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sebscore · 1 year

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gen-z driver getting interviewed by jenson and all the drivers making fun of her for stumbling over her words

BE YOUR WINGMAN

pairings: jenson button x driver!reader / daniel ricciardo x driver!reader / sebastian vettel x driver!reader

warnings: I don’t think there are any (?).

author’s note: been wanting to do this one for a while now, I’m not totally proud of it, but wanted to share it anyway! hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think of it!

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“Yeah, no points today, but I’m confident we’re able to bounce back next weekend.” Daniel answered Jenson’s question on how the race went.

The Sky F1 booth was crowded with Jenson Button, Martin Brundle and Natalie Pinkham interviewing both Daniel Ricciardo and Sebastian Vettel.

The three presenters nodded as his answer. “Seb, how about you?” Natalie turned the question to him.

“Eh, I think we could have scored more points today, we lost a lot of ground,” he had the urge to roll his eyes at the reminder, “the pace was good, so we can take that to the next race.” He finished up, politely.

Martin was about to change the subject, but Daniel pointed to something behind the camera which caught everyone’s attention. “Look who it is!”

“Y/N! Come on up here!” Natalie called the young woman over, who was visibly embarrassed as she simply wanted to pass through to go to her team’s hospitality.

The driver shook her head, waving her hands that she wanted to leave, but no one was having it. “I��ll let you stand next to Jenson, Y/N!” Daniel grinned from ear to ear.

One of the producers handed her a mic and she was practically pushed onto the small podium by her PR assistant.

Y/N quickly greeted everyone, giving Sebastian and Daniel a side hug. She wanted to stand in-between her two colleagues, but they moved themselves so she was right next to Jenson.

Her “crush” on the former World Champion had been a running joke ever since she was a rookie. It started with an old interview of an 11 year-old Y/N saying that one of her life goals was to marry Jenson Button.

“Y/N, you had a much better race than your friends over here, P4, how are you feeling now?” Martin asked her.

She took a deep breath before answering. “Uh, too bad to miss the podium, especially cause the gap was very small. I’m excited for next week, though and, uh, yeah.” She awkward wrapped up, a bit too flustered with her close proximity to the Brit next to her.

“Besides the top 2, it was a very close race today and I think you did everything you could, so well done.” Jenson complimented her, looking directly at her.

Y/N nervously avoided his eyes, deciding to focus on something in the far distance. “Oh, uh, t-thank you.” She stuttered.

The red tint on her cheeks and ears didn’t go unnoticed. “She’s gone very red.” Sebastian teased, pointing at the younger one.

Everyone at the panel turned towards her and chuckled at her trying to cover her cheeks. “A small tomato.” Martin joked.

“It’s just very warm here.” Y/N defended herself, but everyone knew it wasn’t the weather.

Daniel nudged her shoulder. “She’s been very sad the past few weeks, cause Jenson announced he’s getting married soon.” The Australian continued the teasing.

Her hands covered her face again as everyone laughed at her despair. “Poor Y/N, she wasn’t able to fulfill one of her dreams.” Natalie commented, a bright smile on her face knowing the viewers were loving this.

“She still has time.” Daniel added, having too much fun at the moment. “You have a few more months.” He glanced at her.

“Shut up, Daniel!” Y/N jokingly slapped his arm to everyone’s amusement at their banter.

The McLaren driver simply laughed as he put his hands on both of her shoulders. “I’m trying to be your wingman here.”

“I don’t think she needs one.” Sebastian said into the microphone, looking at the pair.

“Y/N, do you often take Daniel with you when you’re looking for a potential partner?” Natalie asked her, although it was obvious she wasn’t looking for a serious answer.

The young driver jokingly rolled her eyes. “Not anymore, he scares everyone away with his weird noises.” She teased the Australian back.

“I think they’re very effective!” Daniel argued.

“They’re effective if the purpose is to keep me single forever.” Y/N but back.

The two went back-and-forth with each other for a few more minutes. Sebastian and Jenson watched in amusement, while Natalie and Martin tried to subtly interrupt so they could wrap up the segment.

“Any plans left for tonight or straight onto the plane?” Martin asked them.

“Plane!” Sebastian and Daniel chorused. Jenson glanced at the girl next to him. “And you, Y/N?”

“I’m gonna dig a hole and throw myself in it after we’re done here.” She answered, her monotone voice making everyone laugh at her answer.

Daniel couldn’t help but throw one last remark at her. “You probably want Jenson to join you in there.”

Y/N waved at the camera as soon as the words left his mouth. “Goodnight, everyone!” The whole panel cackled as they watched her leave. “See you all next week!”

She walked off the platform and gave the microphone back to the producers. Y/N waved at everyone from behind the camera, not wanting to be rude and leave without a proper goodbye.

“She’s going to dig that hole now.” Sebastian commented, a grin on his face.

Jenson chuckled. “She’ll probably throw Daniel in it instead of herself.”

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norrisleclercf1 · 7 months

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How'd the overprotective mafia! Jenson, Mark and Kimi react when someone hurts or hits on their wife who's shy and sunshine like? I am curious what you think.

A/N: Screeching like a bat out of hell! Also I added Sebastian to this because come on, you can't say those 3 and not add Sebby

Jenson:

He's the quiet one where he wouldn't say anything

It was a dinner party at his own house and you were

sitting next to him but talking to some of his men

everyone knew you as this ray of sunshine who'd

get shy and blushy whenever Jenson smiled at you

but anyways, there was this new rookie who was

trying to be smooth on you not caring for the

glares being passed his way as he flirts with you

Jenson is watching make sure he doesn't make you

uncomfortable but he can see the way the guy is getting

annoyed with you ignoring him and just small answers

"Fuck didn't take you to be a stuck up bitch."

the table falls silent as the guy huffs thinking nothing wrong

You cast a look to Jenson, who slowly stands

not saying a word he reaches out and slams the mans

face into table a sickening crack as you cringing

the guy crumples to the floor lying there in a puddle of blood

"Let's go to bed, darling." He whispers holding his hand out

Mark:

Everyone knows that your a shy one

Mark was always towering over you like a shield

he refused to let you be exposed to his world

and tended not to bring work home, though

on rare nights he is having to bring it home and it was one of

those nights where he his bringing his men over

it's late in the night when you wake with a start

the sound of multiple voices has you climbing out of bed

wrapped tight in one of Mark's shirt you poke your head out

hearing his voice and still fogged with sleep you walk to the

office and push open the door not even thinking

"Mark?" The voices stop as you rub the sleep from your eyes

Mark feels this overbearing need to rip every mans eyes out

as they take in your body, his shirt on you and how innocent you

look in this moment

"Kitten, go back to bed." He whispers, holding tight on the burning

anger and jealous choking him

"Yeah sugar, the boss needs you to keep his bed warm so he can fu-"

The man stops talking as Mark moved fast shoving the barrel of

his gun down the man's throat

you stand there, eyes still closed partially unable to see the scene

"Y/n, kitten, please go back to bed. I'll join you soon." Mark's voice

stays soft with you but his eyes burn with rage

"M'kay." Turning and walking away, Mark let's the sickening smile take over

Kimi:

A blizzard attitude that melts under your smile

well known to never damper your smile in front of the boss

as he'd level you with those frozen blue eyes

"Kimi, pretty please?" You beg giving him puppy eyes

Kimi smiles softly, as you lay on his chest, not caring

that his men were watching you both

"Snowflake, we'll go later. Let me finish here." He whispers

kissing your cheek and then nuzzling your neck

Huffing you nod and pull away smiling though

as you knew Kimi could never say no to you

Walking past his men you smile, but stop hearing one of them

mumble something

"Spoiled bitch." They hiss which has your smile dropping

suddenly feeling sorry that you even asked Kimi ]

A warm hand touches your lower back, almost burning you

"Go upstairs and get dressed, we'll go shopping in just a sec."

Your husband kisses your cheek, but his eyes didn't hold any warmth

the door closes as you go upstairs, trying to shake out that man

words to you

"Who said it?" Kimi face void of emotion but his eyes blazed

"Either someone fesses up, or I kill you all? Who said those words that stopped her smile?" Kimi asks slowly filling his gun with bullets

Sebastian:

A hot head in the making that refused to involve you in his fights

there would be fights in front of you, but Seb always shielded you

"Sebby, let it go. Come on." You beg as his men and the rival mafia

started to grow as you try to tug your husband away

"No, he insulted you." Sebastian spits, but you don't care

you can see the anger growing more

"I don't care, just take me home. Please?" You beg clinging to his arm

"Awww your little whore scared?" You don't know who said it

but Sebastian spring free as all hell breaks out

Chaos swarms you and you don't know how

but trying to get close to Seb your smacked right across the face

dropping to the ground, your men freeze as they all stare in horror

"Y/N!" Sebastian yells, suddenly at your side cradling your face

"Take me home, please." Your voice soft as his face crumbles

"Take care of them," He growls in German as he leads you away

he doesn't always need to get his hands dirty to get his point across

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adventuringblind · 10 months

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Drive With You Forever

Chapter Five: Cats, Cluelessness, and difficult communication

Max Verstappen x Reader x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris

Chapter Summary: a brief interlude in the off-season before 2020, Sebastian adopts Charles, Max struggles to communicate his feelings, and the reader makes a new friend 👀

Warnings: mentions of SH, reader over does it again, seizure like episode, Lando is awkward, Charles is awkward, Max can't do feeling well yet, jos verstappen

Notes: ah yes, the gang is all here now. I have more action coming in the next part. Maybe also some fluffy stuff. I've been trying to get some blurbs done for what isn't shown in the long chapters because I've had to cut down on some things. I would love to give y'all some content of our duo, trio, or quartet doing something specific.

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The end of the season means a bit of a break for the drivers. A chance to spend some time with their families. For her, it means spending time with Sebastian and Hanna in Germany.

