First Kiss (Race 6)
A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (1.3k words, angst at first? idk, it gets fluffy) [@v3lnys @biancathecool] {I kept getting ideas while writing this so I stopped like 4 times to write another chapter}
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Lance made his way onto the paddock, his dad having driven him instead of Nico. After waking up in Fernandos bed after his DNF in San Marino he'd unintentionally avoided the Spaniard for the past week. He didn't remember much past him complaining about Coulthard, all he knew was he woke up in an unfamiliar hotel room with Fernando Alonso asleep peacefully beside him.
He looked gorgeous, obviously, his long hair slightly covering his eyes, chest rising and falling slightly as he breathed, he looked peaceful, Lance could've stayed and stared for hours if reality didn't hit him suddenly.
He was in bed with Fernando. Alcohol was out on a table a few feet away and he could tell he'd had too much to drink the night before, without thinking he collected his things and left as if he was some sex worker the world champion had taken back to his room the night before.
He'd managed to ignore all of the older mans texts, a part of him feeling bad and longing for him while another part was busy worrying about how badly he must've embarrassed himself.
After a week of putting it off there was no way to now, if Fernando didn't speak to him before Quali he most definitely would after.
He walked alone through the paddock, answering short questions here and there before he found a swarm of people who all called his name.
"Lance, Lance Stroll, How do you feel about what Red Bull and David Coulthard have had to say about you this past week?"
Lance thought for a second, wondering if it was a wise choice to answer the question, in the end he decided it couldn't hurt too much "I honestly couldn't care less, I don't care what Red Bull or Coulthard thinks about me, thank you" He nodded slightly before leaving, not having much more to say and not wanting to elaborate on the whole thing
Somehow he'd managed not to run into Fernando even as Quali came to an end, he was set to start the race in 11th, somehow stopping himself from checking where Fernando was starting from.
His luck didn't last long before he was greeted by the same voice as always
"Lancito, will you avoid me forever?" Fernando asked, Lance wasn't sure whether the Spaniard was joking or was truly hurt by what Lance was doing
"Sorry, I've been busy" He lied, not even turning around to look at Fernando
"What is wrong? Did I do something? I am not sure how to fix it if you do not tell me, mi sol" He spoke softly, just like he always did with lance, he entered the Racing Point garage, just trying to get closer to the Canadian, trying to get him to meet his eyes
"It's nothing, I'm just busy" Lance tried to convince Fernando, he wasn't very good at it
"Too busy to talk to me but before I was the only one you'd talk to" Fernando teased, trying anything to figure out what was wrong
Lance tried to hide his embarrassment as he finally looked at Fernando, the only thing he could think about was the morning after the Europen Grand Prix.
"Is this about last week?" Fernando guessed, Lance couldn't help but be slightly annoyed at how the older man was always right "All we did was drink, Lancito, you were upset so I thought you would like drinking alone, no?"
"Yeah, sorry, I- I don't know why I freaked out" He forced out a laugh, trying to make himself feel less awkward talking to Fernando for the first time in a week
"Is okay, Lancito, are you embarrassed because of what you said?"
"What I said?" He echoed, now he was embarrassed, what did he say for Fernando to bring it up so many days later
"About the crash, you were very upset, mi sol" Fernando didn't exactly lie but he knew that wasnt what he meant. If Lance really didn't remember what he had begged of Fernando than maybe he didn't mean it, Fernando was sure his emotions were just hightened.
"Oh" Lance laughed, feeling relieved after Fernando confirmed nothing else was talked about "I'm not embarrassed, I kinda feel like you"
Fernando smiled, patting the Canadians shoulder "Feels good, eh? Getting in a little trouble?"
The two continued talking, both felt as though a weight had been lifted of their shoulders except Fernandos was replaced with another. While he spoke to Lance as if nothing had happened he couldn't help but hear Lances words replaying in his head.
His eyes stayed glued to Lance as he rambled on, the Spaniard wondered if he really did need him, if he truly felt that way, or if it was just drunken words influenced by how he was feeling earlier that day.
The two spoke for a while longer, just catching up as if much had really happened in seven days.
