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[lorna-d-m]

Drabbles & Notes

I may not always have time to write, but I have plenty of notes for stories or one shots that I would like to share in the meantime!

Lights Out & Away We Go

Notes: Little Laudas

Bloody Baron & High Seas

Notes: Lucky

Notes: Silver & Gold

Open House & After Hours

Notes: Pot Calling the Kettle Black

Notes: Spoiled

Miscellaneous

Idea: Vampire Zemo

Idea: Western Danny

Idea: Bareback

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[cazimagines]

Born to be wild - Chapter 21

Synopsis: Joining F1 as one of the first female drivers you knew was going to be a challenge but you weren’t prepared to deal with one particular asshole on the tracks. With the urge to win so strong within each racer, will romance pave the way? Or will it destroy everything?

Word count: 1.5k

Previous chapter: You and Niki had a trip out, though you still had doubts in your mind about what James had told you. Niki took it on himself to try and convince you to let them go.

A/N: Sorry

Warnings: Sexism

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You kicked your legs, looked down at your nails and sighed. You glanced at your wristwatch and sighed again. Your fingers fidgeted with your engagement ring as you looked briefly around the kitchen in Niki’s apartment. The Weiner schnitzel dish you had prepared half an hour ago lay on the table. The smell of it now lingered all over the apartment. Some flowers you had placed on the middle of the table drooped. It was a depressing sight to you. 

He said he would be back half an hour ago. 

Another sigh left your lips as you glanced back down at the watch. Shaking your head, you stood up from the counter stool. You grabbed your leather jacket, which hung over your chair's back, and collected your keys. Leaving the apartment, you jumped onto the back of your motorbike, already mapping out in your mind the quickest way to the Ferrari garage.

As you drove, you noticed dark clouds covering the sky. You groaned as the first few spits of rain landed on your face and ran down your skin. You could have turned back now and avoided the larger storm likely to follow, but you were more determined to drag Niki’s ass back home.

As you pulled into the Ferrari’s car pack, the rain picked up and limited your vision field. The garage was covered in mist, and you had to squint to see if you could see anyone.

You pulled your jacket over your head and tried to shield yourself from the downpour of rain as you ran to the garage. Usually, where Niki stayed was empty, so you pulled open the door to the backrooms. You were hit with a wall of warmth. You shrugged your jacket off your shoulders and shook your head to dispel the droplets in your hair. Your steps echoed around the abandoned hallway as you looked into every room to find where Niki had hidden from the rain.

Walking deeper into the garage, you heard men chatting and laughing. It grew louder and louder. The corner of your lips curled as you detected the Austrian accent amongst the Italian ones. You reach the room where you can see the light through the window. When you looked in, you could see the mechanics standing and sitting around sofas, many mugs piled around them. As you peered through the window, you could see Niki standing with one mechanic to the side of the room. 

You grabbed the door handle, ready to open it and pull Niki away when you froze. The door was thin, and the words came through clearly. You could hear what they were all joking about, but the window was small enough that none of them had noticed you. And for a good reason, for what they were talking about made your body freeze like stone. 

“So what’s she like, eh?” the mechanic next to Niki asked as he nudged Niki in his side.

“A good fuck?”

Niki looked to the ground, the faint traces of a blush on his cheeks, and he let out a few chuckles. 

“Well, you know what they say about women like her,” he replied, looking around at the mechanics as they all laughed and nudged each other, gesturing with their arms. 

“You will not keep her around, though? When you’ve learnt all you need from her, you’ll leave the bitch behind. She won’t stay in f1 long after that.”

Niki looked around at the mechanics before speaking, his awkward smile still plastered on his face.

“Maybe,” he paused, “once I win the championship… I won’t need her….”

“Yeah, show her where she belongs!” one guy you couldn’t see added in, and the other men around Niki agreed. 

You shook your head, feeling a tear slip down your cheek. You brought your shaky hand up to your cheek and tried to swipe it away. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest, rushing at one hundred miles an hour.

“She’s probably fucking that, Hunt. He can’t keep it in his pants to save his life. It’s what everyone says, even this Mclaren mechanic I was talking to the other day. He said he saw them together, and she was on her knees, if you know what I mean.”

The awkward smile on Niki’s face slipped; a grimace replaced it as his tongue poked against his cheek. He exhaled, looking at the floor. 

You took one step back, then another. Your eyes were still fixed on the window and not where you walked. As you took another step back, a sharp pain shot through your back. You walked into a cabinet, and the screwdriver that had been placed on it clattered onto the ground, the sound making you wince.  

You saw through the window as Niki looked up, and his eyes locked onto yours. 

You turned and ran. 

You could hear him shout after you. You continued to run. As he continued to call, you could hear the door slam open. You continued to run. 

You run out of the building and felt the heavy rain drench you. It was pouring. Your shirt clung to your body, soaked, your jacket remaining in your hand. Your legs carried you forward, eyes latched on your motorbike, which you had parked far away from the building. 

As you charged towards it, you felt a stiff hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you to a halt. 

“Y/n, wait.”

“Let go of me, Niki,” you snapped, refusing to look behind. 

“Not until you listen to me.”

You could feel the moment it fractured. It had been slowly crumbling the moment the first words left Niki’s lips, but at that moment, you felt your heart separated in two. In a messy, bloody explosion in your chest.

“No! You don’t get to say things like that and expect me to listen to you again,” you hissed, turning around and looking at Niki. His curled hair was drenched and stuck to his head. His skin was wet, glimmering in the garage lights. As the rain fell, his suit got darker. He frowned, eyes piercing into you. His hand was still on your wrist, and you felt your arm become numb from the contact. Hating the feeling of his skin touching yours, you wretched your wrist out of his grasp. 

“You don’t understand I-”

“Oh, I understand plenty, Niki. You were using me. God, I should have seen it. Why was I so fucking dumb?” You paused, your chest heaving as all the memories flooded your mind. “Even James saw it! And you lied to me!”

“I didn’t lie,” Niki spat out. His lips curled, and his eyes narrowed as he stepped towards you. 

“Stop fucking lying!!” 

You could feel wetness drip down your cheek, but you were too far gone to tell if it was from the rain or your eyes. 

“Our entire relationship was a lie. Every moment,” you sobbed, your chest heaving as you tried to rub away the tears from your eyes.

“Everything was a lie,” 

Niki’s stare hardened, and a scowl appeared on his face.

“So that’s what you think, then? That I’m a liar?”

“Of course you are! Saying those horrible things about me in there, I can’t- I never thought.”

You looked away and then back to Niki, shaking your head.

“I never thought someone like you could swoop so low. You really are an asshole.”

Niki’s eyebrows raised, and he scoffed, crossing his arms as he looked at you in disdain. 

“You’re so quick to fucking judge me, huh? But that’s not it, is it? You’ve been looking for a way out for a while, ever since James fucking spoke to you. Fucked you as well. You needed a reason to dump me so you could fuck him without guilt.”

You stepped forward towards Niki, feeling the anger surge through you. It burned, scorching through your veins and your heart that lay at the bottom of your chest. Your hand is raised without you thinking about it. Niki stepped forward, looking down at you, only inches apart.

“Slap me.”

You hesitated.

“Go on, do it. If that will make you feel good about everything you’ve done.”

You dropped your hand and shook your head. Taking a step back, your hand tugged at your finger, pulling at your engagement ring. When it slipped off, you threw the ring onto the muddy ground by Niki’s foot. 

“Fuck you, Niki.”

You turned and stormed off towards your bike. Niki doesn’t stop you. You jumped onto the bike, grimacing at the wetness of the seat. You rev the engine and pull out of the parking lot, thinking about what hotel you could stay at for the night. As you got to the entrance, you paused. Your mind is screaming not to do it, but the last piece of your heart is begging. You look behind. 

Niki stood still for a moment, his head looking to the ground. Then Niki kicked the ring laid by his feet; it flew into the air and then scattered into the mud below, sinking into the ground. He shoved his hands into his suit pockets and turned around, walking back into the garage. He doesn’t look back. 

You let out one more sob as you look away and accelerate out of the garage. 

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[lost-in-sokovia]

Niki would be the best Dad ever! He'll you and the kids rotten!

wenig niki

“no, niki, i cannot believe-“

“what? everybody should know who is father is, hm?”

you bounced your eight month old son on your hip on the sides of the racetrack as he reached out for niki, who stood on the other side of the sidelines from you. niki held up a little red racing uniform similar to his, patches with sponsorships and everything. in addition to spice it up, it had a little name tag with “levi lauda” written in red cursive like niki’s helmet.

“as if people can’t tell from the curls and aviators, niki,” you replied with a snort.

“just put it on him, come on,” niki instructed over the loud cheering of the crowd and revving of engines. levi smiled at his daddy as you scoffed in disbelief before briskly heading off to niki’s area. you hauled your son just inside the little enclosure, placing him on the small table to change him.

“as if your little aviators weren’t enough,” you mumbled to levi as he wiggled about, his flailing hands nearly knocking the headphones used to protect his little ears off the table. “daddy just spoils you rotten, hm?” you cooed as you exhaled, using more effort than expected to insert levi’s little arms and legs through the correct holes. you held the baby up, placed the sunglasses on his chubby face and headphones back atop his soft curls.

you sighed as you pushed the door open with your foot, hauling your geared-up baby back to the awaiting niki. as niki saw you approaching, he smiled and held out his arms.

