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disneyprincemuke · 3 months

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episode 1: old scars and future hearts [fast times and fast nights]

featured: kelly piquet, max verstappen, daniil kvyat, jupiter nightshade, venus nightshade, roxanne castle, fernando alonso

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kelly piquet and max verstappen? no, there was a time — for several years — that it was kelly piquet and daniil kvyat. while they were never on the grid simultaneously, they were always together, be it when daniil was in the toro rosso or red bull, or kelly when she was in the williams or the red bull. it came as a shock to everyone when they announced their split. because, well, they have a kid: a bright, beautiful and sweet girl named penelope. what business did max verstappen have being involved with red bull driver, kelly piquet, right after the end of that relationship?

kelly piquet (red bull driver): daniil and i split a very long time ago. we are doing great at co-parenting penelope. she understands that we no longer live in the same house. she has handled it very well up to now, even with the addition of max into our little family. it should be a good sign, but it's kind of worrying, realistically.

→ daniil’s apartment, january 2024

penelope lies across the sofa with her head on daniil's lap as they watch the program on the television screen. penelope lifts her head and turns to lie on her stomach, resting her cheek on his clothed lap and looks up at him.

"are you coming with mummy and me to bahrain?"

"aw, p," daniil sighs, brushing away the hair that's fallen on her face. "you know i don't work in formula 1 anymore, right? i race other cars now."

"yeah," penelope sighs. "but you used to come with me to mummy's races."

"uncle max will take you with him," daniil laughs. it's funny because they'd just had this same conversation last night right before she fell asleep. perhaps it was the sleepiness taking over her and now she doesn't remember the conversation ever happening?

or maybe she's asking one more time for good measure.

penelope purses her lips and raises an eyebrow. "uncle max isn't my new daddy, is he?"

"do you not like him? i thought mummy said you were getting along well?"

"i do." she scrambles to sit up and sighs, throwing her head back. "what am i going to do while mummy is racing? what if i get bored? there's no one to play with!"

"silly!" daniil laughs, hands grabbing her stomach to tickle her. penelope shrieks, shrivelling up into a ball as she tries to fight his hands. "uncle max will be with you!”

max verstappen (head of rbr advertising, kelly piquet’s boyfriend): the goal isn’t to be her dad. she already has one, so that’s not what i’m here for. but we do get along well! she’s a very lovely kid.

daniil kvyat: p always talks about max and how much fun he is. she’s always liked him in the red bull garage, so there’s no hard feelings there.

→ max’s condo complex, january 2024

“maxie!” penelope shrieks, throwing her arms around max’s legs.

“oh, hey, mate,” daniil greets him with a handshake and a hug. “how’s everything been?”

max smiles. “pretty good!” he looks down at penelope. “did you have fun at your dad’s, p?”

penelope nods before running into his apartment. “yeah! we went to the water park!” she holds her arms out. “where’s the cats?”

“p, be gentle with the cats!” daniil calls out into the apartment before looking at max apologetically. “i’m sorry, mate. she really missed the cats. even begged me to get one so that she’d have cats in two homes.”

max presses his lips together. “it’s a trap. don’t get cats, mate. they’re amazing, but god.”

daniil laughs, handing max penelope’s bag. “i seriously considered it for a while! but i won’t be around much, so it seems cruel.”

“i know what you mean,” max grins. “i saw you’re driving for prema this year in wec! congrats, mate!”

“it’s exciting! how’s the red bull car?”

max shrugs. “haven’t seen it yet. next week, maybe. right before the public launch.”

daniil sighs. “well, i’ve got to run. i’ll see you next weekend to pick her up! be safe!”

daniil kvyat: we’re all adults. no reason to harbour feelings just because he’s with my ex-girlfriend.

❝do you think penelope will try and be a racer herself like her mum? or do you reckon she’s got no interest in the racing scene like both of you?❞

kelly piquet: preferably not! [laughs] it’s such a cutthroat sport — i’d prefer if she didn’t subject herself to this kind of stress. but i’ll support her if she wants to.

→ daniil's apartment, january 2024

penelope jumps off the couch. "can we watch tv?"

daniil walks out of the kitchen with two cups, both filled with orange juice. he walks over to the small girl cuddled up on the couch in her pyjamas with a stuffed kangaroo. "what do you feel like watching, p?"

