Hiyya! I'm James and well... if you're reading this that means you've stumbled across my blog, so welcome!!
So a little about me, I'm a 19 year old guy from the Netherlands who's absolutely obsessed with cars, F1 and for some odd reasons dinosaurs/sharks/sea lions.
I started writing fanfiction on a random Wednesday because I couldn't get this idea out of my head and now I've decided to bless y'all (I hope) with my creation!
author's note: This story was born from a request by @asficdiary ,and from this photo of Fernando at the piano... The rest, as always, came entirely from my slightly crazy little mind!
summary: After spending the night together, you wake up to the sound of Fernando playing Moon River on the piano. In the quiet before dawn, music, laughter and honest conversations bring you even closer as you begin discovering the parts of each other that go far beyond first impressions.
genre: Romance, Fluff, Slow Burn, Slice of Life
word count : 2646
It takes you a moment to remember where you are. As soon as you open your eyes, you look around, slightly disoriented, but within a few moments everything comes back to you: dinner, the evening, and everything that eventually led you to find yourself in that bed.
It must be late, or very early. It's still dark outside. You stretch slightly and notice that the bed beside you is empty, the sheets still rumpled and the pillow crooked against the headboard.
You push yourself up slightly on your forearms to look around, and only then do you hear something, soft music, something distant and barely audible.
You stay still for a few moments, listening, because the notes sound familiar, so you decide to get up and walk into the next room, just as you are, wearing only your silk slip and barefoot, following that melody that seems more and more familiar with every step.
When you reach the living room, everything is less dark, the lights are dim but on, and the music is louder. You recognize the song immediately and, for a moment, you're surprised. Moon River, a timeless classic, the soundtrack of Breakfast at Tiffany's. You round the corner and see Fernando sitting at the piano.
He's the one playing, without any sheet music in front of him, with the calmness of someone who knows that melody perfectly and has played it countless times, perhaps even just for himself.
You stay there in silence, captivated as always by those notes, which, in that moment, affect you perhaps a little more than usual, considering that he's the one playing them.
An endless amount of time passes, though perhaps it isn't really that long, and then you take a few steps forward. Fernando turns his head as he notices you and smiles.
"How long have you been spying on me?" he asks, amused.
"A little while..." you admit, walking over before sitting down beside him on the piano bench. "Audrey Hepburn?" you ask, tilting your head.
"My mother is her biggest fan..." he admits, playing a few notes from the movie's main theme.
"So am I... But I can't play. I've always wanted to learn, but..." you smile. "I didn't know you played..."
"You thought it was just a decorative piano?" he asks.
"Something like that..." you laugh. "...I guess there are quite a few things left to discover about you..."
"Many more than you could ever discover in just a couple of dates," he admits while playing a few more notes of the same song.
"You win me over like this," you say quietly.
"I thought the fact that you're here tonight meant I'd already done that," he replies, turning his face towards you.
"I suppose..." you smile. "...what else is there to discover about you?" you ask, resting your chin on his shoulder, and the first thing he does is lean over to kiss you.
"It would be too easy if I told you everything. You'll have to find out on your own," he replies.
"A mysterious man... I like that," you comment.
"And if I came to your place, what would I discover?" he asks curiously.
"It would be too easy if I told you everything..." you echo, making him laugh. "I'll give you a few hints. You'd discover that I'm definitely not the tidiest person in the world, I couldn't hide that even if I wanted to," you admit. "That I'm completely incapable of keeping plants alive. I don't have any, except for a lemon tree on my terrace. My mother gave it to me and thinks it's always the same one, but I actually buy a new one every time she comes over because it dies every single time," you continue, laughing, and he laughs too.
"I have a housekeeper who takes care of the plants. I don't even know how many I have or what kind they are..." he admits. "...even if I wanted to, I'd never be here to water them, but if I had the time, I'd like to."
"What's it like, always living out of a suitcase?" you ask.
"It's become a habit by now. I don't know if I'd even be able to live any other way," he replies after thinking about it for a few moments. "I started when I was nineteen, now I'm almost forty-five, so... you do the math," he laughs.
"I've never travelled that much, you know? A little, yes, but less than I would have liked. My ex-husband was definitely too much of a homebody, he hated flying... I think, basically, he just wasn't curious about what was outside our home..." you say.
"How boring..." he comments. "...I mean..."
"How boring, yes..." you cut in. "...I couldn't stand the monotony of our life anymore. It was always the same, it was flat, it was... boring. Life shouldn't be boring, don't you think?" you ask him.
"Absolutely. I do everything I can to make sure mine isn't," Fernando agrees, looking at you.
"The day after I signed the divorce papers, I booked a trip to Iceland with my best friend... I'd always wanted to see it and he... 'It's too far,' 'It's too cold'... So I just went, we needed it..." you begin telling him. "We rented a car and simply drove wherever we wanted, it was amazing."
"Iceland is one place I'm still missing, you know?" he tells you thoughtfully. "It's incredible, now that I think about it, I've actually never been there..." he laughs.
"Well then, I'll take you there. It's... wonderful... I'd dreamed of it for years and I don't even know exactly why, but it was one of those dreams I'd always kept in a drawer, and as soon as I had the chance..."
"And then you moved to Monte Carlo?" he asks curiously, and you nod.
"I changed jobs the following year. Before that I was in Genoa, but here... well, when it comes to the luxury yacht industry, I'd say there's no better place..." you laugh. "...so about six months ago... I ended up here."
"And then you tried to sell me a yacht," he cuts in with an amused smile.
"Hey, you came to me... Just to see what we had to offer. I simply seized the opportunity..." you smile.
"...So did I, the opportunity to ask you out to dinner," he comments, clearly pleased, and you laugh, leaning towards him. He slips an arm around your waist.
"...I'm glad you stayed here tonight..." he adds.
"Oh, really?" you ask, lifting your face to look at him. The room is wrapped in half-light, but his eyes still have that spark that caught your attention the very first time you saw him.
"...Yeah... for several reasons. The dinner, the company... The fact that I was dying to make love to you..." he says quietly, never taking his eyes off you.
"You're someone who makes it pretty clear what he wants," you comment.
"...I like being clear... Right from the start," he smiles.
"I'd noticed..." you reply softly.
For a few seconds, neither of you says anything. You simply stay there, close together, the piano in front of you and the house wrapped in that silence that only exists before dawn.
Fernando is the one to break it.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Oh God..." you joke. "Go on, shoot..." you say, curious to hear what's on his mind.
"But you have to be honest when you answer," he points out.
"I'm always honest," you protest, pretending to be offended.
He tilts his head slightly "Does this scare you?"
You frown a little,"What do you mean?" you ask.
"Us. The first time I asked you out, you said you weren't sure it was a good idea..." he explains.
You look at him for a few moments without answering.
"But then I said yes..." you reply, "I guess it does scare me a little," you admit.
"Why?" he presses, growing more and more curious, and you look back at him, not really knowing what to answer.
What is it that scares you, after all? The fact that it's him? That he's Fernando Alonso? The man you'd only seen on magazine covers, on television, in the Formula One paddock.
And now you're sitting at his piano, with his arm around your waist, at four in the morning, after spending the night in his bed.
"Because it wasn't part of my plans," you admit.
He looks at you, raising an eyebrow, "So... you had plans?"
"Of course. I always have plans..." you say with a sigh "Not having them throws me off balance..." you admit.
"Let's hear them. What plans did you have?" he asks quietly.
"Surviving the billionaires who walk into my office, for starters..." you reply, making him burst out laughing. "No, seriously... working, going out with my friends, maybe buying a slightly bigger house in a few years... normal things," you explain, gesturing with your hands.
"And I'm not normal?" he asks, and you shake your head.
"No..." you smile. "...I'd say definitely not, at least not in my plans... After the divorce I went out with a few people, but... I still hadn't met anyone I genuinely liked..." you add honestly.
He lowers his gaze to the piano keys, "It hadn't happened to me in a long time either," he admits. "And besides, neither are you. Normal."
"Me? I'm the most ordinary person in the world," you object with a laugh.
"A normal woman wouldn't have started arguing with me just to sell me a yacht," he replies, turning to look at you, and you stare back at him in surprise.
"That was my job..." you cut in, not really understanding.
"No." He shakes his head gently. "Your job was to show it to me. Instead, you started explaining why the one I already had wasn't good enough anymore... Basically giving me the third degree about my life..."
You burst out laughing "I have to get to know my clients if I want to satisfy them, and besides, it was true..."
"I know. And that was the moment I decided I wanted to ask you out to dinner..." he says with an amused smile, and you look at him in surprise.
"When I started giving you the third degree?" you ask.
"When we spent an hour and a half in your office talking about travelling, yes..." he agrees, looking at you.
You realize you're blushing, "So... while I was trying to convince you to spend a few million euros..." you joke, trying to lighten the mood.
"More or less, yes..." he laughs.
"How romantic," you say, putting on an exaggerated dreamy expression.
