Are you planning on continuing your works? Or are you taking a step back from writing? I've been waiting for a while for an update but nothing. It's a shame you're not writing anymore, I liked your works
hii, i'm back! I was quite sick so I disappeared but came back and stronger than ever (or at least that I hope). I took advantage of the medical rest that I had to write so that this week I come back with updates of all the fics!
thanks to all of you that have been asking me, it really means a lot come back and see all the good messages <3
pd: I'm kinda falling for a guy so all the content will be sweet (i hate myself for falling in love with a boy 😫)
i've seen some discourse over the off-season about the quality of writing on f1tumblr, which is not only disheartening to see because i know how much effort goes into fic writing and smaus, but it also makes me sad to think new readers aren't finding the gold that exists on here.
so, i wanted to create a thread for people to shout out their favourite writers or fics or blogs that supports f1 writers! here are mine in no particular order;
i absolutely adore you all and i know there are so many more blogs out there!
so please add your faves to this post or make a post of your own — i know it means the world to writers when ya'll shout them out.
💋 cate xo
@vettelsvee - lots of taylor swift inspired work (a whole series for each album, p sure) & the most consistent seb writer out there
@theonottsbxtch - her concepts are so insanely unique! perfect if you're into well-written work that will tug at your heartstrings
@luvstappen - i'm sure you've seen her lando/oscar fic somewhere but it's a wonderfully done smau. i'm still hooked after like 20-something parts
@ham1lton - not sure if she's currently updating BUT all of her reader characters are very fleshed out. her smaus are hilarious & her x marks the spot series is soo good
@moonlight-records - is writing one of my fav series (rich boys don't have hearts) and did a really cute christmas series
@celemilii - writes about older drivers, is collabing with vettelsvee on a series, and her narrative works are so sweet
@harrysfolklore - i'm pretty sure she's huge actually but in the unlikely event you've never come across her works she has an entire patreon FULL of smaus. literally a library atp.
(sorry for the tags! just wanted to share my appreciation for some of my fav writers)
I tell ya, I GASPED when I saw El Padre in that one bare back clip... (Alonso fans will likely know exactly what shot I'm referencing here. Still am searching for the full video, danggit ;~;) So I picked up my pencil and doodled it immediately. I'm afraid I've fallen deeply into this guy, he's alluring in every way.
summary: Pepe and Alina had something that he ruined, and she disappeared from his life without a trace. Or so she thinks. Two years later, fate crosses them again in London, but this time Pepe does not plan to lose her again. With the help of Fernando Alonso—his mentor and, to his surprise, Alina's uncle—he will attempt the impossible: recover what he once had. The problem is that Alina is not willing to fall again... and Pepe never stopped watching her from a distance.
warning: this story is part of Second Chaces Saga, bad language
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Pepe felt lost in what should have been a dream life. Yes, he was succeeding as a driver, yes, everything was going well with Red Bull… everything was going well, or at least that’s what Pepe told himself to keep from losing his mind.
His former F2 teammates were being given opportunities that he wasn’t in F1. The media and journalists speculated about their brilliant futures—everyone’s but his. The golden boy he had once been seemed to be losing his shine. Or perhaps I never had it to begin with, Pepe thought.
Sitting in a meeting room that only seemed to suffocate him further, he discreetly reached for his phone. A notification from his secondary account caught his attention: youruser has added a photo to their stories. A photo Pepe wasted no time in opening. A book, a cup of coffee, and a tagged café. In his desperate attempt to keep track of Alina—even if she despised him—he dug a little deeper. She was in London. Alina was in London. The same city as him, just ten minutes away from Red Bull’s headquarters.
“I’m sorry, but a family emergency has come up, and I…” Pepe wasn’t thinking about making up an excuse, only about seeing Ali again, about apologising, about telling her that he still loved her, about confirming to her that he had been an utter fool.
“Pepe, is everything all right?” asked Fernando, seated beside him. “Do you want us to get you a car?”
“No, I… I have to go. I’m sorry, it’s just…” Everyone seemed to accept it, but they didn’t truly understand. They didn’t know that if the Spaniard’s heart was now pounding, his hands clammy and his breath unsteady, it was because of her. It was always because of her.
He ran out of the building—he would get there faster on foot than by car, given London’s traffic. He couldn’t let her slip away again. He couldn’t let her escape his grasp. He couldn’t lose her once more, no matter how much he deserved to.
