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At long last, here is my masterlist! Note for my Supernatural re write: There will be a separate Masterlist for each season after the finale:) I would recommend maybe opening my prompt list in another tab, as there are a few prompt fics here and there. You can find it here.

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"Hermosa" - Gekko x F!Reader Part 1

Gekko x F!Reader

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Word count: 17.7K

This is my first Valorant fanfic ever, been wanting to do this for a while, hope you enjoy! There will be multiple parts for this, hehe

(C/N) = Codename (your agent name)

(Y/N) = Your name

Everything's SFW for this part, there will be fluff and angst, I really hope you like this so far!!

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You were amongst the first agents to join the Valorant Protocol, alongside Sage. You two were great friends, despite the age gap. Sage was always eager to teach you new things, whether it was in the shooting range or just any hobbies you were interested in.

Brimstone wasn't left behind either, after all, he's like a father to you after you lost your family during the First Light. Your parents were forever grateful for Brimstone's help throughout the years, so when the fatal day arrived, he didn't hesitate to take you in and teach you all he knew to defend yourself, eventually leading you to join the Valorant Protocol.

Being one of the first to join allowed you to gain experience at an incredibly fast pace, and you managed to gain everyone's trust to the point no one questioned whenever Brim put you in charge for any call outs in the battlefield. It's safe to say everyone trusts you. Well, everyone except for a few.

You can't please everyone, that's clear as water to you, but you can't help the uneasiness around other agents like Fade and Omen. Maybe it's just the way they are; laid back, lacking communication in some aspects, but they know enough to not go against your word. Brim wouldn't like that.

"(Y/N), Sage," Brim was shuffling through some files as you and Sage stood behind him. "We need to locate the next agents to join the protocol, but we also have a setback due to Omega Earth agents scouting a new location that Fade has gathered intel on." You couldn't pinpoint it but he seemed... off. You've almost never seen him in such stance for the last two years in VP.

Sage approached Brim and placed her hand on his shoulder, as if to ground him. "Brimstone, just tell us what to do and we'll get it done."

This seemed enough to help Brim regain his senses and prompted to clear his throat. "Right, apologies, you two." You smiled in reassurance. "So, first things first. We need to reach this new location before Omega Earth does, for that, I'll need a 5-stack team to cover as much as possible. Sage, I need you in the battlefield for this." Sage nodded, allowing Brim to continue. "I was thinking you can take Fade with you since she's the one who retrieved this information for us. Now for the rest of the agents, I was thinking you should take Killjoy, Raze and Jett, but if you want to replace anyone for this job, feel free to do so. Any questions so far?"

Sage shook her head, "I'm assuming we need to avoid a spike being planted again, even if they're just scouting." Brim nodded. "Alright, everything's clear. I'll stick with the agents you have proposed."

"Perfect. Now," he turned to you. "I need you to help with the scouting of the next agent. We've located him, and he's actually an acquaintance of Reyna," he continued. You couldn't help the slight shiver down your spine upon hearing her name. Reyna. You've never really had bad experiences with her, it was just never clear to you whether she doubted your judgement or not. Nonetheless, you couldn't let yourself think negatively before you're even assigned this task. "Reyna will meet up with him but you need to tag along to make sure they're not followed. Understood?"

"Yes, sir." Even though he's like a father to you, you maintain professionalism within the headquarters, even when it's just the three of you. Brim nodded and turned back to the files from earlier.

"Alright, with that decided, Sage, feel free to go through these files to gather as much knowledge as possible from the sites. (Y/N), I believe Reyna is in the shooting range in case you want to discuss details with her. The sooner, the better."

With that, you promptly excused yourself and left the office, making your way towards the shooting range.

Once Sage made sure you left, she turned to Brim. "What made you decide to send her off with Reyna? You know they haven't interacted as much." Sage was concerned, since you've expressed your worries about agents disliking you in the past. Reyna was no exception.

"Reyna requested her. Those two need to eventually get along, and from the looks of it, this new kid might help with their interactions." He handed Sage the file with all of his information provided by Reyna. She hummed, and understood what Brimstone was on about.

You felt your heart pounding, anxiety dwelling up. You never struggle with these feelings in the battlefield, yet you still felt the same sense of awareness that an enemy may be nearby, watching. You suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder and gasped out in surprise, turning around abruptly and firmly grabbing their wrist.

"Tae, (Y/N)..!" It was just Neon. You sighed in relief.

"Neon, thank god... I'm sorry, you scared the shit out of me." You released her wrist and breathed out, trying to calm down after the scare of your life.

"Right back at you, what are you so jumpy for anyway?" Neon couldn't help but notice your palm was sweaty when you grabbed her wrist.

"Oh, uh.. I was just looking for Reyna is all." You were hoping Neon wouldn't catch up on the fact that Reyna scares you a bit. Of course, your hopes were for nothing.

"Are you... scared of her?" She tried to stiff a laugh.

"What? Pff, of course not! Why would I?" You tried to shrug it off but it was no use. Neon laughed a bit.

"You know she's my mentor, right?" Neon smiled, "She's not as bad as she seems. She just has this.. scary aura but, trust me, as long as you don't get on her bad side, you'll be fine."

You sighed, slightly relieved. "Yeah, I just.. I've never talked to her one-on-one about something so, I guess I was just nervous."

"Well, don't be! I'm sure everything will go fine. I think she was heading to the kitchen just now, she finished practicing a while ago."

"Thank you, Neon." You smiled and headed to the kitchen.

As you walked in, you saw Reyna sitting in a chair with a coffee on one hand and a magazine on the other. You've never seen her outside of practice and missions, so it was a bit weird for you to even see her in casual clothing.

"Hey there," you slightly waved at her, awkwardly making your way to the counter and getting a glass of water. You were nervous, and Reyna could sense it.

Setting her magazine down, she looked at you. "Hello, (Y/N)." She sipped her coffee. "Your heart is racing. Something bothering you?"

You made your way to the table she was sat at and took the chair from another table before sitting down across her.

"Well, I was assigned to tag along with you to recruit this new agent and Brimstone advised me to discuss the details with you as soon as possible." You tried to talk calmly, but you knew Reyna could still sense your uneasiness anyway.

"Ah, sí. I personally asked Brimstone to assign you to this." Wait, she asked for you? Why?

"You did?"

"Sí, you see, your abilities are best suited to make sure we're not followed back into the headquarters. My little friend seems to have gotten himself into trouble after all." She was right. Being a sentinel, you were one of the best at holding positions with your enhanced senses. You're able to hear steps at a location you've previously been at, and sense any foreign entities based on their aura.

"I see, that makes sense." You were more at ease now. "So, this friend of yours, where and when are we picking him up?"

Reyna smiled. "We're going to take a trip down LA, cariño."

You didn't think you would be leaving so soon, but from what Brimstone informed you, there is already an Omega counterpart of this new guy, so it was crucial to recruit him as soon as possible.

You and Reyna got off a train. You were keeping a low profile, so you were both wearing a vest under your casual clothes, with a pistol and a knife strapped in a hidden spot for both of you. You carried a Ghost while Reyna brought a Sherif.

"Alright, this is the meeting spot. We're way earlier than him, so that should give you enough time to scout the place." Reyna said while taking her phone out. "I'm letting him know we're here, so it should take him around 20 to 30 minutes to get here. That enough time for you?" She turned to you after sending the text message.

"More than enough. Got your earpiece?" Reyna nodded. "Alright, be right back then."

Reyna watched you walk off, thinking how you and the new agent will get along. She wishes the best for him. Heck, he's a soft spot for her. She knows a bit of your story from Brimstone, and she's never once not reminded of this kid whenever he looks at you. Maybe that's the reason why she avoided you so much, but it was time to change that, since she knew you and Neon would be great friends for him, and her most preferred anyway.

Making your way down the street, you glanced at the graffiti on the walls. You were wearing a long red skirt, as much as you hate them, but underneath you wore dark skinny jeans, where your weapons were strapped on. As for your shirt, it was a black t-shirt. The dark color made it easier for you to conceal the vest underneath.

Right outside the alley were a couple of food stands, and it wasn't too crowded. You made sure to mentally map the area around you and pinpoint the most crucial paths to the meeting spot.

After a while, you had a broad vision of the area, and you decided to stay put a bit close to the most vulnerable entrance to the alley, yet not too far from Reyna.

"Reyna, I'm all set."

"Copied, he should be here any second. If you sense four sources of radianite besides his, don't worry." Reyna echoed through your earpiece. Before you had time to ask her what she meant by that, you sensed someone new, along with the other sources of radianite Reyna mentioned earlier.

You closed your eyes and focused on the meeting spot, just to be sure. Faintly, you could hear two voices.

"El caos puede ser... hermoso." You could tell that was Reyna.

"Chill, chill, we're good." A voice you've never heard before. From the friendly manner, you assumed this was the new guy.

