Pairing -> trans!Fernando Alonso x trans!reader (both ftm btw)
wordcount -> 2005
Tw -> mentions of dysphoria, transphobia, the name Daniel (for some of us)
A/N: Hihi, it's been a while but I decided to write a t4t oneshot and since it's pridemonth (happy pridemonth to those who celebrate) I decided to upload!!
It’s a quiet Friday afternoon, three weeks after the start of your second year at university and everything has been going well for now. The start of this year has been so much easier than the last so far since you don’t have to adjust to a new living situation nor a completely different curriculum and way of attending classes.
Class had ended at midday which means you got home just before half past twelve since the apartment where you live is a 20 minute walk from campus. You’d made yourself a sandwich before going straight into studying, needing to be at least a bit productive before the weekend actually starts.
The living room is quiet as you study, you look up from your laptop with a smile on your face as you look around the place. It’s a comfortable living room, with a balcony just outside the glass door, overlooking the street you live in. The quiet, however, doesn’t last any longer since your roommate, who’s been your best friend for 6, almost 7 years, steps into their shared apartment.
“¡Hola, mi amigo!” Fernando chirps with a happy singsong voice as he drops his bag by the door.
The sound of Fernando shuffling through the apartment is quiet and comfortable. “Hi, Fernando.” You reply the moment the couch dips next to you.
Fernando closes your laptop and cuddles up to you for your weekly cuddles and TV time together.
After half an hour of watching TV, on which FRIENDS is playing, Fernando speaks up. “My mates are coming over later.” You hear him say with that soft murmur that makes you feel things in your chest that you shouldn’t be feeling.
“For the football?” You ask since you know the team Fernando and his friends support is playing later today. You don’t mind Fernando’s friends, even if you have heard them, especially Daniel, make comments which weren’t very kind.
A soft rustling of fabric is heard as Fernando nods his head in confirmation to your question. You feel the warm weight of Fernando’s arm settling around your waist, his fingers fidgeting with your shirt as you trace patterns on his arm like you’d been doing for years.
–
Soon enough, evening rolls around which means Fernando’s friends could be coming over any moment now. The football match only starts in half an hour. You’d only just finished dinner, and still busy cleaning up the kitchen together, when the doorbell rings. Fernando leaves you in the kitchen, going to open the door for his friends.
Once you finish with the dishes you decide to head to your room, not wanting to bother the guys watching the football match. You hear the lively chatter between Fernando and his friends, though the sound is muffled through the thin walls of the apartment. You put on your headphones and sit down at your desk, deciding to work a little on one of the projects for your English Literature course.
–
A little later in the evening you head out of your room, entering the kitchen to grab a snack and a drink. You catch a few words of the ongoing conversation. As you peek your head into the living room to get a look at the score, Fernando’s team is currently winning, one of the guys makes quite a nasty comment about trans people and how they don’t belong in sports. Fernando’s eyes lock on you, your eyes lock on his. He’s not out to his friends, though he shut down after the comment and no one seems to notice.
“Oi, what do you think you’re doing?” One of Fernando’s mates speaks up, clearly targeted at you.
You open your mouth to answer, though you get cut off before you can speak. “Leave the man alone, Daniel.”
“Oh come on, Fernando.” Daniel’s eyes roam over you in an invading way, seemingly picking you apart. “That’s no fucking man.”
Your eyes drop to the floor and before you know it you’re back in your room, trying to calm your heavy panicked breaths and your racing heart. The noise canceling headphones prevent you from hearing Fernando’s defence of you, how he lashes out at Daniel and kicks him out of the apartment, the other remaining friends completely supporting Fernando, agreeing that what Daniel said was absolutely wrong.
The knock on your door goes unnoticed since the headphones really cancel all noise. You’ve buried your face in your pillow and you've curled up a little on your bed. What you don’t expect is a warm body to press against your back.
“Hey…” A soft whisper as your headphones get taken off by him. You know it’s easier for him, he’s had top surgery and all while you haven’t even started with hormone replacement therapy.
You push Fernando back, not happy at all. “Why do you even have friends like that? I don’t get you, mate.” You say with a very agitated tone.
Fernando blinks in confusion at the loss of contact. “I- look, I kicked him out. We won’t be seeing that prick anytime soon.” You hear him state, his hand finding your shoulder. “Lucas kicked him from the groupchat..”
“Go back to watching your stupid game.” your voice dipping a bit lower in frustration, not wanting Fernando’s company right now.
–
The sound of the front door closing echoes through the apartment, you’re still in bed, trying to fall asleep. You hear noises of someone cleaning the livingroom, Fernando’s footsteps sounding through the place and eventually reaching your door. A silence falls before you hear a knock on your door.
“Hey, you up?” Fernando’s voice sounds, merely a whisper, as the door creaks open and closes again.
The bed dips behind you, though you ignore it, ignore him. You pretend to be asleep but you assume Fernando knows you’re awake since he starts speaking. “Look, what Daniel said.. It was stupid. I froze and I’m sorry I didn’t stand up for you when you were there.” Fernando whispers with that softness that makes your chest feel tight.
Fernando presses up against your back and his arm wraps around your waist, like before. However, this time you don’t push him away, you just let him be. Finally you manage to fall asleep, quickly and comfortably, an effect Fernando’s had on you since you met years ago.
–
Sunlight streams through the slightly parted curtains as you stir awake. A warmth presses against your back. Warm breath on your neck and that arm is still wrapped around your waist.
A soft sigh escapes you as you bask in the warmth and comfort of Fernando’s embrace, something you’ve been doing more and more.
“Morning, mister.” You hear Fernando whisper which causes you to laugh a little. That laughter, however, dies when the words from last night replay in your head.
A soft ruffle sounds as you turn. “Does it get easier?” You ask Fernando. “Not feeling man enough..”
Those last words seem to grab Fernando’s attention, and suddenly he is fully awake. “You don’t feel man enough?” Fernando asks as he searches your face.
“I mean, it’s true what Daniel said, right?” A pause. “I’m no man, right? That’s what he said.”
Your eyes are shut closed when you feel his hands on your cheeks. “You’re a man. We both are.” Fernando whispers softly, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones. “It’s slow.. But when you start T, god it gets so much better. And before you know it you’ll have top surgery.”
“I’m so jealous of you.” You manage to laugh softly, reading your hand to rest on Fernando’s chest, feeling how flat it is despite the muscles that are present. “You’re handsome, you have nice facial hair,” a soft confession. “And your chest is nice and.. so are you.”
“You’re man enough.” Fernando states as he wraps his arms tighter around you. Your breath hitches as you feel a press of lips against your temple, Fernando’s body going rigid as he realises what he just did.
You blink your eyes open, holding on to the other tighter than before. “Fernando?” You whisper softly, leaning in closer to feel his breath on your lips, and before you can process it his lips are on yours.
The kiss is soft, trusting, like you’ve been doing this for years though in reality you haven’t. You sigh against Fernando’s mouth, nipping at his bottom lip as you slide your hand in his hair.
The bedsheets ruffle as both of you shift, pressing closer together as you kiss. You deepen the kiss, gently forcing your tongue into his mouth as you try to sit on his lap just to get pushed down against the bed.
“Boy.” Fernando whispers as he pulls back, a cheeky grin on his face. “Stop that.” He adds with that teasing tone when you put your hand flat against his chest, feeling the pec he has built back up since his top surgery all those months back.
You pause and actually pull back, earning a pout from Fernando in response. “No… Don’t stop, I liked that.” Fernando almost whines, something you haven't heard from him besides from the times he’s ill. The look in your eyes is quite serious, a little nervous too.
“You okay?” Fernando asks, a hint of worry shooting through him at the thought of you possibly feeling dysphoric.
Your face breaks into a smile and you peck Fernando’s lips. “I’m a-okay.” You whisper with a happy tone to your voice, pulling Fernando in for another deep kiss.
–
By mid-morning, after an hour more of cuddling and making out, you’re finally out of bed, leaving Fernando behind in the bedroom. Despite it being a weekend day you go through your usual morning routine, which as always ends with a self-made flat white.
This morning you’re on the balcony, overlooking the quiet street below, an occasional car passing by. You lean against the railing of the balcony, the sun just about hitting your face. The rays of the sun on your face feel nice and warm despite the cool morning temperature. You sip your coffee, replaying the events of earlier until you feel a warm body pressing against your back. “Finally decided to get up, lazy?” You ask with a soft laugh, tilting your head a little to the side as you feel Fernando’s kisses against the side of your neck.
Fernando chuckles in response. “Yeah and you didn’t even get me coffee.” He complains when the smell of your flat white hits his nose. “Oh wouw, look at that.” You hear him say as he points out an expensive looking car driving into the street below.
A soft hum escapes your lips as you watch the car drive by and you take another sip of your coffee, finishing the drink. You lean back against Fernando, feeling at peace with this new dynamic between you.
“You know..” You start as you push Fernando back just a little. “I think we’ll be just fine,” you turn around before finishing your sentence “boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend.” Fernando nods in agreement, pulling you in for a sweet kiss. “And you know…” He whispers against your lips, pulling back slightly. “I came out..”
You freeze ever so slightly. Fernando hasn’t told anyone he’s trans ever since starting uni. “Lucas and-”
“Yep,” Fernando cuts you off. “They were even more angry at Daniel after I came out. They were really chill about.. Everything.” He murmurs, pecking your lips again. “And turns out Lucas is bi too.”
“Could’ve seen that coming” You smile against Fernando’s lips, feeling happy and relieved that his boyfriend dared to come out to two of his closest friends. “And I’m proud of your stupid ass.” You laugh, insulting him a little like you’d done since you first met.
“I know,” Fernando says as he starts to pull you back into your shared apartment. “Now go on, I still want coffee.” He says as he gently nudges you back towards the kitchen, staying by your side the entire time.
Pairing -> Fernando Alonso x Rival!male reader
wordcount -> 1415
The checkered flag waves. Fuck. You finished second behind Fernando, your rival, which means you lose the title.
Your engineer speaks to you, telling you how well you did, how hard you tried, but you barely take any of it in. A thanks leaves your lips before saying some positive words about the team, all while your thoughts race.
Where did this go wrong? Will the chance of winning a championship ever occur again?
Before you know it you're parked in front of the P2 sign in the main straight.
Interlagos had never been one of your favorite tracks, today's result having been your best at the track… but only due to the lucky safety car.
Everything feels slow as you climb out of the car. Your number one mechanic, Kevin, is the first to greet you. He gives you a hug, pats your helmet and says a soft “it's okay”.
The noise of the track is drowned out by the defeat you feel, your eyes lock on him. The driver in red, who just won his third title. You can't help but envy him.
You walk past the team mechanics and engineers, giving them high-fives and receiving more pats on your back and helmet. It doesn't feel the same as it usually would.
Next thing you know you're in the cooldown room, not interacting with the other drivers and they don't seem to mind your silence.
It's only on the podium when you break, you've had tears in your eyes almost the entire time, though when the Spanish anthem starts they finally spill out of your eyes. You dip your head down, not wanting to appear weak in front of the other drivers, least of all the cameras which are pointed directly at the podium.Your shoulders shake as tears spill down your face, you wipe them away.
The anthems finish playing, which means that you'll finally get your trophy for finishing second. You lift your trophy, trying not to break down again. You don't participate in spraying champagne, only taking a sip of your own and trying not to get too much of the champagne spray from the other drivers on you. After taking your sip you grab your trophy, trying to make a run off the podium only to be stopped by one of the officials who tells you you still have to do the interview on the podium.
“Please just let me go.” You beg the official as you wipe your teary eyes again. The official shakes her head, you sigh. It's then that you feel his eyes on you, and in that moment you're sure he knows how you feel.
A sigh escapes your lips as you shuffle back, you put your champagne and trophy down on the podium before getting in it again to lose for the photographers with the other drivers.