The trio had wanted to officially introduce themselves. They knew, but the three barely got a chance to interact all together. It would be nice to catch up anyways.

They are all sat at the dining room table. Even the littles wanted to join in on the conversation. Mostly they spout of randomness as they listen but it’s still endearing to everyone.

The three are sat in a row. Charles far left, the female in the middle and Max on the right if her.

“So I’m curious, who gets the middle of the bed?” Seb laughs at his own question. Hanna playfully hits his shoulder. Charles and Max both look at her. She just rolls her eyes as they both start laughing.

“Are you three moving in together?” Hanna asks this time. Genuine curiosity, unlike her husband.

Charles almost chokes. He hadn’t thought about it.

He’s thankful he’s not the first to answer. “Are you saying you want me out?” It’s a playful question from the girl. She’s smiling like an idiot at the banter.

“Of course not. You’re welcome here forever.”

Max swallows his food then joins the conversation. “We were actually planning on moving some things to my apartment since we’re here.” Now Charles feels out of place. Was he not asked yet for a reason? They hadn’t been together long so it would make sense. “Charles lives in Monaco already so I figured his things would be easier to move.” Max explains.

Now he’s confused. Something Max can clearly see. They make eye contact for a moment and Charles is left a mess. “Unless you don’t want to anymore?”

Charles is shaking his head no at lightning speed. He definitely wants to. He’s tired of living alone and throwing himself pity parties over breaks. Plus, he learns he sleeps better when he's not alone.

Moving feels more sentimental to her this time. She had more stuff than when she was fifteen.

Sbeastion offered to let them fly private with him to help move her stuff to Monaco. She wanted to, but it was unnecessary. Most of her belongings that she needs fits into an extra suitcase.

Max and Charles both kept asking her if she had anything else. It was getting on her nerves a bit.

Hanna and Seb had done the same thing when she first came to Germay. Though she had less then. Hanna had taken her to get some new clothes because her t-shirts all had holes in them.

Flights were weird. The first class has two seats for each row, meaning that one of them got to sit somewhere else. They often played musical chairs on the plane because of this.

She'd always had an affinity for even numbers.

It was an interesting dynamic they had created. Charles and Max are barely a month apart, and she's just turned nineteen. They get to do things she can't yet. But she's gentle and knows exactly what they need and is far to gentle for what she's been through.

Charles felt that he was playing catch up with the other two. He was new to this and still new to them. He, however, was the best at communication between the three.

Max, having grown up in an interesting family setting, is aggressive and protective. His communication skills are lacking, but he would do anything to keep his significant others out of harms way.

Today was one of those days that Max was struggling communication wise. It had started after an intense phone call where the other two were attempting (and failing) at deciphering dutch.

She'd offered to sit next to him if he needed consoling, but he decided to sit further away from the two. Leaving them to figure out what happened.

This had brought the thoughts of even numbers. If they were flying with four of them, Max wouldn't be able to mope alone.

"Do you think it was Jos?" Charles asked. His eyes had been on the Dutch for most of the flight.

"I would assume so given that he was speaking Dutch, and he doesn't do that with many people."

Both sigh. Jos had been on Max's ass about moving up into a championship title. Che was ready to have some words, either him, next time they were together, and Charles was going to start making a point to celebrate every placement in a race.

It didn't take long to get to Max's apartment. It's not the most luxurious, but it's comfortable. He's planning to get something worthy of the three of them after he gets a title.

Max had successfully locked himself away in his bedroom. The other two left to figure out what he needs. Maybe it is just a time thing?

"Is he usually like this after a call with Jos?"

She shrugs her shoulders. "It depends on if he's praising or berating."

"Can we help him?" Charles is eyeing the closed door and her. His brain working out every way to get him to open up.

She smirks. There always one thing that cheered up Max.

Max was choking back tears. He felt weak. Like he was never going to he enough.

He felt bad for stomping off the way he did, but he didn't want his partners to see him like this.

He hears the soft rape of knuckles against the door. "Mon Amour? Can we please come in?"

He grunts, but the Monegasque takes it as approval.

Charles peeks his head in. His gentle steps are coming closer to Max. He doesn't look up. He just keeps his head buried in his pillow.

Charles doesn't say anything, which he appreciates. Just sits down on the edge and lets Max's body dip towards his. Then he's running his fingers through Max's hair.

It's not long before another set of footsteps are padding into the room. These ones softer then Charles, telling Max it's y/n.

She's successfully moved both Jimmy and Sassy into the room from their hiding spots and is holding his favorite movie. She sneaks in and closes the door behind her.

They spend the next couple of hours lying in bed with the cats and watching their movie.

Max feels himself calming down. They don't talk about anything. Aside from occasionally copying the lines from the movie they've watched far to many time.

It's after that he feels like he can say something. His mind finally grounded back to reality. "I'm sorry for shutting you both out. I was just... agitated, I guess."

The Monegasque has his fingers back in his hair in an instant. "It's okay, you needed space. Do you want to talk about it now?"

The youngest places sassy on his chest as a way to comfort him. Her hands intertwine with his.

"Just frustrated that my dad thinks I'm not trying. He started spouting that I'll never get anywhere at this rate."

"That a lie. Jos is obviously lacking brain cells." The youngest pipes. "I can throw him into a wall if you want?"

The idea actually makes him smile.

Charles was the next to move things in. Though it was mildly awkward explaining to his family why he was moving somewhere else.

Turns out he can't keep a secret. His family is accepting. Pascale welcomes both into her home. She takes a particular liking to the quiet girl who is still always between the two older boys.

His stuff takes up more of the apartment than hers. The contrast of red and blue is now showing everywhere.

"If Charles is red, Max is blue, and I'm always in the middle, does that make me purple?" She spouts while unpacking a box of ferrari shirts.

Max spits out the water he was drinking. Charles starts wheezing. And she is laughing at her own comment.

"Where did you come up with that, Chéri?"

"Just a thought I've been sitting on since we started dating."

"You're not wrong, though." Max is wiping his mouth clean from the water.

It's weird going places together. Not errands and things, but social gatherings. Charles has asked to keep things private for now. He's not fond of the questions people have about the nuances of their relationship.

They came and left separately. Usually, depending on who wanted to leave first, the other would wait about fifteen minutes.

A few months into the break, Lando Norris decides to call Max and invite him and his lover to a party. He does the same for Charles a minute after he hangs up with Max.

The three of you have to hold in your laughter as Charles tries to get through the phone call listening to the same details.

Despite what Lando said, this was not the type of party any of you are used to by now. At least not Charles and Max. She'd been to few and got overwhelmed by it all pretty quickly. Sometimes, she'd use it as an excuse to get the boys out of the apartment so she could have the cats to herself and play around with her powers.

Charles and Max both hate it when she does it alone. They've found her on the floor passed out on multiple occasions. She doesn't care, though. The visions and nightmares of her father were more reason to keep going.

Regardless, this party is small. Just a few drivers who had been in town or live in Monaco are here with their partners.

Kika and Pierre, George and Carmen, Alex and Lily, Carlos is here along with Daniel. Charles is seated in a solitary chair. The couches have been taken. Daniel and Lando on either side of him.

It feels nice and intimate in a way. She hadn't seen many drivers just get together to hang out like this.

Charles is ever the gentleman and offers her the chair, which she takes. Him and Max are now making themselves comfortable on the floor in front of her.

They're eating, drinking, laughing, and sharing stories from the past. It's nice and relaxing.

She taps Max's shoulder, alerting him that she's going for water and asking both boys if they need anything to which they reply no.

She spots Lando in his kitchen getting a drink. It's not an alcoholic one, just juice that looks like it could be alcohol.

She turns on his tap for water, and Lando jumps out of his skin. His eyes rapidly look between her and his cup.

"I like to mix my alcohol with juice...?" His voice sounds unsure. Does he think it's not okay to just have juice?

"Juice is a good choice, in my opinion. Alcohol is strong and feels funny sometimes."

Lando visibly relaxs. "Promise you won't tell anyone? They laugh at me sometimes when I do this."

"I promise."

Lando was around more after the party. He seemed comfortable around her and Max. He'd opened up about his anxiety to them and played far to many games with Max.

What they were not expecting was for Lando to show up at their apartment door at three o'clock in the morning. His breathing uneven body shaking like a leaf.

She knew what this was. She'd had plenty of panic attacks.

She guides him inside to the couch and is trying to asses the situation. Get his breathing to calm down so he doesn't hyperventilate.

It takes ten minutes until he's calm.

"Did something happen?"

"Just a nightmare, and I couldn't calm down after."

"Did you walk here?"

He nods his head yes. Exhaustion flooding his eyes.

"Is Max asleep?" He asks.

"Should be. He sleeps like a rock most of the time." They both giggle. Lando is now able to relax in a calm environment.

They are interrupted by two sets of footsteps. Charles and Max come barreling into the living room. Panic on their faces one minute and embarrassment the next. Lando staring at the with the utmost confusion.

The older boys are shirtless and in sweats. Max's arm protectively outstretched in front of Charles.

"...oops."

Lando is not stupid. He may be the youngest on the grid currently, but he's not stupid.

He saw how the three of them looked at each other. Charles definitely touched them both far more than what friends do.

Originally, he thought he was crazy for watching them. Yet he couldn't help but be intrigued. How they all interacted. How they just flowed together.

Now he sits on their couch. Max looks like he's guarding Charles and y/n. The Dutch has yet to sit down and is leaning against the wall. Charles is sitting across from him with the females head in this lap. His fingers running through her hair.

It's a terrible feeling. Like he's left out of whatever this is. Three of his best friends spend all their time together, and he's just here. Young and naïve Lando.

"Did you have a feeling this would happen, Mijn liefje?" Asks Max from his perch on the wall. She shakes her head no in response.