"Very," he replies, pretending to be completely serious.
"I thought it had been the dress, to be honest," you add.
"No."
"Then my hair?"
"No."
"My undeniable elegance?"
He laughs again.
"No... that came later..." he replies. "...although the white dress definitely didn't go unnoticed," he jokes.
You laugh, amazed at how natural it feels to be there, in the silence, laughing, talking, simply getting to know this man who, there's no point denying it, intrigued you from the very beginning.
"So what was it?" you ask, genuinely curious to know the answer, and Fernando actually takes a moment to think about it.
"The way you talked to me, as if you didn't care in the slightest who was standing in front of you, or as if you had no idea," he replies after a while, and you stare at him in surprise.
"Oh, I knew exactly who you were," you comment.
"More or less..." he corrects. "You knew I was Fernando Alonso, sure, but you talked to me as if I were simply a man who'd walked in to look at a yacht."
"Because that's what you were," you reply.
"Exactly," he says, turning towards you. "And that's something that happens very rarely. Finding someone who doesn't treat you differently, with reverence and all that bullshit..."
You stay silent for a moment before asking, "Does it bother you when people treat you differently?"
"I'm used to it by now, it's part of the game," he replies thoughtfully. "But every now and then it's nice to be treated like anyone else," he adds simply.
"You're not just anyone, not even now..." you tell him.
"Oh, really?" he asks with a smile, and you shake your head.
"Nah... I mean, you're definitely sexier than average," you continue, making him laugh out loud.
Then he reaches a hand towards the keyboard.
"Give me your hand. I'll teach you something," he says.
"Just so you know, I can't play," you comment.
"Well, two weeks ago you didn't even know you wanted to go out with a Formula One driver," he jokes.
"TouchĂŠ," you laugh, resting your hand on the white keys, and he places his over yours.
"This is a C," he tells you.
"What note does Moon River start with?" you ask.
"With C," he replies, playing the note, then he guides you through the next one, and the one after that, until you're clumsily playing that beautiful melody.
"It sounded better when you played it," you comment.
"We'll practise..." he replies with a smile.
"Planning on more late-night sessions?" you ask as the two of you hold each other's gaze in that unreal silence.
"I hope so," he replies.
"Will you play it for me again?" you ask, and he nods. The opening notes begin again, and then you start singing the first verse.
"Moon River, wider than a mile
I'm crossing you in style someday."
Fernando stops playing and looks at you in disbelief. You sing, and you're actually quite good.
"Surprised I'm not tone-deaf?"
"A little..." he admits, impressed, starting to play again while you continue.
"Oh, dream maker
You heartbreaker
Wherever you're going, I'm going your way
Two drifters off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see
We're after the same rainbow's end
Waiting 'round the bend
My huckleberry friend
Moon River and me."
The song comes to an end and silence falls over the room for what feels like an endless few minutes.
"We should go back to bed..." he says quietly.
"Oh, so you do sleep sometimes...?" you ask, never taking your eyes off him.
"Sometimes..." he replies with a shrug. "Not much tonight."
"How come?" you ask, and he answers without even thinking.
"I remembered one damn detail from the last race..." he sighs. "The wrong tyre strategy and..." he gestures.
"So while you were in bed with me... you were thinking about tyre strategies? You might want to work on your romantic side, Alonso..." you comment, and his eyes widen as he realizes you've completely misunderstood him.
"No, no... that's not what I meant..." he says, embarrassed. "I wasn't thinking about tyres while we were in bed together," he explains, and you burst out laughing, seeing him caught off guard in a way you never have before. "I couldn't sleep and I started thinking..." he justifies himself. "...I definitely wasn't thinking about tyres while I was with you."
"I certainly hope not..." you say, climbing onto your knees on the piano bench before settling onto his lap. His hands slide gently along your back.
"I can assure you of that," he says quietly.
"And what are you thinking about now?" you ask before kissing him, and he kisses you back without hesitation.
"I don't think I can answer that," he says, and you both laugh as you pull back just enough to look at him.
"Shall we go to bed?" you ask softly.
"To sleep?" he challenges, his voice sending shivers down your spine.
"We'll stay awake only if you promise not to think about tyres," you reply, making him smile.
"Promise," he says, getting to his feet and taking you with him.
Futile Devices || Fernando Alonso || Chapter 1: Summer
Pairing -> Fernando Alonso x male!older!reader (reader is like 24, Fernando is 18.)
wordcount -> 1784
Story Synopsis -> Set in the hills of northern Italy, you visit during the summer to help a professor with his research project, only to get absolutely wrapped around his son's finger.
A/N: Hi hi hi!!! First chapter of the new story is finally here!! It might take a bit until I get to writing chapter two.. I've been quite busy and the writing slump is NOT helping at al :[ lmk if you want a tag btw :))
Itâs always nice this time of year in Northern Italy. Itâs summer, sun shining in through the window. The warm temperatures combined with the sunshine makes it perfect for swimming or relaxing in the shade.Â
Itâs also that time of year when the summer guest stays over, usually a student helping my father out with his research. I feel the sun hitting my skin as it streams through my window. I had been listening to music, staring out of the window, day dreaming like I always do, when I heard the car driving down the gravel road towards our villa. The summer guest would be arriving soon, and my mind settles on the thought. On the person. The 24 year old student that would be staying over. The man that would be using the room next to mine for two months. What would he look like? Will he be boring like most of the other summer guests that had been here before?Â
My eyes lock on the car as it comes to a halt near the front door of the villa. My father is already outside, greeting the man that came over from Greece. I heard his voice as he greeted my father. It sounds a bit raspy, a definite sign of a long journey here, yet thereâs a warm undertone, something sweet and comforting. I stare at him from the window. I take in his features, his wavy dark blond hair catching the sun perfectly and-
âFernando!â My mother calls out from downstairs. âCome down, will you!âÂ
I groan as I spin around in my chair before I get up. I leave my headphones on my desk and move downstairs to meet the man who just arrived. I stay in the doorway, not wanting to invade the conversation my parents are having with him. They seem like theyâre adopting him already.Â
My eyes scan over him, heâs a bit taller than me, just by a few centimeters. Heâs built well from what I can see, his shirt is definitely filled out.Â
âYou must be Fernando, hm?â He speaks. No summer guest had spoken to me, nor introduced themselves.Â
âYep. Yes, thatâs me.â I smile back and shake his hand. A firm handshake. Nice. He flashed a smile back at me. Itâs a nice smile. A genuine smile.
Heâd said his name then and I repeated it out of pure instinct. I can already tell heâs friendly in some way, though how friendly would he really be? Would he just ignore me after today like the others had done before him?Â
âShow him to the room will you, Fernando.â I hear my father say and I sigh. Of course I have to share the new guy around. Show him to the bedroom, let him sleep. Later play nice and show the rest of the house.Â
I nod as I move away, motioning the Greek along. I show him up the stairs and towards the door that leads to his temporary bedroom.Â
I move through the room, ignoring the fact that heâs looking at the decoration, at the posters I had put up. Ignoring the fact he seems to like the decorations as much as I do. I move, patting the closet.Â
âYou can put your clothes here, of course.â I then opened the door to the bathroom. âThis we share. So maybe knock before actually entering..âÂ
I hear him laugh at my comment, which causes me to laugh too. I stop beside the other door in the room. âAnd⌠Iâm through here.â I say as I open the door, showing where Iâd stay. âSo if you need anything, or want a chat.. Iâm just a knock away.â
âThanks.â
I watch him as he plops down on the bed, feeling the softness of it, feeling the sheets and the pillows. He glances around the room again and again.
âThis is your room normally?â He asks and I nod, I see him pointing at the poster with a race car on it. âGood taste.â
âThank you.â I reply with a barely hidden smile. God, heâs charming. Yet I just met him, but heâd left a good impression. âEhm, Iâll just call you for dinner then.â I murmur, feeling slightly awkward as I watch him lay down.
He lifts his arms, giving me two thumbs up before settling more comfortably on the bed. Heâs taken his shoes off. No oneâs taken the time to do that just after arrival before, all having been too tired to function even a little.Â
I walk out of the room, whispering a polite âsleep wellâ as I close the door behind me.
Sleep well? Why did I say that, heâs just taking a nap before dinner. I shouldâve told him to enjoy his nap.Â
âAnd?â My mother asks the moment I get down stairs.
âOut like a light. The man was dead tired apparently.â
My mother laughs, so does my father who just walked into the room. âI mean, how is he? Think youâll get along?âÂ
I shrug. I don't want to tell them that, yes, weâll get along just fine. I donât want to slip up and accidentally say anything Iâd been thinking of this man. âI just met him. Weâll see.â
My father pats my shoulder, squeezing it a little. âBe open to him, yes? Heâs a nice man.â
I nod in response. I did notice that heâs, as my father said, nice. Or maybe he was just being polite. I canât pinpoint it.Â
â
A few hours had passed since he had arrived. Itâs around 7.30 PM and dinner was about to be served.
