Thinking abt race driver!Flambae and mechanic! Robert
Thinking about Flambae who insists he doesn’t need one because he can do it himself.
Thinking about Flambae seeing Robert in action and subtly changing his mind. He can deny he likes the guy, — poorly, — but he can’t deny the wheels are smoother.
Thinking about Robert fondly rolling his eyes when he finds atrociously written notes left in his toolbox.
‘Lunch w/ me >:D asked beef already’
‘u burnt yourself?? fucking idiot. come see me’
‘shop at 12. stay over. i’m getting that trophy for you. ‘
Thinking about Flambae going on a winning streak and everytime he runs out of his car, he goes to raise Robert on his shoulder first.
Thinking about Flambae wearing a blue wrench and a puppy sticker on his helmet.
But he gets stubborn. He gets cocky. He gets impatient. He wants to win for everybody, but he wants it on HIS terms.
And they fight. Speed over quality, safety over glory.
“I don’t know what you wanna do to yourself,” Robert refuses to change that smoking tire. “But I want no part in it.”
Flambae punches in gear first.
And as Robert watches him burn down and tumble in the ugliest crash he’s ever witnessed, he decides he never wants to see it again.
And Flambae will be damned if he doesn’t wait in front of Robert’s favorite supermarket everyday and convince him to come back.
That man and his guilty sunset eyes can follow him all they want. He doesn’t care.
“Your fingers were fucking gone,” Robert hisses under his breath. “And the only thing you asked me was ‘what’s my time’.”
“…Bob-Bob, I’m gonna win better next time.”
And Robert says absolutely nothing. He just tells Flambae to fuck off.
If he still holds onto his wrist to convince himself that Bae’s here, and he’s safe, and he’s alive? That’s his problem.
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