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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.

If I had the chance to start over || Launt

It got out of hand. I got lost in my own writing while listening to chances on repeat. I startet writing this fic at around 10:30pm and its now 3am so please excuse any mistakes etc and let me know if there are any!

Summary: James has had feelings for Niki for a long time now. He never ends up confessing tho and one day the despair hits him so hard he gets himself so fogged with alcohol and drugs that Niki has to come and save the day once again. Meanwhile James finally opens up about his feelings.

Silverstone

The roar of engines filled the air at Silverstone as James Hunt pulled his helmet off, shaking his golden hair free. James leaned against the pit wall, he glanced across the pit lane as his gaze fell on Niki Lauda, cool and composed, discussing strategies with his team. There was a magnetism to Niki that James couldn't quite shake off, a quiet strength and an enigmatic presence that drew him in.

James found himself watching Niki more than usual. Every precise movement, every calculated decision, and the sheer determination etched on his face fascinated James. He wondered if Niki ever noticed the stolen glances, the lingering looks. It was a fleeting thought, quickly buried beneath a brash smile and a casual shrug. James Hunt wasn't the type to dwell on feelings, especially not feelings as confusing as these.

"Hey, Hunt," a voice called, snapping him out of his reverie. It was one of the mechanics. "We filled her up. Ready for another round?"

James smirked, masking the tumultuous feelings inside. "Always am."

But as he climbed into his car, his mind still kept wandering to Niki.

Monaco

The glamour of Monaco was intoxicating, with its sun-soaked streets and opulent yachts. The competition was fierce, the stakes higher than ever. Yet, James found his thoughts straying towards Niki. They had become rivals on the track and, somehow, confidants off it. There were late-night conversations, hushed and intimate, where they shared dreams and fears over drinks.

One such night, James almost blurted it out. They were on the deck of a yacht, the sea breeze ruffling their hair. Niki was talking about his plans for the next race, but James couldn't focus. His mind was racing with words he couldn't say.

"I admire you, Niki. More than you know," He managed, his voice thick with unspoken emotions.

Niki smiled, a rare, genuine smile. "I know, James. I feel the same."

The words hung in the air, open to interpretation. James' heart pounded, but he said nothing more. The moment passed, leaving him with a bittersweet taste of what could have been.

Belgium

There was no reason for him to be this happy. After McLaren made changes to the car it became difficult to drive and James ended up lurching all over the track, holding other drivers up, and eventually retired with gearbox failure.

As the race ended and Niki emerged victorious, James found himself clapping louder than anyone else, his admiration barely contained while his engineers just scoffed at him in disbelieve. He didnt care though. He stopped doing that a long time ago.

Zandvoort

James often caught himself watching Niki, thinking about what might happen if he took the leap and confessed his love.

But he never did. Instead, he masked his feelings with a reckless lifestyle—partying, women, and substances. Each time he saw Niki's determined face, the longing in his heart grew stronger.

The celebration after James's latest victory was in full swing. Champagne flowed, laughter echoed, but James felt a hollowness inside. Across the room, Niki was engaged in conversation, his sharp features softened by a rare smile. He was talking to Marlene, a beautiful woman who seemed to be the only one who could break through Niki's stern exterior.

James's heart ached. He downed another glass of champagne, trying to drown the jealousy and longing that gnawed at him. What if he had taken that chance, back in '73? What if he had told Niki how he felt?

Watkins Glen

James stood in the shadows, watching Niki with Marlene, her laughter ringing out like a melody. He turned away, unable to bear the sight, and retreated to his hotel room. He saw them together often, and each time, a part of him shattered, and James cursed himself for never having the courage to confess his feelings. He never dared to hope.

Trying to numb the pain, he drowned his sorrows in alcohol and drugs. The party raged on, but James felt increasingly isolated, lost in his thoughts.

Tokyo

The neon lights of Tokyo painted the city in vibrant hues. The race was over, the celebration in full swing, but James was nowhere to be found.

In his hotel room, James poured himself another drink, the alcohol mixing with the drugs he'd taken earlier. The room spun around him, memories of races, laughter, and stolen glances merging into a painful blur.

He wondered what might have been if he had confessed his love. "What if I told him?" he muttered, downing most of his freshly poured drink "What if I just told him I love him?"

What-ifs and could-have-beens crashed over him in relentless waves, each one more unbearable than the last. His vision blurred, hot tears spilling over and streaming down his cheeks.

James collapsed onto the floor, staring at the ceiling as a sob ripped through him, raw and guttural, shaking his entire body. He tried to wipe at his eyes, but the tears kept coming, a torrential flood that refused to be stemmed. His fingers brushed against his cheeks, smearing the tears, mixing them with the alcohol he spilled.

Each sob grew louder, more desperate, as if he could cry out the anguish that had settled deep within his soul. Arms wrapping around his knees, he curled into himself, rocking back and forth in a futile attempt to find comfort.

His breaths came in ragged gasps, the pain in his chest tightening with every exhale as the room around him seemed to dissolve into a haze of sorrow, the shadows closing in, suffocating him with their presence.

The desperate banging on the door was muffled at first, almost as if it were part of the whirlwind in his head. James barely registered the noise, consumed entirely by his grief. It grew more insistent, a rhythmic pounding that seemed to match the frantic beat of his own heart. He heard voices calling his name, but they were distant, like a dream slipping away.

The door swung open with a force that startled him, and there, framed in the doorway, stood Niki Lauda, breathless and wide-eyed. Niki’s face was a mixture of confusion and concern, his eyes wide as he took in the scene before him.

