iamnotceleste

[iamnotceleste]

100% accurate depiction of me admiring Daveed Diggs btw

[iamnotceleste]

who is your favorite dancer? (me without thinking) Daveed Diggs in Hamilton!

[iamnotceleste]

Don't discriminate between the sinners and the saints

Pairing: Philip Hamilton x Burr! reader

Warning: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATHS (you've been warned)

A/N: my fav song titled!!! this can be read as a 2nd part to Blow us all away, also as a standalone. sorry not sorry for the heartbreak.

The willow tree became your favorite spot. Every night, for the past half year, you and Philip would meet there at midnight. There was so much risk sneaking out of the house without alarming your father. But these rendezvouses were worth it.

You wait impatiently all day, daydreaming about Philip, his company, touches and kisses. Your father has noticed your airy personality over the days.

He sees you joining breakfast with a skip in your step and decides to ask, "You alright, my dove? I see you are more than content these past few days. Is there something I should know about? Or rather someone? " You take the glass to your mouth to hide your small smile. "I don't know what your talking about." Your father smiles. " You know when I started courting you mother I was as starry eyed as you are now." "Dad! I'm not starry eyed at all!" "Uh huh, sure." Your father laughs heartily. "Alright, alright. There is someone I've met. And he's a gentleman. Not like those other obnoxious men. I'll tell you who he is when it's the right time." You finish with a blush on your face.

Your father's eyes twinkles. " Okay. As long as he makes my daughter happy." He reaches out to squeeze your cheeks. You smile.

That night as you were waiting under the willow tree, tightening your cloak around you as you felt a chill breeze past you from the lake. Suddenly you felt two hands closing your eyes from behind. You almost yelped as Philip breathes near your ear, "Guess who?"

You take his hands away from your eyes, turning around to face him as you lower the hood of your cloak. "Philip! You scared me!"

Philip chuckles. "Sorry my love, couldn't pass the opportunity."

You roll your eyes with a smile. Standing on your tiptoes, you press your lips to him. Philip returns your kiss just as eagerly.

You pull apart and look up at him. "I have something to tell you." Philip chuckles lightly. "I have something to tell you as well. But you go ahead first." You narrow your eyes slightly then start. "My father suspects I'm seeing someone. He asked me about it today. I told him I'd introduce you when the time comes. He said as long as I'm happy he doesn't mind." Philip smiles and takes your face in his hand. He looks in your and whispers, "And do I make you happy, my love?" "Yes" you breathe out, "More than I've ever been." "I'm glad." He presses a kiss to your forehead. You sigh contently. Then you remember. "Wasn't there something you wanted to tell me as well?" You can see Philip hesitate but he starts. "I asked George Eacker to a duel tomorrow at dawn."

You cannot believe your ears. Philip looked down at his shoes unable to meet your burning gaze. "Philip, tell me you are lying! Why would you do that!"

"You know he disgraced my father's name on the 4th of July. And he doesn't like me for ruining his chances with you last winter ball."

"Philip, he never had a chance with me anyway. This is not a reason to risk your life!"

"I know but I must guard your and my father's honor."

You embrace him in a tight hug, resting your head on his chest. "I cannot lose you." You say with feeling a stone in your throat.

Philip rests his chin on top your head and hugs you back. "You won't. I'll come back to you, I promise. And when I do, we can tell our families about us."

You smile through your teary eyes. "I love you." "I love you more, my love."

"A Hamilton? It was a Hamilton you decided to court? Were you out of your mind?"

Today was Philip's funeral. He didn't come back from the duel. You heard the news when he was already gone. You haven't been yourself after that. Crying your heart out, locked in your room. Today dressed in black, you finally came out. You finally told your father about Philip. And he was losing his mind.

"No! I was in love!"

"You couldn't have found anyone else in this city? You had to fall in love with Hamilton's son?" your father yells.

