Hi, I wanted to ask if you could write a fic about Fernando x Reader, where the reader is working in f1 (driver or something else, I'm not picky) and they are friends, crushing on each other and they confess and that stuff, it's all fluff and sweet. (Just no smut please)
There's not enough Nando fics so thank you so much <3
Mariposa Pt1 || Fernando Alonso
Pairing:
Fernando Alonso X RaceEngineer!Reader
Warning and tags:
Nothing but fluff. AFAB!Reader writen, but no descriptions used. Friends to Lovers. Soft!Fernando.
Summary:
Fernando finally gets his 33rd win after a nail-biting finish in Hungary, but his victory means nothing without the one person who’s been with him since his rebeginning. His race engineer, his closest friend, and the person he's loved in secret for the longest time. When an old promise resurfaces after the podium celebrations, everything changes.
Word Count:
1.5K
Author's Note:
(See end of story for more notes)
I so agree about there not being enough Fernando Fics on here, and I am trying to help turn that around. So like tag your Favourite Fernando Authors for me please!! We're a small group but we're here and need to support each other!! Anyways, I Hope you enjoy this!!
You couldn't explain how or when the friendship with Fernando had started. You'd probably choke it up to your two years at Alpine when he came out of retirement, but it was the most important relationship in your life. You assumed it was the same as when Fernando had signed with Aston Martin, you were his one non-negotiable. He wanted you as his race engineer, but had eventually settled as just one of his engineers. That was until his main race engineer had retired before the beginning of the season, promoting you into that spot.
It was how you found yourself biting the inside of your cheek as you watched the final 6 laps of the Hungarian grand prix. Since Spain Fernando had become a frequent point scorer, but what you hadn't expected was a possible podium. The race had been intense, with two safety cars and a perfect strategy. You had been in constant communication throughout the race. He had started in tenth, and had fallen to p18 after the first safety car caused by the Ferrari's colliding . He had climbed back to P7 by the time of the second safety car, Lando had found a wall, which had caused him back into P10. But he had raced his heart out passing the Williams and RBs. He had been able to get past Kimi with little fight and had struggled getting past George for third. But he had and it had put him in the position to fight Oscar in for P2.
You watch as they swap positions going through corners.
"Stay focused, Fernando. Use your knowledge" You said. To an outsider it might mean his expertise, but he knew the double meaning. Oscar was managed by Mark Webber and had adopted a lot of his racing styles. Fernando Followed Oscar for a lap and the pressure mounted until Oscar went too wide in the final corner giving Fernando the chance to get passed.
"Well done Fer, Max 1.0 ahead" You told him.
"Yes! Let's go"
He was in second and chasing Verstappen for the win. You tried not to get your hopes up. Five laps and a minute gap wasn't the best. You looked up at the F1 Broadcast screen and saw the radio box of max telling his engineer he was struggling with the tires.
"Verstappen struggling with tires. Gap 0.5" You told him.
A lap later Fernando was behind Max watching for any mistake. He followed waiting for Max to make even the tiniest of mistakes. He covered off every overtake. You watched as they drove past you and started the final lap. You flexed you hand, watching as Fernando tried every single pass he could. Fernando went for a late lunge and they had touched, which had caused Max to go wide going into the final corner. Fernando had over taken and you heard the mechanics in the garage start celebrating. But you watched as Max pulled up along side him. They were neck to neck as the went over the finish line. You looked at the team principal beside you. He gave a helpless shrug, already on the phone with the stewards.
It felt like time stopped. Everything went silent, a static. You told the principle his lap timing, when he asked. You pressed the button. "Fernando, we have to wait." You swallowed. "It's close. We have to wait for the stewards. Just you wait Sombra" (Shadow). You felt the anxiety run through your body.
You didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Your hand hovered over the comm switch, waiting for a verdict.
Then it came.
Stewards:
Alonso - 1:16.626
Verstappen - 1:16.627
Race classification:
P1 - Alonso
P2 - Verstappen
P3 - Piastri
Your entire body flooded with joy. The headset slipped a little from how fast you yanked it back to your mouth.
“Fernando! Fernando it’s you. You did it. It’s yours. Thirty-three, baby. You've won.” You say into the headset, the excitement evident in your voice.