You opened your eyes and spoke to your earpiece. "Reyna, showed up already?"

"Yes, just stay put for a bit." You knew what she meant, it would be silly of you to leave right away in case he was followed through here.

You proceeded to close your eyes and go through all the crucial spots. Nothing suspicious so far, until you heard a faint click, far away, but loud enough for you to know it was a finger placed on a trigger. You weren't sure from where exactly. You frantically looked everywhere. Then you realized there was one place you weren't able to scout. The roof.

"Reyna, duck!" You got out of your hiding spot, ripping your skirt off, and got a grenade you borrowed from Raze. A loud gunshot was heard, but Reyna was able to get the new guy away just in time. You threw the grenade on instinct based on the source of the gunshot, and oh boy, were your instincts right. An Omega soldier fell off, grunting from the pain. You got your Ghost out and tried to shoot him as soon as he fell, but he was fast. He rolled over and managed to find a hiding spot.

"Shit," you cursed. If you were fast enough you would've killed him before he finished landing.

"(Y/N), are you hurt?" You heard Reyna through your earpiece, a hint of concern could be detected on her voice. You couldn't help but smile at that.

"Worried about me now?" You laughed. "I'm fine, but this asshole has me in a pinch. He's got a sniper rifle and I'm just hiding behind a bunch of garbage."

"We're on it, just don't walk into any green goo you see on the floor." You weren't sure what she was talking about but didn't question it. Then, seconds later, you heard a gargling sound, followed by an explosion. You quickly glanced back, aiming your pistol, and quickly understood what Reyna was on about. That green thing seemed like a sort of grenade.

The soldier attempted to flee the goo before it got him, but just as he came on sight, you shot him straight through the head. You closed your eyes and quickly went over the rest of the points, making sure there was no one else lurking. You heard nothing.

You opened your eyes and met Reyna standing in a dark corner, her eyes glowing. "Nada mal para ser tu primera vez," she said amused. You were about to ask what she was on about when a green haired guy appeared on the other end of the alley. You recognized his aura from earlier.

"You think so?" The guy asked excitedly. First impression, very childish.

"Gekko, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Gekko." Reyna introduced you two.

"Thanks for saving my butt earlier, it's nice meeting you, Gekko." You extended your arm to give him a handshake. He promptly followed.

"Oh, yeah, no problem, and thanks." He scratched his neck. "Likewise."

Reyna looked at him in a funny manner before making her way out of the alley. "Well, we better get out of here before we have to deal with anything else."

You stopped in your tracks when you remembered you literally tore your skirt off. "Uhm, Reyna?" She turned around, and quickly realized what you were worried about.

She sighed in frustration, "Hand them over, I'll take them back." You thanked her and handed your pistol with your knife.

This whole time you didn't notice Gekko glancing at you, as much as he could. He had heard about you from Reyna, unbeknownst to you. He was eager to get to know you and become friends, but he never thought you would be this pretty. He got himself together and followed you two from behind.

Once you arrived at the headquarters, you notified Brimstone of the little encounter you had. This made him a bit uneasy but he acknowledged your good work, alongside Gekko's. He asked you to lead him to his room, which happened to be next to yours and Reyna's.

You made your way to the main room where everyone hangs out. They were all greeting Gekko and welcoming him.

Jett suspiciously slid next to you and wrapped her arm around your shoulders. "Heyy, what's that about the new guy saving your ass out there, huh (C/N)?" Jett was teasing you again. She was always like this, in a friendly manner, of course.

You scoffed, "I have no idea what you're talking about, wind girl."

Jett laughed, "Oh, come on! That's never to be heard of! You? The best sentinel around caught up in a tight spot? Talk about sloppiness right there, girl." As much as you knew she was joking, she was right. It was rare of you to be caught in a tight spot. You thought maybe it was the uneasiness of being around Reyna for the first time, but it wasn't time to think about that right now.

You approached Gekko and tapped his shoulder. "Ready to see your new room?"

He beamed a smile. "Yes! Can you show me around as well? Just so me and my critters don't get lost." You smiled and nodded as you waved everyone else goodbye.

In the back, you didn't notice Jett and Yoru talk behind. "I bet one of them will fall in love." Jett said to him.

"You're really going to bet against me again?" Yoru asked. "Dibs on new guy." Jett simply rolled her eyes.

"Kitchen's that way, and down the hall you'll find the locker rooms, followed by the entrance to the range. That's where we practice. You're most likely going to be training under Harbor. Just make sure your little guys don't eat our food."

Gekko wasn't paying much attention until you brought his creatures up. "Oh, yeah, don't worry about them. They don't eat normal food." He smiled. He was way too distracted admiring you, as corny as it is. Looking how you interacted with everyone made him look up to you. "Say, for how long have you been here?" You stopped in your tracks, startled at the question. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"No, don't worry." You interrupted him as soon as he started to apologize. "I don't mind the questions, I'm just not used to the personal ones, I guess." Gekko said nothing in response, giving you the space to continue. "I've been here for almost two years now, since the start of the Valorant Protocol."

"Damn, so you've been here for a while."

"Pretty much."

"Well, I look forward to learning from you, (Y/N)." You turned around and saw him smiling. You don't know what it was, if it was his smile alone, or his eyes displaying trust and admiration towards you that made you a bit flustered, but one thing's for sure; his smile is contagious.

You turned around as soon as you felt yourself smile and kept walking, Gekko following from behind. "So, you're friends with Reyna?" You were curious about him too, so you couldn't help but return the personal questions to him.

"Oh, yeah, Reyna and I go way back, shortly after the First Light. I wasn't affected by it but she was, in a way. I used to know her and..." He trailed off. You glanced at him in response. "Nevermind... Anyway, my critters got to know her as well and we spent time together until she left. Then, as it turns out, she left to come here, so she dragged me along with her."

You hummed in response. You never thought Reyna would be thoughtful enough to think about someone else's future, but you never judge a book by its cover.

You chatted a bit more until you got to the dorms. "Well, this is where we all live in the headquarters. This is my room," you pointed to a door that read your codename. "And this is yours."

"We're next to each other? Qué padre, I'll get to see you often, then." You couldn't help but smile at his eagerness.

You helped Gekko set up a code for his lock and proceeded to open the door. The room was plain, with a simple bed and a small table with a closet. There were no decorations yet. This allows each agent to personalize their room to their liking.

"And here it is, your new room. I know it's plain but don't worry, we can go out shopping with the others so you can buy a few decorations and such."

"Thank you, (Y/N)." He smiled again. God, his smile is contagious. You couldn't help but smile back.

You were saying goodbye to him and his creatures, and right before you left, you turned around and looked at him, smiling. "By the way, welcome to Valorant."

Confused Hatred

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Gekko didn’t understand why you hated his little homies.

Most importantly, he couldn’t understand why his little friends wanted so desperately to be liked by you.

He just couldn’t understand you.

And he hated it.

He hated you by extension, too.

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When Gekko woke up, he felt refreshed and in an amazing mood.

Today was going to be a good day.

He gently woke up and greeted his little homies, sensing that they, too, were in a positive vibe.

He felt like hardly anything could ruin his day.

He exited his room, immediately going for the kitchen to fix himself a latte, happily greeting Cypher while passing by.

“Well, you seem to be in a good mood,” He observed, a smile in his voice.

“Yeah ! I just woke up, too, so the vibes are just perfect right now,” He answered, nodding enthusiastically as he poured his beverage in his cup.

“Glad to hear it, young friend,” The sentinel said, nodding as well.

His critters noticed something, and suddenly grew more agitated. Wingman almost fell off the counter he was sitting on out of pure excitement.

The initiator caught him just in time, however. 

Turning to see the source of the ruckus, he immediately saw you.

Just like that, his bright smile faded away.

You were looking at him and his friends with such disdain and disgust… 

It made his blood boil.

Dizzy slowly flew over to you, trying to appear friendly.

Noticing her, your disgust visibly grew and you took a step back.

She wasn't going to abandon just like that, however, continuing to make her way towards your face.

“If you don't stop that thing right now Gekko, I will swat it away,” You warned, glaring at the poor little homie. 

At least you were nice enough to warn him… 

Gently taking her into his hands, it was his turn to glare at you.

Silently, you held his gaze, as if challenging him, daring him to say anything. 

“What the fuck is your problem ?” He questioned, frowning. 

He felt rage building inside his chest, hot and almost painful.

“I could ask you the same question. Deadlock has already said that those… Things were better off in a cage. Letting them roam free is a safety hazard for everyone,” You replied coolly, your eyes sharp. 

Staring through him and into his soul.

It both freaked him out and made him even angrier. 

“They haven't hurt anyone !” He almost shouted, bringing Dizzy – who he was still holding – closer to his chest protectively. 

“Yet,” You continued, as if you were an oracle and could tell the future. 

Hell, hardly anyone was aware what you were capable of, for all he knew…

He shook his head.

