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Skin Deep - LS18
pairing: lance stroll x actress!soulmate!reader sumary: the one where some people share a tattoo in the same place with their soulmate. status: on going 1/?
note: first smau of the soulmate serie with the drivers, it will be a mix of smau + writing.
youruser
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youruser another night, another stage ✨ grateful always.
fan2 she’s literally untouchable 🫶
user45 biggest star rn, no debate.
user8 can’t believe we’ve known her since before all this 😭
friend1 beautiful 😘✨
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lance_stroll
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lance_stroll some things are meant to find you.
fan1 HELLO???
user54 this is NOT subtle anymore
fan23 @.youruser you need to check this rn
user2 👀
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Your phone kept vibrating. Notifications, articles, messages from your PR team demanding clarification, denials, and a “clean slate.”
But the worst were the private messages. Among hundreds of requests, one kept repeating itself: Lance Stroll.
First a “hello,” then a “I think we need to talk,” and then nothing. Just silence, as if he, too, was wondering if you were reading.
Confusion consumed you. Why now? Why this way? You had hidden that brand your entire life to avoid precisely this: the world taking possession of what you had never asked to share.
And yet… seeing his photo, reading his words, you felt for the first time that maybe you weren't so alone in this anymore.
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The phone screen lit up with an unknown number. You hesitated to answer, your heart pounding against your ribs. You could hang up, you could ignore it… but something inside you pushed you to swipe.
"Hello?"
There was a brief silence on the other end, as if he didn't know where to start either.
"It's Lance," he finally said, his voice low and restrained. "I know this is weird. I just… needed to hear you out."
You leaned your forehead into your hand, closing your eyes. "How long have you known?"
"Always," he answered without hesitation. "I thought I'd never find you. And now… the world knows before we do."
The confession hung in the air. Neither of you knew what to make of what had just happened: two strangers bound by a mark, facing a fate they hadn't asked for.
"This doesn't mean we have to…" you tried to say, but your voice cracked.
"I know," he interrupted gently. "But at least it means we're not alone anymore."
The silence that followed wasn't awkward. It was electric.
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lance_stroll
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lance_stroll some flights feel heavier than others.
fan32 stop being cryptic challenge pls
user5 boy we KNOW who you’re thinking about.
fan98 just admit it already 😭
fan45 this quickly turns into a romantic comedy
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youruser
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youruser funny how you can feel close to someone you barely know.
fan4 no bc this screams soulmate vibes
user11 BABE WHO IS THIS ABOUT???
friend1 y’all reading too much into it 💀
friend2 so cute girl 😘
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The calls had become frequent. Always short, always careful, as if the universe were listening.
That night, as Lance's plane took off for Melbourne, a notification appeared on your screen.
Lance: I don't know why, but talking to you calms me down before a race.
You: Maybe because you don't have to pretend anything with me. Lance: And you? What do you feel?
You hesitated before writing.
You: That this scares me.
The reply came seconds later:
Lance: Me too. But I don't want to stop trying.
You rested your phone on your chest, your heart pounding. Outside, the world was still speculating. But in that small, secret bubble, the truth was only between the two of you.
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⭒ Quinn Hughes Recs Pt 2
08/19/2025
⭒ Quinn Hughes
⭒ NHL Masterlist
3 Times Quinn Almost Proposed + 1 Time He Actually Did | @quintinh43
boyfriend quinn headcanons | @homestylehughes
Caught the L-O-V-E | @corrodedcoffins-blog
Quinn only falls more and more in love after going to his girlfriends concert
PHYSICAL THERAPIST | @estapa-edwards
the hughes family all being together at quinn’s game for playoffs and they notice he’s really close to the physical therapist for the team and can tell he’s absolutely smitten
It’s Captain Now | @sc0tters
when you take Quinn out for drinks to celebrate his captains announcement you push his buttons landing you up on his bed.
Repeated Moments | @/sc0tters
you and Quinn get a chance to see that your usual summer fling works all year round.
Birthday Do Over | @/sc0tters
it’s Quinn’s birthday and you can’t help but fuel your need to see him.
day by day, year after year | @43-hugs
time flies when you're having fun, and summers on the lake fly by all too fast.
