FUCK YES PLEASE TOP GUN F1 AU !!!!!!!!
BABE THIS MIGHT BE JUST FOR US TWO BUT THANK YOU
Anyway.
BACKGROUND INFO IM SO EXCITED
Tom Kazansky drives for Red Bull, because of course he does, and his driving is flawless
He plays with the drivers, he keeps them behind, let’s them follow him until they can’t keep up, he follows them closely, he drives them crazy until they get tired and make a mistake and he overtakes them
He was nicknamed “The Iceman”, ice cold, no mistakes, that’s what they say about him
Ron Kerner is Red Bull’s second driver, he is a sneaky mother fucker, you don’t see him coming till he’s right next to you, great at overtaking, not so great at maintaining his position
They nicknamed him “Slider” after a particularly impressive move, a big crash in which he somehow managed to avoid getting hit, he came out completely untouched, he slides through the cars like its the easiest thing in the world
Pete Mitchell drives for Ferrari, his dad used to drive for Ferrari but he died in a nasty crash, lots of cars were involved and eventually they started blaming him, Pete will always defend him, wasn’t great for getting sponsors and actually getting an f1 contract but he fought teeth and claw to get to where he is
He quickly gained a reputation after joining f1, he’s impulsive and reckless, he’s aggressive, he does dangerous shit on the track and somehow he always manages to get results
People almost never call him Pete, they call him “Maverick”, the media calls him “Mad Mav”
Nick Bradshaw also drives for Ferrari, he defends like a god
His protective nature gave him his nickname, people usually shout “MOTHER GOOSE” when they see him pass
He may not be as great as Maverick and Iceman but he’s a damn good driver, everyone loves him
Hollywood and Wolfman drive for Mclaren, they’re the best teammates on the grid, they rarely fight, they work together like they have the same mind, they’re almost synchronized, scary as fuck if both of them are behind you
Merlin drives for Alfa Romeo, he used to drive with Cougar for Ferrari but Cougar had an accident and decided to quit formula one and Merlin moved to Alfa Romeo, which opened both Ferrari seats for Mav and Goose
Charlie is Ferrari’s strategist, she’s the best there is, smart, quick, she can adapt to situations in seconds, if only Maverick would fucking listen for once
Viper is Ferrari’s team Principal, he used to drive with Mav’s father, he’s a three time world champion
Mav drove for Alfa Romeo for two years before he got the Ferrari seat, he never won a race there but he got way closer than people thought he could
Before joining Ferrari, Goose used to drive for Alfa Tauri
Ice joined f1 when he was barely 18, spent a year in Alfa Tauri before he got a seat in Red Bull, he hasn’t won a championship yet but he has gotten dangerously close
Yeah that’s all I have for general background info, I got so much shit but I can’t put it all in one post
Appreciate how I stole inspiration directly from mr Max Verstappen’s life to write Iceman’s background like 💀 also appreciate how I didn’t include Merc not because I don’t like them (which I don’t) but because I completely forgot they existed AND appreciate me trying to make Ferrari an actual top team with people that know what they’re doing
And I know that an almost all American f1 grid is not possible BUT it’s my au and I get to chose the inaccuracies
Here’s the second part -> x
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surprise! more zelda au but this time less sad and in the og not-100-years-later timeline
Yusuf fastens the buttons on his tunic one by one, runs his fingers over the delicate silver embroidery on the sleeves, pulls on the white gloves with their swirling golden patterns on the back of his left hand. It’s the afternoon of his birthday, and he hasn’t spoken to another person in hours.
Not since the guard had arrived this morning, with a folded piece of paper in his hand and the message that Nicolò would not be on duty today, but that he’d left a message for Yusuf. When he’d opened it, three dried flowers, almost perfectly preserved, had fallen onto his lap. The note had read, I don’t know if these have any kind of scientific value, but I thought you’d like them. Happy birthday, Yusuf. I’ll see you later.
Nicolò’s absence shouldn’t have unsettled as much as it has, but Yusuf has been feeling off-centre all day. A year ago, he wouldn’t have blinked at being by himself for this long - ever since his mother died, he has trained alone, eaten alone, worked alone. But he’s gotten too used to having Nicolò around, and now he doesn’t know what to do without him.
He can't stop thinking, either, about what he'd overheard Nicolò saying to Andromache less than two weeks ago, after Yusuf had spent hours in the freezing water of the Spring of Courage with absolutely no results, to the point where he’d barely eaten all day and almost passed out from exhaustion. I don’t know what to do, Andy. I care about him too much to watch him keep hurting himself like this.
He glances over to his desk, where the flowers are resting now, placed carefully on top of a blank page in his sketchbook, then back to himself in the mirror. Wonders if he looks as unsettled as he feels. It’s less than an hour until the ball starts - Andromache, Quynh, Nile and Sebastien have been here for a week. Tomorrow, everything changes, but tonight, he’s been instructed by his father to act as if everything’s fine.