Gekko was giving you way too much credit.

And he wasn't about to ruin his amazing day talking to you. 

Grabbing his now finished drink, he turned away from you to face his little friends.

He could sense their curiosity and pure want to befriend you.

It almost overwhelmed him.

If he wasn't already used to it, he would've been, if he were honest.

“C'mon little homies, let's go somewhere peaceful,” He announced, and he felt their disappointment.

You chuckled, dry and hollow. 

He felt his cheeks grow hotter due to how much anger he was feeling.

“You do know that nowhere will be “peaceful” with them around, right ?” You questioned, nonchalantly. 

He decided for his own good to ignore you, already walking away.

How the initiator allowed you to have that much influence on him was beyond his comprehension. 

Slowly sipping his drink, he watched over Iso and Jett playing with his little friends in the lounge fondly. 

Why couldn't you just…

He sighed, frustrated, while shaking his head. 

He should seriously stop thinking about you.

Maybe he should go for a walk, perhaps that'll clear his mind. 

He waited a bit, not wanting to ruin his homies’ fun. 

But they all knew him too well, and slowly left the two Asian agents to be by his side. 

Mosh was the last one to hop over. 

“Let's go for a walk !” He offered happily. 

They all cheered.

After all, it wasn't often they could explore the garden and by extension the forest, Gekko being too afraid of them getting lost or eating something they shouldn't have.

He didn't know them as much as he'd like, and he hated that.

What if one fell sick ?

… Or worse ?

He shook those thoughts away.

They had two healers that loved his little friends very much and would do anything for them.

They weren't the only ones feeling that way, too.

Now in a better headspace once again, he went outside, his friends following him close by. 

He looked around, admiring the scenery and the peacefulness of nature, following the path towards the garden, which was being taken care of by both Skye and Omen.

He didn’t expect to see anybody there other than those two.

Instead of literally anybody else, he saw you. 

He almost groaned in discontent, but then he saw the expression you were wearing.

You didn’t even have your eyes open as you simply listened to the world around you, content.

He noticed a bunny hopping next to you, and some birds curiously observing you very closely.

Even if he hated your guts, he admitted that this scene was…

Peaceful.

Pretty.

When you opened your eyes, he fully expected you to shoo away the animals around you, but instead…

You gently smiled at them, offering them a tiny bit of your food.

He truly couldn’t understand you.

What was so different between his critters and regular animals ?

He could argue that his little homies were more likeable than any animal, since he could at least communicate with them.

Sighing softly, he was turning around when he accidentally stepped on a dry twig that snapped rather loudly…

… Spooking every animal nearby in the process.

He winced, not uttering a single word.

He started making a step away from the whole scene, away from you, but your voice made him stop dead in his tracks. 

“Hey,” You spoke up, coldly. “You could at least apologise…” You continued, your tone dry. 

Right.

“Sorry about that,” He apologised, not turning to you. 

“So on top of being a freak lover, you’re a freak yourself ? Just watching people silently while they’re having a nice time outside ?” You spat, clearly unhappy. 

“My homies aren’t freaks !” He exclaimed, whipping his body around to face you. 

“So you aren’t denying the other claims ?” You retorted without missing a beat.

“Insult me all you want, but do not come for my friends,” He hissed, using his body to block your view of his little homies. 

It was Thrash’s turn to try to get close to you, and she floated her way happily and curiously.

Gekko realised that she was attempting to mimic the movements of a bunny.

He would’ve cooed if this action weren’t to have your good graces, out of everybody’s. 

“Get that thing away from me while you’re at it,” You ordered, shifting away from her path.

“I don’t get why you don’t like them and yet like animals,” He muttered, kneeling to get Thrash’s attention.

“Those aren’t animals, that’s why,” You replied as if it was obviously why. 

The initiator only scoffed in answer.

He received a notification from his phone.

It was from Brimstone, telling him he was on the mission in the evening.

He smiled, that would mean that he would get away from you for a bit-

“Huh, it seems like I’m on mission duty for tonight…” You mumbled, thoughtful.

He groaned.

The mission brief was simple ; get to Icebox, prevent the Valorant Legion from planting to spike – or diffuse it if they do get it down – and go home.

As to why they needed both him and you on the same mission…

Well, even if it was explained to him multiple times, he still didn’t get it.

… But he also knew that what you were capable of was unknown to him, and since it was the best team composition for this plan…

He sighed.

He felt his critters being agitated, since he was forced to sit right next to you.

He didn’t like being close to you.

It always made him feel… Weird.

He knew why, though.

He still didn’t like the reason at all.

But he remained silent about it.

He didn’t want to let you of all people know how much you influenced his mood.

Or even how he truly felt about you.

He already knew the answer to his question, after all.

Before he realised it, they arrived at Icebox.

Being one of the first to step out of the Falcon, he turned to Sage, the assigned team leader for this mission.

“So… Game plan ? What are you feeling, Sage ?” He asked, trying to sound as jovial as normal.

He wasn’t really feeling it, but at least he could try, right ?

She immediately turned to you.

“Can you hold B site with Gekko ?” She gently questioned, and you met eyes with him.

After holding gazes for a moment, you had a small sigh.

“Sure,” You caved, tearing your gaze away from him.

Stepping out of the aircraft, your cheeks and nose immediately turning a light pink.

He looked away.

He wasn’t looking forward to this mission.

It has now been a few hours since they arrived, the sun long gone and temperatures dropping way below zero.

He had to admit, he was freezing. He thought he’d be fine with just a couple of layers, but the cold was really biting, and he was struggling to hold both his weapon and keep his face warm. 

He glanced at you.

You didn’t seem to be having any problems at all. 

Steadily holding your angle by Yellow, you didn’t even seem phased by the freezing cold air.

“Hold your angle instead of looking at me,” You said, not tearing your eyes away from Main.

Right, he needed to hold Mid and Tube.

Looking away, he readjusted his grip on his Bulldog. 

He was losing the feeling of the tip of his fingers.

“Hey, any updates ?” He questioned into the quiet comm link.

He hated how shaky his voice sounded

“Not yet, however they should be attacking soon,” Answered Sage, her tone even.

He sighed.

“How soon is soon, anywa-” He was cut off by gunshots. “Nevermind,” He continued, immediately running towards you.

“Stay in your position, I got it,” You immediately said when you realised what he was doing.

You managed to put one down, but not without receiving a bullet or two yourself.

He heard footsteps behind him. 

Pulling out Dizzy, he threw her out to blind his attackers while getting to cover.

He counted two blinds.

“Someone’s here, too !” He semi-shouted into the comms.

“We are on our way,” Said Neon as he could hear the familiar noise of her running. 

She should be here within a couple seconds, then.

As if on cue, Gekko heard her electrified footsteps by Snowman. 

Looking over to where you were at, he was surprised to see that you were struggling.

“I’m going to try to get out of this position, cover me if you can,” You announced between two shots.

Wingman immediately went out of his bag and ran towards the enemy he saw, making them look at him instead of you, giving you enough time to run away towards Gekko.

“Can you cover me while I get Dizzy ?” He asked in the heat of the moment.

He didn’t know what he expected from his request.

A refusal, an insult, anything but…

“Sure,” You said, not looking at him.

He was too distracted by the fact that you accepted to realise that you were already shooting to cover him.

It wasn’t until you shouted at him to get his ass moving that he went back to earth, running towards Dizzy’s bubble and picking her up. 

He dashed back into cover, only sustaining a couple of light injuries. 

Soon enough, Thrash felt ready to be thrown onto the field.

He barely registered what happened next, everything going so fast.

One minute, he was holding Thrash in his palm, the next, she was diving in front of you to take a swarm of bullets that would’ve definitely killed you and turned into her bubble form.

Somehow too stunned to move and to kill the enemy in front of you, the initiator decided to take him down in your stead.

There was no way he would let Thrash’s sacrifice go in vain. 

The rest of the gunfight went by. 

Bit by bit, the enemy numbers went down, until the last body hit the ground as you shot the mirror agent in the head. 

Everybody relaxed and let their guard down as Gekko went around the site to pick up his little homies.

He was exhausted, and he could tell it was the case for the others, too.

When his eyes landed on you, you had an unreadable look on your face as you stared at the body of the Omega Earth agent that almost killed you if Thrash didn’t act that fast. 

He wondered what was going through your mind. 

Your eyes met. 

He held your gaze, unwavering, as he sat up from his kneeling position.

He shivered. 

He really should’ve brought an extra coat…

The initiator looked away, already starting to walk towards the Falcon, when he heard another pair of footsteps behind him.

Knowing it was you, he paid it no mind.

He froze when he felt a soft and warm extra layer on his shoulder.

Turning to you, bewildered, he saw how close your two faces were.

Your breaths were merging into one.

You looked away, taking a step back, looking almost… Embarrassed ?

“If you go hypothermic now, Sage will spend too much time with you and neglect everybody else,” You simply justified, walking away as your cheeks got visibly redder. 

