Silver Tears - KA12 x Reader
Pairing: Kimi Antonelli x Reader
Summary: After a heartbreaking race at Silverstone, y/n comforts Kimi.
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Kimi was flying, hunting down Charles with 3.8 seconds left between them. Verstappen, Russell and Hamilton were battling it out behind Kimi. All overtaking each other in a repetitive dance.
The race was almost over, increasingly becoming more intense by the second.
Kimi almost had 1st place; he was so close. The seconds closing as the race neared the end.
I was standing in the Mercedes garage, watching the monitors with a headset of my own. I cheered for my boyfriend in my head, praying he would win the race.
Having such a successful weekend for sure guaranteed him the podium, but in the world of F1 it wasn’t over till it was over.
Kimi had closed the gap between him and Charles, his voice filling my head alerting his engineers that something was wrong.
They asked Kimi to pit, causing him to lose his place in the race.
I watched as Kimi pulled in the pit lane, the team scrambling to replace his front wing.
I hoped that solved the problem. Kimi was so close to another podium.
He peeled out of the lane, tyres screeching as he rejoined the race.
Halfway through the next lap I heard him again, more issues. He had no control turning.
I groaned in frustration for him. This is not what he needed this close to the checkered flag.
I turned around to find Toto locked into focus on his computer. I watched him make the call again to pit Kimi. A replay showing live damage to the wheel shield.
A piece that had looked so harmless was causing havoc on his standing.
He pitted again, a pit crew ripping off the mangled piece of his car, blocking him from turning properly.
He once again joined the race. Quickly alerting the team that he still had no control. He dropped multiple places in the matter of minutes. My heart starting to ache at Kimi’s loss.
I watched the live feed, as he struggled to turn the car, it was very evident even from a screen.
“There’s something deeper. I have no front; the wheel is in the air.” He reported once again.
“Okay, Kimi, let’s box the car.” His engineer replied
“No, I can keep going, I can keep trying.” His breath shaky. Trying as hard as he could to stay in the race.
“I can try to get the point.” He stated even shakier now. The radio message ended.
An alert popped up at the top of the feed next showing an investigation for track limits for Antonelli.
I shook my head in utter disbelief, everyone was watching how hard he was trying. He continued to fall back on the grid, clearly not gaining an advantage to crossing the white line.
His team alerted him of the penalty once it was decided he would get -5 seconds.
His voice shuttering as he rambled through the radio, declaring the investigation as a joke.
My heart shattered at his tone, one moment away from breaking down into tears. I would have given anything in this moment to run out there, stopping the race to take him in my arms.
I watched barely paying attention to the winner as my head was wrapped around Kimi’s broken spirit. In a few minutes I would be able to hold him, letting him cry in private without the scrutiny of the media.
The feed showed him, car parked with the others, sitting in his car, visor down and hands shoved into his helmet.
My hand met my heart as it broke for him. It cut to the winners and back again when he was forced to weigh in. His battered figure, visor still down.
He quickly walked away, retreating to the back of the paddock. I took off my headphones, grabbing his hat that was sitting next to me on the table.
I caught the faint “we love you Kimi.” A fan had screamed when he walked past the stands.
I pushed past his team and the guests standing in the back, my head was turning on a swivel searching for him.
A second later I saw him, my heart strings pulling seeing him in person. His spirit looked completely broken, shoulders dropped. A Mercedes member guided him as I threw myself into him, taking him in a tight embrace.
I heard a little whimper, knowing he had probably been crying before the car was even parked.
His arms were firm around me. Holding me to the brink of not being able to breathe. I said nothing, I knew he needed this.
I turned my heads towards the Mercedes guide mouthing a thank you to let them know I had him from here.
I let him have a moment, squeezing me to death.
“Let’s go to your drivers room, okay?” I leaned down to try to get a look at his face.
He only dropped his head further blocking my view.
My heart broke a little more, putting a deep frown on my face.
I slid my arm around his back, walking with him slowly towards his suite. A few people had circled me, asking for Kimi. I waved them off, throwing on his hat to cover my face as we walked through the entrance of the Mercedes motorhome.
Once I locked the door to his room, he completely broke down in front of me. I slowly joined his side, careful not to set him off further.
He sobbed into his helmet, ripping his gloves off he balled them up, aggressively slamming them down on the floor.
“Kimi…” My fingers brushed against his suit, he flinched away, immediately causing me to step back.
He paced the room for a moment before falling onto the sectional in the middle of the room. His head fell, dangling between his legs.
My mind ran trying to figure out something to say to him.
“I know it doesn’t feel like it, but it is okay… you did your absolute best today and everyone knows it.” I softly spoke, crossing the room to kneel in front of him.
I gently laid my hands down on his thighs. Testing the waters of physical touch. When he made no move to shrug me off, I continued talking.
“Nothing was your fault; I know you want to blame yourself but don’t.” I waited for any reaction from him.
Nothing came, he remained frozen in place. I ached inside so badly at his pain; I wished I could make it better. To take any of his anguish away.
“Can I please take off your helmet?” I kindly asked
His head nodded ever so slightly allowing me to touch him.
