𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖒𝖞 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑

𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖒𝖞 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑 (𝖎'𝖉 𝖉𝖔 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖎 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖉𝖔)

☼ 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: dadsbestfriend!Bucky Barnes x Steggy!Reader

☼ 𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: Bucky picks up the pieces of your heart after your father leaves.

☼ 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔤𝔰: 18+ ONLY!! smut, Steve Rogers slander, mentions of the blip, Bucky has his licence in this, age gap (bucky is 106 but 38 biologically, reader is 78 but 21 biologically), crying after sex (there's nothing wrong with it, hormones are weird things!!), oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (before you whisk it, wrap your biscuit), sub drop, daddy kink but not ddlg (two different things in my opinion),

☼ 𝔞/𝔫:

as Bucky walked up to your apartment, he was nervous. it had been 8 months since Steve had gone back to the past, and you hadn't been in contact with anyone. Bucky had called and texted you over a dozen times, but had never received an answer.

he knew that your father abandoning you would mess you up for a while. it messed him up too. if it weren't for Steve neither of you would have been in the 21st century. on the other hand, if it weren't for Steve, he wouldn't have met you.

he'd met you briefly in HYDRA, but he never really interacted with you. he'd been introduced to you by Drekov during his time in the Red Room. he barely recognized you when Steve freed him, but after a short conversation, he was shocked that you were still alive, not many people survive the gruesome and rigorous training.

it wasn't until the first fight with Thanos that he fell for you. the two of you were fighting side by side, trying to kill as many of the space dogs as possible. one of them approached Bucky from behind, and before Bucky could react, he was being shoved to the ground, and you were wrestling with one of them. your gun was knocked from your hand, and you pulled your hand away long enough to find the dagger in your boot, before driving it through the heart of the beast. you retracted the blade, shoving the body to the ground, and sighing.

"smelly fucker." you said, and grabbed your gun again before running off in the opposite direction to help Natasha and Okoye. Bucky laid against the rock he was shoved against, and breathed heavily, trying to get his nether regions to behave. it wasn't the killing that turned him on -he wasn't a sadist- it was seeing you protecting him, and more importantly how easily your arms strangled that creature.

he couldn't keep his mind off of you during the fight, but before he could even think about asking you out, Thor didn't go for the head.

before he could blink, 5 years had passed, Steve had gone back into the past to be with your mother, and you had barricaded yourself in your apartment due to the heartbreak.

then, Bucky got a call yesterday. despite all of his efforts to contact you, you never returned his calls or texts. he was in disbelief when you called him. he answered nonetheless, and immediately shot up from the bed when he heard your voice.

"B-Bucky?"

"y/n?" Bucky asked, running his flesh hand through his hair, pacing around his living room.

"nee' you." was all you said, and Bucky immediately pulled a shirt on. he put the phone on speaker, and headed to his room for the rest of his clothes.

"okay, baby. I'm coming, but you gotta tell me where you are." he asked as he pulled his jeans on. he grabbed his apartment and car keys, but they fell from his hands when you said the words "Madripoor."

"you're in Madripoor?" he asked, stunned. "baby, i was there like a month ago!"

you sniffled. "i know. i t-told my aunt to not tell you i'm here." Bucky sighed, his eyes closing in frustration. not with you, though. never with you. with himself, for not seeing the signs of you living with your aunt.

"'m sorry." you whispered, sobs wracking your body.

Bucky cursed silently. "no, honey. i'm not mad at you. i'll be there soon. i promise, okay?" he said, and you sniffled again.

"okay." you whispered, and moments later, Bucky was out of the door.

a plane ride later, and he was in Madripoor, and walking through your aunts museum to get to her apartment. he took a deep breath as he approached the door. he turned his head to either side, satisfying cracks filling the quiet space. he knocked on the door, the metal of his hand vibrating against the wood of the reinforced door.

the door opened moments later, and Sharon appeared in the doorway. she smiled knowingly, and jerked her head to the side, allowing Bucky in the apartment silently.