A SUNDAY KIND OF LOVE | @wineauntie
ALL I NEED IS YOU…(and maybe painkillers) | @/wineauntie
in which, Quinn knows exactly what to do when you need him the most.
Karma | @/wineauntie
where the captain of the canucks gets the entire team tickets to his famous singer!gf’s tour, only to find out that she’s in the mood to shake up some of her lyrics.
FAMILY IS FAMILY | @/wineauntie
when your daughter comes home from school crying, you and Quinn try to get to the bottom of it.
wedding bells | @fiapartridge
in which y/n and her fiancé, quinn hughes, plan their long-awaited wedding.
invisible string | @/fiapartridge
when quinn gets chosen to be one of brady tkachuk’s groomsmen, he can’t help but imagine what it would be like getting married to you…
You Are In Love | @lvrhughes
You and Quinn fall in love, and he realizes.
Best Birthday Present | @/lvrhughes
You take quinn around for his birthday before ending the night with him, becoming his favorite birthday present
Haunted House | @/lvrhughes
Jack forces you to go through a haunted house with Quinn, leading to confessions from both of you.
Lake House | @pennylanefics
quinn invites you to his family's lake house for a week to get away for a little bit
Farmer’s Market | @/pennylanefics
you and quinn tape a trip to your local farmer's market and he buys you a special present when you are distracted
Fearless | @theemporium
the five times you tried to deny it, and the one time you and quinn gave into the bond pulling you together.
We listen and we don’t judge | @oraltraditionfiction
You and Quinn do the We Listen and We Don’t Judge challenge.
Maple Lattes and Cheese Croissants. | @lilhughesy
it’s hard to not fall in love with your friend when he treats you so well and does little things like paying for your coffee.
Overprotective | @honeyslibrary
him being so overprotective
family game night | @writingwithciara
game night at the lake house. what could go wrong?
married in vegas | @/writingwithciara
on a trip to vegas one summer, y/n and quinn are forced to share a room. after a night at the casino, the two of them wake up with rings and matching tattoos, leaving them to question what their relationship really means
Kinnie with the Canucks ! | @softsunnyy
you're filming a silly trend, a "mini-blog" of your son going to a Canucks game to watch his dad play. But seeing him so happy makes you think, and all you can focus on is him.
Father’s Day Posts | @imaginesig
Quinn Hughes x Verstappen!Reader smau
It’s Not Christmas Without You | @orphicdreamers
Your seasonal depression gets the best of your relationship leading to an awkward Christmas
Waiting Room | @moodriingz
Reader works for the Canucks’ socials and has an unrequited crush on Quinn. Based off of Waiting room by Phoebe Bridgers.
Little White Lies | @letsgetrowdy43
Quinn bringing his gf to the golf course to tag along with him, his brothers, and their dad.
Heartbreak Hotel | @/letsgetrowdy43
Love on the lake— | @/letsgetrowdy43
Settling down | @/letsgetrowdy43
NOWHERE ELSE | @snuggerudsz
It didn’t matter how tired Quinn was, coming home to his family was all he needed.
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐊 | @lcvecove
in which a famous singer from vancouver reveals her crush on quinn and the internet goes crazy.
KISS | @/lcvecove
five times quinn wanted to kiss you + one time he finally did
─ 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 | @/lcvecove
quinn leads the canucks to round 2 of the playoffs and no one is happier than his best friend who is a life long canucks fan
nothing but love | @starry-hughes
the four times quinn wanted to kiss you and the one time he did.
slow mornings | @huggyhughesy
Jump Then Fall | @buttercupjosh
The 4 times everyone else thinks you’re Quinn’s romantic partner and the 1 time you actually are
asking jack to help you plan a surprise bday for Quinn | @lfghughes
Sneak Away | @hockeybabe
the one moment you and Quinn get away from the group you take serious advantage of it.
That Night in Michigan | @hockey-fics
You can feel your eyes prickling with tears, your heart racing. Quinn had never spoken to you in that way before. Never in a million years would you have expected Quinn to speak to you that way.