The café where Alina was hiding away was small, warm, and inviting—a perfect refuge from the rain drenching London that afternoon, a rain Pepe hadn’t accounted for. He stepped inside, shaking the water from his jacket as he cast a swift glance around the place. He had done the same in other cafés, on other streets, at other corners. And though he knew it was merely fate’s cruel game, he couldn’t stop the flicker in his chest when, at last, his eyes found her.
It was her. After two years, it was still her.
Alina sat by the window, an open book before her and a cup of coffee cradled between her hands. The grey reflection of the day made her figure seem almost unreal, as if she didn’t quite belong to that place.
Pepe felt the air leave his lungs. He had spent years imagining what it would be like to see her again, what he would do if they ever crossed paths. But now that she was right in front of him, he wasn’t sure whether to move or stay frozen in place, his heart pounding so hard he feared she might hear it from where she sat.
He took a step forward, then another. He was tired of avoiding her, of running from the memory of what he had done. He had come here in search of a chance, and even though he knew he didn’t deserve one, he couldn’t waste it.
When he reached her table, she lifted her gaze.
For a moment, time seemed to stop. Their eyes met, and Pepe saw how the initial surprise in Alina’s face quickly shifted into something else. Coldness.
“Ali…” he greeted, his voice barely above a whisper.
She didn’t look away, but neither did she offer him even the faintest warmth he had hoped for.
“Pepe.”
The simple sound of his name on her lips sent his heart racing. But there was no sweetness in her tone—only distance.
“May I sit?” he asked at last, feeling more vulnerable than he cared to admit.
She stared at him for a few seconds that felt like an eternity.
“Do whatever you want.”
Pepe took a seat across from her, the weight of discomfort settling over him. Where to begin? He had replayed this moment countless times in his head, but none of those imagined versions had included the crushing silence, the wall she had built between them. His fingers tapped lightly on the table, searching for something to say. She simply raised an eyebrow, waiting.
“I was just passing by and… saw you through the window.” Pepe tried to sound casual, but his uncertainty was painfully clear.
“Passing by?” she echoed, sceptical.
“Yes. London isn’t… my usual place, but, you know, work things.”
Alina let out a short, dry laugh. She knew he was lying. He didn’t simply pass by here. She could see it in the way he avoided her gaze, in the tension in his shoulders. He had always been a terrible liar.
“Right. Passing by,” she muttered with disdain.
An awkward silence followed. Pepe searched for the right words, and when he finally found them, his voice was quieter, almost hesitant:
“Alina, I… I didn’t expect to see you here. It’s crazy, isn’t it? After all this time…”
“No, it isn’t.” her tone was firm. “London is a massive city. Millions of people live here. The odds of running into you are slim, but not impossible. I suppose I was just unlucky.”
Her coldness hit him like a bucket of ice water. But he didn’t give up.
She set her cup down, her gaze fixed on him. There was something in her eyes—something Pepe couldn’t quite decipher. Was it anger? Sadness? Or both?
“And what is it that you want, Pepe?”
“I… I wanted to see you.”
“For what?” Alina cut him off before he could say more. “To apologise again? To remind me that I was just a game to you?”
Pepe felt the words catch in his throat.
“You weren’t a game to me.”
“Weren’t I?” she let out a bitter laugh. “That’s funny, because I certainly felt like one. A bet, remember? One of your little jokes with your friends. ‘How much do you want to bet that I can make her fall for me and then leave?’ That’s what you said, isn’t it?”
“I was an idiot.” Pepe leaned forward, his voice unsteady. “And I know that, Ali, I do. I never should have done it. But… but I swear, I never expected to fall in love with you.”
She looked at him as if she didn’t believe a single word.
“You have no idea what you did to me, Pepe. You were my first love. Do you even know what that means?”
He nodded, unable to speak.
“You were the first person I let in, the first person I loved, the only person I trusted with my secrets. And you… you took that and turned it into a joke.”
“It wasn’t a joke to me. Not in the end.”
“And what does that change?” the brunette stared straight at him, her eyes filled with something Pepe could hardly bear to see. “The damage was already done. You broke my heart, Pepe. And then you just moved on as if nothing had happened.”
“I didn’t move on.” The confession slipped out before he could stop it.
She blinked, caught off guard.
“What?”
“I didn’t move on.” Pepe lowered his gaze, his hands clenched on the table. “Since we ended things, my life has been a mess. Nothing has gone right. And I know I have no right to ask you to believe me, but… I never stopped thinking about you.”
“That doesn’t change anything.”
“I know. But… I was just a stupid seventeen-year-old. A stupid kid who didn’t realise what he had until he lost it.”