“ah, look at mein kleiner junge,” niki cooed approvingly as he took the bouncy baby from you. “chip off the fucking block, hm?” niki said proudly as you gently slapped him for swearing in front of the baby. people walking by smiled and waved at levi, mumbling about the little niki lauda look alike. you smiled and rolled your eyes, poor little levi looking as though he was about to hop in the ferrari with his father.

“you spoil him too much,” you observed, trying to hold back your amusement with mock disappointment. niki kissed the side of levi’s head and ruffled the baby’s curls before handing him back to you.

“nothing is too much for my levi, only the best,” niki argued, absolutely infatuated by his son in his little red getup.

“niki it’s so hot in the sun, if he gets too hot or overstimulated i’m taking him out of it,” you cautioned. niki held up his hands in surrender, agreeing with your terms. “you better go babe, the race is about to start,” you suggested. niki nodded, gently tugging you over by the gold necklace that hung just above your chest. he enveloped you in a kiss before whispering suggestively in your ear, “how about after i win this race, i spoil you next and buy you a pretty diamond necklace, hm?”

your eyes widened and you pressed another kiss to niki’s smiling lips.

“kick hunt’s ass, babe. levi and i will be here.”

“don’t curse in front of the baby,” niki lowered his aviators to wink at you before walking away. you scoffed, glancing to the baby hoisted in your arms and adjusting his headphones.

“he can’t hear you anyway!”

jesus christ i’m so sorry it took me so long to do this, i hope you liked it!!

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[f1yogurt]

Snapshot in the Fast Lane - Chapter 2

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Chapter Summary: You and Niki meet up before the race, and the romantic tension continues as the two of you dance around each other on the track. Will someone make the first move?

AO3 Link – SNAPSHOT IN THE FAST LANE

Chapter Rating: G

Relationships: Niki Lauda x fem! photographer Reader

Chapter Tags: F1 Journalists, Photography, Niki Lauda, Heinz Prüller, Slow Burn, Awkward Flirting, Original Male Characters

Word Count: 2.5k

Chapter Warnings: none

A/N: And the slow burn continues! Fun fact: My original character, Henry Sutton, is a small reference to the British F1 photographer Mark Sutton who is still taking pictures for major magazines like Autosport today.

After a good night’s rest, you rose bright and early the next morning, ready to head to the track. It was race day, and as a photographer, you would need to be at the track early before all the other teams and drivers arrived. Which meant that you needed to meet up with the group of other journalists who were all taking the press bus together to the track.

You made your way downstairs, grabbing a complimentary water and bagel from the breakfast area on the way out. You already saw a few other journalists gathered outside. Sure enough, Heinz was there amongst the group, and you walked over to greet him.

“Morning,” you said, shoving the water bottle in your travel bag. In your pack, you also carried a few cameras and lenses with you, along with some extra supplies that you needed for spending an entire day on the track. Heinz grinned.

“Good morning,” he replied. “Excited for today? It should be a good race.” You nodded, putting on your sunglasses to shade your eyes from the rising sun.

“Yes, I’m excited,” you replied, taking a bite of your bagel and adjusting the bag on your back. “Should give me lots of opportunities for great photos. Any predictions on podium positions?” Your question immediately had a few journalists call out their predictions.

“Clay!” one of them shouted.

“No, Lauda! He has the season record, no way he’s going to lose it now!”

“Definitely going to be Hunt and Scheckter on this track. James will be up there for sure!” The chatter among the men got louder as they began to debate the race winners. 

Predicting the top drivers was typical on race day. It was crucial for all of you to try and position yourselves for an interview or photograph at the winning team’s garage. Photos of podium drivers would earn you money, but pictures of a driver on the back of the grid weren’t likely to sell to anyone. Such was life in the Formula One circus.

The bus finally could be seen in the distance, and you sighed as you shoved the last bit of bagel in your mouth. One of the journalists walked up to you, and you recognized him as Henry Sutton. He was a friend of yours and a British journalist who worked for a popular magazine in England. He was also a man who was in constant need of photographs for his articles.

“Hey, my editor is looking for a clean picture of Fittipaldi,” he said. “Can you do that?” The man looked slightly desperate, and you chuckled.

“Of course, Henry, you know I can,” you said. “Give me your card, and write your editor’s number on the back. I’ll chat with you both later, and we can negotiate prices once I have the pictures.” Henry pulled out a pen to write a few things on a card and then handed it to you, thanking you again.

The bus finally pulled up to the curb, and everyone began to file into a line, all crowding together.

“I think I’ll hang around the McLaren garage,” Sutton said, walking up the steps of the bus in front of you. “James is sure to be up there in the rankings today. Even if he doesn’t finish well, he’s always game for an interview.” You hummed thoughtfully.

“I’m predicting a Lauda win,” you said, grinning as you took your seat next to Heinz. “You can find me in the Ferrari pits.” Heinz just chuckled fondly.

“As always.”

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The bus ride was typical, filled with lots of chatter about the latest paddock gossip. It wasn’t long before you arrived at the track, and the media circus immediately headed for the breakfast tent. There was a cook specifically set up to feed the majority of the journalists, commentators, and photographers at the circuit throughout the day, and all of you wanted breakfast before the drivers arrived.

There were a few picnic tables set up outside the cooking station, and already, a few people sat eating. Murray Walker was among them, and he was currently involved in telling some elaborate story about Jackie Stewart pranking him in the commentary box.

You grabbed your food and then headed back to the table, sitting far enough away from the group that you wouldn’t be pulled into the conversation. Heinz, Sutton, and a few other photographers came to sit near you, and you all ate to the pleasant tune of Murray Walker commentating in the background.

Suddenly, you heard the familiar voice of someone you least expected to be there.

“So, when were one of you going to invite me to breakfast?” You looked up to see Niki Lauda strolling casually over to your table. He was dressed in civvies, wearing casual jeans and a sweatshirt instead of his usual racing gear. The other journalists were just as surprised to see him, and a few called out greetings as Niki came up to the table.

“Hey, Niki!” Heinz greeted, patting the empty space next to him. “Come, take a seat. I am sorry we didn’t send you a formal invitation.” Niki nodded gratefully and he set his bags down before taking a seat next to his friend. He was positioned directly in front of you, and when he looked up, he held your gaze and smiled shyly. You smiled back, remembering the conversation the two of you had yesterday in the garage.

“Niki, the race does not start for another six hours!” an Italian commentator who was sitting a few seats down said, leaning over so that he could see past a few of the men. “What are you doing here?” Niki cleared his throat as the group looked at him curiously.

“I flew here, in a helicopter,” he said, as if people just strolled in on their private helicopter every day. “I am still learning, earning hours to get my pilot's license, so I thought why not do a lesson this morning? But I left with plenty of time to get here if something went wrong. Fortunately, everything went according to plan. Now, I just will spend a long day at the circuit. No problem.”

There was a short silence of awe before a Spanish journalist spoke up.

“Niki, take me with you for a ride!” he said, giving Niki a charming wink. “I promise, I will do the best story about your flying lessons! It will make the front page, I guarantee it!” This kicked off a round of a few other journalists trying to jockey for position. 

Even though most of them were teasing, you watched as Niki started to wilt under all of the unnecessary attention. Lauda declined a few of the men politely, and soon, most of them lost interest and began to chat amongst themselves. You took the opportunity to address Niki alone.

“A helicopter?” you questioned curiously, hoping to pull him out of whatever shell he had closed himself off in. Plus, you were truly interested. “That sounds fun. When did you start flying lessons?” 

Niki looked up at you with such an adorably surprised expression, that it made you wonder how many people had genuinely asked him about his interests before. His face lit up in eagerness, and he began to explain how he got interested in flying, and all of the lessons he had done so far. It was truly another side of him, this flying business, and even though you couldn’t understand most of the aircraft jargon in his explanations, you felt your heart flutter at seeing him talk about one of his passions.

“So, that is how I came to be here, early this morning,” Niki continued, his gaze never leaving your face. “My instructor agreed to fly with me, but I admit, I may have bullied him into it. He wasn’t exactly happy to leave the airport before sunrise.” You chuckled, and you were rewarded with another one of his genuine smiles. 

There was a comfortable lull in the conversation, and you watched as a few of the journalists began to get up from the table. No doubt everyone was going to begin setting up their equipment and walking the garages to position themselves for when the rest of the drivers arrived. You weren’t exactly ready to leave yet, though, and it didn’t seem like Niki was either.

“Are you always here this early?” the Austrian asked, not bothering to get up with the rest of the group. You nodded.

“Usually, yes,” you told him, taking a drink from your water bottle. “Most of the media get here early because we need to be here before the drivers arrive. Most often, I use the time to scope out the circuit, and maybe take a few photos of the lower Formula divisions.” You watched as Niki nodded thoughtfully.