Couldn’t help falling in love | @uluvjay
In which you can’t help falling for Quinn
Accidentally calling your boyfriend “husband” | @brainddeadd
Five Times Quinn Proposes to His Girlfriend and One Time He Actually Asks | @/brainddeadd
Light my Love | @withwritersblock
Quinn comforts Y/N after her Instagram comments start to get to her
What’s It To You | @/withwritersblock
Quinn and Y/N are the last of their friends to get engaged
A BOOKSTORE ROMANCE | @eleutherafairy
in which the reader and quinn meet at a bookstore in the heart of vancouver!
Injury Report | @freeabortionslol
childhood bsfs to lovers, mutual pining, you go to a Canucks game during one of your free days to see your best friend, quinn hughes play. unfortunately the game results in a knee sprain. you and quinn go back to your house where you take care of him, and he realizes he can’t spend another day without you.
STITCHES | @isaadore
when quinn suffers a shoulder injury, he’s forced to work with you.
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FALLING — Quinn Hughes x fem!reader (kiwi universe)
previous part. au masterlist

summary: quinn hughes is falling, tumbling and spinning into his demise, and in search of answers he turns to those he trusts; his brother and a bottle of whiskey.
note: I’ve received so much love for this fic, and it’s making my heart swell, thank you 💗
warnings: MDNI, 18+, excessive consumption of alcohol, angst ig?

Quinn Hughes liked to remember good moments when things got bad. When things spiralled out of his control and sent him falling into the depths of his own despair.
The first was typically the moment he first played hockey. He was young, probably too young to even properly remember but he recalled the feeling, that overwhelming feeling that everything felt right and meant to be.
The second moment was when he was bestowed the honour of becoming Captain of the Canucks. That swelling feeling of pure pride that his efforts hadn't gone unnoticed, that people trusted him enough with the title.
The third, and most recent moment was that night with you.
He wasn't quite sure what had made you stand out like a life raft in treacherous seas…but maybe it was your soft laughter ringing out around the chaos of his room or the way the warmth within your eyes seemed to rip right through the layers of uncertainty he’d built up around himself. He had never felt quite so understood or so effortlessly connected to anyone within a matter of minutes and for that night, the constant pressure of hockey, the unending self-scrutiny of his every move, and the weight of the world had lifted.
That night, naked and loosely wrapped in his sheets, the two of you had talked between water breaks, about everything and anything. He remembered how you listened, really listened, as he spoke, never once judging, only offering what he needed. You had rested your head on his shoulder, pressing chaste kisses to the skin of his neck.
Strangers who understood each other.
Whenever the darkness threatened to completely consume him, and when the roar of the hockey crowds felt more like a gilded cage than a celebration, Quinn would close his eyes and remember that night. He would remember your faint touch, the way you made him feel anchored even as everything else drifted.
It acted as a reminder that there was more to life than the game, more to him than his last name and the number on his jersey.
You’d left his apartment hours ago, yet Quinn hadn’t moved on from the conversation.
He sat on the floor of his apartment’s kitchen, a half-drunken bottle of whiskey in his hand as he stewed over the last conversation he’d had with you.
You were pregnant.
You were pregnant with his baby.
Maybe his baby.
A maybe baby, Quinn stifled a drunken laugh at the fleeting thought before he helplessly buried his head in his hands.
The kitchen floor felt startlingly cold against his legs as he tried to pull together his thoughts. He’d never felt so many contrasting things at once— fear, anger, disbelief and a slight hint of joy had all clashed inside his soul in a vicious whirlpool, threatening to pull him under.
Quinn took another swig of whiskey, the burn doing little to dull his pounding heart.
He had spent his entire life planning and preparing for every scenario on the ice, but nothing had prepared him for this.
Your words echoed in his mind like a torturous mantra along with the ghost of you and your touch.
You’d looked so defeated, as you told him, your voice shaky and terrified. He’d wanted to hug you to his chest and reassure you that everything was okay but his world had tilted on its axis, forcing him to remain rooted in his shock.
He remembered the way you looked at him, not with accusation, but with a certain fear that somehow made it all feel the more real and terrifying.
And your number!
That damned number that he’d misread.
