The Elevator

The moment I knew // part 2 (Reader!Bridgerton x Tewkesbury)

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Summary: Still very much madly in love, you hope to meet him again to the annoyance of your siblings. Who rahter think you are too young and too foolish to be that much. An invitation to a small gathering makes your dreams come true when you meet him there. Does he feel the same way and what might the future hold for you both? [ part 1 ]

Soft melodic music came from the piano. Colin playing the piano. Their fingers gentle touching the keys, movements smooth easing into the song. The sweet melody filled the parlor, putting everyone in a trance of silence. Benedict who had a sketching note on his lap, stared out of the window. Perhaps dreaming of inspiration. Daphne was reading a novel, her eyes stuck on the same page as she hadn’t turned one in a while. Anthony sat down in the armchair, hands crossed, staring in deep thoughts. On the floor were Hyacinth and Gregory playing with horse figurines.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes. The music making you dream about Tewkesbury. Ever since you met him last week, he was all you could think about. If this is what love felt like, you wanted to bottle it forever. Opening your eyes, the music had pushed you. You got up from your position making your brother Anthony quirk his eyebrow up.

You went over to the piano near Colin, letting your finger slide over the top. He smiled at you seeing how you walked around the piano, dreamily. You spun around, moving your hands gracefully. As if a princess was dancing. You spun away from the piano, moving your arms in a slow graceful way. Moving your shoulders gently, you danced around the piano. Anthony sighed deep, adverting his gaze from you. You went over to your siblings playing on the floor. – “Gregory come dance with me.” – you said extending your hands to him.

He smiled honoring, taking your hands. You pulled him up, using him as a dance partner. Holding him as you hopped from side to side. Gregory doing to the same. You then spun around with him laughing. Grabbing each other’s arms so tightly, you feared you might fall if one let go from the intensity of spinning. Anthony glanced your way, smiling for a moment. For a moment joy had returned to the house. Gregory and you were laughing, holding each other’s hand while hopping away and towards each other.

Colin altered the music a bit to match your dance. Hyacinth was smiling on the floor, eager to join. She jumped up, joining the three of you. She locked arms with you, running around as you let go and took Gregory’s arm to do the same. Then they repeated the steps making you smile giddy. Benedict looked away from the window to you. – “What are you doing?” – he asked curious. – “Can’t you see.” – Francesca pitched in from the side, making him turn his head to her. – “She’s in love.” – she added to make it clear.

Anthony sighed so loud it made everyone look at him. – “She met him once!” – he outed trying to sound reasonable. – “She is likely never going to see him again.” – Anthony added making you cross your arms. – “I wouldn’t be so sure of that brother.” – you answered. – “I will search the entire country if I must to find him. We are destined to be together.” – you stated loud and clear. Colin stopped playing the piano, sensing the tension.

Anthony puffed loud. – “You don’t even know the first thing about love.” – he said looking away with annoyance. – “And I suppose you do?” – you asked back. – “Y/n!” – Benedict interfered. You turned to look at your siblings. – “None of you do!” – you called out gesturing at them all. – “I know what I feel, and it is love!” – you outed loudly. – “You are too young.” – Colin interfered still sitting at the piano. You glared at him for saying that. Benedict exhaled deep, pulling you closer to him by taking your hand.

“You hardly know him sister.” – he said calmly trying to put some sense into you. – “Then I will get to know him. It is not that difficult to conversate Ben.” – you replied. Benedict sighed deep. – “Y/n.” – he started taking both your hands. – “Y/n listen…” – he lowered his head a bit to catch your gaze. You sighed soft, turning your head at him. – “You have plenty of time to fall in love. Once you are debuted…” – he continued as you tore your hands out of his grip.

“I don’t need to debut to know who I want to marry because it is rather simple. I want to marry Tewkesbury!” – you made clear. Your harsh tone made Anthony jump up. – “Enough!” – he shouted. – “I don’t want to hear another word about that boy!” – his finger pointing sternly at you. – “Understood.” – you responded plainly, curtsying for your brother. It stunned him to see you suddenly act to coldly towards him. You moved past them, leaving the parlor. Going straight up the stairs towards your room.

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Violet gleamed holding an invitation in her hand. – “Children.” – she addressed making you all stop eating and look at her. – “We have received an invitation from Lady and Lord Wattlesbrook.” – Violet said as some of your siblings frowned. You sighed explaining. – “The Wattlesbrooks are long close friends of mother’s family. Mother knew them ever since she was young.” – you enlightened.