Lando had heard about her knack for predicting future outcomes. He'd heard rumors about magic and tarot cards, but she'd never said anything to him.

"Well, you're welcome to stay here in the extra bedroom, and I can't take you home in the morning."

"That sounds nice, thank you."

She woke up exhausted. She felt guilty for not having warned Max and Charles. Her mind to far gone that they were mad at her. She spent her night trying to get any glimpse of their future but didn't get anything useful.

She hid herself away in the master bathroom. The wet towel and the floor her new best friend.

She could smell breakfeast. Max is cooking for all of them. They learned quickly not to let Charles cook. Lest they all die.

She was in bed with them this morning. Only crawling out from their hold when she felt them stir.

Every question puts her further into the fog. Was she going to lose them? Are they upset with her? Is Lando okay with them? Would he tell people?

It's too much for her head.

She goes for another attempt. She knows she's overdoing it. The further she goes with less time in-between brings her closer to the edge of her body going numb.

Nausea creeps into her stomach, but she sees them. Further down the line. Happy and four.

Four? This could be shocking, and yet somehow, she already knew. Her mind just needs a but of confirmation that it's possible.

The nausea gets stronger. Her nose is bleeding heavily. She pushed it past the limit.

They won't mind, though.

Max is making breakfast and quietly humming to himself. Charles has his hands on his hips, the two of them swaying back and forth to the tune.

"Do you think I should go check on her?" Charles mumbles into his shoulder.

"She may want space after last night, she was taken off guard and might need to peocess." He explains, then turns his attention back to the pan.

"I'm worried, though. She was crying last night after Lando went to bed, and I don't think she slept."

Lando slides around the corner. His face lighting up at the smell of food. "Can I... can I have some?"

Max laughs at the Brit's excitment. "Of course. I made enough for all of us."

Lando sits himself on top on the counter. Watching the Dutch and Monegasque lean into each other. He takes notice that someone is missing. "Is y/n okay?"

Both boys sigh with heavy concern. "She had a rough night." Explains Charles. His body is fighting the urge to go get her. "I can't take it anymore, I'm going to check on her."

Charles leaves Max and Lando in the kitchen. His legs taking long strides back to the bedroom.

"So you guys all sleep together? Not like sexually- I guess - I mean at night to sleep."

Max smiles at the Brit. His curiosity was nothing he didn't expect. "Yeah, we pile into the same bed at night. All of us sleep better that way."

Lando hums. His palm rubs his face with anxiety. "Would you ever add a fourth?-'m asking for a friend..."

Max already knows. Somehow, someway, he already knows where this is going. "Depends. It took months of discussion before Charles joined us. But I'm sure if the right person came along, we'd be open to it." Max turns around to face Lando and shoots him a reassuring smile.

Lando's cheek tint pink, and Max knows exactly what he wants.

Charles leclerc is usually someone who panics. This time was no exception.

He'd seen plenty after his six months of being together with his partners. Particularly how the femal among them is prone to violent behaviors against herself. He's seen all of her powers now and how they affect her if she uses them too much. He's been there to help soothe her after night terrors while Max fetches her water.

He was glad she opened up to him about her past more. He knew the generally what had gone on but no details, nothing like what he knew now.

The prospect of her father coming back for her at some point is what drover her to the breaking point on most days.

Now, Charles is faced with a locked door and the sounds of thrashing from the other side. He'd tried picking the lock, something him and Max both learned to do after instances like this, but his hands are far too shaky to maneuver the pins.

So he does the only other logical thing and breaks the door down. Only enough that he can lean it somewhere and not let it fall on her, but it felt cool to kick it in.

Charles has seen a lot of things, but this is completely new. Her muscles are tensing at a rapid speed, and her eyes are rolled back into her head. Her breathing movements are unatrual.

"Max!"

It takes ten seconds, and he's there. His body and mind reacting to the situation. He's trying to hold her in his arms. Attempting to wake her up from whatever trance she's in.

Max hisses through his teeth when he touches her. Her skin in his searing his hands. Yet, he pushes through.

Charles feels helpless. "What can I do?"

"This has happened before. She must have forced a vision. She'll come out of it, we just need to make sure she dosen't die in the process."

The two boys are then lifting her body of the floor. Charles now carries her to the bed while Max runs around grabbing things. Mostly ice to cool her down. Charles rambles on to her about nothing and everything. Max said they should talk to her, giver her some to help bring her back.

Both of them forgot they left Lando in the kitchen. The Brit left to finish making breakfast in light of their emergency. Again, they are shocked to see his pale face watching the scene unfold before him.

"Can I help?" Is all he can manage.

"Do you want to trade places with me? I think the liquid benadryl might help."

Lando is taking over for Max tentatively. He takes the ice pack from the Dutch and places it on her forehead.

Lando can see the sweat and tears mixed with fresh blood. It's scary, and he's nervous. Why are they not taking her to a hospital?

Normally, she's the one calming him down. She always knows exactly what he needs to hear. He's not been in this position, and it scares him to see her like this.

He slides one hand down to her bicep. His fingers tap out the melody to her favorite song. A trick she used on him to bring him back to earth when he got in his head.

About halfway through, she's sucking in a breath, her body sitting straight upwards. Her eyes are no longer stuck to the inside of her head. She's still sweating like mad, and her body is twitching, but she's awake.

She's breathing heavily. Dry heaving and coughing into herself. Her hands are quick to find Charles and grasp at him, searching for the familiar comfort.

Lando watches her intently. Her sobs are painful. They sound broken, like whatever she's just been through was some sort of of torcher.

"Chéri, can I set you with Lando for a moment? I need to tell Max you're awake." Charles whispers gently. Lando takes note of how he's cradling her. His hands on the back of her head and under her legs to support her weight.

She barely nods her approval. Her body is slid close to Lando, who embraces her. Attempting to replicate what Charles was doing. He finds himself tapping the same melody on her knees.

"Was that you tapping? When I was asleep?" She chokes.

"Yeah, could you feel it."

She nods her head against his body. "You brought me back, thank you."

Lando lets his body relax into hers, knowing he at least did one thing right today.

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sugarcoated-lame · 2 months

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*no sounds just silent screams*

i like to think you tag these things then giggle knowing i’m gonna see them 🤭💗

*this contains smut, 18+ minors dni 🧡

@sebsxphia seb 💗💗💗 hello, my love! this has been sitting in my inbox for way too long, i am the worst i’m sorry for answering it so late 😭😭

but ok i’m not gonna lie… you’re so right, i literally do giggle sometimes when i reblog these things from you knowing that you’re gonna see my tags LMAO 😂🤭❤️

so that being said haha, forced eye contact with Joel…. yeah 🫠

I definitely think that soft dom Joel looooves gentle forced eye contact. Loves when you go all shy on him, your head tilting back, eyes drifting up toward the ceiling as he kneels at the edge of the bed between your parted thighs.

Strong, rough hands caressing your outer thighs as his plush lips trail sweet kisses and little love bites all along your soft skin, inching closer and closer to your core.

He soothes one of the bites with his tongue before murmuring into your skin, “What do you want, baby?”

“You-your tongue. And your fingers... please.” You just manage to squeak out between shallow, shaky breaths, already losing yourself in the feeling of his gentle touch so close to where you need him most.

Joel plants a kiss on your mound through the thin, lacy fabric of your underwear, his dark chocolatey gaze lifting to watch your expression as you shudder under his touch.

Only, he doesn’t catch your gaze when when he looks up from between your legs, finding your eyes closed and chin pointed slightly towards the ceiling — and Joel won’t have that.

Leaving its perch on your thigh, one of Joel’s big hands lifts to grab your chin. Making no attempt to move your head, but just cupping your face lightly, rough fingers lightly pressing into your skin.

"I won't do anything until you look at me, darlin’. Wanna see your pretty eyes when you tell me what you want."

The stern tone of his raspy voice has your eyes shooting open immediately, thighs clenching around his broad shoulders where he sits between them, a whimper leaving you at his commanding tone.

lashes fluttering as you tilt your head to look down to where Joel rests his head on your thigh, a bashful smile curves up on your lips when you find his steely gaze boring into you expectantly.

Leaning your head down just a bit further to drop a sweet kiss to the hand that still gently grips your chin.

“Sorry, daddy.”

And only once he knows your eyes are on him does Joel ravish you. Long, thick fingers of one hand pushing your pretty little panties to the side and pushing knuckle deep into you cunt, the other hand still gripping your chin as you moan out above him.

“Good girl. Just keep your eyes on me.” Joel commands from those pretty lips of his just before they wrap around your clit.

anyway, I need to go lie down for like 3-5 business days bc my brain is going brrrrr 😵‍💫🫠 thank you so much for sending this my dear, so sorry again for letting this sit in my inbox forever haha 😭 I hope you enjoy and ilysm!! 🥰🧡💗🧡💗

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madzlang · 8 months

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OOOOO I GOT SUM (completely optional -- I just saw ur request post on my feed 🤪) I'm thinking ...Simon 'ghost' Riley x wife! Reader SFW / Fluff -- where both reader and Simon got twin boys in their toddler years and no one in the 141 knows about it(hell they didn't know he was even married or the fact he has kids)

both reader and Simon have known each other for years (since they were kids) and one day soap decided he wanted to pay his LT a visit along with Gaz after finding out that his LT most likely (although not true) lives in a cabin by himself as a hideout until he has to go back on missions ....thoooo they ended up finding a large house with one of the twins peeking at the window which spiraled into reader finally meeting soap and gaz . . . . Simon is not very happy about it though and just wants to spend time with his wife 🤣

Anyways that's it and I hope ur night/day is going great 🩷

thank youu so much lovely ♥️♥️ hope your day/night is going great too and I hope this is okayy

Always and Forever

simon riley x fem!reader

warnings: nothing really, Simon being possessive?