I walk up the stairs again, having spent the late afternoon hanging around downstairs. Reading, indulging in music. Generally just blocking out the outside world as always with my thoughts to myself. Though my thoughts were mainly about him.Â
I knock on his door, hoping not to wake him up too intensely. âYou up? Dinner is ready.â I say as I peak my head in. I watch as he stirs awake, hearing the sound of him yawning and the groan he lets out as he stretches and⌠itâs oddly attractive. Attractive? Hell, I just met this man. Heâs not attractive. Heâs a man!Â
âYeah, up..â I hear him murmur. His voice is quite soft, warm. Yet also a bit gravely since he just woke up. I feel something twist in my stomach at the sound, at the way he looks as he approaches. I mentally curse myself, I shouldnât be having thoughts about men like that. Not me.
We move downstairs together, complete silence, and head out into the yard where the table was already set. My parents greeted him happily, asking how his nap was before falling into more personal questions. He talked about his parents, his father is Greek while his mother is Spanish. I looked at him a little closer, taking the curve of his nose which is definitely Greek, with a hint of something Roman.Â
My eyes flicker to the flow of his hair as a breeze hits it. I look away when I see him turn his head towards me, and suddenly Iâm very interested in the food on my plate.Â
My father asks another question, something about his interests and hobbies. Itâs then that I discovered that he likes cars. It makes sense he pointed to that poster earlier. I look at him again, noticing the very faint stubble along his jaw, making him look a bit more mature in a nice way.Â
I watch him as he passionately tells a story about how he helped restore a crashed car, a 1975 Porsche 930, back to its original state. He mentions repainting the car, tuning the car. All the details that I canât remember because Iâm too focused on the sound of that voice.Â
At one point I zone out completely, drowning out the conversation since I wouldnât be spoken to anyways. I never do.Â
âSo what do you think, Fernando?â I hear that voice. Of course heâs the one that changes this. Of course heâs the one to speak to me, to include me in the conversation like a normal person.Â
âHuh?â
âThe car I was talking about.â He smiles, oh that smile.. Why does it do things to me? Another manâs smile should make me feel like this. And especially not after just meeting earlier in the day.
I stab at my food, thinking about what I should say without embarrassing myself. I can feel his eyes on me, expecting⌠something.
A sigh escapes my lips, a breath I had been holding in without realising. âWell, I do like the car. Porsche 930.. Also known as the Porsche 911 turbo, no?âÂ
I feel a hand connecting with my shoulder. His hand. Patting my shoulder. I look at him with a look that tells him how appreciated I feel.
âHe knows his stuff.â I hear him praise me, which causes that same feeling to flutter in my stomach. His voice shoots up a little because of the excitement of talking about a car he likes. And me? Iâm more than happy to talk about the car with him.
Dinner flies by in a haze of laughter and chatter. Itâs been so long since Iâve spoken with someone whoâs so passionate about what he likes and does. Itâs refreshing.Â
I get up from the table, excusing myself from the comfortable chatter with the excuse of being tired. My mind spirals with thoughts and impressions of this yearâs summer guest. His voice still echoing through my head, his facial features already remembered⌠and those eyes⌠oh those eyes. I open the door to my room and step inside, making sure to close it quietly.Â
I shuffle through the room, plopping down on the bed with a heavy sigh. I canât be falling for someone I just met, right? And especially not a man..Â
âFuck..â I whisper as I drag my hands down my face before sliding them back up and into my hair, roughing it up.Â
A soft breeze flows into my room from the still open window, cooling my room down a bit. I get under my covers as a lone bird chirps in the night sky. The moonlight shines into the room to create a comforting atmosphere.Â
The sheets ruffle as I try to get comfortable in bed, trying to fall asleep. But that doesnât happen before I hear him walking into the room attached to mine. I can hear his tired grunt as he seemingly gets into bed. Itâs then that I drift off, with the presence of this yearâs summer guest just a door away.
Hi! The is the masterlist for the 'Futile Devices' fanfic :)
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Story Information:
Set in the hills of northern Italy, you visit during the summer to help a professor with his research project, only to get absolutely wrapped around his son's finger.
Pairing:
Fernando Alonso x male!older!reader (reader is like 24, Fernando is 18.) discriptions used
Wasteland, Baby! // Fernando Alonso // Chapter 20: 2 Weeks Later
Wordcount: -> 554
Pairing: -> Fernando Alonso x Male!reader
Story Synopsis : -> Five years after the zombie apocalypse of 2010, you come across Fernando Alonso in a forest. After your initial meeting you convince him to come back to the QZ with you, not realizing how your simple gesture would change your life.
A/N: Hi all!!!! This is officially the final chapter.. so thanks for tagging along on this journey, I had a lot of fun writing it :D (also this is a short one lol)
- September 3rd -Â
The weather is cooling down in and around the Quarantine zone, summer is finally settling and autumn is slowly starting. The past few weeks have been busy. Youâve been getting back into the flow of functioning in a society, just like Fernando.Â
Youâve been around town, eventually managing to bump into Lewis and Daniel, catching up with them and taking Lewis to re-introduce to Nico, and of course theyâd hit it off immediately.Â
Around the apartment things hadnât been as awkward as you thought considering the Sebastian situation and the fact youâre dating Fernando.
Things on the wall have been quiet, nothing has happened in the past few weeks of you and Fernando settling back into the rhythm of the shifts on the wall. Usually your shifts would be together, though every so often your shifts would differ.Â
Today, however, youâd both taken a day off just to relax with the whole group, Lewis and Daniel included.Â
Lewis and Nico have been clinging to each other the entire time, seeming so happy they found each other again after all this time. Sebastian has mainly been occupied with some technology and the dog in his lap all while Jenson has been talking Danielâs ears off about some kids at the school where he teaches, Daniel having started an internship under Jensonâs guidance.Â
You and Fernando have been busy talking about the events on the wall, or the events that didnât happen, during the last few weeks. You had just gotten up to grab a drink for yourself, though Fernando has followed you into the kitchen, not seeming able to leave you alone for even a second.
âYou know, I was thinking.â Fernando starts as he leans against the counter, watching as you get a drink. âWe have quite a big group, We could play cards.â
You nod at Fernandoâs words. âWeâve not done that in forever.â
Fernando hums and presses a kiss against your cheek before going back into the living room where he proposes the idea of playing card games, to which all of the guys agree immediately.Â
After getting your drink you move back into the living room, seeing Fernando and Jenson already getting the coffee table ready to play cardgames.
You sit down on the floor next to Fernando, the two of you teaming up for the games just as you like.
The afternoon had flown by, youâd gotten snacks for the entire group when evening fell, bringing along some drinks as well before settling back next to Fernando. You slightly slump against him as you point out some moves Fernando can play.
At one point Daniel complains about a move Nico and Lewis played, since they teamed up as well. Jenson laughs at Danielâs complaint as Nico argues back.Â
Meanwhile Fernando smiles as you settle against him and help with the possible moves in the game. He settles his hand on your thigh with a soft squeeze, which you respond to by kissing his shoulder.
You settle your hand on Fernandoâs arm, a comfortable and safe feeling settling in your chest. Itâs a feeling you hadnât thought youâd ever feel again after the apocalypse happened. A feeling Fernando had thought never to feel again either. Yet here they are, surrounded by friends like nothing ever happened.
Wasteland, Baby! // Fernando Alonso // Chapter 19: Home
Wordcount: -> 1279
Pairing: -> Fernando Alonso x Male!reader
Story Synopsis : -> Five years after the zombie apocalypse of 2010, you come across Fernando Alonso in a forest. After your initial meeting you convince him to come back to the QZ with you, not realizing how your simple gesture would change your life.
The gates of the Quarantine Zone had opened upon your arrival, heavily armored guards greeting you and Fernando with a smile and a welcome back.Â
Youâd gone through the motions of getting back. Greeting some of the guards youâd come across in and around the wall, who all seem to be fussing a little over the puppy youâd brought along. Both you and Fernando had gotten checked for any signs of infection or bites, and both of you had of course gotten cleared fairly fast.Â
You stand to the side as you watch Fernando speak with one of the guards heâd bonded with those few shifts on the wall, the two seemingly catching up a bit. It's then that you get approached by one of the higher ups of the wall, filling you in on the things that happened during the time you were gone, in which you respond with a nod. Nothing had really happened since you left. Only a few infected spotted a bit closer than usual over the past few days, like the one youâd come across earlier in the day.Â
After the check ups and the catching up at the wall, Fernando had taken your hand and youâd started making your way back to the apartment. Home. The shared space with Sebastian, Jenson and Nico. And knowing them, theyâd probably still be awake at this time of day.
You walked through the quiet streets of the QZ, and youâre glad to see that, despite your absence, the place hadnât fallen into chaos. You slightly squeeze Fernandoâs hand as you approach the apartment building.
