There’s A Reason Why It’s In My Kimi Playlist ✋🙂‍↕️

I feel like I have to thank my 7th grade German teacher for watching goodbye Lenin with us and with that making me realize that I was hella gay (and maybe in love with Daniel Brühl)

Okay pure Simi Angst

I don’t really know if I feel 100% comfortable with writing character deaths in rpf so this will probably be the only story containing one.

If you are looking for a happy ending my last ficlet post is this story but with Seb answering Kimi’s calls <3

Kimi had been watching the race from the comfort of his living room, a glass of whiskey in hand, until the camera shifted to a horrifying scene. A massive pile-up had occurred on the track. Cars were strewn across the asphalt like broken toys, smoke rising in ominous plumes.

His stomach churned with dread as he recognized one of the damaged vehicles—a Ferrari. The Fin didn’t dare to let out a breath as the commentator’s voice echoed through his living room, struggling to identify the drivers involved.

Kimi's heart stopped. Without wasting a moment, he grabbed his phone and called Sebastian. The call went straight to voicemail. He tried again, his hands trembling, but there was still no answer. His mind raced as he left a message, his voice taut with fear.

"Seb, it's Kimi. I saw the crash. Where are you? Please, call me back. I need to know you’re okay."

Abandoning his drink, Kimi dashed out of his house, his keys already in hand. He jumped into his car and sped towards the track. The roads blurred around him as he dialed again, each unanswered ring tightening the knot in his stomach.

He left another voicemail, his voice breaking with desperation.

“Sebastian, it’s Kimi again. Please pick up. I’m on my way. Just let me know what's going on, if you’re alright. Please.”

He weaved through traffic, pushing his car to its limits, desperate to reach his friend. Another call, another voicemail.

"Seb, I'm getting closer. I’m almost there. Just hold on, okay? We'll sort this out together. I promise. Call me back when you get this."

As he neared the track, the scene grew more chaotic. Emergency vehicles swarmed the area, lights flashing, sirens blaring. Kimi parked haphazardly and ran towards the paddock, his phone still in hand. He left another voicemail, his voice raw with emotion.

"Seb, it’s Kimi. I’m here. I can see the car. Please, God, let me hear your voice.”

Officials tried to hold him back, but Kimi’s determination was unwavering. He pushed through the crowd, eyes scanning for any sign of his friend. He reached the barriers, the sight of the mangled car making his heart drop. He left another voicemail, his voice shaking.

"Seb, where are you? Tell me you got out of there. Please. Pick up the damn phone and tell me you’re alright.”

He spotted the paramedics, their faces grim, working around the wreckage. His stomach churned as he dialed again, refusing to give up hope.

"Seb, please tell me you’re alright. Why won’t you answer? Answer me, Seb, come on. Don’t do this to me."

Kimi watched helplessly as they pulled Sebastian from the car, his body limp. The medics worked quickly, but there was a finality in their movements that made Kimi's blood run cold. He called once more, voice cracking with desperation.

"Seb, it's Kimi. Help is on the way. Stay strong. I’ll try to get to you."

The paramedics loaded Sebastian onto a stretcher, and Kimi saw the truth in their eyes. He dialed again, one last time, knowing it was futile but unable to stop himself.

"Seb, they're here. Hang tight. We'll get you out safely. I’ll be there. I won’t let you go. You won’t be alone. I promise.”

Tears streamed down Kimi’s face as he climbed over the barriers and stumbled forward, his worst fears realized. The medics tried to keep him back, but he broke through, reaching for his friend, his voice a broken whisper. All those voicemails, all those desperate messages, and now he was too late.

“I’m here, Seb. I’m here.”

The paramedics pulled away the grip he had on Sebastian. Pushing him back and telling him to stay back as the ambulance doors closed and drove off without leaving him a chance to go with them.

As he got guided off of the track and back into the pits he left one final voicemail, his voice raw with emotion.

“Seb, they’re going to fix this. The docs will take good care of you. You’re going to be alright. Just focus on getting better. See you soon.”

But deep down, Kimi knew. He knew that Sebastian wouldn't answer. He wouldn't call back. The reality of the situation crashed over him like a wave, and he sank to his knees, collapsing onto the floor of the Ferrari garage, the phone slipping from his grasp.

The following days were a blur of sorrow and disbelief. The racing community mourned the loss of one of its brightest stars, but for Kimi, it was a personal hell.

He listened to the voicemails he had left, each one a painful echo of his desperate race against time. He visited Seb’s memorial, leaving flowers and sitting in silence, the memories of their friendship playing in his mind.

He spoke to Seb in those quiet moments, his words filled with a deep, abiding love.

“Hey Seb, it’s Kimi. I hope you look down to us once in a while. I’ll keep racing through life, just like you taught me. Last week I won at rally but you were all I could think about. I stood there, while the whole crowd was cheering, thinking how I wish you could be there with me. I miss you.”

Though Sebastian would never answer again, Kimi found a measure of solace in those voicemails. He had tried, he had loved, and in the end, that was all that mattered.