Simon’s face buried into his wife’s neck as she cooked pancakes for their two sons who were playing in the living room.

He hummed into her neck, his large hands gripping her waist.

“Wanna go get Romeo and Sebby, please?” She asked softly, putting the two pancakes on two plates along with a few cut up berries each.

He shook his head, inhaling her scent and pressing short kisses on her neck.

“Simon.. please.” She breathed out. “The boys need to eat.”

He grumbled into her neck before hesitantly moving away and walking towards their living room, furrowing his brows as he saw his two boys looking out the window.

One of their sons turned around after hearing his father’s footsteps, a grin on his tiny face. “Spiky.” He giggled out, his blond hair messy.

“What’re you talking about Seb?” Simon asked, walking towards his boys and kneeling down behind them, looking out the window, his eyes widening and face dropping at the sight of Gaz and Soap, both of which were standing on the sidewalk, grinning at the toddlers who were waving to them, fascinated by Soap’s spiky hair.

Simon saw both men’s eyes look up at him through the window, their faces showing the same amount of fascination at the two, 2 year olds.

Soap grinned and immediately started walking up their driveway and towards their front door, Gaz following close behind.

“What’s taking so long, Si-?” She got cut off by the doorbell ringing as she walked into the living room. One of their sons ran up to her holding his arms out for her to pick him up, which she did. “Who’s at the door, Si?” She asked as he went to open the door, their other son in his arms.

He just groaned, shook his head, and opened the door, revealing Soap standing there, a smug grin on his face.

“Hey, L.T.” He grinned, Gaz standing behind him, with a small smile on his face. “Who’s this, eh?” He asked, nodding at the small boy in Simon’s arms, who was wiggling around, trying to touch Soap’s hair.

Simon groaned quietly, holding his son back. “This is Sebastian.” He grumbled.

“Si? Who is it?” His wife asked softly as she walked up to stand next to him, their other son in her arms still.

Soap’s gaze moved over to her, his eyes trailing up and down her body.

“I think the question is, who are you?” He asked, grinning.

She smiled back, bouncing one of their sons. “Hi, I’m-.”

Simon cut her off, seeing the look in Soap’s eyes. “She’s my wife.” He said lowly, glaring at Soap.

Soap raised his brows and looked at the other young boy. “And this is?”

“Romeo.” She answered softly.

Soap nodded grinning at her before Gaz spoke up from behind him.

“I’m Kyle.” He said, holding his hand out to shake hers, his eyes glancing at Simon. “We work with.. Simon.”

She raised her brows, shaking his hand.

“I’m Johnny.” Soap said, grinning at her, also holding his hand out.

“Hey. Si talks about you both lots.” She greeted them, not noticing the hostile look on her husband’s face as he continued bouncing Sebastian.

“Would you both like to come in? We have coffee or tea for you.” She spoke softly as Romeo played with her hair, tugging on it slightly.

“We’d love to.” Soap said, grinning as she stepped out of the way to let them into their home.

“Really?” Simon grumbled into her ear, his dark eyes looking into hers.

“You work with them, Si, the least we can do is invite them in. And they seem nice.” She said quietly, handing Romeo to him.

He shook his head, grumbling to himself as he held the two, 2 year olds in his arms.

“Hope you both don’t mind about me having to feed the boys first.” She said as she walked into the kitchen. “Feel free to sit down.”

They followed as she said, both of them looking around the house and at the walls, seeing the many pictures of their family and colourful drawings from the young boys.

“Not a problem.” Gaz said, looking at a picture from their wedding, staring at the unfamiliar smile and look of adoration on his Lieutenant’s face.

Simon came walking in, the two boys in his arms.

“Almost done with their breakfast, love?” He asked, leaning against the counter as he bounced both boys who played with each others hands and hair.

“Mhm.” She nodded, cutting up their pancakes on the small, colourful plates.

She put the plates on the table, sitting down in a chair and taking Sebastian off of Simon and sitting him on her lap, to assist him with eating.

Simon did the same, sitting next to his wife and across from Soap and Gaz.

“So, how long have you two been married?” Gaz asked after a few minutes of silence, apart from the two boys chewing loudly.

“Uhm, around 6 years, right, Si?” She asked him, looking up at him, her arms around one of her son’s torso.

“That’s right.” He said gruffly, one huge arm around the his young son’s body.

She looked at his face and could tell he was annoyed, her brows furrowing as she made a mental note to ask him about it later.

After a few minutes of casual small talk, Sebastian started wiggling around again.

“You okay, sweetie?” She asked her son as he reached his hands out towards Soap.

“Spiky.” He whined, gripping the table with his tiny fingers.

She laughed softly, rubbing his tummy. “You want to touch his spiky hair, huh?”

The young boy nodded enthusiastically, making grabby hands towards Soap.

“You okay with that?” She asked the man, looking up at him.

“No problem. Little laddie can touch my hair all he wants.” He grinned, leaning down so Sebastian could touch his Mohawk.

Romeo then started whining too about wanting to touch his hair because his brother got to.

She looked at Simon expectantly, making his grumble and release his grip on his son slightly so he could lean forward and touch Soap’s hair.

“Hey, you okay, Si?” She asked as he washed the dishes later that night as Gaz and Soap had finally left and the two young boys finally went to bed.

“Hm? Why wouldn’t I be, love?” He asked, turning around and wrapping his arms around her waist.

“You weren’t yourself today.” Her tone was soft as her hands raised up and ran through his messy blond hair.

He shrugged his shoulders, looking down. “‘M fine.”

“Si, don’t lie to me. Tell me what’s up. Why weren’t you yourself today? Was it because of Johnny and Kyle?” She asked, stroking his cheekbone with her thumb.

His face pushed into her palm, his eyes fluttering shut. “Just want to keep you to myself, lovie.”

That was a good thing about their relationship, they always communicated and even if they tried, they could never lie to the other.

“What do you mean, Si?” She asked, her brows furrowed.

He sighed, his dark eyes opening and looking down at her. “I just- I want you and the boys seperate from my work. When I come home from being away for work, I want to come home, not somewhere where we’re talking about work. And that includes people from work. Just want to spend time with my family. I’ve spent far too long with all of them for a lifetime.” He spoke lowly, leaning down and nuzzling his nose against hers.

She closed her eyes, smiling as he spoke and his words make her heart flutter. “Love you, Si. Love you so much.” She mumbled, brushing her lips against his.

“Love you too, sweetheart. Always and forever.” He mumbled back, pressing his lips to hers, sealing their everlasting love with a kiss.

#simon ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley x y/n #fem reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x y/n

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antimonyandthyme · 5 months

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oscar/mark, a/b/o dynamics

“You’re not being rational about this,” Oscar says, and he sounds surprised, as if he had fully expected Mark to roll over and acquiesce.

In all the time Mark has known Oscar, he can count on one hand the instances in which they’ve butt heads. Most often they rub up against each other with mild annoyances, Hey, answer your phone quicker, this was important, easily solvable things. But this galls.

It isn’t about the offer. Not even that it’d cross every professional boundary in existence, and then throw the whole rulebook into the ocean too. But that Oscar thinks it’s the rational thing to do. Cut and dry, as cold and as clinical as you like.

Oscar’s looking at Mark as if he were a puzzle he can’t figure out. Mark swallows down the fully formed retort on his tongue, Hey, buddy, I don’t know if you’ve noticed in your twenty-something or so years living on earth, but heats aren’t exactly rational—

But that’d just sound petty. And Oscar would just blink at him in that way of his anyway, that way that meant, Why are you so upset?

Mark isn’t in the mood to explain. Definitely not in the mood to explain to someone more than half his age why he doesn’t think it would be a good idea to spend his impending heat together.

“No thank you, Oscar,” he says again.

“But.” Oscar frowns. “I’m right here.”

He isn’t posturing, that much Mark knows, as sure as he is that Oscar would rather roll his eyes than click an extra button to complain on the radio. There are no hidden layers when Oscar speaks, Mark likes that about him. And it isn’t arrogance either. He’s just being frustratingly, infuriatingly, irritatingly, rational.

So Mark has no reason being angry.

“All the same,” he says, as neutrally as he can manage, “I’d rather spend it alone.”

There’s a small, selfish lick of satisfaction at the whipcrack ripple of emotion it causes in Oscar’s expression, which then makes him feel like a giant asshole. But whatever.

Heats. Rational. Sure.

When did we get so old, huh, he said the last time Seb visited, and they had ended up mostly napping like two lazy cats in the sun. On a regular schedule the suppressants work fine, throw in jet-lag into the mix and they see fit to wreak havoc on his body. Migraines and loss of appetite, and the doctor had advised to just lay off during the race calendar.

Which, alright, can be done, except there’re three out of four of the yearly heats that would possibly land on a race weekend.

He detests arranging for services during a race, and spending heats alone is no longer the end of the world it once was. Uncomfortable, certainly, but much less now than when he was younger. The good thing about growing old is that you learn some tricks. You listen to your body and its needs, except when it’s fucking whinging for an alpha who’s absolutely out-of-bounds.

Saturday morning has his temperature surging, and he knows making Qualifying is out of the question. He texts Oscar a perfunctory, Good luck, make us proud, and goes to hunker down in the hotel room.

He’s prepared. The mini-fridge’s stocked, and he’s brought an assortment of toys to deal with the gnawing emptiness. It’s routine at this point. Moan and snarl and curse his existence, grow lucid enough to switch the telly on while stroking his cock and fucking himself with a toy, then back to curling into the tiniest, tightest ball in a mass of blankets, all the while sweating and blurting out half his body weight in fluids. Heave himself up to eat a sandwich. Check on Oscar’s times. Dry-heave a little while texting him congratulations. Go back to bed. Rinse, repeat.

The one bone, the one benefit of having regular heats, is that they don’t last long. By evening, Mark’s body has settled into some not-yet-post-heat-but-getting-there state. His dick is still hard, but at least he doesn’t feel the need to give himself rug-burn by tugging at it every five minutes.