"up the stairs, second door on the left." she said simply, before disappearing into the kitchen. Bucky took another deep breathe, and headed up the stairs. he found your door, and knocked.

a soft 'come in' sounded from inside, and he grasped the door knob, turning it in his fist.

he stepped in the room, and smiled when he saw you. the bed frame and headboard was upholstered in a calming light grey, while the bedding was a mix of white and cream, the pillows having some grey specks on them to add some diversity. his eyes were drawn to an upholstered sheepskin chair next to the bed where you were curled up. he took off his shoes, and walked across the cement floor, the coolness going away as they met the warm cream coloured rug that sat underneath the chair and the bed.

you smiled up at him, and placed your book that you had been reading on your wooden bedside table that held a small succulent and a white lamp that was casting a warm yellow light on you in the chair.

he sat on your bed, and you immediately stood up. he wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you into a hug. his hands traveled up and down your back as you relaxed into his hold, which made his heart soar. you had never been so open to touching him before, and having you in his arms was making him feel like his life was complete.

"why'd you call me?" he asked, and you listed your head.

"i missed you." you answered, your eyes flicking down to his lips briefly.

"hmm, i've missed you too, doll." he admitted in a low voice. you but your lip, and looked down at your feet, shyly. your legs shifted slightly and he smirked at that, knowing he was affecting you.

his hands traveled up to your head, and pulled it back against his collar bone. "missed your soft skin," he whispered into your temple. "the way you smell." he inhaled your scent.

your hands snaked around his midriff, fingers curling into his shirt. "missed you so much, Bucky." you mumbled, and his thighs squeezed your sides. you lifted your head, and your eyes met Bucky's dark gaze.

"please tell me i'm not reading this wrong, doll. because i want you so much, and it's overtaken my entire life." he admitted, and you moaned.

"definitely not. i want you too, so so much." your admission flipped a switch within Bucky, and he pulled you onto his lap, his hands gripping your ass possessively.

he pushed your hips down, prompting your centres to rub together. you trembled, shocks running through your body as his hardness rubbed against your swollen clit.

he grasped your ass, and stood up. he turned around and laid you against the soft mattress. his lips finally connected with yours, and you tangled your fingers in his short hair. one warm hand and one cold metal hand made their way under your sweater, and rested against your heated skin.

they roamed over your breasts, and his thumbs flicked at your nipples. your back arched, and his lips roamed over the sensitive skin of your neck, as he pushed your shirt up. once the material was bunched up and your breasts were exposed to the cool air of the room, the pulled your head up and discarded of the material onto the cement floor.

you tugged on his shirt. "off." you begged. Bucky chuckled, and reluctantly removed his hands from you. he all but ripped your shirt off, and it joined yours on the floor. his fingers found your sleep shorts, and with a glance up at you, he tugged them down, your under wear coming with.

he moaned, his hips digging into the bed as he looked at you, fully exposed in front of him. he grasped your thighs, and pushed them up, your knees hitting your chest lightly.

"fuck, baby girl." he moaned, looking down at your dripping pussy. he dropped to his knees, and wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking harshly. he moved his mouth down your slit, and lavished in the taste of you on his tongue. "you better not keep this pussy to yourself ever again."

your legs shook, your mind blank as you revelled in the pleasure washing over your body. you felt the coil forming in your lower belly, and you tugged harshly on his chestnut hair. his eyes found yours, and he seemed to read your mind.

"need me to fuck this perfect little pussy?" he asked huskily, and you nodded enthusiastically. "need me to wreck it? wreck you?" he asked and you nodded again, still unable to form words.

"i'm gonna wreck you so hard, you're not going to want anyone else." he promised, his fingers pulling at his belt. the sound of metal hitting the floor pulled you from your reverie, and you looked up in time to see him push his pants over his hips, and onto the floor. his underwear followed moments after, and before you could register that he was naked in front of you, he'd pushed your legs back again, and he was lining himself up at your entrance.

his hands gripped yours, and after one more confirmation of consent, he pushed in. you cried out at the stretch, thighs shaking again as they settled against his chest as he bottomed out.

"holy fuck, doll." he moaned, his eyes squeezed shut, breaths harsh. "'m gonna fucking cum already," you moaned, your walls fluttering around him as you got used to his size. the pain faded away shortly after and was replaced by need. you gripped his forearms, and opened your mouth.

before you could even get words out, the air around your mouth was replaced with his tongue. he slid his tongue in your mouth, and your body trembled at the sensation of his tongue on yours. his hands traveled under your head, and once his hands tangled in your hair, his hips finally moved.

he pulled out slowly, before pausing, leaving on the head of his cock inside of you. he gritted his teeth, and pushed back into your wet heat, the head bumping against your g spot.