He’d spent weeks moping over the fact you’d given him a seemingly fake number, only to find out it was a mistake on his part?
The world had it out for him.
It must’ve!
He would’ve called you. He would’ve asked you out, taken you out, kissed you, held you.
And that was ripped away from him…and now, you were pregnant.
Quinn raised his head as he looked around his dimly lit kitchen, the silence closing in on him. He took another gulp of whiskey, regretting it immediately as it burned its way down, making his head spin even more.
He stood up unsteadily, the bottle slipping from his grasp and clattering loudly to the floor. He didn’t care about the mess. What mattered was the decision he needed to make.
Quinn took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He’d given himself a few hours to sulk and stew but he couldn’t do this alone any longer. He needed to talk to someone. He needed to at least get it off his chest.
He stumbled towards the living room, searching for his phone. He found it lying on the coffee table beside the pregnancy tests that you’d left behind. He faltered, his eyes frozen on the tests as he sank down onto the couch and dialled a number.
The phone rang several times, each dial tone stretching out the silence, pulsing with his anxiety.
Just as he was about to hang up, there was a click on the other side.
“Quinn?” Jack’s voice was deep and groggy, evidence that Quinn had probably woken him up. “What’s up? It’s late.”
Quinn hesitated, his mind racing as he tried to find the right words.
“Quinn?” Jack prompted again, he sounded more alert now, the rustling of sheets sounding from the background.
“Have you ever gotten someone pregnant?” Quinn suddenly slurred, his eyes lingering on the tests.
There was silence on the other end as Jack’s breath caught in his throat.
“I…no, I haven’t,” Jack stammered, “where’s this coming from, Q?”
Quinn stared at the ceiling, his vision blurring at the edges as Jack's question settled in the air between them. He didn't even know how to begin, didn't know how to unravel the mess of emotions tangled inside him.
"She’s pregnant, Jack," he finally said, his voice cracking under the strain of holding back tears. "Or she might be…It's all a bit messed up."
Jack's intake of breath was audible, the silence stretching as he processed the information.
“Okay," he spoke slowly. Quinn had never really heard his younger brother sound so serious. "Take a deep breath, Quinn. We can figure this out."
Quinn could almost see Jack sitting up in bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, trying to piece together the screwed-up puzzle his brother had just thrown at him.
“I don’t know what to do,” Quinn admitted, his voice tinged with panic. “I never planned for this. I never thought..." his voice trailed off with a croak. "I was careful.”
“I know, Q,” Jack’s voice was quiet, comforting, so unlike his usual joking self. “But look, I’m glad you called. What did she say when she told you?”
“She was scared, didn’t know how I’d react.” Quinn closed his eyes, the memory of your fearful expression flashing in his mind. “And honestly, I didn’t know either. I was just... shocked. I don’t think I handled it well.”
“It’s a lot to take in, man,” Jack sighed into the receiver. “No one expects you to have all the answers right away. Don’t be mad…but is it definitely yours?”
Quinn’s heart clenched at the question.
“I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “We only spent that one night together…but she said she hasn’t been with anyone else since then.”
“Okay, well, that’s something, but Q, you need to talk to her again.” Jack considered, “You both need to figure out what you want to do and you need to know more before you can decide anything." There was a pause before he continued. “This is huge, man, and ignoring it won’t make it go away. Surely there’s some sort of paternity tests they can do when someone’s pregnant.”
Quinn nodded, even though Jack couldn’t see him. His brother was right, surprisingly. He had to face this head-on, for both their sakes.
“Do you have her number?” Jack asked with concern etched into his voice.
“I misread it the first time,” Quinn let out a short, humourless laugh. “Thought she gave me a fake one, but it was my mistake. She gave me the correct number when she came by to tell me about…this.”
Jack sighed again, a common theme for the conversation it seemed.
“Alright, then call her in the morning and see up a time to meet and talk. You need to know for sure.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Quinn bit down on his lip, feeling his panic mellow ever so carefully into a manageable ball. “I’ll call her tomorrow. We need to talk about this properly.”
Quinn felt a flicker of inexplicable gratitude for his brother. He was meant to be the big brother with all the answers, he always was, but now, Jack had temporarily taken up the mantle and remained in his corner to make him feel a little less alone.