When it’s time, he’s led from his room by one of his father’s aides and a guard to a small antechamber attached to the main ballroom. The man barely looks at him, just tells him to wait. Behind the door to the ballroom, he can already hear people talking. He tries, and fails, not to fidget too much with his gloves.
The door he’d entered through swings open again, and Nicolò walks through, lighting up when he sees Yusuf. Something in Yusuf’s chest finally settles.
Nicolò’s in his blue and red ceremonial guard’s uniform, sword strapped to his back in a more decorated sheath than the plain one he favors, his hair tied neatly back. His brown gloves are embroidered with the same pattern as Yusuf’s, but on his right hand instead. He smiles, looking Yusuf up and down. “You look good.”
“So do you,” Yusuf says.
“Did you get my note?” Nicolò asks, stepping fully into the room and closing the door behind him. “I asked Taloh-”
“I did,” Yusuf responds. “The flowers were beautiful. Thank you.”
Nicolò’s smile widens at that. Yusuf’s heart skips a beat, and he doesn’t know why. “I missed you today,” he says before he can stop himself.
“I missed you too,” Nicolò says, and the look he gives Yusuf is painfully soft. Yusuf doesn’t know what he’s doing, only that he has to do something. But before he can, his father’s aide returns.
"It’s time,” he says, before leaving again.
Nicolò offers his hand. “Ready?” he asks. Yusuf isn’t, but he takes it anyway.
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Most of the ball is a blur. Nicolò is with him for almost all of it, save the odd moment, and when he isn’t, Andromache or Nile or Quynh or Sebastien are. But even though he’s not by himself, there’s only so many people he can talk to and smile at before he needs a break.
He slips out of a side door when he’s certain the attention is somewhere else. Outside the ballroom, it’s near silent, and it’s late enough that the hallway is lit only by moonlight. He finds a small alcove that’ll hide him from anyone passing by, leans back against the wall, and just breathes for a moment. He doesn’t mind people, but he knows they’re all expecting more of him than he can give, and he’s tired.
It’s not long before he hears footsteps, and sighs. He should’ve known he wouldn’t be able to stay away long.
But it’s not one of his father’s men - it’s Nicolò. “Yusuf, you-”
“I know,” Yusuf interrupts. It’s not fair, maybe, but he’s tired of having his every move monitored. “I shouldn’t be out here by myself. But the castle is well guarded, so if that’s why you’re out here, you should go back inside.”
“That’s not why I’m here.” Nicolò looks almost hurt. “I’m here because you left, and I was worried. And because I am your friend, Yusuf, and I care about you.”
I care about him too much to watch him keep hurting himself like this. Yusuf hasn’t asked about it, but now he can’t stop himself. “I was awake, when we were visiting Andromache the last time.”
Nicolò blinks. “What?”
“I’d spent too long in the Spring the day before, and then I slipped away from you to go visit the Divine Beast. You found me hours later at the camp with Andromache. You thought I was asleep, but I wasn’t.” Yusuf can see the exact moment Nicolò realises what he means, but he keeps going. “You told Andromache you cared about me too much-”
“To watch you keep hurting yourself,” Nicolò finishes quietly. He’s silent for a moment, then- “What do you want me to say, Yusuf?”
“Did you mean it?” Yusuf asks, because - he’s not sure, really, only that this feels like something new and fragile and he has to know.
Nicolò doesn’t look at him for a long time, long enough that Yusuf worries he’s said the wrong thing. Maybe he never should have brought it up.
“Of course I did,” Nicolò says finally, quiet enough that it’s barely even a whisper.
Yusuf moves closer without really thinking about it. “You sent me flowers.” He sees it all in a different light now - the flowers and Nicolò’s perpetual habit of finding him things he thought might interest him, the times Nicolò would sit with him while he worked and remind him to eat before he even realised he was hungry, the way Nicolò would always be there when Yusuf needed him. He almost can’t believe he didn’t see it before.
Nicolò finally looks at him. “I did,” he says, and steps forward so there’s barely an inch of space left between them, and Yusuf can’t really remember how to breathe anymore. Nicolò cups his jaw in both hands, his thumb just brushing Yusuf’s cheekbone, pauses for just a second. Yusuf could step away if he wanted to, should really go back to the ball because surely someone else must have noticed his absence. He doesn’t move. Closes his eyes instead, and Nicolò kisses him, achingly gentle. Yusuf’s hands settle on Nicolò’s hips, keeping him close.
Even when they separate, Nicolò stays there, resting his forehead against Yusuf’s. This is dangerous, they both know it. Yusuf doesn’t know what will happen if his father discovers this, only that it will not be good.
“You’re thinking too much,” Nicolò says softly. Yusuf can hear him smiling, and opens his eyes. “What is it?”
“Nothing,” Yusuf says. He doesn’t want to think about any of that now. It can wait.
“Are you sure?” Nicolò asks. He knows Yusuf far too well, but Yusuf nods anyway.
Nicolò smiles, and kisses him again.
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