The interview after the podium ceremony goes by quickly, you don't say a lot, even when asked, since you're still high in emotions. Through this all you feel his eyes on you, the world champion hardly looks away from you. He reaches out to you the moment the interview is over, however you've already bolted, wanting to get yourself ready for the interviews in the media pen.
–
You're in the media pen, your second interview. Your eyes are still red rimmed despite your best effort to calm yourself down. Just as you're about to answer a question from the interview you dip your head down, feeling the tears coming again as you're reminded of losing the championship.
“Ah.. sorry.” You murmur to the interviewer who gives you an apologetic smile. You take a slight step back as you take in a shudder breath, the interviewer letting you go, only to bump into someone.
“Woah there, amigo.” The voice of the guy you bumped into sounds, that familiar Spanish accent which you immediately recognise as Fernando's.
You turn to face Fernando, your eyes on the Ferrari driver. “Ah… congrats on the championship.”
“Thank you.” He replies with a soft tone to his voice.
The media pen is quieting down, most of the drivers just finishing their last interview while you’re only half way through yours. Just as you look away from the other driver, Fernando opens his mouth again, just to shut it, and you feel his hands on your shoulders. You can’t help but lean into the touch despite the public setting and the cameras all around.
Fernando moves closer to you, sensing you just need a hug from someone you're close to. He knows how hard you can be on yourself.
“What if this is it?” A soft murmur. “What if I never get the chance again?” You question again as you allow yourself to be weak in Fernando's arm, the press around you momentarily forgotten.
“Hey, you’ll be fine, you'll get another chance and you know better than to dwell on the what-ifs.” Fernando whispers against the side of your head. His lips brush past your ear, the warmth of Fernando's breath only makes this moment… intimate. It reminds you of the moments you've spent together in private.
You nod against Fernando's shoulder. You slip back into your professional racing driver persona as one of the other drivers walks past. “Uhm.. interviews.”
The air between you and him is awkward as you pull away. You take a step back and send him a reassuring smile, silently telling him you're fine for now.
–
When evening rolls around you find yourself back to your hotel room. You managed to go
through the rest of your media duties without issue, no more breakdowns or near breakdowns.
Earlier, Fernando had invited you to a post-season party, to celebrate, though you had kindly refused, not in a partying mood at all after the loss of the championship.
You’re in your bed, the soft sounds from outside the only noise present. You stare up at the ceiling as you lay on the bed, not under the covers. Just staring, thinking what you could’ve done differently.
A knock is heard on your door and you look at the time on your phone, 00:19 AM. Another knock is heard on the door, more insistent this time. You sigh as you get up from the bed. Who would even come here at this time? You ask yourself, though it’s obvious when you open the door,
“Shouldn’t you be partying?” You ask as you take in Fernando’s figure.
A smile spreads on Fernando’s face the moment he sees you. “It’s not fun without you.” He says in a soft murmur, stepping inside the room and closing the door behind him. You don’t get a chance to respond before his arms are around you.
A soft huff escapes you despite leaning into his touch. “Are you drunk?” You ask softly as you rest your chin on Fernando’s shoulder, not even smelling a bit of alcohol on him.
Fernando’s arms tighten around you. “I’m not drunk.” He whispers, his lips brushing against your ear. “Didn’t even have an alcoholic beverage."
A soft sound is heard as you shift in Fernando's arms. You shift your head, turning it so you can nuzzle against Fernando's neck. Your shoulders shudder a little as a quiet sob escapes you.
“Ssh..” Fernando whispers, his lips now just behind your ear. “You'll get another chance, okay? You're a good driver.” He adds before pressing a kiss to the side of your head.
A soft, comfortable silence falls between the two of you in the quiet hotel room. The outside sounds are still hearable, though now the main sound is your soft breathing. You pull Fernando to the bed, not saying a single word just yet.
You sit down on the bed with a sigh, your eyes on him. “I was just gonna cry myself to sleep.” You admit with a sad smile.
The sheets ruffle underneath you as you move to lay down in bed, like you had done before Fernando knocked on your door. You feel the bed dip next to you and before you can react you feel his arm slide around your waist, pulling you against his chest. “You’re not going to anymore?”
“No, you make this bearable.” You murmur softly as you turn, now able to hide your face in Fernando's chest. Before you can stop yourself you press a kiss against Fernando’s chest. “Stay.”
A soft chuckle sounds, a kiss is pressed against your forehead. “I’m staying.”
Wasteland, Baby! // Fernando Alonso // Chapter 14: Funeral
Wordcount: -> 1206
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: lowk I don't know about the chapter titles anymore so just chose a Phoebe Bridgers song as the title LMAO
The barn is dark, only a bit of sunlight streaming in from the cracks in the wood and the open door on the side of the building. The inside of the barn is messy, except for the area where you are. It’s a little damp, despite it not having rained in the past week. It reeks of wet, rotten wood combined with a distinct metallic scent which is most likely from the blood streaked on the floor.
It’s cold in the barn, at least that’s how you experience it, despite the warm temperatures outside. The damp air feels cold on your skin since you’re not wearing a shirt. You don’t even know what happened to it. The commotion outside shortly brings you back to consciousness and you try to breathe in through your nose, only to discover it’s blocked and most likely even broken, before you pass out again, just as the door opens wider.
You don’t fully process that Fernando had just rushed into the barn, finding you tied up to the barn wall with a rope around your wrists. “Oh no…” You hear softly before you feel a soft touch on your shirtless body, feeling close to one of your injuries.
The rope gets cut, freeing your wrists, making you fall forward a little, only to be caught by Fernando. “Hey, you in there?” He asks you softly, though your eyes just flutter closed again, your breath slowing dangerously. “No, no, no.. stay with me.” Fernando says with a worried tone, holding you in his arms while sinking to the floor.
You manage to move your arm, weakly grabbing Fernando’s arm, your eyes fluttering open again for a second, your breath hitching before you cough, fortunately not coughing up any blood.
“Don’t leave me, stay awake. Please, stay with me.” Fernando begs with a shaky voice as your eyes flutter closed again and your grip on his arm weakens.
You feel yourself getting lifted up, a groan escaping you due to the cut on your side getting squeezed together. Fernando walks out of the barn with your body in his arms, you head resting against Fernando’s shoulder.
–
The next time you wake up you’re in a house, a jacket draped over you to keep somewhat warm. You can barely do anything except opening your eyes and moving your head. “Fernando?” You call out softly, recognising Fernando’s figure, talking to two other men, from across the room despite your blurry eyesight.
Fernando turns around and crosses the room, falling down on his knees next to where you’re laying down, running his hand through your hair. “Hey..”
“You saved me?” You murmur hesitantly, trying to sit up though getting held down by Fernando, his hand on your chest. You feel the bandage on your side, moving your hand to pull away the jacket, revealing your beaten up torso.
“Yeah, of course I did.” Fernando says, like it’s obvious. A confused look settles on your face, though there is a hint of admiration for the man in your eyes.
“Why?”
Fernando runs a thumb over your jaw, your stubble feeling rough under it. “I couldn’t leave you,” He pauses, as if realising something “Because I need you.” He admits, your breath hitches and you move your hand to cup Fernando’s cheek. You feel him leaning into your touch, your eyes fluttering closed as you take in the moment, as you let yourself sing into that feeling of safety. Fernando leans in a little, pressing a soft kiss against your stubbled cheek.
“Is Lewis-” You whisper hoarsely before a fit of coughs hit you. You groan softly, closing your eyes again.
Fernando runs his hand through your hair, giving you a sensation to focus on which isn’t pain. “Lewis is okay, he told me what happened.” You hear Fernando whisper, a sense of relief shooting through you as you remember how Mark had lashed out at Lewis.
You open your eyes again, scanning around the small room, noticing it’s lived in. The windows aren’t broken, like a lot of the houses you’ve come across. The couch beneath you isn’t soft, yet it’s not hard either, just comfortable enough to lay on while in pain. You move your hand to tangle your fingers in Fernando’s hair when you notice him sitting down next to the couch. “Stay” You murmur softly, playing with Fernando’s hair even if it does hurt a little.
Fernando leans into your touch as you play with his hair. “I’m staying.”
Your eyes dart to a door, seemingly leading to a small kitchen, seeing Lewis and a curly haired man you don’t recognise. “Who’s the other one?” You murmur softly, your eyes darting back to Fernando, taking in the soft relaxed smile on the man’s face.
“The curly one?” Fernando asks back. “That’s Daniel. He was a Redbull racing junior driver when the apocalypse hit.” He tells you, giving you a little context to who the curly haired man is. You feel a comforting weight settle on your thigh, recognising it as Fernando’s hand.
You blink, starting to feel sleepy. “How’d you meet again then?” A yawn escapes you just as you finish asking your question.
“Well…” Fernando starts, telling the story how Daniel had helped Fernando out the day before and how he had helped to save you as you drift off into a peaceful sleep, which you desperately need to heal.
–
Flashback
- August 4th 2015 -
You just came back to consciousness, you don’t know what time it is, if it’s even the same day, you see Lewis, just him, in the barn with you. Previously it had been Mark and Lewis constantly, with Lewis mainly just watching. It had been like this since they took you.
“Why are you doing this? Why did you-” You ask, anger lacing your voice, hiding the fact that you’re dead worried about where Fernando could be right now.
“Look.” Lewis interrupts you. “Fernando and Mark have a past. He’s getting revenge, you should understand this.” The Brit explains, you just shake your head.
“It doesn’t make sense.” You whisper to yourself before looking up at Lewis, who’s moving closer to you. “Please. Don’t do this, Lewis.” You beg softly, remembering all the stories Nico had told you of him and Lewis. It pops up in your head, Nico’s relationship with Lewis. “He’s alive-” You say without hesitation, just as Lewis was about to throw a punch. “Nico. He’s alive. He lives with me.. And so do Jenson and Sebastian.”
Lewis visibly deflates. You realise he might have thought that his old friends, and whatever there was between him and Nico, were not around anymore. “I- can you take me to him?” Lewis asks, his voice sounding softer, less hostile.
“If you help me escape.” You say with a determined look in your eyes, knowing Lewis can’t pass up on this offer. You see him nod in agreement just as the door opens again and Mark walks in. You put a scowl on your face, making it look like Lewis had punched you, hoping Mark wouldn’t do anything this time. Though you now know that you’ll get out of here, even if it’s barely, and Lewis would help you.
Pairing -> Professor!Fernando Alonso x male reader
wordcount -> 1904
It’s October 31st, one of your favourite days of the year because it means that it is Halloween. This year’s Halloween also means that your friend, who has a massive house, throws a big party for all final-year students of the University.
You’re in your final class of the day, though you’re hardly paying attention to what your history professor is saying since you’re too busy planning an outfit for tonight’s party. Eventually you settle for a Spider-Man inspired outfit, having seen some nice inspiration photos on Pinterest.
“All right class,” the professor starts, which catches your attention. “That’s it for today. Enjoy your Halloween.”
When class ends, you’re one of the last to leave the classroom, wishing professor Alonso a happy Halloween.
–
After a long trip home, having to take both the bus and the train, which is never boring since you travel with your friend, you quickly get changed for the party. You decide to wear a blue long sleeve with a red T-shirt over it which has the Spider-man logo on it, you don’t change your jeans, since they’re the perfect shade to fit the casual Spider-man vibe and lastly you do put on different shoes, much preferring the red Converse over the white shoes you were wearing.
Before you leave for the party you grab some food, knowing there probably will be quite some alcohol at the party and you don’t want to go there without having a good meal. You opt for a quick, yet healthy sandwich which fills you up quite well.
–
You arrive at your friend’s house a little past 7 PM, you’re the first one there since the party doesn’t actually start until half past 7. No sooner than you arrived you started helping your friend, Maxime or Max for short, with setting up the drinks and snacks for the party, besides that you also set up the music since you prepared a playlist for the party.
