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slutforvoldy · 3 months ago

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“ IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT. ” ( ollie bearman ! )

SUMMARY: wherein a secret relationship between the reader and ollie unexpectedly unfolds

word count: 1.4k

warnings: secret relationship, forbidden love, getting caught, mentions of y/n

pairing: ollie bearman x wolff!reader

YOU WERE RAISED in the world of Formula 1.

The roar of engines, the scent of burnt rubber, the flashing cameras in the paddock—these were the sights and sounds of your childhood. Your father, Toto Wolff, had built a dynasty within Mercedes, and by extension, you had spent your whole life at the heart of it. Strategy meetings were as familiar as family dinners, and race weekends were your version of holidays. But while you were surrounded by the best of the best, young drivers with all the potential in the world, your heart had settled on someone else.

Ollie Bearman.

He wasn’t part of the Mercedes team. His team was one of the weaker outfits in Formula 1, struggling to climb out of the midfield, and that alone made him a rival in your father’s eyes. To Toto, Ollie was nothing more than another driver with little chance of breaking through. But that wasn’t the real issue. Your father had already set his sights on another driver—someone he believed was perfect for you: Kimi Antonelli.

Kimi was a prodigy, talented and promising. He was everything your father saw in a potential suitor. A good influence. A future champion. And in his mind, he was the right choice for you, although you barely even considered him more than a friend. Your father believed he was the one you should be with.

But Ollie was different. Ollie wasn’t perfect in the eyes of your father. He wasn’t the one who’d be a champion on the track, at least not in the way Kimi might be. But in your heart, Ollie was all you wanted, and the last thing you wanted was for Toto to find out about the secret you were keeping.

It was always at night when you met Ollie.

You both had agreed upon this. It's much easier without all the media frenzy, people's prying eyes, and the paparazzi's camera flashes.

The moments between you two were fleeting, always stolen under the veil of darkness. The hotel rooms, the rooftops, and the quiet corners of the paddock were where you found solace. The real world, the one full of expectations, paparazzi, and race strategies, stayed outside. Here, there was just you and Ollie, with no eyes watching, no judgments waiting. Only fleeting moments where you could just be.

Tonight was no different.

You slipped past the hotel lobby under the cover of darkness, hood pulled over your head and eyes on the floor. You had gotten good at this—the sneaking, the hiding. It was second nature now. But even as you pushed open the door to Ollie’s hotel room, you could feel the familiar rush of exhilaration hit you.

“Thought you might back out tonight,” Ollie grinned, already sitting on the bed, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you. “Good to know I’m still your favorite.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile. "I don’t think I’m supposed to be sneaking around at this hour."

“You say that every time,” Ollie laughed, standing up to greet you. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer. “But you keep doing it anyway.”

“Of course... I want to see you,” you admitted, your voice soft.

You leaned in, pressing your lips to his, letting the soft pressure melt away the tension of the day. The thrill of it was undeniable—the secrecy, the forbidden nature of it. It was your own secret little world where nothing else mattered, even if you knew the moment daylight arrived, you would have to slip away again.

The rule was simple: leave before dawn.

That was the only way to keep your secret safe. Once the cameras came out, once the press woke up, everything would unravel. So when the first light of dawn started to creep into the room, you knew it was time to go.

You pulled away, looking back at Ollie with a sigh. “I should get going. Sun’s almost up.”

“No, you’re not allowed to go,” Ollie teased, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer again. “Not without one more kiss.”

You laughed softly, pressing your lips to his one last time before reluctantly pulling away. You stepped toward the door, adjusting the hood on your jacket to make yourself look as inconspicuous as possible.

You slipped out of Ollie’s room, your heart racing in your chest as you tried to stay quiet.

You both made your way down the hallway, walking fast but not fast enough to attract attention. You could feel the weight of the night in your bones, the lingering sense of danger, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone might be around the corner at any moment.

But then you heard it—footsteps.

Ollie tensed beside you, and your body instinctively froze. You could hear the faint echoes growing closer, the sound of footsteps coming toward you down the hallway.

