#casanova fanfic

[super-predictable98]

Masquerade (Casanova x Reader)

Word count: 1,1k

Warning: smut

A/n: This is a request I got last year and I'm so sorry it took me so long. With work and the holidays, I ended up a bit overwhelmed. I hope you like it though and thank you so much for the request 🧡

[Masterlist]

"Are you sure you can't tell who I am?" You asked your friend as you both stood in the corner of the ballroom.

It was a masquerade and while your shyness usually kept you from attending big events like this, it was different this time. You were hiding behind a silver mask, you were free from the prying eyes... or so you thought.

Before you could reach for a glass of wine, another hand went for it before you. A strong masculine hand yet somehow delicate.

"Allow me," the gentleman handed you the glass.

"Thank you..." You accepted it and before you even realized, your friend had vanished, leaving you alone with the masked stranger.

"May I ask what is your name?" He kissed the back of your hand gently.

"Uh- I was hoping nobody would ask," you chuckled nervously.

"Alright then, no name. I can work with that, Princess," He quickly took his mask off, not too fond of hiding himself and his best features. "I am Giacomo Casanova."

"Casanova? Really?" Your eyes grew as you recognized the name everyone had been repeating. "You are so different than what I expected."

"Really? How so?" He asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"I thought you'd be... less pleasant."

"I don't know if I should be flattered or offended," Giacomo laughed. "Thank you though."

Giacomo had a talent, a special skill to make people feel special. He knew how charming he was and he was happy to use his God-given gifts to enchant everyone he met.

"So... being the Casanova, I imagine you only want one thing from me?"

"Oh yes," he smirked and winked, kissing up your hand to your forearm, reaching your shoulder, your neck, and finally your ear. "A dance."

That request was innocent enough, you couldn't say no to those big blue eyes and that smile.

Giacomo guided you to the dance floor and placed his hand on the small of your back while the other gently caressed the back of your neck.

"I do not think we've ever met before, I would remember your eyes. I would remember you scent and the warmth of your body, the sound of your voice, the graceful way you carry yourself," he mused.

"You are right, our paths have never crossed before," you confirmed.

"I do pray our paths will be intertwined from this moment on..."

"I do not think you would be too pleased with the face that hides under my mask."

"That is bollocks! I am sure you are lovely, every woman is lovely in their own way. I've never in my whole life met a single woman whose beauty I couldn't appreciate."

After dancing some more, swaying around the room without having to worry about your insecurities, Giacomo leaned in and tried to steal a kiss, you quickly backed away with a little yelp.

"Sorry, so sorry," you mumbled. "I just, I feel like I can't breathe..."

"It is quite crowded in here, allow me to escort you outside. You can get some fresh air and-"

"Are you just trying to get me alone?"

"Even though I would like nothing more than being alone with you having our the stars as our witnesses... I promise on my life and my honor, I won't do anything you are not comfortable with."

It was easy to believe him, he sounded genuine because he was. There was never a more honorable and truthful man in Italy. He could be a scoundrel at times, but an honest and upfront one.

The garden was like a fairytale, a labyrinth of hedges and trees, colorful flowers everywhere bathed in silver moonlight.

"You should take your mask off, miss, it might help you breathe," Casanova suggested.

You thought for a moment, it was somewhat dark and you didn't feel like he'd judge you. The mask was really a tad suffocating, so you took it off.

"It does feel better," you admitted.

Giacomo stared at you for a brief moment and smiled as if he had a great revelation.

"You are even more beautiful than I imagined, a face like yours should never be hidden," he gently caressed your cheek. "Such perfection, the lips, the eyes, the nose. I could get lost, whoever made you believe you're not a masterpiece is a fool."

Nobody truly had made you feel insecure, you simply looked at other women and thought they were so much more beautiful... but none of that mattered, not when Giacomo looked at you with those awestruck eyes.

"I'm not all that," you chuckled. "You've had so many women, I'm just... me."

"What a wonderful thing to be," he murmured before leaning in again to kiss you, this time you let him.

His lips are so soft and gentle, but leave a burning trail when they touch your feverish skin. His tongue tastes of wine and desire, you had never felt like this before.

"Would you like to see more?" You asked, feeling suddenly bold.

"I'd be honored to," he chuckled as he slowly unbuttoned your gown.

He explored your thighs under the soft cotton chemise and your breasts under the stays. He knew exactly where to touch and how to touch, but still he made you feel like his very first lover.

Giacomo pulled his shirt off, and you smiled, reaching for his trousers.

"Oh look at you, what an eager little thing," he teased. "Go on."

Seeing him like that lit a fire in you, you pushed him gently down on the bench and climbed into his lap, straddling him. You slowly sank, taking his hardened length in until your bodies became one.

"You're a dream..." Giacomo moaned softly. "Please let me know your name."

"Y/n."

"Y/n," he repeated with a grin. "Just as beautiful as you."

When your lips found his a spark ignited in your chest, the pleasure growing inside you the more you heard his sinful sounds, riding him seeking your own satisfaction.

"Y/n, I'm... close," Giacomo whispered.

"Me too," you whimpered, your fingers running around the dark hair on his chest. "I want to- finish together."

He nodded holding back until he felt your velvety walls contract around him, he knew quite well when a woman reached her climax and he always felt so accomplished when he was able to provide them with such a feeling.

"Oh God," you mumbled once you were able to think clearly again.

"What is it?" Giacomo gently kissed your neck.

"I just... just gave myself to Casanova. I'm one of your conquests now."

"Don't say that," he smiled. "If you let me, I'd like to conquer you again and again for as long as you let me."

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[brewed-pangolin]

Consider lovely charming Soap trying to make an innocent reader swoon for him, all for the reader to unintentionally pull an uno reverse on him. Hes chatting their ear off, talking himself up. All of sudden the reader interrupts him and says that he has the prettiest eyes they've ever seen. Johnny starts to malfunction, he can't talk, his face is going red hot.

Usually he doesn't get so tripped up but it came from such a genuine place, he tongue tied. Instead of him being a cassanova like usual he's just staring at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes and pining for you.

Blue Eyed Casanova

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Fem Reader

18+ MDNI Sexual Themes

Synopsis: Johnny Casanova pulls you in with his eyes, and you shake up his world with nothing but an unconscious whisper.

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Look, you can't just throw Johnny's eyes out there and not expect me to go a little crazy. His baby blues fill my soul, okay.

I went back and forth on this for a while. Wanted to do a full fic but went for the drabble instead. Hope you like it.

Also including this with @glitterypirateduck SoapItUp Challenge. Used Prompt 29.

Happy Super Soap Sunday 🧼

You never thought you'd be so enthralled by a man while sitting at a coffee shop.

Hanging on every word, ears perking to the subtle nuances of his thick accent. Going all doey eyed as he reminisced about his younger years back home in Glasgow.

Eyes tracking his hands as accentuated his stories with gentle, undulating movements. Glancing every now and then at his luscious lips that just begged to be kissed.