"ooh," you moaned, legs trembling, back arching. Bucky smirked, and thrust his hips even faster. his hands retracted from your head, and pushed you up the bed. be climbed on, and pressed your thighs apart even more.

"d-daddy," you groaned out as he hit your g spot over and over. the word brewed renewed energy into him, and he dropped his head back, breathing laboured.

"fuck, doll. your pussy is so pretty, all spread open for daddy." he moaned, his hips thrusting even harder. he threw your right leg over his shoulder, his hands gripping your thigh as his hips moved quicker. his metal hand traveled down to your clit, and rubbed in circles. the coil returned in your lower abdomen, and you cried out again, and Bucky leaned over you once more, his lips finding yours.

soft, pillowy lips slid against yours, his stubble scratching your sensitive skin. "cum on my cock." he demanded. "c'mon baby. make a fucking mess all over daddy's cock. one you do that, he'll fucking fill you up so full." he knew you were about to cum. you were squeezing him so tight, and his own orgasm was approaching, but he was determined to make you reach your end before him.

a few more sharp thrusts, and your entire body tensed. then, your legs trembled as the dense waves of your orgasm washed over you. you cried out, your moans sending Bucky into his own orgasm.

"fucking - SHIT!" Bucky cried, driving his cock deep into you, hips stuttering. his body dropped against yours as his body came down from it's high. he pressed soft kisses to your shoulder as you curled your arms under his torso, your body suddenly ice cold.

"you okay, doll?" he asked, pushing off of you, and pulling out. you nodded, and after a kiss was pressed to your cheek, he stood up and headed into the bathroom to grab a washcloth after pulling his underwear on. he wet it, and when he approached the bed again, you were staring off into space, arms crossed against your naked body.

he cleaned you up, and tossed the cloth into your laundry hamper in the corner of your room. he walked over to the dresser, and opened the first door, smiling when he found your undies. he picked out a black stretchy pair, and searched through the rest of your closet for clothes. in the drawer beneath it, he found spandex shorts. he picked out a pair of burgundy ones. he opened the door to your closet and found a Hogwarts sweater with the school crest and the words "Hogwarts Alumni" on it.

when he walked back over to the bed, he was horrified to find you crying silent tears.

"baby?" he asked, dropping the clothes against the bed. "what's wrong?" you shook your head, and Bucky brushed away some of your tears. he sighed, but pulled your sweater over your head, followed by your underwear and shorts.

he climbed on the bed and pulled you into his arms. as soon as he settled you in his lap, you broke down into sobs. Bucky rocked you from side to side gently, and soothed you as best he could.

"w-why?" you sobbed, and Bucky paused. "why'd he do it?"

Bucky felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. "baby-" he said, and he hugged you as tight as he could against you, and let you release all your anguish about your father. he felt tears coming to his own eyes, and his metal hand gripped the back of your head, and held you.

"i don't know, baby girl. i don't." he said quietly. "i don't know why he'd leave his baby girl when she needed him the most, but i promise you, you're going to be okay. i love you, my sweet girl, and i will take care of you."

navigation :) -requests: open!

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hi, i'm daisy and i'm irish. my main teams are redbull, mclaren, haas, and williams but tbh i like all of them and just enjoy the sport. I also watch f2 and a bit of f3 :)

for my stories i'll be going by the 2024 grid and obvi update it next year :)

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fic-tober masterlist! (2024)

who i write for:

charles leclerc

photograph a step into your life with charles

mistakes and miscalculations a fight and a mistake leads to something worse

persistent pestering Ferrari drivers are persistent. You’re not looking for love. Too bad he is.

wingman paul charles leclerc takes a liking to you at your brothers movie premiere... paul makes it happen!

max verstappen

congratulations max shows the whole world something new after his fourth world championship win.

temptations you and max are on break and things get out of hand. nothing like tmz to mess things up, right?