“Ready for the party, Spider-man?” she asks you and grabs your shoulder and presses her thumb just below your collarbone which makes you squirm.
“Max!” You exclaim, swatting her hand away. “And yes, I am ready for the party.” You laugh as you straighten your outfit.
When on the couch you pull out your phone, checking the time. It’s only 10 minutes to the start of the party.
Together with Max you scroll through Instagram, laughing at the reels that come on your feed, until the doorbell rings as soon as it hits half past seven, signaling the first party-goers.
Soon the party is in full swing, the attending students dancing, drinking or just having a casual conversation with each other. Some of them make friends based on the outfits they’re wearing.
As the party wears on, nearing the time of 9 PM, the house starts to get more crowded since it's getting a little too chilly outside. Due to this the house gets warmer, louder, which overwhelms you so you decide to head for a walk. Before you leave you send Max a quick text to tell her that you'll be out for a bit.
You walk through the streets of the village you know so well, having lived here your entire life. You walk past the Halloween themed decorated houses, a barely there smile on your face as you feel yourself calming down after the overwhelming situation of the party. As you turn into the next street you hear a soft sound of music, like someone is playing the guitar on their porch. It's not loud enough to disturb the neighbours, but it's enough to lure you towards the sound.
What surprises you when you reach the house the music is coming from is that it's your professor playing the guitar. “Professor?” You call out softly as a shiver runs down your spine due to the cool breeze.
The professor messes up the piece he was playing, not having expected someone to call out for him. He looks up, seeing you standing just a few meters away. “Oh hey, what are you doing here?”
“I was just on a walk-” you start, pointing towards the direction you came from. “Escaping a party.” You pause again. “Besides, I live two streets down.”
He laughs in response to your words, his shoulders shaking. “Yeah, I know.” He puts his guitar to the side and makes sure it can’t fall over.
“What? How?” It’s safe to say that you’re quite confused, maybe even shocked, that the professor knows you live two streets down.
You feel a drop of rain on your nose as the professor answers. “I’ve seen you around.”
A laugh escapes you, making your shoulders shake a little. “Professor!” you exclaim while laughing. “And you didn’t say hi.” You say as you cross your arms, ignoring the soft raindrops, which are slowly getting worse, and the cold breeze against your skin.
Just as the professor gets up and grabs his guitar again it starts raining even harder, it looks like some sort of storm is inbound. “Come on, I’m not letting you stay outside in this weather.” He says as he motions towards the door.
You move quickly, following the other man inside the house. “Thank you, professor.” You say with a polite tone as you run a hand through your slightly damp hair.
“Just Fernando, please.” The professor says in response to your thanks. “You’re in my house after all.”
You shuffle through Fernando’s house, following a sweet, pumpkin-ish smell towards the kitchen. “Alright… Fernando.” A hint of hesitation laces your tone. The pumpkin scent only gets stronger when you enter the kitchen and what you see next kind of surprises you. “You bake?”
“I do, yes. Pumpkin-spiced muffins.” Fernando says in response, amusement lacing his tone at your slight surprise. “Want one? And a drink?”
–
As it gets later the weather gets even stormier, it's raining tapping harder on the windows and the wind is more powerful. An occasional lightning bolt is heard along with the sound of leaves brushing the window.
You've moved to the couch, a movie plays on TV, which doesn't help with the spooky weather outside, while you sit with a blanket draped over your shoulder. Fernando's been so nice to lend you one easier when you were discussing similar interests.
At one point the sound of thunder is heard from outside just as a jumpscare plays in the movie, the combination making you actually jump for once. “Gosh- Jesus.” You sigh and tighten the blanket around yourself, not even having noticed you shifted closer to Fernando. You shoot a glance at the clock on the wall, noting that it's almost 11 PM.
Fernando pauses the movie, you give him a confused look. “I thought I heard something.” And just as he finishes his sentence a soft knocking sound is heard on the window, but it's singular so it could've been a branch hitting it. And well, that's what you tell yourself until you hear it again.
“But why- it's Halloween. Why must it be scary?” You complain audibly which earns a chuckle from Fernando, who gets up to inspect the knocking sound of the window. Another knock is heard just as Fernando approaches the window, you see him pause which sets something off in you to get up too. “Fernando? What is it?”
The rain taps harder against the window, it doesn’t stop Fernando from opening the window. “A kitten.” He whispers as he picks up the frightened animal, he’s gentle as not to startle the kitten.
“Aw poor baby.” You whisper as you see the drenched kitten in Fernando’s hands. The kitten gets handed to you and you feel it shiver in your hands.
Fernando closes the window. “I’ll grab a towel.” He says as he walks off. You move back to the couch, not bothered with the fact that you’re getting a little wet because of the drenched cat. Not even a minute later Fernando walks into the living room and sits down on the couch, your shoulders touching. He lifts the kitten up from your lap and winds it in the towel to dry it off.
“You’re all wet.” he comments when he sees the wet patch on your shirt and trousers.
A soft laugh escapes your lips. “Well I had to hold the cat.” You shoot back, causing him to laugh.
A soft meow from the kitten is heard, you reach your hand out to pet the now slightly drier kitten’s head and you scratch the animal under its jaw. You’re so focussed on the kitten that you don’t even notice the sound of the movie that's still playing on the TV- or the fact that Fernando’s eyes are trained on you, taking in your every movement. He’s mesmerized by you. The dim light in the room, and the occasional flicker from the TV, hits your face just right, illuminating your features.
Soon the movie ends, which snaps your attention to the time again. The rain is still clattering against the windows, the wind is still howling and it’s still thundering.
“I should probably-”
“No, stay.” Fernando interrupts you before you can even finish saying that you should go home. He clears his throat, gaze still locked on you. “It’s still storming. I’ll set up the guest room.” The words flow out and it’s clear that the professor isn’t taking ‘no’ for an answer. You nod and take the kitten from Fernando, allowing him to get up and actually get the guest room ready for the night.
In the time Fernando was setting up the guestroom you shifted to lay down on the sofa with the kitten on your chest. You gently stroke its fur and earn a few loud purrs, the kitten is clearly comfortable with you.
When Fernando gets back to the living room he pauses in the doorway, his eyes on your relaxed form on the couch. He has to remind himself that you’re his student before he gets any other ideas. With a shake of his head Fernando moves to the couch ending up standing beside you and reaching his hand down to pet the kitten. “It’s all set up.” He murmurs softly, it almost sounds intimate, domestic.
Your eyes are on Fernando now, taking in the way the light hits his eyes and how it illuminates his face, making him look softer than the usual professor image. “Okay, thank you.” You swallow and your eyes dart away from Fernando as you sit up, making sure not to wake the cat. With a gentle movement you put the cat down before you get up from the couch. “Lead the way.”
Fernando motions for you to follow along. You move up a flight of stairs, and stand in the hallway, doors on either side of you. “This is mine, if you need me.” Fernando says as he touches the door left to him. He then moves to the door on the other side, opening it for you and turning on the light. “Make yourself comfortable.”
“Thanks” You say softly as you wander into the guest room, taking in the cozy decorations. “Uhm, goodnight then, Fernando.” You say as you sit down on the bed to take your shoes off.
“Goodnight.” The professor responds, “You know where to find me.” He says before closing the door behind him, leaving you by yourself in the room.
Wasteland, Baby! // Fernando Alonso // Chapter 13: Drag Path
Wordcount: -> 1345
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.
- Fernando POV -
“Y/N!” I call out and turn to you when I hear you yelp, only to realise I was too late, that you were already knocked out. I try to get to you, to get you away from my old rival only to be stopped by Mark. I try fighting back but the taller Australian overpowers me, knocking me to the ground. I can only watch and Lewis and Mark leave with your unconscious body, my chest feeling tight at the sight. “No…” I whisper before passing out.
–
I don’t know how long it has been since I passed out, but it is definitely starting to get dark outside when I wake up again to the sound of someone saying my name. He sounds Australian. How could he possibly know my name?
“Fernando, come one man. Wake up, mate.” The Australian says as I move to push myself up with a groan. I take in the man’s appearance, he has a prominent nose, curly hair and he looks around the same age as you. “Daniel.” He says, introducing himself.
“The redbull kid?” I ask him, something clicking in my head as I remember that he was announced as a driver for the 2011 season. “You never got your chance.”
Daniel helps me up, I dust myself off as I look around, looking for a sign of you. “They went that way.” I hear Daniel say as he points down the road. “I was watching from the house, I saw everything man.” I nod at Daniel's words, setting off into the direction he pointed in. After not ever five meters of walking I feel the other man’s hand on my arm, stopping me from going any further. “We shouldn’t head there now, not at night.”
“But I need to save him.” I protest, not able to stop looking in the direction you got taken in. Why do I even care so much? You’re just my friend, but I can’t help worrying. Daniel pulls me towards the old cottage like house, telling me we’d be safe for the night.
–
- August 5th -
It’s early morning when I wake up, barely having slept at all during the night since I wouldn’t stop worrying if you’re okay or not. I get up, waking Daniel. “We should head out.” I say without leaving room for him to protest.
Daniel groggily sits up, wiping sleep out of his eyes. I tap my foot while waiting for him. Instead of moving he looks at me. "Fernando, I know you want to get to your friend, but you are a liability if you aren't okay yourself."
"Im fine." I say, probably too fast, too worried.
"Fernando." He says sternly, not believing that I’m fine.
"I'm fine!” I snap even though I know he’s right. I know I'm not in the right mind. I know that I could cause more harm than good. But the thought of you alone, God knows where, possibly hurt because of my bad decisions. I couldn't sit idly by waiting for something that may never come. I couldn't help the sickening feeling in my stomach that if I didn't get to you, something bad would happen. “Let's go." I tell Daniel again, walking out the house, not able to wait a millisecond longer to get to you.
I wait for him, trying to calm myself. Seeing Mark has stirred up emotions that had led to bad decisions, and you were the collateral damage. If only I hadn’t gotten distracted, maybe you would’ve been with me now, and not God knows where. When Daniel finally walks out the house a few minutes later, we set out, in quietness.
Daniel leads the way, since he told stories about how he once followed Lewis and Mark to their base. I keep scanning around the area, just hoping to catch a sign, anything, of you. The feeling in my stomach only gets worse the longer we walk, I need to be sure you’re okay. “Fernando, we’re still half an hour away.” Daniel says when he notices me looking around. “Why are you so worried? Is he like your boyfriend or something?”
“What?” I ask with a slight hitch of my breath. “No. No, he’s not my boyfriend.” I murmur to Daniel and shake my head, my mind racing with thoughts I shouldn't be having about you. You.. my boyfriend.. If only you were my boyfriend. “Just a really good friend.”
Daniel rolls his eyes at my response and stifles a sigh. “Oh my god, you are a disaster.”
I turn my head to Daniel, seeing him roll his eyes. “Excuse me? I am not a disaster.” I scoff with a shake of my head. “Anything but a disaster.” I add, continuing walking with a swift pace.
“Ah, my bad.” Daniel says with a hearty laugh. “An oblivious disaster!” He exclaims happily and I know immediately what he means. I glare at him, not wanting to get into detail about what I might feel for you, especially since you’re really just a friend, so I keep telling myself. “Okay, shutting up.” Daniel abruptly says when he sees my glare.
–
“There.” Daniel says after another 20 minutes of walking. I fidget with the holster where my gun is sheathed, the gun you gave me. I look at the farm buildings just up ahead and somehow I know you’re there, hopefully alive and well.
The closer we get, the more I see how overgrown the buildings are. I can’t help but feel worried. What if you’re not okay? What if you’re not even there? “Are you sure that’s the right place?” I ask Daniel, who just nods and sets a quicker pace towards the place. I take a deep breath, steeling my nerves before following Daniel onto the farm grounds.