"Yes! I don't care about your political fued-" you try to say through your tears. "How could you betray me like this?" Your father looks at you with wide eyes, waiting for your answer. "Forgive me, but I remember it was you who taught me about love! It was you who told me that love doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints! Then why now?"

He looks at you baffled. You don't wait for an answer. You're getting late to see your love one last time.

The funeral was nice. You sat at the end and saw it all. Saw the Hamiltons at the front, Eliza sobbing relentlessly, Alexander stone-faced, your love resting in an open casket. You even saw the burial from afar. Most people have left after sharing their condolences after the burial. That's when you finally approach the headstone.

Philip Hamilton 1782-1801 loved son, brother, grandson and nephew

Your heart breaks as you let out a sob. Nowhere it says lover. Why would it, you were never given the chance to announce it.

Eliza seems to have seen you, you can see her coming near through your tears. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Hamilton. I'm so so sorry." You sob as Eliza takes your face in her hands. "Your the girl Philip used to write poems about, aren't you?" You look at her face to see she's smiling sadly. You can't help but break down on her.

Later that day, you found your father waiting at home for you. He sees your state and immediately opens his arms to embrace you.

"I'm sorry for your loss, my dove. And I'm also sorry for how I reacted this morning. I just didn't think if he is capable of protecting my daughter." "He said, he was dueling Eacker for guarding my honor." You say muffled in his embrace. "Seems like I've judged the young man too early." You look up at him. He truly seems to be sad. You tell him about a decision you made.

"Dad can I ask you for something?" "Anything my dove." "Can you send me to France? I can't stay here dad." Your father looks at you to see if you are serious. You are so he nods after thinking a while.

Aaron Burr is standing under a willow tree, looking at the lake beside it. He can still hear them all in his head.

I'm sorry for your loss. Your daughter was a wonderful woman. I can imagine how hard it must be for you.

Liars. They can never imagine how it felt losing the only anchor in your life to a shipwreck. Not only that but never even getting to bury her because her body has been lost at sea forever. He looks at the sky and imagines he's talking to his daughter.

"I've learnt something new, my dove. Death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints. And this time, it was you who taught me that."

[iamnotceleste]

Blow Us All Away

Pairing: Philip Hamilton x Burr! reader

Warning: misogyny, some inappropriate words..tell me if you find anything else.

A\N: here ye here it is! Longest work of mine... Feedback is appreciated!

"How about when I get back, we all strip down to our socks?"

You couldn't help rolling your eyes. There was Philip Hamilton, trying to woo yet another bunch of swooning ladies. Such an over confident flirt.

He was the son of Alexander Hamilton, your father's greatest enemy. And also, your academic rival. Quite ironic how that turned out.

See, you both just graduated from King's College. After your mother died, your father raised you alone. While you did learn French, piano and dancing, your father made sure you also learn Greek, Latin and mathematics. Things that were considered only for boys to learn.

It wasn't easy, trying to find your place somewhere people don't expect to see you. But you've grown up having strong ideals and revolutionary beliefs. As your father always says, someday you would blow them all away.

And you did! Got into King's College as their first female student and got out with unbelievable results. It was there, you had the mis(fortune) of meeting Philip Hamilton.

While others tried to undermine you for being a woman, it was never Philip.

Instead he would always get under your skin by trying to be better than you.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy your bickerings. You finally felt equal.

Philip had seen you roll your eyes at his antics. He's coming your way.

"Stalking me, Burr?"

You laughed in his face. "Let me remind you that this is a public marketplace, Hamilton. I've come here to shop, not everything surrounds you."

"Oh really? Then why'd you roll your eyes at me huh?"

"Your desperate and sad attempts at flirting wasn't worth more than an eyeroll. I can see how low you can go for attention."

He seems to be getting worked up. You almost felt triumphant. Almost. Just then you saw that he was starting to smirk a little.

"Or maybe you're just jealous it's not you whose attention I'm seeking."