You had to pull yourself back a few times. The urge to lunge over the table and lock him in an embrace, making your skin tingle and stomach churn with overwhelming eagerness.

But it was his eyes. Those gorgeous, cerulean orbs that sparkled like diamonds in the soft light of the morning sun. A blue that enchanted, pulled you into the maelstrom of his soul, and you were nothing but a wading vessel lost in his turbulent sea.

-

"You have such pretty eyes, Johnny," you whispered under your breath. Barely audible.

Johnny froze mid sentence. Hands raised, cupping the bulk of his account between his palms with his mouth agape and eyes twinkling in boyish bewilderment.

"W-what ya say?"

You smiled. Unashamed at being caught by your verbal plunder.

"I said, you've got the prettiest eyes I've ever seen."

Johnny closed the cavern of his gaping mouth with a dramatic gulp. Adam's apple undulating beneath the flesh of his neck as a rosey hue radiated over the circumference of his cheeks.

And those eyes glistened. Exploding waves of color like a supernova within the whites of deep space.

"Uh- me eyes? Ya- ya like me eyes?" He stuttered. That confident Casanova overtaken by childlike astonishment at the most beautiful words he'd ever heard.

"Yeah, Johnny. I do."

"Um, thanks. Got 'em from me mum. She's got th'most hypnotizin' stare I've ever seen. Y'know, the kind that..."

You couldn't help the curl to your mouth as he rambled on once more. The skiddish waiver on his tongue was all the confirmation you needed that your words had had the unconsciously planned impact.

You leaned over, just enough to cup his jaw in your hands to render him silent to your oncoming approachment.

"You talk too much," you purred, just before placing a tender kiss on his welcoming lips.

A subtle moan reverberated deep within his throat, making your eyes flutter closed as it vibrated against your mouth and echoed down the curve of your spine and into the hollow of your core.

The faintest gasp escaped your lips as you felt his tongue beg for entry into your mouth.

Granting him. Tasting him. Savoring the flavor of espresso and last night's whiskey on his breath as the calloused flesh of his palm cupped the supple curve of your jaw.

You wanted more. Needed more. Begged for the world to disappear and let his skilled hands work you over as his mouth greedily devoured your heart and soul.

The last remnant of your sanity made you pull away. A hushed whimper fell from your lips as your eyes cracked open to see the very flushed face of one breathless Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish.

"Steamin Jesus, lass. Was tha' your plan th'whole time? Makin me swoon all over ya, only fer you to get me all wrecked by them pretty words a'yers?"

"Maybe. Did it work?"

He nodded. Eyes swirling, bright blue darkening like an approaching storm.

"Aye. It did."

He leaned in to take your lips once more, yet you halted him. Pressing your fingers to his mouth while you pursed your lips with a knitted brow.

"Not here. Need somewhere more private."

"Why? Cannae I kiss ya out in public?"

A devious smile crept into your lips. Leaning in while simultaneously grabbing at your purse. Bringing your mouth to his ear to mutter the sweetest temptation and force a pleasured shrill down his spine.

"I don't want you to kiss me on my lips up here, Johnny. I want to see how pretty those eyes are gonna look between my thighs."

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[tens-girl]

Making a start on my Casanova crossover fic… Ten, Jack, Crowley and Zee take a trip to eighteenth century Venice, intrigued by Crowley’s stories about the infamous Italian who apparently bore a striking resemblance to the Doctor (and Crowley of course, but wow what a likeness to Ten! 😉)

Three Tennants in one fic…

Whenever I watch Casanova, I always feel like he is 90% Doctor-coded and then there’s that section in Paris where I’m like, yeah, that’s Crowley! So I headcanon that Crowley knew Casanova in Paris…

Lots of planning for this one, but it’s going to be so much fun! And with the usual dash of angst because that’s where all my main characters are right now…

Tell me that’s not Crowley…! ⬆️

[oh-my-wolfstar]

Taylor Swift Wolfstar songs day 11

Today’s song is …Ready For It? from Reputation. It is a dual pov.

Knew he was a killer first time that I saw him Wonder how many girls he had loved and left haunted But if he's a ghost, then I can be a phantom Holdin' him for ransom Remus knew that Sirius had a reputation for dating a someone for a week and then leaving them; or ignoring their love all together. But damn did Remus want him.

Some, some boys are tryin' too hard He don't try at all, though So many guy try so hard to get girls to fall for them (James) but Sirius didn’t even have to try, Remus was already in love with him.

Younger than my exes but he act like such a man, so I see nothing better, I keep him forever Like a vendetta-ta

Remus is different from everyone else Sirius has ever dated and Sirius just wants to have him forever.

Touch me and you'll never be alone I-Island breeze and lights down low No one has to know

Just one touch from Sirius and Remus would never leave him. They can keep they’re love secret or tell everyone, as long as Remus can have Sirius.

In the middle of the night, in my dreams You should see the things we do, baby They both dream about being together and doing filthy things to each other when no one else can see.

Knew I was a robber first time that he saw me Stealing hearts and running off and never saying sorry But if I'm a thief, then he can join the heist And we'll move to an island,

Sirius knows that everybody and their mother knows that he has a reputation for breaking hearts without remorse. But if Remus wants to love him Sirius is all in.

Every love I've known in comparison is a failure I forget their names now, I'm so very tame now Never be the same now, now

Every one Sirius has ever loved, everyone he’s ever been with is nothing compared to what he feels with Remus. Nothing has ever felt that strong and Sirius will never give it up.

I know I'm gonna be with you So I'll take my time Are you ready for it? Oh, are you ready for it?

they’ve both know that they will be together eventually so they’re going to enjoy every tease, flirt, and dirty joke.

Baby, let the games begin

simply, they both say bring it on.

So, bit of a shift from what I’ve been going for. Leaning more into sassy, confident Remus and Sirius. Still emotional but less tragic I guess. As always let me know if you have any requests or recommendations in the comments and if you enjoy this series, leave a like.

[moonydirection]

@wolfstarmicrofic November 25th - Sleepover

featuring Remus as the casanova we all know him to be.

Remus, althought introverted, hadn't been exactly secluded during his adolescence.

That's okay, though – it was water under the bridge. He was now on his third year of university, and there was no one to judge him on his dating history present in his day-to-day life anymore. No one knew, nor they had to.

Except.

Except there is people who do know. People from his past – or, rather, people from his hometown.

Remus hadn't considered that when bringing his boyfriend home for the holidays.

Sirius Black – his current boyfriend – is absolutely perfect. He is everything, all at once. Remus had never quite felt about any of the others as he does Sirius.

Not only is he absolutely gorgeous – most definitely the hottest person Remus has ever been with (and that's a long list) – he is also the most caring, free-spirited, autentic and fucking incredible person too. Sirius Black is the whole package.

And, very likely, he is it for Remus.