“Why that is true Y/n.” – she answered a bit proud you remembered them as she rarely spoke of them. Violet cleared her throat continuing to explain the invitation. – “They’ve invited us to a small gathering at their estate for the evening.” – she finished as Hyacinth leaned back in her chair disappointed. – “I suppose only the elderly children get to go?” – she said crossing her arms.

Violet smiled at her. – “No, my child. You are all invited.” – she made clear. Hyacinth gasping loud as she turned to look at Gregory with delight. – “Mother don’t you think they are too young to attend?” – Anthony spoke from across the table. He glanced your way as you never returned the manner. – “No.” – Violet insisted upon. – “It is a simple gathering with music, card games and chattering. Nothing more, nothing less.” – she explained. – “Oh how delighted.” – Daphne said.

She turned to place her hand on Benedict’s arm. – “You can recite some poems if you like? Oh, I just know everyone would be delighted to hear so.” – she said dreamy making Benedict chuckle nervously. – “I am not so sure Daphne… my poems…” – he cleared his throat. – “I have not perfected them… I feel rather nervous outing them to the world.” – he continued. Daphne pouted her lip.

One last attempt to persuade him. – “We’ll see…” – Benedict responded looking quickly away. Daphne smiled proudly making Francesca roll her eyes. You remained silent, thinking of Tewkesbury. How much you hoped he might be there as well. Violet placed the invitation aside, motioning to everyone to continue eating. Chatter filled the dining table pretty quickly.

Several conversations going through another. You didn’t converse with anyone, eating in silence as you had not forgotten who easily they dismissed your own feeling. You knew what you were feeling, and it was love. No one had ever made you feel that special. No one other then your brothers had been able to make you smile like that. He wasn’t as stiff as any other gentleman you had met in gathering with your brothers. He was different.

The night had come for the gathering at Lord and Lady Wattlesbrook. The carriage was cramped you had to take two to fit everyone in. You had shared a carriage with mother, Hyacinth, Gregory, and Francesca. Allow your older siblings to sit together. The weather was chilly for this hour around 8. Before you had fully gone out of the carriage, came Benedict at your side. He offered you his arm. – “No thank you.” – you said holding your hand up. – “I’ll go with mama.” – you stepped back, taking Violet by the arm.

Benedict couldn’t deny he felt a bit heartbroken, yet he simply smiled it away, taking Eloise instead. Anthony escorted Daphne as Colin had Francesca on his arm. Hyacinth had mother’s other arm, Gregory holing Hyacinth’s. You swallowed nervously as you approached the estate. The doors opened as you were immediately met up with the hospitality of Lady Wattlesbrook. – “Violet Bridgerton!” – she called out with open arms. Violet untangled her arms from you, greeting the elderly woman with open arms of herself.

“Are.. these your children?” – she questioned after a short embrace. – “Well yes.” – Violet spoke touching the back of her hair briefly. She greeted you all. – “Lovely to see you again Violet.” – Lady Wattlesbrook said to her. Violet smiled. – “Indeed it is Martha.” – she responded. – “Lord Wattlesbrook is inside.” – she explained as you all motioned to venture further into her estate.

Hyacinth, Gregory, Francesca, and you all stared in awe at the gathering room. All her doors open for free entries. You walked past a room where men were chatting and laughing by a fireplace. In the next there were woman gossiping in close proximity. Music filled the hallway as you turned your head to look inside a grand room. By the piano was a girl playing, surrounded by lovers of the music. All of you entered the ballroom. Several people dancing. – “So much for a small gathering.” – you heard Anthony mumble to Daphne.

You didn’t mind as it perhaps gave you hope that he might be here as well. Your older siblings went off to wherever as you remained with mother and the youngest. As the night progressed, you had visited many rooms. Finding yourself currently in the room with the piano. Your sister Francesca blessing everyone with her playing and singing. You were leaning against the entrance with your head, daydreaming a bit. Taking a deep breath, you looked over your shoulder.

Glancing back at your mother on the armchair with other ladies beside her, you decided to simply leave. She was occupied with admiring Fran anyways. You left walking the corridors. Pausing by the ballroom you saw Daphne and Colin dancing with someone. Exhaling deep, you continued wandering off. Glancing up, you thought about the upper floors. Finding the stairwell, you went upstairs. Roaming the area that went in a square, in the middle a gaping hole where the stairs led up.

