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inspired  by : francesco bernoulli (cars 2) added inspo ! don draper (mad men) scarlett o'hara (gone with the wind), phyllis nefler (troop beverly hills), gatsby (the great gatsby), frank n furter (rocky horror picture show), blair waldorf (gossip girl).Â
 francesco bernoulli: nyle dimarco - older: herny cavil âdob: june 27 âzodiac: cancerâ occupation: race car driverâ birthplace: porto corsa, italyâorientation: non binaryâsong: baby itâs you by london grammarâ film: catch me if you canâ education: collegeâtemperament: sanguine âmbti: ENTJâ alignment: neutralâ abilities: mental manipulationâ hogwarts house: ravenclawâ  emoji:  ( đ€đŒ âšđ đ„)
-ËËââpresent !
Number one in the world: Thatâs the goal and Fran wonât stop until everyone knows who Francesco Bernoulli truly is.
Fran is currently volunteering their time at the pit stop, they have made themselves useful in making sure that it runs smoothly.Â
Their journey has brought them new acquaintances, as well as old ones they've gotten to know a bit better. They are fumbling through their new life here in Elias. They're still afflicted and oblivious of their circumstances. Learning to live life on their own terms, perhaps theyâll discover a thing or two about themselves along the way. It might be hard balance being a parent and a racer, but nevertheless they will succeed. Comes with the territory of being number 1.
âpast !!
Having no real recollection. Their current, past is rather strikingly different from their initial one. The memories that Jr hold are tainted in various ways. Shaped by their "history", they believe that their father was absent throughout their life and that they were abandoned and unloved. Itâs this idea that fuels the young racer, taking an alliance and racing number a fake name before ending up here at Elias. They are looking for a place in the world far away from the name the follows them. Â
âfuture !!
It took them many years to get here. Fran has finally, regained a semblance of normalcy and are enjoying the finest years of their lives
Although they are destined to live an eternal existence, no longer will he be walking alone in the process. There is a sense of serenity knowing that they finally open their eyes to what was right in front of them, and no. they wonât be letting that go any time soon.or more like ever.Â
Their racing career comes to an end after only a few short years. the chase and speed are long gone, and they've entered a new world of wine production. Their grapes have become a business in and of themselves, and they've taken it very seriously. They love to keep busy after all, if they arenât spending money, might as well make some.Â
In their spare time, they tend to the many children who have had such a profound impact on the formal racer. A large family was the last thing from their minds. Never thinking it was meant for them, but glad it somehow ended that way.
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Monty was actually enjoying having a night where nothing else mattered but everyone enjoying themselves. He usually attended these parties in order to meet sponsors or work but tonight, he was going to drink and enjoy mingling with the people in town. Drink in hand, he wandered through the crow before bumping into someone. He immediately turned around to apologize. âPardon me, itâs a little cramped here.âÂ
fran generally took pleasure in these sorts of events. the attention was flattering, particularly when they felt extra stunning in their outfit. they walked around holding the hem of their dress so no one would trip over it, the price of beauty was becoming increasingly difficult, but one they wouldnât trade. aware of their surroundings, they made their way across the a crowded area. when some idiota carelessly bumped into them.
ma stai scherzando silently pondered while directing their attention up towards the intent individual. brows gradually softening as they recognized who it was that had angered them.Â
open hand extended upwards, as they stared up at their beloved with pouted red lips.Â
penelope gave herself a small pat on the back. she was proud of herself for learning something new. it took practice but she was learning. she watched carefully as fran signed to her. -sfogliatella?- she said repeating the same movement. -never had it. but i love sweets-Â
penny was always learning things from fran. if it wasnât how to sign it was something italian. something fancier than she knew of. fran had much more experience than she had with life and she always enjoyed spending time with them because they were like an older sibling.Â
-are they chocolate?-Â
the expression on fran's face changes dramatically. -never? really?- they signed back, shaking their heads in disbelief. no, no, they mouthed out. Frank couldn't believe that their friend hadn't had anything so perfect before. so sugary and light. the exact definition of summer. they definitely had to change that. they couldnât let penelope just go on without having try something that brought them so much joy. aside from racing and well lightning of course.Â
-itâs so deliziĂłso. i might cry just thinking about it. a piece of home penny.-
Vanellopeâs heart was pounding out of their chest. Theyâd just beaten their PR. Months of practice and focus had lead to the numbers on the clock. Pulling their car to a stop, Vanellope took a moment to do a little happy dance in their seat.
They stepped out of their car, waving to the small audience that was forming. Popping the hood, they leaned into the engine and fiddled with a few bolts.
Standing back up, Vanellope turned and jumped, finding someone standing beside them. They watched the other person make some motions with their hands, cocking their head to the side.