“Thanks, Jack,” he mumbled, his voice thick with emotion. “I ‘preciate it.”
“Hey, you’d do the same for me,” Jack replied and Quinn could hear a hint of a smile in his voice. “And whatever happens, you know I’m here, right? Just call.”
“Yeah, I know,” Quinn swallowed the lump in his throat as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I know this is a big ask but can you…can you just not tell anyone?”
“This stays between us,” Jack confirmed before Quinn half-heartedly thanked him again and hung up.
As the call ended, Quinn’s heart felt like it was being squeezed with a tight fist. He sat forward on the couch in an effort to try to focus his mind on the steps he needed to take.
He would call you in the morning, ask to meet, and from there..?
He didn’t quite know.
Quinn unsteadily rose from the couch, gripping the arm for stability. His life might have been spiralling out of control, but he couldn’t let it crash. In fact, he was going to take back the reins, starting with you.
Before he moved away from the couch, Quinn gently picked up the pregnancy tests, cradling them in his hand. His eyes lingered on the double blue lines as he stumbled his way to the bedroom.
Within his room, he softly placed them on his bedside table before he sunk into his empty bed, letting his heavy-lidded gaze settle on the tests.
Tomorrow, he would start to piece his life back together.
Not just for his sake, but for the sake of you, for the sake of the family he might be about to start.
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These are some of my favorites to read so in honor of the new year heres a gift from me to you ★. in no particular order!!!
Oscar Piastri
“(Not so) Invisible String” @scuderiahoney
“stick around” ^^^
“silent connections” @gguk-n
“Ah…” @goldsbitch
“soulmate- first words ask?” @vivwritesfics
Lando Norris
“soulmate- hearing voices ask?” @vivwritesfics
“hands off” @gguk-n
“hypochondria” @goldsbitch
Charles Leclerc
“The one” @gguk-n again!!!
“meant to be” @mariclerc
“past lives” @goldsbitch
Max Verstappen
“hearts attached” @butterflyexe
“in the mind of another” @pierregazly
“What? How?” @gguk-n so technically this one has no name but a poll decided it was max so…
Lewis Hamilton
“to hell with duty” @pucksandpower
“fate accelerates” @gguk-n
Basically if I didn’t include a driver you like… @gguk-n has a whole masterlist here that’s good!
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🫱🏼🫲🏼ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴋ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1: ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀɪᴛꜱ🫱🏼🫲🏼
ꜰ1 x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ʟᴀɴᴅᴏ ɴᴏʀʀɪꜱ ᴀᴜ | ꜱᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇꜱ + ʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ + ꜰᴀᴛᴇ
⚠️ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:
ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ: ʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ, ʟᴏɴᴇʟɪɴᴇꜱꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏꜱᴍɪᴄ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ
ᴄᴀꜱᴜᴀʟ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ʙʀɪᴇꜰʟʏ
ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪɴᴀɴᴄɪᴀʟ ꜱᴛʀᴀɪɴ
ꜱᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋ ᴛʀᴏᴘᴇ / ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ
ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴜʟᴀ 1 ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀʟ-ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴄᴄᴜʀᴀᴛᴇ
In a world governed by laws and logic, there existed one singular mystery that refused to be explained: soulmates.
No one knew when it began, this strange phenomenon that linked two souls across the wide tapestry of life, but everyone accepted it. Every child was raised knowing that somewhere out there, someone existed whose touch would alter the very fabric of their being. The moment it happened was unmistakable. A pulse would ripple through their chest, as though something ancient and waiting had awoken. And then came the mark, etched into the skin of the inner wrist, a design unique to each pair. Two mirrored marks on opposite arms, like matching pieces of a puzzle finally locking into place.
Some people searched for years. Others met their soulmates at five years old in the playground, brushing hands over a sandbox castle. A few unlucky ones touched the wrong people for decades before stumbling into fate. And the rest? They lived in quiet patience, or despair, waiting for a moment they couldn’t control.
Lando Norris was still waiting.