"can we rewatch one of mummy's races?" penelope asks, slowly moving to hang her head at the edge of the couch. "i want to watch the one where she's racing against auntie jupiter."

daniil kvyat (prema driver for wec, kelly piquet's ex-boyfriend): p has been very fond of jupiter since they met in the garage of the red bull a couple years ago. to p, jupiter is the world champion of her era. she loves roxanne, sure, but she sees jupiter in a whole different light. jupiter and i are on good terms – doesn't really matter to me if p spends time with her.

kelly piquet: actually, i don't want my kid around jupiter. i don't need my sweet baby taking after her recklessness.

jupiter nightshade (red bull driver, 4-time world champion): baby penelope, oscar and i love playing with hot wheels in my garage – i let her win all the time. oscar, though, is quite ruthless.

oscar piastri (mechanical engineering major at the university of bristol, jupiter nightshade's boyfriend): [giggling softly with a hand over his mouth] it's funny. i'm the reigning champion in our hot wheels competition. p doesn't mind, though. she's a good sport.

→ silverstone gp, 2023

jupiter sighs, dropping to her knees as she wraps her arms around the young girl. penelope scrunches face face as her hands come up to cover her eyes. behind them, oscar pumps his fist into the air, hopping over to the pair on the ground.

jupiter whirls around slightly, swatting at her dancing boyfriend. she shoots him a glare and gestures at the sobbing girl in her arms.

he clears his throat and wipes the smile from his face. he purses his lips together as he faces the crying girl. "aw, p! i thought you said it was okay if uncle ozzy won?" oscar coos, tapping her shoulder lightly. "do you want to play a second round? i'm sure i won out of pure luck."

penelope peeks from jupiter's shoulder with a hand on her lips. "yes."

oscar piastri: that's what she said to me when we first started playing. how was i supposed to kn– [throws his arms into his lap and sighs heavily] i'm not very good with kids.

kelly piquet: oscar, i like. he's an honest kid. he's the kind of influence i want p around. but i don't know... him with jupiter? she's a bad influence on him. but for some reason, i can't keep p away from her.

→ bahrain, pre-season testing, 2024

max walks into the red bull racing home, a bag over his shoulder with a tiny hand wrapped around his. he looks down at the younger girl and shakes her hand. “excited to visit mummy at work?”

penelope, with one hand on the railings and the other locked in max’s, stomps up the stairs as she hums happily. “yes! i wanna try on mummy’s new helmet. and the car! yeah, her car!”

he laughs, grabbing both her hands and lifting her into the air for the last few steps. he puts her down at the top of the steps and drops her hands. “we can watch from mummy’s garage with uncle christian!”

“you mean grandpa christian!” penelope giggles with a hand in her mouth. she whirls around towards the long hallway stretch and screeches. she takes off, screaming for her auntie jupiter, stopping right by her door.

“p, shouldn’t we find mummy first?”

max could hear kelly’s relentless reminders to him this morning before she had left their hotel room. make sure penelope doesn't find jupiter. but she is a five-year-old: there is no way he will drag her into the politics of everything.

“but we’re already here!” she balls her hands into fists, winding her arm back to start knocking on the door.

but the door opens before she can try and grab jupiter’s attention. a taller figure towers over her, immediately swooping her up into their arms. “baby penelope!”

she screeches and writhes in laughter when fingers dig into the side of her stomach. “auntie jupiter!”

“i thought i heard your tiny little feet against the floor,” jupiter giggles, promptly putting her back on the ground. she drops to her knees to meet the girl’s height and keeps a hand on her back. “how have you been? did you miss me?”

“is uncle ozzy here?” penelope cranes her neck to try and get a glance inside the room. “i brought cookies!”

jupiter looks behind her, finding max smiling at her politely with a paper bag in his hands. “we bought them on the way.”

“uncle ozzy will be here later,” jupiter smiles. “did you enjoy the holidays?”

“yes! i had two christmases!” penelope beams, holding two fingers up to emphasise her point. “i had so many presents!”

jupiter tilts her head. “what new toys did you get?”

penelope’s eyes widen, shaking excitedly in her arms. “i got a new hot wheels set. can we play later?” she grabs the sleeve of jupiter’s shirt. “please? with uncle ozzy? i won’t cry this time.”

the driver laughs. “of course! i spent christmas with uncle ozzy in melbourne. he’s got this koala stuffy that we bought for you; i’ll give it to you later, okay?”

penelope claps, nodding. “okay!”

jupiter nightshade: my dislike for piquet has absolutely nothing to do with baby penelope. daniil and i were teammates a while back, so that also helped, i guess. and how can you not love baby penelope? she is absolutely adorable and delightful! i've got two siblings of my own – both considerably younger than i am – so that experience really helps with my budding friendship with penelope.

venus nightshade (sophomore ferrari driver): my name is venus nightshade – i'm jupiter nightshade's little sister. this is my second year in formula one and i drive with ferrari.