“If you have time later, Ferrari is having a strategy meeting at 11:00. I am hosting it in my trailer, and you are welcome to join us,” Niki said. Heinz, who was still sitting next to him, looked up at you in pleasant surprise. It took everything in you not to stare at the way the journalist was grinning and giving an exaggerated wink, out of Niki’s field of vision. You guessed, by his friend’s reaction, that Niki didn’t usually invite people into his private space like this. Maybe this was his way of asking you out in the workplace.

“Yes, I’d love that,” you said, managing to keep a relatively straight face as Heinz shot you a proud look. Damn the man, he was turning into quite the matchmaker.

“Good,” Niki said, nodding in that blunt, matter of fact way of his. However, his pleased expression softened the harshness of his words.

“Alright, well it sounds like you two have a plan,” Heinz announced loudly, getting up from the table. “I will be in the commentary box, as always. Niki, if–no, when you are on the podium, I will see you there for a television interview with ORF. Good luck, my friend.” Heinz patted Niki’s shoulder good naturedly.

Niki nodded his thanks to his friend, and before he could leave, Heinz he leaned down to say something softer to Niki in German. Whatever the journalist told him caused Niki to blush and look at you.

“Well, you two have fun,” Heinz said, giving you a wave. You waved back, and Niki flipped him the bird, making you laugh as you watched Heinz hurry to catch up with Murray Walker and a few of the other television presenters. After he left, you turned back to Niki, and you couldn’t help but tease him.

“What did he say?” you asked, a playful smile on your face. Niki’s cheeks still had a pink tinge to them, and you watched as he shook his head, looking away shyly.

“Nothing,” he told you, although you laughed at the straight up lie. You wouldn’t force him to tell you though, because his discomfort was endearing, and you had more than one idea of what Heinz had told him.

“I’m sorry if I’m holding you up, by the way,” you said, beginning to gather your things. “I know you usually stay in your trailer before the race.” Niki shook his head, looking eager to continue talking with you.

“No, it is no problem,” he said, standing up as you did. “I have time this morning. I usually walk the circuit this early. Before the fans get here and I have to start signing autographs or doing interviews. Would you like to come with me?” You smiled at his offer. That was the second time he had invited you to do something with him this morning.

“Yes,” you said, swinging your backpack over your shoulders. Niki nodded again, and you watched as he hurried to grab his own bags, which had the Ferrari logo on them.

“Good. We can drop our things at my trailer, and then we can go.”

After stopping by Niki’s trailer to put away your camera equipment, the two of you set off for a stroll around the track. You ducked into a few garages to see the progress of upcoming Formula 2 and 3 drivers, and Niki made some remarks about his own time spent in the lower divisions.

The weather was nice enough that you could stroll around without feeling the sun beat down too harshly. Niki made frequent jokes about some of the young drivers, and you found yourself laughing most of the time in his presence. Before the first race, the marshalls opened up the track for some kind of inspection, and so you were able to walk around the circuit along with some of the other drivers and press officials. 

Niki did his usual inspections of the road and the barriers as you walked, but he also kept up a steady commentary about the track, and about which corners he found the most difficult. It was honestly very refreshing, and you noticed that Niki seemed to really relax here, in his element.

You told him about some of your favorite spots to take pictures, behind the barriers of a few of the most difficult turns, and Niki just shook his head and said you were crazy to be out there like that.

Soon, the handsome Austrian was complaining that if he walked any longer, he would be too tired to race. So, with a laugh, you agreed to head back to his trailer. There, you picked up your things again, and you found yourself sad that your time together was ending.

“Thanks for walking with me,” you told him, holding out your hand, figuring that a handshake wouldn’t hurt. Niki grasped your hand lightly, but instead of shaking it, he turned your wrist so that the back of your hand was face up. He held your fingers gently, and when you didn’t pull away, he leaned down and gently kissed the exposed skin.

“Thank you,” he said. “I enjoyed it. I love your company.” He released your hand and for a moment, you were speechless. The gesture had surprised you, but it wasn’t unwanted. You were about to respond, to say something about loving his company even more, but there was suddenly a commotion of noise behind the trailer. It looked like a few drivers were arriving, and you gave Niki an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, I have to go,” you said, stepping down from his trailer. “I’ll see you at 11 for the meeting.”

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[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Lesson Never Learned - Niki Lauda

Yeah, this kinda goes against all my morals, but I've consumed so much dark stuff over this past month and I just had to get it out of my system

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), dubcon, slight misogyny, slapping, spanking, biting, scratching, blood and blood tasting, degradation, gagging, and that's all I think?

2.5K Words

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Niki felt boiling hot anger burning throughout his body, threatening to make him do some impulsive. But how could he not when he was the victim of such an appalling prank?

The red and white paint of his F1 car was ruined, a thick black paint covering the side of the vehicle with two irritating words: Rat Boy.

James struggled to hide his smirk, small squeaky giggles escaping his lips as he watched Niki storm up to him with steam practically shooting out of his ears. "What the fuck?" Niki yelled loudly, gathering everyone in the vicinity's attention.

"What's got you all riled up this time, Kraut?" James retorted in annoyance.

"My car, you asshole! You ruined it! Do you know how much money it's going to take to get it repainted, huh?" His accent was thick and heavy as his anger just kept growing. "I made it very clear I did not want to participate in such childish activities!"

"Aw, come on, Niki. Lighten up, man. It was just a prank, besides, I'm not even the one who did it so leave me be."

Niki furrowed his brows in confusion, not entirely believing him. "If not you, then who? Please, point me in the direction of the asshole who did this so I can box his ears."

"It was Y/n." James smirked as he watched Niki's expression drop.

"Y/n? That new female driver?" Niki was almost in complete and utter shock, still having difficulty believing that a newbie would even dare to mess with anyone, even if there was a prank was going on. "Where is she?" Niki asked lowly, his eyes darkening.

You were laughing with one of your fellow drivers when you heard the doors slam open, a fuming Niki speed walking straight towards you. "Bitch! You ruined my car!"

You giggled to try and mask your fear. "Chill, man. It's not permanent, it'll wash off."

"It doesn't matter if it's permanent or not, you still disrespected me by involving me in these stupid prank wars!"

"It was a prank! It's harmless!" You snapped at him. "Look, if you're really so emotional about your precious car's paint, I'll come by your garage and wash it off. How bout that?"

"Fine. Come by my house, my car will be there. No later than five p.m. or I'll have you disqualified." Niki walked off with a huff, leaving you to fail at steadying your rapidly beating heart.

"Well, how'd it go?" James teased.

You rolled your eyes and pushed him roughly. "I never should've listened to you. I didn't even want to prank him in the first place, but now I have to go to his place and play slave and wash his precious car."

"Sorry, kid." James laughed, clearly not sorry. "I just wanted to do it so bad but I knew he'd punch me if I were the one to do it, and I can't have anything ruining my face, especially not by the Rat. But since you're a woman, he won't be so hard on you."

Yeah, that's what you thought too.

You arrived at Niki's home still wearing your driver's uniform, it was already kind of dirty so you weren't going to dress up in something clean just to get it dirtied up when you washed his car. It was so stupid, it was just a prank. Why'd he have to be so angry about it, even after you told him it can be washed off? Did he have to be a pretentious jagoff all the time? No matter, you'd just clean the car as fast as possible and never prank him again, you weren't that stupid.

"Took you long enough!" Niki called out to you from his front porch, eating a small bowl of what you gathered was yogurt.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "I'm right on time, thank you very much."

"I said five p.m., it's six past five."

"Oh my god, you're such a douche." You muttered to yourself. "Where's the car, asshole?"

"In my back garage, you'll have to come through the house to get to it."

"You couldn't have just, ya know, placed it out here?"

"And make this easy for you? No, I'm going to savor this."

"Of course you are..."

In all fairness, washing off the paint wasn't too terribly taxing, but the paint that you used was messy and the washed off paint got all over your jumpsuit. It was easy to wash off the car, but it stained your clothes. Crap. You didn't really live in a well off apartment, it was small and it didn't have a washing machine and dryer, and the nearest twenty four hour laundry mat was a good hour away; and with a busy and early day tomorrow, you couldn't possibly take the time to make a run. You thought about your options and only came up with one.

"You look filthy." Niki stated boldly, but you were so used to his bluntness that it didn't even bother you anymore.

"Yeah, I cleaned your car. It's spotless, I can see my own reflection in it. But I wanted to ask if I could use your laundry machine? Like you said, this is filthy now and I don't have a spare. With the practices and meetings tomorrow, I really want to look at least a little clean."

Niki pondered for a moment before reluctantly agreeing. "Take a shower too, you smell as bad as you look."

You avoided Niki as much as possible around his own house, taking a shower first and using one of Niki's many robes so that you could do your laundry while not completely naked. You felt uncomfortable as you noticed Niki's gaze trail your figure up and down as you passed by him in one of his hallways, trying to ignore the vulnerable but somewhat arousing feeling that came with the situation. You just decided to wait in his living room until you heard the alarm that your laundry was ready, but by the time you reached the laundry room, your clothes were already gone. What...?

"Niki?" You called out, then hearing him call out to you from another room. You found him in his bedroom, holding your freshly cleaned clothes, a smirk settled on his face.

"Looking for these?" He teased.