Since getting with him almost a year ago, Remus can't really see himself with anyone else ever again – and that's saying a lot for him. They fit together like they were made for the other, and it is fucking fantastic being with him.

So that's precisely the reason why Remus, for the very first time, is bringing someone home.

And that would've been perfect too, considering Sirius got along perfectly with both his parents ever since they had arrived a couple days ago.

Except there was a snowstorm that had locked everyone inside the supermarket on Christmas Eve, and every single person Remus had ever known had decided to do their shopping at the exact same time as him.

And now Remus and Sirius are stuck in a supermarket, for God knows how long, with at least half dozen of Remus' past relationships present, and Remus can't think of a worse scenario.

The first one that approached him is one of the better ones – James Potter. He had been Remus first boyfriend, and the one that ended more amicably of them all.

They were even somewhat friends, still. So it definitely could have been worse.

James introduced himself to Sirius as Remus' old friend, which wasn't a lie, and the three of them had been making small talk for about half an hour – James and Sirius had immediately hit it off – when the second ex appeared.

Taking into account the way James started profusely giggling and eyeing Remus, Sirius watching them with curious eyes, Remus was sure it would be bad.

And he was correct.

Fabian Prewett.

That one was one of the last ones before Remus moved to Uni, and it had been an absolute shitshow.

Why, you ask? Well, that would be because Fabian had been madly in love with him while Remus had thought they were absolutely casual, which resulted in Fabian quite literally burning the pieces of clothing Remus had left at his house.

Oh, and he hooked up with his twin brother, Gideon, afterwards too – which most definitely didn't help.

Fabian approached the three of them with a puffed chest and a harsh stare, and Remus' hand started sweating under Sirius' grip.

"Remus," he stated, staring blankly at the taller boy with a posture way too perfect to look natural, "You're back."

"Only for the holidays," Remus cleaned his throat harshly, trying to show his uncomfort.

Fabian ignored him, turning to look at Sirius by his side, who still held Remus hand, "And who's this?"

Remus answers for him, "He's my boyfriend, Sirius," he turns to look at his beautiful boyfriend, immediately calming his nerves, "Sirius, that's Fabian."

"Is that the petty one, with the clothes?" Sirius whispered loudly enough for Fabian to hear, leaning way closer to Remus ear than necessary – because Sirius liked provoking (which is yet another thing that makes Remus crazy about him).

Fabian widened his eyes, clenched his teeth, turned right on his heels and left – without saying a single word. Remus was suddenly glad he had at least briefed Sirius on his exes, even though the conversation had been so awkward it was painful.

James giggled loudly behind his hand.

Sirius rolled his eyes dramatically, pecked Remus lips possessively, and then countinued talking as if it hadn't happened.

Remus wanted to run away and hide, but there was nowhere to fucking go, so he moved on too.

The next instance happened around the time the supermarket would originally close if it weren't for all the people locked inside it.

It was considerably less bad, but definitely more awkward.

This time, they came in a pair.

Remus' ex from 11th grade, which he dated a solid month, and Remus' other ex directly after Fabian, that lasted around two weeks, approached the three of them together.

Emmeline Vance and Benjy Fenwick.

"Remus, oh my god how long has it been since I last saw you!" Emmaline greeted him excitedly, hugging his side. Benjy – the one that lasted longer – simply nodded from behind her back.

James was giggling again, and Remus faintly heard Sirius whispering to him 'Is her another one?'. And James, as discreet as the fucking Eiffel Tower, answered in full volume, "They both are."

Both Emmaline and Benjy turned to look at them, and Remus wanted to dig his grave and die.

Remus, trying to dismiss this whole situation, gently touched her shoulder to get her attention back and smiled sympathetically, "It's been a while. You look great, Em," and then, feeling awkward about ignoring Benjy, he looked behind her back and smiled at him too, "You too, Ben."

"You look great yourself!" She said amicably, smiling back and turning on her side to look at Benjy, "Did you know Ben and I are engaged?"

Remus widened his eyes, because of course he didn't know, but before he could answer – and because the universe hated him – another person was approching their group.

And if Fabian was nasty, he didn't come close to what was Lucius Malfoy.

Remus had absolutely no idea what he had in his mind when he fucking dated Lucius – for four months, no less.

They both absolutely despised one another, the sex was utter shit and they spent half the relationship with their contacts blocked on each other's phones because they were constantly in a fight.

Why Lucius was willingly approaching them, Remus had no fucking clue.

Lucius awkardly stood on the open space of the somewhat circle they were on, and James flat out laughed. Like, belly laughed.

Sirius was possessively pulling Remus' arm around his waist, Benjy and Emmaline were clearly as uncomfortable with Lucius presence as he was with theirs, and Remus was regretting all the life choices he had ever made.

James unable to stop laughing might have been the only thing that made the whole thing bearable, but only because it made the conversation end quickly because hid annoying snorts kept interrupting all of them.

Two hours later costumers were already scattered all over the ground taking naps, and the lights of the supermarket had been dimmed lower for people to sleep.

James, Sirius and Remus were seating together on the ground – Sirius seating comfortably on Remus lap, who had his back on the shelf opposite of James.

And then, as if fucking possible, another fucking ex appeared out of the blue.

Caradoc Dearborn.

He stopped dead on his feet on the hallway the moment he spotted Remus, widened his eyes, turned on his heels and walked the other way – or, rather, ran.

This time, James and Sirius both got into a fit of laughter that lasted way longer than it should, and Remus couldn't help but feel simultaneously relieved and offended that Caradoc didn't stop by.

They hadn't even ended badly – in fact, Remus wasn't even sure they had actually dated. It lasted, like, four days tops, so it couldn't have been that bad, could it?

And directly after this, Mary Macdonald spotted him all the way over the next aisle, running their way and hugging him excitedly over Sirius' body still in his lap.

Mary was probably the only good relationship Remus had on his last year of secondary, and it showed. They were still friends, probably even closer than him and James, and Mary was one of the few aware of Sirius' existance before this instance.

She wasn't exactly invited to stay, but she did so anyways, throwing herself on the ground beside James and talking way too animatedly for one in the morning.

Remus couldn't even complain, because Mary was a treat. And it helped that Sirius immediately liked her.

A couple hours later, James was snoring loudly on the left side of the aisle, Mary was watching a show on her phone screen by his side, and Remus and Sirius were full on cuddling in front of them – Sirius fast asleep.

Remus was drifting in and out of consciousness, and he couldn't help but let his mind wonder.

There he was, laying down on a cold floor of the local supermarket of his hometown, the love of his life under his arms, two of his exes not one meter away from him, and a bunch of other ones scattered all around the very same building he was, snowstorm keeping everyone inside.

Remus Lupin was having a fucking sleepover with his exes and his lover – and if that wasn't a metaphor for his life, he doesn't know what is.