→ monaco gp, 2023

mercedes team radio sonnet pham: it looks like they're going to sacrifice little nightshade

❝venus nightshade, the pole sitter for the baku track finds herself crossing the chequered flag in p5 after a late pitstop. while her teammate, veteran, natalia bunbury won the monaco gp, with fellow rookie, aella gutierrez just three seconds behind in the mclaren.❞

venus stands by the red bull racing home, hands over her eyes as she looks up hopelessly at her older sister. “i don’t understand. i could have converted that pole to a win.”

“they didn’t pit you when your tyres have deteriorated?” jupiter presses her palm against her forehead, pushing her hair away from her face. she has a hand on her hip as she turns away to start pacing. “that’s so stupid! christian never would have missed that!”

“i had no grip on the track so i spun out at the corner.” the younger girl drops her head with a frown. “i’m sorry.”

jupiter halts where she is. she turns around sharply and raises an eyebrow. “why are you apologising?”

venus, with tears in her eyes just sighs. she looks away and turns away from jupiter. “i feel kinda hopeless. i can’t go against the team.”

“yes, you can,” jupiter scoffs with a raised eyebrow. “do you want me to talk to them? fred’s gonna get an–“

“piter,” venus sighs tiredly, shaking her head. “don’t. i’m already talked about enough because i’m related to you.”

“but venus-”

“jupiter,” venus repeats her name in a firmer tone. jupiter finally takes a look at her younger sister and there’s a certain assuredness to her that makes her stand down. “don’t do anything. stay out of this.”

the red bull driver’s shoulder slumps slightly with a soft sigh. she holds her hands up to surrender to venus’s wishes. “okay.”

but when you know you’ve got the power to make at least one person’s life better, you’d do it, right? especially when that person is your little sister trying to make a name for herself in the same sport you’re in? you’d want to see her succeed as much as you have.

→ bahrain gp, 2024

“what the fuck, jupiter! i told you to stay out of it!” venus shrieks, throwing her arms into the air. “i’m only a rookie – what right have i got to demand being prioritised over nat?”

jupiter rolls her eyes with an exasperated sigh. “i didn’t tell fred to ‘prioritise’ you. i told him to get his shit together before he loses a good rookie.”

“that’s the same thing!” venus runs her hands through her hair, laughing dryly as she tugs at her roots. “i told you to stay out of it! that’s something i can only say if i can prove to the team that i’m worth considering for the long term.”

“you’ve proved yourself enough,” jupiter answers, shooting her sister an incredulous stare. “you’re almost always on par with nat every weekend. i was trying to help!”

“well, you didn’t! now everyone thinks i’m trying to use my world-champion sister for an easy way out!”

“who said that to you? tell me.”

“jupiter! you don’t get it!”

jupiter nightshade: i was just trying to help her out. i mean, it’s been an ongoing problem with ferrari, right? i can’t speak for nat, but now that my sister’s on the team… how could i have not?

venus nightshade: it’s not the imagine i want everyone to have of me. i want to be respected and climb my way up just like everybody else. i don’t want to use my relation with jupiter to get there.

roxanne castle (aston martin driver, 2-time world champion): i get where venus is coming from, but also jupiter’s side of things. when i started as a rookie, nando was already a driver in f1. he tried his best to make my transition into the sport easier by pulling strings and doing whatever he could. sure, i got a lot of flack for it, but in his eyes, he just wanted to help.

❝reports say that roxanne castle and fernando alonso were avoiding one another at the paddocks today. could the rumours that fernando was pulling strings behind the scenes come to fruition? is it safe to say that it’s coming between their relationship?❞

❝some staff members of ferrari say that they heard screaming and fighting coming from fernando alonso’s driver’s room.❞

fernando alonso (2-time world champion): just wanted to see my wife (then girlfriend) succeed. [shrugs] what did you expect me to do?

— breaking: fernando alonso announces retirement from formula 1 at the end of the 2023 season.

— breaking: daniel ricciardo to drive for aston martin in 2024

— breaking: red bull junior driver, charlotte miller, promoted to the alphatauri team after ricciardo’s departure

→ abu dhabi gp, 2023

❝this is your last race in your very long career in formula 1. how do you feel?❞

fernando slightly frowns, glancing at roxanne at the far end of the couch. “pretty good, actually. but, i won’t disappear altogether — i’m helping aston martin with car developments and other things with the car.”

he hears an exasperated sigh from the other end of the couch. he moves slightly and laughs at his wife rolling her eyes.

“she is not very happy with my retirement.”

roxanne picks up her mic and wipes a tear from her eye. “i like being teammates with him.”

fernando grins. “i think i will miss her more than i miss racing.”

→ parc ferme, abu dhabi, 2023

❝we bid goodbye to yet another racing legend, fernando alonso. there he is, embracing his teammate and wife, roxanne castle right by their cars.❞

roxanne pulls away, tears now falling out of her eyes. “i’m going to miss you, my love.”