You rolled your eyes. "Really, Niki? Very funny, now give them back and I'll get going."

"Who says I want you to go?"

"Well, that's not up to you." Niki raised his brows, almost challenging you, but you wouldn't put up with it. You stormed over to him and just before you were about to grab your clothes out of his hands, he lifted them above his head, smiling in amusement as you were too short to reach. "God, you're such an asshole. No wonder nobody likes you." You seethed, pushing his chest when he wouldn't let up.

"You think I care who does or doesn't like me? I couldn't give less of a shit, especially an immature person like you. But as you were washing my car, I got an idea. It's not enough for you to just taking responsibility for your actions, I need to personally teach you a lesson in humility. And I have just the way to teach you." You flinched when Niki pulled you to him by your hips, his grip firm but gentle. "I've always noticed, how well your clothes grip your form, now wearing one of my robes...I wonder how you look underneath?" You couldn't help but clench around nothing as he looked at you like he wanted to devour you, briefly licking his bottom lip before surging forward and kissing you harshly.

You quickly pulled away, slapping him hard and winding back to do it again, but he caught your wrist. It seemed the slap only spurred him on further, capturing your lips in a searing kiss once more, discarding your clothes onto his bed and using his now free hands to hold onto your hips tightly, all the while you continued to struggle against his advances.

Niki grunted in pain as you bite into his bottom lip, your teeth breaking the sensitive flesh enough to draw blood. He brought his hand up to inspect the damage and you feared you hammered the final nail in your coffin as he looked back at you with a dark lustful stare as he looked at the droplets of blood on his thumb. You whined as Niki forcefully shoved his blood covered thumb into your mouth, making you clean it off and swallow it. "Just as good as the taste of cum, wouldn't you say?" Niki asked, chuckling as you tried to retort with his thumb still in your mouth. "Maybe I should keep you just like this? Gagged so you can't run your big mouth."

You furrowed your brows in anger, pissed off to the nth degree. You didn't even hesitate as you lifted up your foot to ram it down painfully on Niki's foot, him yelping at the dull pain. "You're not gonna make this easy on me, are you? That's okay, I like a challenge. I've never had proper training on how to break wild mares, but I'm a fast learner."

"Did you really just compare me to a fuckin' horse?" You scowled, his grasp on you still surprisingly tight even after your continuous assaults. In your mind, you absolutely hated Niki, you were determined to make him suffer for being such a pretentious prick. But your pussy was telling you something else, considering you were sopping wet and constantly clenching and aching for some sort of friction against your core, you decided that trying to make him work for it might be fun.

You cried out as he pushed you against the wall, the back of your head hitting the hard surface slightly, making you a little dizzy; a harsh slap to your face immediately followed by a sloppy open-mouthed kiss made your head spin, and you felt you couldn't get your bearings anymore as he threw you on the bed. "Let go of me, you sadist!" You yelled angrily, spitting in his face as he tore off your robe, your core aching incredibly as he dominated you effortlessly.

"You vicious little whore!" Niki shouted, making you yelp as he smacked your naked thigh in anger, undoing his belt with one hand while the other pushed you down onto the mattress. Removing the rest of his clothes, Niki hovered above you, pinning your wrists with one hand and forcing your legs apart with the other, lined himself up with your entrance, and pushed inside you without warning or preparation. The painful stretch satisfying that ache in your core, but causing white hot anger to spread through your body. "Fuck, if I had known how amazing your cunt feels, I would've taken you already." He spoke as his lips stretched out along his overbite to form a dark grin.

You managed to get one of your hands free, reaching up and scratching his rat like face, your own evil grin forming when Niki groaned and red marks formed along his face. "Oh, I'm the sadist, huh?" Niki snapped, taking his belt and flipping you around, using it to mark the skin of your ass. You tried to wiggle out of his grasp as he whipped the leather across your fatty flesh, but the pleasurable pain forced you into submission. But, you then tried to kick at him as soon as he started to tie your hands behind your back with his belt, struggling like an animal being captured. "This'll go easier if you just stop fighting." Niki panted, lining himself up with your entrance once more before thrusting into you roughly.

"Fuck-!" You yelled, his cock brushing up against all the right places as he kept up a steady rhythm.

Keeping a hand on your bound wrists, Niki's other hand traveled its way to keep a firm grip on your jaw. He pulled away with a shout as he felt your teeth sink into his skin, leaving bloody indents. "You feral bitch." Niki grabbed the first thing he saw, your previously discarded undergarments in the pile of your clothes and shoved them into your mouth, forcing you to shut up from the makeshift gag. "That's it, take it like a good girl." Niki panted, gripping your throat tightly and pulling you up against his chest as he kept up a fast pace, an orgasm already bubbling up in your body against your will.

"You close already, Schlampe? Damn, and here I thought you were disgusted at the sight of me?" He chuckled, removing the fabric from your mouth so he could hear your desperate moans more clearly.

"You do disgust me!" You groaned, trying not to stutter as he kept hitting that special spot inside you.

"How sweet." He chuckled breathlessly. "Come for me, feral slut." Niki rubbed vigorous circles on your swollen clit while constantly slamming into you, making you jolt every time from the force of his thrusts. You tried to hold on, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but god, it felt so fucking good. "Is your hatred for me stronger than your desire to come, kleine maus?"

You couldn't take it anymore.

Eyes rolling to the back of your skull, you let out a deep guttural groan as your climax washed over you, so loud that it strained your vocal cords. But then, it just wouldn't fucking stop. It felt like your orgasm would never end. Soon, your groans turned into high pitched squeals as you rode out the last of your breathtaking release, it gushing out of you and dripping onto Niki's expensive sheets. You were so out of it that you didn't even realize what was happening until you felt the tip of his cockhead brushing against your lips.

"Open." He ordered, and you had no strength left to keep up your bratty act. Opening your mouth and catching his release obediently like a good little pet, even swiping your tongue across your upper lip to collect a drop that missed your mouth, sucking on his tip for a few seconds before he finally pulled away with a content sigh. You didn't resist as he moved to sit behind you, gently pulling you onto him so that your back lay on his chest, your sweaty bodies sticking together.

"When's the last time you came that hard?" Niki asked with a smug smirk, causing you to roll your eyes.

"Yesterday." You panted, still fucked out and limp in his arms, clearly contradicting yourself, then crying out as he slapped your overstimulated clit.

"Next time, maybe I should teach you a lesson on why you shouldn't lie, hm?"

"As if there'll be a next time." You snarked, whining loudly in frustration when Niki rubbed your clit in retaliation, holding you down against his body to keep you from squirming. "Please, Niki, I can't...it's too much." You begged, reaching down to grab his wrist.

"Fine. I'll give you a break. I am a man of mercy, after all." He talked like he was fricking Jesus or something, but then again, he probably thinks he's the god of racing. "But I'm not letting you leave just yet, I still have many more lessons to teach you."

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i have brainrot

#rush #rush 2013 #niki lauda #niki lauda fanfiction #niki lauda imagine #niki lauda x reader #niki lauda smut #daniel brühl

[scuttle-buttle]

I have the epilogue of The Heist queued for Friday at 6 pm EST

#the time has come #see now i told yall i could do it #😂 #scuttle-buttle #the heist #daniel bruhl #niki lauda rush 2013 #rush 2013 #daniel bruhl niki lauda #niki lauda fanfiction #niki lauda x reader

[oldfashioned-lovergirl]

Hii, I saw your f1 request post and I would like to ask if you could write some James x Niki when they were sharing a flat? Maybe James was bringing home so many girls and Niki was like hey I want a piece of that (James) too

Niki Lauda x James Hunt flatshare fic

cw: not that I can think of

note: this is short but I had a lot of fun writing it

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Niki was so tired of that continuous bustle of girls in their flat. He knew that living with James would’ve been tricky, but the fun they had in those little moments off track, when they shared a few jokes and a laugh, led him to the decision that after all it wasn’t such a bad idea. James was all in all a good flatmate: generally clean and he almost never cooked for himself (sometimes Niki would make dinner for both of them). Maybe a little too loud at times, but nothing he couldn’t bear. They even found themselves often talking about races and cars and watching Formula 1 together. Basically the only real issue were the girls, and Niki wondered if James interpreted his discomfort as jealousy towards him. It was on the contrary towards them.

Niki knew without any doubt he wasn’t quite a ladies’ man, if not for his not so good looking appearance, for his asocial and at times grumpy attitude. And the strong german accent certainly wasn’t of any help. Besides, he was focused on his job now more than ever. Though he sometimes caught himself thinking about a relationship, he never actually looked for it. Far more were the times he caught himself thinking about James.

One night Niki came back home late. He changed in more comfortable clothes and decided to make some scrambled eggs with berries jam, one of his favourite dishes. The noise of an opening door caught his attention. James and two beautiful girls headed talking and laughing out of his room. They inevitably looked in Niki’s direction. He understood they were about to leave and that James was walking them to the door.

“Good night.” He said with a shy smile. The girls waved back at him and then quickly disappeared in the hallway, the door closed behind them.

“Is everything alright?” Niki asked to his roommate, stirring the eggs on the pan with a spoon.