The building is quiet, as it usually is at this time of day since most people would already be in bed. When you open the apartment door Thor immediately sprints in, like he already owns the place and Fernando laughs at the dogâs antics.
Just moments later you hear quite a loud âawwwwwâ from the living room, recognising Sebastian's voice, you laugh too. You close the door behind you before you follow Fernando into the livingroom, getting greeted by the side of Sebastian getting licked by the dog, Jenson and Nico laughing happily at the guy on the floor.
âHey guys.â Jenson speaks up first, walking up to hug you first, then pulls Fernando into a hug too, which Nico joins too.Â
Sebastian gets up from the ground with a happy smile on his face and pulls you into a crushing hug. âOh my god, I missed you.âÂ
You hug Sebastian back. âI missed you too, bud.â You murmur back, holding his best friend in a tight embrace.Â
A soft bark sounds from Thor. âAh, he demands attention.â You laugh at the sound of the dog and the immediate reaction from Sebastian.Â
âWeâre buddies already, arenât we?â The German laugh as he drops to his knees to play with the dog.
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The night has grown deeper, filled with laughter and conversations. The group catching up over a late dinner that Nico and Jenson had prepared for them.
âHave Daniel and Lewis-â You start.
âLewis?â Nico responds, snapping out of some haze he was in. âLewis Hamilton?â
Fernando nods as he sets his glass down. âYeah, we told them to head this way. We met them in Scotland.â
âIâve not seen them..â Jenson butts into the conversation.
Sebastian seems in deep thought, his eyes on you as always. âOh! Yes, I have!â He perks up. âWell, I think I have. I picked something up about two guys getting here a few days ago.â You and Fernando nod in response at the same time, in the exact same way. Sebastian raises an eyebrow.Â
You glance at Fernando with a happy and tired look in your eyes, letting your leg lean slightly against his as the dog jumps onto your lap to nuzzle against your stomach. Fernandoâs hand finds the dogâs fur, though yours as you do the same.
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A good hour later you usher the dog off of your lap so you can get up.Â
âIâm off to bed, goodnight.â You murmur as you yawn. Sebastian murmurs a goodnight back first, followed by Jenson and Nico.
You stretch a little, already moving out of the livingroom. âYeah, me too.â You hear Fernando say, followed by the sound of footsteps shuffling after you.
As you reach your bedroom you come to a stop, feeling something.. Or rather someone, pressing up against your back, feeling arms wrapping around you and feeling a few kisses against your jaw and neck. âCan we cuddle?âÂ
You turn around. âI was hoping youâd ask that.â You murmur back to the Spaniard before pressing your lips against his, not knowing that Sebastian had just shuffled into the hallway to go to the bathroom. Heâd seen you kiss and heâd felt his heart drop at the sight of you and Fernando kissing.
Fernando opens your bedroom door, letting you in first before following. You move in silence, getting changed into fresh clothes, handing Fernando some fresh clothes too before you settle into bed.
âOh, I missed this..â You whisper as you snuggle into your pillow.
Fernando slides under the covers beside you, snuggling up to you. Using you as a human plushie. âMe too.â Fernando admits softly.
A soft yawn escapes from your lips, ending in a sigh. The sheets make a ruffling sound as you move your arms around Fernando, holding him close to your chest as you begin to drift off.Â
Before you can drift off though, the sound of a whine near the door and a paw tapping the door gets you up again. You know itâs Thor outside the door.
âCan you let him in?â You ask softly, tracing your fingers over his waist a little.
Fernando grumbles under his breath, something about being warm and comfortable, but gets up to let Thor in anyways. Thor immediately slides into the room the moment Fernando opens the door just the slightest bit. The pup settles on the mattress, near your feet as if being used to this already.Â
âAlways that damn dog..â Fernando complains, though itâs not all that serious. He slides back into your arms, shifting around to get comfortable in your arms again.
You move your head, pressing a kiss against Fernandoâs lips, feeling him return it. âGoodnight..â
âHmm, night.â Fernando hums back.
Soon enough youâve both drifted off into a deep, comfortable sleep.
- August 19th -Â
The next day youâd woken up quite late, however Fernando was still asleep and you decided it was best to let him sleep longer.
Youâre in the kitchen now, preparing some coffee for yourself as you feel a presence close to you.
âGoodmorning.â You hear. Itâs Sebastian, sounding a bit down, which is odd since heâs usually happy and upbeat.
You hum back a good morning as you take a sip of your coffee, eyeing him carefully. âYou good, bud?â You ask as you lower your cup.
He nods and says your name, but the next thing he says you hadnât seen coming. âLook⌠I- I like you. I always have.â
You freeze a little. Had he seen you and Fernando the night before? You hadnât been secretive about Fernando and yourself. âOkay..â
Sebastian just looks at you, a sad expression on his face as he feels his heart getting broken.
âIâm sorry, bud.â You whisper to the German, reaching out to pull him in for a hug. âBut I canât see you like that.. Youâre like my brother.âÂ
Sebastian sighs against your shoulder. âHe makes you happy?âÂ
âFeranndo?âÂ
Sebastian nods, and just at that moment Fernando shuffles into the kitchen, looking rumpled and sleepy.
A/N: As requested by @valeelavvale, this is a continuation to the Track Day fic I wrote. Also, I used italics to write inner dialogue :D
Youâd barely slept. Not even a nap during the three-hour flight to Spain. The airport isnât crowded at this hour, itâs still early in the day. You make your way through the baggage claim, not having to wait for luggage since you only brought a travel bag and an extra bag for your helmet.Â
Itâs been a month and a half since you met him. Since you karted with him. And today? Today heâs picking you up from the airport since he arrived here a few days prior to you. Itâs not long before youâre out of the arrivals hall and into the main part of the airport where Fernando should be waiting for you.
Throughout the time apart youâd kept contact online, even sharing silly videos and memes with one other. And then one day, three weeks ago, Fernando had asked you to come to Spain for a 24 hours rental kart race at Campillos. You couldnât refuse the offer, driving with Fernando and a few others in a team.Â
As you look around the airport for Fernando you adjust your cap. You donât spot him. He spots you first and basically tackles you in a hug. It surprised you a little, not having expected this kind of warm welcome from Fernando.
âHey there.â You laugh, grabbing his arms to hug back. You find some odd sort of comfort in the embrace.
Fernando hugs you just a bit tighter before pulling away and taking one of your bags. âHow was your flight?â
âFlight was okay.â You yawn. âLong, tiring. Didnât get my planned nap in even though Iâm tired. Usually I sleep fine on planes.â
âMaybe jitters for the race?â Fernando asks you, mentioning the upcoming 24 hour kart race.
A smile spreads across your features, a nervous feeling in your stomach at the thought of participating in your first race. âA little, I guess.â
Youâd left the airport then, walking through the hot Spanish sun to get to the car Fernando had driven. What you didnât expect was to get into a bang average car, something youâd drive yourself, though you know this is just a rented car.
âSo, what happened to the cool cars, hm?â You ask Fernando, teasing him as you put your bags in the trunk.Â
Fernando gasps dramatically, a hand on his chest. âWhat is that supposed to mean?â He asks with the fakest offended tone ever and a laugh escapes you.
âYou probably have one of the best car collections ever and show up in this.â You motion to the car. âFernando Alonso⌠driving an average car.âÂ
Fernando laughs too and hits your arms, because apparently he does that now. You smile, enjoying the casual contact under the Spanish sun.
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Two days fly by. Days filled with loads of exploring the area youâre staying in, Fernando acted as your guide. But also days filled with laughter and a new sort of tension neither of you had expected to be there.Â
Todayâs been filled with lap times, learning a new track and getting to know your other teammates, Lucia and Valentino. Itâs been quite a hustle to actually find pace quickly, though with a lot of help from your teammates, and especially Fernando, and after a long day of practice youâd managed to get up to speed, managing to lap consistent and competitive times.
After the practice day you and the team had gone out for dinner, which eventually led to now. The backyard of the Airbnb youâre staying at, the house shared with Fernando.
You lay on the small patch of grass, looking up at the twinkling stars in the sky. The temperature is just cold enough so you can comfortably wear the sweater you brought. A few meters away a small fire crackles, creating a cozy atmosphere.
The silence stretches, a few crickets filling the otherwise dull silence. Thatâs until you hear soft footsteps and feel a presence settling on the grass beside you. You glance sideways, the moonlight illuminating Fernandoâs profile.
âYou like this?â Fernando asks, you quickly turn your eyes back to the stars in the sky.
âHm?â
âStargazing. You like it.â Fernando states this time. It feels like heâs almost observing you, and just the thought of that makes you blush a little.
You take a deep breath, feeling a bit warmer than you had before. You feel his eyes on you, just watching. âHm, yeah.. I do like it.â The words escape as a soft whisper. âItâs calming.âÂ
Fernando hums in response to your answer and lets a silence fall between you. The silence isnât uncomfortable in the slightest, despite the fact youâre very aware of how close Fernando is to you. You donât notice it when your pinky finger twitches towards his, his pinky twitching towards your.