Happy accident! two words. Las Vegas.

m4x max wins, and finally, he's done.

fulfilled max reflects on his life.

oscar piastri

false starts and unthinkable mistakes Oscar comes to you at the end of a bad race

debuts and podiums how oscar celebrates after your first race, and first win.

mishaps online oscar accidentally posts a nude online the night before your big concert and launch. oops.

red flag you get in an accident on track

the disgraced pop princess oscar is your salvation after things so horribly wrong

-> his disgraced pop princess oscar is there for you through your first real GP weekend and everything else, of course

my girl fans made a youtube compilation of oscar and you being in love since your prema days.

slip-up oscar slips up about your wedding

pointe shoes and racecars you and oscar had grown up together, and grown apart. now you're teaching him ballet for a mclaren video. will you two reconnect?

family fights you and oscar were never meant to be together, lando made that clear. one night changes everything, then another changes it again.

accident prone oscar comes home one night hurt, how do you deal with it?

bad day you had an awful day, but at least you're coming home to him.

Stoic much? oscar might be too good at the whole 'keeping a secret' thing. like, really good.

wallflowers like flowers too you never thought you'd find love, especially not with your best friend at his sister's wedding.

chancer Can he figure out who you are at the masquerade ball before you leave forever?

mark my words mark (webber) 'slips up' about your marriage.

nothing bad! the sprint pisses you off, ted's notebook catches you at a bad time, you say some things, oscar posts some things, and it ends up being one of the most popular ad campaigns in history. oops.

quick tweet, big problem you and oscar are together, but the world doesn't need to know you're engaged. lando decides they do.

knowing me, knowing you you're a broadway star, and oscar has to know everything about a topic for the 'anything but F1' segment. win-win when his girlfriend is in the public eye.

gymming oscar doesn't want you going to the gym

then we can breaking up sucks.

first kisses being jack wolff's nanny is a pretty sick gig, especially when your old friend is an f1 driver and is interested in you...

-> first dinners being jack wolff's nanny is a pretty sick gig... only when your boss (/ father figure) isn't trying to interrogate your new boyfriend. (18+)

-> vampire oscar gets a new nickname...

guilt tripping oscar asks something of you that you know you can't do. you do it anyway and it ends in you two almost breaking up. almost.

farm girl what's a better way to a guys attention than shouting at him for being too slow?

playing favourites your first season as an f1 driver doesn't start the best, and you quickly realise McLaren doesn't like women very much. On top of that, your race engineer is as smug as the rest of them, and you have to deal with him all the time.

-> outbursts

sweating oscar has been acting strange

lando norris

mistakes the aftermath of the Hungarian gp

family issues lando (and his mum) are there for you during a difficult time.

catch-up lando after monza

the break up of the century you and lando break up on horrible terms, could a new album and a special performance bring you tow back together?

making moves Lando and you don't exactly get along and now you're quitting, he'll surely take it well, right?

misguided mishaps One bed between you and your brother's best friend… what could go wrong? (18+)

was it casual? the seriousness of your relationship wasn't exactly clear... leading to unforseen circumstances... (18+)

3 minutes lando overshoots an overtake, and you go off the track. what then ensues is the most stressful and awful 3 hours of his life.

2 hands your stunt-driver pulled out the day before the shoot, good thing you're dating an f1 driver. (18+)

risotto brazil was shit

prince charming lando brings his niece to the ballet, who knew he'd find love?

daniel riccardo

smile, even though it’s breaking daniel is your older brother's best friend who you can't stand. it's his last race, and your last chance to speak your mind

logan sargent

meetings from the past you and logan reconnect after years apart

accidental injury logan can't look where he's going, too bad he runs straight into you.

lovers in denial you and logan don't get along. or do you?

alex albon

love and lies you and Alex have been fake dating for the sake of the team, then one night changes it all.

george russell

Opposites attract, right? you have a pretty bad track record when it comes to being forgetful...

lewis hamilton

married man Married? Maybe. But why does everyone else need to know?

mistake lewis fucks up

kimi antonelli

taking care kimi takes care of you, in his own special way

breaking up (not making up) you've had it with kimi always putting you second.

ollie bearman

Creepy guy who isn't all that creepy Why does your cappuccino taste like shit? And why are you being followed by a random 6 foot man?