It's quiet for a second before h's radio clicks on. "AHHHHHHH!!! YESSSS!!!" He screams nearly blowing out your eardrums, but you laugh too hard to care. "Oh my word, thank you" He says, and he sounds choked up. You hear the garage erupt behind you again and you press your hand to your heart.
“After thirteen years,” you whispered through the coms, “we couldn’t be prouder of you, Fernando.”
There wasn't a reply right away, just the sound of him possibly crying.
“You’re coming on the podium with me, mariposa. You’ve been with me since the beginning, you’re gonna be on that top step with me.”
You choked on a laugh. “That’s not protocol, Fer.”
“I don't care, I want you with me” He replied.
When he got out the car after a celebratory dance move on top of the car, he had jumped off and immediately ran to the Aston Team. He had taken off his helmet, weighed, and immediately found you. He pulled you into a hug. His head placing in between your shoulder and neck as if it were built just for him. He held you for what seemed like forever as you whispered congratulatory words. When he pulled away he smiled at you. His eye's were filled with tears and you hadn't seen his smile so bright in months.
It had been a few hours since the podium and you had changed but still smelt like champagne. You were grabbing your bag about to head home for the night when you saw Fernando sitting alone on the hospitality balcony. He was on the couch with a beer in hand, watching the people below, packing away for the next weekend.
"Hey" You said softly leading against the door frame. He lifted his eyes to you and smiled. Without saying anything he opened his arms. Inviting you to sit with him. You let your bag fall to the floor and dropped into his arms without hesitation. He held you tight, arms around your waist, cheek pressed to your shoulder like he could disappear into you.
“Thank you,” he murmured into your neck. “For everything. For today. For every lap. I couldn’t have imagined anyone else with me.”
You smiled, your face buried in his hair. “You’re going soft on me, Alonso.”
“Don’t tell anyone,” he muttered. “They still think I’m an asshole.”
You both laughed, but neither of you pulled away. You relished in the warmth he gave. You couldn't help but wish to stay in this moment forever. “Remember when we got drunk after Spain two years ago?” he whispered.
You narrowed your eyes. “Which time, The Sunday night or the Monday?” You asked. "Because I barely remember either" You add. It had been a tough home race and the next day you had been his plus one to his sister's friends birthday.
He grinned. “Monday. When you attacked that poor balloon stand.”
You groaned. “I did not attack it, I slipped”
“Oh you so attacked it" He teases and you shove him lightly. He laughs. "No, but before that, you made me a promise.”
You blinked. “Did I?”
“You said, and I quote, ‘If you ever win your 33rd, I owe you a date.’”
You froze. “I was joking.”
“I wasn’t.”
You pulled back slightly, eyes searching his face. “Fernando…”
“I’m cashing in.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
His brow furrowed. “Why not?”
You exhaled. “Because I’ll ruin our friendship."
He stared at you, he didn't smirk or make a quick joke like he usually did. He just searched your face.
“Let it.” he said in one breathless whisper.
Your heart cracked wide open. You had though about this, dreamt about it even, but it was a fantasy you knew wouldn't ever happened. Yet here he was, breaking all the rules you had never really set just assumed were there.
“Let it,” he repeated. “Let it ruin the friendship. Let it become something more. We’ve already built everything together in this team. Why would I possibly want anyone else. I’m not afraid of where it goes.”
You felt your breath hitch. The words were stuck in your throat—yes, yes, god, yes.
“I’ve waited thirteen years to feel like this again, to win” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “But all I could think about when I crossed the line was finding you, because you're the person I want to share every accomplishment with, the person I want to share my life with. And I've been blind to not realize it before."
You smiled, tears welling in your eyes. “You always get what you want, don’t you?”
He grinned. “Eventually.”
He leaned down and for the first time he kissed you. It wasn’t rushed or desperate. It was gentle. Familiar. Like home. Like your soul had been searching for something for years and it was finally put to rest.
Bonus Author's Note:
Okay so, I had like two ideas when I was thinking of what to do for this request. I know it isn't a super big confession, but it felt right in a sense. I'll probably write the other option of reader being his plus one at a friends wedding and they aren't exactly acting like friends and someone points it out and it makes them weird, but they talk about it on the way home and there's the confession and idk, it wasn't as rounded as this idea. But I'll probably write it at some point as well. And maybe add more onto this, but I hit the 1.5K word mark and wasn't sure if I should write more, but we'll shall see. I think it could be cute to do like a first date and maybe like, his POV of realizing he loves her ya know.