It’s not long before we split up, searching through the smaller buildings first to find a sign of you.
“Nothing?” I whisper to Daniel when we meet up again.
Daniel shakes his head. “Nothing.”
“Shit.” I sigh, thoughts about you being hurt.. or worse swirling through my mind. If only I hadn’t gotten distracted when I saw Mark.
Daniel and I move towards the farm house, the vines on the walls don’t promise anything good. We move through the building, it’s definitely lived in. I peek into a room, seeing all the weapons there, ranging from small knives to snipers.
“Fernando..” I hear Daniel call out, sounding a little horrified. I move over to hing, feeling a pang of worry shoot through my chest as I look out of the back window and see the trail of dried up blood just outside the barn leading inside, the sound of yelling sounds, though I can’t hear what is said, and Mark shoving Lewis out of the side door.
“Fuck- He’s in there.” I conclude, knowing you’ll be in that barn. I see Mark’s back turned towards where Daniel and I are standing inside the house, the door is open and I know we can stealthily approach the men who are still fighting with each other. I send Daniel a look and rush out before he can stop me.
I leap at Mark, not even caring about the fact Lewis is there too and this easily could become a 2v1 if Daniel doesn’t help. What I don’t notice is Daniel and Lewis conversing as I fight Mark, trying to at least knock him out. I fail, of course I do, I’m thrown to the ground with a pained groan.
“Fernando!” Daniel calls out, pointing to the barn to the open door. “Go!” He yells and I see both him and Lewis motioning for me to go to the barn. I get up, confused at the fact Lewis is helping us, dazed because I was just thrown to the floor. My mind is on you as I sprint over to the barn, seeing the dried up blood as I walk over it and enter the barn, my eyes searching the place and immediately lock on you.
Wasteland, Baby! // Fernando Alonso // Chapter 13: Drag Path
Wordcount: -> 1345
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.
- Fernando POV -
“Y/N!” I call out and turn to you when I hear you yelp, only to realise I was too late, that you were already knocked out. I try to get to you, to get you away from my old rival only to be stopped by Mark. I try fighting back but the taller Australian overpowers me, knocking me to the ground. I can only watch and Lewis and Mark leave with your unconscious body, my chest feeling tight at the sight. “No…” I whisper before passing out.
–
I don’t know how long it has been since I passed out, but it is definitely starting to get dark outside when I wake up again to the sound of someone saying my name. He sounds Australian. How could he possibly know my name?
“Fernando, come one man. Wake up, mate.” The Australian says as I move to push myself up with a groan. I take in the man’s appearance, he has a prominent nose, curly hair and he looks around the same age as you. “Daniel.” He says, introducing himself.
“The redbull kid?” I ask him, something clicking in my head as I remember that he was announced as a driver for the 2011 season. “You never got your chance.”
Daniel helps me up, I dust myself off as I look around, looking for a sign of you. “They went that way.” I hear Daniel say as he points down the road. “I was watching from the house, I saw everything man.” I nod at Daniel's words, setting off into the direction he pointed in. After not ever five meters of walking I feel the other man’s hand on my arm, stopping me from going any further. “We shouldn’t head there now, not at night.”
“But I need to save him.” I protest, not able to stop looking in the direction you got taken in. Why do I even care so much? You’re just my friend, but I can’t help worrying. Daniel pulls me towards the old cottage like house, telling me we’d be safe for the night.
–
- August 5th -
It’s early morning when I wake up, barely having slept at all during the night since I wouldn’t stop worrying if you’re okay or not. I get up, waking Daniel. “We should head out.” I say without leaving room for him to protest.
Daniel groggily sits up, wiping sleep out of his eyes. I tap my foot while waiting for him. Instead of moving he looks at me. "Fernando, I know you want to get to your friend, but you are a liability if you aren't okay yourself."
"Im fine." I say, probably too fast, too worried.
"Fernando." He says sternly, not believing that I’m fine.
"I'm fine!” I snap even though I know he’s right. I know I'm not in the right mind. I know that I could cause more harm than good. But the thought of you alone, God knows where, possibly hurt because of my bad decisions. I couldn't sit idly by waiting for something that may never come. I couldn't help the sickening feeling in my stomach that if I didn't get to you, something bad would happen. “Let's go." I tell Daniel again, walking out the house, not able to wait a millisecond longer to get to you.
I wait for him, trying to calm myself. Seeing Mark has stirred up emotions that had led to bad decisions, and you were the collateral damage. If only I hadn’t gotten distracted, maybe you would’ve been with me now, and not God knows where. When Daniel finally walks out the house a few minutes later, we set out, in quietness.
Daniel leads the way, since he told stories about how he once followed Lewis and Mark to their base. I keep scanning around the area, just hoping to catch a sign, anything, of you. The feeling in my stomach only gets worse the longer we walk, I need to be sure you’re okay. “Fernando, we’re still half an hour away.” Daniel says when he notices me looking around. “Why are you so worried? Is he like your boyfriend or something?”
“What?” I ask with a slight hitch of my breath. “No. No, he’s not my boyfriend.” I murmur to Daniel and shake my head, my mind racing with thoughts I shouldn't be having about you. You.. my boyfriend.. If only you were my boyfriend. “Just a really good friend.”
Daniel rolls his eyes at my response and stifles a sigh. “Oh my god, you are a disaster.”
I turn my head to Daniel, seeing him roll his eyes. “Excuse me? I am not a disaster.” I scoff with a shake of my head. “Anything but a disaster.” I add, continuing walking with a swift pace.
“Ah, my bad.” Daniel says with a hearty laugh. “An oblivious disaster!” He exclaims happily and I know immediately what he means. I glare at him, not wanting to get into detail about what I might feel for you, especially since you’re really just a friend, so I keep telling myself. “Okay, shutting up.” Daniel abruptly says when he sees my glare.
–
“There.” Daniel says after another 20 minutes of walking. I fidget with the holster where my gun is sheathed, the gun you gave me. I look at the farm buildings just up ahead and somehow I know you’re there, hopefully alive and well.
The closer we get, the more I see how overgrown the buildings are. I can’t help but feel worried. What if you’re not okay? What if you’re not even there? “Are you sure that’s the right place?” I ask Daniel, who just nods and sets a quicker pace towards the place. I take a deep breath, steeling my nerves before following Daniel onto the farm grounds.
It’s not long before we split up, searching through the smaller buildings first to find a sign of you.
“Nothing?” I whisper to Daniel when we meet up again.
Daniel shakes his head. “Nothing.”
“Shit.” I sigh, thoughts about you being hurt.. or worse swirling through my mind. If only I hadn’t gotten distracted when I saw Mark.
Daniel and I move towards the farm house, the vines on the walls don’t promise anything good. We move through the building, it’s definitely lived in. I peek into a room, seeing all the weapons there, ranging from small knives to snipers.
“Fernando..” I hear Daniel call out, sounding a little horrified. I move over to hing, feeling a pang of worry shoot through my chest as I look out of the back window and see the trail of dried up blood just outside the barn leading inside, the sound of yelling sounds, though I can’t hear what is said, and Mark shoving Lewis out of the side door.
“Fuck- He’s in there.” I conclude, knowing you’ll be in that barn. I see Mark’s back turned towards where Daniel and I are standing inside the house, the door is open and I know we can stealthily approach the men who are still fighting with each other. I send Daniel a look and rush out before he can stop me.
I leap at Mark, not even caring about the fact Lewis is there too and this easily could become a 2v1 if Daniel doesn’t help. What I don’t notice is Daniel and Lewis conversing as I fight Mark, trying to at least knock him out. I fail, of course I do, I’m thrown to the ground with a pained groan.
“Fernando!” Daniel calls out, pointing to the barn to the open door. “Go!” He yells and I see both him and Lewis motioning for me to go to the barn. I get up, confused at the fact Lewis is helping us, dazed because I was just thrown to the floor. My mind is on you as I sprint over to the barn, seeing the dried up blood as I walk over it and enter the barn, my eyes searching the place and immediately lock on you.
Wasteland, Baby! // Fernando Alonso // Chapter 12: The view between villages
Wordcount: -> 1175
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 4th 2015 -
It’s a quiet day in the hilly Scottish scenery between the mountains. There’s no loud rustling since there aren’t many trees and the roads are completely clear, so are the skies. The sun is shining as usual this summer, though temperatures have risen slightly since the day you set out.
As you move along the road, towards your final destination near the Scottish coast, a bunny crosses it. “Fernando.” He looks at where you’re pointing, drawing his gun. “What? No-” But before you can finish your sentence Fernando’s already shot.
He walks over to the, now dead, animal and crouches down. “What? We need dinner.” He murmurs, that Spanish accent rolling off his tongue. Your hands are on your hips as you look down at him with a slight scowl, though you’re actually feeling quite thankful for the fact you didn’t have to do it yourself.
“You’re preparing dinner then.” You cross your arms “Or lunch, whatever suits you.” you suggest as you nudge Fernando's leg with your foot. Fernando picks up the bunny with practised ease, which you figure is from the years he survived on his own.
“Lunch.. Anything to make a fire with?”
“Uhh, No.” You reply as you look around the area, not seeing anything nearby that could be used for a fire. That is until you stop a few trees in the distance. “There, maybe.” You point at the trees. Fernando looks at the trees and nods, motioning for you to follow him.
It takes a small 10 minutes to get to the trees. Once you’ve arrived you start gathering materials for a fire to roast the bunny over, though you get distracted when you see how focused Fernando is as he prepares the food. You shake your head and continue with the fire, not wanting to let Fernando catch you staring. What you don’t notice, though, is that Fernando keeps throwing lingering glances at you, taking in the way your body moves as you gather wood for the fire, watching as the wind ruffles your short hair and admiring the way the sun catches in your growing stubble, making you look older than you are.
The fire crackles after a few minutes of trying to get it on. You celebrate a little and turn your head to Fernando, catching him looking at you. “What?” You ask as you look at him, he just shrugs.
“Meat is ready.” Fernando states as he moves over to the crackling fire to roast the meat above it, which shouldn’t take too long. You rummage through your pack, trying to find the plate you had packed the day before you left.
The minute you find the plate Fernando announces that the meat should be ready to eat so you grab the knife you had packed, slicing the meat and finding out it’s actually perfectly cooked.
–
After lunch, half an hour later, the two of you set out again, moving through the valley at a slower pace than you had before, taking in the view between villages even if it all looks the same. It’s almost peaceful, the landscape, the weather and the comfortable silence which had settled between you and Fernando after you ran into the infected. A feeling of nostalgia settles in your chest, you remember taking walks along quiet roads before the apocalypse happened. It feels the same as it did back then, as if the apocalypse never happened in the first place, which is almost scary to you.
You’re coming up on less hilly terrain, making it easier for you to walk, another small village appearing just ahead of you. “Maybe we should go around it.” You say to Fernando, not looking away from the village, that nostalgic feeling now replaced by some sort of fear, something eerie.
Fernando puts his hand on your shoulder without saying a word, steering you away from the village so you go around it, passing through the open fields surrounding the village. He stays close to you, noticing you’re still not feeling at ease as you pass around the place. You have an unexplainable feeling of being watched, like something- or someone might be following.
Soon you pass a road, you pause and look down the road, well a gravel path, seeing a single house along it just in the distance with a roundabout not too far from the house. Fernando and you share a look of understanding, both finding it a good idea to travel down the path towards the roundabout since you’re far enough from the village.
–
The walk is shorter than you’d thought, arriving at the seemingly empty house not even 10 minutes later. You notice how Fernando halts as you approach the roundabout, seeing a figure sticking out from just over the small hill in the road. Fernando pulls his gun, thinking it’s probably an infected.
You stay a little behind, still at the T-junction just before the roundabout, as you watch Fernando approach the roundabout. You see the figure turn, a perfectly fine human without a sign of injury on infection.