A tree ruffles from the soft breeze, a cricket sounds in the background just as you turn your head to look at Fernando. You make eye contact and share a smile, your pinkies locked together as you lay in the grass.Â
You stay like this for a few moments before you shift your head closer, eyes flicking to his lips. A flutter goes through your stomach as you notice him doing the same. Though instead of fully leaning in you both pull back, at the same time.Â
Youâre the first to sip up, not able to look at him anymore, not after that moment.
âI.. Iâm going to bed.â You murmur as you get up, Fernando follows.
âYeah, big day tomorrow.â
You move to the room youâre staying in, thought coursing through your head. Did that really happen? Had he really looked at you like he wanted to kiss you? You run your hands down your face before running them through your short hair. A sigh escapes your lips as you slide into bed, deciding itâs best to just sleep so youâd be fit for the 24 hour race.
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The next day youâd gotten to the track early, attending the pre-race debrief where the rules would be explained. After the debrief there was a practice session which would go over into qualifying, which Fernando drove.Â
In the end Fernando had managed to get pole position for the race by a small margin. Heâd also taken up the task of starting the race, wanting to build a gap before the second driver would hop in.
After the first hour and a half of the race Fernando comes into the pit for the first driver swap, Luciaâs first stint, and a refuel. During Fernandoâs first stint he had managed to do just what he wanted, creating a gap between the team and the rest of the teams. And with the pace he had, he managed to create a gap big enough for this first driverswap to be free.Â
Itâs only until later in the day, the stints that would be during sunset and into the night, that it was your turn to drive. Youâd drive the fourth stint of your team, the stint after Valentino. You exchanged quick fistbumps and goodlucks with your team before heading out on track, with no one ahead of you.Â
During your nearly two hour stint you manage to keep pace, and most importantly keep position. Even greeting a bigger gap then there already was, which is in your teamâs favour for the mandatory maintenance stop at the end of your stint.Â
The next two stints would only be an hour long each, both Lucia and Valentino driving shorter stints so Fernando could get in for his two hour night stint at 2 AM, meaning you could get about three and a half hours of rest before your next stint.
Youâre back in the pits at a quarter to four, dressed and ready for your second stint deep into the night. You wait for Fernando to drive into the pits, you compliment him on his stint and he wishes you luck for your upcoming stint.
Youâd gone to refuel the kart, as planned.
âOkay, you are currently P3, but the teams up ahead still need to pit.â You hear a voice through your radio, recognising it as Fernandoâs.Â
âCopy.â You reply, focusing on drivers.
After the first half an hour you get an update on your position, youâre back in P1 with a 30 second gap behind, with you extending the lead even further.
Your stint flies by quickly, and suddenly youâre called into the pit. The stint had been easy going, only passing lapped traffic.
When you got out of the kart you were greeted by Lucia, whoâd go in the kart next, and Fernando. You fistbump Lucia before she drives off in the kart.Â
You feel a bit shaky on your legs, the two hour stint having taken all your energy. Itâs so bad you canât even manage to get your helmet off and you make the decision to do it back in the motorhome that your team had set up to get rest in during the race.Â
When back in the motorhome you struggle with your helmet again, until Fernando bats your hands away and helps you. You flush slightly under your helmet. Feeling that same pull you had felt the night before. A sigh escapes your lips when your helmet is finally off.
âThanks.â You say in a whisper, not even noticing that your breath is getting heavier.
Fernando doesnât reply with words, just pulling you in for an embrace. âYou did really well, you know?â He praises, noticing your heavy, almost panicky, breaths. He tries to calm you.
You hum in response, feeling your heartbeat speeding up. You notice how your breath had sped up just a few moments ago, and that only makes it worse now. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to calm your racing thoughts about the stint youâd just driven, about the way Fernando had guided you through your night stint⌠about that moment in the garden with Fernando last night. You hear his voice, though you donât hear his words.
Whatâs happening.. Why am I panicking?Â
You shake your head, the palms of your hands sweating as you grip on tightly to Fernando to ground yourself, though it doesnât work. You feel a warm touch on your cheek, the sound of his voice sounding again. Yet you still canât quite catch his words.
Breathe, man. Come on. Why is this- oh..Â
Your thoughts get interrupted by a soft press against your lips, taking your breath away. You freeze, your hands tightening their hold on Fernando before you basically melt into the touch. You can feel yourself calm down as the kiss progresses. Itâs soft. Comforting. You move your hand, instinctively carding it through Fernandoâs hair before pulling back.
âYou just- you.â You mutter, your breath is calm again. Your heart racing, but in a good way.
Fernando smiles at you, seeming pleased that he managed to calm you down. âProblem?â He asks with that familiar smug look.
âNot at all..â you whisper as you pull him in for another kiss.
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By the time you get in the car again itâs 2 PM. Your final stint. The final two hours of the race. You were slightly nervous, though you know you can bring the win home. Your team had been so fast during the night and the morning you had managed to build a big gap, almost an entire lap to P2.
Quite near the end of the race youâd felt the kart stuttering just a bit, knowing it might be running out of fuel, though itâs only a few minutes left until the end of the race.Â
The checkered flag doesnât wave long after. You finish first. You hear your teammates on the radio, Lucia the one directly speaking to you with Fernando and Valentino celebrating in the background.
Youâd done your victory lap before pulling into the P1 spot set up on the main straight. Youâd gotten out, just to be lifted up by Fernando the moment he got the change.
Fernando sets you down again, letting the other two hug you too before you can even take off your helmet.
The podium celebration had been amazing, champagne spraying, receiving the trophees, and the pure joy that comes with it.
âYou know,â Fernando starts with a whisper only you can hear as he steps up closely behind you. âI could kiss you right now.â
âShut up.â You laugh and hit his chest, just to hug him tightly a moment after. âLater, when weâre not in public.â You whisper back, making him laugh softly.
â Pairing
âł Fernando Alonso x male!f1 driver!reader
â Summary
âł Childhood friends never last in F1 but you and Fernando were supposed to be the exception, until he moves to Ferrari and suddenly he's not a constant anymore, that is until he phones you drunk one night a few days after losing the championship
â Word Count
âł 2.1K
â Authors Note:
âł Gosh, a second mlm Fernando fic this month? I really am doing my duties for my community this pride month. Anyways, as all my mlm fics you have @jamesiesposts to blame for this one and the smut coming in part two <3 SHOUT OUT if you get the title reference!
Inseparable was the only word to explain yours and Fernandoâs relationship. From the moment you met at eight years old, no one could find one without the other. You would share hotel rooms during away races. Fernando would always steal your food and he was always the first person you told anything. So it wasnât a shock he was the first person you told about your sexuality, one night while you were both 14, laying beside each other in the dark, in a whisper so small you thought heâd miss it.Â
But he hadnât ignored it, he had taken your hand instead and told you he didnât care, that you were still his best friend. And when it had come out your second year in F1, without your permission, Fernando had been the very first to defend you to the media. It had lost you a couple sponsors and made your seat security questionable, but youâd gotten over it and heâd been there through it off.Â
It had been hard having a relationship as close as yours and being in such an intense sport. Especially when Fernando had gotten signed first and started his formula one career. You had been beyond excited for him, but suddenly you were separated by series and schedules. Your relationship had become one of late-night phone calls catching up and random texts when you both had a chance.Â
Youâd gotten into formula one the same year heâd won his second championship, and although in a different team youâd been pulled into the celebrations because inhis own words, âyou missed the first one, you wonât miss the secondâ. It had everyone and their mother taking notice of your relationship, the relationship where you were always either with each other or looking for the other.Â
It was normal, just like it always had been. Just like it was to slip into each other's room after bad races and into each other's arms for breakdowns. It had never been weird, youâd grown up together like that. Your family were interconnected, sisters who were just as close and parents who had monthly barbeques. It was normal.Â
Until Fernando had gotten weird. It was after a crash that had you sitting out for a couple races, and suddenly Fernando who always cared more about your health, was suddenly MIA. Youâd tried asking him and he hadnât been able to explain it, said you were over thinking things and he was just busy.Â
But it was something more you knew, because suddenly the man who was always there was not anymore. You blamed it on Ferrari and the pressure that came with it, you blamed it on the pressure and image Ferrari pushed. One that you werenât a part of, not someone like you. Even if youâd never been public with your relationships or loud about it, it still hung over you like a sign you hadnât wanted to put up.Â
And then you blamed it on the championship, he was fighting for a title in Ferrari, the title of more than a nation, of a religion. But heâd lost it, in a moment of pure pain and disassociation, heâd stared at his car, that feeling of defeat hitting him.Â
Then came the aftermath, heâd pushed everyone away including you, and you couldnât fight him anymore, your spirit had been broken, your relationship changed.Â
Itâs why when your phone rang in the middle of the night, his name in bold letters, it felt like water had been splashed on you. You answered the phone, not sure what the older man could have wanted at 2am, and his voice had filled your ears. All drunken, and slurred, he hadnât sounded like he was out clubbing, which had been his escape after the championship loss.Â
Instead he had sounded warm, cozy, his hotel room. When he spoke his words were ones that were broken, asking you to come over, and even though you knew better you did, because you always did. You would always be there for him, no matter what happened.Â
The hotel room was dim when you arrived. Not dark. Just dim enough that the city lights bleeding through the curtains painted everything in shades of gold and grey. Fernando was sitting on the floor beside the bed. A bottle rested loosely in his hand.