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THE CASANOVA CATERING CONFLICT by HORROR_BUSINESS ↳ ↳ with cover art by STEORIE

Multi-Chapter | Rated: E | Word Count: 156K | Completed in: 2017

Ian Gallagher is a young sports model trying to solidify a career in an unstable industry. With a potential career making photoshoot only a few months away, Ian hires a personal chef to make sure he doesn't stray too far from his diet. In comes Mickey Milkovich, a brash chef from the Casanova Catering Company who's just trying to get through the next few months without any hiccups.

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[amatoria-herba]

I I ღ Ineffable husbands - ONESHOTS ღ I I

Summary: Compilation of short stories about different Tennant-Sheen pairings, mainly Ineffable Husbands; and 18+ content almost in every chapter. Written in colaboration with @yuukivic

Fandom: Good Omens, Broadchurch, Fright Night, Masters of Sex, Casanova, Wilde, Twilight, Bad Samaritan, Prodigal Son, Jessica Jones, ...

Language: Spanish (google gives option of translating pages ;) )

Platform: Wattpad (@No_giving_up), AO3 (@Yuukivic)

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Okay OP nation I have some (maybe controversial) statements about the Straw Hats and I need y’all to listEN FIRST OKAY- HEAR ME OUT

Boyfriend: Zoro and Franky

Husband: Usopp and Sanji

Girlfriend: Nami

Wife: Robin

Luffy: Aroace king

[super-predictable98]

Always an Angel | Casanova AU

Part 2: All Because of Angela

Word Count: 2,2 k

Warning: mild sexual content

(Masterlist)

"What exactly did he say, Rocco?" Angela asked, trying to sound as casual as possible while talking to Casanova's only friend and employee.

"Well, he said that he turns into an idiot whenever he's around her. He says he cannot give up because she is so beautiful. She's taken over his head, his blood, and his guts. He can't stop thinking about her and only her."

"He could always find someone else..."

"I told him, but he insists someone else wouldn't be her."

"Oh, poor thing," Angela couldn't help but smile. "Is he home?"

"He is reading, he said he didn't want any..."

"Angela!" Giacomo smiled, standing at the top of the stairs. "I thought I heard your voice! Come on up."

"Interruptions," Rocco mumbled, moving over to allow her to climb the stairs before closing the door. 

She sighed, letting her cape fall to the ground and revealing her red dress which made her skin look even paler and her hair look even darker. She knew she was beautiful in that outfit, she felt beautiful.

"Wow, you look like the type of woman someone would write a book about. Raven black hair, red lips like an apple, and skin as white as snow... I should write that down actually," Giacomo chuckled. 

"Thank you, Giac," she giggled. 

She was embarrassed to ask, who wouldn't be embarrassed? But it seemed the entirety of Venice knew she was being courted except for her. If he truly couldn't sleep or eat, consumed in desire, she had to do something about it. 

"So, um- I heard a few things about you," Angela cleared her throat.

"Oh? Filthy gossip as always? If it's bad, it's all true," he joked. 

"No, it wasn't bad, I just- I heard about your feelings. Your agony concerning... me."

Giacomo stared at her in confusion, his brows furrowed as he tried to remember ever mentioning anything of the sort. 

"You could never bring me agony, angel, you are the kindest person in the city."

"I heard about your courting and..."

"My courting," he narrowed his eyes until he finally understood. "My courting! Yes, I have been courting Angela Tusselo."

Her world suddenly crumbled, how could she be so stupid? Of course he wasn't courting her... Henriette had made it seem like she was only a baby, of course he wanted nothing to do with her! 

"Angela Tusselo, the daughter of the priest," she nodded, unable to hide her shock.

"Oh, dear. Did you think I was secretly courting you?" 

"I... yes! And I was terrified, because... because I cannot reciprocate your feelings," Angela quickly lied so as to not look foolish.

"Oh really? I always thought you found me quite handsome," Giacomo smirked. "Do you not?"

"I- Everyone finds you handsome, Giac, that is not the point. I just simply cannot like you because I am already promised to another man. The Viscount's son, Elias."

"That boy is as dull as a butter knife."

"Yes, I know. He would not be my first choice, believe me," Angela laughed nervously. "But who knows, maybe I will fall in love with him or maybe I'll manage to rid myself of him. Find a more suitable suitor."

"But not me."

"You are courting Angela Tusselo, why do you care?" She asked, intrigued by his little game.

"I think it's clear as day that I do not plan on marrying her. In fact, I received a visit last night from both her sisters, they kept me company all night in bed."

"You disgust me."

Angela couldn't get another word out without bursting into tears, it was so obvious all Giacomo wanted was to toy with her feelings. Why did she let him get away with it? Because of his looks? His charms? His voice? Well... yes, but not anymore! 

She was a catch, she was a young beautiful virgin with a sharp wit and every quality a husband could possibly want from a wife. She deserved better certainly.

So it started, Angela would go to gatherings and parties not to catch a glimpse of Casanova, but in hopes Casanova would catch a glimpse of her in her best dresses and looking absolutely content. Maybe this way he would realize what he'd been missing. 

"I am enjoying your new disposition," Henriette smiled when they entered yet another mansion. "Conversing with all the rich and powerful young men to secure yourself a good husband... I'm glad your silly infatuation with you-know-who is gone."

"Is yours gone as well?" Angela asked.

"I do not not what you mean."

Angela scoffed, she knew her sister also had a weak spot for Casanova, just like every woman in Europe. That infuriated her more than anything, to think she had to compete with her own sister... 

"Hello, angel," Giacomo approached Angela and gently kissed the back of her hand. "I haven't heard from you, don't tell me you are angry at me. I couldn't bear it."

"I am not, of course not. I have just been a tad busy with my affairs. Why would I be angry?" 

"You are right, it must be my own paranoia. I thought you were quite cross with me after I told you about the sisters Tusselo."

"Oh, that thing... Of course not, I know damn well you have slept with half of the women in Italy, there's no reason for me to get worked up over that."

"Half? I believe I had at least three-fourths..." he winked and sipped on his wine. 

He scanned the ballroom with restless eyes, he wished to ask something, but he couldn't find the right words, he did not want Angela to think he only came by to talk about that matter. They were friends, weren't they? At least he thought they were, but she had been so distant.

"Tell me what, angel, you see that soprano over there? Rocco thinks that's a boy, a castratto, but that's clearly a girl, right? Come on... that's a girl!" 

"I- what? But Bellino was inspected by the Bishop."

"The Bishop's been celibate for over fifty years, he doesn't know the difference anymore. That's a girl, I know girls!" 

"Let me guess. You are attracted to him and you are trying to make your attraction justified?"

"Well, it is! Because he- she's a girl!"

"So you admit you are attracted to him?" Henriette approached the pair with a huge smile. "I dare you to find out, Casanova."

"Do not give him any more reason to be stupid, sister," Angela chuckled. "He does that perfectly well on his own. You will end up disgracing yourself, that's what you'll do."

"Sorry, angel... I never turned down a dare."

Over the next few weeks, Giacomo did everything he could to win over Bellino's heart. He paid for his clothes and accommodations, made sure he would perform in the theater, and invited everyone to watch.