Convenient, because the door-bell rings.

“Fucking hell,” Mark says, unimpressed. “What are you doing here?”

He thought he’d made himself exceptionally clear. But Oscar’s here, looking about as far from usual Oscar as Mark’s possibly seen him. Anxious, disheveled, toe-tapping nervous nonsense. Eyes-shifty, red-cheeked. Impossibly endearing.

“I have had a lot of time to think about this,” Oscar says, which in Oscar-speech means he stared into the abyss for a couple of hours thinking about nothing else. “It occurs to me that I’ve been horribly remiss.”

“You talk like an old man,” Mark says.

“I’m trying to apologize,” Oscar says, agitated. “I didn’t mean to. Offer so flippantly. As if your heat has no significance.”

There is no significance, is Mark’s knee-jerk response, but even he can see it for the lie it is.

“I… was hurtful without meaning to be. I’m sorry, Mark.”

Mark nods stiffly. He might be out of deep waters, but the ache of loneliness takes some time to dispel. Best to close the door in Oscar’s face soon before his body gets any stupid ideas. “Apology accepted,” he says.

Oscar opens his mouth. “That’s not all.”

Of course it isn’t. Oscar smells like pine and those godawful expensive vanilla candles and this is just not a very good time. “Go on,” Mark says, through gritted teeth.

“I wasn’t being truthful earlier.”

Mark blinks. “About?”

“Rationality,” Oscar says, and suddenly it’s as if he hates the word. “That was never why I offered. I thought. I thought it’d be the only reason you’d accept. If I could make you see it as something easy. You’re here, I’m here, you know? Might as well.”

“Oscar,” Mark says faintly.

“Mark,” Oscar retorts. “You get what I’m saying, right? I offered because I want to. You know. Be the alpha in your heat. Christ. Is that how people go about saying it? I don’t fucking know, mate. I just want to help you, like you’ve helped me.”

Oscar sounds as if he’s practiced this in front of the mirror. Practiced it and then gone and fucked it all up anyway, because his ears are bright red and he’s looking as if he wants the tiled hotel floor to swallow him up. He’s staring at the ground, or, quite possibly, at the line of Mark’s erection through his sweatpants.

“Mark. Could you say something please?”

“I don’t think—”

“That it’s a good idea, yeah, I got that earlier. Could I hear something honest, please?”

Oscar’s never once asked Mark for anything. Sure, manager duties aside, Mark busting an arm and a leg to pave the way for a certain career aside, Oscar’s never once asked Mark for more. And now he’s asking, heart on his sleeve, and Mark’s too worn down to say anything but—

“It’d be nice.”

Oscar whips his head up. All hopeful, like a pup promised a treat. “I—what—really?”

“Nice, and completely irresponsible of me.”

“Okay,” Oscar’s saying, and already he’s leaning in toward Mark, shuffling eagerly forward such that he’s breached the doorway. “Okay, but. It’d still be nice, right?”

"Yeah," Mark sighs. “Yes.”

Oscar takes one more step forward. Something clicks in the right direction when he places one hand on Mark’s jaw, and the other on his hip. A lock being turned in place, a scale being tipped. Something like that.

Quick on the uptake, never slow to see his moment of win, greedy, hungry, opportunistic. All traits of a good Formula 1 driver. That’s his boy.

Mark closes his eyes. Regret can come tomorrow, after the race. He pulls the door shut behind them.

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kiatheinsomniac · 1 year

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hiii i see you're taking requests for black butler so i'd like to submit one, hope it's alright 😊 could you write a sebastian x female reader wherein reader is ciel's older sister (she knows seb is a demon and also his contract with ciel) and seb has a soft spot for her and is always gentle towards her because she looks exactly like his former lover who was also a demon and the only one he ever loved. then reader got sick one day and ciel ordered him to attend to her needs and not leave her side (he intends to do so without ciel ordering him), reader is touched but also confused by seb's caring actions towards her so she asks him why he's like this to her and he answers "you look exactly like her" then tells her the whole story, reader doesn't know why but she kinda feels deja vu bcs of that. then few days later when reader has recovered she goes to seb to thank him and kisses him (bonus: ciel and the others caught them in 4k 😆) i understand if you ignore this if the details are very specific. still, thank you 😊

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You groaned at the light pouring in from the doorway as it opened, hiding under your duvet instead so that the light wouldn’t worsen your headache. The sound of the door clicking shut was followed by the wheels of a trolley and footsteps, but you didn’t need those details to know who had entered the room. Sebastian had been looking after you while you fought your way through this illness. Your little brother had ordered him to do so but you knew that, order or not, he would have done so anyway.

You let out a sigh and pulled the duvet away from your face, the room now dark once more with only the pale moonlight filtering in through the curtains: enough to allow you to see but not enough to intensify your headache.

“Dinner, my Lady.” The dark-haired butler spoke quietly, mindful of your pounding head, as you shifted upwards, making your cat Daisy at the end of the bed stir awake to check up on you through one open eye before closing them once again. Ciel had been so against you getting a cat but you were his soft spot, the big sister that had brightened up his childhood, always taking him on days out and playing with him in the garden, teaching him the strategies of chess and skipping dance classes with him to get the snacks from the higher shelf in the kitchen that he couldn’t reach. He was the man of the house now with your father being gone and so he just couldn’t say no when you looked so happy with the feline (you have rules to keep her away from Ciel though). Sebastian was almost happier than you were with the outcome.

“Thank you, Sebastian.” You smiled softly as he removed the cover from the dish to reveal a mushroom soup with buttered bread. Your mouth watered at the sight of the still steaming, sliced loaf and how the butter had melted over it with it being so fresh from the oven. A tray was set on your lap and you quickly tucked in, tearing the warm bread apart and dipping it into the steaming soup, blowing gently on it to assure it wouldn’t burn your tongue.

Sebastian poured you some tea and set the cup and saucer on your nightstand, pulling at the fingertips of one glove to remove it. The back of his palm pressed to your forehead while you ate, checking your temperature and giving a little hum. You still had a cold sweat to you but you weren’t alarmingly burning up like you had been doing yesterday. It seemed you had powered through the worst of it. Sebastian removed his other glove and set it down on the trolley before picking up Daisy to scratch under her chin and play with her paws, admiring her toe beans and the way her claws would come out when pressed on. Daisy liked Sebastian a lot, arguably more than she liked you and you had to admit that it made you a little jealous in moments like these. As long as she was happy though, you weren’t too bothered.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence other than short little lines about how cute Daisy was or how you were feeling until Sebastian took your empty bowl from you and replaced it with a generous slice of red velvet cake.

“You spoil me.” You quipped as the dessert was revealed to you, placed on the tray upon your lap.

“As the only Lady of the house, it is only fitting that you receive the proper treatment, is all.” He replied, making you smile warmly. It was true that you liked the attention from your brother and the staff as the only Lady of the Phantomhive family, you were rarely left wanting for anything.

“You say that and yet I know that you defy the Lord of the house when you take me on particular outings into the city or sneak me desserts well past the appropriate time like this.” You replied as you cut off a mouthful of cake with the edge of the fork, humming in delight at how spongey it was paired with the smooth filling. He gave a soft laugh at having been caught out.

“Then perhaps, yes, I do spoil you, my Lady.”

“Oh, I never will get you to call me by my name, will I? I don’t care for formalities within my own home as Ciel does, you know this.” You truly had insisted on Sebastian calling you by your name as opposed to your title – you had successfully convinced the rest of the staff to do so and yet Sebastian seemed stubborn. You let out a sigh that Sebastian playfully rolled his crimson eyes at. You adored those eyes: unique and inhuman. You knew how your brother returned from being ‘lost’ those few years ago, you knew all about his deal with a devil and the true nature of the butler who diligently served the last remaining members of the Phantomhive family every day. “Come on, just say it: Y/n. Y-n.” You drew out the sounds of your name. He simply shook his head and resumed petting Daisy.

“And if I order you to call me by my name?”

“I would have no choice but to comply.”

“Because you’re one hell of a butler, right?” You teased.

“Precisely, my Lady.” You narrowed your eyes, knowing he was just pushing you to order him.

“Then I order you to call me by my name, Sebastian.” You said before taking another bite of cake.

“Very well. If that is what you wish, Y/n.” You beamed a triumphant smile at him. You stayed silent for a while as you finished your cake, happy with your win before breaking the silence.

“You care for me without Ciel needing to tell you to do so, you spoil me rotten and yet you keep a distance. Why? Dare I suggest you seem afraid of something, Sebastian?” You asked quietly, shuffling forwards and reaching out to pet Daisy with him, finding that this conversation would go easier if lacking eye contact.

“It takes a lot to scare someone like me, Y/n.” You liked how your name sounded on his tongue.

“So, what is it then?”

“Nostalgia, perhaps? Longing? A restraint for fairness?”

“You know how I so hate riddles, Sebastian.” You replied simply, feeling Daisy headbut your hand and yet it was a stroke from your butler that got her purring.

“You look just like her…” You knew he was looking at you now and yet it took you a moment to gather enough courage to look in his crimson eyes. You daren’t interrupt him.

“Who?” You prompted quietly when he went silent for a while.

“I had a lover once, she was a demon such as myself.” His lips pulled into a tight smile, “The sort that is unsavoury for a lady’s ears.” Ah, a succubus. You knew that Sebastian wasn’t above seduction when out gathering information for your little brother – had he learned from this lover of his? “She was so very dear to me and while us demons are very resilient, we are not indestructible.” He was interrupted by a mew from Daisy.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” You piped up after a while of quiet that quickly grew uncomfortable.

