a formula 1 fanfiction saga composed by 12 fanfics and written by @celemilii and @vettelsvee
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She made you decent, and in return you made her so happy...
[1] FIRST FLIGHT LOVE | George Russell
what if you meet the love of your life at an airport and never see him again?
[2] BE LOVE, BE IN LOVE | Fernando Alonso
what if you give up with love and someone comes to show you that not everything is lost?
[4] DON'T SAY YES | Jenson Button
what if the person you always dreamed of marrying is not the man you’re with at the altar but your best friend?
[5] COLD AS ICE | Carlos Sainz
what if you’re caught in a toxic relationship with someone from whom you can’t escape but the perfect getaway car arrives?
[6] SECRET DRUG LOVE | Oscar Piastri
what if the world’s most boring guy shows you that life full of luxury, alcohol and parties is not what you always wanted?
[7] SECRET SWEETHEART | Pepe Martí
what if the guy who hurt you the most begs for a second chance?
summary: Lucía is tired of falling in love over and over again so that it always ends the same way: with her heart broken. However, everything is different now. Lucía no longer believes in love, in fairy tales or in happy endings, she gave up on that. So she only has to hold on to the only thing that can give her stability, her new job opportunity as assistant to the seven-time world champion, Lewis Hamilton. For his part, Fernando is a hopeless romantic, a total gentleman and, at the same time, a first-class womanizer. But, when his path crosses that of Lucía, he realizes that she is the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with, it was instant, love at first sight you could call it. However, he hasn't stopped asking himself the same thing since he met her: how do you make someone fall in love with you who isn't willing to fall in love?
warning: this story is part of the Second Chances Saga
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At a very young age, I discovered that love is an illusion that, sooner or later, disappears without saying goodbye. It is nothing more than a mirage, revealing its falsehood the closer you get.
I never understood how love manages to wield more power than common sense, how passion overrides logic, or how it can be so bewildering that no one else truly knows how you feel when the only person you can rely on is yourself—always.
That is why, when my intuition told me to send my CV to Mercedes, the Formula 1 team, despite knowing nothing about the sport, I listened. Even when it made no sense at all.
I glance at my reflection in the narrow bathroom mirror inside the Mercedes garage before stepping outside again.
There is a dress code we must follow when we come to the paddock. According to Mr Wolff, we are the face behind the drivers—which makes perfect sense, considering I am about to become Lewis Hamilton’s shadow.
The clicking of my heels against the floor catches the attention of several people nearby, who turn to look at me with curious expressions. The only person I had met so far was Hamilton, on my first day at Mercedes' headquarters.
"Mr Hamilton, I’m sorry to interrupt," I say firmly, drawing the attention of the Austrian and the man he was speaking to, whom I believe they call Bono.
"Lucía, no problem. What’s up?" He crosses his arms and waits impatiently for me to speak.
Lewis has been incredibly kind and patient with me. I was warned he would be, but when you think of Formula 1—of the money, the expensive cars—you assume all the drivers will be arrogant. It seems one or two might be the exception.
"Interview with Sky Sports in ten," I inform him, "with Webber and Chadwick."
He pats the man’s shoulder in farewell and signals for me to follow him.
"Alright, this is what I need you to do today," he says as we step out of the tent. "When you're in the garage, keep an eye on Roscoe..."
"Your dog?"
"Yes, you need to look after him. Also—"
"With all due respect, I wasn’t hired to be a nanny, sir. I organise your schedule, set up and remind you of meetings—I’ll even bring coffee. But as much as I like animals, I’m not anyone’s caretaker."
"Fair enough," the Brit exclaims. "And you can call me Lewis, Lucía. We’re going to be spending too much time together not to be on a first-name basis."
"Of course, Lewis," I say, somewhat reluctantly.
"Now, can you grab me a Monster for after the interview?" I stare at him, waiting for him to say what I want to hear. He seems to get the hint. "Please."
I walk away from the Brit, looking for wherever I might find a Monster around here.