You narrow your eyes at him. His smirk grew. Gosh you wish you could just slap that stupid smirk off his face.

"I'd love to continue this annoying coversation. But I have much better things to do than standing here wasting time talking to you." You say turning your back to him and walking away.

You can hear him chuckle behind you. It infuriates you even more.

"Well, at least tell me whether you're going to the winter ball!" He yells.

You only turn to glare before storming away.

The thing you absolutely hate after becoming of age, are the seasonal balls. Dressing up and acting shy to attract possible courtiers should be outdated in the 19th century!

But no, these men wanted you to be absolutely astonished when they tell you about their achievements. Oh hello? You're on their level too? Just because all the jobs created by men are for men doesn't mean you are unintelligent!

You'd often tell your father the pathetic attempts of men trying to court you. He'd laugh at how you sized them up so quick.

But unfortunately he can't save you from these tedious social duties.

So here you were, standing by the walls, trying to avoid meeting anyone. Hoping the evening will go by quickly. Your luck seems to be running short this time. A certain George Eacker is making his way to you.

"Good evening, Miss Burr. I must say you look absolutely exquisite."

You send him a tight lipped smile. "Thank you, Mr. Eacker."

"Perhaps I can ask you for a dance?"

You groan internally but nod your head. He leads you to a cornerside of the ballroom and you two began to dance.

You roll your eyes subtly as he goes on and on about how good of a lawyer he is. As you're spinning you see Philip across the room watching you two.

You take time to stare at him and how good he looks with his formal suit on and curly hair down. Missing his banter now that a talkative bastard is talking your ears off.

"But I realized I need a woman's touch in my life. So miss, will you accept the honor of courting me?"

You've never been more disgusted in your life. Who does he think he is? You take your hand out of his as you tell him no on his face and turn to walk the hell away from him.

But he catches your wrist and pulls you back to him. "Come on, I promise you won't regret it."

You try to pull your wrist out of his hand but he has a firm grip. "I already said no! Now-"

"Mr. Eacker! Let go of Miss Burr right now!" You turn to see Philip, his hands balling into fists by his side.

Eacker hisses but reluctantly lets go off your hand. "Ah, Hamilton! How about you mind your own business yeah?"

"Trust me, Eacker. You don't want a scene to happen here." Philip holds his glare as Eacker looks between you two and eventually walks off.

Philip finally releases his fists and takes a deep breath. Then he turn to you. "Are you okay? He didn't do anything did he?"

You only stare at him in disbelief before running outside in the garden. Philip runs after you. "Wait!"

You stop and turn to face him. He stops a few steps in front of you.

"I didn't need you to save me. I was completely fine handling him on my own."

"Yes I know you could. But-"

"Then why? You just thought oh look a damsel in distress! Let me go and save her! I'll let you know that I have been handling these kind of bastards since college." You raise your voice.

"But that doesn't mean you should have to handle them! They should never bother you in the first place!"

"Since when do you care about little old me?" You realize you're almost chest to chest with him now.

"Since the first time the I met you! Since the first time you spoke to me all those years ago in college with wit and sarcasm dripping from every word. I remember how everyone around you neglected your intelligence but you proved time and time again how you're smarter than them all. Your resilience, your strength, your beauty is fucking amazing..You are fucking amazing!goddamnit, I love you!"

Philip's chest rises and falls as he's trying to stop his racing heart. He looks down to see you staring up at him with shock. He tries searching for something in your eyes.

"I understand if yo-"

You cut him off by kissing him. Philip widens his eyes before kissing you back. The kiss isn't heated but still full of passion. You both break apart out of breath.

"I love you too." You say connecting your foreheads.

Philip chuckles as he moves a trand of hair behind your ear and plants a kiss on forehead. You finally open your eyes.

"But our families don't like each other. I doubt they'll be happy with this."

"They must be once they see how in love we are with each other. Until then I'm willing to court you in secret if you grant me the honor."