Going around, you followed the course of the square, suddenly stopping. Breath shuddering as you saw him. Standing lost by a tree, mindlessly admiring it. He was plucking at some leaves, looking rather lonely. Your heart leaped making you grab the railing. – “Tewkesbury!” – you called out loud. Tewkesbury got startled as if caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to. He immediately let go of the tree, looking around to whoever shouted his name.

It was then that his eyes fell upon you across from him. His smile widening, suddenly feeling no longer lonely or bored. You let go of the railing, running the corner to meet up with him. So did he, meeting you halfway by an edge. – “Y/n!” – he blurted out. – “I mean miss Bridgerton.” – he bowed having forgotten his manners. You smiled pulling him up from his bow.

“Just Y/n is fine.” – you told him. Tewkesbury smirked. – “How long have you been here?” – you asked walking in line with him around the square. – “A while…” – he answered with a shrug. – “So this is where you have been hiding from me.” – you teased, nudging him. He chuckled. – “If I knew you were here, I wouldn’t have been hiding.” – he answered.

He gestured at a bench as you sat down. He came sitting beside you. He stared in front of him, adjusting his suit jacket when you turned to him. – “What are some dreams you aspire?” – you asked making him quirk his eyebrow up. – “Right to the deep stuff.” – he joked. – “What happened to do you play an instrument? What is your dance of preference? Languages?” – he said with a smile. – “Oh I also would like to know those things.” – you reassured him.

He smiled teasingly. – “If I may go first, what dreams aspire you, Y/n?” – he asked directing the question to you. You smiled shy, looking down at your hands. – “I…I always dreamed of becoming a princess.” – you told him. Tewkesbury’s smile faltered as he stared in front of him. – “I can’t make you a princess.” – he said softly. You turned your head to him. – “I know.” – you told him, taking his hand on his knees. – “I aspire something new now.” – you told him. – “Oh…” – he said curious.

“I aspire to be yours.” – you spoke squeezing his hand in yours. Tewkesbury smiled sheepishly. – “Funny as I aspire that too.” – he said funnily making you nudge him playfully. – “Mock me all you want.” – you said pulling your hand out of yours. He immediately took it back. – “I didn’t say you could let go.” – he said, tightening slightly his grip around your hand. – “I also wasn’t mocking you.” – he whispered gazing at you. – “The least I can make you is Viscountess.” – he said looking in front of him. You leaned into him. – “That is more than enough.” – you told him.

Tewkesbury turned to smile at you. The two of you chatted more, revealing more about one another. The more you heard, the more you fell in love with him. No matter what your siblings said, this was true love. You felt it, you witnessed it from within. This is the stuff poets spoke off. He got up, pulling you with him. Walking close by you ventured further around the estate exploring. You frowned, looking around you when Tewkesbury wasn’t at your side anymore. – “Tewkesbury?” – you said suddenly seeing him by one of the flower vases.

He took out a flower, looking suspiciously over his shoulder if no one had seen it. He then returned to you. – “For the fairest lady.” – he said bowing, holding the flower out. You took it, curtsying before him. Biting your lip subtly, you looked around if anyone was near. When no one was, you approached Tewkesbury kissing his cheek soft. – “Thank you.” – you whispered seeing him burn up. He came at your side once more, continuing the walk.

You stopped at a balcony, overlooking the nightly lit gardens. Leaning against the frame, you gently plucked at your flower. – “I wish I was older.” – you sighed. Tewkesbury turned his head to stare out of the window. Closing his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, he stared down at his hand. Fingers gently holding onto the ring around his finger. The one he got from his father.

He let his finger rub over the ring while thinking. Then the ring slid off his finger. He took your hand making you furrow your brows. Palm facing up, he placed the ring in your hand. You stared with wide eyes at the ring as he closed your hand on it. – “This… this is a promise to you Y/n.” – he said not looking away from your hand.

“A promise that I only shall love you. That when the time has come for our season, I shall call you mine from the first day.” – he continued batting his eyes up. You smiled in return, eyes filled with tears. – “I shall love no other.” – you said trying to keep yourself from sobbing loud.