“i’m not going anywhere,” fernando laughs, cupping her cheeks. “i will be with you in the garage!”

“not every weekend,” roxanne frowns. “it’s what i’ve gotten used to.”

“mi amor,” fernando pulls her into his arms again. “do not worry. i am your designated bag holder every time i am here.”

it’s not easy, as they’ve reiterated numerous times, to be romantically involved and be racing one another on the track. somehow, they did manage to see it through — they’re married now, duh. but fighting on the track in separate teams is different from being teammates.

— breaking: fernando alonso set to replace sebastian vettel in aston martin

roxanne castle: it was a pretty good transition. i think if we were teammates when we were younger, we never would have gotten married.

fernando alonso: she’s right. when i was approached by aston martin, i thought it was a joke. i mean… putting me up against my wife? that has got to be some kind of twisted prank, right? but at that point in our lives — and career — we were mature enough to separate it from our marriage.

racing alongside one another… does that remind you of somebody else?

— f3 prema drivers, aella gutierrez and logan sargeant, teammates turned lovers?

— breaking: aella gutierrez in the running for top 3 in the drivers’ championship after singapore gp podium

but that’s a story for another day. fernando’s decision to retire, allegedly, wasn’t taken seriously by roxanne at first especially after his performance with the team.

roxanne castle: it’s unfair. when he told me he was thinking of retiring, i didn’t think he meant now. i tried to convince him otherwise but he said he is very sure about this decision. i will miss him, definitely. we were together almost every weekend — no, everyday — for the past 18 years.

→ spain, february 2024

roxanne comes up behind fernando, pulling his shirt down his arms. she wraps her arms around his torso and hums. “i will miss you this weekend.”

“mi amor, i wish i could come with you,” fernando sighs, turning to face her. he watches as she takes a step back, pulling down on his shirt as she starts buttoning it herself. “but they need me at the factory this weekend instead of the paddock.”

“i know,” she sighs tiredly. “it’s just going to be so weird walking in without you.”

fernando laughs. “i know. i feel weird not being there with you.”

roxanne tugs on the shirt and straightens it out for him. “you’ll call me in the evening though, right? then you wouldn’t feel so far away.”

fernando alonso: when i made the decision to retire, all i could i think of is that it’s time to open up a spot for a new rookie… like seb did last year. i’ve had a good run.

he’s right. for once, it actually ended up with a rookie getting the seat. alphatauri is taking a chance on junior driver, charlotte miller, to drive alongside yuki tsunoda this year. kelly piquet’s contract expires at the end of the season; they will all be fighting for that second seat alongside jupiter nightshade.

charlotte miller (rookie, alphatauri driver): i’ve just entered the sport so i don’t really have much high expectations for myself getting that seat. but, i will be working towards that goal to the best of my ability this year.

❝2023 f2 runner-up, charlotte miller, will be joining us on the track as an alphatauri driver. the question is will she wind up being the better choice instead of liam lawson, red bull reserve driver, and boyfriend?❞

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lovelytsunoda · 2 years

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repercussions // daniil kvyat

summary: tired of flying under the radar after moving to monaco with her athlete sister, the last thing y/n expected was to fall in love with the russian she met at the bookstore.

so tired of this stagnant place that I’ve been living in, don’t know how it happened but I’m wearing thin

pairing: daniil kvyat x female reader

warnings: mentions of sex & suggestive content. y/n has a complicated relationship with her sister but the love is still there. potentially badly translated russian.

this is pretty long so I apologize in advance.

authors note: this is what happens when I go on vacation and can’t sleep at three in the morning because of time zones and then remember that one picture of dany and penelope for her third birthday

translation guide: meelaya= russian for darling

monte carlo. a city that never sleeps.

so it’s absolutely the wrong place for y/n y/l/n. the city’s saving grace was the quiet booksellers on a side street, set back from the bustling casinos.

she was a quiet person, a homebody. the kind of person that monte carlo would chew up and spit back out again. the kind of person that preferred a five-storey bookstore to a party boat ride in the middle of the night. the kind of person that didn’t care for the nightlife, or the hordes of world-class athletes that flocked to the tax haven every year.

the heels of her fall boots clicked against the marble tiles as she wove between the wooden shelves, running her fingers over the paperback covers and breathing in the smell of brand new, unread books.

she was curious by nature, a habit that had gotten her in trouble more times than she could count in her twenty-four years of life.

y/n crossed into the romance section, eyes scanning the shelves for the latest from emily henry. the brightly coloured covers were on the top shelf, the pop art designs springing off the shelves as she dropped her canvas tote bag, resting it against the wall as she stepped onto the bottom shelf, testing her weight before extending her arm and reaching for ‘book lovers.’

it was just her luck that the soft paperback was set back from the rest and required some serious reaching in order to find a good grip on the book. she had almost grabbed it when she lost her footing, falling backwards from the shelf.

this is it. this is how I die, she thought, waiting for the moment that her skull would crack against the shelf behind her.

a moment that never came.

y/n looked up, heart racing, into the eyes of her saviour.

he had a soft face, one that was imperfect and oblong, yet still charming and inviting.