Launt ficlet

I love them so much and I wish I had a james in my life but oh well

Nightmares and comfort. Adjoining rooms. I miss the connecting doors

James had just managed to drift into a restless sleep when a series of blood-curdling screams pierced the silence. Startled awake, he sat up, disoriented and alarmed, strained to hear through the wall. The screams continued, raw and desperate, unmistakably coming from Niki’s room. Heart pounding, James rushed to the adjoining door and knocked urgently, his mind racing.

“Niki!” he shouted, knocking firmly “Are you okay?” but the only response was more anguished cries. Without hesitation, James grabbed the spare key the hotel (thankfully) had provided and unlocked the door, bursting into Niki’s room.

What he saw stopped him in his tracks. Niki was thrashing wildly on the bed, drenched in sweat, his face twisted in fear, his cries were guttural, raw, as if he were reliving some horrendous event. He was trapped in the throes of a nightmare, reliving the terror of his crash. Unsure of what to do, James hesitated before stepping forward and grabbing Niki’s shoulders, shaking him gently but firmly.

“Hey hey, Niki” James tried “wake up” he said, his voice soft but urgent. Niki’s eyes snapped open, wild and disorientated, before they landed on James, filling with recognition and relief.

“James…” Niki’s voice was barely more than a whisper, choked with emotion.

“it’s okay. It’s just a nightmare.” James murmured, pulling Niki into a tight embrace. Niki clung to him, his body trembling, desperate for comfort. James held him close, feeling the rapid thud of Niki’s heart gradually slow against his own chest. “I’ve got you now—your dreams can’t hurt you here” James whispered.

For what felt like an eternity, they stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, as the terror of Niki’s nightmare began to fade. James could feel the tension easing from Niki’s body, though he still held on tightly. “Shh, it’s alright. You’re safe,” James whispered, running a soothing hand through Niki’s damp hair.

Niki’s breathing began to even out, his grip loosening but not letting go entirely. Exhaustion overtook him, and he nestled closer to James, finding solace in his friend’s warmth and steady presence. James could feel Niki’s body go limp as sleep reclaimed him, a soft, contented sigh escaping his lips.

James chuckled softly, the sound almost lost in the quiet of the room. “Well, this is a turn of events,” he muttered to himself, but there was no malice in his tone, only a gentle amusement and a deep, growing affection.

Slowly adjusting his position, careful not to disturb Niki, he leaned back against the headboard.

In the quiet darkness, James’s thoughts began to swirl. The reality of their situation, the upcoming race, and his burgeoning feelings for Niki all fought for prominence in his mind. He couldn’t deny that his feelings for the German hat exceeded what friends felt for each other. What they should feel for each other.

The Brit cursed at himself, wanting to pull away and leave but his body wouldn’t listen. Instead he pulled Niki closer. This would be a problem future James would have to face, for now he just reveled in the warmth of Niki’s body pressed against his.

The weight of the day and the emotional encounter began to press down on him as well, and he closed his eyes, feeling the steady rise and fall of Niki’s breathing.

As dawn began to break, casting a soft light into the room, James finally succumbed to sleep.

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. James stirred, feeling the weight of Niki still against him. He opened his eyes to find Niki looking up at him, a mix of surprise, embarrassment, and gratitude on his face.

“You stayed.” Niki whispered, clearly not planning on saying it out loud as the tips of his ears turned red with realization.

James nodded, feeling a warmth spread through him. “Yeah. I wasn’t going to leave you like that.” The Brit chuckled slightly “Hope I didn’t take up too much space”

“James, I—” Niki began, but words seemed to fail him. He stammered, trying to find the right way to express his feelings but just ending up babbling incoherent sentences. “I’m sorry, and thank you. I— I didn’t mean to wake you- I’m so sorry. On a race day as well. I thought they’d stopped- I-I don’t know why I have those dreams again. Thank you for-”

James silenced him with a gentle hand on his face, his thumb brushing lightly against Niki’s cheek. “It’s okay, Niki. You don’t need to explain.” Their eyes locked, and in that moment, all the unspoken words between them seemed to find their voice.

Without another thought, James leaned in and kissed Niki, softly and tenderly. It was a kiss filled with all the unspoken emotions, the fears, the hopes, and the unyielding bond that had formed between them. Niki, surprised at first, soon melted into the kiss, feeling the warmth and comfort that James offered.

When they finally pulled back, James smiled at Niki, his eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and sincerity. “See? I told you it was okay.”

Niki nodded, still a little embarrassed but no longer feeling the need to pull away. “Thank you, James,” he whispered, his voice filled with genuine gratitude.

James just pulled him closer, ready to face whatever the day—and their futures—might bring. Together.

me with all my unfinished fics

thanks sebby, you always know what we want

Maybe I’ll start writing Simi stuff too if people are interested in that idk yet

there's something to be said about the pipeline of blonde, extroverted, german f1 drivers falling in love with even more blonde, introverted, nordic f1 drivers.

I mean michael and mika? seb and kimi? nico and kevin? this needs to be studied.

Lots of work to do this week but I’ll post the Simi ficlet later today, I promise!!

kiss from point scorer to point scorer

(the promised haasbands art tehee)