contained it. “That’s not true.” As he said those words, Carlos’ eyes lit with interest and something deeper he couldn’t read. “Have you seen how quickly you adapted to your new functions ? You have talent and you were made to sail, Carlos. You will be captain of the royal navy. I have no other request, than for you to always make it home, no matter how far you go.” It was some risky words. Calling this kingdom, this castle, himself, home. Yet, Carlos only smiled and grabbed his hand to kiss its back, once again. “I’ll sure do, Lando.”

There would be the part about Lando sending the ring to Carlos I think. It has been a terrifying choice for him to make. It was finally admitting that he really felt this love all along but also making Carlos realize that he loved him. He didn’t want Carlos to accept his proposal out of pity, he felt like it was a dead end, he regretted his gesture as soon as it was made. Then Charles appears and turns things upside down. After, Charles is gone, Lando and Carlos try to spend time together, but it’s a bit uncertain, precarious. Charles’ appearance really damaged Lando’s confidence and Carlos realizes it quickly enough. It’s his turn to make amends and to try to convince Lando of his will, of his love. It would probably be something along the lines, them having sex for the first time together, Carlos introducing Lando to his friends, them doing some ‘ordinary activities’ like horse ride in the kingdom or getting him on his ship to sail for the first time of his life.

Lando never had been attracted by the sea. It scared him, the way it seemed infinite, the way some people never came back from it, like his parents. It was probably why Charles had sought the seas so much, finding shelter in their mysteries and the promise to escape his destiny. Lando laid a shaky hand on the wooden edge of the ship, as Carlos started to give orders to his men. He was really, really handsome. The sun seemed to caress his skin, in the light, his eyes looked like gold. He tightened his hold on the edge as they left the land. All of a sudden, he wasn’t sure of his choice. He had accepted Carlos’ proposal on a whim, he wanted to know more about this side of Carlos after all. “Are you okay, mi vida ?” Carlos asked, tender, an arm around his waist. He nodded hastingly, unable to form a correct answer. But as another wave hit the ship, throwing them off balance, he drew in a sharp breath, closing his eyes to tame his anxiety. Carlos sighed softly to his ear and Lando felt crushed. What if he was disappointing him by acting this way. He didn’t know what to do anymore. Carlos helped him to stand patiently, “Open you eyes for me, corazón, I’m with you, you have nothing to fear. I promise it’s a nice view.” Lando bit his lips but slowly pushed himself to open his eyes. Blinking, he focused on what he had in front of him. A blue deep sea. All around them. Ever changing, constantly in movement, sparkling as the sun was to be reflected on it. He stood for a moment, dazzled, mesmerized. “It’s beautiful isn’t it. I know why you fear it, my king, but I swear to you I’ll always make sure to come home to you. I’ll bring you the treasures of the seven seas only for you to be able to hold them in your palms.” Lando turns around and lays his hands on Carlos shoulders, nearing his neck. He looks him in the eyes, his now lover, his broken heart, his knight. “I don’t care for those treasures. You’re the greatest treasure I could have ever found.”

Of course we have a wedding. I’m thinking some extra scenes as Lando meeting other kings and participating to balls, Carlos being jealous when he sees him dance with someone else and interrupting the moment just at the right time for it not to be a diplomatic incident but still giving off rude and possessive vibes a bit. Also, Lando being poisoned at some point and Carlos sailing to look for the antidote and maybeeee having to team with Charles to find the flower that is the antidote? That could make a great plot. Carlos being wounded during one of his trip could happen. I’ve been extra careful on how I was using the different characters because there could be much more roles to attribute, may it be royalty, Carlos’ crew and Charles’, but as for Charles, I put some clues as for one of them. Pierre is indeed part of Charles’ crew and they have a complicated relationship, as they slept together and Charles told his story for Pierre, the fact half of his heart stayed with Carlos, while Pierre was in love with Charles. They met at the very beginning of Charles’ escape and Pierre was actually the one to give him a chance. They sailed together in a small crew, gathering informations and money, until it was their turn to find (steal) a ship and find their own crew. Pierre was against sailing so close from Charles’ kingdom but Charles was obsessed with it and he pulled out his best arguments to convince the rest of their crew (none of them knew about Charles history). Well, this expedition went to hell and it’s easy to see.