“are you okay?” his accent was hard to place, but if y/n had to guess, she would have said russian.

“yeah, yeah I’m alright.” she said quietly, slowly regaining her breath as the stranger helped her back to her feet “thank you for catching me, that could have gone very badly if you hadn’t.”

“no need to thank me. what is the point of having good reflexes of you don’t put them to good use?”

y/n chuckled, kneeling down to help the man pick up the books he had cast aside. “russian literature and childrens books? that’s an odd combination.”

the stranger laughed. “so says the woman who just fell off a bookshelf trying to get a romance book.”

she rolled her eyes. “ouch.”

“if you must know, crime and punishment is for me, and the childrens books are for my daughter.”

somehow that information hit y/n like whiplash. so much for her meet cute if the hot guy was already committed to somebody else.

“how old is she?” y/n asked gently, passing the stack back

“almost three. she’s with my ex girlfriend and her new guy this weekend. he’s a fucking red bull driver, off god knows where.”

of course she had heard of the infamous formula one drivers that called monaco home. in fact, her sister lived in the same building as three of them. however they did not run in the same crowds, you see. her sister was the life of the party when all y/n wanted to do was be where the hordes of people were not.

“I’m sorry to hear that things didn’t work out.”

“no worries. I’m over it.” he stuck out a hand. “danill. danill kvyat.”

“y/n.” she smiled, shaking his warm, calloused hand “thank you for saving me from certain death:”

“oh come on, that fall wouldn’t have killed you.”

“you don’t know that.”

you see, y/n y/l/n is a worrier in every sense of the word. worrying about how other people see her, how people react to the things that she does.

every possible outcome of every possible situation.

if there was something to worry about, y/n worried about it.

she lived in an almost constant state of melodrama, her mother used to say.

the pair continued their walk through the bookstore, heading towards the cash desk as they engaged in idle chatter, neither party dropping any big identifiers about their lives in the process.

“let me pay for that.” danill insisted as they got closer and closer to the till

“absolutely not.” y/n insisted, clutching the paperback to her chest. “I am perfectly capable of buying myself a book.”

really, she wasn’t. monte carlo is a very expensive city, despite the lack of taxes. but she had underspent on groceries that week, and had change to spare on new reading material to add to her never ending to be read stack.

but she still has her pride, and therefore she wasn’t going to let a beautiful russian stranger (whose name she now knew) pay for her.

“come on, it’s the least I can do to repay you for listening to me talk.”

“you’ve already saved my life today, you don’t need to buy my books as well.”

“but I insist!” daniil persisted as the young girl behind the counter rang up the purchase and read the total.

“it’s no big deal, daniil. thank you for the offer.” y/n thought the argument was over until she reached for her bag and realized it was no longer over her shoulder, spitting out a curse. “fuck. daniil, can you stay here while I run and grab my bag?”

the russian nodded, but as soon as y/n had slunk back behind the shelves, he whipped out his visa card and tapped the machine, paying for the book anyways.

when y/n came back, the line had already moved on, and the russian was standing against a table, two Papier bags in hand.

“you paid for it as soon as my back was turned, didn’t you?”

“guilty as charged.” daniil grinned, passing y/n the bag

“at least let me buy you a coffee or something.” y/n insisted. “I’m the one that should be repaying you, not the other way around.

really, she just wanted to spend more time with daniil, something akin to butterflies erupting in her stomach when she thought about his gentle smile, or his boisterous laugh.

it was like something straight out of a romance book.

they ended up going for lunch at a cafe down the road from the booksellers, and area of town that was still miles less busy than the rest of the casino city.

“so after you two broke up, she started dating your replacement at red bull ? that’s cold, man.”

that lunch would be the day they really got to know each other.

“what brings a girl like you to monaco? it doesn’t seem your style.”

