#the inheritance games f1-verse

[thecircularlibrary]

getaway car

f1 au

word count: 1058

warnings: n/a

pairings: averyjameson

“Why was it so hot?” Avery asked herself, standing in the luxurious Formula 1 Paddock Club, watching and waiting for the race that she and her sister watched annually as children to start. The Monaco Grand Prix. God, it even sounded like a dream. How she and Libby had gone from a couple of low income girls with low expectations thrust upon them, to an heiress and an F1 driver, Avery would never understand. One distant relative that Avery had house-sat for one summer, and suddenly she was standing in a lounge watching one of the biggest and most historic races of the year. It still shocked her sometimes.

“Long time, no see Grambs,” she heard a familiar voice say from behind her. She turned around and grinned, “Could say the same thing to you, Hawthorne.”

Grayson Hawthorne. One of her best friends. He was wearing a Ferrari bomber jacket and a white button down with black dress pants. The staple of any of the driver managers in the lounge. 

“I assume you’re keeping up your whole ‘impartial viewer’ act you put on for every race, at this race too?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Then you’d be correct. And get rid of the air quotes, I really am an impartial viewer. Unlike some people, I refuse to choose between people I care about,” Avery responded, looking pointedly at the man in a jacket supporting his younger brother’s team while ignoring his older brother driving for Red Bull. She wasn’t being serious, she knew it was his job to support Ferrari, but she also knew he was in no position to throw stones.

“Listen, you know that if it weren’t for Max and Libby, you’d be wearing a jacket just like this one to support my brother,” Grayson said with a shrug before walking away to continue to mingle for sponsors for said brother.

His brother. Her boyfriend. Jameson Hawthorne. Though she would never say it to her sister or her best friend, he was the reason she was here. They could hardly blame her either, Libby lived with her in Ithaca and Max was four hours away in NYC. Meanwhile, from March to December, Jameson was 3,485 miles away in London. The plan was for her to move over there when she graduated from college and continue her work there. However, at 21, her college graduation was still two years away and she desperately missed him. 

They’d met at a Stand Up 2 Cancer gala two months after she’d inherited her fortune at 17. She, of course, immediately knew who he was. A Formula 2 driver and alternate for Ferrari, Jameson Hawthorne was someone worth keeping an eye on in the racing world. And Avery knew how to keep an eye on the racing world. When he approached her and asked her a riddle—“If yes is no and once is never, how many sides does a triangle have?”—she answered him. The rest was history. She became close with his brothers very quickly and Grayson and Xander became two of her closest friends. Nash was somewhat of an older brother to her.

Avery was shaken out of her memory by the first of five red lights turning on. In the qualifying rounds yesterday, Max had placed 5th, Libby 7th, Nash 2nd, and Jameson 3rd. As she watched the cars line up, she noted Nash and Libby’s Red Bull cars, Jameson’s Ferrari, and Max’s McLaren spaced out among others in that order.

She watched as the cars took off and got comfortable watching the tracker on the screen , where she’d be watching for the next two hours.

- ❁ -

At the 1 hour 30 minute mark, Jameson took his pit stop. Max took hers twenty minutes ago, Libby ten minutes ago. Nash had yet to take his. Avery knew better than to question Nash’s racing techniques: as of right now, he was the number 1 ranked driver in the circuit. However, that didn’t mean he was unbeatable. Especially not by his baby brother. 

- ❁ -

As Jameson finished his last lap, milliseconds ahead of Nash, Avery let out a cheer. Grayson smiled slyly over his shoulder at her as he clapped his hands over his head. She and Grayson left the Paddock Club to see the podium celebration. Max had taken third place, while Libby had taken fifth. While Avery was sad for her sister, she knew Libby would come back from it. Libby always came back from these things. She and Grayson watched, grinning, as Nash clapped Jameson on the back and they left the celebration after popping the champagne. 

Jameson found her immediately upon stepping off the concrete and ran towards her, sweeping her into a drugging kiss. He was still sweating and his hair was completely messy from his helmet. He was wearing his red and white racing suit. He held one hand in her hair and the other gripped her waist as she held his face in her hands. He smiled against her lips.

“I missed you,” he whispered quietly enough that only she could hear. Gone was the slight twang his voice had held when they met, replaced with a subtle, barely-there, English accent.She returned his smile.