You smile. "Of course, meet me at the willow tree at the south corner of the lake? Tomorrow at midnight?"

He kisses you one more time.

"I'll meet you there, my love." A/N: Read part 2 - Don't discriminate between the sinners and the saints

[iamnotceleste]

You guys, I finally watched Hamilton the musical (the film obvi..) And omg it was so damn good! Lin-Manuel Miranda is a fucking genius. And talk about my timing. They performed Hamilten at the Tony Awards just 2days after I watched it..

For watching a musical for the first time, I'm glad I chose this one. Soooo I was thinking about writing some Hamilton fics??

P.S: truth to be told, I only got curious to watch it because of the LH44 edits with the song Non-stop XD.

[iamnotceleste]

Please carry me, carry me home

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x reader Warning: Major character death, just a lot of heartbreak and angst in general, no use of anyones name just pronouns. A/N: Here is the first angst piece of mine. I'm quite proud of how it turned out. The ending is a bit sloppy. Let me know what you think. She's been there for him. Through the racing, through the highs of winning, lows of discrimination, critics of all kind, all the way to F1.

It hasn't been easy for him and she knows it. They're both from middle class families, both coming from a small town. Big names don't take people like them seriously. But he's proved himself. Again and again. She's been by him this whole time supporting.

That was more than enough he needed. To know someone believed he could do it.

"How do you have more faith in me than I do myself?" He'd ask her, knowing it must be tiring keeping up with all this pressure.

She'd just smile and say, "Because I see you. Working harder than any other racer. Even though life hadn't always been in your favour, that didn't stop you from chasing your dreams. Faith in you comes naturally to me. I just know you'll become a great if not the greatest racer in history."

He'd listen to her and smile. These small things she does for him makes him believe in himself a little more.

"I love you," he'd say.

She's been there for him.

For his debut in F1. He couldn't believe he'd made it. She'd just grin and give him a look as if to say I told you so.

After one of the greatest F1 debuts of all time, he'd kicked off his second season with a title fight. Media have started to look for anything that could be made in a headline. Not only on track, off track too.

He knew the team meant well. When they told him a rising name like his shouldn't be around an unknown girl like her anymore. They didn't know that he loves her too much to tell her that. They didn't know he'd already planned marriage, kids, growing old with that unknown girl.

So, he didn't tell her what the team told him. Instead, he said something about focusing on championship winning, needing a break from the relationship.

She understands. She always does. Or else she wouldn't have stuck around with him in this fast paced life.

So yeah. He didn't tell her the real reason, but she understood. Didn't hurt less though. It's okay. Real love hurts like that.

She's been there for him.

Not outwardly but in her heart. Still. He'd already started dating a singer. Someone who was on his level. Everyone started to call this woman his soulmate. Look how much support this woman gives him. Look at how happy they are together.

Alas. They forgot this woman was also an actor. And he did perform a few times in his primary school theatre club.

She's been there for him.

Even when an incurable disease hit her. The chemos were too expensive. Did you forget she was still the middle class unknown girl? Her family couldn't afford it. They wanted to call him. He was a big star now. Surely he could've helped her.

But she was too stubborn. Or maybe she loved him too much.

So she sat in the dimly lit dull hospital room with few months left in her. Still hearing about the records he keeps breaking. The name he's making for himself. She couldn't be more proud.

She's been there for him.

Unlike the woman his team keeps insisting is good for his public image. He's stopped caring now. His heart still belongs to that unknown girl he'd long since lost contact with.

One of these days, he plans to go back to her and apologize. He knows he's been selfish. Hopefully he'll win her back. He'll drop down on one knee with a ring that had her and his birthstone on it. He'll make her the mother to their children. He'll build a home with her. He won't care what the media or the team or anyone for that matter says. He thinks he still has time left.