“And now you expect me to listen? After two years?”
Pepe looked up, his eyes locking onto hers.
“I don’t expect anything, Ali. I just… I just wanted you to know that I still love you.”
She turned away, her expression unreadable.
“I can’t say the same.”
Pepe felt those words carve something out of him, but he couldn’t blame her. He knew it was his fault. And still, he couldn’t give up. Because seeing her there, in front of him, felt like a second chance.
“You were my first love, too.” His voice was low, almost a whisper. “And I know I have no right to ask for anything, but… I can’t go on without at least trying to fix this.”
The girl stood up, picking up her book.
“Take care, Pepe.”
And with that, she walked away, leaving him alone.
Alina walked towards the door, feeling the Spaniard’s gaze burning into her back. She clutched her book tightly, as if it were an anchor keeping her steady. When she stepped out into the rain, she took a deep breath and let the cold droplets fall onto her face.
She knew that what she had told him wasn’t entirely true. Her life hadn’t been easy since they had broken up either. There were nights when she remembered how he made her feel, how he made her laugh, how he made her believe she was enough. There were days when she wished things had been different, that he hadn’t betrayed her. Not to mention, of course, that this so-called gap year—her father’s preferred term—was nothing more than a façade to cover up the fact that she was a failure who hadn’t managed to get into university.
But she couldn’t allow herself to be vulnerable in front of him. Not again. She had already learned what it meant to trust Pepe, and she wasn’t about to make the same mistake twice.
She could lie to him. She could even lie to herself. But she couldn’t lie to her own heart: it still hurt.
To Pepe, she had never belonged anywhere but by his side. But she wasn’t there, and that was his fault.
And now, he would do whatever it took to change that.
summary: Lucía is tired of falling in love over and over again so that it always ends the same way: with her heart broken. However, everything is different now. Lucía no longer believes in love, in fairy tales or in happy endings, she gave up on that. So she only has to hold on to the only thing that can give her stability, her new job opportunity as assistant to the seven-time world champion, Lewis Hamilton. For his part, Fernando is a hopeless romantic, a total gentleman and, at the same time, a first-class womanizer. But, when his path crosses that of Lucía, he realizes that she is the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with, it was instant, love at first sight you could call it. However, he hasn't stopped asking himself the same thing since he met her: how do you make someone fall in love with you who isn't willing to fall in love?
warning: this story is part of the Second Chances Saga
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At a very young age, I discovered that love is an illusion that, sooner or later, disappears without saying goodbye. It is nothing more than a mirage, revealing its falsehood the closer you get.
I never understood how love manages to wield more power than common sense, how passion overrides logic, or how it can be so bewildering that no one else truly knows how you feel when the only person you can rely on is yourself—always.
That is why, when my intuition told me to send my CV to Mercedes, the Formula 1 team, despite knowing nothing about the sport, I listened. Even when it made no sense at all.
I glance at my reflection in the narrow bathroom mirror inside the Mercedes garage before stepping outside again.
There is a dress code we must follow when we come to the paddock. According to Mr Wolff, we are the face behind the drivers—which makes perfect sense, considering I am about to become Lewis Hamilton’s shadow.
The clicking of my heels against the floor catches the attention of several people nearby, who turn to look at me with curious expressions. The only person I had met so far was Hamilton, on my first day at Mercedes' headquarters.
"Mr Hamilton, I’m sorry to interrupt," I say firmly, drawing the attention of the Austrian and the man he was speaking to, whom I believe they call Bono.
"Lucía, no problem. What’s up?" He crosses his arms and waits impatiently for me to speak.
Lewis has been incredibly kind and patient with me. I was warned he would be, but when you think of Formula 1—of the money, the expensive cars—you assume all the drivers will be arrogant. It seems one or two might be the exception.
"Interview with Sky Sports in ten," I inform him, "with Webber and Chadwick."
He pats the man’s shoulder in farewell and signals for me to follow him.
"Alright, this is what I need you to do today," he says as we step out of the tent. "When you're in the garage, keep an eye on Roscoe..."
"Your dog?"
"Yes, you need to look after him. Also—"
"With all due respect, I wasn’t hired to be a nanny, sir. I organise your schedule, set up and remind you of meetings—I’ll even bring coffee. But as much as I like animals, I’m not anyone’s caretaker."
"Fair enough," the Brit exclaims. "And you can call me Lewis, Lucía. We’re going to be spending too much time together not to be on a first-name basis."