Tewkesbury brought your clasped hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles. – “Tewkesbury!” – he heard loud making him lower your hands. – “I shall see you again.” – he said backing away. – “Tewkesbury where are you?” – the same woman’s voice spoke. You nodded holding on tight to his ring. Tewkesbury left, leaving you alone. Taking a deep breath, you brought your hands to your chest.

Looking past the wall, you saw him meet up with an elderly woman. She resembled him some. His grandmother perhaps? They left together. You pulled out a thin lint from your hair, tying the ring around it. You then hung it around your neck, hiding the ring underneath your top.

“There you are!” – a voice came through coming from the side to stand by the balcony with you. It was Benedict. – “Are we to return home?” – you asked. He nodded, taking you with him back downstairs.

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Cherry tomato?

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader

Theme : Fluff

In which you did a Tiktok prank on your boyfriend and he nearly fainted.

You were sprawling on the couch, giggling and chuckling at your phone. You had been watching Tiktok and there was this trend going on where you told your dad or significant other about a $100 for a premium air so you wanted to try it on Charles.

Charles didn’t reply and you didn’t expect him to. He had a meeting with a brand so he had told you earlier that he won’t be able to reply to you immediately but you told him it won’t be a problem as you wouldn’t be going anywhere.

“Hi, baby.” Charles came home and placed his watch on the dining table before giving you a peck on your cheek.

“Oh, hi!”

“Where did you go today? I thought you said you had no plan?”

“Ah, I went to get these!” You popped a slice of cherry tomato into your mouth and offered one to him. Charles then went to your side and leaned over so you could feed him. “It was crazy expensive, wasn’t it?”

He was already walking to the fridge to get himself a drink while still chewing on the cherry tomato. “Sorry?”

“I can’t believe it was that expensive!” You threw in another cherry tomato into your mouth.

“The cherry tomatoes?”

“No, the air!”

Charles frowned before closing the fridge and ambled his way back to where he was by your side. He was clearly confused, it looked like he had question marks all over his head and you had to control your laughter. “What air are you talking about, baby?”

“The tire pressure! I never knew they charge you £50 per tire!”

“What? Who told you that?” Charles tilted his head to catch on your gaze.

“The guy at the tire shop! He was like you have to pay £50 for this.” You mimicked the way the guy supposedly talk.

“Was he trying to tell you a joke?”

“No, he wasn’t! I was supposed to pay £200 for all four tires because he told me all of them were under-inflated but he gave me a discount so I only had to pay £100 which was a good deal because that meant I paid what…like £25 per tires.”

“Wait, wait. Slow down. I’m confused.” Charles shook his head as if he was trying to shake off those question marks and pushed the bowl of cherry tomatoes away so you could stop munching on them and pay attention to him. “So, you are saying that you paid £100 for the air?”

“I paid £100 instead of £200, yeah.” You shrugged and pulled the bowl closer to take another cherry tomato.

“Baby, stop.” He held you wrist before you could touch the them.

“Why?”

“You paid £100 for air?”

“Yes, mon beau. It was a good discount I know. He probably gave the discount because I looked pretty today.” You retracted you arm away from his grip to go back to the cherry tomatoes.

“Stop, stop.”

“Charles!” You scowled at him and crossed your arms.

“They didn’t give you a discount, they scammed you!”

“What? Why?” You could get an Oscar for the facial expression alone.

“You were supposed to pay 50 cents for it. No one paid that much! Are you crazy?” He gasped in horror and looked like he could faint any moment.

“It wasn’t me! It was the guy!”

“I’m gonna give them a call.” He heaved a sigh and was about to walk away to get his phone before you casually reply, giving him another heart attack.

“He said it was a premium air.” You tried making it sound like a mumble but it was clear, clear enough to make his ears red as he turned back to look at his girlfriend who looked so nonchalant that he wished he could knock some sense into her head.

“What did you say?”

“It was premium air. He said it was more crisp than the normal one.”

“Baby, my blood pressure has reached my head and I’m getting goosebumps. Please tell me this is a joke.”

“I’m not joking! I paid them cash.”

“You paid them cash? Why would you pay them cash? Now we can’t even file a complain because we have no proof.”

“They said they only accept cash. Do you want another cherry tomato?”

“Oh my god, baby.” Charles had no other words to continue this conversation so he just heaved a sigh again and leaned his forehead against your shoulder.

“I’m just kidding! It was a prank.” You giggled and stroked on his back.