“Fernando?” You hear the stranger say, that Australian accent sounding a little too familiar to you from all the times you had watched Formula 1 with your dad.
You see how Fernando halts, you see how his breath hitches and how he moves to put his gun back. “Mark?” You hear Fernando say, realising it’s the man Fernando used to travel with, the man who should’ve died. “What- How-” Fernando tries to start a sentence, however he can’t seem to find the right words and just starts moving closer to Mark.
Mark tilts his head, looking absolutely furious. “You left me to die!” Mark yells at Fernando, who looks shocked to see his old friend still alive. “You ran off! Left me there like I meant nothing to you!”
Fernando steps even closer, slightly raising his arms at Mark. “Calm down, Mark. Please.” You hear Fernando say with a gentleness, but not the same kind he uses with you. “You fell into a horde of infected from quite a height,” The Spaniard starts, defending himself. “I thought you were dead.”
You see how Mark huffs, taking an aggressive step towards Fernando which sets something off in you. “You’re a fucking asshole, Fernando! A traitor!” Mark yells at Fernando who is now frozen in place. “You could’ve at least tried!” The Australian continues to yell, only getting closer to Fernando.
You take another step towards the two men, though before you can even reach them you yelp loudly, feeling a fist colliding with your face, cleanly knocking you out.
“Y/N!” Fernando calls out as he turns around to help you, seeing no-one else but his old rival, Lewis Hamilton, with your knocked out body in his arms. Before Fernando can respond to the situation he feels Mark on him, trying to knock him out. Fernando fights back, though to no success, eventually hitting the pavement, only able to watch Lewis and Mark run off with you.
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Wasteland, Baby! // Fernando Alonso // Chapter 10: Memories
Wordcount: -> 1010
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 1st 2015 -
It has been three days since Fernando’s birthday, three days since you got attacked by the infected. Three days of being clingier than ever just to reassure yourself that Fernando’s still with you, even if you don’t know why you’re feeling so clingy. You haven’t been really talkative for the past few days, still feeling the effects of almost losing your friend.
After having travelled the entire day already Fernando makes a move to stop in an open field. He sits down in the field, just to enjoy the feeling of the sun on his skin. You move carefully, sitting down beside him, closer than necessary. “I’m still not over the fact that I almost lost you.” You murmur after a couple minutes of silence, looking down at your lap as you sit next to Fernando.
“I get it.” Fernando replies softly and you feel a hand rubbing your back, you notice Fernando’s eyes on you. You want to respond, however you stay silent to let Fernando speak. “It’s scary to almost lose a friend like that,” He starts with a gentle tone “but it’s even scarier to actually lose a friend like that.” You look at him as he says that, a shocked look in your eyes.
You blink a few times, wrapping your mind around the fact that Fernando is speaking from experience, easily reading the emotions on Fernando’s face, seeing the distress, the sadness, the guilt. “Mark?” You ask, recalling the conversation you’d overheard between Fernando and Sebastian.
A tense silence settles over you, a bird chirps, the wind ruffles and you watch how it messes with Fernando’s hair. Fernando sighs softly and turns to look at you. “Yeah, Mark.” Fernando confirms with a whisper. You notice how Fernando chokes up a little, sensing this is a heavy topic.
You reach your hand out, wanting to comfort Fernando. “You don’t have to-” You start, though you get interrupted before you can even finish your sentence. “No, no I want to tell you.” Fernando interrupts you.
“It happened four years back, in spring.” Fernando starts, taking a deep breath. He looks away from you, but you keep his eyes on him. “We were… trying to escape this horde of infected near Silverstone.” He starts, sketching the situation for you. “We actually almost managed to escape together, we got so close.” He mumbles slightly, you lean in closer, wanting to be able to hear Fernando clearly, your hand reassuringly resting on his thigh and you trace soft patterns with your thumb.
“You got close.” You whisper softly, urging Fernando to continue telling the story, letting him know that you’re listening.
Fernando nods in response to you. “Yes.” He confirms, wallowing before continuing. “We managed to get up this building, managed to get to the roof. Two infected had followed and we’d already killed one.” Fernando explains with a hint of grief on his face. “Mark. Well, he was near the edge of the building. I hadn’t realised that he was about to fall. He got pushed off the roof by the infected he killed.” Fernando says with a sigh, moving to grab your hand which is still resting on his thigh. “He uhm, he fell into a horde of infected.”
“Oh.. oh, Fernando.” You whisper reassuringly, pulling Fernando into a hug, not expecting Fernando to actually start sobbing against your shoulder.
You feel Fernando gripping tightly onto you, you feel his tears staining your clothes. “I just stood there.. On top of that building.” He sobs, his voice cracking. “I watched. All I did was watch.” Fernando mumbles between sobs. You hold on to him, not having expected to have this man breaking down in your arms.
“Ssh, it’s not your fault.” You whisper softly, a gentle tone to your voice, running your fingers through Fernando’s hair. “You couldn’t have done anything else.” You notice Fernando’s sobs starting to quiet down as you soothe him.
Fernando grips your jacket tightly, needing this moment of comfort. “No, I couldn’t.. I had to run to get myself to safety.” You hear him whisper as he nuzzles against you. You softly run your hand up and down Fernando’s back, feeling the intense need to soothe him, to keep him safe, to make him feel seen and heard.
The wind blows softly as you hold Fernando in your arms, a comfortable silence now settling over you. You nuzzle against the top of Fernando’s head, unconsciously breathing in his scent, comforting yourself in the process.
–
Just before night falls you manage to find a spot to set up camp. You gather sticks and other pieces of wood for a campfire, letting Fernando settle down after the heavy conversation you had earlier in the day. The area is completely silent, the wind died down and the birds stopped chirping as it got later in the day. The setting sun makes it darker between the trees than you’d like so you hurry back to the camp you and Fernando had set up earlier. You find Fernando resting against a tree, seemingly taking a nap.
A few moments later the camp fire crackles to life, lighting the your tiny camp up in a soft orange glow. You use the campfire to heat up some of the canned food you’d found just a day ago, needing something for dinner. You hear soft rustling, you look up and see Fernando stirring awake, probably because of the slight smell of food getting heated up.
Once the canned food has warmed you move to sit next to Fernando, handing him one of the spoons so you can both eat the food. The two of you eat in silence, Fernando eventually leaning against you which surprises you a little, even after the events of today.
You put the empty can aside and put the spoons back in your pack before settling next to Fernando again, moving around a little before pulling Fernando into your arms, neither of you saying a word as you sooth Fernando to sleep.
Wasteland, Baby! // Fernando Alonso // Chapter 10: Sparks
Wordcount: -> 1016
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.
You push Fernando down on the couch, putting both of your bags next to the piece of furniture. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You mutter to yourself, ignoring Fernando’s words. You don’t even give Fernando a chance to protest, just pulling at his clothes.
“I’m okay! Why won’t you listen!?” Fernando almost yells, not understanding your worried behaviour. You just shake your head, desperately needing to check over the other man, even if that meant getting him, at least his upper body, out of his clothes.
You search and search, but you're not able to find any sign of a bite mark. “You’re-” You cut yourself off, not even knowing if Fernando got bit on his legs. In your worried, panicked haze you want to take Fernando’s jeans off.
Fernando grabs your wrists, stopping you in your movement. “Woah, hey. Calm down there.” He says sternly, his voice a bit louder as he tries to get through to you. A long, exasperated sigh leaves your lips, almost like you were holding your breath, as you look into Fernando’s eyes, seeing his eyes on you.
“I’m okay.” He whispers gently, sifting a hand through your hair as he stands up to stand at the same height as you. Your eyes trail over Fernando’s bare torso again, seeing how he’s actually fine. No bite marks anywhere.
“Fuck..” You whisper, feeling your emotions crashing down on you, your knees going weak. “Oh, I’m so- Fernando.” You murmur, not able to make sense of your thoughts, your feelings as you collapse in his arms, just sobbing against his bare shoulder.
Fernando shushes you softly, holding you in his arms, continuously running his hand through your hair. “Hey, Y/N, listen.” He starts softly as you sob against him, clinging on tightly to the person you’ve grown so fond of in the past few weeks. “I’m not going to leave just yet. I’m only 34, my time won’t come for a while.”
A confused feeling settles inside you, you thought he was 33, not 34. “I missed your birthday?” You ask softly as you pull back, only to notice how close your face is to his, how your breath mingles with Fernando’s.
Fernando laughs softly, pulling you back into the hug. “It’s today, actually.” he murmurs against your ear. You feel something flutter in your stomach, all these stupid feelings in this dangerous world. You wish you could just turn them off.
You notice how Fernando leans in, even if it’s just an unconscious gesture. “Happy birthday..” You whisper as you lean in as well, not even fully realising what you’re doing since your brain has been turned to absolute mush because of emotions after that encounter with the infected.
Fernando rests his forehead against yours. “Thank you.” he whispers as your eyes flutter closed to stop yourself looking at the other man’s lips, finally feeling the anxiety leaving your body. Finally comprehending that Fernando isn’t going anywhere.
“Will we be safe if we stay here just for a night?” You question softly, tilting your head a little which causes your nose to brush against Fernando’s, your breath hitches ever so slightly. A hand runs over your back, just a soothing gesture.
Fernando hums softly, before whispering. “We will. Those infected are dead.” You sigh softly before you move your head to nuzzle against Fernando’s neck, unconsciously breathing in Fernando’s scent. You nod before pulling away, grabbing Fernando’s shirt and handing it to him. “Thanks.” He murmurs as you move to sit down on the couch, slumping back and letting your legs spread comfortably, just watching as Fernando gets dressed again.
It doesn’t take long before you zone out, the events from earlier replaying in your head. You don’t realise you’re basically staring at Fernando as your mind spirals over how it all could’ve played out differently. What if Fernando got bitten? What if you got bitten? You can barely comprehend that you managed to get out of it alive. Fernando moves closer to you, though you don’t notice it since you’re too lost in your thoughts.
Fernando stands between your legs, placing his hands on your shoulders. “Do I need to worry about you?” He asks softly when he notices the distant look on your face. You shrug in response, moving to lean forward and bury your face against Fernando's stomach.
“My brain is just fried.” You admit softly, feeling Fernando’s hand moving through your hair. “I thought I was going to lose you, Fernando.”
Fernando sighs softly, pulling away a little. “But you didn’t. You’re not getting rid of me anytime soon, okay?” He pulls you up from the old couch, guiding you to one of the bedrooms. The bedroom is quite cozy for something that hasn’t been used in yours. The bed is big, soft when you lay down on it. “Just get some sleep, it’ll help.” Fernando promises as he tucks you in under the covers.
“Fernando?” You call out before Fernando can leave to go to another room. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep.” You explain with a soft murmur, not wanting to actually ask him to stay, to cuddle. Not wanting to appear too needy in front of your friend. You watch as Fernando moves back to the bed, silently slipping under the covers with you, pulling you into his arms.
You feel Fernando’s warmth against you and you instinctively nuzzle closer, needing that comfort. “I’ll stay with you.” Fernando whispers reassuringly as he runs his hand up and down your back to soothe you to sleep. You close your eyes, nuzzling against Fernando’s chest. His voice sounds softly through the room as he starts telling you an old racing story from when he was a kid, telling you about his journey from karting to the junior series. Fernando’s voice rings through your mind as you slowly drift off, finally able to really relax, your mind finally comprehending that Fernando is still here, that he didn’t get bitten. It doesn’t take long for you to actually fall asleep like this, feeling safe in Fernando’s arms.
Wasteland, Baby! // Fernando Alonso // Chapter 8: Manchester pt. 2
Wordcount: -> 1505
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.
I wake up to you stirring against me. I watch you closely as the soft sunlight hits your face, making you look absolutely gorgeous. I brush some of your hair off of your forehead, tracing my fingers softly over your jaw to feel the stubble growing there, all while trying not to wake you up just yet.