“Thank you…” Was all Sebastian said in reply, “However, I have a new Lady to concern myself with and so I must insist you rest more.” He tucked you back into your bed and tenderly brushed the hair from your forehead, gazing upon you for a moment too long before wishing well for your health and promising to check up on you later.

“Sebastian?” You called when he was at the door, wincing at how it made your head hurt, “Could you bring me tea and another slice of cake when you come to check up on me?” He smiled at the hopeful glimmer in your eyes, knowing he would cave to bringing you something sweet so late in the night.

“Of course, Y/n.” He replied with a wink and a finger to his lips for you to stay quiet about him breaking this rule for you.

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You beamed a smile when you stirred awake to the sound of the door opening, Sebastian coming in with that familiar trolley and setting a tray on your lap while you sat up excitedly. Daisy was happy to know she’d be fussed again too, getting up and stretching her legs while your tea was poured for you.

“It’s a shame that we can’t share this.” You mused.

“Wouldn’t that mean there would be less for you?”

“Well yes, but I think that the act of sharing something you enjoy with someone dear to you is even better than having it all to yourself, wouldn’t you agree?” You were as unlike your brother in as many ways as you were like him and it was amusing to the demon.

“In some cases, I suppose.” He replied as he set your tea on the nightstand and then sat on the edge of your bed, watching you eat the sweet cake. His hands were combing through Daisy’s fur and yet his eyes were on you: more specifically the cream cheese frosting at the corner of your mouth that you hadn’t seemed to notice was there. Your attention was caught by his little laugh, muffled behind a hand before you furrowed your brows at him.

“What?” You asked, his smile infecting your own lips.

“You have a little something…” He reached forwards to wipe it away with his hand but you captured his wrists and set them in your lap instead, leaning forwards.

“Where?” You asked with faux innocence.

“Vixen.” He replied and yet he leaned in all the same.

“Well?” You hummed once he was close enough that his breath was fanning over your lips, “What are you waiting for?” Your body seemed to tense up and completely melt at once as his lips met yours. They were cool and soft against your skin, still slightly hot from your recovering fever and you shuddered pleasantly at the small flick of his tongue against the corner of your mouth. Sebastian’s eyes seemed to glow in the dim light of the room as he gazed upon you for a moment before closing them once more and leaning in, only to freeze. Your lashes fluttered open, unsure as to the reason for his hesitation but he explained before you could open your mouth to ask. “The young Lord is calling for me.” You shared in his frustrated sigh before swooping in for another peck to his mouth.

“Go and sort him out then come back to me, hm?” You asked softly, thumb swiping over his knuckles.

“Of course, my Lady.” You pouted at him not using your name and he laughed gently, pressing a kiss to your pouty lips. “I’ll be back momentarily if I can help it, Y/n.”

“Ok…” You felt in a daze as he got up from the bed and left the room.

You hoped Ciel wouldn’t keep him for very long.

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callmehopeless · 1 year

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Ok I just had to Google what ‘himbo’ meant cause I keep seeing this word thrown around and SURELY we’re not calling Seb a ‘good looking but intelligent young man’ HE HAS READ ALL THE BOOKS IN THE LIBARY, he has to break into the Restricted Section to find new material to read! He might lack common sense but boy isn’t not intelligent 💚🐍

Say it with me everyone

You can be book smart and still be a himbo. You can be a genius and still dumb as fuck. The himbo is a state of being - the himbo is a dimwitted foolishness that comes from ambling through life, imposing yourself on the nearest person like an ape. Sebastian Sallow reads many books and knows a lot of things, but he's also driven by small brain energy

Sebastian Sallow is a smart boy who is controlled by dumbassery. Stupidity. Big Moron Energy. Sebastian is uncontrollably idiotic. He knows the right answer and chooses the wrong one anyway because he is a rabid, feral creature of a boy

Sebastian is an uncontrolled force for chaotic neutral himboism. Think of him like Thor, akin to Marvel's Avengers. Probably smarter than most people in the universe: but dumb of ass. Thicc of brain. A babe, but at the cost of crucial material needed to not be absolutely fucked

#hope talks #pugsnotdrugs92 #sebastian sallow #friday sleepover

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mopeyy · 10 months

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Seb request? Alright.

Sebastian and Slytherin!Reader (female) are on a cute little date at the black lake. Reader tries to get Sebastian to join her for a swim, but he refuses (something about it being dangerous to swim in that water). Reader just laughs and pulls him in anyway.

Dangerous Waters

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Authors notes: This request was so cute! I hope I did a good job to write what you might have been picturing.

The sun outside was bright and hot, but you and Sebastian were protected under the leaves of a tree. Sebastians head was in your lap as you ran your fingers through his brown hair, overlooking the vast lake Infront of you. You loved days like this with Sebastian. When your schoolwork was turned in and the only thing you had to do was count the freckles on his face. Days like this were perfect. Almost perfect. The heat outside was starting to get to you but seeming as you had already taken off your robe you didn't know what else to do. You were about to undo the first few buttons of your blouse when suddenly the lake seemed more enticing than ever. You let a mischievous smile pass over your face as you just had the greatest idea. Sebastian caught the look you had and instantly knew that something bad was brewing. "Sweetheart, what are you doing?" You didn't answer him as you gently moved his head off your lap and stood up. You started to make your way towards the water when he started to speak again behind you, "Oh no, MC. You're not doing what I think you're doing." You only flashed him a smile over your shoulder before discarding your blouse and skirt completely. You took a few steps back before bolting towards the water and jumping in. Sebastian yelled something as you jumped in, but it was all muffled as you submerged yourself into the lake. You stayed under for a while until you had to swim back up to get some much-needed air. When you resurfaced you saw Sebastian sitting at the edge of the lake. "Oh Merlin, I thought you'd drowned." You laughed at this before swimming up to him, "Why don't you come join me? Its way better then baking in the sun." He shook his head at this, "I'm quite fine where I am." You raised a brow at him in question, "What is it, does the Mr. Sallow not know how to swim?" You teased. He only scoffed at this, "He does know how to swim, probably better then you." You made an offended gasp before lightly splashing him with the water. "Come in and show me how well you can swim then." He rolled his eyes at you, "I'd rather not swim in dangerous waters. Haven't you heard about the Giant Squid that lives in there?" You suppressed a laugh before swimming away from him, "I have no idea what you're talking ab-" you cut yourself off, pretending that your leg got yanked by something underwater. Sebastians face flashed with worry before his cheeks turned a light pink when he realized you were only joking, "Thats not funny MC, the squid is real." You swam back up to him before grabbing his arm and giving it a tug, "Well then come in and protect me from it then." "Darling, don't you dare." You only laughed before pulling him into the water with you. You guys spent the rest of the afternoon fooling around in the 'dangerous' water, and it was still the perfect day.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy sebastian #sebastian sallow fic #sebastian x mc #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow x you

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palalabu · 8 months

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i have a question if you don’t mind answering. i only started following f1 earlier this year and what happened yesterday was mind blowing. seeing two former teammates help each other to a win, when drivers on the same team only care about themselves, driving faster than their teammate, beating their teammate, their teammate being the one they have the most competition with and then the idea of even helping someone on a completely different team, your rival, is probably most likely very unheard of!

all the official accounts tweeting, posting “carlando” - is that something that has been done before?? i don’t know if it’s because they know the posts will gain engagement and i know everyone jokes about carlando and there was the dts episode, but has this ever happened with a driver pairing before? i know f1 and the teams have had their fair share of bromances but this just seems crazy to me!!???

so i took sabatical since seb domination era. so i missed the whole brocedes era, and you guys need to let me in if they used to hyped up their bromance or not back then, before it all came crash and burn ofc. I'm just gonna preface this with that bc i think they were the only one that was known to be carlando level close.

so, there's this thing called liberty media, right. before they took over f1, f1 was simply put boring. it tried to be exclusive, and only for rich men who could afford rolex was the image they were trying to have. there was even a time where bernie ecclestone (the holder of f1 rights, the FOM basically) didn't allow the drivers to have twitter (but still they had it back then). so it was a very different treatment altogether before liberty media took over.

now, i started to follow f1 again in dec 2019. so yes, I missed all the actual carlando moments real time and had to catch up big time. and I was surprised to see how the media treated them. the interview with simon lazenby, the german tv asked them "who's the bride between the two of you". that was wild to me. this is official, major broadcasting stations. all I know was that f1 shipping used to be well kept in fandom spaces like LiveJournal (I wasn't even on f1blr back then).

but i think they (the media, team, and carlando themselves) didn't really use the term 'carlando' until around 2020, even late 2020 I guess. so i feel like things even escalate since then?

So anyway, it's just a different time that we're in. back then, social media was not used as much, so teams and media didn't have to keep creating viral posts. red bull was the most fun team you guys! and probably the only one who created content? f1 in general wasn't as popular as it is after DTS, so again, there were less people to entertain and I guess f1 had a more serious image.

and i mean ofc even back then there were drivers who were close friends, but I don't think the media paid too much attention to it. the only "pair" that I can recall being publicly known or like constantly linked up to each other was massa and his engineer, rob smedley, especially after the whole 'felipe baby' radio (just google it). but other than that I can't think of anyone else. like I know seb and kimi used to be really close when they were neighbors, but they were in different teams, so i don't remember they were doing features with the two of them or anything like that.