Angela simply let it happen, pretending like she was perfectly fine with all the extravagance, smiling politely at the boys who made conversation with her, and gracefully accepting her sister's praise for turning herself around and finally acting like a responsible adult. 

But of course she was only human, she couldn't keep appearances forever. One fateful night, the poor girl was sobbing right outside an elegant venue where a banquet was held. She wore her cape and leaned against one of the rough brick walls. How did she manage to become such a lifeless shell?

"What do you want?" Angela wiped her tears when she saw Casanova walking towards her.

"I just came to tell you that you win, the game has turned sour. The boy is a boy and now I disgraced myself just like you said I would."

"Good for you."

"Are you crying? Are you alright?" He lowered her hood and saw her red eyes. "Was it Elias? What did he do?"

"Nothing."

"He must've done something. What has he done? Has he hurt you?"

"Why do you care? Why are you here talking to me? I am nothing to you, Giacomo!" Her tears escaped before she could stop them.

"I thought... we were friends."

"Friends? Lucky me, the only woman in all of Italy that Giacomo Casanova only wants to be friends with! I must be hideous! I must be completely stupid! And now you're in love with that castratto."

"I'm not- I can't- I love him," Giacomo sighed, defeated.

"Then love him, make it worth something... friend."

*

The news that Casanova was engaged to Bellino, who was revealed to be a woman, after all, spread like wildfire. Everyone in Venice knew of them and when Henriette walked into her sister's bedroom to show her the invitation they had gotten for their engagement summer ball, all she heard was the loudest scream she had ever heard in her entire life. 

Angela cried for hours, hit her head on the wall, screamed some more, tore to pieces the book Giacomo had given her on her birthday, and then put it back together again, regretting her actions fueled by rage. 

After finally regaining her composure, she started to select which dress she would wear for the ball. She asked Grimani for a new one, but ended up choosing one of her sister's gowns, a green one with gold embroidery. She knew there was no hope to win him back now, but she had to show Giac and everyone else she was perfectly fine and did not mind at all that he was marrying someone else.

"You look divine this evening, Angela," Elias took her hand as they danced.

"Only tonight?" She spun around with a bored look.

"Well... n-no. You look divine every day, I just meant-"

"I know what you meant."

"Are you thirsty maybe? Would you like some refreshments?"

"No, my stomach is in a twist."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Would you like me to escort you outside or maybe walk you home?"

The boy wasn't a bad person. Yeah, he was dull, but most boys were. He didn't love Angela by any means, but he was kind to her and held her in high regard. There were worse fates than marrying him and she knew it quite well.

"Look, it's Casanova and his bride!" Elias pointed at the entrance where the couple stood wearing clothes that looked like had just been ripped and glued back together. The two seemed like survivors of a lion attack.

"They look marvelous, don't they?" Henriette asked while they made their way through the crowd. 

"Yes," Angela simply said, trying to smile, but the longer she looked, the harder it was to keep acting like everything was fine. She should be the one by his side, his bride. She wondered if she had said something before... maybe things could've turned out differently.

After a few more dances it was obvious the entire city was enamored with Bellino who had a brilliant career ahead of her. Angela couldn't see the appeal, but that might be due to her own bias... Everyone was looking at her except for Henriette and Giacomo, who had a silent conversation about the future.

"I have been meaning to introduce you," Angela interrupted them. "Giacomo, this is Elias. The one I told you about."

"Oh yes, the famous Elias," Giacomo collected himself. "You are one lucky fella, I hope you know that. And I hope you know if you ever do her wrong, I will find a way to make you regret you were born."

"What are you scared of, Giac? That he might be like you?" She mumbled. "Do not pretend to care now because you do not. Now if you'll excuse me..."

Angela had to leave the ballroom, she couldn't breathe, it was like all those feelings, all the small caresses she saw Casanova exchange with Bellino, all of that was being shoved down her throat and she was choking, suffocated by the words she couldn't say.

"Angel!" Giacomo ran after her, pushing Elias out of the way. "Are you feeling well?"

"Do I look well?"

"Uh... did I say something wrong?" He held her hand right before she left the room. 

"No, it is not what you said, it is what you didn't say."

"And what do you want me to say?" 

"If you need to ask me, the words would have no value."

"Do you- did I hurt your feelings? I thought you were in love with Elias since you have been by his side ever since our last meeting."

"Of course I'm not in love with him, did you look at him? He can't have a conversation that lasts more than five minutes!"

"Are you in love with... me?"

He truly had to ask? How stupid was he?

"No!"

"Are you sure?"

"I am quite sure! I am frustrated, I am tired. I am destined to marry a man I despise, I do not have a choice!" She had to lie, admitting her feelings for him would only make everything more complicated. And if he decided to follow through with the wedding, she feared the humiliation of the rejection might kill her.

"I'm sorry."

"So am I. I am going home."

"Can I have this dance before you go? Please, I would hate to see you go so upset."

"A dance won't change it. When you let go of my hand you will be engaged to Bellino, and I will be promised to Elias. When you let go of my hand the world will keep turning, it won't wait for me... Friend."

[detroit-grand-prix]

Wildest Dreams Chapter 19 - exile

Chapter summary: Bee is about to race her first race in Formula 1. She's made a leap that very few women have made, and now she has to deal with some newfound fame… and a global pandemic.

Content warning: N/A

Chapter word count: 4,271

Author’s notes: I'd considered whether or not to make COVID-19 a thing in this AU, but considering how big of an effect it had on the calendar in 2020, I didn't think there was really a way to avoid it and maintain the degree of accuracy I was striving for when I was writing this.

Not a lot of notes this time though, at least, because I didn't rely on very many outside sources other than season 3 of Drive to Survive when they depict all of this happening in the beginning.

Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya, Montmeló, Barcelona, Catalonia, Spain Late February, 2020

Every year, Bee wondered how her winter breaks kept getting busier and busier, but moving a few times seemed like nothing compared to the break between the 2019 and 2020 season. She felt like she was all over the world, hardly even in the UK, let alone home.

Shortly after her being announced to be Williams’ driver, she had flown out to New York City for a few days. She had interviews with a few magazines - mostly fashion magazines (which was strange, as she’d never been much into fashion). She didn’t mind, though, especially with the magazines - women and girls were their primary audience, and she wanted to be as visible to that audience as possible. She also had an interview on an American late-night talk show, a German-language magazine, and an appearance on a German sports show.

There was also the FIA Prize Giving Gala, which meant a trip to Switzerland. Before the gala, Bee decided to get a haircut. She’d mostly had the same hairstyle since she was a teenager - she always left her brown locks to grow past her shoulders - long enough to put into French braids. It kept relatively neat under her helmet and spared her some awful, sweaty helmet hair because she didn’t like wearing hats. But now, it felt like it was time for something different. She didn’t do anything drastic, just cut it short enough to graze her shoulders (and made sure she could style it to disguise her large neck a bit). 