They had sailed in the morning, empty handed or almost. They at least found some food and a new compass, but the mood was bad. Charles knew it was his own fault. Pierre had barely said anything to him since he had made his way back on the ship. Charles felt heartbroken and, at the same time, it didn’t hurt as much as he thought it would. Maybe it was the weight of the years between them, he couldn’t believe Carlos had chosen to be with Lando. “You don’t understand, Charles, but I don’t think I owe you any explanation. You left, how could you expect things to stay the way they were ? Lando deserves me more than you do, and I love him more than I love you.” That was what Carlos had told him. Ouch. This had been a hard blow but he couldn’t do anything to fix the past. But the present ... “I think I owe you all an explanation.” He said after gathering his crew on the deck of his ship. “I was meant to be the king of this kingdom, but I always wanted to sail seas, so I ran away. I’m sorry about what happened, I put all of us at risk because of my selfishness. I hope you can forgive me.” His declaration was welcomed with a lot of different reaction. Some were shocked, others were smug, while some still looked annoyed. Charles raised his eyes just in time to see Pierre entering the cabin. He went after him immediately. As he closed the door, he found his lover examining some maps. “Pierre ...” “Don’t. Don’t you dare saying anything. You think I’m an idiot ? I warned you, I told you it would be dangerous and risky, and yet you didn’t listen to a word I said! You ran straight toward danger, it’s against everything we promised each other, you threw it all to the bin like it meant nothing to you !” “I’m sorry, okay, I’m sorry, Pierre! I needed to do it, I needed to put an end to my past, I-” “You wanted him to sail with us.” And Pierre spat this as if it was some venom. “You kissed him desperately, do you think I wouldn’t hear the two of you ? How would it have worked, huh ? Would you have tried to do both of us ? Would you have finally made a choice in your freaking life ? Was I just a replacement and meant to disappear as soon he would have accepted to sail with you ?” Charles couldn’t find the right words. His voice was weak in his throat, his hands shaking. “I was stupid to think I’d ever be enough for you. I should have left the moment you told me your story. Now leave my cabin, please, if you have some decency left...” “You never were a replacement! You always have been something different, Pierre, please. I was desperate, I was stupid, but you’re my present and he’s my past. Yes, part of my heart stayed with him, stayed in this kingdom, but the rest of it is all yours, I ... we started our adventure together, I don’t want it to end, please, don’t leave, I ...” Pierre sighed deeply. Charles tried to wipe his tears with his sleeve. It was humiliating, but it was his fault, he knew that. What a crybaby he was. Sometimes, he felt like he was braver when he fled his kingdom than he is today. He didn’t want to lose Pierre like this. Maybe that was the part of being a heir that never quite left him, he was never satisfied of what he had. Pierre got up. That was it, he was leaving the room. Charles had fucked up beyond repair. He bit his lips, riveted his eyes to the ground, and felt surprise wash over him as Pierre embraced him. “How could I leave this ship, you silly, you wouldn’t know how to navigate without me.” It should have stinged his pride. It didn’t, though. Charles was just relieved.

Well, that’s all for me I guess ? It’s a lot of ideas stocked in my head (as always) and I wanted very much to answer to your ask anon since you had the kindness to come to me. Thank you ! 🥰

#f1 fandom #f1 #writing #fanfiction #ao3 #lando norris #carlos sainz junior #carlando #charles leclerc #pierre gasly #piarles #royalty au #prompt collection #anon ask #lovely people #writing inspo #snippet

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marlenesluv · 7 months

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Keep It Private. Part 2. (DR)

summary: just some more of you and daniel not being able to keep it in your pants on instagram

warnings: suggestive content

note: i wasn’t gonna make a part 2, but my posts have been getting a lot of love (thank you sm) and you guys seemed to rly like this one! <3 (still trying to reply to comments, but j know i see them all!)

masterlist here -> masterlist link

^ check my list for part 1! ^

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danielricciardo: big win today in the australian grand prix race. thank you to my team, my fans, my friends, family, and pit crew. but i couldn’t have done it without my wife @y/n.ricciardo. i will be giving you so many orgasms later, and many reasons to have you not stand straight. i love you, my lucky charm❤️