He's in his head as he's jogging and runs into someone. He looks up to see it's her little sister. The one who used third wheel him and her on their dates. She's grown so much. He smiles.

She doesn't look very happy upon seeing him. He's confused but asks her how she is.

She reluctantly answers him. He ignores it and asks, "How's she doing?"

Her sister looks baffled. And suddenly very angry. What? Can't he even ask her that?

" I knew you were capable of hurting. Didn't expect to see you have lost every bit of humanity in you! you weren't there when she needed you! You think it's funny to joke now?" she almost screams.

He grows more confused by the second. "What are you talking about?"

Her sister goes to storm off but stops in her tracks. He genuinely looks like he doesnt know anything.

"You dont know?" she whispers.

He doesn't know what to say. His heart pounds as he's thinking of every single possibility.

"What-what don't I know?" He stammers out. She looks at him with pitiful and tear rimmed eyes. His insides churn.

"She died two years ago."

He laughs. He must've heard her wrong. Or maybe it's a joke. How ironic considering she was the one telling him on his inhumanity.

But she doesn't crack. Instead her bottom lip wobbles. It hits him she's not joking.

No, no, no. He's feeling nauseous. It can't be true. It isn't. He refused to believe it. What do you mean the love of his life is dead? How could God do this? The cross tattoo on his hand mocks him. He's been too selfish.

He breaks down on the sidewalk.

She's She'd been there for him.

But he hadn't.

And he has the rest of his life to carry the regret of ever letting go off his home.

[iamnotceleste]

It's hard to make a conversation when (s)he's taking my breathe away

Series Masterlist: You know how to ball, I know Aristotle

Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr. x YN Sage

Warning: none

A/N: Feedback is appreciated.

It's almost the end of the year. Half-term exams are coming up.

You're so stressed. Juggling co-curricular clubs and studying together.

Just as you entered your first class of the day, you see some guys huddled around hollering, cheering and talking loudly.

You place down your bag on your seat and turn to your friends.

"What's going on?"

"Haven't you heard? Carlos won the Asia Pacific KF3 title last weekend."

"Oh I didn't know that...That's amazing!"

"Of course you didn't know. A little gaze up from the books would do you a world of good."

You roll your eyes. "I don't keep my head in books all day."

Your friends scoffed. "Yeah sure. Whatever you say."

Amused, you smile a little. "Fine but did you study for todays physics test?"

Immediately all your friends looked at you with worrying eyes.

"What physics test?"

"When did she say anything about a test?!"

"YN YOU GOTTA HELP US!"

You are full on laughing now. "I'm joking. I'm joking. Oh my god, you should've seen your faces."

All of them groaned. "It's not funny, YN."

You keep laughing. "Okay, sorry. But you people should really start studying."

Just then Senor Alcatraz enters to take his class.

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As you exit from the debate club room, you see Carlos by the lockers. You wanted to congratulate him earlier on but he was surrounded by his friends. So, now it seems like the perfect opportunity.

"Hey!"

Carlos turned around. Looks like he didn't expect you. "Oh uh...Hey.."

Seeing his reaction you faltered a little. "I just wanted to congratulate you on your title win. I'm sure it's a big moment for you."

He keeps staring at you, like he didn't hear you correctly.

You both keep staring at each other. The silence is getting deafening. After more than what's considered normal, Carlos finally seems to snap back to reality.

"Tha-thank you! Yeah! It means a lot..Thank you.."he stammers through.

Silence settles again. You don't know what else to say.

"Umm..I guess I'll see you around then."

"Uh yeah see you around!"

You turn around to leave.

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Carlos has never been more embarassed in his life. He winced as soon as you left and slumped against his locker.

"Shit man."he says covering his face.

He knew he had a crush on you. He's had it since 6th grade. You're smart, kind, beautiful.

He stares at you in class more than he would like to admit. He doesn't want to look like a creep, he just likes to admire you sometimes.

But after today, he's pretty sure you think he's a creep.