Lance felt better walking into the paddock the next day, arriving with Nico again as if he hadn't spent the last week moping and ignoring everyone (besides his dad, it proved to be harder to ignore your dad-boss than your coworker-friends.)
"Let's hope coulthard keeps his distance today" Nico spoke, breaking the silence between the two
"God, the next time I hear his name I think I'm gonna explode." Lance whined, having been asked about him all week
"Cmon, you know no press is bad press" Nico added, reminding Lance of his dad
"Yeah, yeah. Let's just get ready" The two entered the garage, both almost going straight to their drivers room to get in their fireproofs and race suit
This week was better, David Coulthard qualified last so there was almost no chance in a collision with him, Lance was thankful.
Lance managed to overtake a few times in the race, going from 11th to 9th by the end but he knew it wasn't good enough, neither drivers securing points for the team.
He wasn't upset though, he decided to go to the podium for the first time after the race, excited for Fernando since he just won his home Grand Prix
Fernando looked gorgeous on top, practically beaming as the Spanish anthem played. Fernando was basking in it, the win, his home country, his fans supporting him so loudly with flags and signs, though none of it made him smile as bright as seeing Lance in the crowd below, the Canadians smile shining brighter than anyones.
He stood out, whether it was because Fernando couldn't help but search for him in every crowd or because of his bright pink suit, Fernando didn't care. All that mattered was that he was there, celebrating the Spaniards win as if he hadn't had a disappointing race.
Once he got off the podium he went straight to Lance, not letting him speak before trapping him in a tight hug, he wasn't sure why, he just wanted to.
"Good job, Nando" Lance laughed, hugging the Spaniard back
"Gracias" Fernando spoke into Lances shoulder, feeling as though the pair were on the people in the world. He wasn't sure why he was so happy knowing Lance came down to congratulate him, it just felt good, earlier in the week he was scared it would never be the same between the two because of the past week but he'd managed to save it perfectly, leading to the two in one anothers arms once again which was exactly what the pair wanted.
"You did good, great, amazing, seriously, you led 55 laps and just won your home Grand Prix, you're brilliant" Lance gushed, Fernando raising his head to look at the Canadian
"Is this how you feel when I come to you?" Fernando asked, a smile still plastered on his face, not able to imagine a better end to the race week.
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So what do people write F1 fics about? Are there ships? Is it about the races?
Are there ships? Oh you are asking the right questions.
The short answer is yes, some of the literal best rpf ships ever exist in F1. These guys are constantly doing things that have you going "wtf that's the gayest shit I've ever seen in my life"
I cannot explain every ship, but here are a few of my personal favorites
Lestappen - Max Verstappen/Charles Leclerc
Childhood rivals to current rivals(who are literally obsessed with each other) This is my F1 main ship, I love these two they are insane. Max is the 3-time world champion and Charles is trying to get the title himself.
You might be asking, are they always gazing into each other's eyes like that? And the answer is yes(Charles literally tripped over a cameraman because he was staring at max)
Landoscar - Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri
This is a new one. Oscar just became teammates with Lando this year and they have amazing chemistry. A very silly duo, Oscar is blunt and Lando is the most chaotic goofball british himbo you can imagine.
Galex - George Russell/Alex Albon
Very good friends, they have grown up in their careers together. There is a whole history of sus moments and they are really supportive of each other. Also George is a walking meme with intense rage behind him, and Alex is the sweetest.
Charlos (also known as C²)- Charles Leclerc/Carlos Sainz
They are teammates with Ferrari and get up to some extremely sus behavior. They also just goof around in YT videos. Their teammate dynamic is complex to say the least.
Fics often write about relationships and race/season drama. But there are a ton of aus as well. You will see many other ships as the multi-shipping possibilities are kinda endless. These are a few of my faves, anyone feel free to comment your favorite F1 ship below.
Another thing you see a lot of is wish fulfillment when it comes to certain driver's seasons. Is my fave not doing well this season? well in this fic he got the car of his dreams and is winning. Which is sometimes extremely needed after certain race weekends let me tell you.
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