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oscarpiastri: omg daniel, seriously?

|> danielricciardo: yeah😊

f1fanpage: do i say that they are cute? or disgusting for the pda?….

wagsoff1: congratulations, daniel!!

|> y/nanddanfp: you’re skipping over the whole last part…?

|> wagsoff1: trying to pretend i didn’t read it

maxverstappen1: congratulations, daniel!!

|> danielricciardo: thank you! 😁

y/n.ricciardo: daniel omg my mom follows you now😳

|> danielricciardo: i blocked her, she follows my family one though. its okay😊

|> y/n.ricciardo: oh okay. i love youuu

|> danielricciardo: i love you tooo❤️

|> landonorris: it’s almost like you guys don’t have messages to say this to each other?

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y/n.ricciardo: workout or workout..?🤭

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francisca.cgomes: you look stunning!💓🫶

|> y/n.ricciardo: thank you kika🥹🫶

f1wags: GOOD LORD THE CAPTION Y/N

danielricciardo: i prefer the second one

|> y/n.ricciardo: what a coincidence! me too!!

|> danielricciardo: im coming home so we can workout rn

|> y/n.ricciardo: YAY

f1updates: you GUYS😳

georgerussell63: the only couple i know without a filter

|> carmenmmundt: they make it work, they’re hot

|> y/n.ricciardo: ily carmen

|> carmenmmundt: ily too babe

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Daniels BeReal (friends/grid only):

Caption: How mad would she be if i ate her out even tho she’s working?

Reactions:

Comments:

Lando Norris -> dude….

Charles Leclerc -> on the plane??

|> Daniel Ricciardo -> yeah? so?

|> Charles Leclerc -> seems a bit unsanitary

Carlos Sainz -> what the fuck

Pierre Gasly -> get it, daniel!

|> Daniel Ricciardo -> pierreeeeee

Max Verstappen -> i’m not sure what to say.

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y/n.ricciardo: congratulations, baby. p1 in australia, our beautiful home country. couldn’t have asked for a better way to celebrate your win ❤️

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lilymhe: such an adorable couple, congrats daniel!

|> pierregasly: congratulations, daniel !!!

|> danielricciardo: thank you lily, and thank you pierre! congrats on p2 my man

|> pierregasly: YEAHHHH thanks daniel 🙏

f1wags: my couple goals and inspo

danielricciardo: the real win was making you my wife ❤️

|> y/n.ricciardo: damn straight it was

|> danielricciardo: excuse me? you’re gonna regret that miss

|> y/n.ricciardo: WAIT JK JK

|> danielricciardo: mhmm

formula1updates: congratulations on p1, daniel!!!

y/n.fans: parents are slaying tonight

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danielricciardo: happy anniversary to the love of my life, my partner, and my favorite person in the world. i don’t know how i would live without you. i love you, and i cant wait to spend the rest of our lives together❤️

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charles_leclerc: happy anniversary, guys!

|> danielricciardo: thank you, charles!

fanpage.f1: awwwww, happy anniversary🥹

landonorris: happy anniversary, mom and dad☺️

|> y/n.ricciardo: lando🙃🙃

|> danielricciardo: don’t give her baby fever

|> y/n.ricciardo: too late

|> danielricciardo: wanna make one?

*liked by y/n.ricciardo*

georgerussell63: happy anniversary, you two!

|> danielricciardo: thank you!

f1fan: i cant believe you guys have been together for four years already

|> wagsof.f1: four married and eight total with their dating 🥹🥹

y/n.ricciardo: i love you so much❤️❤️

|> danielricciardo: i love you so much too❤️❤️

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y/n.ricciardo: four years ago, you proposed to me while we were at dinner with your friends…translation: four years ago, you made me the happiest, luckiest, and the most loved person in the universe. i cant believe that i’m able to say you’re mine. and now i present my lockscreen for these past four years. i love you more than words can explain, my love❤️