He decided to blame it on the cold, feeling his own face growing hotter, too.

A few days had passed since that mission, and Gekko could tell you wanted to say something to him.

Every time he was alone, you were looking at him expectantly, sometimes even daring to take a few steps towards him before… 

Turning away once your eyes locked in with each other.

He sighed.

You were starting to bug him, if he was honest.

He didn’t mind the distance you took from him, by all means.

… Was it weird that he sorta, just maybe missed the banter ?

…

Probably.

He sighed, frustrated.

He was just chilling on his bed in his room, staring at the ceiling while the little critters were either sleeping or quietly chilling.

What was he going to do with you ?

Should he continue this cycle of hatred that has been going on for months now, or should he attempt for what felt like the umpteenth time to be the bigger person ?

A soft, gentle – almost shy – knock brought him back to earth as well as catching the attention of Wingman and Mosh, the only two still awake.

He didn’t recognise the pattern.

“Come in,” He invited, expecting someone like Sage to enter.

He froze when he saw you, however.

You were wearing one of your gigantic oversized hoodies, definitely too big for your form, hands deep in your pockets. 

Wingman immediately ran to greet you, and you tensed, your expression – previously timid and almost apologetic – quickly changing to surprise and wariness. 

“Wingman, c’mere. We talked about this,” He recalled the little guy, who for once, listened to him. 

You visibly relaxed once he was back at an acceptable distance.

You closed the door behind you.

He guessed you were finally going to commit to what you were attempting to say for the last few days.

Your eyes landed on Thrash.

“How is it ?” You asked almost too quietly for him to hear. 

“She’s doing fine, no thanks to you,” He answered coolly, studying you. 

Your expression didn’t change as you slowly shifted your eyes from Thrash’s sleeping form to Dizzy’s, then to Wingman and finally… Mosh.

It was as if you were trying to see something.

Whatever you were attempting to find, you didn’t manage to, and you frowned. 

“What’s up ?” He questioned, squinting.

He almost got up from his bed to shield them away from your sight.

There was always something with your eyes.

As if you were able to stare into someone’s….

He didn’t know.

But you could see something, and not knowing what made him uneasy.

He heard rumours about your touch, too.

Always brief, always accidental.

But for a short moment, they felt more aware, almost opening a third eye into the future.

“Did I ever tell you why I didn’t like you and your things ?” Your voice brought him back from his thoughts.

He took some time to attempt to remember the reason why, but…

You both started off rather well, but as soon as you met the homies, you had immediately shutted down and started the hating cycle. 

“Nah, you never told anybody, or I would know,” He said confidently.

You chuckled.

“A handful of people know, but I asked them to not tell you,” You replied, shifting your weight.

“... Why ?” He questioned, visibly and audibly confused. 

“I’m going to tell you now,” You reassured, then sighed. “Don’t freak out, but when I lock eyes with people… I become more aware of them. It’s hard to explain, but I can understand them on a deeper level, know their fears and hopes, hell, even their past sometimes for example,” You explained, refusing to meet his eyes. 

Why… 

Why were you telling him this ?

“It’s universal for every living thing, radiant or not. But…” You locked eyes with Wingman. “When I look into your things, I don’t see anything. I can’t sense anything, it’s just… Void,” You finally said, rubbing your elbow. 

“And that’s why you don’t like them ?” He asked, still confused but… He started to understand.

“Basically,” You sighed. “It just, it freaks me out, man. I don’t wanna find out what happens when I touch them, so I always try to avoid it if I can. So far, I’ve succeeded,” You continued, looking at the floor. 

“That explains for the little homies but… Why don’t you like me ?” He enquired, fearing the answer.

“That’s ‘cause I can’t figure you out. I genuinely can’t tell if you wanna gut me or fuck me or even if you hate or love me… Hurts my head, sometimes,” You replied honestly, still not looking at him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” He denied, feeling his face and ears grow hot.

“Totally not why you’re blushing, too, huh ?” You replied, amused.

He looked at you, and your eyes met.

He remembered what you said earlier, but he knew it was too late.

If you didn’t know before, you certainly knew now. 

“You actually love me,” You announced out loud, surprise clear on your face.

He didn’t say anything, bracing for the impact of rejection. 

“Here I thought I was alone in this,” You muttered, loud enough for him to hear.

“Huh ?” He intelligently said.

“I love you too, dumbass,” You announced, louder this time.

That was…

“Wild,” He instinctively said, which made you chuckle.

“Indeed,” You confirmed, relaxing.

Sure, everything wasn’t perfect yet, but now that the air was cleared up…

Gekko finally felt like he had a chance with you.

What was he saying, of course he had one.

He was just glad that it wasn’t going to be toxic.

That you were actually trying in this relationship, too.

THE GRID’S DELIGHT | SERIES MASTERLIST

summary: the shenanigans of female gen z driver and the formula one grid.

author’s note: I started this series, because I’d like to imagine what it would be like to be part of the group of drivers and how it would be like to interact with them on a regular basis. It’s all fun and games, and I don’t know these people in real life. everything is fiction! the stories aren’t written in chronological order, but I try to put them in the right order below! 

Requests are always welcome in my inbox! Opinions, thoughts and feedback are also greatly appreciated.

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𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ─ 𝐨𝐛𝟑𝟖

summary: when max verstappen’s adopted little sister starts soft launching, the whole grid launches an investigation on who it might be

pairing: ollie bearman x f2 driver! max verstappen’s adopted sister! reader

faceclaim: no one in particular

note: i accidentally published this before it was finish so now i’ve completely lost the request but anyways the request really was just about max being reader’s grid dad but i ran with it a little

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.ೃ࿐ yourusername posted on her story!

landonorris replied to your story: it’s like you have a death wish

yourusername: shut up

landonorris: rest in peace to the unlucky guy 🫡

arthur_leclerc replied to your story: soft launching knowing mad max is your warden is insaneee

yourusername: i just got that dog in me ig

arthur_leclerc: never ever say that again

paularon_ replied to your story: so long, ollie. it was good knowing you, mate ✊

yourusername: so dramatic for no reason

maxverstappen1 replied to your story: that better be just be some stranger you picked up on the side of the road to tie your shoelaces and not a boy you went around japan with when you told me you were only going out with your team

yourusername: remember that you love and adore me and i am 17 years old and can make my own decisions

maxverstappen1: nice try. who is he?

yourusername: no ❤️

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yourusername suzuka, youve been very nice to me 🫶

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user1 the way she ran to max’s arms after the podium 🥹

user2 a red bull girl with her red bull dad

user3 so we’re not going to talk about the 3rd pic?

maxverstappen1 who is he and why are you going on dates without telling anyone? what if something happens to you and no one knows where you are or who you’re with?

↳ yourusername calm down, we were with the team 🙄

↳ user4 overprotective dad max is so adorable i cant lie

↳ user5 if they were with the team, does that mean the guy’s also part of the team? another driver maybe?

↳ user6 user5 youre onto something

victoriaverstappen je bent geweldig, mijn meisje. blijf stralen ❤️ (you are amazing, my girl. keep on shining.)

↳ yourusername ik hou zielsveel van je, v 💕 (i love and adore you to bits, v)

paularon_ congrats or whatever

↳ yourusername jealousy doesnt suit you

↳ paularon_ nvm fck u 💕

arthur_leclerc stop winning

↳ yourusername get a seat first ❤️

olliebearman congratulations, yn! another trophy to bring home ❤️

↳ yourusername thank you, ollie!

use7 the difference between paul and arthur then ollie bye i love their friendship 😭

landonorris girlll who is heeeee

↳ yourusername no ❤️

↳ charles_leclerc come on, at least give us a clue

↳ carlossainz55 is he also a driver? what team does he driver for?

↳ yourusername yall are grown ass men way too interested in a teenager’s love life. absorb some sunlight

↳ user8 she gagged yall im afraid 😭

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olliebearman my girl ❤️❤️

olliebearman love you to the moon and to saturn 💫

↳ yourusername buzz lightyear’s got nothing on us frfr

↳ arthur_leclerc why can’t you be normal?

↳ yourusername ollie loves me with all the weirdness and shit

↳ olliebearman yeah that’s about right

↳ arthur_leclerc 🤮🤮

↳ user1 arthur is your regular third wheel bff

paularon_ ollie’s trying to keep his cool in the comments but he’s red as a tomato

↳ olliebearman shut the hell up no im not

↳ yourusername youre not? 🥹

↳ olliebearman i mean of course i am got me giggling and shit too

↳ paularon_ you’re both disgusting

user2 arthur and paul are so over them 😭

user3 i fucking knew the back of that head was familiar!!!!

user4 oh? OH!

user5 idk what hurts more. the fact that i no longer have a chance with ollie or the fact that i no longer have a chance with yn

user6 waiting for max’s comment

maxverstappen1 you better watch it the next time you step in for either carlos or charles, bearman 🙂

↳ yourusername you promised

↳ maxverstappen1 i promise i’ll carve charles’ appendix out myself so ollie and i can face each other on track man to man

↳ olliebearman i- sir?