I started working with Lewis at the beginning of the year, so we haven’t been working together for long. During pre-season, I stayed at the facilities in England because I was "not ready" to be in the paddock—apparently, now I am.
"Excuse me," I call out to a girl passing by. "Do you know where I can buy drinks?"
"I'm looking for the exact same thing," she says. "I've never been here before."
"Yeah, same here, but my boss sent me to get one for him."
We start walking together almost without realising it, so I suppose we’ll look for it together.
"Your boss? Do you work here?"
"Yeah, I’m Hamilton’s assistant."
"You’re Lewis’s assistant!" she exclaims, as if she’s just uncovered the most fascinating thing in the world.
"Are you a fan?"
"No, it’s just... let’s say I’m seeing one of the drivers."
"Oh, you’re a WAG."
"No, for God’s sake! I hate when people say that. Besides, Sebastian and I are taking things slow."
Sebastian, Sebastian, Sebastian... Which Sebastian?
"Sebastian... Vettel?" I guess.
"Yes, exactly! By the way, I’m Violet," she introduces herself. "I’m already talking about my relationship, and I don’t even know your name."
I chuckle at how nervous she seems and introduce myself as well.
"I’m Lucía. Hey, haven’t we met somewhere before?"
"I don’t think so. You’re Spanish, aren’t you?" she notes. "I like the accent. I’m Brit."
"Oh, that’s nice."
"Yeah... I’m trying to learn Spanish," she says enthusiastically.
"I can help you if you need," I offer.
When I left Spain, I left everything behind. Friends, family, acquaintances, traditions. It wouldn’t be so bad to have someone to talk to—someone who’s in a similar situation to mine.
"Really!? I’d love that. Look," she says, pulling her phone out of her bag, "save my number. We can meet up if you like."
She gives me a shy smile, and I nod.
"There’s Seb. Come on, I’ll introduce you."
"Violet, that’s not necessary," I say as she drags me towards her boyfriend and his friend, whom I recognise from several adverts shown on Spanish television.
His gaze locks onto mine, and I don’t need words—because I see it all right there.
Fernando Alonso.
An arrogant, womanising idiot who thinks he’s better than everyone else just because he’s won two championships and because the national press idolises him as if he were some kind of god.
I know I said I don’t know much about the sport, but I don’t live under a rock.
Besides, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen him. A few years ago, my ex-boyfriend and I went to a club where celebrities often showed up, hoping to spot someone—and we did.
Fernando Alonso, with his hand under a girl’s skirt, right in the middle of the dance floor.
A truly great first impression.
"Mein Leben," the German exclaims when Violet comes into view, and she laughs like a lovestruck teenager.
"Darling," the Englishwoman greets him. "This is Lucía," she introduces me. "She’s Lewis’s new assistant."
Sebastian barely looks at me when he greets me. His eyes remain fixed on Violet, who keeps talking about how we ran into each other while looking for coffee.
The love in the blond’s eyes is evident—idyllic, and I’d even dare say nostalgic.
It looks real.
"The café is over there," Alonso interjects, still not taking his eyes off me. "I’m Fernando," he introduces himself.
"I know."
"You’re Spanish. A fan of the sport, I suppose?" he jokes.
"Couldn’t be further from it."
"Well, that’s good too," he laughs nervously. He definitely wasn’t expecting that answer.
"Violet, I have to go," I tell her. "If Lewis doesn’t have his drink by the time his interview’s over, he’s going to get annoying."
"No, wait," the brunette stops me.
"What is it?" I ask, confused.
"I..." He tries to find the right words, his hazel eyes locking onto mine as if searching for what he can’t say. "Nothing. I hope you find what you’re looking for."
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I watch Lucía walk off in the direction I pointed out a few minutes ago, fighting the urge to go after her.
"You two need to help me," I tell the couple.
"With what?" my friend asks.
"Do you believe in love at first sight?" I ask before they can even respond.
"No."
"It’s ridiculous," Violet backs him up.
"I didn’t believe in it either," I admit. "But I’ve just fallen in love with Lucía."