“it’s not. my sister is a professional athlete. martial arts. I’m her manager, and she thought that it was okay to upend my entire life and drag me halfway across the world to live here with her because she didn’t want to be alone, which I understand, but now she has dropped me in that same spot she didn’t want to be in. I don’t really like change all that much, and there’s been too much of it lately for me to handle. I don’t make friends as easily as she does.”

daniil smiled “well, you’ve just made a friend now.”

it was the first time that y/n felt that she could be so brutally honest without consequence, without fear of saying something wrong or how the other party might react.

and for daniil, it was the first time he had felt seen, felt understood since his relationship with kelley had imploded.

they both felt at home with each other.

one lunch turned into two, which turned into a proper date, then two then three. then dates turned into heated kisses and wandering touches, nights at each other’s apartments, sheets clinging to sweaty skin.

but through all of this, y/n has still never met penelope, daniils little girl.

it was a cool october night, and nothing in y/n’s life felt right. it had been a long day at work for her day job, and she dreaded the realization that she still had a few tedious promotional tasks to perform in her sisters best interest.

as she was leaving the high rise building, she felt like she wanted to cry. she was supposed to meet daniil for dinner, and it was the last thing that she wanted to do: she was exhausted and annoyed from everything that had gone wrong in her day, her unshaven legs were an eyesore, and she was certain that her eye makeup made her look like a raccoon.

the sunshine yellow mercedes that sat in her parking space was the one luxury she had allowed herself after moving to monaco. she had saved for years to afford the amg car and it had taken more of her savings than she would have liked. she slid inside, dropping her tote bag in the backseat before turning on the stereo, resting her head against the steering wheel and letting out a scream, an old metallica song playing in the background.

when she was done having her little moment, she reached for her phone and dialled daniils number, running through all of the possible ways that she could articulate the way she was feeling, the anxiety coursing through her veins about the mere thought od trying to balance all of the things she needed to do for her sister against her date with dany and her downtime.

“hey, dan.” she started “listen, I’ve had a really long day and I still have stuff to do so I’m not sure that I’m gonna be able to make it tonight, I’m nowhere near ready and I didn’t realize how late it was getting.”

“hey, hey. y/n, it’s okay.” daniil soothed, his voice almost bringing tears to y/n’s eyes. “we don’t have to go out tonight. listen, I’ll order some takeaway and cancel the babysitter. we can stay in tonight, and I’ve got penelope which usually means a night full of pixar movies. don’t go home alone, meelaya. an empty house isn’t good for you.”

“yeah, okay. I’ll be there in half an hour?”

“that sounds great. hey, are you listening to metallica?”

y/n laughed. in the months she had known daniil, she learned to love that the russian loved heavy music. she had been raised in a household of classic rock and hair metal, and had even gone through the traditional and often regrettable emo phase, and had gotten her name on the wait list for the my chemical romance reunion tour.

“of course. see you soon, okay babe?”

“I love you.”

“love you more, dany.”

when she got to daniils apartment, she felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. relief surged through her body as the russian opened the door, pulling her in for a gentle kiss.

although his dating life had hit a standstill after kelley, he had never lost his touch, his kiss as soft and passionate as ever.

“daddy!” a small voice shouted from the other room “is y/n here yet?”

daniil laughed, pulling y/n into his chest for a hug. “yes, princess. come bring her your gift.”

the apartment echoed with footsteps as penelope kvyat ran into the front hall, carrying with her a bouquet of flowers bigger than she was.

“these are for you. I helped pick them out.” the three-year-old proclaimed, thrusting the bouquet towards y/n, who took them with a smile.

“thank you, penelope! they’re gorgeous.”

“hey, pen, remember I told you you could give y/n the flowers but then you had to go do your math homework?”

“who gives math homework to a three year old?”

“it’s literally addition and subtraction, she could finish it in ten minutes if she wanted to go but she gets distracted easily.”

after some minor complaints, penelope disappeared back into the dining room, allowing y/n to have some space and some private time with her lover.

“hey,” daniil said softly, reaching for y/ns hand “if this gets overwhelming for you, just tell me. please. I know it’s a lot and we’re still only a few months in-“

“dany, it’s okay.” y/n cut him off with a soft kiss. “she seems like a really sweet kid.” she grinned mischievously “and besides, every girl loves a dilf.”

daniil chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to her neck. “lucky for us, pen has an early bedtime.”

the night went by faster than y/n could have imagined, and with each passing minute she was happier that she had decided to go to dans rather than back to her own, empty flat. dinner was traditional russian that daniil had picked up from a place down the road: perogies and creamy mashed potatoes, with dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets for penelope.

pen was very excited to meet y/n, and spent the night showering her in compliments about her manicured nails, her dress, the colour of her eyes.

after dinner, it was a scene that oddly reminded y/n of when she and daniil had first met each other, and subsequently argued over something as pointless over who was going to lay for the romance book she had fallen off the shelf trying to find.

daniil kept insisting that y/n should sit down and put her feet up, especially after the day she had, and y/n kept insisting that she was going to help clean things up, thinking that it was the least she could do in return for the evening.

and y/n y/l/n was putting the days of taking no for an answer behind her.

which is how she ended up washing dishes while dany cleared the table, the russian unable to resist playfully tapping her ass as he walked past with a stack of plates.