↳ charles_leclerc mate, what the fuck did i do to you

↳ yourusername maxie come on. you promised me you’d be nice

↳ maxverstappen1 fine 🙄

maxverstappen1 dinner’s at 8 on tuesday. don’t be late

↳ olliebearman yes, sir 🫡

user7 not charles getting dragged into it 😭😭

↳ user8 max is just completely unable to go through a conversation without mentioning charles ♡ liked by yourusername

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yourusername it was truly unfortunate for max to find out that his cat is also now in love with ollie

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user1 omg sophie and victoria also joined the dinner 😭

↳ user2 girlie really introduced her to the whole family

↳ yourusername well actually max invited them along to try and intimidate ollie but jokes on him, they loved him

↳ user3 yn and ollie to max when vic and sophie ended up loving ollie: oh how the turntables

maxverstappen1 sassy is NOT in love with a ferrari driver

↳ yourusername one thing you, sassy and i have in common with

↳ user4 yn truly is just a lestappen truther

olliebearman sassy 🫶

↳ yourusername oh i guess ill just die then

↳ olliebearman my love beautiful angel girlfriend yn ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

↳ yourusername better

↳ arthur_leclerc did you just get jealous over a cat?

↳ yourusername did you really just lose your seat?

↳ yourusername it’ll get old when you get your seat back

↳ arthur_leclerc that’s getting old 🙄

user5 each and every day, arthur tries to come for yn’s neck and each and every day, yn gags him

paularon_ olliebearman in a scale of 1-10, how scary is it to face mad max head on?

↳ olliebearman just peachy 👍 (i nearly shat my pants)

charles_leclerc does this mean that max’s promise is null and void?

↳ maxverstappen1 none of you figured out who it is 🤷

↳ yourusername what promise?

↳ maxverstappen1 ….nothing

landonorris i can’t believe we didn’t figure out it’d be bearman

↳ george_russell it seems so obvious now

↳ alex_albon i asked him straight on and he lied to my face

↳ olliebearman i was terrified max would find a way to run me over with his rocketship if i even dare utter it

↳ alex_albon yk what absolutely valid

also this turned out wayy longer than i meant it to which is why it took so long.

short drabble

Ekko and heimerdinger are being nerdy while you sleep

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There was always a soft hum of machinery that filled the air in Heimerdinger’s workshop. And with that accompanied by the occasional clink of tools and the professor’s enthusiastic ramblings. The workshop had an oddly calming atmosphere, a mix of glowing gadgets, bubbling contraptions, and the gentle warmth of lamp-lit light. It was perfect for dozing off, especially after a long day of following Ekko around Zaun.

You were sprawled out on the old, lumpy couch tucked in a corner of the workshop, your head cushioned by one of Ekko’s jackets that you’d claimed for yourself. Curled up against your side was your pet, a small, scrappy Zaunite fox. Its fur was a mix of gray and russet, with glowing green streaks running along its ears and tail. Ekko had found it injured near one of the Sump scrapers, and after some patching up, it had attached itself to you like glue.

Ekko called it “Scraps” (because of course he would), and Scraps was now peacefully snoozing, just like you.

Across the room, Ekko and Heimerdinger were huddled around one of the professor’s latest inventions, discussing something that involved words you didn’t fully understand.

“…but if you accelerate the core’s energy output without stabilizing the oscillation, it’ll implode,” Ekko said, gesturing animatedly at the device.

Heimerdinger adjusted his tiny glasses, nodding. “Precisely! Which is why you must ensure the harmonic calibrations are synced—ah, but don’t forget to account for temporal distortions.”

As the professor continued explaining, Ekko’s focus wavered. His gaze drifted toward the couch where you were sleeping, your form softly rising and falling with each breath. Scraps twitched its glowing tail but stayed nestled close to you.

A small smile crept onto Ekko’s face. You looked so peaceful, completely at odds with the chaos that usually surrounded you both in Zaun. Your hand was loosely tangled in Scraps’ fur, your other arm tucked under your cheek.

He didn’t notice the professor had stopped talking until Heimerdinger’s voice broke through his thoughts. “Ah, young love,” Heimerdinger said, his tone tinged with teasing amusement.

Ekko snapped his head back toward him, blinking. “Huh? What’re you talking about?”

Heimerdinger chuckled, folding his hands behind his back. “There’s no use denying it, dear boy. The way you’re looking at them, it’s rather endearing, really.”

Ekko’s ears burned. “I wasn’t—I mean, I was just—” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. “They’re asleep, alright? That’s all.”

Heimerdinger hummed, clearly unconvinced. “Still, allow me to impart some wisdom, as one who has witnessed countless romances blossom and wither over the centuries.”

“Oh no,” Ekko muttered, groaning.

Ignoring him, Heimerdinger continued, his voice taking on the tone of a well-meaning but meddling elder. “When courting a significant other, one must always show respect, patience, and attentiveness. Flowers are an excellent gesture, but so is active listening. Communication, you see, is the foundation of—”

“Professor,” Ekko interrupted, exasperated. “I don’t think you understand. We’re not—”

“Young people these days,” Heimerdinger said with a dramatic shake of his head, cutting him off. “Always so quick to dismiss advice. But mark my words: treat them well, or you’ll regret it!”

Before Ekko could retort, Scraps stirred, lifting its head with a sleepy yawn. The movement must’ve disturbed you because you shifted slightly, blinking groggily as the sound of their voices filtered through your half asleep haze.

“Mm… what’s going on?” you mumbled, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. Scraps hopped off the couch and stretched before circling back to your lap.

Ekko winced, shooting you an apologetic look. “Sorry, Firefly,” he said softly, using the nickname he’d given you. “Didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Firefly—because you were always a little light in Zaun’s darkness, buzzing around him with endless energy.

You shook your head, a sleepy smile tugging at your lips. “It’s fine,” you murmured, scratching Scraps behind the ears. “What were you guys talking about?”

Heimerdinger perked up. “Oh, nothing of consequence!” he said cheerfully, though his smirk told a different story. “Merely enlightening young Ekko on the art of courtship.”

You blinked, then glanced at Ekko, who looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole. “Courtship?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t start,” Ekko muttered, shooting Heimerdinger a look.

The professor chuckled, his ears twitching. “Ah, youth. So easily embarrassed.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at Ekko’s expression, your earlier grogginess fading. “Well, did you learn anything useful?” you teased.

Ekko rolled his eyes but smiled despite himself. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.”

He reached out, ruffling your hair gently before pulling his hand back. “For real, though. Sorry we woke you up. Want me to walk you home?”

You shook your head, leaning back against the couch. “Nah, I’m good here. I like listening to you two talk.”

Heimerdinger beamed. “A kindred spirit indeed! Intellectual discourse is a joy to behold, is it not?”

Ekko groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “And now you’ve encouraged him. Great.”

You just laughed again, feeling the warmth of the moment settle around you. Scraps let out a contented sigh, curling up in your lap, and Ekko plopped down on the couch beside you. His hand found yours, giving it a quick squeeze before letting go, his usual ease returning.

The three of you stayed in the workshop, for endless hours as the two nerds worked on their projects. Whereas you cheered them on at the sidelines with cute ol’ Scraps to keep you company. Especially when they would talk about all the science lingo that you did not understand. Even though ekko would sometimes explain it in more simpler terms. It didn’t quite go through your head. Needlessly to say you enjoyed the days you would spend at the workshop.

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Hello!! I was wondering if you could please write a redbull driver with multiple wdc x platonic grid

But the older drivers like max Charles Lewis lando etc get jealous of her constantly being with the younger ones like franco kimi and Ollie all fluff n funny n fans going crazy bout their jealousy

Thank you

Rivals of the Track

{Reader's POV}

It was the Azerbaijan GP, Kevin wouldn't be racing so Ollie had replaced him for the race. He was this tall lanky British teen who rightfully corrected me saying that he was an adult now, he was funny. Ollie was with his best friend Kimi, who had come to support him for the race. I found their friendship endearing and reminded me of my best friend who would try to come to as many races as she could. The other drivers would argue about who my best friend was, but I knew who my best friend was and it was Y/BFF/N.

"Y/N, did you colour your hair?" Kimi asked. "You can tell?" I asked slightly shocked, "I just went for a lighter shade of burgundy than the last time" I elaborated. "Yeah, you look prettier" Ollie chimed. "Thank you. You boys are so sweet, unlike some people I know" I said looking at the other drivers who were stood a few feet away who were very confused when I asked them if anything was different about me. "You're always pretty" Franco added. "Okay, okay, flattery will only get you so far" I laughed. "We're being honest. Having some one as talented and beautiful on the grid that we can learn from is an honour" Kimi said solemnly. "Okay, is there a body you boys wanna hide?" I asked laughing. They laughed back.