James walked in the kitchen and leaned on the countertop. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“They usually leave in the morning. I was ready to make breakfast for everyone tomorrow.” The statement was sarcastic, but he actually made breakfast for the guests all the times.

“I wasn’t really in the mood.”

“Oh, that’s a news.”

James looked amused. “For real. I just thought we could watch the race together tonight.”

Niki was flabbergasted. Weird. James Hunt giving up on sex just to spend time with him? “I repeat: are you sure you’re okay?”

“What? You wished to have a piece of that too?”

“I don’t think they would’ve welcomed the suggestion.”

“I wasn’t talking about them.”

Niki froze.

What in the actual fuck. He couldn’t believe he just said that. How was he supposed to answer that? What was James even thinking? Was he trying to build a castle of false hopes and erotic dreams in his already overthinking mind? Mein Gott, he hated when he did that.

He turned towards him, praying the redness on his cheeks wasn’t so evident to the eye. “Are you drunk?”

James’ lips curved in a smirk. “I’m not. Your eggs are burning by the way.”

Niki went instantly back to the pan, muttering curse words in german.

Laughing, James walked out of the kitchen. “I’ll buy popcorns and some ice cream to eat on the sofa. You try not to set the building on fire.” And just like that he left the apartment.

Well, that was definitely one of the most embarrassing episodes of his life.

#james hunt #niki lauda #james hunt x niki lauda #formula 1 #f1 #launt #fanfiction

[puellascribere]

Some of my drawings ....

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[lellalombardiapologist]

Are you facing a terrible dilemma in the Lauda vs Mansell hottest driver poll? In my essay I will help you clear your judgement!

The challenge of this poll by @hottestdriverspoll is rather unique, as both drivers stray from the traditional beauty of drivers like Ayrton Senna or Elio De Angelis, but still possess unique and charming characteristics.

I propose to evaluate both drivers according to their behaviour in a specific situation: what did they do when Senna pissed them off? Elio's brazilian teammate had a tendency for a rather aggressive behaviour on track, which made many people angry. Let us start with Niki Lauda:

“In that final year I remember in Monte Carlo, after Senna had taken provisional pole position and I was doing my quick lap. He was on the racing line in front of me, not moving. Any chance of pole position for me was gone. Afterwards I went up to him and said: ‘Why are you blocking?’ He replied, ‘Why should I not block?’ I told him we are both in the same boat, trying to get pole position. Why the stupid attitude? ‘Because that’s the way I am,’ he said and walked away. ‘So the next day, all through practice, I was waiting for him. All practice. When at last his car came behind me, I stopped. To zero. Didn’t even move my car. He nearly ran into the back of me. After this he came up to me, screaming like you can’t believe. ‘Did you get the message?’ I asked him. ‘You screwed me up. Is it clever or not?’ In the end he came back and said, ‘Okay, peace…’ Maybe that was his way of showing a little respect.”

A solid reply that fits Niki's style perfectly, and shows that future champion or not, Senna better pay his respects to a fearless man like Niki.

Let us continue with Nigel Mansell:

I found him (Senna) in the Lotus garage and I went over to him, grabbed him by the overalls and pushed him up against the wall. He wore loose overalls in those days and I pulled the zip up beyond his chin to just below his nose. "Next time you do that," I said, "You're going to have to do a better job."

Nigel has no time for psychological warfare, and goes for a rather blunt method instead, showing us (and everyone in the Lotus garage) that sometimes brute force is all that is necessary.

Now, let us remember that this is a "hottest drivers poll", and such one must use their pussy to evaluate the hottest one.

I propose that of both responses, Nigel Mansell's is actually the hottest one, as shoving a rival against a wall and grabbing the zip of his overalls reads like the preamble of some steamy fanfiction. It's physical, fearless and sexy.

In conclusion, vote for Nigel Mansell!

#all my years in academia finally paid off #nigel mansell #niki lauda #hottest driver poll

[wolffapex]

hi, everyone. i’m khai, from brazil and this is my blog to publish my fanfictions and one shots written about toto wolff.

before you jump in, there are somethings i need to let you know:

→ english is not my first language. so i expect you all to kind to my poor brazilian ass if you see any mistakes;

→ as i said all the stories here will mostly be about toto wolff. even though i write about other drivers in portuguese, i won’t post them here (at least, for now);

→ of course all things that happens in my texts are purely fiction and some time it didn’t occured the same time in real life;

→ my ask is always open for you to send feedbacks and to chat;

→ feel free to send prompts! i’ll try my best to attend your request;

→ most of my stories are +18 and they will have trigger warning at the beginning;

→ if you want, you can read my stories on ao3.

Mercedes AMG Petronas Formula 1 Team is about to win their first title under Toto Wolff's command and, after a hard week in his personal life, everything the Austrian wanted was to make this November night unforgettable celebrating his success. For Chiara Ratcliffe, daughter of Mercedes' newest sponsor, the night will be. She'll have a part of Toto to remind herself of him forever.

chapter one – it's my life despiste being on his first year as mercedes team principal, toto wolff already feels like he has succeed in his business career but one thing is missing on his personal life: a child. talking with the possibly new sponsor makes him dream about it but his real life shows he isn’t getting what he wants.

chapter two — advices on the most important weekend of his life so far, toto wolff had only person to give him advices: niki lauda.

chapter three — it's me, hi! this is chiara ratcliffe, or as her family calls her, angel.

chapter four — fashionably late there's one thing you need to know about chiara ratcliffe: she will always be late to anything.

partners in crime a one shot in which the reader is a Team principal with a all female team which is kicking butt on the grid and Toto decides to be over protective of the reader and her team and he encourges her to always do her best and he also protects her wellbeing. I mean the friendship is high and he does tease her about her lil crush on him since she has said she admire him on the social as he is her inspiration.

#toto wolff #toto wolff fanfic #f1 fanfic #f1 one shot #f1 tumblr #masterlist #toto wolff smut #toto wolff x oc #toto wolff x you #formula one fic #formula one fanfic #formula one imagine

[onadarklingplain]

i know i just said that the 2018 season was fanfiction perfection but actually...... 2016 spain. could not script it, could not be funnier. i just had the best time rewatching.

brocedes crash into each other immediately & niki lauda comes on tv to call them both idiots. other nico is on fire. demoted daniil kvyat suffering the whole race, unable to overtake, it’s the worst day of his life. the teams are changing strategies every 2.5 seconds. & then newly-promoted red bull driver max takes his first win at the age of 18, after making his tyres last for eight thousand laps. it’s literally christian & geri’s first wedding anniversary. the sky team can’t believe what’s happening in front of their eyes

#only thing to spoil it is daniel getting a puncture right at the end #i am editing that out in my head #f1

[lorna-d-m]

Notes: Little Laudas

Their daughter, Elizabeth “Lizzie” Charlotte Lauda, is born during his first retirement, maybe after two years or so. Named Rox’s middle name (her favorite grandmother), and Niki’s grandmother who gave him the money for his second car, she’s a total father’s girl and takes after him in so many ways: biting wit and cars. He went back into racing when she was little, so she spent some time around him on the track and naturally wanted to be like him. She gets bullied sometimes for being a girl that’s into racing, but she doesn’t tomboy it out and try to fit in. She makes her crash helmet pink to let everyone know they’ve been beaten by a girl. 

The son, Alexander “Alex” James Lauda (traditional first name, middle name for James obviously), gets hailed from birth as some future racing legend- the blend of Hunt and Lauda- but he’s simply not into racing. He enjoys being at the track, is proud of his dad, and supports his sister, but it’s not his thing. Alex gets lightly bullied sometimes for not being into it, once by James, but Niki and Rox immediately set the record straight, and James becomes a proud supporter of both Lizzie and Alex’s interests. Alex is into cooking, graphic design, maybe photography. 

There’s at least five years between the kids.

#niki lauda fanfic #niki lauda fanfiction

[cazimagines]

Born to be wild - Chapter 19

Synopsis: Joining F1 as one of the first female drivers you knew was going to be a challenge but you weren’t prepared to deal with one particular asshole on the tracks. With the urge to win so strong within each racer, will romance pave the way? Or will it destroy everything?

Word count: 1.2k

Previous chapter: Your first Christmas spent with Niki, the two of you decide to move in together and celebrate Christmas with some fun times

A/N: This took a while for me to write because everything that was coming out I just wasn't happy with. Updates might be rare the next few weeks while work picks up but soon I'll be back at Uni and I'll start focusing on all of my writing again.

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Your legs cramped, complaining about how long you had been sitting in your car. Niki knelt beside the car, running his hand along the exterior. His lips were parted as he listened to you talk, and once you finished, he glanced at you. He pointed to another part of the car and asked what felt like the 100th question.

Exuberantly, you explained to him what parts of the car you had recently modified for the last race. Already there was an improvement in the car's speed, increasing by a few seconds in the race. Niki, of course, had noticed and was evidently curious about what you had done. Explaining what you had done, Niki nodded and listened patiently.

Abruptly, you felt the hair on the back of your neck rise, and an icy shiver ran through your body. In the back of your mind, you knew both you and Niki were being watched. As Niki knelt down further to examine the car's underside, you tossed your head, trying to grasp the eye line of whoever was looking at you. 