He spoke in mumbles and whispered slurs that you couldnât understand. He looked exhausted, not physically, but emotionally. Like something inside him had finally broken.
"Jesus, Nando."
A laugh escaped him, humourless and hollow. "You came."
"Of course I came." His gaze dropped, because that seemed to hurt him more than anything else. Youâd ever said had.Â
You crossed the room and carefully took the bottle from his hand. He didn't fight you, didnât argue or complain. He just let it happen.
It had scared you more than if he had refused. "Come on," you said quietly. "Let's get you into bed."
Fernando allowed you to pull him to his feet. The moment he stood, he swayed. Your hand immediately moved to his waist to steady him. A movement you had done hundreds of times over the years.
Everything about it was normal, or always had been but instead Fernando froze.
You frowned. "Nando?"
His eyes were fixed on you, or as fixed as they could be through his drunken tears. Something unreadable moved behind them, something you'd never seen before.
The room suddenly felt too small, too quiet, too warm. "You stayed."
You blinked, confused. "What?"
"You always stay." His voice cracked.
The sound of it made your chest ache. "Fernando..."
"Everyone leaves." He continued. His words were slurred from alcohol but the hurt behind them was painfully clear.
"Not everyone." You whispered, pulling the blanket back from the bed for him.Â
You guided him towards the bed, but he didn't move. Instead he grabbed your wrist, hard enough to make you stop. The gesture made you look up and at him.
His eyes were glassy. Red-rimmed. Filled with something that looked dangerously close to heartbreak. "I don't know how to do this anymore." The confession hit harder than you expected.
This was Fernando. Fernando who always had answers. Fernando who could survive anything. Fernando who never let people see him bleed. Fernando who was always the strong one. Yet here he was. Falling apart right in front of you.
"You don't have to figure it out tonight." You whispered and for a second he simply just stared straight through you.Â
Then his gaze dropped to your mouth. You didn't understand what was happening until he leaned forward. The movement was hesitant. Almost uncertain. As if he was waiting for you to stop him. As if part of him already knew he shouldn't be doing this.
Your breath caught, everything seemed to freeze, your heart beating a thousand times faster.Â
Then instinct took over, and you stepped back. The distance you created between the two of you appears instantly. "Fernando."
His face fell and the realization hit him immediately.
He looked horrified, like he'd just woken from a dream and understood exactly what he'd done. You stared at him, trying to calm youÂ
He stared at the floor, the silence was deafening.Â
"Fer?" Your voice came out quieter than you intended.
Fernando squeezed his eyes shut, and you watched shame wash across his face. The kind of shame that made your stomach twist.
"Nando."
"I didn't meanâŚ" He stopped, because that wasn't true. You both knew it. You didnât know when your crush on Fernando had started, and much less that he would ever be interested, but the looks he sent you were never ever casual.Â
The words hung between you, heavily. They were dangerous and terrifying both at the same time. And for the first time in twenty years, neither of you knew what to say.
âI donât know who I am anymoreâ The words came out broken, barely louder than a whisper, before he started crying.
Not the quiet tears you had seen after bad races or disappointing results. This was ugly. The kind of crying that shook his entire body. The kind that made it difficult to breathe.
You didn't hesitate.
Your arms wrapped around him automatically, letting his forehead fall against your shoulder. Fernando clung to you immediately. Like a drowning man grabbing onto the only thing keeping him afloat.
"Nando," you whispered.
He shook his head. "I had it." His voice cracked. "I had it."
The championship. You knew exactly what he meant. You felt his fingers tighten against the back of your shirt.
"I was supposed to win."
"I know."
"I had it."
"I know."
You guided him towards the bed, this time he let you. The moment he sat down, he grabbed your wrist again. Not wanting you to leave. Not trusting that you would stay.
You kicked your shoes off and climbed onto the mattress beside him. Immediately Fernando moved closer. Years of habit taking over. Just like when you were teenagers sharing hotel rooms, like after bad karting weekends. Just like after your first retirement in Formula One.
Only this time felt different.
His head found your chest while your hand moved through his hair, slowly, patiently. Just waiting for the storm to pass.
For several minutes neither of you spoke. Fernando simply cried. Then eventually the words started coming. Broken pieces. Half-finished thoughts. Fragments of pain. "They all wanted it."
You frowned. "Who?"
"Ferrari." His laugh sounded miserable. "It wasn't just my championship." His eyes squeezed shut. "It was theirs."
You listened, because that was all you could do. "I let everyone down."
"You didn't."
"I did."
"You didn't."
His breathing hitched. "You don't understand." Maybe you didn't, maybe nobody could, not completely. Not unless they'd spent years carrying the weight of an entire nation on their shoulders.Â
"I don't know what I'm doing anymore." His voice was quieter now, exhausted and defeated. You kept running your fingers through his hair. The familiar motion slowly grounding him. Then he laughed again. A short, broken sound. "I kissed you."
Your stomach twisted. Fernando immediately hid his face against your shoulder. Ashamed, embarrassed, and terrified all at once. "I know."
"I'm sorry."
You swallowed with a small nod "I know."
"I don't know why I did that." The lie sounded weak even to his own ears. You felt it in the way his body tensed.
The silence stretched. "But maybe I do." The admission barely reached you. You almost missed it. Fernando's breathing became uneven again. "I can't be."
You frowned. "Can't be what?"
His grip tightened. "So stupid."
"Nando."
"I can't be." The words sounded frightened. Not disgusted, or angry, but frightened. His voice cracked. "I'm a driver." The confession hit harder than anything else he'd said all night.
As if those things were mutually exclusive. As if being Fernando Alonso and wanting men could not possibly exist in the same universe.Â
Your chest ached. "Nando."
"I'm Ferrari." The words came tumbling out now. Desperately pulling at something to ground him. "I have sponsors and cameras and expectations and-"
"Fernando." You tried again.Â
"I can't be that person." You carefully placed a hand against the side of his head. Waiting until he finally looked up.
"You don't have to figure any of that out tonight." You said and his eyes softened, he opened his mouth to protest but you shook your head. "Not tonight." His mouth closed. "You hear me?"
For a long moment he simply stared at you. Then, eventually, he nodded. The fight seemed to leave him all at once. Exhaustion settling into his bones.
You pulled the blanket over both of you. Fernando immediately curled closer. His head returns to your chest. Instinct or Habit, maybe both or maybe it was because you had always been home.
The last thing you heard before sleep finally claimed him was a small, broken whisper. "Iâm sorry."
Your throat tightened. You pressed a kiss into his hair. The same way you had a hundred times before. Long before either of you knew how complicated things could become. "I know," you whispered.
â Asficdiary:
âł Masterlist || Fernando Masterlist || PART TWO SOON
Itâs Wednesday morning, the sun is out, the weather forecast looks good for the rest of the day. But most importantly, you have the day off. Which means you can go karting. You had gotten everything ready the day before which means you could just hop in the car and go to track.
So after a 40 minute drive youâre at the track, the closest one to home. It wouldnât be a busy day since itâs a weekday, and until now youâd only seen one other driver there. Though of course thereâs still a possibility of other karting drivers pulling up for some laps. The first thing you did when actually getting to the track is paying track access and a pitbox for the day. Only after that you loaded all your stuff out and got them into the pitbox, kart included.Â
You chatted a bit with the staff of the karting track and the other driver already present, though heâd be driving a different class than you would.Â
After getting ready, suiting up and making sure your ribprotector is secured correctly, you put your helmet on. You hop into your kart, taking the first few laps a bit slower to properly warm your engine.Â
After your first session, in which you drove around 15 laps, you had taken it a bit easier than you normally would. Not pushing just yet, just reconnecting with the kart and the feeling on track since it had been quite a while since you last went to track. Once back in your pitbox you take a good look around the kart, cleaning it a bit and checking for any bolts that might have come loose, and to your relief nothing had come loose. Next you go up to the track restaurant, windows overlooking the track and part of the parking lot. Youâd gotten a drink to quench your thirst as you overlooked the track from above, watching the lines the other driver, despite having a slightly weaker engine, takes. Making a few mental notes as to where you could gain some time.