Your hair looks soft, a bit messy. I run my hand through it before softly massaging your scalp, just wishing I could hold you like this more often. Wishing you’d use me as a pillow more often.
I think back to the times you wrapped my hand, remembering that gentle focus in your eyes. I still think about that moment, the first time we were on the wall and you helped me hold my rifle, you pressed up against me. I remember how I hugged you yesterday, after that fight you had gotten into with those two hostile people, how scared I was for you to get hurt badly, how relieved I felt when I found out it was just a little cut on your cheekbone and unfortunately a bruised rib.
You slowly stir awake, I keep gently massaging your scalp. I smile down at you looking down into your eyes when you tilt your head up. The initial eye contact is intense, yet gentle in its own way.
The room is quiet around us, only the sound of our soft breathing filling the room. It's peaceful, relaxing. You watch away, nuzzling closer against me in your sleepy state. I tighten my grasp on you, though keeping the embrace gentle.
“Goodmorning.” I whisper softly, as you look away and shift a bit, my eyes flicking down to your lips, oh how I want to kiss them- no, stop, you're my friend.
–
I trail slightly behind you as we move through the deserted city. I'm extra alert after what happened yesterday, not wanting to get split up like that again. Not wanting to leave you to fend for yourself, not wanting you to get into a fight on your own again.
A quiet sound ruffles from an alley, thinking it’s probably just the wind I bump into you. “Why are we stopping?” I ask softly, still standing against you as you peak into the street.
“I can’t see, probably a stray infected.” you whisper softly and I immediately pull my hand gun. “Easy, I’m not sure.” I feel you touching my hand, as if you want me to put the gun away.
I move to look into the alley, seeing the creature move past a dumpster. It looks infected, quite clearly as well. I raise my gun again, shooting the infected with a clean shot, the silencer dampening the shot. You start walking again, moving forwards. “Y/N, wait up.” I grumble as you move a bit too swiftly.
“We need to get out of here before nightfall, Fernando.” You say with a slightly worried tone, knowing that if there’s one infected, there are more. That’s how it works. A soft sigh escapes my lips and I nod my head before following you again.
After a few minutes I grab your wrist, pulling you to a standstill. “Y/N, please listen to me.” I murmur with a softness I didn’t know I possessed. I raise my hands, framing your face with them to make you look at me. “You’re tense, alert, worried. I get it. But you defeated two people yesterday who are much more capable than any infected,” thumbs tracing your cheeks as I speak, looking into your eyes with a determined look. “I promised to stay by your side, remember? Promised to kill everything in our path.” You nod in my hands, almost like you're leaning into them for reassurance. “We’re in this together.” I whisper softly, pulling you into a tight, comforting hug.
You relax a little, reassured by my words. “Yeah, okay. Yeah.” I hear you whisper, your tone already sounding calmer as we hug in the middle of a street of this deserted city.
–
It’s nearing the end of the evening when we finally make it out of the city, moving through a forest nearby. I’m walking besides you, glancing at you from time to time to make sure you’re still okay.
“Hey, look.” I hear you say, watching you point at something. I look at you with a confused expression, not really sure what I’m supposed to see. “A lake, Fernando. It’s a lake.” You say with a sigh, heading towards the lake.
I look around, noting that the area is quite remote, not even a hint of a road or building in sight. “We can camp here for the night.” I say as we walk closer to the lake. I set my pack down and move closer to the water, just feeling the temperature of it. “The water is nice.”
A soft, warm breeze ruffles through the leaves, nothing out of the ordinary. I watch you move around after you’ve set your pack down, finding a spot to sit. “You can clean up if you want.” I hear you murmur as I get up again, moving towards you. I take off my jacket and sweater, leaving it with you along with my holster and other equipment.
I leave my clothes at the edge of the lake, walking into it and sinking down, not wanting to go too deep into the lake.
A few minutes later I hear something, more like someone, moving in the water. I turn, being greeted by you standing next to me in the water, your muscular chest on full display as I watch you hesitate to sink down as well.
“I wouldn’t say the temperature is exactly nice.” You complain as you sink down, your shoulders just above the surface of the water. I watch as you shiver a little in the water and I see you let out a deep sigh, seemingly relaxing.
A soft chuckle escapes my lips as you complain. I move through the water to look at you, taking in how relaxed you look in comparison to earlier in the day. “Ah, but it is decent, no?” I tease softly, watching as you shrug in response.
We stay in this silence, a surprisingly comfortable one, for a few minutes before I decide to get out of the water, ruffling your hair as I move past you.
When I’m out of the water I get dried off and get dressed before I start to look for some wood to use for a fire, though I get distracted as I look at you in the water. I silently wonder why my thoughts keep going back to you, back to the fact I feel this need to keep you safe and wrap you up in my arms. I think back to earlier today, replaying that moment when we were still in the city. Why did I have to grab your face? Why was I so intense and why did I feel the need to reassure you? I never do that. My thoughts die down as I watch you get up, seeing your muscles ripple under your skin which causes my throat to go dry.
“Hey, pretty boy! Come here for a second!” I call out to you with a slightly sarcastic tone, wanting to playfully insult you with the nickname.
“Is that supposed to be an insult?” You call out as you turn around, moving to get out of the lake. “Because it’s not an insult.” You say with a shrug, a very light blush creeping up my cheeks. “I know I’m a pretty boy.” I hear you say, noting the arrogance dripping from your voice.
I clear my throat, my eyes on you as you get dressed. “I wanted to discuss plans for the night?” I grumble, slipping back in the old grumpy behaviour, though with a warm feeling in my chest. “A fire, who keep watch. That stuff.” I suggest, already moving around the makeshift campsite, making a start to collect wood for a fire, hoping to quiet down my thoughts about what I feel for you.
–
Night has fallen quite a while ago, I’m still awake since I have the first watch of the night. My eyes are trained on you, it’s become like a routine to watch you while you sleep, to take in your features, to fantasise about how soft I know your hair is. I look away, not noticing that you’ve turned around.
“Fernando?” I hear your sleep-laced voice. “I can’t sleep.” You whisper as you move closer to me, actually cuddling up to me. I let you get comfortable against me as I blame your behaviour on just being tired.
“Sshh, I’m here. I’ve got you.” I whisper softly, running my hand through your short messy hair, wanting to soothe you to sleep. I hear a hum escaping you, your body starting to feel heavier against mine as you drift off into a peaceful sleep. “Goodnight, Y/N.”
Wasteland, Baby! // Fernando Alonso // Chapter 9: Shadows
Wordcount: -> 1124
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: -> made the cover art/banner thing in a rush oops :)
The past few days have been smooth sailing, the days have been filled with playful banter and laughter between you and Fernando. You’ve finally made it to Scotland just earlier today, coming up on a little village, if you could even call it that. It’s small, about the size of a single street with only a few houses lining the road, a perfect place to camp out for a night or two, maybe even take a shower if the water is still working.
“This should be fine.” You speak up. “There shouldn't be any infected in this area according to our maps and what we know of this area.” You explain as you walk up to one of the houses, making sure Fernando’s with you. You both have your hand on either a gun or a pocket knife for good measures.
Fernando steps into the house first, already taking a turn to go up the stairs. “I’ll take upstairs.” He says as he starts going up, making sure to be silent and careful as he goes.
You explore the downstairs area, not really finding anything useful except for some medical supplies, which you decide to carry along, feeling like they might come in handy. You decide to head up too, going to find Fernando.
A soft gasp is heard from one of the rooms, you decide to follow the sound, opening the door further. You see Fernando standing there, his back turned to you. “Fernando?” You ask softly as you step in, not yet seeing what actually is in the room. “Did you find anything?” You ask as you walk up to him, he nods.
You see Fernando pointing at one of the old posters on the wall, your eyes falling on it. “Ha! That’s you, mate.” You laugh softly as you move to take a closer look at it, tracing the poster with your finger. A smile spreads on your face, remembering how you used to have posters of your sports and movie idols on your walls when you were a kid.
“Yeah it is.”Fernando says proudly as watches as you inspect the poster, a smile spreading on his face at the domestic sight. You move around the room, pointing out some of the model cars that are in the room, some are sportscars, others are Formula 1 cars.
“Fernando, look.” You say as you pull out a book from the bookshelf. “It’s an F1 fact book.” You say with a soft murmur as you feel Fernando's presence near you, knowing he’s looking over your shoulder.
You flip through the book. “This brings back memories.” Fernando murmurs softly, trying his best not to lean his head on your shoulder.
“2008..” You trail off as you flip through the pages, stopping on the page titled ‘Crashgate’. “Oh my god.”
Fernando groans loudly, actually dropping his head to your shoulder. “Please don’t.” He grumbles and you laugh. “I didn’t know it was planned.” He says defensively and you laugh harder, closing the book.
“You won because of that forced crash, huh?” You tease softly as you move to put the book in your bag.
Fernando groans in response, playfully shoving you. “I won the race after it too, you know.” He adds, as you get up again. You give Fernando a skeptical look. “No, really. I did.” Fernando states once again.
–
You move on to the next two houses, exploring the next one in the same way as you explored the first house, though you find more supplies there than in the first house. You mess around a bit, cracking jokes without a care in the world.
You come up to the third house, though you feel a bit tense about this one. The house has an eerie look to it, like it’s more worn down than the other houses in the little village. “Stay close, okay.” You murmur as the two of you move to the house, not having a clue what’s waiting for you in the house.
With your gun in your hand you approach the building. “I’m staying close.” You hear Fernando say to you, knowing that he wouldn’t split up from you, especially after what happened in Manchester.
You move around the lower floor in a tentative way, checking out the living room first. You stay close together, the house being darker than the other two houses you’ve checked out already. You find nothing in the living room, moving on to the kitchen and that same careful way. You find nothing in the kitchen either, not even medical supplies.
Fernando looks at you, a slight hint of worry visible on his face, mirroring your expression. You check the final room on floor level, still not finding anything of use nor any traces of what they’re about to find.
The two of you move upstairs, the stairs creaking under your feet as you step. You don’t hear the rustling coming from one of the rooms, the door creaked open. You glance into one of the rooms, noticing how it’s completely dark so you decide not to go inside. Fernando glances into one of the other rooms and makes a move to get inside.
As you walk closer to the room Fernando has entered you hear a yell, then a crash. “Fernando!” You call out, hearing a yelp in return, followed by some sort of growling and you immediately know it’s an infected.
You rush into the room, hitting the infected, which was fully on top of Fernando, with a few bullets before noticing another one in the shadows of the room, shooting at it though missing your shot, only to realise your magazine is empty. You watch as the second infected lunges at Fernando. “Y/N!” Fernando calls out as you fumble for your knife.
The infected makes a biting motion, Fernando winces and it occurs to you that he might’ve just gotten bitten. You jump at the infected, stabbing it with your knife. It takes a few hits to actually manage to finish the second infected, dropping the creature next to Fernando and partially collapsing yourself. “Fuck they were wrong. Shit, shit they were so wrong.” You curse at no-one in particular. You’re just agitated about the fact that there were in fact two infected in an area where no infected were supposed to be.
“Hey-” Fernando starts as you get up again, grabbing him and pulling him out of the house, back to one of the other houses, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. “Y/N, please. Calm down.” You hear Fernando say, though it doesn’t register in your brain. You just keep heading to the closest house of which you knew was completely safe and checked over.
Tw -> mentions of panic attacks, dysphoria, period, transphobia
A/N: Hi all! Just a quick oneshot since this has been on my mind since uhh yesterday morning! It's not been on my mind for that long, I know, but I just needed to write this :D
It’s an off-day. The first off-day you’ve had since you started with your testosterone shots two months back. It’s the same kind of feeling you had before you started T, the mood changes, the weak feeling in your body. It’s all the same as when you would get your period in the past. The weather doesn’t help either, it’s cloudy and grey in Silverstone, a few drops of rain falling just as you enter the big building which is the Aston Martin Technology Centre, moving towards the gym. It has been just over a year since you joined the number 14 garage of the Aston Martin Aramco Formula 1 Team. You joined just a few months after legally changing your passport, hence why you never came out as transgender within the team.