James looked up, his vision swimming through the tears, and saw Niki standing there, silent and stunned. For a moment, everything froze. The banging on the door had stopped, replaced by an eerie silence that seemed to stretch on forever. Seeing Niki there, so vividly present when he’d only imagined him in his sorrow, was both a comfort and a fresh stab of pain.

Niki took a step forward, his eyes never leaving James’s. “James,” he said with a forced calmness, the name hanging heavily in the air. “Scheiße, James, what happened?”

"I'm sorry," he choked out between sobs, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm so, so sorry."

He didn't know who he was apologizing to—Niki, himself, the universe. It didn’t matter.

James tried to speak once more, but the words caught in his throat. He could only stare up at Niki, his emotions laid bare, his sobs a stark admission of his despair. He wiped at his face, trying to regain some semblance of composure, but the effort was futile. The weight of his sorrow and regret was too much to bear.

Niki knelt beside him, his expression a mix of sadness and empathy. He reached out a hand, carefully pulling James into a sitting position, supporting him with a firm but gentle grip. “I’m here, alright? We’ll get through this.” he said, his voice steadier than James’s own trembling hands. “Just… just breathe. In Gottes Namen was tust du dir nur an.”

James clung to Niki, his sobs finally quieting and his breathing slowing down. The room still spun, but now there was a lifeline amid the chaos.

Niki stayed with him, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them, but in that moment, the silence was enough. They sat together on the floor until Niki was convinced James wouldnt fall over or start sobbing again as soon as he let go of him.

He helped James to his feet and guided him to the couch, ensuring he was seated comfortably before moving to fetch a glass of water and some painkillers.

“You can't keep doing this to yourself. Ich kann nicht immer da sein um auf dich auf zu passen." Niki murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. " You need to stop this—drugs, alcohol. You’re destroying yourself."

James’s eyes followed every movement of Niki’s. His gaze was unwavering, even as he struggled to stay conscious. He was too weak to respond verbally, but his eyes spoke volumes, filled with a mix of regret and adoration.

Niki moved about the room, tidying up and picking up the discarded bottles with a practiced efficiency, cleaning the mess and making sure James was well enough to avoid a trip to the hospital. Despite his frustration, there was a tenderness in his touch, a silent promise that he wouldn’t leave James in this state, no matter how much James had hurt himself.

As Niki worked, James began to whisper to himself, his voice barely audible over the sound of Niki’s movements and his own ragged breathing

"If I had the chance to start over… the first person I’d seek out would be you, Niki."

Niki froze for a moment, his hand hovering over a dirty glass. He looked down, catching James’s eye for a split second. There was something in James’s gaze that made Niki pause, his heart aching despite the anger he felt.

“I should’ve... I should’ve told you, should’ve taken the chance while I could” James continued as he looked up into Niki's eyes “I would’ve done it right this time. I would’ve told you everything. I would-”

"You need to drink your water." Niki interrupted harshly as he turned to put the glass and the empty whiskey bottle on the counter.

“I’m sorry,” James whispered again, his voice breaking. “I didn’t... I didn’t know how-”

Niki leaned in to check James's pulse once more but remained silent, his presence a comforting anchor in the storm of James’s emotions. The weight of the words that James had never said lay heavily in the room.

In a halting voice, he continued, "I... I love you, Niki. I've always loved you. And I know I've messed everything up, but if I had another chance, I'd do it all differently. I'd do it right."

For a long moment, Niki said nothing, just knelt there, processing the words that hung heavy in the air. He finally shook his head slightly, as if to clear his thoughts, and resumed tending to James, his movements a little gentler now.

Making sure James was settled in bed, his head resting on a pillow and a glass of water within reach, Niki turned to leave, casting one last glance at James.

“Rest, James. We'll talk more when you're sober. I’ll be around if you need anything." he said softly, his voice lacking its earlier harshness.

He turned off the light and quietly left the room, leaving James alone in the darkness.

James lay in the darkness, tears streaming down his face once more. He had finally said it, but it felt like he had lost everything. He clung to the hope that maybe, somehow, he could fix things. But for now, he was alone, begging the universe for a chance to turn back time.

The room was silent, save for his whispered plea, "I didn’t mean for it to be this way. Please. Please, let me go back. Let me fix this."

But the past remained unchangeable, and James was left to face the consequences of his silence, his heartache echoing in the empty room.

STAY SAFE!! [ID: the Gilbert Baker pride flag with the words “Happy pride to all those who are unable to celebrate openly and safely. You are loved and seen!” in all-caps black text over it. /end ID]

Mentally preparing for writing a tragic love story about Niki and James atm (I’m listening to sailor song by Gigi Perez on repeat)

For @christiangeistdorfer some photos/video and information on Falco and Niki Lauda's friendship!

This video is of when Falco and Niki Lauda had a shared birthday party. Near the end Falco drags Niki on stage to dance with him and then accept a birthday cake which Niki then chucks at another friend!

Here is a video of Falco performing at one of the Lauda Air parties. You can see Niki dancing in the crowd at parts.

Information: Being both famous Austrians Niki Lauda and Falco got to know each other and became quite close friends. Niki always had good music taste so this is unsurprising. Niki would host big parties/Christmas parties for his employees at Lauda Air and Falco would go and perform at them. Him and Niki would also go to some events together and go to some night clubs together. When Falco was killed in an accident Niki Lauda personally flew Falco's body back to Austria on his plane. He attended the funeral without his cap and would go on to name one of his planes after Falco. They were really good friends.

scrolling through my photos and came across this banger