“do you want to talk about what happened earlier today, now that penelope is in the other room? it’s okay if you don’t want to, I just thought that talking about why your day sucked as much as it did might make you feel better.”

that was one of the things she liked most about the russian: he was a good listener, letting her vent whenever she needed to, or listening to her talk herself through an anxious spiral, and he was on standby to help however he could if either party determined that it was needed.

“I’m sick of working two jobs. I can’t work at the firm, and manage my sister at the same time, its getting to be too much. the law job was supposed to keep me sane, it’s what I studied for, committed too. but I think I kept the job to prove to emmy that I don’t need to rely on her, that I can do just fine on my own, but somewhere deep down I hate that she’s found so much success and so much wealth and that I have just been dragged along for the ride.” she complained, aggressively using a dishcloth to clean one of the ceramic plates. “thank god I have a day off tomorrow, I need a fucking break.”

daniil didn’t say anything, knowing that y/n just needed space to vent, instead gently pulling her into his arms.

“why are families so damn complicated?”

dany smiled. “who knows, my love? who knows?”

after the dishes were done, the couple joined penelope in the sitting room: daniil in the middle of the couch, and pen and y/n on either side of him, a large bowl of microwave popcorn on his lap, ‘cars’ playing on the tv in front of them.

“daddy?” penelope asked, sitting up on the couch.

“yes, princess.” dany smiled

“can you braid my hair?” the toddler asked, a plastic disney hairbrush in hand

daniil chuckled, moving around on the couch to make space. “of course, sweetheart.”

it was a scene that made y/n’s heart stop and swell, watching daniil expertly plait his daughters hair. it was something so nurturing, and so domestic that for a split second, she could see this in her future, she saw this as her forever.

and that scared her.

“does this mean that you’re gonna braid my hair as well?” y/n asked with a grin, leaning on danys shoulder.

daniil turned his head, smiling back. “can you sit still long enough?”

“of course.” she teased, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before lowering her voice “do I get to call you daddy as well?” she joked, quickly kissing him again instead of waiting for an answer

so imagine her surprise when, after gently parting her hair and running his fingers over her skin, daniil leaned in and whispered “try it later and find out.”

it sent shivers rippling down her skin, combined with the loving way that he was holding her, two sharp contrasts that made her feel butterflies.

the end credits rolled, and penelope was sent off to get ready for bed while daniil and y/n (with her hair freshly braided) tidied the sitting room.

“I was going to wait until the morning, but after the day that you’ve had, I think I’ll give these to you now.” the russian smiled, digging through a desk drawer. “I e been planning this for weeks and there was a whole big reveal planned, but it’s whatever.”

“what’s this?” y/n gawked, looking at the white letter envelope dany pushed into her hand

“just open it and see.”

with a smile, y/n placed the empty plastic popcorn bowl back on the counter and used her fingernail to open the envelope, gently pulling out the sheets of paper inside with a gasp.

“a weekend in paris to see metallica?!”

“kelley and max have pen that whole week, it’s been ages since I’ve been to a concert, and the two of us have never done a weekend away.” daniil hummed, striding towards y/n and placing his hands on her waist. “what do you say? come to paris with me?”

y/n pushed onto her tip-toes, pressing a deep kiss to daniil’s lips. “of course I will. I love you.”

dany kissed her again with a smile. “I love you more.”

“not possible.”

they stood in the middle of the kitchen, wrapped in an embrace as they kissed, hands tangling in hair before daniil scooped her off her feet.

“I swear to god, if you hit my head on the cabinets again-“ y/n giggled as the former f1 driver placed her on the granite counter.

“it was one time!” he laughed, kissing her again as she looped her arms around his neck, gently biting down on his lip as she tried to pull him closer, legs wrapped around his waist.

“daddy?”

the interruption made both parties jump, with daniil hitting his head on the cabinet door handle.

“jesus christ.” y/n muttered, a hand over her heart as she slid off the counter. “pen, you scared us.”

“y/n,” penelope started, clutching a stuffed rabbit in her arms “can you read me a bedtime story?”

touched by the little girls request, she turned to daniil. “is that okay with you?”