"Can you introduce us to Lewis?" Franco whispered while we were stood there waiting for the media interviews. "Sure" I said. "He's so cool and we aren't sure if he'll talk to us" The other two boys added. "Oh, no, my babies, he's a sweetheart. You could just walk up to him and start talking. I was scared of him when I first joined too but we're pretty good friends" I explained. The 3 boys smiled at me, nodding in agreement.

Every time I would be talking to these 3, trying to make them feel at home like all the times the others did, I could feel eyes on me. I wasn't sure why they were all glaring at me.

I was doing my post quali media after qualifying P4. "So, what a race? Are you expecting a win or a podium?" The interviewer asked. "Obviously going to go for the win, podium isn't too far away either, let's see, I have a Ferrari and a McLaren to fight off though" I laughed. "We've seen you hanging around with the younger drivers, do they remind you of your rookie days?" she asked. "Yes, they are so nervous and scared but full of energy. They are fun to hang out with too" I said. "Does this mean you find the older drivers boring?" she prodded. "Never said that" I tsked. "I'm just trying to make them feel at home" I said. "Well, the fans are eating your interactions up. They find it so cute, you're like the mother duck and they are your ducklings" she said. "I wouldn't say that they are wrong" I chuckled. "I interviewed your teammate Max a while back and he didn't seem too pleased with your blossoming friendship. Why is that so?" the interviewer pointed out. "We're all competitive. I guess they are competitive about friends too" I shrugged. "It was nice talking to you, can't wait to watch you on the podium" she stated. I smiled and talked away.

I met the others in my drivers room. "I think this is a confidentiality breech to have all the other teams here" I laughed. "We're staging an intervention" Max stated. "For what? I don't have an addiction" I pointed out. "Since we're losing our bestie" Lando said. I couldn't help but laugh, "Who?" I asked. "You, you dumbass" Charles said. I sat on the chair that was unoccupied. "What's up my fellow drivers?" I asked. "We aren't only your fellow drivers, we're best friends" Lewis said. "Arguable but okay" I shrugged. "Are we not best friends?" Daniel fake cried. "My best friend is Y/BFF/n. You guys, I tolerate at best" I laughed. I could see all them visibly pout. "We don't like it" they said in unison. "What do you not like?" I asked. "You hanging out with the younger drivers or that we aren't best friends. Are we too old for you?" Carlos asked. "I'm as old as you guys. They just remind me of my siblings, they are like my ducklings and I'm their mother duck" I chuckled reminded of the analogy. "So, you aren't replacing us?" Oscar quipped. "Obviously not, they are my children. You guys are my friends" I said face palming myself. "Group hug?" Yuki asked and then we all huddled together. "What about us being best friends?" Max asked. "Still Y/BFF/N. I don't feel like a girl when I'm around you guys, she reminds me. We all have something special, we're competitors and friends" I said. They all seemed to nod in agreement.

After an abysmal race, I was laying in my hotel room going through twitter when I saw people talking about how I had taken the younger drivers under my wing and how they would follow me around like lost puppies while you could see the others stare daggers at them. At some point in the weekend, Max did almost carry me away from them, out of jealousy it seems and the gif was circulating all over the internet. I laughed at the tweets, my friends can get jealous, they would be jealous when I hang out with Y/BFF/N but I do need a get away from all the testosterone, but they are nice people, just bad at communicating.

Yees!!! Okay, so can I request a piastri or leclerc reader (whichever you want) where reader accompanies her older brother to a race and she was wearing a dress or a skirt and a fan takes a photo up her skirt (she is wearing shorts underneath) and in an instant it blows up on the Internet with mixed reactions and it reaches the drivers (while doing media duty) and reader's brother freak out, cause wtf where is the security man! And he looses his shit (like has to be held back) as soon as people find evidence of the guy who took the photo (another fan accidentally filming the whole ordeal) which makes the fia fine him BUT THEN MY BOI RETALIATES ALONG WITH THE ENTIRE GRID CAUSE F THE FIA MAN and just hurt/comfort cause reader is now scared to go anywhere in public in anything other than a pair of pants with a pair of leggings underneath and just very supportive and comforting older brother Charles or Oscar

If you are not comfortable with this request I totally understand, thank youu

Don't Go There - OP81/Formula 1 Grid

Piastri!Reader

This is such a specific request.

WARNING! I do want to warn to anyone reading that this is going to include the sharing of images of y/n that were taken without consent and the reader will go through some distressing emotions. I don't usually write about serious matters like this so if you're more here for romantic fluff, this isn't the usual and you might not be a fan of this.

As the closest two on the grid to to the Aussie. Lando and Logan have seen Oscar happy and having a good time. But the joy of having his little sister there for a couple weeks with them. It's fair to say that Oscar misses her and seeing the overwhelming change since he moved away from home for his career, he cherishes every moment he gets to spend with her and he maybe still babies her a little too much.

But when he left home she was in her awkward mid-teens phase and now she's just hit 20 and annoyingly she gets attention from plenty of the F1 drivers and the F2 drivers.

Y/n doesn't care about the attention she gets for her appearance. She's there for her brother and he's her idol. Her entire life she's looked up to her big brother and admired him for getting into F1, it only hurts that she can't be there for him more often.

Getting into the paddock was wild and even in the safety and security of the paddock. There was a lot of people buzzing around.

What no one predicted for the start of race day was for something to rile Oscar so much he actually started yelling.

The social media teams had caught wind of the video but in time to reach Oscar, Lando or any of the other drivers while doing media duties, some of which all crowded in the media pen.

A video of y/n capturing her face just before it dips down and catches a few frames under her skirt. The caption of the video being "Oscar's sister is clearly here as a secret fan of Ferrari".

"Do we know who posted it?" Oscar questions with a darkness in his tone that makes Lando look almost fearful at his teammate while y/n just blinks away her tears. They've managed to push the McLaren drivers back into the hospitality unit and in fact many of the other teams did the same just to try and calm the situation since all of the drivers are pretty angered about it.

Maybe it should've been predicted that the one thing to bring out the dark side of Oscar would be someone hurting his sister. Emotionally or physically, it's the same to him and this sort of thing in completely unacceptable.

"I want to know who posted it and we need to call the police and find a way to get this off the internet." Oscar states before storming out while y/n just sniffles then clearing her throat as she stands up, moving to go after her brother and hopefully calm him down.

The truth is, it's been posted and now he's been reposted and the disgusting comments have been spread around. A video of her red underwear, not worn for any intention other than just wearing underwear. Certainly not for the approval or attention of any Ferrari drivers.

"Oscar..." Y/n murmurs walking into her brother's driver's room where he's been pacing as she try not to hiccup in her tears.

"Y/n..." Oscar sighs moving to hug her. He can't even stop himself from wincing when he feels her crying against him. "I'm so sorry, y/n...I'm going to make sure they regret it."

"Oscar, don't get yourself in trouble. Let other people take care of it." Y/n frowns shifting back. "I don't want you to get yourself in trouble or with a bad reputation."

"If protecting my sister who has just been-been violated by a stranger who we don't even know the name of give me a bad rep then I don't want a good one." Oscar declares making her sigh softly before she swallows thickly.

"I don't want anymore attention about it." Y/n shrugs then swallowing thickly while Oscar frowns and slumps a little, moving back from her and leaning on the table. "You just focus on the race ok? That's what I'm here for ok? That's what I want to focus on, everything else is just...noise. Stupid people can't be stopped from doing stupid things."

"They can be stopped when it has the effect on you that it's had." Oscar grumbles clearly having no intentions of letting it go.

"Oscar, please? Can you at least forget it happened till after the race? For me?"

It's pretty much impossible for Oscar to say not to his little sister when she says that, so he reluctantly lets it go. At least up to the race then he fully intends to find this man and make him understand just how disgusting of thing they did.

-

It wasn't a podium. But seeing y/n actually smiling after the rough start to the day. It's a pretty good improvement.

But things don't remain all that good for long since the perpetrator has been not only identified but is being held by security. It comes out on his march over to the security building that another fan caught the moment the video was taken on camera too and the man was easily identified and found with the aid of other fans

Oscar doesn’t need a name though. He doesn’t even need to properly look at the man. The moment he’s in the room no one can act fast enough to grab Oscar before his fist collides with the man’s nose, a bone crunching impact that causes absolute bedlam to follow.

Security has to pull Oscar off the man in his blind rage attack. But that doesn’t stop him.

“if you ever think about coming near my sister ever again, or any woman and taking a video or picture or having a camera near them. I will personally make sure this is not the last time you pay for it.” Oscar exclaims in a state of anger that has him heaving for breaths.

His body is shaking with unfinished anger as y/n finally catches up, not having been considered to be informed as quickly as her brother.