Alright Ollie isn’t exactly ecstatic after Brazil… you change that.

paul aron

Thoughtless love it's just easy being with him.

playboy you've been weary about paul and his advances, a confrontation changes everything.

arthur leclerc

all grown up! you're back in monaco a a dog-sitter. the doorbell rings. oops.

jack doohan

brother’s teammate your brothers new teammate is really hot

franco colapinto

mi senora you and franco barely know each other, yet he's obsessed with you. could this turn into a budding romance?

too warm franco finds a way to gain your favor... only it doesn't go as planned.

lance stroll

losing battle it's a marriage of convenience that's becoming pretty inconvenient when you start falling for your best friend.

liam lawson

a story for a dinner party (18+) stuck in an elevator with your boyfriend, whatever will you do? (fuck.)

zhou guanyu

listening ears on How come when you try to set Zhou up, it ends badly?

carlos sainz

admin looking for love! Why did Alex Albon feel the need to post you on his story as a ‘lonely woman looking for love’? And why did Carlos Sainz dm you after it?

choices charles gives you an ultimatum

(but you can request others!)

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the grid: (aka blurbs) 'the grid' = piastri, leclerc, riccardo, verstappen, russell, norris, albon, hamilton (but tell me if there's others you want on it :)

getting caught making out

complimenting you

you find out you're a bet

meet-cutes!

wedding shenanigans!

time for a hot lap!

confesses!

late for a date!

no nut november! (the grid + sargeant, colapinto, lawson, aron, and arthur leclerc)

(more) no nut novemeber (jenson button, mark webber, fernando alonso, nico hulkenberg, kevin magnussen, valterri bottas, zhou gunayu, kimi raikkonen, sebastain vettel)

when their teammate likes you... (Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Alex Albon, Franco Colapinto, Logan Sargeant, Daniel Riccardo, Liam Lawson, Charles LeClerc, Carlos Sainz, Arthur LeClerc, Ollie Bearman, Max Verstappen, Paul Aron, Jack Doohan. )

when the media says something insane Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Alex Albon, Franco Colapinto, Logan Sargeant, Daniel Riccardo, Liam Lawson, Charles LeClerc, Carlos Sainz, Arthur LeClerc, Ollie Bearman, Max Verstappen, Paul Aron, Jack Doohan.

when they admit they love you (Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Alex Albon, Franco Colapinto, Logan Sargeant, Daniel Riccardo, Liam Lawson, Charles LeClerc, Carlos Sainz, Arthur LeClerc, Ollie Bearman, Max Verstappen, Paul Aron, Jack Doohan.)

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our favourite presenter, y/n y/l/n! f1 grid x reader x oscar piastri

Presenting… y/n y/l/n Tweets about our favourite F1 commentator!

Judgy McJudgy Pants or Osc? You decide! you and oscar are getting closer, or are you?

dangerous media things go downhill fast as you fall, and he has to catch you. what makes it worse is what he says after…

lies and flights you two have a moment, the moment ends, and so does something else...

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widow-cevans

4 years ago

Peter, making a TikTok: GAY SUPERSOLDIER UNCLES CHEEEECK!

Steve & Bucky:

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1 year ago

Masterslist 𝜗𝜚

Matthew Bernard Sturniolo 𝜗𝜚

Rated R video • Part 1 • Part 2 𝜗𝜚 •

Sexual Car video • Part 1 • Part 2 𝜗𝜚 •

(coming soon)

Wet Dreams 𝜗𝜚

Christopher Owen Sturniolo 𝜗𝜚

Crying on your birthday 𝜗𝜚

Rated R video (Chris’ Version) • Part 1 • Part 2 𝜗𝜚•

Moments with chris… 𝜗𝜚 (coming soon)

Back Scratches 𝜗𝜚 (coming soon)

Parents basement and pool tables 𝜗𝜚

(coming soon)

Nicolas Antonio Sturniolo 𝜗𝜚

Nothing yet!!

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1 month ago

Finding out that Captain America 3 was originally meant to be a direct sequel the The Winter Soldier and would’ve focused on Steve and Sam’s search for Bucky, with a focus on Steve and Bucky’s relationship, but was scrapped for Civil War because DC released Batman vs Superman has actually ruined my day. Probably my week.