"Of course, Lewis," I say, somewhat reluctantly.
"Now, can you grab me a Monster for after the interview?" I stare at him, waiting for him to say what I want to hear. He seems to get the hint. "Please."
I walk away from the Brit, looking for wherever I might find a Monster around here.
I started working with Lewis at the beginning of the year, so we haven’t been working together for long. During pre-season, I stayed at the facilities in England because I was "not ready" to be in the paddock—apparently, now I am.
"Excuse me," I call out to a girl passing by. "Do you know where I can buy drinks?"
"I'm looking for the exact same thing," she says. "I've never been here before."
"Yeah, same here, but my boss sent me to get one for him."
We start walking together almost without realising it, so I suppose we’ll look for it together.
"Your boss? Do you work here?"
"Yeah, I’m Hamilton’s assistant."
"You’re Lewis’s assistant!" she exclaims, as if she’s just uncovered the most fascinating thing in the world.
"Are you a fan?"
"No, it’s just... let’s say I’m seeing one of the drivers."
"Oh, you’re a WAG."
"No, for God’s sake! I hate when people say that. Besides, Sebastian and I are taking things slow."
Sebastian, Sebastian, Sebastian... Which Sebastian?
"Sebastian... Vettel?" I guess.
"Yes, exactly! By the way, I’m Violet," she introduces herself. "I’m already talking about my relationship, and I don’t even know your name."
I chuckle at how nervous she seems and introduce myself as well.
"I’m Lucía. Hey, haven’t we met somewhere before?"
"I don’t think so. You’re Spanish, aren’t you?" she notes. "I like the accent. I’m Brit."
"Oh, that’s nice."
"Yeah... I’m trying to learn Spanish," she says enthusiastically.
"I can help you if you need," I offer.
When I left Spain, I left everything behind. Friends, family, acquaintances, traditions. It wouldn’t be so bad to have someone to talk to—someone who’s in a similar situation to mine.
"Really!? I’d love that. Look," she says, pulling her phone out of her bag, "save my number. We can meet up if you like."
She gives me a shy smile, and I nod.
"There’s Seb. Come on, I’ll introduce you."
"Violet, that’s not necessary," I say as she drags me towards her boyfriend and his friend, whom I recognise from several adverts shown on Spanish television.
His gaze locks onto mine, and I don’t need words—because I see it all right there.
Fernando Alonso.
An arrogant, womanising idiot who thinks he’s better than everyone else just because he’s won two championships and because the national press idolises him as if he were some kind of god.
I know I said I don’t know much about the sport, but I don’t live under a rock.
Besides, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen him. A few years ago, my ex-boyfriend and I went to a club where celebrities often showed up, hoping to spot someone—and we did.
Fernando Alonso, with his hand under a girl’s skirt, right in the middle of the dance floor.
A truly great first impression.
"Mein Leben," the German exclaims when Violet comes into view, and she laughs like a lovestruck teenager.
"Darling," the Englishwoman greets him. "This is Lucía," she introduces me. "She’s Lewis’s new assistant."
Sebastian barely looks at me when he greets me. His eyes remain fixed on Violet, who keeps talking about how we ran into each other while looking for coffee.
The love in the blond’s eyes is evident—idyllic, and I’d even dare say nostalgic.
It looks real.
"The café is over there," Alonso interjects, still not taking his eyes off me. "I’m Fernando," he introduces himself.
"I know."
"You’re Spanish. A fan of the sport, I suppose?" he jokes.
"Couldn’t be further from it."
"Well, that’s good too," he laughs nervously. He definitely wasn’t expecting that answer.
"Violet, I have to go," I tell her. "If Lewis doesn’t have his drink by the time his interview’s over, he’s going to get annoying."
"No, wait," the brunette stops me.
"What is it?" I ask, confused.
"I..." He tries to find the right words, his hazel eyes locking onto mine as if searching for what he can’t say. "Nothing. I hope you find what you’re looking for."
[...]
I watch Lucía walk off in the direction I pointed out a few minutes ago, fighting the urge to go after her.
"You two need to help me," I tell the couple.
"With what?" my friend asks.
"Do you believe in love at first sight?" I ask before they can even respond.
"No."
"It’s ridiculous," Violet backs him up.
"I didn’t believe in it either," I admit. "But I’ve just fallen in love with Lucía."