I gently pulled at the edges of the brim, raising it from his head. I set it down on the ground beside me returning to peel off his sweaty balaclava. His earpieces were still in and I removed those as well. Setting everything besides me and Kimi, I waited patiently for him to make a move.
His head lifted, revealing red rimmed eyes and a tear-streaked face.
My head tilted as his eyes roamed across my face, undeciding where to look.
I pulled the sleeve of my shirt down further, covering my palm I pressed my hand against his cheek absorbing the wetness gathered across his face. Both sweat and tears combined.
“I don’t know what happened, the car was fine and then it just wasn’t…” another small sob escaped his lips
“Hey, it’s ok Kimi.” I gave him a wide smile.
“It’s just one bad day out of so many more good ones, the team will figure things out.”
“I know they will… I was so close, right there next to another podium.” He wiped the side of his face I hadn’t touched yet. Scrunching his nose while he blinked the pooling of tears out of his eyes.
“I am so proud of how well you did, you were so amazing as always.” A little smiled formed on his face, bringing happiness to my heart.
“There’s my Kimi.” I sung happily as he smiled brighter.
I gathered his face in my hands, bringing my body to hover over his. I pressed a deep kiss to his forehead. His hands skimmed over my sides, crossing them behind me to bring me closer.
I stood between his legs, arms around his neck. His face pressed into my stomach. A few more tears fell. I clutched him a bit harder.
He eventually pulled away after I shifted my weight from standing so long. Still holding me he looked up, another grin on his face.
“I love you y/n, you always know how to make me feel better.”
“I love you, Andrea Antonelli.” Using his first name, he blushed rubbing his curls into my stomach.
I chuckled, my hand crossing over his back in gentle circles.
A knock sounded at the door a breath later. He nodded at me to let them in.
The door swung open revealing Toto Wolff; I stepped aside to let him in.
“Kimi. I know how you must be feeling, we are working on fixing and updating the car so that doesn’t happen again.” His deep voice filled the room.
Kimi stood messing his hair while crossing the room to Toto. He shook his head in acknowledgement.
“Bravo job today, you had an amazing run, you’ll come back stronger next race, yes?” he pulled his head into his shoulder patting his back.
“Yea, I really can’t wait to see what I do next track.”
Toto release a breath looking satisfied with his answer. He looked between us, me still smiling up at Kimi like he had hung the moon.
“I will leave you to it then.” He gave me a warm smile and retreated into the paddock.
Once the door closed Kimi asked if I could collect his things from the garage.
“Of course, I’ll be right back” I ran my hand through his curls, curling my fingers through them, I kissed his cheek softly.
I did as he asked coming back to him changed out of his fireproofs and into his team Mercedes hoodie and simple pants.
“Ready to get out of here?” he questioned
I didn’t hesitate, he needed a distraction from the day.
We took the back exit, trying to avoid anyone if we could. A few staff gathered around but luckily no fans.
He opened his car door for me, letting me settle before tossing our belongings in the back.
He drove us away from the circuit back to our hotel. The drive was quiet as we both decompressed from the day.
Once we arrived, he handed the keys to the valet, helping me from the car. Our bags were taken from us, to be moved up to the room.
The elevator ride was short, he held the room door open for me. The light skimming my face as it came in between the curtains.
I felt Kimi’s arms travel across my stomach as the door clicked shut, pulling me into him. His cologne invaded my nose, the familiar smell of home. I reached for his arms pulling his chest tight against my back. His head moved to the side of my head, kissing my cheek and neck a few times.
My face heated at his gentle touch. He walked me over towards our shared bed for the weekend. I turned sitting down as I pulled him with me. He laid against the pillows, closing his eyes. A deep sigh expelled from his chest.
He hummed at me, whispering a quiet yes.
The light had fallen across his face now. Illuminating him in a golden glow. I leaned against my left arm, admiring the glow of his face.
His eyes opened squinting at the light. His deep brown eyes turning shades of honey brown.
My hand shifted towards his jaw line, tracing my finger along the edge. I slowed, caressing his face. He leaned into my touch, his eyes fluttering.
His fingers reached up to swipe his thumb across my bottom lip. He sat up joining my lips with his in a compassionate embrace. My breath hitched in my throat as we pulled away, joining again.
My lips tingled, transitioning to rest his forehead on mine. His palm rubbed against my cheek pushing my hair behind my ear.
Goose bumps rippled across my body bringing me to a shiver.
“Kimi, can I have your hoodie?” I asked rubbing my hands down the sleeve.
He smiled at me giving me his signature grin. I loved this hoodie with a passion, especially after he’d been wearing it.
“Course.” He shrugged It off pulling it down my body.
I pushed my arms through the holes fixing my hair.
His arm traveled across my stomach again, pulling me flush against his chest. I curled into his hoodie and him while he pulled the covers over both of us.
He kissed the little space behind my ear. Settling his body to cross his legs with mine.
I turned my upper body around to face him. His eyes closed.
I drew him closer to me. I kissed the tip of his nose watching him smile again.
My hand instinctively went to his curls, wrapping my fingers through them like threads. I shrugged the covers further over my shoulder my eyes struggling to stay open.
“Ti amo.” Kimi whispered. “You are my everything.”
I smiled into his chest drifting to sleep.
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