“of course. it’s an honour for pen to ask you that.” dan chuckled, ruffling his daughters hair.

so y/n sat with penelope in the small, but cozy pink room, reading from a copy of harry potter and the philosophers stone that pen’s uncle charles had gotten her for her birthday, insisting that she was old enough for wizards now. daniil paused in the doorway, snapping a photo of his two favourite girls curled up next to each other as penelope started to fall asleep.

months passed, and y/n and daniil had officially moved in together. unable to decide whose apartment they were going to move into, they ended up buying a small townhouse together, away from the cluster of f1 related personnel living in monte carlo.

the master bedroom was y/n’s favourite room, flooded with light from the skylight over the dresser and the large picture windows, a metallica poster over the queen sized bed (with the floral duvet creating fantastic contrast) and the wall full of books, the favourite literature of the two lovers mending perfectly to create their own miniature library. the room had an ensuite and took up an entire floor, reminding y/n of her uncles house in yorkshire.

penelope’s room was directly below, painted in an eggshell blue so pale that it could be mistaken for white, a plush bed piled high with pillows and stuffed animals in the middle of the room.

throughout the move, dany had been fielding calls from his agent, desperate to find something new to keep him going since he couldn’t race in europe anymore.

and y/n had finally put her foot down, telling her sister to find a new manager because she wanted to focus on her day job.

weeks went by, their weekend away drawing closer and closer, offering both parties a break from their lives. soon enough, the weekend was planned to a T, suitcases packed and waiting at the door, airbnb rented and ready.

it was a three day trip: one for getting there and sightseeing, one for daytime love making and the actual concert and one for the return flight to monaco.

the flight was seamless, and getting through the airport was a breeze. daniil hired a private car, and did most of the driving himself. when they got to the rented penthouse, he scooped a blushing and giggling y/n into his arms and carried her through the doorway with a wide grin on his face.

leaving their suitcases in the living room, the couple explored the old apartment, marvelling at the french architecture.

y/n got to the bedroom first, staring dreamily out of the picture window at the view of paris, the bustling streets and the old buildings, with the eiffel tower standing high above it all in the distance.

daniil thought it was the most beautiful sight it the world: his girlfriend bathed in soft daylight, her motley crue shirt tied up at the bottom to reveal her gorgeous stomach, skinny jeans that made her ass look flawless.

everything about y/n was stunning, and he made sure to remind her of that every chance that he got.

the russian came up behind her, gently running his fingers up and down her arms, placing a gentle kiss behind her ear.

“do you like it?”

“baby, I love it. I can’t believe I’m in paris, and tomorrow night I’m seeing metallica in concert.”

she turned around slowly, pulling dany in by the collar of his shirt so that his body was caging her against the window ledge. she kissed him gently, one hand on his chest and the other coming around to playfully squeeze his ass.

“change of plans.” daniil muttered breathily against her lips “we sightsee tomorrow, but right now, we are getting naked in that bed and not leaving until I have made you cum at least three times.”

the day of the concert arrived, and the penthouse was abuzz with excitement as the couple got ready, blaring spotifys ‘this is metallica’ playlist from the surround sound speakers.

the lovers were hand in hand as they filed into the arena with the rest of the general admissions crowd, and they barely let go of each other the entire time: from their clasped hands during ‘master of puppets’ as the jumped with the crowd, broad smiles on their faces, to y/n on his shoulders, high above the crowd during ‘for whom the bell tolls’.

they were giddy with laughter and slightly tipsy as they walked up the stairs to the penthouse, exhausted from the pure adrenaline of the heavy metal concert when they collapsed on the bed, not even taking off their shoes as they curled up with each other, daniils arms wrapped tightly around y/ns torso.

the following morning, y/n slowly shifted awake when she felt the bed move, daniils arms sliding away from her body. she was half awake when he sat down next to her, draping a plush blanket over her body.

“go back to bed, meelaya. you look exhausted.” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “have fun last night?”

“it was incredible.” she smiled widely, pushing up on her elbows to give him a kiss.

“I’m just running out to get some breakfast. how do chocolate crepes sound?”

“perfect.” she said softly, kissing him again. “drive safe.”

after daniil had left, y/n fell back asleep, banking another half hour before she woke up again, wondering why her lover wasn’t back yet. she tried not to think too much about it at first, getting in the shower in an attempt to avoid calling him in a panic, dressing in her tour shirt from the night before and a simple pair of lavender panties before going to the kitchen and making a hot chocolate, a dozen panicked scenarios seeping into her mind until her phone buzzed.

will be home in ten minutes. I have good news!🫶🏻

danill came back as y/n was getting the table set, a massive grin on his face.

“you know how I was calling around to all of those nascar teams to try and get a seat for the fall?” he started, wrapping his arms around y/n from behind

“yeah, what about it? did you get a call back?” she couldn’t keep the excitement out of her voice

dany nodded “herzeberg called while I was out. I’m going to drive in nascar!”

y/n shrieked “dany that’s amazing!” she said, throwing her arms around him, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I’m so proud of you!”

“I couldn’t have done it without you, meelaya.”

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