Your team, however, were going about their day, barely sparing you two a glance. They had all grown accustomed to seeing Niki around in the garage now. So often, he was there that they joked Niki was an unofficial third member of the team. The Ferrari garage did not appreciate such jokes, especially when it leaked to the press.

When you were about to give up, chalking the feeling to an over-reactive imagination, your eyes locked with James Hunt. He stood at the end of the garage, arms crossed, shaggy blonde hair framing the side of his face while his knee stuck up as he leaned against one of the metal walls.

James was scowling. As you captured his gaze, he didn't look away. The usual James Hunt arrogance shining through. You narrowed your eyes, trying to figure out what he was thinking. As this staring match continued, nothing occurred to you. Jame's should have no reason to stare at you in such a way; after all, everything between the three of you had been so peaceful this season. Sighing, you place your hands on the side of the car and hurl yourself up. 

"Give me a few minutes, Niki."

Niki peeked at you from where he was analysing the car. He followed your gaze and noticed James. He rose.

"What is he doing here?"

"That's what I am going to find out," you say, walking towards James.

Niki followed behind you, but James, noticing you walking towards him, stretched and took a few steps forward, meeting you halfway. As James looked at Niki, his frown deepened, and it felt like you could see ice-coat his blue eyes.

"What's with the look, asshole?" Niki clamours, raising his chin at James.

"I'd like to talk to you y/n, in private," James says, ignoring Niki's remark.

Niki narrowed his eyes, sucking on his top teeth before hissing the words.

"What matter of discussion requires me not being here?"

"A sensitive one, Niki. So sod off."

Niki looked close to snarling. He took a step forward as his cheeks flushed, but before he could hit James back with an insult, you placed your hand on his chest and stopped him.

"It's not worth getting into an argument, Niki. Just give me a few minutes to talk to him."

"Seriously," Niki snapped, his gaze turning to you in disbelief. 

"You're willing to hear him out after saying he didn't want me around? He is going to talk about me. He's made that clear. Whatever he says will be bullshit."

You glance between Niki and James. You knew Niki was right; whatever James would say, it would be about Niki and likely wasn't nice, but your curiosity was hard to beat.

"Just give me a few minutes, Niki."

Jame's lips twitched into a smug smile while Niki's burning eyes and tensed face glanced between the two of you before storming off. 

"You really know how to rile him up, don't you, James," you say, crossing your arms as you give him a disapproving look.

"I need some fun around here." James jostles, smirking, but as he sees his playfulness isn't making the situation better, his smile slips.

"Come on, y/n, don't tell me being engaged to that man for a month has drained any sense of humour from your mind."

"I still have my sense of humour, James's, but it's not funny seeing Niki upset."

"We're all friends, really. Though Niki seems to detest that word. You know it. It's friends chumming around."

"Is this really what you pulled me away from my work to talk about?"

If James still had any more joyfulness captured on his face, it faded quickly. He glanced to the ground and then back up at you, a solum breath of air leaving his lips. 

"You will not like what I am going to say, y/n."

"Then is there any need to say it?"

"Yes," Jame's stressed, taking a step forward to you.

The seriousness of the tone of Jame's voice and how his face had lost its usual charm shook you more than you thought it would. You'd never seen him so serious before. Not even when he was getting ready to race. 

"Then tell me."

Jame's eyes glance to the car behind you, then capture your eyes again.

"What were you just telling Niki y/n?"

You tilted your head, confused.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Please, just answer me."

"Well... I was just telling him some improvements I made in my car."

James hung his head, letting out another sigh.

"And how long has he been interested in knowing these things y/n?"

Suddenly, like the last puzzle piece fitted into the image, everything made sense.  

"No, James, that's not it."

"You knew what he was like y/n; you saw the way he treated you before. He didn't care. Not until you were winning. He knew you were doing things to the car-"

"What you are suggesting is ridiculous, James! Are you even hearing yourself right now?"

"I was watching him. I'd never seen him so interested in something before. I know Niki y/n; I've known him for a long time; I know what he is like."

"And I know what you are like! I can't believe you are accusing the person you just called a friend of something like that. To lie is one thing, but to fake a whole relationship? You really think Niki would be so heartless to do that simply to win?"

"Of course, I don't want to think that of him y/n, who would? But the evidence is there, and I don't want to see you being hurt by him."

You huff and shake your head at James, taking a step back.

"You don't want to see me hurt? Right, I see what this is."

Jame's eyes widen as he tries to take another step toward you. 

"Wait, y/n, that's not- that wasn't what I meant-"

"Niki and I are very happy, James, though that seems to surprise the entire world. I love him, and he loves me, and I would appreciate it if you didn't ‌meddle in our relationship any further."

You turned your back on James, fists clenched as you stormed off, following the path Niki took. You felt your cheeks burn in anger, your whole body vibrating. But what you hated more was the nagging feeling buried deep in the back of your mind that James had unlocked, the doubt of the relationship within. 

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[lost-in-sokovia]

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> Beautiful Niki

> It’s Business.

> Wenig Niki꙳

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Snapshot in the Fast Lane - Chapter 3

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Chapter Summary: It’s race day, and it turns out that the involvement of one James Simon Wallis Hunt acts as a catalyst to kick off the romance between you and Niki.

AO3 Link – SNAPSHOT IN THE FAST LANE

Chapter Rating: M

Relationships: Niki Lauda x fem! photographer Reader

Chapter Tags: F1 Journalists, Photography, Ferrari being amazing, Luca di Montezemolo, Niki Lauda, James Hunt, James causing chaos, First Kisses, Awkward Romance

Word Count: 3.9k

Chapter Warnings: none

A/N: This update took a bit but it's a longer chapter, so enjoy!

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Just as you had promised, you showed up five minutes before eleven o'clock at Niki’s trailer. The door was already open, and a few official looking men in Ferrari shirts were already walking inside. You saw Clay lining up too, and you greeted him.

“Hey,” you said, giving him a wave. “I was told to be here at eleven. I guess there’s a meeting happening?” Clay nodded, and he gave you a cordial kiss on both cheeks.

“Yes, Niki told me you would be coming. I don’t think that you should encounter trouble with the other officials, they were all briefed that you would be present. Plus, there are only a few people.” You nodded, glad that you wouldn’t have to explain anything to disrupt their meeting.

“Wonderful.”

The meeting went very smoothly, and you were able to take a few photographs from your position outside of the group circle. The team would have never allowed a journalist to be inside an important strategy meeting like this, but because you only had your cameras instead of a tape recorder, your presence was tolerated.

Luca did most of the talking, but every once in a while either Clay or Niki would say something. You also noticed that Niki would glance at you every once in a while, as if he was ensuring that you were still there and that you were alright.

Soon, Daniele Audetto concluded the team huddle, and everyone was walking outside again to prepare for the race. You waited until most of the men had left, and intentionally held back so that it was just you and Niki alone inside.

You walked over to where he was sitting on the small sofa. He was changing into his racing boots, and you were suddenly struck with how intimate it felt to be alone with him like this. You watched as Niki shrugged on his racing overalls over his fireproof turtleneck, and he looked up at you with a small grin.

“I hope that wasn’t too boring,” he said, zipping up the front of his uniform. “Not many exciting things were happening.” You waved off his words, shaking your head.

“No, it was great. Thank you for inviting me. Especially so close to race time,” you said. Niki nodded, still looking up at you pleasantly, almost as if he was waiting for something.

“Well, good luck in the race,” you told him. “I’ll be cheering for you.” With a quick glance towards the trailer door to ensure that the two of you were alone, you leaned down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. It was short, and sweet, and it could easily have been brushed off as something between friends if either of you wanted it to be.

However, as you pulled away, Niki didn’t look as if he wanted to brush it off as something only between friends. Instead, he gazed up at you with a very intense yet sincere expression. It looked as if he was eager to accept anything you were willing to give.

Before you could lose your nerve, you leaned down and gently pressed your lips to his, cradling his cheek as you gave him the kind of kiss you had been waiting ages for. Niki surprised you by kissing back with just as much desire, and even though it was relatively tame, you could just sense the buzz of passion underneath.

When you drew back this time, you were pleased to see that Niki looked just as flustered as you felt. You knew the flush in your cheeks probably matched his own, and you could practically feel your heart beating out of your chest. Damn. After a moment of silence, he spoke up.

“I should invite you to more meetings, if that means all of them can end like this,” Niki teased, and you laughed away some of your nerves.

“I can’t make any promises, but if we see each other alone, there may be more of this,” you said, chuckling. You suddenly heard loud voices, and you realized again that the trailer door was still open. You had to get going, and so did Niki, or else there would definitely be gossip about you two based on how long you had spent in his trailer.

“Sorry for holding you up. I have to get back to the paddock anyways, and you probably need to as well,” you said, stepping away. Niki rose and caught your arm before you could leave.

“Wait,” he called, causing you to turn. The Austrian walked over to you, and he gave you a kiss on the cheek, mirroring the one you had given him earlier. He grinned, looking happier than you had ever seen him. Which was unique, especially for Niki.