“We need to get you to the medical centre. You’re bleeding.” Kim sighs as he checks Oscar’s knuckles that definitely looked better only a matter of minutes ago. “We need to make sure you have broken anything.”

“W-What happened?”

“Oscar went feral on the guy that took your video.” An Aston Martin girl states, clearly having witnessed the whole thing.

That makes her gut drop and y/n is rushing from her spot to follow Oscar to the medical centre.

They've already got him in getting an x-ray. Where it's confirmed that he has a hairline fracture but so long as he doesn't do anymore damage, he should be fine for the next weekend to race again.

"Oscar...you shouldn't have done that." Y/ murmurs while Oscar sighs knowing she's right but not wanting to admit it.

"He deserved it." Oscar grunts as they put a bandaged on his knuckles, if only to just keep them protected for a bit.

-

Only a couple hours later Oscar is called to the FIA stewards and they end up giving him a fine of €50,000 for assaulting a fan. That only boils his blood more and when the rest of the drivers catch wind of it they begin to contact Lando and pull together a plan to show their support of Oscar.

The FIA has ignored the violation committed toward y/n despite Oscar trying to calmly inform them of the fact that his attack while not necessarily ok, it was provoked and justified.

So during the Monday driver debrief, there's already something to say.

"Please just keep your head low for this debriefing, I don't want to be the source or reason for more trouble." Y/n murmurs while walking alongside Oscar. "Please, Oscar."

"I hear you, but if they bring it up then I'm going to talk about it and stand by my point." Oscar states looking like he might at actually cross his arms with his upset. "You're my little sister, you came here to have a good time not be harassed by some perv who don't understand boundaries."

She knows he's technically not wrong, but that doesn't make his technique of dealing with it any more acceptable in the eyes of the FIA and ultimately they can change his career fate.

Oscar leaves, though not with hugging his little sister tightly to try and reassure her that he'll try his best to contain his upset about what's happened. When he gets to the debrief the rest of the driver's look beyond angry. Possibly angrier than Oscar himself, but since he's been out of the loop in the talks between the other drivers. He just sits down silently beside Lando who looks like he might break his own fist from how much he's clenched it.

When the FIA officer appears, there's a silence as all 20 drivers glare, not hiding their simmering rage.

The officer begins talking about the race and they all just wait in a deadly silence before they're asked for feedback.

"Will we all be fined for defending our family, or any women? Or is it just Oscar?" Lando asks speaking up and genuinely shocking his teammate.

"Oscar was fined to stop the police from charging him with assault."

"And what about the man who leaked a video of y/n's underwear taken without her consent out on the internet? Or is it ok when it's a woman who is the victim?" George questions with a frown.

"If this happens again are we expected to encourage it? Tell them well done for being disgusting pigs that hold as little value as the important women in our lives as the FIA do? Or does it only matter if she's a minor and since she's over 18, it's ok for men to do whatever they like to her." Lance questions even standing up. "If that was my sister, he'd be lucky to still be breathing."

The lack of response, the stunned expression tells them all what they needed to know. The FIA didn't care about y/n's well-being or care if she had been hurt. They didn't care at all.

"I will bring it up and we will get back to you all." The officer states before clearing his throat. "Will that be all?"

Oscar is up and out of there in a second. Not being able to bear being here a second longer.

"Come on, we're leaving." Oscar states while y/n looks up form her phone.

"I just need to grab my stuff-"

"Someone else will grab it. I'm not staying here any longer and neither are you. Come on." Oscar demands making her move taking his hand that's offered out to her.

She's yanked through the paddock passing the other drivers as they exit. But Oscar doesn't stop to say a goodbye to even Logan or Lando.

-

Y/n has always been a lover of dresses and skirts, but ever since the video. Oscar has noticed her fashion change. She's wearing leggings, jeans or just any form of trousers.

Oscar's protectiveness increased the next weekend, he walked behind her at all times and had his eyes everywhere.

The FIA did end up putting a life long ban from any and all racing events that the FIA is involved in, even beyond just F1 events on the fan who took the video. They also apologised publicly and revoked the fine on Oscar.

But they did warn that this is not an incident to happen again. In terms of a driver getting violent with someone. Instead they want it to be addressed through the proper and legal channels. Not that anyone appreciated it.

The attitudes online are mainly divided between the men who hate women being a part of the sport practically blaming y/n as the problem and the rest of the f1 fans who understand that it's no one's right to take a video of under someone's skirt especially without their consent then share it online with a derogatory comment.

"Y/n, you know...you don't have to change the way you dress. I'll protect you." Oscar states, not sure how to address it exactly but knowing that his sister has visibly changed her choice of wardrobe.

"I know...I just...I don't want to wear other stuff right now." Y/n sighs managing a weak smile before she clears her throat a little.

Oscar drops it knowing that his sister is strong and for now this is how she's going to cope with what she had to go through. He can protect her and comfort her until she's feeling confident enough and if too much time passes that she continues to seem fearful of just being herself.

"You're the best sister I could ever have." Oscar sighs as he hugs her tightly. "I'm sorry there wasn't anything else I could do."

"Don't take the blame for this, Oscar...you aren't responsible for some asshole thinking he can do something that's really no ok."

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Erik finds himself at your door again, like he always does.

𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, fluff, slight angst, wc 1k, the marias inspired this , got a filthy Tommy ver. in my drafts 🤭🤭🙂‍↔️

your restless. the sheets are warm, maybe too warm. you kick them off then pull them back. nothing helps. you lie still, staring at the dark ceiling your eyes beginning to involuntarily close from how long they’ve been open.

then a soft click of the lock.. the doorknob turns slowly, the door eases open without a creak, whoever it is slips inside quietly. heavy boots shift on the floor but barely make a sound

whoever it is calls your name softly

not bunny, not sweetheart, none of the things the other men call you. just your name. your real name. the one only him and one other person know about.

you know that voice quiet and hoarse, Erik.

you don’t turn when you hear your name. you don’t need to

his footsteps draw nearer, slow and almost hesitant. then the bed dips at the edge under his weight not much, just enough to tilt your body slightly toward him

you feel the brush of his fingers against your arm barely there, he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear with care. you don’t see his face, but you can feel his eyes on you

he slowly moves, then lies down behind you.

one strong arm slides around your waist, the other settling under his head. his chest meets your back, his breath warm at the nape of your neck as he pulls you in

“Can’t sleep” he murmurs, “Thought I’d come and see you.”

you hum understandingly, your fingers find his where they rest on your stomach. you trace the curve of his knuckles, the space between them and then gently press your hand over his.

Erik’s breath slows against your neck, his arm tightens just a little around your waist, you can feel the tension in his hand begin to ease, fingers unclenching as you trace small, absent shapes over his skin.

then, without a word he leans in and presses the softest kiss to your shoulder. It’s barely there, just the brush of his lips against your skin

you feel him nuzzle in a little closer, his nose brushing your hair as he breathes you in. and then his hand still resting protectively over your stomach starts to move. gentle strokes of his thumb over your skin, tracing the hem of your shirt, then back again.

his fingertips lightly graze yours where your hands touch, and he curls his pinky around yours. his arms stay wrapped around you but your body shifts slowly in his hold gently, carefully until you’re facing him. his eyes meet yours instantly as if he’d been waiting

you lay like that nose to nose in the dark, his forehead barely a inch away from yours. he doesn’t speak and neither do you. you take the opportunity to really look at him. the sharp curve of his brow, the small furrow between them that never quite smooths out, the look in his eyes, like he’s always half-here and half-somewhere he doesn’t want to be.

your hand comes up slowly, fingers brushing the stubble on his chin. he leans into it without thinking, eyelids closing shut at your touch like it’s the first real comfort he’s let himself feel in days maybe longer.

you trace the angle of his jaw, then the soft slope of his cheekbone, your thumb resting just under his eye. he doesn’t move. doesn’t stop you.

“Are you okay Erik?” you whisper.

he opens his eyes again, but doesn’t look away.