“What do we do?” You whispered urgently, panic bubbling up in your chest.

“I don’t know! We can’t just stand here!” Ollie’s voice was filled with anxiety now. “We can’t let them see us, especially not you! You can’t—”

“I don’t know! What if it’s someone from the team?” You whispered-shouted back. “Or worse, a paparazzi!”

“Shh!” Ollie hissed, looking down the hallway. “They’ll hear us! Just stay quiet. Stay hidden.”

Ollie stiffened beside you, his hand instinctively grabbing yours. You held your breath as the footsteps grew louder, echoing down the hallway. There was no mistaking it—someone was coming.

“Y/N,” a voice called out.

You stiffened in panic. It was your father.

Toto Wolff.

You felt Ollie’s hand tighten around yours, but neither of you dared to move.

You turned slowly, your heart sinking into your stomach as you saw him standing in the hallway, arms crossed, looking at you with an expression that was part disbelief, part concern. His gaze flicked to Ollie, then back to you. There was no hiding it now.

“What are you doing up at this hour?” Toto asked flatly.

“I—uh, I was just heading back to my room, Dad." You swallowed. "You’re up late,” you added, trying to distract him from the fact that he had caught you red-handed.

Toto didn’t miss a beat. “So are you.” His gaze flicks from you to Ollie. There was no mistaking the recognition in his eyes, and your heart plummeted in your chest.

Your stomach twisted, but you didn’t know what else to say. The silence stretched out, thick and suffocating.

You quickly glanced at Ollie, and he met your eyes, panic written all over his face. You both exchanged a look, desperate to come up with a plan to make it seem like this is not what it looks like even though it definitely is.

“Get back to your room,” Toto continued, his voice calm but firm.

You hesitated for a moment, but his gaze never wavered. You knew better than to argue. Slowly, you nodded.

“Goodnight, sir,” Ollie said quietly, his voice respectful but also carrying the weight of their unspoken rivalry. He nodded at Toto before glancing at you one last time.

You watched Ollie leave, the door clicking softly behind him. Your father’s gaze didn’t leave him, and for a moment, it was like there was a silent exchange happening between the two men. A moment of understanding.

“I told you not to get involved with him,” your father finally said, his tone still impassive.

“I’m not a child anymore, Dad,” you replied, your voice quiet but steady. “I can make my own choices.”

Toto exhaled, but the tension seemed to ease in his features just a little. “We’ll talk about this later.”

You nodded, turning to head back to your room. You couldn’t look back.

The next day, you waited for the inevitable. You knew your father wasn’t one to brush things off. But when he found you again in the hotel lobby, he surprised you with his approach.

“You want your relationship to remain private?” Toto asked, his voice steady but carrying an edge of finality. “Then make it better. No more sneaking around, no more late-night rendezvous. I can’t support something that’s all secrets.”

You stared at him, unsure of how to respond.

“But if you’re willing to face the consequences,” Toto continued, “if you’re willing to stand by it and make it right, then I can support it. You’re not a child anymore. You don’t need to hide.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest, a mixture of relief and anxiety.

“So... you approve?” You asked cautiously.

Toto gave a small nod, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly. “Just make sure you’re ready for what comes with it.”

You let out a shaky breath. “I am. I’m ready.”

And just like that, the weight of the world seemed to lift off your shoulders. You no longer had to hide.

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rjunhuang · 3 months ago

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how the harry potter boys would react to you hooking up with someone else.

featuring: harry potter, ron weasley, draco malfoy, fred weasley, george weasley. part two.

warnings: lowercase intended. gender neutral reader. informal writing?? they're a bit toxic.

note: can you believe i wrote this in 2023? it was an unfinished draft featuring more characters. i might make a part two w them included. also i do NOT like draco lol so i'm a little biased when i write him. honestly send in some requests on what other prompts you'd like to see w them

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harry! he'd highkey be so salty about it. at first, he's just completely off put and hurt by the thought of you going out with someone else. HE THOUGHT Y'ALL HAD SOMETHING GOING ON </3

his literal initial reaction would be, "oh.. montague, huh.. hm uh.." before walking away from the conversation all together.