He had touched many hands in his life. Hugged fans, kissed girlfriends, high-fived teammates. A world-traveling Formula 1 driver had no shortage of physical contact. But none of them had changed him. None had left a mark.
He’d begun to think maybe he was broken.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried to fall in love the old-fashioned way. There had been a time, maybe two years ago, when he genuinely believed it could’ve been her. A girl from Monaco, with a laugh that echoed through his ribs and late-night calls that bled into race mornings. But no mark ever came, no surge of recognition, just a love that fizzled out like stale champagne.
And it didn’t help that everyone around him seemed to have found their person already.
George Russell had found Carmen during a shoot for Mercedes; she was managing part of the wardrobe team, and when George tripped over a cable and Carmen caught his arm, it happened. The spark, the breathless silence, the mirrored marks. Now they were inseparable.
Alex Albon found Lily Muni He during a sponsorship dinner in Shanghai. She hadn’t even meant to attend—it was a last-minute replacement gig. When she handed him a glass of wine, their fingers brushed. The glass shattered on the floor. Everything else stayed whole.
Max Verstappen and Kelly Piquet weren’t traditional, but they’d known each other through the paddock for years. The first time they actually touched, Max was helping her down from a hospitality truck, and suddenly, there it was—the unmistakable pull, the flood of something deeper.
Even Charles Leclerc had found Alexandra. A childhood friend who had moved to Marseille, only to return years later for a funeral. They bumped shoulders in the church hall. Their bond had been dormant, waiting, perhaps, for the right time. But it had been there all along.
Carlos Sainz met Rebecca during a skiing trip in Austria. She’d crashed into him on the slopes. Quite literally. And when he helped her up, laughing, they both stopped. Mouths open. Wrists glowing.
So when Lando saw them—all his friends, teammates, brothers-in-arms—building lives, finding love that was backed by cosmic certainty, he smiled. But the smile never quite reached his eyes.
He was always the one left behind.
That’s why he took what he could get. The attention. The women. The ones who didn’t care whether they were soulmates or not. In clubs, at hotels, on weekends off. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to wait for the real thing. He was just tired of waiting alone.
He filled the void with noise, kisses, laughter that didn’t linger. But every night, when the doors were closed and the room quieted, his wrist was still bare. And no matter how many bodies he held, the space beside him always felt cold.
Sometimes he forgot he was still waiting.
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On the other side of the continent, (Y/n) Kairi had no time to wait.
She didn’t live in a world of champagne and paddocks. She lived in Piraeus, Greece, in a modest but warm house overlooking the sea. Her mornings began with the quiet crackle of her mother’s old radio and the shuffle of bills on the kitchen counter. Her nights ended with aching feet and hands stained from cleaning offices or waiting tables. Three jobs. Two hands. One dream, for her younger brother to have a chance she never did.
Ajax Kairi was a star on the rise. Barely fifteen and already racing like he was born with an engine stitched into his spine. His eyes were fire. His talent was raw. And every time he put on his helmet, (Y/n) felt like she was watching all their sacrifices become something solid.
Their family wasn’t poor. Not exactly. Her father worked maintenance at a local shipyard, and her mother had once been a nurse before her heart began to weaken. But racing was an expensive dream. Tuition at the academy. Suits. Travel. Equipment. It all cost more than they could afford.
So (Y/n) made herself small to let her brother grow big.
She skipped birthdays. Postponed dentist visits. Let go of anything that wasn’t essential. And she worked. Hard. With her head down and her heart tucked away where no one could reach it.
Her friends, two women who had known her since university, used to call her a romantic. They remembered how she used to read poetry on the beach and talk about what her soulmate might be like. But life had changed her. Hardened her. Stripped her soft edges.
Now, when her friends spoke about their soulmates, one met hers in a quiet bookstore, the other during a ferry ride from Santorini, (Y/n) only smiled. Not out of bitterness. Just resignation.
“I don’t have the luxury,” she’d say. “Not right now.”
And they understood. Because her love wasn’t idle. It moved. It labored. It poured itself into Ajax’s career and her family’s survival. That was her calling—for now. If fate had something more planned for her, it would have to wait.
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That Friday, everything changed.
It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t even loud. It was just a text message.