Hiiii I was wondering if you did the Franco social media au where you are his best friend and you sleep together and you become pregnant and ghost him? And the fans go crazy in the comments? I’m trying to see if there was a part 2 but idk who did it lol
hii, sorry! It's not me but if you find the user please tag me, now I want to read it!
a formula 1 fanfiction saga composed by 12 fanfics and written by @celemilii and @vettelsvee
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YOU NEED TO KNOW THAT...
● Each fanfic can be read individually but I highly recommend reading several as the characters usually appear in several fanfics.
● Most of these fanfics will contain mentions of alcohol and other substance use, bad language. Read the warnings carefully before each chapter if you are not comfortable with certain topics.
● Constructive criticism, opinions and comments are more than welcome, but not hate.
● Please do not copy, translate, or be inspired by my content without my agreement.
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She made you decent, and in return you made her so happy...
[1] FIRST FLIGHT LOVE | George Russell
what if you meet the love of your life at an airport and never see him again?
[2] BE LOVE, BE IN LOVE | Fernando Alonso
what if you give up with love and someone comes to show you that not everything is lost?
[4] DON'T SAY YES | Jenson Button
what if the person you always dreamed of marrying is not the man you’re with at the altar but your best friend?
[5] COLD AS ICE | Carlos Sainz
what if you’re caught in a toxic relationship with someone from whom you can’t escape but the perfect getaway car arrives?
[6] SECRET DRUG LOVE | Oscar Piastri
what if the world’s most boring guy shows you that life full of luxury, alcohol and parties is not what you always wanted?
[7] SECRET SWEETHEART | Pepe Martí
what if the guy who hurt you the most begs for a second chance?
Reading the end of chapter two of Three Is A Crowd gave me literal chills. 😶 Makes me love Fernando even more. 😉 It's going to be a wild ride that's for sure. 😏
I've been in love with Fernando for two years now and I need people to see what I see (that he is hot af) 😫
if taylor announces rep tv today @celemilii and i have already something prepared related to second chances saga (she better does it) so you better be ready for it ‼️
summary: In their third year together, y/n and Kimi enjoy a strong bond, but the Finnish driver’s declining career increasingly consumes his focus. While Kimi's love makes y/n feel cherished, their relationship takes a back seat, limited to brief moments in the paddock. Enter Fernando Alonso, Kimi's charming teammate, who begins to fill the gaps Kimi leaves behind. When Kimi invites Fernando to join one of their intimate evenings, the dynamic shifts. Though this new sexual exploration brings excitement, it also tests the couple's original connection. How hard can it be to resist a persistent Spanish man, after all?
warning: bad language, english is not my first language, mention to threesome and sex under the cut
prologue
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After days of avoiding Kimi—even her own boyfriend—Y/n came to the conclusion that perhaps it was time to pretend nothing had happened. That the stupid proposal had never existed, that no one had seen anything. It was for the best, she told herself over and over again, but deep down, she knew things between them weren’t right, and everything was only getting worse. Her relationship with Kimi was no longer the same, and no matter how hard she tried, the attraction to Fernando still lingered—something she couldn’t ignore.
With that mindset, she faced the Austrian Grand Prix. So far, the weekend had been decent for the Italian team’s drivers, though Fernando was standing out far more than Kimi, who had qualified in eighth place.
At one point, Kimi approached Y/n in the pits. He looked at her with a mixture of tenderness and distrust, as if trying to mend what had broken between them. He hugged her tightly, as he always did, but the spark was gone. After days without speaking, the distance between them felt greater than ever. When they pulled apart, Y/n decided to break the ice.
"What if we go on a date? Tonight. We could have dinner at that new restaurant that just opened nearby and..." she said casually, though deep down, her voice trembled slightly. The idea of trying to fix things, even for a moment, made her feel vulnerable.
Kimi looked at her with mild surprise, as if he hadn't entirely understood.
"I can't," he replied in his usual tone—so impersonal it almost felt distant. "I have to stay late with the team."
Y/n nodded, though a knot tightened in her stomach. In that moment, all she could think about was the emptiness of the relationship they shared.
A little while later, Y/n received a message on her phone from an unknown number. It was short and direct: Meet me in the garage bathroom. There was no need for further explanation; she knew without a doubt it was from Fernando. A shiver ran down her spine, and though she tried to resist, she couldn't ignore the mix of anxiety and anticipation that crept over her.
She got up and walked purposefully towards the garage bathrooms, where she found him waiting—as if it didn't surprise him in the slightest that she had come. Fernando's gaze was as intense as ever, but there was something different in his stance, something closer, as if the invitation was no longer just a suggestion but a shared need.
"Well, well, look who’s back in the paddock—Mrs Raikkonen."