Once you walk down to the pitlane again you see a larger type van drive onto the parking lot, you assume itâs just another drive. One of the guys or girls that come here just a bit more often than you.Â
You move back to your pitbox, checking the tire pressures for your next run before pushing your pit-trolly, which could be used by just one person, out of the box to lower it on the ground in the pitlane.Â
Before you hop into your kart again you fasten your ribprotector again and sip up your kart suit. You pull on your helmet, fastening it securely, and pull on your gloves before starting the engine and heading out on track again.
This time around you push a bit harder, your lap times getting lower each lap with your regained confidence in the kart and your driving ability.Â
Around 10 laps into your second session you drive past a driver, the one that just got to track. Your red liveried kart shooting past the blue and yellow liveried one that was driving on the racing line, only to look back a few corners later and see the other kart right on your tail, seemingly using you as a reference to learn the track.Â
After another 7 laps you raise your hand, signaling to the driver behind you that youâd be going back to the pits.Â
When back you donât bother getting your kart back into the pitbox. You take off your gloves and helmet, watching the new driver on track, not having seen him before, though thereâs something familiar about his driving style.Â
You watch as the driver puts in faster lap times and you could swear heâs already going faster than you are. Thatâs until the driver heads into the pitlane, stopping near a guy,you assume the driverâs mechanic, not too far away from you.Â
The driver takes his helmet off, revealing itâs no one other than Fernando Alonso. You quickly look away, not even having realised you were staring before.
Fernando Alonso. Two time Formula one world champion. You think to yourself, running a hand through your hair as you finally move to lift your kart back onto the pit-trolly. You move the kart back into the pitbox, going through your usual post session ritual of cleaning and checking the kart. Though this time with the knowledge that one of the worldâs greatest racing drivers had used you, a local and hobby karting driver, as a reference to learn the basic line of the track. Eventually, you hear a kart driving out on track again. Fernandoâs on track. You stop your cleaning since your kart is very clean now anyways. A deep breath escapes you as you move to the spectator place above the pitboxes, watching the professional racing driver perfectly tackle the track. Slightly different lines from the lines you usually take, and it seems to gain him loads of time. You take this as a learning opportunity.
You sit out the next session, deciding to get some lunch and refuel for the session after.
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The next time you get on track again there are three other drivers on track, a junior driver having joined the adults on track.Â
A few laps in you find yourself on the same part of tarmac as Fernando again, watching his racing lines from right behind, trying to keep up with him. You manage. In some corners even gaining a bit on Fernando. Losing more in the corners where heâs faster.Â
You see Fernando watching back a few times, having noticed you actually being faster in some corners. He lifts on the next straight, letting you go by so he can once again study your driving. Watch where youâre faster. Copy those lines.
Only two laps later Fernando passes you again, even flashing you a thumbs up as he goes by.Â
After another 10 minutes of driving you go back to the pits, having set a personal best lap. Though thatâs not the reason you went into the pits, you noticed an odd sort of shift in weight balance throughout the lap. So when you get out of the kart you immediately check the kart, noticing a broken bolt. The bolt that keeps a part of the exhaust up.Â
You sigh deeply as you wind the kart back on the one-man pit-trolly. A slightly dejected look in your eyes, though not visible through the closed visor. You push the kart back to the pitbox before you start rummaging through the few boxes of spare parts, trying desperately to find another bolt.Â
âHey!âÂ
You turn around. Youâre sweaty, a frown on your face. But he stands there. Fernando Alonso. He somehow still looks fresh, even after the way youâve seen him drive just minutes ago.Â
âHi.â You reply, not even realising how snappy you sound. A sigh mixed with a groan falls from your lips as you step back into the sun. You donât look happy. Youâre not, since the bolt broke you might not be able to go out on track again.Â
Fernando looks at your kart, spotting the issue that has you in a snappy state. âNeed a replacement? Iâm fairly sure we have something.âÂ
A slightly confused expression settles on your face. Heâd spoken so casually, like heâd known you for years. Like he wasnât one of the best racing drivers in the world. You shake your head, snapping out of your frozen state and jogging after him.Â
âHere ya go.â Fernando hands you an exhaust mount.Â
You stare at him a little, taking the item from the driverâs hand. âLet me-â
Fernando shakes his head. âTake it. Just practice battles on track with me later.âÂ
You nod, though you realise you hadnât even introduced yourself so you turn back and do exactly that. You introduce yourself, even slipping into a short comfortable conversation before you go back to fix your kart.
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The fix doesnât take long, you easily manage to replace the mount and secure the exhaust to the kart again, this time without a chance of the bolt snapping.Â
You suit up again, helmet on, gloves on, and you get into the kart. Though as youâre about to start the kart you feel a tap on your helmet. You open your visor again.
âYeah?â You ask the man whoâd approached you.
âUp for a battle then? Race simulation style?â Fernando asks you. He looks determined, heâs not taking ânoâ for an answer.Â
You respond with a nod, not letting the opportunity of battling against Fernando Alonso in a kart pass by. Anyone would say yes to that, even if theyâd get absolutely humbled.
Just as you drive off you close your visor again, smiling underneath the helmet. You do you outlap with a giddy, yet nervous, feeling in the pit of your stomach. You're about to train with Fernando Alonso. You see him still in the pits, getting ready to head out as well.Â
A few laps later you see Fernando on track, about half a lap separated. You decide to slow your pace, lifting a little through the corners and on the straights since itâs just the two of you on track anyways.
Once Fernando reaches you, you start to push again, looking back before braking for a corner, Fernando already next to you.
This goes on for 15 laps, changing positions, following each other. But most importantly? Having fun.
At one point you notice a slight stutter in your engine, you glance down at your fuel tank and see that itâs almost empty so you go back to the pits for a break.Â
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A small 10 minutes later, youâre kart clean again and refuelled for possibly your next session you sit down at one of the tables outside. Fernando approaches you, heâd just come out of his own kart a few minutes ago.
âThat was good, no?â
You nod excitedly. âThat mightâve been the best experience ever.âÂ
Fernando raises an eyebrow at your confession, seemingly having expected you to do races. âHow so? So good that you have no exciting battles in your races then?â
âRaces?â You ask with a confused expression. Though you realise, after a few seconds, that Fernando had expected you to be more experienced with wheel to wheel racing. That you actually drove in a championship. âOh, I donât have the funds for that. Just a hobby for me.â You admit with a smile.
A silence falls in your conversation, Fernandoâs expression settling into something of understanding. âOh.â You hear him breath out, almost like heâs in disbelief. âThatâs a shame. Youâre a good driver, talented.â Fernando says, and itâs clear he is telling the truth.
You stay silent. Fernando Alonso is complementing your driving? You never thought that would happen, yet here you are. âReally?âÂ
âReally.â Fernando confirms softly, holding out his hand which you shake. Almost like youâre friends now.
Wasteland, Baby! // Fernando Alonso // Chapter 18: Roads Back Home
Wordcount: -> 1012
Pairing: -> Fernando Alonso x Male!reader
Story Synopsis : -> Five years after the zombie apocalypse of 2010, you come across Fernando Alonso in a forest. After your initial meeting you convince him to come back to the QZ with you, not realizing how your simple gesture would change your life.
- August 18th -
âSsh.â You shush the dog and Fernando as you lay on the ground, looking through the scope of your gun. Something moving in the distance. Human, but not actually human. Infected.Â
Youâre not too far out from the Quarantine Zone, about half a dayâs travel. It surprises you that thereâs an infected this close, though youâve taken a slightly different route back to the QZ than the route you took towards Scotland.Â
You feel Fernando settling close to your side, holding Thor in place so he doesnât bolt off like the energetic pup he is.Â
The wind brussels through the leaves of the tree near the infected, distracting you in just the slightest way possible. You manage to keep the infected in your sights. Never letting it get off target. You take a deep breath as you hear Fernando telling the dog off. You steady your finger on the trigger. The infected moves again, tracking its movement with your scope before it stays still again.Â
You take the shot.
Missed.
âFuck.â You groan, reloading your gun and taking aim again.Â
You had missed by just a centimeter. âThe wind, lousy.â Fernando chuckles beside you despite the tense situation.
The infected moves again, you follow it. âShush up.â You mumble to Fernando, nudging his foot. You ready your finger over the trigger again, noticing how still the infected stays. Itâs clearly not been startled by the missed shot.
You aim slightly away from the infected since the wind is still the same, also keeping the bullet drop in mind. Once steady you press the trigger again, this time hitting the infected with a clean shot.Â
Thor lets out a happy yelp, noticing a lift in the mood. The infected has dropped in the grass, unmoving.Â
Fernandoâs lips press against your cheek, you flush lightly. âNice shot.â You hear him murmur.Â
âThanks.â You turn your head, capturing his lips with your own in a short yet sweet kiss.
Next thing you know youâre getting up to walk through the grassfields. The plains where youâd shot the infected. You make sure to be careful and weary of your surroundings, constantly scanning, since there might be more infected around. You stay close to Fernando, the dog trotting just ahead of you.Â
A little in the distance you spot a tree, the same tree youâd fallen out of on your first day of travel with Fernando.Â
âFernando, look!â You laugh as you point out the tree, a smile on your face as you think about climbing it again. Your walking pace speeds up a little, wanting to reach the tree.