if you're a dumbass, you'd assumed he's just incredibly awkward when it came to hearing about other people's relationships, but supportive nonetheless. oh, you're wrong though. he walked off because he had no idea whether to be angry at himself for not pulling any sooner or at you for choosing someone slimey as graham montague to swap spit with or maybe just montague himself.

the longer this fling lasted, the more comfortable harry would be about expressing his distaste on the whole relationship. he'd given you lectures about how you shouldn't like those type of slytherins. you'd probably lost track on how many times he had indirectly called montague ugly.

he would visibly show attitude whenever montague interrupted a conversation between you two. eye rolled and scowled like crazy, but he doesn't want to step the line as he's just seen as a friend by you —

"hey, mate, can't you see i'm trying to have a chat with her?"

he'd have dreams about hexing the shit out of graham though. maybe he'd slyly done it in the middle of class when no one's looking too.

if you accuse harry of doing so, he'd simply just shrug, "don't look at me." but would add a silent, "he had it coming though."

it's like a silent warfare between him and montague soon enough. both of them would be throwing attitude around when you're lowkey oblivious to it all. harry won, obviously, and this would be the breaking point - montague had enough of dealing with harry so he'd just ended things with you. of course, harry's going to comfort you if you do get sad about it —

"i just don't know why he'd do this out of nowhere." you sulk under the hold of harry, both sitting on an empty hallway's staircase. harry has his arm wrapped around you, rubbing your shoulder. "yeah, wonder why.."

he'd had a massive ego boost knowing he was the reason graham montague won't go near you anymore. literally would have to hide his smirk the entire time when comforting you. but he wouldn't be harry potter if he wasn't ending it with a snarky comment. he's not sure whether you'd slap or kiss him for it, but he surely wouldn't mind it being both.

once you and harry finally ended up together, the thought of montague wouldn't even cross his mind. he wouldn't care less about some random troll-looking fool. probably didn't even notice the dirty looks from montague because his eyes are on you. you had his undivided attention.

ron! he'd thought it's some sick, twisted joke. you'd told him the news that you're hooking up with cormac and just watched ron's face morph from being mortified to plain old disgusted. regarding situations like these, i think ron is a bit emotionally immature so he definitely wouldn't react well.

it had been saturday morning and almost everyone fifth year and above were recovering from a wild friday night common room party. that was the first night you hooked up with mclaggen and this morning, on the way to the great hall, he had pulled you aside to suggest making it a common occurrence — "some fun, no need for any strings attached." were his words. you had brought this up in the table during breakfast when hermione pointed out your flushed expression. the news leaves everyone shocked, but most especially ron. hermione had opened her mouth to begin reasoning with you, "i don't thin—" "THAT'S DISGUSTING!" ron wouldn't even beat around the bush, cutting off hermione. his mouth would be full with scrambled eggs and toast since he had stopped bothering to chew the moment you mentioned the word 'hooked up'. you'd mutter back a petty, "bold coming from the git with his mouth full." obviously hurt by his words.

it only worsened from that point onwards. the beautiful friendship you had with ron would crumble in a matter of time. it's constant fights with you two, ron's almost waiting for a reason to scowl or scoff whenever you're around. good luck even mentioning cormac in front of him, he'd just burst. the jealousy was so undeniably obvious yet you'd be so caught up in the anger of all of it to even realise. had it been someone less athletic than cormac, ron would've jumped him the moment he found out.

he'd be a petty little bitch but all the dramatics are to hide his insecurity. of course you'd chosen the conventionally attractive hunk over him. he'd be pretty rough on himself because of it; it's pure heartbreak for him. he'd never admit it but he's cried once or twice after storming off from a fight with you.

the end of your friendship with him would be in a final argument. merlin knows how it started, you never do. but almost a month into your fling with mclaggen, you've grown tired of ron's immaturity. so this time, you ask him.