"Yes, yes, go on, mock me all you want to," Y/n replied wearily, leaning against the bathroom wall while Fernando rested against the sink. "What do you want?"
"Have you thought about it?" Fernando asked, his voice low but clear, as if everything that had happened until now depended on her answer.
Y/n didn’t know how to respond, but what left her lips was sincere and direct.
"There’s no point in accepting the proposal. Kimi never has time for our relationship, and he’ll have even less if he suddenly has a boyfriend as well." The words came out more bitter than she had intended, but that was the truth—the distance between them was growing every day.
In the silence that followed, Y/n let out a forced laugh, an attempt to lighten the weight of the conversation, but her voice betrayed the exhaustion she carried inside.
"Don't be ridiculous. I’d be *your* boyfriend, not Kimi’s." Fernando looked at her, his expression slightly teasing, but there was something else in his eyes.
"Ah, of course, of course. So, I’d be doing *you* a favour, then?" she replied, her tone sharp with sarcasm. It wasn’t just a playful response—it was a way to press down on the moment, as if she was trying to provoke something, as if she was waiting for him to push further.
Y/n watched him, her pulse quickening, her mind caught between the urge to reply and the fear of what her words might unleash. Fernando had made it clear that his proposals weren’t just games, and though she tried to hold her ground, the weight of everything at stake made her hesitate.
The joke faded, and the tension between them thickened into something heavier. Fernando stepped closer, his movements slow, deliberate, laced with an unspoken challenge. When he finally spoke, his voice was lower, more insistent, like he was pushing her into a corner with no way out.
"Listen, Y/n," he said, his tone unwavering, as if it was the only truth that mattered. "This… arrangement could be the only way to make Kimi realise what he's losing. If he sees that he could actually lose you, maybe he’ll wake up. Maybe, in the end, he’ll finally understand what you mean to him."
Fernando’s words hit Y/n with unexpected force. In her mind, the image of Kimi—so distant, so absent—blurred with that of Fernando—so present, so unyielding. Despite everything that had happened, Y/n still loved Kimi. But there was something in Fernando’s words that she couldn’t ignore, something that whispered he might be right. Maybe Kimi needed to feel what she had been feeling all this time—that he could lose her at any moment. And that idea, the thought of provoking that reaction in him, tempted her in ways she hadn’t anticipated.
But the guilt lingered, the fear of betraying her own principles weighed on her. And yet, her thoughts kept drifting back to Fernando, to what he was proposing.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed outside the bathroom, sending a shiver down Y/n’s spine. The door was close enough, but she couldn’t risk it. Without hesitation, Fernando grabbed her wrist and pulled her into one of the stalls. The door clicked shut softly, but the sound of their unsteady breathing filled the space.
Fernando tugged her gently towards him, and in one swift motion, he sat down on the closed toilet lid. The proximity became unbearable, and the way her body pressed against his left her breathless. He made no effort to hide the tension between them, no attempt to pretend that nothing was happening.
"If you don’t want us to get caught, you’d better sit on me," he murmured, his tone firm, edged with that ever-present challenge.
Y/n hesitated, the fear of being discovered tangling with a rising exhilaration—something she had never planned to feel. But she couldn’t stop. The atmosphere, the closeness, the way their breaths mingled as if drawn together by some invisible force… It surrounded her, consumed her. Fernando held her against him with one steady hand on her waist, the other resting near her neck, as if claiming his space.
The friction of her body against his sent a heat through Y/n that she couldn’t ignore, but fear still pressed against her chest. The closeness, the risk of being caught, the rapid pulse of them both... It all blended into an overwhelming intensity. She tried to relax, but her body refused to comply. The nerves, the anxiety, the desire, and the fear of being discovered… It all became an almost unbearable sensation, and before she could stop herself, she shifted slightly against him—a small, fleeting movement that even took her by surprise.
Fernando was watching her, his gaze controlled, steady. But there was something in his eyes that made her feel more vulnerable than ever. It wasn’t just the threat of being caught; it was the realisation that he had gotten too far into her mind, too deep into her heart—without even trying.
The closeness, the contact, the uneven breathing… It surrounded her, consumed her, and she no longer knew if she wanted to pull away or let herself go. But in the end, the choice no longer seemed to be hers. As she shifted her hips to adjust against him, Fernando let out a slow, sharp breath.
"You’d better not do that unless you want us to have a bigger problem here," he murmured directly against her ear, his warm breath ghosting over her skin.