Once you reach the base on the tree you look up, looking at the strongest branches.
âNo.â Fernando states. âAbsolutely not. Donât you dare.â He protests while you already move to find a grip in the tree.
âWhat?â You ask. Thor barks at the tree. âDonât want another near heartattack?â
âNo. Donât want you to hurt yourself.âÂ
You look around the tree, seeing the broken off branch from that day. You turn your head, looking at Fernando with a soft look in your eyes, seeing the slightly worried look in his eyes. âAw, it almost sounds like you care.â You tease.
Fernandoâs eyes widen a little, a laugh escaping his lips. âYes, you idiot! Youâre my boyfriend, of course I care.â He says as makes a gesture of a mind explosion. âSurprise!â
You laugh at the sarcastic tone of Fernando saying âSurpise!â and you step closer to him. âYouâre so stupid.â You murmurs, leaning in just to peck Fernandoâs lips. âI wonât climb this stupid tree then.âÂ
Fernando huffs softly, hitting your chest in a playful, flirty way. âGood.â You hear him say before Thor barks again, demanding attention.
You kneel down, petting the puppy. âyes, yes, little pup. We care about you too.â You coo at the animal who nuzzles into your hand.Â
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The sun beats down on you as it gets later in the day. Youâve covered quite a lot of ground since youâd shot the single infected and made Fernando almost lose his mind over wanting to climb a tree.
Thor, the ever so energetic pup, happily running around. Every now and then laying down in the grass just to jump at either you or Fernando, earning a laugh from you both every time.Â
A deep sigh escapes you, feeling quite exhausted and thirsty. You pause when you see a familiar stream of water, stalking towards it without saying anything.
Fernando looks around when he notices you're not next to him. âHey!â He calls out, jogging after you, making sure Thor follows too.
âWhat are you doing?â You hear Fernando ask when he catches up to you.
You shrug, running a hand through your hair and continuing to the stream of water. âGetting water, Iâm thirsty.
âI have water.â Fernando grabs your wrist, stopping you from walking. âHere.â He says as he hands you the flask, which is filled with water.
You take the flask, taking a long sip. You feel the water running down your throat, exquisitely quenching your nagging thirst. A heavy, satisfied, sigh escapes you as you lower the flask again. You hand it back to Fernando, a smile back on your face now.
Before you start walking again you grab Fernando's hand, intertwining your fingers as you start walking in the direction youâre supposed to go again. Towards the Quarantine zone. Towards your friends. But most importantly towards home.
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You keep walking the entire afternoon, even a little into night. Only a single stop to rest a bit and eat some food to finish the journey.
The sun is setting when you finally see the Quarantine zone in the distance. Your pace speeds up just a little as you move through the open area near the QZ. Past the cars that had been abandoned years ago, now overgrowing with vines, until you eventually reach the main entrance of the place.
âHome.â You sigh, feeling Fernando squeeze your hand.
âHomeâ He echoes as the gates of the wall open.
Wasteland, Baby! // Fernando Alonso // Chapter 17: Strawberry Farm
Wordcount: -> 1282
Pairing: -> Fernando Alonso x Male!reader
Story Synopsis : -> Five years after the zombie apocalypse of 2010, you come across Fernando Alonso in a forest. After your initial meeting you convince him to come back to the QZ with you, not realizing how your simple gesture would change your life.
- August 15th -
It's a cloudy day, temperatures are cooler than the past few days, it's nice. There's a slight breeze, not too warm and not too cold, just right.Â
Youâve been feeling better each day, you're getting stronger, your stamina is better and you don't experience the sudden pain anymore.Â
Thor walks just ahead of you, the pup is a happy little thing, and also very energetic so you have to keep him busy. Fernando walks next to you, your hands brushing each other from time to time. Your fingers itch to reach out and grab Fernando's hand, why wouldn't you? But you stop yourself, reminding yourself you could run into danger at any moment. What you don't expect though, is that Fernando reaches out instead, lacing his fingers together with yours. Instantly, your thumb moves to trace over Fernandoâs and you feel him squeeze your hand a little.Â
Your eyes move to lock on Fernando, just taking in the way the sun hits Fernandoâs face, how the light makes his eyes light up. You canât get enough of it, though you look away, focusing on the road ahead of you.
âThor!â Fernando calls out to the puppy in response to a bark. You just laugh, enjoying the way Fernando handles the puppy. Thor waits for you two to catch up, happily strutting next to you with its tongue out.
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A little while later you spot something resembling a farm in the near distance, opting to head for the building. When you get closer it becomes clear that it is some sort of farm which only makes you smile.
âAre you sure?â Fernando asks softly, remembering the last time they were at a farm, when you had almost died.
A deep sense of fear settles in your gut now, you tighten your grip on Fernandoâs hand. âWeâll be fine.â You say with a whisper, sounding more confident than you actually are. The puppy notices your hesitance and presses its head against your leg before barking softly, as if saying heâd protect you and Fernando. âThank you, Thor.âÂ
You walk onto the farm lands, a sweet smell in the air. Before you know it, Thor finds a box, which conveniently has a soft blanket in it, and jumps inside, sticking its head out. One of Thorâs ears is flapped down, the other up straight and his tongue sticks out which makes you laugh.
âHey, look.â Fernando's voice snaps your attention to him and you watch him point at the strawberry field which accompanies the farm.Â
Your eyes light up at the sight of the strawberry field. âCome on!â You laugh as you pull Fernando along to lay down in the field, soaking in the sun. You move close to Fernando, almost cuddling up to him.
Suddenly, you decide to sit up, reaching out to pick one of the strawberries, unaware of the intense gaze on you. âHey, do you have water?â You ask softly, wanting to rinse off the strawberry before eating it. You turn to Fernando, seeing that intense gaze. He hands you his flask with water, you rinse on the strawberry and take a bite, humming softly at the sweet taste of it before offering it to Fernando.Â
You watch as Fernando leans in to take a bite of the strawberry, his eyes locked on yours and vice versa. You feel a stirring in your gut, something like want, or is it desire? The flask beside you is completely forgotten as you drop the stem of the strawberry.Â
âWhat?â You hear Fernando ask, noticing the slightly deeper sound of his voice. It makes something snap inside of you, like you finally allow yourself not to hold back.Â
You shake your head. âNothing.â A soft murmur as you move, pressing one hand on Fernando's stomach as you lean on the other, inching closer to Fernando before capturing his lips in a searing kiss, letting all your pent up feelings out.Â
Fernandoâs hand finds its way into your hair, gripping tightly onto the strands and tugging a bit. A soft groan escapes you at the tug on your hair. You push Fernando down on his back, settling your weight on top of him.Â
As you part to take a breath, you feel Fernandoâs hand slide down your back and under your shirt which causes you to have a physical reaction, your jeans suddenly feeling tighter. You shift, settling comfortably between his legs and pressing down more of your weight against him.Â
âFernandoâ You whisper against his lips, deepening the kiss as you feel his hand moving higher on your back. One of your hands moves to press Fernandoâs hips down against the ground just a bit harder, and you involuntarily grind against him, drawing a soft sound from his lips.Â
You keep kissing Fernando deeply until your breath once again runs out and you have to pull back. âFuckâ You hear Fernando whisper, his voice sounding more breathless than youâve ever heard. You slide your hands under Fernandoâs shirt, earning a gasp from him though you silence him with a heated kiss, your tongues tangling together.Â
The noise of your heavy breaths sounds between kisses. You feel Fernandoâs hands digging into your back, your hand now splayed on Fernandoâs chest, feeling its way around and slightly squeezing the muscles.Â
Just then a ruffling sound is heard within the strawberry field, followed by something jumping on you. A soft bark.Â
âThor!â You laugh at the dogâs antics, feeling its wet nose against your neck.Â
Fernando runs his hand through your hair. âStupid dog.â He grumbles affectionately, petting the dog with his other hand.Â
Thor barks again, nipping playfully at Fernandoâs hand. Youâre still on top of him, your head dropping against Fernandoâs shoulder as you process what just happened. Youâd not just kissed, youâd properly made out and⌠almost more. Almost. If it wasnât for Thor interrupting you.
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Evening has set in, the sun casting setting beautifully over the strawberry fields and a soft breeze ruffeling the plants in sight. Youâre looking at Thor, whoâs running between the plants, while Fernando prepares dinner.Â
You feel a pair of arms wrapping around you from behind, a kiss against the back of your neck.
âThe view is beautiful, isnât it?â You ask the other man who just hums in agreement.Â
Fernando squeezes you a little tighter. A bark sounds from the dog as he happily trots towards you. âCome, dinner is done.â He murmurs as he pulls away, just to grab you hand and pull you along to eat dinner.