To be honest, he was kinda hoping you would come and congratulate him.

Don't get him wrong, he's quite humble in his daily life, but it's not everyday you win an international title at just 14. He was basking in praise. All day long his friends, classmates, teachers...alot of people came to congratulate him.. but you.

And now when you finally did, he made a complete fool of himself.

You seemed to take his breathe away. He saw you and forgot how to operate.

He didn't know it had gotten this bad.

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Okay that was certainly an awkward interaction, you think as you're walking back to class.

Although you were in the same class, you two never really had a conversation. He hangs with his friends and you with yours. So your paths don't cross often. But it's not like there's anything wrong between you.

You just wanted to congratulate him and possibly talk about how awesome it is that he karts on international levels and tell him how you're sure he would become a top racer in the future.

But all of that went nowhere. You'd think you've offended him somehow with how he was looking at you with his big, pretty brown eyes, which have long dark lashes too, they're mesmeriz-

Wait.

Pause..

What?!

You flush instantly. What are you thinking?! He's your classmate for goodness' sake! You can't think of him like that. He may be quite the looker and has very soft fluffy hair-

No.

You definitely do not have a crush on Carlos Sainz Jr.

(Yeah sure)

[iamnotceleste]

And when you find everything you've looked for, I hope your love leads you back to my door

Series Masterlist: You know how to ball, I know Aristotle

Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr. x YN Sage

Warning: Menstruation?

A/N: Can you guess what she wants to be when she grows up? I made her familiar with Blanca too. Don't blame me I'm on my period too. This is the longest I've written I think..As always feedback is appreciated!

Your school turned up with a new idea called Career Advice Session. Basically, they brought career experts to your school to have a one-o-one conversation with every student from grade 6 and up.

If you already have something in your mind and why you want to pursue that field then you can just tell them and they'll give out advices on how you can go that way step by step.

If you didn't know what you wanna do then they'll ask about your interests and suggest careers based on it.

You liked your schools initiative. It's a different and good approach for the students' future. And good thing, you also have something planned out.

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You grew up in Barcelona. You were born there. You went to primary school there. Being an only child, the friends you made were all you knew. If someone asked you, you would've never wanted to move from Barcelona. Ever.

You only moved to Madrid because of your papas job.

Your papa works in the aviation sector. When you were little, he once took you to Josep Tarradellas Barcelona-El Prat Airport, where he worked at that time.

He gave you an exclusive tour of the plane hangers. It was all so cool seeing the planes sleeping in their houses. Some still had work to do. Others probably going to be used as parts for making new aeroplanes.

You watched as the engineers and mechanics ran around. Making sure the plane is perfect to be flown next time.

Wright brothers invented the first aeroplane. It's so amazing to live long enough to see how far machines have evolved.

Not only commercial, you also saw smaller weird shaped planes that made very loud sounds when they flew. And they flew very very fast. Your papa said they're used by the air force.

It was a day that was deeply engraved in your memories.

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It's currently tiffin break. Your session will be next period. Honestly, you're kinda nervous. All sorts of thoughts are running in your head as you wash your hands in the school washroom.

"Oh no no no. Come on. Not now!" A distressed voice came from one of the stalls. You looked around to find which one.

You debated whether you should knock or not. Well, she did sound panicky. So you did.

Knock knock

"Um, occupied!"

"Yeah, I know. I just heard you panicking and are you okay?"

"Yeah! I'm alright! There's nothing to worry about."

"Are you sure? Do you need any help?"

"Uhh..My period arrived unannounced..And I don't have a pad on me."

"Oh! I have one. You can use it."

"Thank god. Think you can pass it to me under the door?"

It was one of those stalls where doors didn't reach the floor so you slid a pad under it.

You heard a sigh of relief.

After a minute an older girl emerged from the stall.

"Thank you so much! You're such a life saver."

"Don't mention it. Happy to help a girl out."