#carlando #hm that was long

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ghostiiess · 1 year

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[NSB HEADCANONS] - how the media team (and ty) would stop the boys argument

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pov: the boys can't stop arguing and the media team is getting really tired of it..

warnings: arguing, arguments, getting angry over a situation, i think that's all? let me know if there's more!

type: wholesome

members: all of them + bae, angel and manager ty!

note: y/n is not included in this one!

we already know how the boys are when they argue

they're talking back

their recent argument was so dumb

they were arguing over a music playlist

let's put that in context: the boys needed to clean the house, do some organisations in their rooms.. all these kind of stuff

(the rest of the hc is under the cut)

and kane suggested to put a music playlist on the house's speaker so everyone could hear it anywhere in the house

raising his left arm in excitation, seb smiled widely

"WE HAVE TO PLAY THE WEEKND'S SONG!!"

even though the boys loved his song, they weren't really in the mood for that kind of music

"nah bro, let's play rap music!" regie said

"rap music?! bro, it's so fucking bad!" darren exclaimed while scrolling through his phone "we have to play some good vibes music!"

oliver sighed "guys, let's not argue about that. we can always change the playlist every 15 minutes or so, so everyone can hear their music for a little while"

justin rolled his eyes "y'all suggestions trash for real"

seb sighed "guys, let's finish this argument. we'll play the weeknd's music! his song are super dope, and you guys can't tell me otherwise"

"fuck off seb. we always put his songs. let's put something different, like keshi's songs. they're all good!" exclaimed azngami

"keshi? really bro?" jp laughed not agreeing with ryan's style of music "it's not rocking hard enough"

while ryan was talking back, kane raised his hand and smiled

"since i'm the one who suggested to play music, i think i should be the one to decide the music"

"man's going to put anime music.." regie said under his breath

"HEY ANIMES SONG ARE FRICKING GOOD-"

seb rolled his eyes and took his phone and started to search for the bluetooth's connection

"the weeknd's songs are good too, kane. we should put his songs. we all went to one of his concerts, so i don't understand why we're still arguing about it."

"we're still arguing about it, because y'all have bad music taste." justin said "let's put tiktok songs and that's all"

the boys quickly started to talk louder and louder, while explaining why their songs were the only right answer and why they should put them on the speaker

"hear me out.. anime songs are usually without any english lyrics and have fast beat which mean to us doing the cleaning more faster and not being distracted by the lyrics or the beat. it's proven!" kane calmy explained

"nobody want to hear your fucking anime music, kane! we should put rap music, we'll be more effective due to the rapidity and it can make everyone's happy!" regie added

oliver sighed

"let's just play a random playlist on youtube.. let's stop arguing about this boys.."

justin rolled his eyes and sighed

"or let's just play lofi."

all the boys looked at justin

"what?? lofi is a good style of music to concentrate and do the chores. it's proven!"

silence..

"let's do oli's idea. let's put a good vibe playlist and that's all" ryan sighed while hearing the argurment reasoning in the living room

"let's just play the weeknd, guys. we all like his songs, anyways!"

"forget about him, bro! we won't put him on the speaker!" justin said

"boys, let's just play keshi's, okay? he's a good artist, i promise"

oliver rolled his eyes "at this point, let's just use our own headphones and listen to our own music"

"let's do it. because there's no way i'm going to listen to animes music.." sebastian said while laughing

"animes are good!! what are you talking about?!"

"kane.. nobody want to hear your anime shitty opening" regie nonchantly said

"i thought you loved these?"

"i do, but i won't listen to them during a cleaning session???"

"i have a solution!" seb said raising his voice

"if it's about the weeknd, you can shut your fucking mouth up" justin and darren said

"c'mon guys! we all love his music, it's like the best solution right here!"

"man's obsess with the weeknd" ryan quietly laughed with kane

without knowing it, the argument was getting louder, and louder.. to the point, the media went in the living room to stop the argument

"CAN Y'ALL SHUT UP?!" bae exclamed

"BAE, HELP ME. THEY DON'T WANT TO PUT THE WEEKEND'S MUSIC. PLUS, I'M THE YOUNGER, SO I SHOULD BE THE FIRST ONE TO CHOOSE."

"shut up seb, i'm the older. i should choose first. you choose last"

"WHY!!! i'm the youngest! it's like in board games: the younger start!"

while the others were complaining over seb's fav artist, they didn't see ty, who was standing right there in front of them

"I thought I told you guys to clean the house, not to argue!"

"y'all are for real serious..." angel said while checking the boys' face

"what is it even about?" ty said

before the boys could even talk, oliver stood up fom the couch and sighed

"they've been arguing over music playlist. i tried to stop them, but they're really stubborn"

ty sighed and looked at the media team in a desperately way

"y'all can go finish editing. i'll take care of them"

bae and angel did thumbs up and quickly went back to their editing job, leaving ty and the boys all alone in the living room

"you guys are fuking stupid, sometimes."

"do you like the weeknd, ty?"

"SHUT UP WITH HIM, BRUH" oliver said raising his voice to his brother "we won't put him on the speaker if it doesn't make everyone happy!"

"oliver's right."

"then, what should we play? we all have our own musical taste!" ryan asked "and seb, don't even open your mouth for this"

"chill, i wasn't going to"

tyler rolled his eyes and sighed like if the answer was obvious

"y'all seem to forget you did songs. let's just play your nsb playlist and that's it"

after a little five minutes of comments and proposition, the boys were (finally) agreeing with ty's idea

"alright boys, now that we all know what's going to be playing, you can now CLEAN THE WHOLE HOUSE AND SHUT YOUR MOUTH ABOUT IT. thank you"

"seb, you're doing the toilets!!" ratan said while laughing with oliver

"what? why me?!"

"we don't have speaker in there, so you'll be able to listen to the weeknd!"

"whatever.."

i hope you liked it anon! thank you for your requests!!

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effervescentdragon · 2 years

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sebchal + "Listen, I know you don't want to hear this, but my feeling for you still haven't changed."

hi anon ♡ i love you for this prompt, and im sorry, im kinda going through it these days. oops.

"Will you be okay," Britta doesn't ask, and he doesn't really answer. A shrug is not an answer, but she understands him anyway. She's spent too much time by his side not to know how he feels even better than he does.

"It is what it is," he says, and she nods and leaves him be.

Sebastian sighs, carding his fingers through his too long hair, and raises his head to look at the lights of Abu Dhabi for the last time.

"Are you being dramatic in your head, Seb?"

Sebastian can't help but smile as he turns. Charles comes to stand close to him, closer than he should, like he always did, like he always does. His face is wet with sweat, and his eyes shine beautifully in the lights of Yas Marina.

Sebastian remembers when those lights shone for his victory, and sends a prayer to the gods he's not sure he believes in.

Let them shine for his victory, too. Let them shine the brightest red and gold. Let him do what I could not. Please. Let him win.

"You know me," he says, and leans a bit on Charles. "Always too dramatic." He doesn't dare stay that way, not here, not under every camera in the world, so he pulls back. Charles frowns a bit, fiddling with his helmet.

"How - will you - fuck," Charles huffs, chuckling darkly, and Seb gets it. He doesn't know what to say either. He doesn't know how to feel. He doesn't think he feels anything, not yet.

It will hit him, like the victory hit him after, twelve years ago. It will all come, the torrents of emotion, probably when he's back home in his garden. It will come, the storm, and he will weather it, like he's weathered all the other ones.

"Seb," Charles says, then turns when someone yells his name. Seb doesn't look away from him, because this is the last time they can be like this. The last time they stand as equals, both in their race suits, both with their helmets, both just fresh out of the car, sweat and fuel binding them. "I have to go, fuck, but I have to tell you something."

Sebastian's first instinct is to stop Charles from saying it, because he doesn't want to know, he can't, he - he can't take it. Can't take either option of what Charles may say to him. He opens his mouth and reaches for Charles, about to stop him by any means necessary.

He makes a cardinal mistake, though. He meets Charles' gaze.

Charles' eyes are as green as emeralds in the night, and they are so full of emotion, Sebastian thinks he may drown in them like in an ocean vortex if he doesn't look away. Seb thinks Charles may be the only storm he wouldn't survive, if he stopped avoiding it.

"Listen," Charles says, and Seb doesn't want to, but he does listen. "I know you don't want to hear this," Charles says and smiles, and it's a horrible smile. Resigned. "But my - my feelings for you haven't changed."

Sebastian's heart skips a beat. Charles steps closer.

"You don't have to do anything, or say anything," he hurries to say. "I understand. I just think you need to know that, when you go away." Charles swallows, like saying the words physically hurts him. It hurts Seb. "When you are home, and saving the world from climate crisis, and raising - I think that's the word, raising your tomatoes, well." Charles smiles, and there is a lifetime of heartbreak in that smile.

"I will miss you every moment, on track and most of those off, and I will think of you, and I will always -" He falters, his eyes darting around until they settle back on Seb's. "I will always remember you," he says like he's saying something else.

"Please, take care, mon ami," Charles says, and pats Seb's forearm briefly, and then he's pulling away, leaving Seb speechless. "Goodbye, Sebastian."

Seb wants to say something, anything, but his throat won't work. Charles smiles again, and Seb feels like crying, but then he sees Mick and Esteban running to join them, and Sebastian tears his focus away from Charles and answers the boys as best as he can when they reach him, chattering about something or other.

His eyes never move from the figure in red walking away slowly, framed by the blinding fireworks of Yas Marina.

(Someone takes a picture of it, of Charles walking away. Sebastian wouldn't admit it, not to anyone, but he prints it out on his home printer in Switzerland, and tucks it into his notebook, the one he carries around with him everywhere.)

The seasons change.

He sleeps, and sometimes, he dreams of the lights of Abu Dhabi, and a smile that looks like heartbreak feels.

His phone is heavy in his hand whenever he opens that one text message thread. It's even heavier when he closes it.

The message comes an hour earlier, because Charles has never understood timezones.

Happy New Year, Seb. May this one be your best yet :) I miss you.

He looks at the screen until it goes black.

When midnight comes, he prays.

(Not for himself; but for a win nonetheless.)

The seasons change.

The new season comes.

Sebastian's fingers itch every race Sunday.

He perseveres.

(He prays, and tosses, and turns, and wishes, wishes harder than he's wished for anything in a long, long time.)

He wonders - if love is selflessness, why does it feel so selfish to love like this?

He manages to stay away until Monaco.

He can't help himself.