The closeness of his voice, so low and dangerous, sent a shiver through her. A shiver she couldn’t tell was from fear, desire, or a twisted mix of both. Her heart pounded violently in her chest, her breathing unsteady, completely unable to stay calm under the weight of the tension crackling between them.
Y/n’s face flushed instantly—not just from the closeness, but from the way his words had struck her. As if she was completely at his mercy. Without thinking, she landed a light punch against his chest, a weak attempt to reclaim control of the situation, to stake out some semblance of personal space.
"Shut up," she said, her voice unsteady, though she tried to sound firm. She didn’t want Fernando to have that kind of power over her. She didn’t want to feel this vulnerable.
Fernando didn’t move an inch, his gaze locked onto hers, as if he was savouring the chaos he had unleashed with so few words. His voice dipped even lower, thick with that quiet threat that made her pulse quicken without him even needing to raise his voice.
"You shut up. We’ll get caught," he murmured, the urgency in his tone masked by an eerie calm, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling awareness of their situation. It wasn’t just a warning; it was a reminder—of how dangerously close they were to crossing a line, of how easily they could be discovered. And that sent a strange mix of adrenaline and desperation surging through Y/n’s veins.
"Don’t be ridiculous, no one’s going to—" she started, trying to brush it off, to downplay the moment. But the words caught in her throat, unfinished.
Because before she could even get them out, Fernando didn’t give her the chance. In one swift, precise movement, his lips crashed against hers, stealing any attempt at resistance, any illusion of control she thought she still had.
The kiss was abrupt, almost violent, as if Fernando were trying to seal his words with his lips—as if nothing else mattered but the present moment. Y/n couldn't help but tense at first, caught off guard by how quickly it had happened. But the next second, something in her gave way. The desire, the need to feel something different, the chemistry they had never been able to deny—it all made her body react involuntarily. Her heart was still racing, but now there was an urgency for something more, something primal, something that tethered her directly to him, regardless of the consequences.
The heat of their bodies pressed together, the pressure of his lips, the weight of the situation—it all became so intense that Y/n barely remained aware of where they were, of what was at stake. The only thing that mattered, for a fleeting moment, was that kiss—the blend of control and chaos that Fernando had unleashed with a single action.
When their lips parted, Y/n was left breathless, her eyes half-lidded, her pulse erratic. Fernando watched her, his dark eyes glinting with something almost triumphant, as if he had accomplished more than just stealing a kiss. As if he had already left a mark on her, one that wouldn't be so easy to erase.
Y/n shifted in Fernando’s lap, seeking even the slightest friction between them, but the sound of a toilet flushing a few metres away jolted them back to reality.
"What did we just do?" Y/n asked, her voice trembling with alarm as she tried—unsuccessfully—to lift herself from Fernando’s lap. The contact between them sent a confusing rush through her, as if one part of her wanted to flee while the other was still too caught up in the moment to move. Her heart continued to hammer against her ribs, her pulse erratic, and guilt burned at her skin—even though a part of her refused to acknowledge it.
Fernando studied her, the glint in his eyes carrying something dangerous, as if everything that had just happened had been a perfectly calculated move. He didn’t budge an inch as Y/n struggled to regain some semblance of control, her hands gripping the sink beside her.
"I just kissed you. What did you do?" Fernando asked, his tone mocking, almost amused, as if what had just happened was nothing more than a game between them. But there was something else in his gaze, something much darker. Something that said this wasn’t just a game, that there was more behind that crooked smile only he could master.
Y/n stared at him, startled, as if she had just woken from a disquieting dream. Fernando’s question made her falter mentally, as if she were trapped in a riddle she didn’t know how to solve. What had she done? What had she allowed to happen? But when the words finally left her lips, they sounded more like a confession than a statement.
"I think I’ve just accepted the deal," she said in a low, almost inaudible voice. Her voice trembled, but not with fear—rather, with a strange mix of regret and desire. She surprised even herself by saying it. She was accepting something that, just minutes ago, she would never have imagined. Accepting the agreement, the deal Fernando had proposed.
Fernando didn’t respond immediately, and for a second, everything fell silent, broken only by the sound of their ragged breaths. The tension between them had risen to such a degree that there was no turning back. The decision had been made, even if Y/n wasn’t entirely sure what it meant. She had accepted something, yes, but what exactly had she just agreed to?
Fernando, however, didn’t seem troubled by that doubt. He smiled, his expression closer to that of a predator than a kind man. His gaze locked onto her, giving her the unsettling sensation that, in reality, he already had everything under control, as if everything that had happened had only been a step towards what he truly wanted.