The girl smiled. "I'm Blanca."

"Nice to meet you. I'm YN."

"Nice to meet you too. You know I was so worried cause I have the career session next period and now the river decides to flow red."

You laughed. "Yeah just one of the perks of being a girl. I have my career session next period too."

Just then the bell rang.

"Oh well, now I guess. I've got to go. Bye."

"Yeah me too. Thanks again! Bye."

You both waved and parted your ways.

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You arrived to your designated room and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

"Hola."

"Hola. Come take a seat. You must be YN Sage. I'm Dr. Bernoulli."

"Thank you, Dr. Bernoulli."

"You're welcome. Now, let's start, shall we? First of all...Do you know what you want to be in the future or are you a bit confused?"

You think a little before answering.

"Yes. I think I know what I want to be."

[iamnotceleste]

But don't you know you're really gonna be someone...ask anyone

Series Masterlist: You know how to ball, I know Aristotle

Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr. x YN Sage

Warning: none

A/N: I don't know how facfic writers write thousands of words! I can't even go beyond a hundred. But anyways, here's the next part!!! Feedback is appreciated<3

You're papa had been a fan of F1 since you can remember. On sundays (if it's a race weekend) he would sit down in front of the tv and cheer for Fernando Alonso.

As a little kid, you didn't really understand the complexity of the sport. You just liked to sit and watch colourful cars going around in circles. But now that you're older, you are quite fascinated by it.

Well, more fascinated by the mechanism actually.

It's amazing to see how intricate the engineering of these cars are. How much hardwork is put in to make them go 300 mph but still be in control of the drivers. Just how easy it is to change the complicated tyres and front wings under a second.

And the drivers are no less than superhumans. You'd be lying if you said you aren't a fan of Fernando Alonso, Spain's pride and joy. Winning 2 WDCs is no ordinary task.

Their dedication is real. You'd know cause you've seen someone like that up close. In fact, he's in your year.

Carlos is fully committed to his F1 dream. Which you found a little odd considering his dads a rally champion. But nonetheless you applaud his commitment. He attends school on weekdays and then he runs to race during weekends. Most of the time it's outside the country even. You're quite impressed how he keeps up with both studying and racing.

[iamnotceleste]

Take a deep breath, girl

Series Masterlist: You know how to ball, I know Aristotle

Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr. x YN Sage

Warning: none

A/N: Here I wanted YN to meet Carlos's sister..but shh they dont know yet. Sorry for posting late. I had exams. I also did some research on spanish curriculum. Its more complicated than I thought.. But I'll try to make everything as real as possible. Feedback is appreciated.

"Yeah, I'm just going to pick up books for the next period from the lockers and I'll be right back," you told your friends as you finished up with your tiffin. You walked through the hallways to the lockers.

As it was tiffin break, everybody was in the cafeteria or playground. You were thinking of what homeworks you'll need to be doing that night when a sob startled you. You focus back to see a young girl was crying on the floor near the lockers.

"Hey are you okay? What happened?" The girl looked up but was too distressed to say anything.

"Hey it's okay, it's okay. Take a deep breath. Follow me. In and out. In and out. There you go."

The girls eratic breathing slowed down a little. "What's your name, nina?" "Ana" "Well Ana, you want to tell me what's wrong?"

"My project broke," Ana said while pointing to what you just noticed, a mini town model. "Oh no" "I kept it in my locker but now I come to find the street lights are broken. I have to show it next period," Ana sniffled.

You felt bad for the girl. "Let me see if I can help." "I don't know if you can, my papa did the lights. There's a lot of wire stuff." You smile at her words. "May I try?" Ana nodded so you took the model in your lap.

You look through the wires, twisting and connecting and voila! The lights are on again.

Ana looked absolutely thrilled. "Thank you, hermana! Thank you so much!" You couldn't contain your own smile to see her so happy.