“What?”

“It was a prank!”

He stood up straight and pinched on the middle of his brows. “Please don’t do that again. You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“You should have seen your face! It was so cute!” You chuckled and pinched on his nose.

“No more cherry tomatoes for you. Give me that.”

“Wait, no!”

no thoughts just guanyu helping nyck out of his suit ..

Best one I've read in a while 🤩🤩

red currant | daniel ricciardo

FORMULA ONE DRIVERS MASTERLIST

this is a part 2 of plum but you can read both as standalones if you wish so

summary: Daniel got everything he wished for: his girl became his wife and she gave him the coolest kid he could have ever hoped for, who has the majority of the grid wrapped around her tiny finger.

warnings: my my, I’m sorry for writing Daddy Ric, I broke my own heart in the process. Now I wish this kid really existed.

words count: 5.2k

a/n: I loved writing Plum so much, you have no idea, but I think I truly made a mistake when I took the other request I had and wrote the follow up. This has made me bawl my eyes out at 3am after a long day of work. I usually ain’t sorry for the duress I put you through when I write stuff, but this one? This one, I’m sorry for.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY

CHARLES LECLERC

WE LOVE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY

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LMAOOO THIS WITH THE LECLERC BROTHERS 😭😭

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That went well? (Lando Norris x Leclerc! Reader)

N.B: this had been in my drafts for a while, I hope you like it.

WARNING: SWEAR WORDS. F WORD MULTIPLE TIMES. PREGNANCY PRANK PLOT. MENTION OF COCK AND DICKHEAD (BOTH USED AS INSULTS). MENTIONS OF HITTING / SMACKING AS AN OLDER BROTHER (I DO NOT CONDONE VIOLENCE) let me know if I missed anything!

You didn't know how they managed to convince you, honestly it was a suicide mission, but still you could see the fun in your brothers' reactions, which is why you decided that inviting your brothers and their partners over would be a good way to do the prank.

Setting everything up, you started to get extremely nervous, you didn't know what to expect, all three Leclerc males are very unpredictable even if you grew up together your whole lives.

You knew there was no going back once you heard Carla's (Aurthur's girlfriend) scream from the bathroom, where you had set up the pregnancy test in the bin- hidden but visible enough for someone who would throw something away to see.

Meeting Lando's eyes from across the table, the same thought ran through your heads- well, there's no going back now.

While Arthur rushed to see Carla, followed by Lorenzo and his girlfriend, Charles spotted your nervous expression, your bouncing leg and your nails picking at the opposite thumb tearing off the skin. It was the last action that stopped the middle Leclerc boy dead in his tract, you only did that when you think whatever you did or said was downright bad- should stay away and isolate myself bad.

"YOU FUCKING BRITISH BREADSTICK," a strong, enraged voice echoed through the entire building "I WILL MAKE YOU CHEW ON YOUR OWN COCK YOU DICKHEAD."

Now, the Leclerc brothers have heard Lorenzo cursing up a storm before, but he had always been very careful around YN, installing into Charles and Arthur that yes you can swear and joke around with such words and insults around your friends, but not around girls and most certainly not their baby, innocent sister.

Was YN scared? Yes, she had never heard her brother sound so furious. Was Lando shaking in his non existent boots? Absolutely. The young driver started to sweat as soon as he heard the loud cry of his girlfriend's oldest brother.

Flared nostrils, red face and steam coming out of his ears, Lorenzo appeared at the end of the hall looking like he had fought his way out of an amusement park's death train seat.

"YOU GOT YN PREGNANT!"

Now, it was Charles' turn to follow his older brother's footsteps, "YOU FUCKING TOOL BOX! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!"

"YOU WANKER!" now Landk did not expect Arthur to insult him with his own language- the British, but you can't always know what life's gonna throw at you.

Just like how he did not expect to be running around town at 7 PM trying to avoid Lorenzo's shoe that seemed to always re-appear in the eldest male's hands, along with trying to not get anymore bruises from the broken stick in Chales' hands (it broke as the older F1 racer smacked it on his back) all while trying not to question how Arthur even knows that many british insults.

"I feel like we should tell them that it's a prank." YN uttered softly, wincing as Charles has managed yet again to hit Lando, as if it was his birthday and Lando was his pinada.

"No no," Carla giggled as she watched Lorenzo's dress shoe fly across the street "this is fun."