“I will see you soon,” he said, smiling at you and displaying his adorable overbite. You nodded and grinned, watching as he shifted on his feet. You stepped down out of the trailer, and you looked back to find him still watching you from inside, leaning against the doorframe with his hands stuffed in his pockets. You barely stopped yourself from waving, suddenly aware of the presence of other media and cameras that were scattered about the paddock.

Your mind was racing as you started down the line of garages towards where you saw Emerson Fittipaldi chatting with a few other drivers. A romance with a Formula 1 driver wasn’t the most intelligent decision in the world, with all of the publicity and gossip that would likely follow, but it wasn’t impossible. You decided that whatever it was that you and Niki were going to embark on, you would just need to be honest with him about what you wanted. No bullshit. Not with the media around the two of you.

As you drew near Fittipaldi’s garage, you greeted some of the Brazilian journalists who were scattered around. Already, there were a few cameras pointed in the dashing Brazilian’s face. Emmo was handling all of the attention like a pro, grinning his wide smile and jovially answering interview questions. Well, it was time for you to get to work.

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As you had promised, you positioned yourself in the Ferrari garage for most of the race. Niki was on pole, with James in second and Clay starting in third, and there was no way you were going to miss this battle.

Fortunately, the light was shining on the Italian team today, and three quarters of the way into the race, you began to experience some of the incredibly passionate emotions from the Ferrari team. The mechanics would cheer every time Niki passed the pits, and you could only wait in apprehension, hoping that he was able to hold his lead.

With three laps to go, you pulled out your camera again, because Hunt had dropped back in the positions, which meant that Clay was now second, just trailing Lauda. Luca started to go crazy in the garage, and you laughed in excitement as you watched him dash around, mumbling to himself anxiously in Italian. You knew Luca was one of Niki’s good friends, as well as his manager, and watching the man get so excited each time Niki drove by was absolutely thrilling.

Finally, the drivers were on their last lap, and you ran out with the Ferrari team to crowd the pit wall. Luca, ecstatic and insane as always, actually ran out on the track along with a few other Ferrari mechanics and waved his arms in delight as Niki approached the finish line. Your camera shutter was flying as you watched the checkered flag drop, Niki in first and Clay trailing him to finish in a close second.

You could have sworn Luca jumped ten feet in the air as Niki’s car zoomed past, and you had no doubt that he would be congratulating the Ferrari boys ecstatically after the race. After you had taken a few shots of the Ferrari mechanics celebrating, you hurried off to the podium.

With a Ferrari 1-2, the Italian fans were ecstatic. Your own emotions for Niki were running wild, but you had to smother them for the time being as you tried to shove your way through the Tifosi mob who had raided the track. The Italians flooded to the podium stage, eager to fight for a spot close to the front so that they could celebrate their heroes.

You were barely able to jockey your way past a few other photographers towards the front of the media area which offered a prime view of the podium stage. After waiting for the drivers to do their parade lap, you finally were able to see them climb onto the podium and accept their trophies and champagne.

You couldn’t keep the grin of elation off of your face as you watched the drivers stand for their national anthems, with Niki at the top. After the music had finished, the champagne battle was fairly tame, with Clay and Jody Scheckter doing most of the spraying. Niki turned his own bottle towards the fans, and he sprayed the bubbly drink outwards at the hundreds of people, who cheered wildly in delight.

You managed to capture several photos of Niki pouring the golden liquid out over the Tifosi, and plenty of pictures of Clay and Jody spraying each other. Clay did a sneak attack on Niki and funneled a good amount of champagne at the Austrian’s back, which made Niki turn around and spray him in revenge. You couldn’t contain your laughter at Niki’s mischievous expression, and you decided that you would process that photo and keep it just to show to him the next time you saw each other.

Soon, you were ready to reload the film in your camera, and you figured that the highlights of the day were fizzling out. You watched as a few of the television commentators climbed on the podium to interview the drivers. Sure enough, you saw Heinz walking around with the Austrian television crew, ready to interview Niki. Well, you would get back to the pits and look for any drivers who had stuck around after the race. You started walking back, and you heard a familiar voice.

“Bloody incredible race, don’t you think?” You turned and were pleased to see Henry walking up beside you, along with another journalist who was jotting down a few notes on a notepad. You grinned and nodded, glad to see him.

“Yep, and what did I say about a Ferrari win?” you teased, winking at him. “I was right.” Henry rolled his eyes and nodded.

“I daresay you have a talent for predicting these things,” he said, looking at the cameras you had strapped over your shoulder. “Did you get some good photos? Including the one of Emerson that I requested?” You nodded. Even with all of the Ferrari excitement, you hadn’t forgotten about your friend’s request.

“Yes, I got it,” you said, brandishing your camera. “I’ll process the film in the next few days, and I’ll call your editor later to chat more about the pricing.” Suddenly, your conversation was interrupted as you heard someone calling your name.

“Lads, it’s about time I caught up with you!” The three of you turned to find a breathless James Hunt jogging out of the McLaren garage and towards you. Henry grinned.

“James, what are you up to now?” Sutton asked, raising an eyebrow. “Is it something with girls?” When James looked directly at you, you gave him a suspicious glare.

“James, may I remind you that I am not doing a photoshoot of you with a woman for Playboy magazine, no matter how many times you request it,” you told him, only half joking. You loved the bastard, but he was always up to something. James waved off your comment and instead gestured for you to follow him.

“No no, nothing of that sort, I promise,” he said, reaching out a hand for you. “But I do need someone to witness an elaborate scheme that I have developed, and I think you would enjoy it the most.” You rolled your eyes and apologized to the other two journalists before you followed James through the paddock.

“Alright, Hunt, you better tell me what’s going on,” you said as soon as you were out of earshot of the other men. “Shouldn’t you be celebrating your fourth place finish right now?” You noticed that James had turned away from the garages and was now heading towards the trailer area.

“Yes, in a few moments I will go console myself with a few lonely women and probably have far too many drinks in the process,” James said, making a beeline for Niki’s trailer. “But for now, I need to give Rattie a proper congratulations.”

You had no idea what that meant, but it was a bit late to back out now, and there was no way you would miss James pulling a prank or whatever he intended on Niki. You suddenly remembered the kiss that you and the Austrian had shared earlier, and you fell silent. James noticed.

“Niki talked about you yesterday,” Hunt said, and you almost tripped over your feet in surprise. Dammit.

“He did?” you asked, unsure where this was going. James nodded, grinning at you.

“Somehow you’ve managed to work your way into that complex brain of his,” Hunt said, pushing his long golden hair out of his eyes while the two of you continued to trek through the grass. “I daresay you’ve managed to distract him. But clearly, not enough, because he won today. And that is absolutely unacceptable from my point of view. More distraction is needed, I think.” You rolled your eyes at his teasing, but on the inside, you were glad to know that Niki was thinking about you.

“To be honest, I have no idea how the two of you haven’t just…gone at it yet, if you know what I mean,” James said, giving you a devilish smirk as he made a crude and more than suggestive hand gesture. You shoved him playfully, feeling your face burn as James laughed.

“James, not all relationships work like that. I don’t exactly move at Mach 10,” you scolded him, but your heart raced at even the suggestion. James just shrugged innocently.

“Well, from the way I see things, I would barely know that the two of you were interested in each other at all! I mean, all you do is stare at each other longingly in the pits without saying a word.” James stopped as you finally arrived at Niki’s trailer. A red scooter was parked outside, and you figured that Niki had used it to make it back here much quicker than the two of you did after the podium.

“But fortunately, that’s why I’m here. To break the ice and move things along.” Without knocking, James opened the door to his friend’s trailer and stepped inside, gesturing for you to follow. James didn’t announce his presence, and you remained quiet as you looked around for Niki. He didn’t seem to be in the main area of the trailer, so you glanced at James in confusion.

Your curiosity was answered a moment later when the side door to the restroom opened and Niki walked out. Your jaw dropped as you saw him, and you suddenly knew the reason James had dragged you in here without an announcement.

Niki was only half dressed, shirtless with his racing overalls bunched at his waist. He was in the middle of toweling off his hair, which was damp from champagne. After a few seconds of you unabashedly staring at the Austrian’s lean form, Niki finally saw the two of you standing there in the middle of his trailer.

He jumped and let out a yelp of surprise, immediately using the towel as a shield in front of him. Any apologies that you were going to make died in your throat. Taking him by surprise like this wasn’t exactly how you wanted to make a good impression.

“Scheisse! James!” Niki said, immediately glaring at his friend after he recovered from his initial shock. You looked away in panic and tried to back up, but James had strategically placed himself between you and the door. He was pretending to look innocent and casual, as if he had nothing to do with this.

“Oh no, look at that. Sorry for bursting in here unannounced, Niki, I had no idea you would be undressed,” James said, not sounding the least bit apologetic. You finally managed to elbow your way past James, and the Englishman opened the trailer door for you as you stepped out.

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle this, love,” he said, giving you a wink.

“James, you absolute fu–,” Hunt closed the door, cutting off whatever Niki had been about to say. You let out a shaky sigh. What had just happened? You paced back and forth on the grass, listening to the muffled shouts and arguing from inside the trailer.