I’m so upset right now, what the hell.

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4 months ago

★ MASTERLIST

it's nice to have a friend lando is one of your closest friends… until he sleeps with you and ghosts you. part one ★ part two ★ part three ★ part four ★ part five ★ part six ★ part seven ★ part eight ★ part nine ★ part ten ★ part eleven ★ part twelve ★ part thirteen ★ part fourteen ★ part fifteen ★ part sixteen

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widow-cevans

4 years ago

I can't stand ppl who are willfully ignorant. You mean to tell me that you didn't notice the hate and racist remarks ppl like Chadwick Boseman, Anthony Mackie, Brie Larson, Zendaya, Tessa Thompsan and countless others got for the roles they played in the MCU? Are you really serious? People who don't even pay attention to the MCU knew about it. If you don't pay attention to celebrities and movie news in general then I guess could understand but how dare you say no one was hating on these ppl for their skin color or gender? Let's not forget how y'all claimed Black Panther was divisive, political and there was no "diversity" in it before the movie even came out. Ugh! Y'all get on my nerves!

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4 years ago

Bucky Breaks the Internet

A Bucky Barnes x f!Y/N Social Media AU

The entertainment industry was surprised by the sudden news that the famous actor Sebastian Stan had joined the dating site 'Tinder' under the name 'Bucky'. You are a big fan of him, so naturally, you registered and tried to find him on tinder; Not knowing that the account is actually owned by a person named Bucky Barnes instead of your celebrity crush.

Note: I wanted to do something with the information that Sebastian Stan probably exists in the MCU too, and this is my attempt to make something out of it. This is a little self-indulgent, but I hope you'd all enjoy reading this too 🥺

Taglist: @white-wolf-buckaroo @pheonixisded @film-enthusiastt @justab-eautifulmess @deanhisbaby @corvusmorte @wobblymug + whoever wants to be added on this taglist!! just reply here or send me an ask or dm about it! thank you ♡

Main Masterlist: if you want to check out my other AUs, too!

Series Masterlist

Chapters marked with ⍟ includes narrations.

Twitter Profiles

Chapter One: Found You

Chapter Two: Smooth

Chapter Three: Breakfast

Chapter Four: 21 Questions

Chapter Five: Package

Chapter Six: Funkos

Chapter Seven: Good Friends

Chapter Eight: Coney Island

Chapter Nine: Bench ⍟

Chapter Ten — coming soon

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

May add more chapters

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widow-cevans

5 months ago

Lando dating a princess for a while and they love each other alot and when it's brought to Landos attention by a friend like an off hand comment about how if he married into the family he might not be able to be an f1 driver, he panics. Because he loves f1 and loves his princess girlfriend as well. And when he brings it up to her reader says she can talk to her dad, but a few days later lando is still panicking and he says hurtful things about how he can't give up his biggest dream for her. So the reader breaks up with him and tells him he doesn't have to worry about it anymore. And Lando feels awful and to make it worse he gets a letter from her actual father saying how if they did ever marry that he can continue his career and that he's happy his daughter is happy with him and that he makes her happy. And it makes Lando resize the huge mistake he made and goes and wins his girl back. 💕

Racing hearts

Summary: Lando panics over the fear of losing his F1 career if he marries his princess girlfriend, says hurtful things, loses her, and later learns from her father that his fears were unfounded, prompting him to win her back and reconcile.

Genre: angst, fluff

TW: breakup, doubts

A/N: it’s been a while!! Okay so I have like so many requests ready to post and I thinking do it through the week because I have my German exam tmr 🫡 wish me luck!!

English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist

Lando had never imagined his life could look like this. Fast cars, roaring crowds, and champagne-soaked podiums had always been the dream. But now, amidst the whirlwind of his racing career, he had something he’d never expected: love.

And not just any love—he was dating a princess.

You were nothing like he thought royalty would be. Grounded, kind, and utterly devoted to making the world a better place, you brought balance to Lando’s life in a way he hadn’t known he needed. You also fit seamlessly into his chaotic world of Formula 1. At races, you stood quietly in the background, proud and supportive. You didn’t mind the hours he spent on the simulator or the late nights studying data. You understood his passion because you had your own—a commitment to your people and your duties.