Clark: 0

Robin: 1

New Year, New Challenges.

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

Warnings: heavy content warning ahead! - all the children are over 18!, cheating/publicized cheating, swearing, fights, separation of parents/divorce, alcohol and the consumption of, pregnancy mentions, abortions and medication relating to said topic, lots of tears, a few punches are thrown, throwing up, blood mentions, family therapy sessions, the dads are in over their heads, Charles is bamboozled as is Carlos and Pierre (all separate reasons), drunk teenagers, google translated French and Spanish. 

Word Count: 4.9k

Author’s Note: so many of you guys have been asking for an update to daddy and me + three, so here it is! it’s a jam packed on so hopefully this holds y’all over lmao - there is heavy content in this, please check warnings before reading. 

Daddy & Me + Three Masterlist

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Oliver’s 19th birthday was set to be an affair as dramatic as he was; booze, flair and fun was what the invite read when he showed you a few weeks back. 

As most events started, all of the children rounded up at the Leclerc house and headed out from there, the 6 of them heading to dinner with Georgina and Adrian meeting them there before they head to the club for the night. 

It was approaching 3:30 in the morning when the front door swung open - you, Charles and Carlos were all sitting in the kitchen. Sofia’s voice was coming from the foyer, the intensity matches the clicks of her heels on the tile floors.

Her father was waiting for her, the two of them would be on a flight heading to Spain in a few hours for her grandfather’s birthday. Hence why he was at yours, knowing that the kids would be getting in late and he figured it was best for her to freshen up by yours and head to the airport from there. 

What he wasn’t expecting were the words coming out of her mouth; “fuck you Christopher! You’re just like my fucking father. I refuse to end up like my mother.” 

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lance stroll high-fiving lil laura magnussen ❤️

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Dear Spa

Synopsis: The Belgian Grand Prix haunts the grid once again

young fem mercedes driver reader x F1 2023 grid

(george is on williams with alex, logan is the reserve driver)

We can’t remember “before you”

“Hi!” You grinned into the microphone when an interviewer called you over, to stand beside your teammate, Lewis. “Hi Y/n” He pulled you into a side hug. “Y/n, Mercedes have been looking fast so far, what can we expect from you two today?”

“Well, we hope to get onto the podium, and if not that, then just into the top 5 would be nice”

“And Lewis, what are your expectations for the cars today?”

“I mean, as Y/n said, we’re looking for the car to be in the top 5 at least. We’ve all been working hard in the garage and at the factory and we can only hope it pays off”

“Okay, thank you two, good luck today” The interview said as you two walked away and into the paddock.

2023 was your first year driving for Mercedes, although your third year in Formula 1. Toto Wolff had recruited you from Alpine in the middle of 2022 and had signed you for four years to drive alongside Lewis Hamilton. Seeing as you were much younger than him, you had developed a mentor-mentee relationship with the British man, and he became one of your closest friends on the grid. He gives you advice whenever he can and defends you when the racing world becomes too critical of you.

Right as you were walking through the paddock, you feel two arms wrap around your shoulders. “Hola” “Bonjour” Two accented voices say. “Hey guys, you ready for the race?” You grin at Charles and Carlos as you throw your arms around their shoulders.

“Yes, I can’t wait to be ran off the track again” Charles teases.

Two weeks ago, you ran his Ferrari off the track without even realizing it when he was trying to overtake you. He’s not mad since he ended that race in P3, but he still doesn’t miss an opportunity to tease you about it.

“That was two weeks ago, Chuck. Forgive and forget” You reply

“Don’t worry Y/n, I’ll just wave when I pass you” The Spainard says.

“And are you going to impede me if you do?”

“If I feel like it” He smiles. You laugh “I’ll see you guys later, good luck” You call as they walk towards the Ferrari garage.

You see George, Alex, and Lando together next. “Hey guys” You smiled as you brought each of them into a side hug. “Y/n, so, you remember how we asked you to come golfing with us on Tuesday and you said no?” George asked.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Yes?”

“Well, we asked Lily and Carmen to come along, so you won’t be bored when you join” He smiles as if he came up with the smartest idea possibly.

“Oh, seriously you guys?” You threw your head back as the trio smirked.

“Alright, I’ll come with you. I’m not golfing though”

“Aw thanks, Y/n, you always know how to make us feel loved” Lando said sarcastically.