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pierregasly: i remember that

|> maxverstappen1: yeah, never thought he would propose

|> carlossainz55: it did take him a while

y/nsfans: the lockscreen picture🥹 we finally know what it is. i can now live in peace

wagsf1: you guys don’t get it, im obsessed with this couple

lilymhe: congratulations!! you guys are perfect for each other💓

|> y/n.ricciardo: thank you, lily🥹💓

danielricciardo: i love you so much, thank you for sticking by my side

|> y/n.ricciardo: 🥹🥹🥹

|> danielricciardo: don’t cry, we haven’t had sex yet you can’t cry

|> oscarpiastri: they can’t even stop on anniversary pictures

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big jet plane- oneshot

a/n: i'm alive.... trust... song inspo here

-> carlos sainz x fem!reader, no physical descriptions of reader

warnings: i'm a time traveller, puking, inaccurate portrayal of appendicitis

word count: 1,640 words

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2024 is a tense year.

For you, mostly.

Carlos is out of a seat for the 2025 season.

Although you know he'll probably be fine in the end. He has the skill, speed, talent and intelligence for any team to be on their knees to be signing him. Any team would be lucky to have him, and it would be simply illogical for Carlos to be out of a drive next year.

Yet, much to your dismay, you're not a team principal, and you're not really in charge of those things.

"Y/N." Carlos sighs, not in frustration, but more with a sense of concern. "Hm?" You hum absentmindedly, pushing at your food with your fork. "What's wrong?" He moves from his place from across the table to the empty seat next to yours. When he settles down on the seat, you simply rest your head on his shoulder, "you can tell me, you know?" You simply nod in agreement, thinking of the words you aren't quite able to say. "I'm just..." You suck a breath of air through your teeth, "frustrated. I can't believe they just...." "I know," He runs your fingers through your hair in a soothing manner, "but there's nothing you could've done about it, amor. Neither could I." You don't respond, but you wrap your arms around his waist and sink further into caress.

Of course, you trust his word.

You're over the moon when he scores a podium upon the first race of the season.

That joy doesn't last long, though.

You're worried sick when he spend half the next week bent over the toilet spewing out whatever had gone in.

You feel helpless.

All you can do is sit next to him and rub his back in soothing circles as he continues to spill his sick into the toilet bowl for the millionth time of the day.

He looks pale and frail as he lies asleep underneath the sheets.

In hopes of making him feel better, you wipe a damp towel all over his face, but much to your dismay, his face feels hot and burning under your touch.

"Carlos," You whisper, hoping to wake him up gently. He cracks his eyes open, just slightly, "can you open up for me?" He opens his mouth, just enough for you to slot in a thermometer. The display of the device blinks an angry bright red as it read 39.9°C. "I'm going to call your doctor, okay?" You ask him, running a hand through his hair and stroking his cheek under your thumb. He simply leans into your touch and gives you a faint nod. "What day is it?" He rasps, voice sounding hoarse and exhausted. "It's Thursday baby, why?" You scoot closer to him, running your fingers through his hair to brush his scalp in a way that you know he'd love. "Fuck," he groans, "what if I'm not well in time for the race?" "Let's not be so hasty, okay?" You reassure him, "let's see what the doctor says. I'll get him to come over here." He simply nods and shuts his eyes to get some rest.

"Doctor, do you know what's happening?" You ask the man as he walks out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind him as Carlos slept, albeit restlessly. "I can't say for sure," the doctor replied, walking to the exit for the door, "it could just be a bug. I'd suggest that you just wait it out for the time being." "Alright. Thank you for your help." You give him a tightlipped smile as he waves goodbye and gets into his car.

You spend the entirety of the flight to Saudi Arabia observing Carlos anxiously, holding his hands in yours and soothingly running your thumbs over the back of his hands. Perhaps his nausea had settled down slightly, but his skin seemed clammy, and he had been having hot and cold flashes which made it nearly impossible to get a good night's sleep. How was he meant to race in these conditions?

Just before he got into the car for FP1, you pull him aside into his driver's room for just a moment. He simply pulls you into his arms as you bury your face into his neck. You pull away, but still keep both your hands on his face. "Carlos," You start, caressing his face underneath your fingertips, "I don't want you to push yourself if you feel like you can't do it, okay?" He simply nods in response, but that's not enough for you, "I want to hear you say it." "I'll stop if I can't do it, I promise." He reassures you, and leaves to race with a kiss on your cheek.