“I missed you too. I’m proud of you,” Avery couldn’t stop smiling. She hadn’t been directly rooting for him over Libby and Max, but she was rooting for him to shoot out from under Nash’s shadow, and he had done just that. 

He dipped his head to her shoulder, adrenaline mixing with the race he’d just won causing him to be out-of-breath. “We should get out of here.”

Avery sighed in sympathy before patting his hair. “We can’t. Grayson’s looking for you to go back to the Paddock club and mingle. He says you need more sponsors, Jamie.”

Jameson rolled his eyes.

“The only thing I need is time with my girlfriend that lives over 3,000 miles away,” he said, about as exasperated as anyone who's boss has hired their older brother to keep them in line. Avery pulled out her phone.

“I can call my driver. We can go back to the suite and order room service and margaritas,” she offered, letting herself be 21 for once in her life.

He looked at her, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I’ll drive.”

[thecircularlibrary]

2 hands

f1 au

word count: 1146

warnings: n/a

pairings: xanax

named this after the tate mcrae song specifically bc max drives for mclaren

Max couldn’t bring herself to get up. Her six o’clock alarm went off fifteen minutes ago, but the shirtless boy sleeping with his head on her stomach was just too adorable to move. She knew today was an important day for her—the McLaren logo on the front of the backpack on her chair wouldn’t let her forget. Finishing seventh at Qualifying the day before had to be the biggest fumble of her career thus far. As a female driver in a world of male ones (save for her surrogate older sister), she couldn’t afford that. It didn’t matter that she’d beat thirteen other drivers for that spot. The important part was she lost to six.

“Max.”

Xander’s voice brought her out of her own head and she looked down at her boyfriend with his chin propped up on her ribs and his arms around her back. His curly hair was growing longer and his brown eyes stared into hers with one eyebrow raised.

“I can hear you thinking from down here and it doesn’t sound good,” he mumbled, laying his head back on her stomach. “I wish I could lay here all day.”

Max tried to ignore the way his curls brushing her bare stomach drove her crazy. She was ticklish for God’s sake. She lightly tangled a hand in his hair and pushed it back until his head came up, before laughing at his pout. “We need to get ready and go. Are you ready?”

He shot her a look from where he was now sitting back on his heels, shirtless in pajama pants and rubbing sleep out of his eyes. “Yeah, I’m totally ready to go, we can head out now if you want.” Max leaned up and shoved him back so she could get up, accidentally knocking him off the bed.

“Ship, I’m sorry!”

— — — — — — — — — —

Breakfast was hell. Every time Max sat down at the table, she felt unwelcome. Or worse, she felt too welcome. She didn’t know whose idea it was to make all the drivers of each team eat together, but she knew that none of the drivers that had cycled through McLaren would ever treat her as an equal the way that Libby Grambs did. And she wasn’t even on her team. They weren’t supposed to treat her well and they did; why Team McLaren couldn’t get their heads out of their—“Liu!”

Max’s head snapped up to see the other McLaren driver, Cortes, trying to get her attention from across from her. “How’d you sleep?” he asked with a sheepish grin.

Cortes was worse than the other members of the team. At least they left her alone, even if it was isolating. Cortes, no matter how many hints she threw at him, couldn’t seem to catch one. He was overly flirtatious in a way that he thought looked sweet. Given that he was a whopping thirty-two to her twenty-two, it just creeped her out. 

“Fine,” she clipped. She didn’t mean to be rude (all lies) but she didn’t have the headspace to deal with this today. He had qualified for the Grand Prix, at tenth place, and was walking around as a constant reminder.

Her boyfriend, in his neon orange polo and black slacks, walked in and grabbed his breakfast before shooting her a grin and a thumbs up and sitting at the other end of the table. 

This would be a long day.

— — — — — — — — — —

“We’re gonna be trying to have Liu in the lead today.” Max’s head snapped up from her notepad and she looked around at the rest of the team staring at her. Cortes was staring at the coach with shock evident on his face. 

“What do you mean, we’re having her in the lead! She’ll lead us alright. Lead us to lose!” Cortes spat out, glaring at her.

“She ranked higher than you,” came Xander’s voice from next to the white board with the other two assistant engineers. “Both overall and in the qualifiers yesterday.”