“We’ll see you after the race, Y/n, good luck” Alex called over his shoulder as the three friends walked away.

“Good luck”

“Alright Y/n, you ready?” Lewis asked you as you stood across from each other in the Mercedes garage. You two were about to start your formation lap, but not without seeing the other off first.

“Of course. We’re going to do great, good luck” You smiled, then you remember you were wearing your helmets, so you hoped he could tell by your eyes that weren't yet covered by the visor. He removed the hands that were on your shoulders.

“Good luck”

There was during you...

You sat in your car as the thirty-second warning came on. Your car rested at the P6 position, Lewis in front of you and Checo Perez behind you. It was supposed to be a good race, the skies were clear, the stands were full, and all ten teams were optimistic.

“Alright everybody, as the red lights come one, everybody clears the track” The voice of Ted Crofty becomes audible.

You take a deep breath, tighten your grip on the wheel, and focus your gaze on the lights above you.

1...

2...

3..

4..

5..

“And its light’s out and away we go in Spa! Max Verstappen gets away with no trouble, Charles Leclerc following after him into Turn 1. Fernando Alonso isn’t as lucky, scrambling to get away from Carlos Sainz’ Ferrari behind him. Lewis Hamilton manages just fine, as does his teammate behind him, Y/n L/n, pulling away from Checo Perez easily”

There’s a lot you probably should be worried about, but you’re glad you're not. You navigate through the race pretty easily, both Mercedes staying in their respective places until Lap 17. Carlos overtook Fernando, and now your teammate is attempting to do the same.

“Alonso, about to lose two places as Lewis Hamilton closes in on him in Sector. 3 He’s going for it. Hamilton down the outside...can he pull it off? Yes he can! Lewis Hamilton P4 and the show isn’t over for Fernando here. Y/n L/n wants a bit of action too, she’s going for it, their nearing Turn 3...”

DRS is on and you’re not giving up. You go down the inside of the Aston Martin, you’re Parrell to him, you’re going wheel to wheel...

“They touch! Contact between Alonso and L/n! L/n gets turned around and- oh no! Sergio Perez hits into the side of her car! Oh my...that looked...” For the first time in a while, Ted Crofty is speechless.

Suddenly there is debris everywhere. It’s an immediate red flag and the reflexes of the drivers behind Perez are tested as they try to avoid the collision in the middle of the track. The crash caused Sergio’s car to slow down, but it also set your car forward again which allows his to accelerate again. The Red Bull pauses, waiting for the cars behind him to clear before moving forward and stopping his car at the limits of the track.

“What happened?”

“Who was that?”

“That..that looked bad. Who was it?”

“That was Y/n? Is she okay?”

It all happened too fast. As a Formula 1 driver, you needed to have the fastest reflexes possible, but this time, if you blinked, you’ve already missed half of it. You knew your car had been sprawled sideways across the track, you just didn’t know Checo Perez a second and a half behind you.

It felt like the entire right side of your body had bowling balls thrown at it. You tried overtaking Fernando on a straight, so the Red Bull crashed into you with full power. Your hip felt the most force, but your legs were crushed under the dented medal of your car. You couldn’t even feel your right arm and it’s better that you didn’t. The crash knocked your head straight into the left side of your headrest and even with that bulky helmet, you were seconds away from unconsciousness.

For reasons you couldn’t figure out and didn’t have the time to, the words said in your last conversation swam in your head.

“Good luck”

“Good luck”

“Good luck”

If this is good luck, then what is bad luck?

You thought as your eyes closed. You didn’t have to find out, because the luck that was your life, runs out.

Eighteen cars are back in the pitlane, but Sergio Perez’s Red Bull remains out on the track. He turns off his car no problem, but his shaky hands cannot seem to unbuckle the harness that keeps him in his seat. He’s been in Formula 1 a long time, and he can’t thoroughly describe it, only as a terrible, terrible feeling, one you have all over your body. He’s only felt it once and he never wanted to feel it again. His body is in déjà vu, thinking of the terrible day in Japan, in denial of this day in Spa.

He pulls himself out of the car and sprints towards you. “Y/n!” He screams as loud as he possibly can. “Y/n!” He’s muttering curses and pleadings. “Y/n please” He lifts your visor to reveal your closed eyes. The Mexican swears again and looks around frantically for the medical team. He weaves his arms through the halo and starts shaking your shoulders. Segio doesn’t know what it’ll do but he doesn’t know what else he can do.