Honestly never knew what to expect when you were around James Hunt, but you supposed you had him to thank for giving you that surprising sight of Niki. Why did the Austrian have to look so good, especially when he was sweaty and soaked in champagne? Part of you ached to see more of him, but the other part was afraid he would be angry after what had just happened.

After a few minutes, the trailer door opened again and James peeked his head out, a sheepish smile on his face.

“Ah, you can come in now,” he said softly, stepping aside to let you through the door. Tentatively, you walked inside again, still unsure of what you would see. You were slightly relieved, if a bit disappointed, to find Niki fully clothed in his usual outfit of sweater and jeans.

Niki still looked angry, and he stood with his arms crossed, glaring accusingly at James. Fortunately, it was obvious that none of his rage was directed towards you. You could practically feel the tension between the two friends, and you cautiously took a seat on the sofa, watching them as they looked at each other.

“Apologize, to her, James,” Niki said, jerking his head slightly at you. Hunt sighed and raised his hands, looking truly apologetic this time.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought you in here this way. I knew he would be changing when we came in here,” he said. “Any anger Niki has should be directed at me. Anyways, I’ll make myself scarce after this.” James’s words were short but sincere, and you nodded at him, acknowledging his apology. Honestly, you weren’t that offended by his actions, but you knew Niki had to be a bit embarrassed at being surprised like that.

“Thank you,” you said, giving James a smile that told him you were alright. Niki remained silent, still glaring at James. Hunt must have decided that it was time to leave, and he stepped towards the door.

“Well, you two have a lovely evening,” he said, hopping out of the trailer. “See you later, Niki.” You watched as James clicked the door shut, and you saw him saunter away through the window. Niki was still glaring at the door, his arms folded. Well that wouldn’t do.

“Niki, it’s alright, I promise,” you said, standing up next to him. You placed a hand on his shoulders, and you could feel the tension in his muscles. It was endearing to see how he was ready to defend you, and to make his best friend apologize for putting you both in an embarrassing situation.

“Niki, please, I’m not too bothered by it. James was being stupid,” you reassured him again. You placed your hands on his crossed arms, and you gently coaxed them open so that you could step closer. You wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged him, pressing your cheek against his. It felt so good to be so close to him like this, and you immediately knew that you would have to hug him more often. Niki surprised you by embracing you back, and he let out a sigh.

“I’m sorry he’s such an idiot,” the Austrian said softly, his hands making awkward but soothing motions against your back. You chuckled.

“As I said, I wasn’t too bothered,” you told him, letting one of your hands drift up to the nape of his neck so that your fingers could play with his curly brown hair. “I’m sorry we surprised you. But honestly, I wouldn’t mind seeing you shirtless more often.” You grinned as you heard Niki suck in a breath, and you pulled back to gaze at him.

“Really?” he asked, and somehow he managed to look innocent and cocky at the same time. His charm made you laugh.

“Yes, really,” you joked, and you grinned as he leaned forward to give you a playful kiss. His hands drifted down to cup your ass, and your fingers drifted through his hair, scratching gently along his scalp as he kissed you. He smelled like sweat, champagne, and petrol, plus something else that was just so uniquely…Niki.

Your embrace turned heated, but before you could lose your head, you regretfully pulled away. Niki chased your lips for a moment before he let go of you, looking adorably confused. You felt bad for cutting this short, but also, you needed to get back to the hotel. You still had to get your photos processed before tomorrow, and you couldn’t spend all night with him in his trailer.

“I’m sorry, Niki,” you said, giving him an apologetic smile. “I have to get back. A few editors are expecting photos by tomorrow, and I promised I would have them ready. I need to send them in to be processed tonight, which means I can’t stay.” You watched Niki’s face fall at the thought of you leaving, but then he quickly masked his disappointment.

“Ok. You do what you need to,” he said, giving you a nod. With anyone else, you would have thought he was insulted, but Niki’s direct words were simply honest.

“Thank you for understanding. And go celebrate your win tonight,” you said, giving him a playful pat on the jaw. Niki cracked a grin, and he looked at you proudly.

“You know I don’t party,” he said, watching as you gathered your things. You just leveled him with a knowing look.

“Right,” you said teasingly. “But I also know that you can enjoy a whiskey and coke as good as the rest of them. Plus, I’m sure James would like to see you there. I think he’d like to make up for this afternoon somehow.” You watched Niki contemplate the idea before giving a reluctant nod.

“Fine. I will go because you want me to,” he said, walking with you out of the trailer. You laughed.

“Alright. I’ll be thinking about you,” you told him. Niki grinned and looked down shyly at his feet, kicking distractedly at the dirt.

“You too,” he said, and you smiled.

“I’ll see you next Friday at practice. Then you can tell me all about it.”

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I would also like to give you some feedback. First of all, I love your fanfiction! 💗

When you mentioned that we as the readers are going to hate someone, I thought his ex wife makes an appearance and tries to get the kids involved in a bad way. I wouldn't have thought of the mother in law at all 😅 Do we get to meet Miss Laudas' mother and how she feels about Toto? (Surely she likes him and puts up with the two of them, contrary to Matthias or Niki).

About the last chapter: I was a bit baffled that Aurelie met both the children and his mother. As a serious girlfriend, I would have been really sad/mad about that and would show it to Toto. Because Miss Lauda has had problems from the beginning to allow the relationship because of her father and seems to have her own problems somehow... The mother's reaction shocked me and I'm curious why she was so mean to her. To be honest, thinking that your future daughter-in-law uses your son for money and won’t even let her finish sentences, and trying to get to know her, isn’t a good reason to write her off. Furthermore if Joanna is now trying to be nice to her because she knows Miss Lauda comes from a rich family and earns her own money, I would be pissed and would speak up.. because then Totos‘ mother is superficial AF, which she could be cause her son is richie rich and provides for her. But that should not be a decisive criterion to determine whether a gf would be good enough for her son or not. I‘m curious of what his sister thinks about her and above all, if Miss Lauda will feel comfortable in their presence. I kind of feel like we‘ll get a lot of drama from them and I hope he sticks to his girlfriends‘ side 🌻

first of all, thanks for reading my works. it means the world for me!

now, to the answers!

I thought his ex wife makes an appearance and tries to get the kids involved in a bad way.

i take a lot from the real life to build the star-crossed world, and something i was sure i wanted it to have was toto's (and miss lauda's) relationship with stephanie (toto's ex-wife). he always praised her for her efforts to make their family work after the divorce and, in this story, wouldnt be different. if i can say something about it, is that miss lauda respect her a lot and is very careful to not overstep in her role with the kids. she loves ben and rosa, but she knows her place.

Do we get to meet Miss Laudas' mother and how she feels about Toto?

miss lauda's mom is marlene, she already has appeared in a bunch of occasions, so, she is not unknown to you all. as you could see in barbarazweige, she is quite anxious to see her daughter settled and, in under the spotlight, she was hanging out with toto, so, our dear austrian is not a stranger to her. but, if the couple will please marlene? only time will tell.

As a serious girlfriend, I would have been really sad/mad about that and would show it to Toto.

the first thing toto did was to acknowledge his mistake in presenting aurélie to the kids and to his mom. but, this was, in a sort of way, his way to convince himself about that relationship and, at the same time, to leave miss lauda behind. as we could see, he failed.

The mother's reaction shocked me and I'm curious why she was so mean to her.

here i go in defense of my own characters. it sounds kinda cliché to a mother-in-law to dislike her daughter-in-law, but the point here is that joanna, after her divorce from sven, toto's father, had to focus totally in her job and in provide to her family. this made her distant from her children, but this doesnt means she doesnt love toto and lili, in any way. however, it means she is not exactly familiar with her childrens struggles, efforts and opinions. so, her hesitation to accept miss lauda comes, first of all, from her lack of knowledge about her own son and his struggles in order to stay with her. toto, in her vision, is a very resolute man who knows what he wants and, when he presents aurélie to her, is because shes the one, because the last time he presented a woman to her, it was stephanie and he married her. but, a year later, here he is, presenting another girl to her. shes is very confused.

Furthermore if Joanna is now trying to be nice to her because she knows Miss Lauda comes from a rich family and earns her own money, I would be pissed and would speak up.. because then Totos‘ mother is superficial AF, which she could be cause her son is richie rich and provides for her.

she saw (from distance, but saw) her son struggle and battle to build what he has. she knows how hard toto worked and, most of all, there is her love for her grandchildren, who benefit from all of it. and she goes to a restaurant and her son present her a pretty young woman, dressed elegantly and with a huge ring in her finger as his girlfriend. she asks about her job and she doesnt answer. there is a miscommunication of both parts in that point and she concludes the obvious: a gold-digger. however, miss lauda manages to speak and show her credentials. she is a businesswoman, she is graduated, she is independent and all she has wasnt bought for her, but by her (minus the ring, that was a gift from toto and the kids). there is a surprise from joannas side too, because she doesnt expect that. but there is some relief too, despite she could have deducted only for the fact toto wouldnt be a kind of guy to let be used. and we go back to the answer above: joanna is not familiar with her childrens opinions.

I‘m curious of what his sister thinks about her and above all

im also curious. any guesses?

#wlffanswers