"It was nothing. Now go and be careful so it doesn't break again!" "I will" She said happily skipping back to her class. You took your books and went back to class, happy to have helped out a younger student.

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"Ana, querida, how did your project submission go?" Senor Sainz asked at dinner. "It broke before the class even started." "Then! What did you do?" Senora Sainz asks.

"I didn't know what to do. But an older girl came and helped me fix it. She was really sweet. I got an A in the project." Ana replied. "That's good. Well, who was she?" Blanca asked. "I don't know."

"She helped you and you didn't even ask for her name? That's rude Ana." Carlos said as a mean to tease her. Ana felt bad.

"It's okay. If you meet her next time ask for her name and say you're grateful alright?" Senora Sainz said. "Yes, mama."

[iamnotceleste]

proof he actually does hold pens or markers between his middle and ring finger

[iamnotceleste]

We were both young, when I first saw you

Series Masterlist: You know how to ball, I know Aristotle

Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr. x YN Sage

Warning: None

A/N: HERE IS THE FIRST PIECE! let me know what you think.. And I know they are supposed to speak in Spanish as they're both spaniards. But English is my second language and I don't speak Spanish. But I'll add some google translated phrases here and there as it progresses.

"Can anyone tell me a country in the southern hemisphere?" Carlos looked up from his doodling of a kart as Senor Alcatraz asked. A tiny hand raised slowly. "Yes. YN, go ahead." "Australia" "That is correct. Thank you YN. As I was saying..." Senor Alcatraz's voice drones out as Carlos looks over at you.

You've just joined British Council School this year in 6th grade. And for these few months, Carlos has been observant. He doesn't think he's seen you without your nose in some book. That explains how you're getting top marks in all subjects. You're quite reserved. But not in an arrogant way. If your peers are struggling you are kind enough to help them out. That has made you popular among their year. Not to mention you are very cute too. The thought makes Carlos smile a little and he goes back to his doodling again.

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"Why is he holding his pen like that? How is that convenient?" You think to yourself as you watch the boy doodling away without listening to Senor Alcatraz. But he's holding his pen between his middle and ring finger! Did his parents not teach him how to hold a pen?

Oh you know who the boy is. How can you not when he's dad is a two time rally champion, Carlos Sainz Sr. The boy is his only son Carlos Sainz Jr. You've heard he's started driving in minikart too. That is very cool and all But seriously he should reconsider his pen holding ways, you think shaking your head and going back to Senor Alcatraz's lecture.

[iamnotceleste]

You know how to ball, I know Aristotle

This one might be different from usual fanfics. It's going to follow Carlos and YN (Spaniard) through their pre teen, teen, young adult and adult phase. BUT YN is going have her own storyline too. And it's going to be hella cliche so try not to cringe.

PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT THESE ARE ALL FICTIONAL. I DON'T KNOW CARLOS SO THIS IS ONLY MY IDEA OF HIM.

Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr. x YN Sage

Trope: Highschool sweethearts

2006

We were both young, when I first saw you

2007

Take a deep breath, girl

Don't you know you're really gonna be someone, ask anyone

2008

And when you find everything you've looked for, I hope your love leads you back to my door

It's hard to make a conversation when (s)he's taking my breathe away

[iamnotceleste]

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New writer here. I really love reading fanfictions. But sometimes it's hard to find exactly the types I'm craving to read. So I start imagining stuff and it spirals out of control and creates its own universe. Why not share these imaginations here? I know people like me here will (hopefully) appreciate it. Plus it'll also improve my writing skill. Two birds, one stone! I'll mainly write about MEN (real and fictional) that I'm infatuated with at the moment. But keep in mind these infatuations don't always stick. So I might stop writing or start new imaginations. As a new writer, I'm also figuring out my boundaries, so please be kind. And feedback is appreciated. Thank you for your time.

I've written about:

Formula One

Carlos Sainz Jr.

Lewis Hamilton

Hamilton the musical

Philip Hamilton