"See? It’s not that difficult. You just had to take the first step, Y/n," he said, his tone soft yet certain, as if he were teaching her a lesson.
"We have to tell Kimi." Y/n’s voice was firm, as if saying those words could erase the confusion and chaos that everything had just unleashed. But deep down, she felt she wasn’t ready to face that truth, not even to admit it aloud.
"Yes, we should," Fernando replied, his tone seemingly calm, yet something in the way he said it sent a current of tension through the air.
Even though he tried to hide it, his tone made it clear that he wasn’t the least bit convinced. Y/n knew Fernando wouldn’t settle for a simple conversation. He didn’t want to be second. He never had been, and he wasn’t going to be now. He wouldn’t wait in the shadows behind Kimi. He wanted to be first. He wanted to be the only one in Y/n’s life, and he was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen.
What truly bothered Fernando was the idea of being a second place. He, who had always been used to being first, the number one in everything, wasn’t going to accept that there was room in her life for anyone but him. And although his smile remained unchanged, that mix of arrogance and seduction still present, Y/n could finally see what he was really thinking. What he truly desired.
Fernando wasn’t going to stay in the shadows. He knew he could make her happy, that he had something Kimi no longer gave her—something he wouldn’t let go unnoticed. And deep down, something inside him burned with that certainty. He stepped closer, his eyes fixed on her, his breathing slightly faster.
"I’m not going to stay behind just because Kimi wants to play happy families when he’s bored, Y/n," he said, his voice so low that only she could hear it. It wasn’t just a statement; it was a promise.
hi hi cele! my name is bea, but you can also call me your #1 fan 😎 hahahaha yayyy!!! great to hear about the upcoming works and you can expect me to always come by to have a little talk about the fics :)
OMG HI BEA, nice to meet you!!!
thanks for all the support, reading your messages always makes me happy <33
you can come to ask for spoilers anytime, I promise I'll update Three is a crowd tomorrow 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️
hiii cele! i’ve missed you! was thinking about ‘three’s a crowd’ the other day. will we have another chapter anytime soon or should we expect the beginning of the second chances saga first? (pls, this is notttt a form to pressure you ok!!!? just excited to know about your works as always) ✨
hiii, I still don't know who you are but you always make me happy asking me things.
ngl the only thing I've been doing these days was reading Squid Games one shots (kinda embarrasing)
Three is a crowd will be upload twice a week from next week and... drum drum please... We will have the first two fics of SCS next week as well: Fernando’s and, in a new addition bc Vee and I can’t stop thinking about plots, Pepe Martí's fanfic
crying, screaming, throwing up, i love spaniard men so hard
That’s my report, thank you so much for the support <3
SECOND CHANCES SAGA
Formula 1 Series Universe coming up on March 21st, 2025
⋆ As promised… I'm very happy to announce that, to celebrate my first year posting on Tumblr, I'll be focusing (while still posting independent fics as your requests and Come What May series) on this project I've been working for six months alongside @celemilii, who will be having some other series in her account before I post mine! If you know me, you might know that I love range and variety, so here you have it!
⋆ As I've been doing for this past month, I'll be posting a monthly update calendar with a taglist in case you're interested in read some of the stories
⋆ If you have any questions, requests, or you just want me to spoil something for you (like the tropes for each fic), just tell me! I'd love to chat with you about this project that's been in my mind for quite long <3
⸺ LET IT BE
Aston Martin Sebastian Vettel x Musician!Reader
Faceclaim for SMAUS: Lucy Boynton
↳ Settled in 2021 and 2022 Formula 1 seasons
⸺ SHARED BED KISSES
Charles Leclerc x Ex girlfriend ballerina!Reader
Faceclaim for SMAUS: Blanca Soler
↳ Settled in 2021 and 2022 Formula 1 seasons
⸺ START FROM SCRATCH
Mick Schumacher x Korean ex best friend!Reader
Faceclaim for SMAUS: Angelina Danilova
↳ Settled in 2021 and 2022 Formula 1 seasons
⸺ ONCE UPON A DREAM
Max Verstappen x Disney cast member!Reader
Faceclaim for SMAUS: Camille Pidoux
↳ Settled in 2021 and 2022 Formula 1 seasons
⸺ FAR FROM FICTION
Lewis Hamilton x Movie director!Reader
Faceclaim for SMAUS: Marion Pascale
↳ Settled in 2021 and 2022 Formula 1 seasons