He unbuckles your harness as well before removing your helmet and balaclava whilst his brain is trying to remember the safety procedures he was taught. The man places two fingers underneath your chin where your pulse point is supposed to be. Except it isn’t, and Sergio Perez begins to panic. He tries to be still for a moment, watch your nose and your mouth and your chest for any signs of breathing, and places his hands over his own helmet covered face. His voice breaks. “Y/n”

Flashes of red lights dance across your reflective visor and the sound of sirens becomes audible. He keeps his head rested on the side of your car and his hands clasped together in a prayer, hoping that the crash could be undone. There are wheels squeaking against the track and footsteps rushing around and he feels a hand placed on his shoulder.

“Sergio, are you okay? Come over here, you need a checkup...” A marshal drones on but Checo’s mind is on you. That terrible feeling is drowning him, forcing him to remember how it felt when he learned Jules Bianchi died and how he promised to never let a friend die. Sergio Perez has been in Formula 1 a long time; he should know not to make promises you can’t keep.

But we never thought there’d be an “after you”

The Mercedes garage knows first. The message comes from a radio and Lewis thinks that no message that important should be given by a radio.

He’s angry first. The British man is not known for his rage, but it escapes him before he can control it. He’s been out of his car for almost 10 minutes by now, Toto telling him to come out when 20 minutes passed, and they hadn’t been given an update. Lewis was listening to the station the medical team uses, and he, like everyone else in the room, was still.

“We’ve completed the examination, there is no pulse. Y/n L/n is dead”

A calm, before the storm.

He grabs the radio before anyone can react and is shouting without even realizing it. “No you haven’t. You check and you check again and again until she walks back here, okay?” Lewis’s voice breaks and his heart knows it even though his brain is denying it.

“I’m sorry but she’s-”

“No, no, she isn’t anything. She is fine and you bring her back here right now. You tell her I need to talk to her, you tell her I need her right now” A sob slips from his mouth and he’s buried his head in his hands as if taking his eyes off the world would bring her back into it.

The normally stoic Toto Wolff has tears shining in his eyes and Susie is crying next to him. The engineers in the room don’t know what to do, only that they want to go home and miss you and try to convince themselves they’ll see you later, walking out of the hotel with a smile on your face, rushing to catch your flight.

The FIA knows your relationship with the rest of the drivers well enough that none of them will have the heart and mind to finish the race. They radio each of the team’s garage’s one at a time, breaking the news and informing them of their decision.

Ted Crofty and Martin Brundle know next, and they are graced with the gift of telling almost 400 thousand people that one of their drivers have died. Tec Crofty and Martin Brundle are well into their age and have seen a lot but seeing a young woman killed doing what she loved in a freak accident? No, that’s too much.

A heavy silence fills Circuit de Spa-Francorchamps and the fans are stunned into the silence of reality.

The drivers are questioning themselves for the first time since 2019. Charles Leclerc breaks down into tears and he’s not sure how many more loved ones he can lose before he crumbles completely. Pierre Gasly sobs at the thought of having to lay another bouquet of flowers at this track and this time, without you by his side.

Esteban Ocon is spiraling into déjà vu and Yuki Tsunoda is torn between comforting himself, Daniel Ricciardo, or making the trip to Alpine to see his best friend. In that moment, the Australian is sure he will never smile again because you aren’t here it mirror it or cause it. Carlos Sainz hopes he never loses one of his sisters but if he does, he knows it will feel like this. The Spainard only wished to protect you and keep you happy and is left crying with his wishes falling just like his tears.

Fernando Alonso knows this is something that will be engraved in his mind for every second of every day for the rest of his life. People assure him, it’s not your fault, it was a freak accident, but it doesn’t feel like it. He knows how to defend, especially without making contact, so how do you explain this? The man is advised not to let the grief consume him, but he welcomes it, lives with it until November, when he announces his retirement and knows that it’s permanent this time.

Lando Norris, George Russel, and Alex Albon are in states of disbelief.

We were talking, not even two hours ago... she was supposed to go with us...

You were supposed to go golfing with the three, yes, but you were also meant to go through Formula 1 with them. Be there for every podium, every win, every World Championship the four of you always dreamed of winning. Now they just dream of getting one more minute with you.

Dear Spa, stop killing our friends