It's Monaco.

He stays at Lewis', and his friend says nothing about it, only gives him a pass to the Mercedes garage. Sebastian appreciates him so, so much.

He watches the whole weekend from the regular seats, only using his pass on Sunday. He doesn't see Charles properly until their eyes meet again, for the first time in half a year, over Charles' Ferrari on the grid before the race.

Charles does a double take, which means Sebastian did a good job of not being seen. His eyes narrow for a moment in absolute confusion, and the straw falls out of his mouth, and Sebastian has forgotten, how absolutely beautiful Charles is right until the moment he smiles that wide, happy smile of his straight at Sebastian.

He can't look away. He knows he may be a fool, and he knows this may crash and burn horribly, but he can't find it in himself to care when Charles is beaming at him, brighter than the sun above.

You just wait, sunshine, the words play in his head. You just wait.

Charles' eyes flick to his race engineer, who's telling him something and Sebastian is just about to move on, when Charles turns back. He mouths something at Seb, eomething he can't decipher. He frowns, but Charles just laughs. He points at his car, then at his starting number on the grid, and then winks.

He still can't wink. Sebastian finds solace in that.

Sebastian raises his crossed fingers, and Charles laughs again, happy and shining, and then people obscure his vision and he has to move, but he's alright with that. He makes his way to Mercedes garage, and Toto pats him on the back, then looks into his face and says "Try not to cheer for the competition on camera, please," and Sebastian just laughs heartily, and puts the headphones on.

When Charles raises his pointer finger up from the first place on the podium, staring straight into the camera and grinning through his tears, and George and Lewis both douse him in champagne immediately, Sebastian's laughter is lighter than it has been for years.

Interestingly enough, so is his heart.

He opens the text thread.

Do you have time for dinner with an old friend, Monaco GP winner Charles Leclerc? :-)

The reply comes almost instantly.

i do, actually!!!! how long are you here for?? :)))

Sebastian doesn't even think about it as he replies.

For as long as you want me here.

He doesn't even have time to be nervous before he gets the reply that makes him feel like, well. Like he felt in Yas Marina in 2010.

always, then. forever :)

#this is sappy and a bit sad and soft and a HEA #sebchal #cheb #im going through it #im going through it so so much #f1 rpf #effervescentdragonwrites #my writing #MANIFESTING SO MUCH

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damnitiloveyou · 3 months

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The latest spoilers seem to point to Aaron being the one who has inherited the faulty gene and to be honest it just seems pretty pointless as he has no partner or biological kids on screen so there isn't really any story that can grow from it, just seems like another way to give Aaron more misery and another opportunity to make him cry. If Robert was on screen and they had their baby it would make sense and be a great story opportunity but as it is it seems like a bit of a waste of time, it would have had a bigger knock on effect if they had given it to Cain or Caleb. I guess it could possibly be used as a way to bring seb back into the equation some how but other than that i can't see it can really go anywhere storyline wise.

Oh no there's no story point at all to having Aaron be the one with the gene. They did it to have Aaron and Chas sit in that flat and cry. They did it for Chas to feel guilty and Aaron to say nothing is her fault. It sounds like vomit inducing misery porn and just another way for Chas to be absolved of all of her terrible behavior. I won't watch a single second of any of it.

There's no point to any story they tell though. They don't know how to tell a story. They don't know how to build a story. They sure as hell don't know when or how to conclude a story. There's no point in hoping for anything better until these last two producers are out of the building. Iain needs to come in and scrap every storyline. Honestly that's the answer. Throw them all out and start again. Any storyline that's already begun on screen needs wrapped up as quickly as possible and then just pretend it never happened. There's going to be nothing they've come up with worth going forward with. If Robert was on the show and they were discussing the surrogate thing it could be a decent storyline, at least potential wise, but these producers still wouldn't be able to tell it well. They're just not capable of anything. I know lots of people want Seb back and, yes it gives Aaron his son, but I just don't know if I see them doing that without Robert. The show never views adoptive parents as real anyway so I don't know that I see them giving Aaron Seb if Robert doesn't come with him.

#asks #robron

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skitskatdacat63 · 9 months

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super obsessed with your art, seb looks soooooooooooo stunning!!! I am now very curious however, only if you feel like going into it, as to which other historical figures you align with which drivers?👀👀

AAAAAA tysm Grace!!!! Though I am so so so sorry for how rambly and long this post is gonna be, but you just asked me abt one of my brainrots!! I will answer your question but also talk about my history alignments and AUs in general LOL

But if I'm making comparisons of F1 drivers and historical figures, my brain kinda forces me to make it an AU because I'm like "this needs to make absolute sense historically and contextually.)

So, tbh of the four historical AUs that float around my brain, only two of them are really specifically about certain historical figures. The four are: Nandopoleon(About how Fernando reminds me of Napoleon), War of Spanish Succession(mostly about that era, but Seb and Nando are supposed to be paralleling Charles VI and Philip V), Napoleonic Hussars(which is about how , in general, Hussars = F1 drivers), and Rennaissance Muse(this just happens to take place in a different era.)

Explaining my AUs and the historical contexts(proceed with caution, its a lot)

Nandopoleon:

Okay so I'm really really am so deranged about Napoleon = Fernando, but I’ve not posted about it too much because I wanna make a well thought out post about it. But basically I think they’re similar people with similar characteristics and motivations. There was this period of time over the summer where I was only brain rotting about how well any of Napoleon’s quotes fit Fernando(with my fellow nandopoleon confidant @/sweatyflytrap haha.) Here’s some quotes as example:

“Victory belongs to the most persevering.”

“It is not necessary to bury the truth. It is sufficient merely to delay it until no one cares.”(Piasco era lol)

“Victory is not always winning the battle…but rising every time you fall.”

“From triumph to failure is only one step.”

"A soldier will fight long and hard for a bit of colored ribbon."(trophies y'know)

"Always carry champagne! In victory you deserve it, and in defeat you need it!"

Tell me Fernando wouldn't use these as instagram captions! TELL ME!!! But the other thing that was driving me crazy is how well excerpts from the personality/image section of Napoleone's wiki line up with testimonials from Fernando's doc. Examples:

"He cheated at cards, but repaid the losses; he had to win at everything he attempted."(Napoleon) "Whatever activity I take part in, I have this compulsion to find the compeititon in it."(Fernando)

"He could rapidly dictate a series of complex commands to his subordinates, keeping in mind where major units were expected to be at each future point, and like a chess master, 'seeing' the best plays moves ahead"(Napoleon) "When you talk to him, his mental capacity is so strong. He's talking to you, but his brain is thinking ahead"(Fernando)

Like c'mon tell me they aren't at least a bit similar??? There's a lot else I find similar about them but I cannot list my whole manifesto here skdjlsd

Anyways this AU would be Fernando as Napoleon and would be Webbonso -> Strollonso. Basically, Napoleon had two wives: his first wife, who was older than him and who he was super in love with, but had to divorce because they couldn't have kids, but he still loved her deeply. And then his second wife , who was much younger thanhim and from the Austrian royal family, and this was a politically motivated marriage but they still got on pretty well!!(also it's funny, before she married him she didn't want to be with him because the public perception of him made him out to be not the best guy, but then she wrote to her father about how loving and kind he was. very Strollonso, no?)

War of Spanish Succession:

Mostly explained it here and here. I'm not too interested in either Philip V nor Charles VI themselevs as individuals, but rather the roles they fufill in the "story." Though I will say, I got hit with a brick while reading Charles VI's wiki when finding out that he apparently had several male lovers! So I guess my AU having an arranged m/m marriage isn't even that far off the mark hahaha. Why did they have a 13 year war, they should have just arranged a marriage between the two canidates sigh sigh. But yeah, mostly Austria vs. Spain, I think it fits well with the Vettonso rivalry!! They would end up being: Fernando I King of Spain and Sebastian I Holy Roman Emperor hehe. Also I sketched some more:

Napoleonic Hussars:

Explained here as well as with art, and more art here. I'm really still proud of the points I made, I just feel very ardently about it!!! Not about any specific figure, but rather a historical group that I think lines up extremely well with F1 drivers. But this one is fun cause I can kinda insert any driver into it and they'll work pretty well. It's fun to figure out what kingdom what driver would be, either based off their nationality or the nationality of their team. I remember vividly staring at a map from this era trying to figure out where Maranello would be....But like Renault = Kingdom of France and RBR = Kingdom of Austria, and stuff like that

Rennaisance Muse:

Mostly just this post, I've not thought about this one incredibly deeply. Mostly just brainrot about how I think Seb looks like The David with his curly hair

#catie answer an ask without making it a soliloquy challenge: failed #hope this is at least sort of interesting to people other than me!#basically: I like reading about F1. I like reading about history. why not mix them :DDD #also sorry Grace that this ended up being more about my AUs rather than which historical figures align with who #if im gonna compare a driver to a figure then my brain is like 'this needs to make absolute sense historically' so it becomes its own AU #though i think fernando is a much easier driver than any others to make historical comparisons about #and thats really only bcs hes very specific with how he portrays himself and how the public eye is supposed to view him #hes much more of a 'character' and is easier to compare bcs historical figures also end up becoming chararictured bcs of the passage of tim #having a lot of fun with this most recent one!!! the idea of arranged marriage vettonso(with boy king seb) is brainrotting me #all of these have ships as well that theyre kinda focused around #hussars is the most general but Ive already drawn martian for it sooooo #and the rennaisance is also martian #nandopoleon I already said what it would be(god the irl age gaps align so well to each other)#and then obv spanish succession is vettonso arranged marriage #anyways aaaahhhhh fun side projects which I like to research and draw!!!#and ik ive said it a lot but thank you guys for showing interest!! its pretty niche i think....#catie.asks.#catie.rambling.txt #boy king au #hussar au #nandopoleon alonsoparte

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