“Yeah…” he says voice low and raspy, “Just… been a lot lately.”

he slowly shifts releasing you from his hold. he sits up from his position in the dark, the bed creaking softly under his weight. moonlight from the small window softly lights across his back catching on the worn fabric of his shirt as he pulls it over his head and lets it drop to the floor without a care. scars trail faintly along his skin old ones, some faded

when he lays back down, he reaches for you gently guiding you into him until your cheek rests against the warmth of his bare chest. his arms wrap around you, one hand pressing lightly to the small of your back, the other stroking slow, absent circles along your spine

you always knew Erik’s needs were different, more emotional than physical. where others came to you looking for a distraction, he came to be known. he didn’t want your body he wanted your closeness, your presence that didn’t demand anything from him.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you” he murmurs into your hair

you smile softly against his chest, “You’ll never have to find out” you whisper back

he doesn’t respond, he just simply kisses the top of your head.

you tilt your head just enough to meet his eyes again, “I’m always here Erik” you say. “always.”

he pulls you in tighter, letting your warmth melt into him

you stay there, pressed against his chest, wrapped up in his arms. you can hear his heart beating a little quick, a little uneven like him having you this close makes him nervous

and this isn’t the first time, not the first night he’s come to you mentally and physically drained. not the first time he let himself be just Erik with you not Captain, not soldier, just a man who needs to feel something soft, something genuine. and with you, he always could

It’s always been like this

your fingers drift upward from his chest, slow brushing the strong line of his neck, your thumb tracing just under his jaw. he watches you eyes half lidded and soft, you can see the way he’s letting himself feel just for a moment, just here with you.

you lift your head just enough, tilt your chin slightly and kiss him

gently, not rushed, not desperate. just lips brushing his with the same care he always shows you intentional, warm, soft

he kisses you back. his hand curls against your lower back pulling you closer, like he wants to feel every inch of you pressed to him. his lips move against yours softly

when you pull back just a little, breath mingling with his, his forehead rests against yours, eyes closed.

you stay curled against him, your hand resting gently over his heart and Erik holds you even tighter

he should feel comforted. safe. you always gave him that.

but instead, he feels everything

His eyes stay open long after yours drift closed, staring at the ceiling like it might give him answers. he listens to your breathing soft and steady, your body warm against his so trusting, so close and still, part of him unsure of what to do with all of this

sometimes, he wants to tell you he loves you

the words sit on the edge of his tongue when you’re touching him like this, when your voice is soft, when your eyes see right through the man he pretends to be for everyone else. he wants to whisper it freely while he softly kisses you, wants to feel the way you’d melt into him if he just said it.

but other times he just wants to shove it all down. pretend it doesn’t exist. pretend you don’t mean what you do to him. because you’re a barracks bunny, and he’s the captain. he should pull away, close his eyes, let himself drift off to sleep. but he doesn’t.

he lays there still, while your body fits perfectly against his like it’s meant to. like it always does. and he hates how right it feels. because everything about this is wrong, isn’t it?

you’re not his.

you were never supposed to be more than just a easy escape, just a body he could fall into when being in command became too much. that’s what a barracks bunny is.. comfort without commitment, no complication of feelings

but you mean something to him. you always have.

he tells himself it’s the circumstances you're both in. that war makes people reach for warmth and company wherever they can find it. that if he had met you somewhere else than maybe he wouldn’t look at you the way he does. wouldn’t feel his chest tighten every time he came to see you. wouldn’t ache when you pull away in the morning and leave him staring at the spot where your body laid warm and close against his.

but deep down, he knows that’s a lie. It’s not the circumstances or war that make him feel this way.

It’s you. the way you touch him without asking for anything in return. the way you see straight through him, and still choose to let him in. you never try to fix him. you just stay. quiet, patient, kind. and that undoes him more than anything else.

he watches you for a long time. his hand still on your back, moving in slow circles. you shift a little in your sleep a sweet soft sigh slipping from your lips as you unconsciously nuzzle closer.

he could never say he loves you. because if he says it what’s left of him then? so he settles with just closing his eyes for tonight, burying his face in your hair, and holding you tighter while saying nothing.

it’s getting messy.. situationship with Ray or sweet Erik 💔

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Sleepy

Summary : You're always tired, and Paul's always there to make sure that you get enough sleep even if it means missing him race.

Pairing/s: Paul Aron x Reader

Word Count : 1.2 k

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A/N: This is for my sleepy people who like me always need a nap or two during the day.

When you first started dating Paul it didn’t cross your mind to tell him how tired you actually got because it was never something that got in the way until you started following him to Grand Prix’s. Going with him was rare because your studies came first, and he understood that thankfully, there were times when you could still be together. 

But this weekend you’d joined him at the Monaco Grand Prix because well it’s Monaco. You’d decided to stay in the hotel room for practice catching up on the work that you’d missed during your journey to Monaco. 

For qualifying you’d gone down to the Hitech garage sitting in the dressing room for Paul and his teammate Amaury. Sitting down as you watched Paul getting suited up with your eyes closing due to a mixture of being tired and the jetlag that was still catching up with you. 

Paul walked over, pushing a couple of strands out of your face as you looked up to him. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest 

“Why didn't you say that you're feeling tired, armastus?” He asked softly (Love) 

“I was feeling okay until I sat down and stopped doing anything” You explained, and he nodded, pressing a kiss to your temple 

“Please have a nap while I’m at quali” You sighed 

“I want to watch you though baby” You looked up at him as Paul ran a hand through your hair 

“I know you do, armastus, but remember what happened last time you stayed up to watch me?” He asked and, you nodded, looking down a little 

“Yeah I remember” You had gotten overtired at the last Grand Prix that you’d attended and almost ended up passing out, walking back to the hotel. 

“Okay so please just have a nap, armastus. I promise that I’ll give you a lap by lap when we get back to the hotel room and even though I know you’ll fall asleep listening to me but then I at least know you’re safe” You nodded looking up at him as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips 

“Be safe out there baby” You smiled up at him 

“You know I will be” He smiled, kissing you before leaving the room, and you moved to lay down on the massage table in the middle of the room, waving to Amaury as he left. 

You slept for the whole of qualifying and through the debriefs, only waking up when you heard Paul and Amaury talking about the car as they walked back into the dressing room. You rubbed your eyes as you looked over in the direction of the voices. Both boys placed their helmets and water bottles down, a clear sign they hadn’t been there long. Paul looked over a smile forming on his face as he saw you awake. 

Keeping up his conversation, he walked over sitting on the massage table next to you as he rubbed a comforting hand across your back. You closed your eyes again, enjoying the comforting touch and the comforting sounds of his voice. 

You hadn’t realised that while Paul was sitting there that you’d actually fallen back asleep again under his touch and warm voice. You couldn’t help it. He was just so warm in general. Paul had crouched down in front of you once he was ready to leave for the day, gently rubbing your arm and pushing a few strands of hair out of your face.

“Armastus it’s time to go home” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you stirred awake. Looking about to get your surroundings before setting your eyes on Paul, who had a small smile on his face 

“Time to get you back to the hotel darling” He smiled and you nodded sitting up with Paul’s help because he always finds a way to have physical contact with you when possible. 

“I didn’t mean to fall back asleep” You whispered, and he nodded 

“I know you didn’t but you did, and that’s okay” He hummed, pressing a kiss to your temple as he took your hand and bag, walking out of the dressing room with you. 

You couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend. He was always so loving and kind about you constantly just wanting to nap and not leave the house. He didn’t care because when you wanted to nap, it meant extra cuddles for him, and he loved the contact even if he was meant to be working. 

There were often times when Paul was meant to be on Zoom meetings however, you wanted a nap, so you came first. He’d sit in bed while you lay with your head on his chest - where he placed it - and he’d do the Zoom meeting on his phone from bed. It didn’t go down well with the higher ups to begin with, but once they realised that he wasn’t ever going to change his setup, they stopped caring. 

Walking through the paddock to the car park felt like it was taking forever. Maybe that’s because you’d just woken up, and you still weren’t quite fully awake, or maybe it’s just because Formula Two really felt like putting their paddock the furthest away from the entrance. 

Paul kept one arm around your waist and his other hand was connected to yours probably making sure that you weren’t just going to collapse to the floor again even though the reason for that had been discovered Paul wasn’t having it. 

“What’s the plans for tonight?” You asked Paul, looking up at him 

“Well I cancelled my gym session because I wanted to cuddle you. I’m doing that in the morning now. So I believe that the night just calls for cuddles and my lap by lap” He smiled, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. It was the perfect night. 

And that’s exactly what happened, well kind of. Paul ordered room service with some of your favourite snacks, including fruit, before picking up the blanket and following you around the room with it. 

“Let me wrap you up” He chuckled as you stopped turning to face him, raising your hands up to keep him away 

“I don’t want to be wrapped up” You giggled, and he raised an eyebrow 

“That’s not what you said last night” He smirked 

“Last night was different!” You argued, and he shook his head, taking a step towards you, so you took a step back. 

“Was it really?” He asked, taking another step forward, causing you to take one back. 

“It was, and you know it!” You exclaimed, and he chuckled. With every step forward he took, you took one back until your back hit the wall 

“Shit” You mumbled as he smirked, closing the gap between you both. Blanket thrown on the couch in the hotel room by now. 

“Nowhere to run now kallis” He smirked, and you looked up at him. His eyes captivating you as you tilted your head a little 

“And what are you going to do about me running away, hmm?” You asked with a slight smirk. His hand came up to hold your jaw in place as he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours, starting a make-out session between the two of you. 

Eventually, Paul did manage to get you wrapped in the blanket like a burrito after your make-out session lying in bed with you, his arms wrapped around you as your head rested on his chest. His hand brushed through your hair as your eyes started to close, listening to him give a lap by lap about quali. The night was perfect. In fact, the whole day was perfect. 

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