For a while, everything felt perfect.

It was during a casual dinner with some friends—Max Fewtrell among them—that things started to unravel. The group was laughing, trading jokes and stories, when someone tossed out a comment.

“Lando, you know if you marry her, you might have to quit F1, right? I mean, can you really imagine a prince flying around the world chasing lap times?”

The table erupted in laughter, but Lando froze. The thought hadn’t occurred to him.

“You’re joking, right?” he said, forcing a laugh.

“Maybe,” Max replied with a shrug. “But royal life has its rules, mate. They probably wouldn’t want you risking your neck in a car every weekend.”

Lando’s stomach twisted uncomfortably.

That night, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Would he really have to give up racing? Could he? Racing wasn’t just his career—it was his identity, his purpose. But then there was you, the woman he loved more than he thought possible. The idea of losing you was just as unbearable.

By the time he brought it up to you a few days later, the doubt had consumed him.

“Hey, love,” he said one evening, his voice hesitant. You looked up from the book you were reading, immediately noticing his unease.

“What’s wrong?”

“I, uh…” He scratched the back of his neck. “Someone said something the other day, and I can’t stop thinking about it. If we, you know, got serious… married… would I have to stop racing?”

Your expression softened. “Oh, Lando,” you said gently. “We can talk to my father about it. I’m sure we can figure something out.”

But even your reassurance didn’t settle him.

Over the next few days, Lando spiraled. The idea of choosing between the two things he loved most—racing and you—consumed him. And when he finally couldn’t hold it in any longer, the conversation turned sour.

“I can’t do this,” he blurted one evening as you stood in the kitchen.

You blinked, startled. “Do what?”

“This… us,” he said, his voice shaking. “If being with you means giving up racing, I can’t do it. I can’t give up my dream for you.”

His words felt like a slap.

“I never asked you to,” you replied quietly, your voice trembling.

“But what if it comes to that? What if I have to choose? I don’t know if I can.”

You stared at him for a long moment, tears welling in your eyes. “Then I’ll make it easy for you,” you said, your voice breaking. “You don’t have to choose, Lando. It’s over.”

And with that, you walked away, leaving him standing there, hollow and stunned.

Days passed, but Lando felt no relief—only regret. He missed you with an ache he couldn’t ignore. Then, one morning, a letter arrived. The royal seal on the envelope made his heart race.

It was from your father.

Dear Lando,

I wanted to thank you for bringing so much happiness into my daughter’s life. She speaks of you with such pride and love.

I’ve heard there may be some concerns about how your career would fit into our family. Let me reassure you: should the two of you decide to marry, you would have our full support to continue racing. Your dedication and passion are qualities we admire deeply, and we would never want to stand in the way of your dreams.

Sincerely,

[Your Father’s Name]

Lando stared at the letter, guilt crashing over him. He had let fear drive him to hurt you, and he had been wrong—so wrong.

Lando didn’t waste another moment. He booked the next flight to your country, rehearsing what he would say a thousand times in his head. When he finally arrived at the palace, he was a nervous wreck, but determination pushed him forward.

You weren’t expecting him when he showed up at your door, looking disheveled and desperate.

“Lando,” you said, startled. “What are you doing here?”

“I messed up,” he said, his voice cracking. “I was scared and stupid, and I hurt you. I should have trusted you, trusted us. You mean everything to me, and I’ll do whatever it takes to fix this.”

Tears filled your eyes, but this time, they weren’t from pain.

“I got a letter from your dad,” he continued, pulling it out of his pocket. “He said I could keep racing. I didn’t have to choose. But even if I did… I should have chosen you. I’m so sorry.”

For a moment, you just stared at him. Then, slowly, a small smile broke through your tears.

“Do you mean it?” you whispered.

“With everything I am,” he said.

And when you pulled him into a tight embrace, he knew he had finally crossed the finish line of the most important race of his life.

Months later, Lando stood on the podium, another trophy in hand. But as he looked out into the crowd, his eyes found you—his princess, the love of his life—cheering louder than anyone.

He had his dream, his career, and his girl. And for the first time, everything felt truly perfect.