“That doesn’t mean anything—”

“Hawthorne is right,” said the lead engineer who had made the suggestion in the first place, Brian Grady. “She’s been scoring consistently well over the season and this is a really good chance for her to pull ahead in overall scoring for the team.”

“I could pull ahead too,” came Cortes’ desperate reply.

“Not enough to do us as good as Liu pulling from number six to number five or even higher. The decision is final, Cortes. Perform well in this race, and the next one may be a different story.”

After the meeting and before her practice sessions, Xander pulled Max aside. She frowned up at him. “Is everything alright?”

He held up a clipboard in response and flipped a few pages until he was on her chart.

“I want you to watch your G's in this race. The only thing more important than winning is staying safe and you cut it kind of close during qualifiers. We don’t want you hurting your shoulders and being out of practice,” he explained with worry in his eyes. He wasn’t wrong either, she’d cut it extremely close last race. And it still wasn’t enough.

“Xander. I’ll be okay, I promise.”

He raised his eyebrow. “But…?”

“But if I don’t make podium, my season is over before it even really starts.”

“That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

“No, I don’t think! I can’t let Jameson or Libby beat me out for this title—”

“You’re worried about Jameson and Libby? I really hate to break it to you, Max, but your biggest problem is Cortes. I’m not necessarily talking about racing either!”

“Oh, so you’re jealous?”

“No, I’m not jealous! I’m concerned—”

“Keep your concern driving related, please and thank you.”

“My concern is driving related, that’s why I pulled you aside, you need to watch the force on your turns—”

“Can you monitor my practice laps?” Max interrupted again, giving him wide, innocent eyes. He stared back at her.

“Of course I can. Can I just say though—”

“Hmm?” she turned to look at him.

“All my life, I’ve never met anyone in possession of a skill for interrupting as phenomenal as yours.”

“You mean other than yourself, of course?”

“Right, right.”

— — — — — — — — — — — —

After the podium celebration (she had placed third!), Max managed to weave around and avoid both Grambs sisters in her journey to the medical facility. Xander had been right about watching her turns, and now her shoulders were killing her because she didn’t listen. The medical facility was where Xander found her later, laying on her stomach, with a long heating pad across her shoulder blades. Max twisted her head to look at him before muttering “You were right.” and pouting. Xander brushed her hair from her face and kissed her forehead.

“It’s almost like that’s my job,” Xander said, laughing and continuing to stroke her hair. 

[thecircularlibrary]

i will have the lyrason and libbynash parts of my f1 verse out soon and then possibly averjameson meeting at the gala like i was talking about sorry its been like a million years (im in college and its hard 😭😭😭)

[thecircularlibrary]

a little abt me (masterlist at the bottom)

about me: my name is isabella and i don’t really have any nicknames. i’m studying media studies and poli sci!! i plan to go to law school one day!

i also have a bookstagram: isabellas.library_ if yall want to check it out 🤷‍♀️

favorite color: pink obv

default google font: times new roman or cormant garamond, i love how clean they look

mario kart character: princess daisy

favorite hawthorne: nash, easily

series: a good girl’s guide to murder, the inheritance games saga, riordanverse, classics, the folk of the air, lynn painter books, the selection, grishaverse, boys of tommen

favorite books of all time: the great gatsby, the hate u give, the beauty that remains, the outsiders, the final gambit

favorite movies of all time: dead poets society, west side story, how to lose a guy in ten days, crazy rich asians, little women, do revenge, beautiful boy

music: gracie abrams, role model, tate mcrae, taylor swift, harry styles, olivia rodrigo, sabrina carpenter, shawn mendes, nostalgic music from the 2000s-2010s era, billie eilish

hobbies: writing, reading, watching movies, dancing, listening to music, and i actually really like school, especially taking notes; it’s therapeutic for me

book bfs: wes bennet, nick stark, ravi singh, jameson hawthorne, percy jackson, cardan greenbriar, johnny kavanagh (love joey but i dont have the mental strength 😔)

hope this has been informative!!! <33

masterlist

fics

location services - lyrason

oh darling, don't you ever grow up - lyrason

loss of my life - nash and alisa

is that legal? - hawthorne game night

money talks - alisa x finance bro that i made up

the inheritance games f1-verse

getaway car - averyjameson driver/rich gf

2 hands - xanax driver/engineer

hcs

alisa headcanons