"why are you even so pressed about this?!" you'd shout to ron. to which he'd counter with, "because he's a dim-witted fool who's only going to hurt you!" the frustration was unbearable as you lick your dry lips, raking a hand through your messy locks. ron is standing opposite to you, chest heaving from the intensity of the situation, yet he shamelessly takes a glance at your lips. "then if you're such an expert at this, tell me who i deserve to be wit—" ron must have a knack for interrupting others because he pulls you into a kiss, frowning as he does so. it's his final desperation for you to just hear him out. and you do, you kiss back and you're hit with the original passion you've always felt for him that these fights had blinded from you.

it's the end of your friendship and the beginning of a romance.

draco! draco's love language is definitely cliche bullying. without a doubt, he doesn't know how to show affection to anyone at all so you two would definitely be enemies of some sort. i think he'd lowkey be oblivious to the fact that he's straight up mean to you but you've literally had enough of it. you'd had a crush on him since your first year together probably and eventually you caught his eye as well — except for all the wrong reasons. he grew a knack for constantly belittling you in some kind of way even remotely possible to him. though, in his eyes, he always saw it as flirting and you being into all of it. you accepted the attention for what it was and grew to expect his taunts during classes. shamelessly, you did enjoy the fights the two of you shared. however, 'banter' could only last for so long and you eventually grew insecure of the words spat from malfoy. your friends encouraged you to move on and you finally decided to take their word. you supposed you had a type for slytherins, seeing how harper soon enough came into your life. he was a good distraction from malfoy to the point that even the (apparently natural) platinum blond took notice of your distancing. you stopped countering draco's remarks with snarky quips nor did you even bother to spare a glance at him anymore. draco hated the feeling he failed to recognise as heartbreak. he was so caught up in this feeling that he ordered crabbe and goyle to snoop around and find out what changed about your life. it didn't take much investigating to discover the budding romance between you and harper. draco was far more distraught than he thought he'd ever been about the news - but what malfoy's goons failed to communicate was that you and harper were barely anything serious.

despite that, draco was consumed by emotion. his immediate reaction after his minions left his dorm room was to owl his father with a letter demanding to expel harper from hogwarts. lucius' response, though, was an eerily formal letter telling his pissbaby of a son to never waste his time with such nonsense again. in other words, his father had completely shrugged him off. thus, draco hopped onto the plan b — which was to gang up on harper with his goons. draco liked to claim no one is on his level enough to be his friend, however, he had grown to like harper before this situation arose. they both shared interests in quidditch and shaming others of their blood status.

soon enough, he had been on harper's case, constantly mocking the other slytherin boy whenever draco found the chance. it was no secret draco had a superiority complex over the fact that harper was the reserve seeker on the slytherin quidditch team whilst draco himself was the main seeker — so this became draco's number one target towards harper.

"your girl couldn't get the real thing so she opted for the knock off instead, yeah?" draco would sneer, adrenaline pumping from the audience that had surrounded him as he insults harper. he tosses a few kicks at the fallen over boy before crabbe and goyle take over with more aggressive ones. he'd snicker at the sight of the dishevelled harper, adding one more comment before walking away, "don't worry, she'll be running back to me soon enough."

fred! if you think fred weasley's demeanor would even remotely falter at the news of you hooking up with someone else, you are wrong. even the fact that the special guy was viktor fricking krum wouldn't be able to stop the ginger from continuing to shamelessly flirt with you. fred's mindset was the literal definition of 'never back down, never give up'. he was not going to let you go simply because krum was snogging you on the sides.