You quickly put your stuff down in the dressing room before heading into the gym, your headphones on your head and already playing music, towel in one hand and a water bottle in the other. You start with your usual warm up by doing cardio, already feeling a very specific and uncomfortable flow in your body. You don’t mind it, though, your doctor had told you that you would stop getting your period when you started your T-shots. You’re already a bit shaky on your legs when you finally move to start with your weight training, the cramping in your abdomen not getting any better.
What you hadn’t noticed was the driver on the other side of the room, the one in whose garage you work as one of his mechanics, Fernando Alonso. The two-times world champion had noticed your nervous energy the moment you walked in, which peeked his interest.
You do a few of your reps, only getting a small chunk of your workout in before you sit down, shaking worse than usual, which you blame on the fact your breakfast hadn’t been great. You pull at your shirt as you look down at yourself, finding that it sticks to your chest too much. What if someone notices? What would they think? You fidget with your fingers, nervously tapping as a worried scowl makes its way onto your face when you feel that oh so familiar feeling of a starting period. You notice how your heartbeat increases, your breathing unsteady as you just try to calm yourself. Your head is tilted down, resting on one of your knees, your eyes closed to prevent the tears that want to slip from your eyes.
“Hey.”
You hear that familiar Spanish accent, finally noticing his presence which only makes you react worse. He doesn’t know. No-one within the team knows. You make a small gesture with your head, acknowledging him, just hoping he wouldn’t pry. You pick at your skin, a nervous habit you had picked up in your teenage years, especially doing it when you felt dysphoric.
Fernando crouches down in front of you, his hand finding its way onto your shoulder. “Are you okay?” The man asks with a gentle tone, recognising that you’re in fact having a panic attack.
You shake your head, not trusting yourself to speak. Not wanting to possibly out yourself to the driver. Fernando sits down next to you, his arm draped over your shoulder to pull you in for a gentle side hug. “Ssh, deep breaths.” The Spaniard whispers, counting along with the breaths to pull you out of the panic attack, which works. The process is slow, but he manages to get you to calm down. “You can tell me what’s going on.” Fernando whispers to you, rubbing soothing patterns with his thumb on your shoulder.
You sigh and shake your head, clearing your throat before speaking. “I can’t.” You say abruptly.
“What?” He asks you, sounding so confused. “Why not?”
“No, I cannot. I mean, if I tell you you’ll probably hate me and I work in your garage and I don’t want- I can’t lose my job, Fernando.”
Fernando only looks more confused after your rant. “Just tell me. I don't care.”
You shake your head, dragging your hands down your face in frustration. You move a bit away from Fernando, only to feel a cramp shooting through your body. “It wasn’t supposed to happen anymore.” You state, realising Fernando probably needs more context when you see the confusion in his eyes. “I got my period. Or well, I’m about to start it.”
“But you’re a man?”
You look into Fernando’s eyes, seeing the gears turning in his mind. “Fernando..” You whisper, waiting for him to realize what you’re trying to tell him.
“I don’t understand.” He shakes his head, the gym sounding eerily quiet despite the music playing as you wait for him to process the information. He looks back at you, looking into your eyes as you stare into his. “Oh.” You hear him sigh out, his shoulders dropping. “Oh, man.”
“Yeah.” You sigh out, still looking at the driver next to you, not expecting to get pulled into a tight, comforting hug. You hesitantly hug Fernando back, trusting him.
Fernando runs his hand up and down your back. “It’s okay, you’re still a man.” He whispers against your hair. You tighten your grip on the driver, clinging to him as you try to keep yourself from breaking down in his arms.
You take a deep shaky breath, Fernando’s scent filling your nose. “Thank you.” You whisper as you nuzzle against him right there in the gym.
Wasteland, Baby! // Fernando Alonso // Chapter 6: Civil conversations
Wordcount: -> 1716
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 castle ruins weren’t that hard to reach before nightfall. You have set up a small fire to sit by for the night after having explored the area a bit, coming to the conclusion you could hardly get sneaked up on. You settle against your pack since it’s, somehow, soft enough to use as a pillow.
You hear Fernando shuffling around, imagining he’s getting comfortable as well. You don’t realise how close he is until he speaks up. “What did you do before all went to hell?” Fernando asks in a soft murmur, you feel your heart skip a beat at the question. “Except for getting scars.” He adds with a soft laugh, shifting again to properly look at you in the dim light of the campfire you built.
“Well, I was 19 when it happened.” You start softly, wanting to give Fernando a little insight to the stage of life he was in. You don’t notice Fernando’s expression, he had not at all expected you to be so young, not when you look so mature. “I was in college, wanted to become a PE teacher, actually. Besides that I worked in a guitarshop during the week and I was a scouting leader on the weekends.” Fernando looks at you, the things he’s learning connecting with the things he already knew.
You pause, thinking about what you’re going to tell next. “You’re twenty-four? God, I thought you were older.” Fernando responds when you’re silent which causes you to laugh a little.
You look at Fernando, not daring to make an educated guess on his age. “How old-” “I’m thirty-three.” Fernando interrupts you before you can even finish your question. You nod, looking at him as best as you can in the dim light of the campfire.
A short silence falls over you, neither of you uttering a word for a good minute which you take as a sign to continue to tell Fernando about your past. “My dad was in the army when I was younger. He actually helped me train when I was a teenager.” You fall silent, remembering how you’d lost your father in the apocalypse. You scrape your throat, not wanting to appear too vulnerable in front of Fernando. “He’s the reason why I wanted to be a scoutleader anyways, that mixed with the fact that it’s actually great teacher training and overall survival skills.” You look at the man next to you, seeing the way he’s tiredly slumping down, leaning towards you. Fernando feels safe, safer than he’s felt in a while. “Really handy when an apocalypse happens.”
Fernando looks at you and you look back into those tired eyes. “Cool.” You hear him murmur, watching as he shifts a little close, really wanting to reach your hand out to allow him to get comfortable, but you keep your hands to yourself to prevent making your new found friend uncomfortable.
“I can play the guitar, you know.” You whisper loud enough for Fernando to hear, he hums. You decide to mess a little with Fernando, wanting to see his reaction. “I got this scar from a fight with a wolf, actually.” You lie smoothly as you show a scar, actually a burn mark, on top of your left hand. You watch as Fernando tiredly reaches his hand out, softly touching your scar. Your heart flutters in your chest when you feel his fingers on your hand, a soft blush creeping up your neck.
“That’s from a burn.” He states softly, catching you in your small lie. “You’re messing with me.” He yawns “because I’m sleepy.” He whispers, closing his eyes. You watch him intently, seeing the way his eyelashes lay against his cheeks.
“Not sleepy enough to not notice a lie.” You laugh softly, not wanting to disturb his peaceful mood. “Sleep now, Fernando.” You whisper softly, instinctively squeezing Fernando's hand in a comforting way.
–
-19 July 2015 -
The night has passed peacefully, you had watched over Fernando as long as possible until you inevitably fell asleep as well. For a while you kept replaying these tiny moments in your head, like how worried Fernando was when you fell from the tree or how he’d touched the scar on your hand.
You slowly start to stir awake after a peaceful sleep. You slept quite comfortably despite having slept on the hard floor of the castle ruins, luckily having had your pack to use as a pillow. You don't immediately register the warm presence against your back or the arm lazily sling over your waist, your mind too hazy from sleep to do anything about it.
Fernando shifts behind you, seemingly getting more comfortable so you decide to close your eyes again, still not fully processing what's happening between you two. You shift as well, laying on your back now. Fernando stirs, pulling away from you as he wakes up. You pretend not to know what just happened, acting like you’re just waking up too.
The sun shines into your eyes through a gap in the castle ruins, making you groan and get up. You softly nudge Fernando’s leg with your foot. “Wake up.” You murmur, nudging him again when he doesn’t respond.
“I’m up, I’m up.” You don’t stop nudging Fernando, he groans with that grumpy tone you’ve come to know over the past week. “Y/N, stop!” He grumbles as he gets up from the hard floor.
–
The day moves quietly since you mainly walk an empty road leading towards the north.
“How did you survive so long?" You ask as you pass a sign next to the road, not really seeing what is on the sign. “Since you were alone.”
Fernando looks at you. “Well I moved around quite a bit at first.” He murmurs softly, the wind blowing through his hair. “Then I settled in an empty cabin in the woods, stayed there for 3 years, I think, until I met you.” He looks at you, watching as you scratch the growing stubble on your chin.
You look around a little, wanting to respond to Fernando's words, though something interesting catches your eye. “Fernando, is that-” you pause, hitting Fernando's stomach, he groans, and pointing at the building in the distance.
“What?” Fernando sounds confused “what am I supposed to see?” He asks again, really not understanding what it is you're seeing.
“A karting track, idiot!” James laughs, grabbing Fernando's arm and pulling him along to the abandoned karting track, hoping to actually find karts as well.
You hear Fernando laugh when you get closer to the track, entering the facility. “Do you think they start?” You ask as you put your pack down, not even bothering to clear the area.
Fernando shakes his head. “I don't know.” He says with a shrug,inspecting one of the karts, which seems to be in decent conditions. “We should clear the area, don't you think?”
You nod, grabbing your rifle and moving to do a quick sweep of the place, finding absolutely nothing dangerous. “All clear.” You say with a smile, moving your pack to set against the wall of the building you had cleared.
You watch as Fernando pushes one of the karts through the pit lane, putting it in a spot where he can easily work on it. He scurries around a little, actually finding a cart to put the kart on. “Help me lift this thing.” He says and you immediately help before moving back, just watching him get to work.
You see him check the fuel tank before he moves to start up the engine and magically.. it still runs.
Fernando works on the kart, making sure everything works and is okay before even thinking about going out on track. You watch as Fernando bends down, your eyes lingering on his rear before quickly looking away, a flushed look on your face.
“And all done.” You hear Fernando say. You look at the man, seeing the grease from the kart on him, you can't help but find it attractive. Fernando walks towards you, standing beside you. “What do you think?” He asks with a big grin.
You look at the kart. “looks good.” You respond with a shrug, having absolutely no knowledge on the topic of karts. You look at Fernando, see the usually grumpy man’s happy expression which makes you smile. “Are you going on track with that thing?”
Fernando laughs in response, nudging your shoulder. “I absolutely am! But I need a helmet.” He states, saying the last part with a more serious tone. You point at the door of a room you checked earlier, having seen helmets there. Fernando walks away, going into the room and coming back out with a helmet in his hands.
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You stand on the balcony as Fernando drives around on track, seeing things in his driving which reminds you of the time your dad watched Formula 1 when you were a teenager. You see Fernando coming back into the pits so you decide to head down to greet him.
“How’d that feel?” You ask curiously as you stand next to the kart, looking down at Fernando, those glowing eyes meeting yours making your breath almost hitch in your throat.
Fernando absolutely glows as he gets out of the kart and takes off his helmet. “That was… amazing.” He smiles, sounding quite out of breath after at least 30 minutes of driving. Fernando puts the helmet down, running his hand through his damp, messy hair. “Thank you.” He whispers for no specific reason, or maybe just the fact you had dragged him here because you spotted the track.
You study him closely, seeing that smile, that sparkle in his eyes. “You’re glowing.” You whisper, not realising that you’re staring or that you said it out loud. Fernando looks at you, noting the softness in your eyes.
The other man smiles, having heard your comment. He moves closer to you, suddenly engulfing you in a friendly hug. You freeze. “It's nice to have an actual friend again.” Fernando whispers against your shoulder. You give in, letting yourself melt in the friendly embrace.