Her rising fame was something she sort of saw coming, and now had to deal with. She still didn’t get recognized in public every time she went out, but it happened more now than it used to, and she tried to be good natured and friendly to people. It was less of a shock now than it was on her last trip to Michigan. She’d been lucky that nobody had yet been invasive or too weird about her, at least in person. It happened on social media every once in a while, but at least it was easy to block people there. 

She also hired a performance coach. She’d previously just relied on company-contracted athletic trainers and nutritionists, but with her step up into F1, every other driver she’d talked to said that she would need someone to work one-on-one with her.

Other drivers’ performance coaches seemed to do much more than just plan workouts and meals - they were almost personal assistants, in a way. She hired a German woman named Emilia, who was attached to the company that a lot of the other drivers used. The two of them met up in Germany before the F2 season ended for a sort of mutual job interview. Emilia said she had previously worked as a performance coach and trainer for a women’s soccer team. She cut a striking figure - she was tall, muscular, and had a face with very distinct, sharp features. Despite looking a bit intimidating, Bee thought Emilia was very kind, and very funny. Their “interview” in a Stuttgart coffee shop began to feel less like a job interview and more like a conversation with a friend in short order. 

Emilia was a few years older than Bee was, and was from Dresden, in eastern Germany. 

When the two of them met, Bee made it a point to discuss her thoughts on diet and nutrition, since that would be Emilia’s job. In her early teenage years, Bee had started to develop some poor habits with food that may have led to disordered eating, if Josephine hadn’t been eagle-eyed about that sort of thing and set Bee up with a counselor to help her course-correct. Thankfully, Emilia seemed to have views in line with her own, which was reassuring.

It was an easy hire, which was a relief, because Bee didn't want to have to interview a bunch of candidates - it was a lot of time that she'd rather spend doing other things.

Bee liked Emilia a lot. Emilia came to the last few F2 races with Bee, just to get an idea of what she’d be doing over the course of a race weekend. Emilia hadn’t ever been at a race track. She said that there was a lot to take in. Bee had grown up around race tracks, but could see how it would be overwhelming to someone who had never been to one. 

George send her a WhatsApp message the Sunday before winter testing started and asked if she was going to be flying out of Oxfordshire with Toto like he was. She had flown back to Stuttgart pretty much immediately after the launch event for the FW43 because she hadn’t gotten to see her parents for almost all of winter break, other than a few days at Christmas.

“No, I’m in Germany, quick trip home for a few days. I’ll be in Barcelona tomorrow, I’m flying out in the afternoon.” 

She wished she was flying with Toto, though. She liked to listen to NPR, an American public radio channel - the American equivalent of the BBC. She usually listened to the livestream of a station based in Michigan (she found listening to the nasal Midwestern accents, with their shifted vowels, comforting), and the news reports about some virus in China were starting to sound a little concerning. Airports were already a test of your immune system in ideal circumstances, never mind with a possible epidemic brewing. Josephine chided her to start taking some Vitamin C, just in case. 

“I don’t think that’s gonna do anything, mom.” Bee said, as she was packing her bags.

“Couldn’t hurt though, could it?”

She arrived in Barcelona on the Monday before testing was scheduled to start and got settled in.

George would be getting in later, and they had plans to get dinner and catch up. Most of the drivers and staff all stayed in the same hotel, so she saw a few other drivers and staff here and there. A few stopped to congratulate her, including Sebastian.

“I always knew you could do it,” he said, pulling her into the bone-crushing hugs he always gave her. “I never had any doubt you’d get here.”

She laughed. “Well, that makes one of us, I guess!” 

They made plans to get lunch sometime during the days between testing, as Bee was staying in Barcelona over the long weekend.

Once George had arrived in the late afternoon and had a chance to get settled, they went out for dinner with Alex Albon from Red Bull and Lando Norris from McLaren. The four of them had more or less been competing with each other for a long time in junior formulas, and the other three had stepped up into Formula 1 the previous year. Bee was always closest to George, but George was good friends with the other two of them, all of them having come up through the British karting ladder. 

They went to a Mediterranean place near the hotel and the three of them shared a paella (Lando wasn’t big on seafood - “Just don’t eat the shrimp!” Bee told him. “But it was touching the rest of it!”) and then, after probably a few too many glasses of Spanish wine, they all decided to go to a karaoke bar that Alex had heard about near the hotel. Bee was almost a little impressed, she didn’t really see Alex as being into that sort of thing - she always thought he was a little quiet - introverted, maybe, but she had an amazing time with the three of them that night. Bee hadn’t ever done karaoke before. They walked back to the hotel, the four of them arm-in-arm like they were in the Wizard of Oz, perhaps being a little obnoxious, but they didn’t really care. She popped a nurofen and downed a glass of water before bed, just in case. 

Tuesday was a filming day, when they did all of the shoots for the official television and previews, intros, and some filming for Netflix. George kept making stupid faces and kept getting told off by the director, which made Bee laugh at him because she was standing closest to him, which meant that she also get told off by the director. She couldn’t really take the director seriously anyway, when he said something about picturing your goals for the upcoming season so it would make you look determined, or something. She just felt kind of silly. They also filmed some of the segments for the Formula 1 Youtube channel, like Grill The Grid. 

Williams was also able to avoid its folly from pre-season testing last year, and, indeed were actually the first ones to get the car on the track on Wednesday morning. George was testing in the morning block, and Bee in the afternoon block.

In the morning, while George was doing his test run, Bee had to go to the interview trailer that Netflix had set up for her first interview for Drive to Survive. She hadn’t been sure what to expect - she hadn’t watched the show yet herself, but it was very much a standard interview, all of it very pro forma and pretty much the same questions she was always asked - they asked her to give a summary of how she got to Formula 1, from karting in Germany as an American, why her family lived in Europe, what it was like being the only girl in the sport as a child, to what it felt like being the first and only woman on the grid in some decades. When they were wrapping up and the production assistant was disconnecting the microphone pack, Bee asked the producer, “Are you guys going to ask me about anything else?” 

The producer stared at her.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, but these are the kind of questions everyone always asks me in every interview I do.” Bee said.

The producer cocked her head. “I know, I’m sorry, but this is… I guess, your kind of… hook for now. But we’ll see what sort of storylines develop through the season.”

Bee shrugged. Same as it ever was. 

She left the trailer and headed back into the direction of the Williams motorhome, and spotted the back of Toto’s head as he was walking past. He was headed in the same direction she would be. She had to jog a little bit to catch up with his long strides. 

“Good morning, Toto!”

“Good morning, bienchen. First interview with Netflix?”

“Yeah, just wrapped up.”

“And how was it?”

Bee rolled her eyes. “I feel like I should have a t-shirt made, or something. It’s to the point where every interviewer I’ve ever had has asked me the same questions, you’d think they could just all copy from each other. I’ll just pre-film something for next time and send it out to anyone that requests an interview.”