Aj: “Guess what. McLaren just moved me up to F2. My first race weekend with them is Austria. Can you guys come? Please?”
There was no hesitation. They booked the flights that night. Packed the bags. (Y/n) requested emergency leaves. Her mother insisted on coming, too, even with the travel strain. Her father grumbled about work but didn’t protest.
They arrived the day before Qualifying. Friday afternoon in Austria was bright and clear, the paddock humming with anticipation. F2 wasn’t as grand as Formula 1, but the energy was electric nonetheless.
Ajax looked like a different person in his McLaren development suit. Taller, more focused. When he ran into his sister’s arms, helmet in one hand, grin splitting his face, (Y/n) nearly cried.
“You’re here,” he whispered. “You actually came.”
“Of course we did,” she replied, brushing his curls back. “You think we’d miss this?”
The family stayed until sunset, walking the paddock as guests of the team. She didn’t know yet that her presence had been noticed.
Lando had been in the McLaren garage next door. Sweaty from practice. Reviewing data on a tablet. Someone had mentioned Ajax’s name in passing.
“That’s the Greek kid,” someone had said. “Fifteen, insanely talented. Just got pulled from Formula 3 six months ago. His sister’s here too, apparently.”
That last part registered like background noise. Lando didn’t look up. Not then.
But the wheel had already started turning.
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Saturday arrived with a different kind of tension. The paddock buzzed with qualifying nerves. F1 drivers were prepping for their own sessions. F2 teams scrambled through the narrow garages. Engineers called out lap times. Reporters weaved through the maze.
And somewhere in all of this, fate waited patiently.
(Y/n) had barely slept. She spent most of the night pacing their hotel balcony, staring at the stars. There was something strange about the air here. Like change hung just beyond her reach.
She didn’t believe in signs. But she couldn’t deny the weight pressing on her chest.
Ajax had a brilliant Qualifying session. Top five. His engineers clapped him on the back. McLaren senior staff gave nods of approval. And through it all, (Y/n) stood at the back of the garage, pride blooming across her face like the dawn.
Still, she hadn’t noticed the way people were looking at her. Curious. Subtle glances. Whispers.
They knew something she didn’t.
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Back in the main McLaren garage, someone nudged Lando during his debrief.
“Kid’s sister is here,” the engineer said. “You should meet her.”
Lando didn’t understand why that mattered. But Ajax had impressed everyone lately. The kid was quick, respectful, sharp. So Lando nodded.
“After quali,” he said.
He didn’t know why he was curious.
Just a teammate’s family.
Just another fan.
Just another person.
He had no idea.
That within hours, within minutes, everything would change.
That the woman who would stop time was already in the building.
That the mark on his wrist, the one he had convinced himself would never come, was about to burn itself into existence.
But that was for later.
For now, she stood on the edge of the paddock, watching her brother through the barrier, completely unaware that destiny had just taken its first step toward her.
And Lando? He was still laughing at something one of the mechanics said, sipping water, wiping sweat from his brow—completely unaware that the next time he reached for someone’s hand, it wouldn’t be forgettable.
It would be forever.
To be continued...🧡
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📝 Note from the Author: After many days of hiatus, I’m finally back, my dear Alarwynnites! The past few weeks have been packed with school activities (and probably caffeine-fueled breakdowns over deadlines), but I’m so happy to return to this story-world with you all. Thank you for being patient while I disappeared into the academic void!
This chapter? Whew. Let’s just say… Lando is in his ✨ emo era ✨ and (Y/n) is deep in her eldest daughter-core survival arc. You might need a hug and a glass of sparkling water after this one. Or maybe a soulmate of your own. 😌
To all of you who continue to read, reblog, like, or comment, thank you from the depths of my writer heart. Even if you’re a silent reader just peeking through the tags: I see you. I appreciate you. Your presence here still means the world to me. 🧡
With love, me 🧡
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How I feel after skipping past all the smut in a fanfic cause I’m only in the mood for fluff

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I was reading a one shot where y/n was Lewis's soulmate, the connection was to write something in the palm of the hand and have it appear in the other's palm in addition to sharing tattoos and now I can't find it :(
Please help
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