The embrace tightens. “It's good to have you as a friend, grumpy.” You say with a murmur, not having thought this grumpy survivor would actually warm up to you.
Wasteland, Baby! // Fernando Alonso // Chapter 5: A comfortable morning and a sunny afternoon
Wordcount: -> 1433
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.
It’s early when you wake up, 5 AM at most. You have to leave soon so you decide to get dressed. You grab a pair of your favourite dark green cargo jeans, the comfortable ones with the many big pockets. You grab a simple white t-shirt, followed by a comfortable green hoodie and lastly you pull a brown denim jacket over it as a final layer. You grab your utility belt and gun holster, putting them on as you walk out of your room.
You move quietly through the apartment, taking a peek into Fernando’s room, seeing him already stirring awake. You stare for a bit, seeing the man’s sleepy form, the way his head falls on the pillow and the way the sheets are messily wrapped around him. You sigh, shaking your head as you head to the kitchen, drinking a fresh cup of coffee before moving back to Fernando’s room, a new cup of coffee in hand for the other man.
“Hey” Your whisper softly, kneeling down next to the mattress on the floor, seeing that the man is awake. “I made you coffee.” Fernando looks sleepy, a little dazed. He sits up, the sheets sliding off of his body, revealing that he’s, to your disappointment, wearing a tank top. You smile softly at him, his sleep mussed hair messily sticking to his forehead as he reaches for the coffee. Fernando watches you, his eyes a little softer than usual as he sips his coffee. You move a little, sitting down beside the mattress, leaning back on your hands as you start explaining the plan for the day.
“So we’ll leave in about 40 minutes, that’s just after 6 AM.” You say, looking away from Fernando’s figure to focus on the plan. “We’ll get riffles, bullets, all that stuff from the baraques at the wall and then we set out.” You murmur, keeping your voice soft so you won’t startle the half awake man on the mattress. As you speak you don’t realise that Fernando is looking at you with those big, sleepy, hazel eyes. “I’ll leave you to get dressed.” You say when you notice Fernando has finished the coffee, reaching to grab the empty cup of coffee, your fingers brushing against eachothers’s in the progress.
You move to the kitchen, cleaning the cup before you start with making breakfast, just some bacon and eggs to lay a good base for the day. You’re not really paying attention to your surroundings as you prepare breakfast for Fernando and yourself, that is until you notice his presence beside you. You glance over, seeing how the early morning sun catches Fernando’s beard. You watch as Fernando prepares more coffee, you almost let the bacon burn. You quickly turn off the stove and put the breakfast on two plates, handing one to Fernando, just hoping he didn’t see you staring.
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It's 6:20 AM when you two reach the wall, you open the door to one of the baraques, letting Fernando in before following him. “It's warmer than I expected.” You murmur as you hand Fernando some spare bullets to carry around. You hear Fernando hum in response, actually realising he's not much of a talker in the mornings.
You move swiftly, yet quietly, greeting the border watchers with the early shifts and before you know it, you and Fernando are out in the wide world, heading north to Scotland.
You don't say a word to each other for a while, though you glance at him every now and then, not knowing he's doing the same as you pass through the wide, open areas surrounding the QZ.
The wind is blowing softly as the sun rises higher in the sky, the temperature is actually not too bad considering you're wearing multiple layers in summer. “So why do you hate me?” you speak up after a while of silence.
“I don't hate you.” Fernando huff grumpily in response, only strengthening the feeling you have.
You look at him then, trying to study the man's unreadable expression. “No?” You say with a sassy tone, not believing Fernando one bit. “Then why are you proving my point.”
Fernando shakes his head, keeping his focus on the empty path ahead of them. “I’ve not had anyone to talk to for years, Y/N. I don't hate you, I just don't know what to do, or say.” He explains as he turns to look at you, making eye contact before both of you quickly look away.
“At least smile or something.” You point out the grumpy look on his face, not wanting this entire trip to be like this. “I thought you'd maybe have warmed up to me in the past week.”
You look at Fernando again, he nods in response. “It's not that I haven't. It's just weird, having someone to talk to constantly.” He admits softly, kidding a pebble on the path. “I’ve not had someone's constant presence in over four years.” He goes on, his eyes slowly, but surely, settling on your figure as he tells you his story.
You sigh softly, moving a bit to bump your shoulder against Fernando's in a friendly way. “We're friends, okay?” You tell him softly, studying his face as seeing his lips curl up in a small smile.
“Friends.” Fernando agrees with you, patting your shoulder as he smiles at you. You look back at Fernando, mirroring the smile, wishing he’d pull you in for a hug. He doesn’t, neither do you.You focus back on the road ahead, knowing you don’t have time to stop when it’s still safe, as far as safe goes, to move to the north without having to worry about bad visibility.
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You pass by a nice, climbable looking tree as you walk through the grass of a sunny meadow. Your eyes linger, your legs moving instinctively towards the tree. You put your pack down near the base of it, throwing your jacket over it before rolling up your sleeves, revealing some of the scars you had gotten from playing around as a kid. You look around the tree on eyelevel, trying to find a hold to start getting up in the tree but not finding it so you decide to jump up, managing to get a hold of one of the lover branches, pulling yourself up on it.
Fernando stands at a little distance, watching as you happily climb the big tree. He looks at you, mesmerized by how easily you manage to get up in the tree. You move to stand on one of the branches, grabbing onto a branch above it as you see a castle ruin in the distance, the perfect palace to stay the night. You bounce on the branch a little, intending to make it snap, hence your grip on the other branch.
“Y/N, stop.” You hear Fernando say, you don’t listen to him, already preparing yourself for impact if your grip fails on the other branch. You yelp as the branch underneath you snaps and your grip on the other branch fails. You fall down on the ground, about a three meter drop, catching yourself in a way you don’t really hurt yourself.
Fernando rushes to you immediately, heart pounding in his chest as he kneels down beside you. “Y/N!?” He calls out with a worried tone, you don’t respond as you try to keep yourself from laughing. You feel Fernando grip your shoulder, turning you around which causes you to burst out laughing. “Fuck, don’t do that.” Fernando groans, giving you a playful shove as you both get up.
You stumble a little, bumping into Fernando on purpose, using him to keep yourself from falling down on the ground from laughter. “You looked so worried!” You laugh, pulling away to look at Fernando, calming yourself down a little.
Fernando sighs, his face settling into something serious. “I…” he pauses, you notice that this might be a bit of a heavy subject. “Lost someone who meant a lot to me.” He pauses again, you look at him, not understanding what this has to do with any of this. “He used to do stuff like that.” Fernando explains, though you realise it goes deeper, you realise that this man Fernando is talking about most likely did something that got him hurt.. or worse.
You put your hand on Fernando’s shoulder, looking at him with soft eyes. “I’m sorry, man. I didn’t mean to give you a heart attack.” You murmur apologetically as you squeeze his shoulder reassuringly. “I’m okay, no new scars.”
Wasteland, Baby! // Fernando Alonso // Chapter 4: Sharpshooter
Wordcount: -> 1007
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.
Over the past few days you keep letting Fernando take shifts on the wall, watching over him as he settles in. You plan the shifts precisely, having the power to have a say in the planning of the shifts, making sure Fernando has the same shift times as you do despite a difference in function since you’re a shift leader.
A day ago Fernando had told you he spotted an infected, kilometres away, so far away that the assault rifle couldn’t possibly have reached it, today hadn’t been any different.
“Y/N, there’s a couple of infected, east side.” You hear a voice, Fernando’s voice, say over the hand-held transceiver. You move immediately, getting to Fernando’s location.
“Where exactly?” You ask as you look around the seeming clear landscape, not seeing anything besides the forest in the far distance. You look at Fernando, seeing him point slightly to the east, something moving in the distance, about two and a half kilometers out. “Well spotted.” You praise as you raise your own rifle, mirroring Fernando’s stance.
“Hold, they’re not in range.” You hear Fernando state, admiring his assertiveness. The infected move closer and before you can even react they’re already down, precisely shot by Fernando.
You lower your rifle, taken aback by Fernando’s accuracy, keeping it in mind for your next travels.
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It’s just after dinner time, you’re all gathered in the living room of the apartment, Jenson is telling some sort of story about what happened at the school. You haven’t been able to keep your eyes off Fernando since you returned home, still thinking about how quick Fernando had been to shoot the infected, and how accurate his shot was. You abruptly get up, grab Fernando’s arm and drag him to the kitchen.
You don’t notice Fernando’s flustered look. “Hey, you okay?” He questions, seeing your serious, thoughtful expression. You shake your head.
“Look, you’re a good shot, you have a sharp eye.” You start without any context to what’s going on. “I have to travel up north, Fernando. Scotland.” You murmur, not able to look at Fernando, not even realising you’re still holding his arm.
Fernando dips his head down a little, wanting to look you in the eyes as you speak. “You’re telling me this, why?”
You run your hand through your hair, something you usually do when you’re nervous. “I need you for the job. You’ve been out there longer than anyone here and I need someone who won’t hesitate to kill whatever comes on their path.” You explain as you look up into the other man’s deep, hazel eyes, noticing how gorgeous they are. You look away from Fernando before you can get lost in his eyes, cussing silently at yourself. “So? What do you say?”
Fernando thinks, you await his reaction, hoping he would say yes. “Why not.” He shrugs, you look at him, a little shocked at the fact he’s willing to go along with this without any protest.
“Cool, cool.” You nod nonchalantly, stuffing your hand in your pocket. You look at the man’s hand, seeing how the bandage has loosened over the past few days. “Uhm, how’s your hand?”
“It’s fine.” Fernando says as he raises his hand, flexing it to show that it’s fine though you catch the slight wince. You instinctively reach out to unwrap the bandage, making sure to be careful and gentle as you check for any swelling on the man’s hand, finding none, making the connection that it might be a fracture or bruise in one of the bones of Fernando’s hand.
“I’ll rewrap it.” You say, holding Fernando’s hand up with one hand as you open the cabinet with the medical supplies before wrapping Fernando's hand the same way you did a few days ago, with that same gentleness, that same focused intensity. Fernando looks at you, noticing the slight shadowy stubble appearing on your face, noticing the way your hair falls on your forehead and he can’t help but find it majestic with the way the setting sun is shining through the window, beautifully illuminating your face.
You pull away, giving Fernando that final pat on his hand which tells him the bandage is done. You turn, putting the medical supplies back in the cabinet, your shirt riding up just the tiniest bit, giving Fernando a peak at a sliver of your back.
Fernando looks away and scrapes his throat as you turn around again. “Thanks.” he grumbles as you smile at him, giving him a simple thumbs up before moving back to the living room, joining the others and leaving Fernando in the small kitchen.
You join back on the couch as you announce that you and Fernando will be leaving the next morning to head to Scotland to chase the signal Sebastian had picked up, hopefully to find more survivors. Sebastian moves to cuddle up to you, whispering how he’ll miss you like always. You rub soothing circles on Sebastian’s back, your eyes on Fernando as you watch him walk in, his expression unreadable when he sees the way you are with Sebastian.
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Your bag is packed and you’re ready to head to bed, wanting to get a good night’s sleep before heading out the next morning. You give the guys a big hug, lingering a bit longer with Sebastian, knowing he gets fussy whenever one or more of you have to leave for an extended period of time. “We’ll be fine, Seb.” You whisper to the German as you pull back, ruffling his hair a little.
“Promise?” Sebastian asks you, you nod in response. You watch him turn to Fernando, hugging the Spaniard tightly. “You promise too?” Sebastian whispers to Fernando, not wanting to let the man go now that he’s back in his life.
“I promise too, Seb.” Fernando responds, hugging Sebastian tightly before breaking away from the hug, not wanting to get sentimental now.
The five of you say goodnight to each other before each of you retreats to their respective room.
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