Toto laughed. “Well, we’ll see what happens with this season, hopefully you’ll give them something more interesting to talk about.” 

They chatted a bit more until they reached the Williams motorhome - Bee hadn’t even realized that Toto had walked right past the Mercedes motorhome at the other end of the paddock to talk to her more. 

“You’re testing this afternoon, right?” 

“Yeah, I am, and I should actually go get ready now. Thanks for walking with me. I’ll see you later!”

She headed into the garage and into her drivers’ room (still strange to see her name and face on the door), where Emilia was finishing setting up a massage table and various other things.

“Good morning, Phoebe!” she said. She was always so awake. Bee didn’t feel nearly as alert as Emilia looked, even after having already been up for a while and doing her interview.

“Morning, Emilia.” 

Emilia handed Bee her drink bottle. 

“Here. It’s going to get warmer out today when you’re doing your run, and I know you went out last night and probably didn’t drink that much water when you got back in.” Bee rolled her eyes a bit, but obliged, chewing a little on the end of the long silicone straw as she sipped.

The isotonic drink wasn’t pleasant - it tasted kind of like drinking warm tea, but it was effective. “You’d think if they could develop this stuff, they could at least make it taste better.” Bee said, shuddering a bit from the taste.

“We’ll get started with some stretching and a warm-up in a second.” Bee wondered if Emilia was being a little excessive for just a test today, but she had hired her for a reason, so it was probably just best to do what Emilia told her to do.

They went through a short warm-up sequence for her neck and core, some stretches, and then Emilia started some assisted stretching with Bee’s neck, shoulders, and hands. 

“You’re anxious again, aren’t you?” Emilia said, pushing on Bee’s trapezius muscles, attempting to release them. “Yeah - ow, shit - you can tell?”

“Of course. I’ve already noticed that you always carry your tension in your shoulders, probably more than anyone I’ve ever worked with. You can even tell from the way you stand, sometimes.” Emilia said. “Arms behind you.” 

Bee rolled her shoulders back to roll her arms behind her back, and Emilia gradually guided them back, stretching out Bee’s pectoral muscles, easing the tension on her back. She felt a lot better afterward.

Bee changed into her race gear and headed out to the garage. She talked things over with her new race engineer, Gaetan, about their run plan for the session. Gaetan was French - from Toulouse, he told her, and had done internships at Porsche and Renault before becoming acquainted with Toto, who had a hand in getting him hired at Williams. He spoke English with an accent Bee found oddly charming. During their testing sessions, his voice would sometimes drop to almost a whisper over the radio, and it had somewhat of a calming effect on Bee. He was fairly tall and thin, and had hair that was shaved at the sides, but long on the top, and was always combed neatly off to the side. Bee thought his facial hair - a mustache and patch of hair on his chin - made him look very stereotypically French. 

The engineers this year had also finally managed to give her a steering wheel with a more compact button configuration. It was much more comfortable than last year’s, where her small hands had to do a lot of awkward stretching - it kept causing problems with her previously-broken wrist as the tendons were prone to inflammation.  

Once she got the car on the track, it started to actually feel pretty good. Still nowhere as smooth as the Mercedes she’d tested last year, but the FW43 was a huge improvement over the FW41 and FW42. The fact that they managed to get it out on track during the first day of testing was a huge victory in and of itself. She proceeded with the run plan that she and Gaetan discussed, until she suddenly felt the car die under her without any sort of warning. She was about 150 laps in, and her times were decent. It was unfortunate.

“Losing power.” Bee said, pulling the stricken FW43 into the grass.

“Okay, Phoebe. Looks like it’s an oil pressure issue.” Gaetan said. “Car off, please, car off, please.”

She sighed, turned off the car, released the wheel, and climbed out. The session was red-flagged and she got a ride back to the garage from a marshal. It was irritating that it happened to her, but it was more of an issue with the Mercedes power unit in general, as it had affected the Mercedes works team as well - Lewis’ car also experienced the same issue on the session.

“Well, better now than during a race,” Claire told her when she got back into the garage and was pulling her earbuds out. “But you and George looked great out there, you’re 11 and 12 right now.”

Better than Bee expected.

Testing wrapped up and was fairly successful, all things considered - there were a few reliability issues with the power unit. It was surprising, because normally Mercedes power units were fairly bombproof in comparison to the others, but they were things that could be resolved.  Williams wouldn’t be fighting for wins any time soon, but their pace looked promising enough for them to finally break into the midfield this year, and more points would mean more money at the end of the season, which would just help them improve for the season after. Williams’ decline hadn’t happened overnight, and it wouldn’t be fixed overnight, either, but it felt like they were on the right path now.

Albert Park, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia March 12th, 2020

Just as she expected, the first race weekend arrived sooner than anticipated. It came in an atmosphere of uncertainty, though. COVID-19 seemed to be spreading globally, and Italy was one of the countries impacted the worst outside of China, which would likely affect Ferrari and AlphaTauri, both being based in Italy. For a while, it was not even certain if their staff would be able to leave the quarantine zone established in the northern part of the country. They managed to make it over, though, so as far as anybody knew, the race was on.

Bee had the foresight to at least buy some surgical masks for her flight. Wearing one wasn’t comfortable, given that it was almost a full 24 hour flight from London to Melbourne with the layover, but she felt like it was a necessary precaution. 

A lot of the Williams team were on the same flight, and she and George sat next to each other. Bee read and watched a few movies on her laptop, slept, and she and George chatted a bit. Emilia was sitting next to George's trainer, Aleix Casanovas. Bee imagined they spent the entire flight talking shop and comparing notes.

“So this was your first race last year… were you nervous?”

“Course I was,” George said. “Absolutely shitless. Could barely get any food down on Sunday morning. But once the helmet was on and we’d lined up for starting, it just felt like any other race.”

“What about qualifying?”

“Oh. Well, just take it one run at a time. You don’t have to give it everything on your first run out there, if you don’t have a good pace at first, you get another chance as long as you don’t bin it.” 

“Ah, see, that’s the key.” 

“Hey! If I recall, you don’t crash very much at all… well, except for that one race where you took yourself out and brought Tatiana with you, or when Evgeni hit you, but that wasn’t your fault.” 

Bee laughed. He was right. She had been pretty lucky with avoiding collisions through the years.

“Don’t forget Nick deciding to play bumper cars during the cooldown lap at Silverstone.”

By the time they landed and arrived in the paddock, there was a lot of uncertainty whether or not things would actually happen. Information seemed to change every five minutes. They proceeded as normal with the track walk and getting prepped for practices, and one of the support races happened. Emma and Bee discussed the first press conference, but there was a rumor going around that some Haas and McLaren staff were already in isolation for suspected cases. 

Things changed to the fact that they were going to have the race, but no spectators would be allowed in. Reporters kept asking the drivers if they thought the race should continue, and it seemed to be a 50/50 split. Bee was in the same press conference as Lewis and Sebastian, and she happened to agree with his assessment that there was no reason for the race to be going on. Claire also thought there was no reason to be having this race while every other sport, globally, had been postponed. 