it's lunchtime on a wednesday where majority of hogwarts is present in the great hall, along with the selected students of beauxbatons and durmstrang. you were seated next hermione granger at her designated house table, discussing the slight change in the structures of the upcoming exams. so deep in your conversation with the girl, you had somehow failed to notice the presence of the infamous weasley twins with lee jordan right by their side — obviously. fred is the one to interact with you the most whilst the other two gryffindor boys do their own thing. the older twin's hand is pressed down on the table, leaning his whole body weight against it as he hovers over you. you notice a peculiar shadow cast beside you and turn your right, immediately being greeted with a wickedly grinning weasley. you can't help but notice the veins and slight muscle peeking through his rolled up sleeve from his dominant arm being supported by his weight. hermione, having read the room, turns around, joining a conversation with neville longbottom and ron weasley. "hey, love." fred spoke up, almost purposively being loud enough for others around to take a quick glance. you tense up at the publicly proclaimed nickname, and though you have heard it leave his mouth several times before, this time there is a bulgarian national quidditch player who might just overhear. it doesn't take more than a second for you to spot viktor, who's looking right to your direction, obviously having heard and seen fred. the muscle in krum's tense jaw twitches as he sharply watches the two of you, while on the other hand, fred's gaze on you hasn't budged. in fact, he lifts his left arm up, fixing the position of your head to face him with the grasp on your jaw. "eyes up here, angel." he instructs before going on a tangent about how professor sprout had seperated him and george during class.

to say viktor krum wasn't pleased with fred's public display of affection towards you would be an understatement. apparently in durmstrang, they do things a little differently — such as rounding up your friends and beating up whoever crosses them, rather than the usual duels at hogwarts. so the sight of a bloodied fred entering your dorm had you leaping to your feet to question and aid him. despite the cuts around his face, fred's cocky smile never left his face. clearly he didn't get krum's message, seeing how he took every opportunity to hold your waist as you wiped the cuts clean off his face. krum truly wasn't getting to him. merlin, he seriously enjoyed pissing the guy off.

or so you thought until you caught onto fred's sudden interest in constantly pranking krum and the durmstrang boys. at first you assumed this could be revenge for ganging up on fred, but then you watched the weasley during one of his quidditch practises. beaters already had such an aggressive role — yet in your handful of years knowing fred, you'd never seen him play this aggressive. it was honestly impressive really, how he managed to keep a cool demeanor until he, well, couldn't.

george! george never could understand what had gotten into you to start hooking up with adrian fucking pucey. seriously, all george could think about was how closely pucey resembled to the troll his younger brother and friends fought during their second year. despite his thoughts, he never uttered a single word out loud. he was far from supportive of the relationship but he did his best to stay respectful — maybe you were in an 'i can fix him' phase. though george had no idea how anyone could remove the definite troll genes from the slytherin.

so sure, george kept his mouth shut and a respective distance from the whole relationship ... wrong. oh, come on, there's always a twist with the weasley twins. see, whilst publicly he was an angel .. behind closed doors and alone with you was a whole other wizard. the guy knew if he were to harass pucey with his pranks and stand against him, you would only push the ginger away. he didn't even want to risk such a thing. yet, he still wanted to be close enough to remind you of how much he cared. solitary moments with you begun gentle — he didn't want to cross any line, but still needed to have some sort of idea of where exactly that line was. it wasn't out of the ordinary for just the two of you to hang out — you were best friends after all. however, the more days spent with you, the more flirtatious george grew to be around you.

what starts with light touches on your elbow, soon grows into the two of you laying on the common room couch together, your head on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around you as he talks sweet nothings with you. it was the same old george before you met pucey — how can you ever walk away from this? almost having read the room, george's gaze flickers onto your lips, the talk from him slowly dying out despite the fact that he hadn't even completed his sentence yet. your brain grows fuzzy at the sight of george slowly leaning in, your own gaze fixated on his lips. it was unfortunate that adrian had to step into your common room during that tender moment, clearly in search of you. knowing him, he was in need of some snogging right now. the darkening look in his eyes as he spots the two of you clearly highlights his distaste towards the whole scene. he had practically marched over to the couch, grabbing george by the collar as he slams him onto the nearest wall. you have to admit, the height difference of the five foot nine pucey compared to george's six foot three makes the whole interaction look a lot more silly. "fuck you doin' with my girl, weasley?" snarls adrian, his irish accent thick with rage. yet george seems less than phased, his arms raised as a smirk grows onto his face. "if she was your girl, mate, she would have pulled away." george calmly adds, glancing at you behind pucey with the most flirtatious eyes known to wizard kind. you can't help but feel stunned at the look, almost melting. "want to be the judge of this, darling?"

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