Your foot is tapping anxiously on the floor of the Ferrari garage for the entire hour of FP1. "Are you okay?" Alex asks halfway through the session, a concerned look gracing her face. "Yeah, yeah," You say dismissively, "it's just that Carlos isn't feeling that well. I just don't want him to overdo it." She simply nods in understanding.

When Carlos finally gets out of the car, he looks pale and stressed. "Are you ok?" You ask him, inspecting him from head to toe. "I think I need to sit down." You nod, and quickly guide him to his driver's room. You hand him a cup of cold water which he eagerly gulps down. Although he says that he's fine, you don't buy it. He doesn't seem mildly alright, so you leave the room with the excuse of using the restroom, but you go get the team's doctor instead.

Unlike the family doctor which you had called over to the house, this one seemed far more thorough. "I think you should go to the hospital." He tells you and Carlos, speaking in English so that you could understand too. "What?" You exclaim, eyebrows furrowing with confusion, "But why? The other doctor said that he would be fine." "Perhaps his symptom weren't as apparent then, but based off what you've described to me, I think that he might have appendicitis. I don't have the proper equipment now, of course, but I'll make arrangements for you to go to the hospital. I suggest you get your things packed." The doctor gave the two of you a curt nod before leaving the room. "C'mon, why don't you change into something more comfortable?" Out of your travel bag, you hand him a t-shirt and sweatpants. You help him into his clothes as you help him into his change. You pack up all of your personal belongings as the two of you are led outside into a van which is meant to bring you to the hospital.

When you arrive there, a doctor gives Carlos an ultrasound, where he's formally diagnosed with appendicitis. "It's a minor surgery, and it should be done within a few hours. The recovery should be a week or two." the doctor informs you as he begins to instruct the nurses to prep him for surgery. You nod, simply unable to speak. How could you have failed to notice something so big?

Once he's out of surgery, you've called his dad, who was in town for the race. You sit by his side, holding his hand as he slowly awakes from the anastasia from the surgery.

"Cariño," he rasps, "how long has it been?" "Few hours." You hum, pouring him a glass of water. "Hijo." Carlos Sr materialises from the bathroom, rushing in to check on his son. "Papá." Carlos greets. "Are you feeling okay?" His dad asks, taking a seat on the other side of his bed. "Been better, been worse." Carlos shrugs, wincing at the movement. You place a hand on his shoulder, halting his movements. "The doctor told you not to move too much." You whisper, keeping your voice soft. "The doctor told you to tell me that." Carlos retorts. It's amazing how he's still so witty despite his weakened state.

The next day, you and Carlos are on a plane back to Madrid to rest. He spends most of the trip resting. You're glad, though. His bout of illness had brought him weeks' worth of exhaustion and tiredness.

For the next two weeks, the two of you are in your own sort of comfortable bubble.

Ollie would drive in place of Carlos, so that wasn't something for him to stress about.

The two of you would have slow mornings, breakfasts' in bed, and walks around the estate to hopefully rebuild his flexibility for movement before Melbourne.

Mornings are filled with gentle, adored kisses and peaceful naps and simply... repeat.

His physio recommends swimming as part of his recovery too, so the two of you spend a copious amount of time basking under the Spanish sun and spacious swimming pool.

He's all back to good by the time Australia comes around.

You accompany to the race, and admittedly, you still baby him a little, but just a little bit.

"Remember, don't push yourself, okay?" You remind him, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek before he gets into the car for qualifying. He simply gives you a knowing smile and gives you a warm hug.

You're beyond amazed at the fact that he's going to start at P2. Even more shocked that he almost starts on pole. And you're beyond overjoyed to see that he seems as fit as a fiddle when he gets out of the car.

On race day, you're stunned that Max's car malfunctions. But your worry for a friend quickly turns to an ecstatic buzz that runs through your body when he takes the lead of the race.

When he wins, you're standing front row, cheering him on as he approaches the Ferrari crowd and takes your lips into a sweeping kiss in front of the roaring mob.

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