The World Health Organization had declared COVID-19 to be officially a global pandemic while Bee was on her flight to Australia. And then on Friday morning, just a few hours before free practice, the race was canceled. One of the McLaren staff tested positive, which meant that it would likely spread to the entire paddock if the race proceeded. Nobody really knew what was going on, other than the fact that the race was canceled, and Bahrain was as well. 

It almost felt like the flight to Australia was longer than she had actually been in the country, but she flew back to the UK on Sunday. There were no decisions made with regard to the rest of the season when they’d landed. The country - well, the entire world, actually, was in disarray. Bee had to consider herself as having been exposed to the virus, which means she had to self-isolate for a while. 

The first three days of isolation were mostly fine, she was so jetlagged from going back and forth to and from Australia in such a short period of time that she desperately needed to correct her sleep schedule. She ordered groceries to be delivered to her flat, and decided to start playing Final Fantasy Online again like she did as a teenager, but she just hadn’t had much time over the last few years. She watched a few movies. She finally actually watched the two seasons of the Drive to Survive that were available, and kept track of how many times she could see herself in background shots. Some of the episodes were hard to watch - the one about the German Grand Prix, the one with Anthoine’s accident and passing, and the Williams episode from last year’s testing. 

One day, curiosity got the better of her. She remembered being on Tumblr as a teenager, and reading fanfictions from the TV shows she liked. She was curious if anyone had written fanfiction about Formula 1. 

They sure did. 

It proved to be an amusing way to distract herself - She started reading a few stories just as a curiosity - but some of them were immaculately crafted and incredibly moving, a handful even made her cry. 

George added her to the 2020 grid WhatsApp group, which she was a little bit miffed about not even being aware of, previously, but she hadn’t even started a race yet, so she supposed it was easy to forget about her. It seemed that most everyone else was in the midst of a lengthy period of self-isolation as well, and she was a little jealous of the drivers that lived in Monaco - Monaco in March was certainly better than the UK in March, especially if you had to stay in the house all the time.

Bee was in regular contact with both Emilia and Natalie as well. Emilia gave her some workouts to do while she was at home, as long as she wasn’t sick. 

By the end of the ten days of mandated self-isolation, she was very much feeling a bit of cabin fever, and the news coming from the BBC was a bit concerning as far as how the UK government was planning to deal with the pandemic. She talked to her mom and decided that she would head to Stuttgart until Formula One Management figured out how the rest of the season would proceed - they were apparently considering a limited schedule, mostly in Europe, but nothing had been confirmed yet. 

She was worried she wouldn’t be allowed to cross the German border - border restrictions were constantly in flux around all of Europe, but she was still considered a permanent resident of Germany and had a permanent resident card, so she had very little issue. 

“Do you know how long you’ll be home?” John asked when he picked her up from the airport.

“No. I’m just gonna be here until Claire says I need to get back, I guess. The factory is closed right now, so I figured there was no reason for me to stay in Oxford for now.”

“Are you worried about getting out of practice or something?”

“Maybe, but… not much to be done about it at the moment.”

Her parents had both pivoted to working-from-home. They were both engineers, so there wasn’t a lot of hands-on work that needed to be completed by either of them for work. She had to admit, at first, it was nice to spend so much time with her parents again. They did start getting on each other’s nerves after a bit, but Bee decided to order a bicycle and spent time riding around Stuttgart, re-familiarizing herself with neighborhoods and streets she hadn’t seen in a while, and she worked her way up to doing 30-40 mile loops some days. Emilia was overjoyed, of course. 

She also decided to order a sim racing setup. It wasn’t really the same as driving for real, but it felt shockingly similar with certain force-feedback settings other than the lack of g-forces on the body. Some of the drivers had started streaming racing on Twitch, and she joined them occasionally, and it was a lot of fun, aside from the occasional troll that made misogynistic comments about her, but to their credit, the other guys usually were quick to block them and move on. She considered streaming herself, but she didn’t think she was nearly interesting enough, so she just stuck to being a guest on Charles, George, Alex, and Lando’s streams instead. 

Finally, in early June, Claire called Bee to let her know that a calendar had been set for the remainder of the year. It would be mostly Europe and the Middle East, and shortened to 17 rounds, with some doubleheaders taking place at the same circuit. She had a lot to do and not much time to prepare, and she couldn’t wait to get back to racing. 

[shuichiakainx]

I would like to watch Broadchurch as if it were the first time, I love this series by David too much 😭♥️

[frecklesandfanfics]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38688123/chapters/97219533

[kumquatmai]

The Avatar of Lust had a habit of bringing mortals home and then trying to keep them at least until the novelty had worn off. Thankfully it was only one person this time.

[lxdymoon0357]

Hi! Can I please request some yandere!heinrey headcanons? Sadly I don't see many fanfics including him as a love interest, and I was hoping you could change that! No pressure tho!❤️❤️❤️

(Good night/day wherever you are!❤️❤️❤️)

(I understand, I also want some Heinrey X Reader content yet there is nothing, let's change shall we?)

Yandere! Heinrey Alles Lazlo HCs

✚ Heinrey is definitely very manipulative and so...yeah, he's good at keeping up a facade and it's easy falling victim to his charm, manipulation and facade...he will easy be able to manipulate you to trust him.

✚ He can easily keep you interested in him, he is almost known as a Casanova and it won't be too far-fetched to learn he is good with knowing how to have people be interested in him!

✚ He will easily have you break down your walls to trust him and he will learn all he can to know about you..it's for your future lives together! Don't worry, it won't be bad~

✚ He is not afraid to have people framed for crimes and kill them, he is strong enough! and he has Ergi work for him as well, only to ruin those he finds annoying is a good enough reason for Ergi!

✚ Heinrey will have you trust him with your deepest, darkest secrets which could ruin your life and he will keep them as safe as possible, you will feel so much trust with him, you will never seen him kidnapping you...

✚ He isn't afraid to use those secrets to blackmail you if you try to escape, he isn't afraid to get violent or cruel, eh will break your legs, starve you to the brink of death or beat you up until you faint, it doesn't matter if he's crying through all of this cause he probably will cry through all of this...

✚ He will NEVER ALLOW you to be close to Rashta or Sovieshu..he doesn't care if you're close to Navier...just not Rashta or Sovieshu... he doesn't trust them and finds them disgusting in his eyes and nope! You're not allowed to even glance at them!

✚ His punishments though very horrible, he will be crying alongside you as he holds you in his arms and fixing your wounds...he knows he's cruel, but he would never want you to be afraid of him..of-course this ins't working as you're scared shitless...and don't even try to make eye-contact with him after punishments...

✚ Heinrey does not care what you think, he will kill every single male you put your eyes on…It may be family, a married man, a father or anyone else… He hates the idea of you having another man around…