âI"m so sorry,â they said, holding out their hands. âIâm not sure what youâre asking.â They bit their lip, trying to think of a way to communicate.
fran nodded his head as they took into account the words that were being mouthed to them. of course they wouldnât know what he were saying, itâs not like sign language was something many people knew. it was rare and far inbetween to find someone who spoke their language.Â
small gesture to wait with their hand, lips formed a welcoming smile. reaching into the pocket of their jacket for the tiny blue note pad they usually carried to scribble within the question they just asked.
[scusa, do you know who owns this car? sono sorprendenti!]Â
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      WHILE ARIEL LOVED TO meet new people and make friends , especially now that she was human , she couldn't help being a bit taken aback by how the person simply took the seat before her . no greeting , no nothing . figuring chances were they hadn't seen there , the redhead allowed herself to gently reach out and tap the stranger's hand . â hi ! are you okay ? â she asked curiously ; whatever was happening in the object the stranger held must've been quite important .
fran looked around, eyes bouncing from the bright screen to a pair of moving lips that were clearly asking him a question. a slight nod of the head, should be enough. the last time they checked, their agent was the only one who wouldn't be okay as soon as they hit "send." as they tucked their phone in their jacket, they found themselves smiling at the beauty.
-scusa-Â hand moved swiftly -didnât see you there-Â
fran stood by, observing the winning vehicle that clearly did not belong to him. they found themselves impressed by the time that had been displayed. it had been years since they last saw those figures. it was clear as the clouds in the sky, that this racer was in the wrong sport. a sparse audience began to assemble for the next race, but fran just stayed by the sidelines waiting for the owner of the powerful vehicle to approach..
 there was something about how the racer drove that had caught their attention.Â
-this your car?- he signed to a stranger -do you know the owner?-
â itâs official, i know far too much about you now. â
-is that a bad thing?-
 they questioned, as if knowing too much about who francesco bernoulli truly is a bad thing. had them over share, share. but who else were they going to tell about their kinks. they werenât ashamed of them after all. It didnât help that they were five drinks , and someone should stop them at this point.
there were numerous aspects of life that fran appreciated. a decent drink, a fast race, and an occasional excellent fuck were a few of their favorite things. at least that was before they made a permanent commitment to the one individual who turned his world upside down. it looked good on him to take charge of the chaos that came with managing the pit stop. perhaps they were staring excessively, but they were helpless when it came to the mcqueen. they sat back with a drink and watched admiring the beautiful sight of blue jeans passing by.
they were now curious how long it would be before he realized that they were home a day early.Â
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     â THIS MAY SOUND LIKE a ridiculous question , but âŠÂ do you believe in the butterfly effect ? â
fran was obliving their surroundings as they waited for the barista to approach with his order. gaze forward, they watched as everyone was scurrying around. It turned out to be one of those hectic monday mornings. one they would rather be home than waiting in line for. they were scanning the room when he caught sight of a young woman mouthing something they couldn't decipher.
penelope was a woman of many talents. some may say jack of all trades master of none. but, penelope loved to learn many things. when she met fran she immediately started to learn sign. she still wasnât the greatest at signing back but she was learning. -itâs okay!- she signed back with a wink.Â
she read the message and let out a giggle, before sitting it in down an holding up a finger to say wait a second. -youâre literally the sweetest.- she signed back, it took her a moment because she was still making sure she was doing this right, -looking for something good to eat.-Â
âam i getting any better?â she asked before letting out a giggle.Â
-perfect-Â
-come sempre-
minor hiccups, considerably less frequent than before. penny had clearly been putting in the effort. knowing that the people he considered significant in his life were truly attempting to connect with him in the language that mattered to them...that they were attempting to learn for once...made his spirit lighter. fran placed down the phone on the table with a broad grin on his face.
-my sweet tooth is craving a sfogliatella. have you had it before?-Â
hands moved in a slower manner, enough for their friend to keep up with what they were asking.Â
fran let out a soft laugh, cheeks flushed over with a visible hint of redness. indeed, they were attractive. there was no denying that. but having someone other than themselves recognise the truth, filled them with excitement and a measure of satisfaction at the very least. as they hurriedly retrieved their phone to respond, they could feel themselves sit up a bit straighter [you donât fall too far behind. of course. I am the most bellissimo. mama would be proud] lips curled upward as they added [ si, I raced, but i was not number one this time. very sad :( ]Â
heavy sigh as they held their forehead with their free hand in utter defeat [how was holidays?]
the sent their message adding in sign -fun plans?-Â
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Reading their reply, she giggled, rolling her eyes playfully. At the sad face emoji, her own face instantly copied the expression, feeling true empathy for her friend. [ I heard. Iâm so sorry Fran, but youâll get them next time !! Youâre always number one to me !! ]
[ My holidays were okay. Spent time with friends. Lots of gifts! ]Â
Seeing them sign, she recognised the words â and replied with another sign sheâd memorised, one she thought sheâd be using a lot: < Sewing! Lots of sewing! >
With this, she put her phone down on the table between them and took out a parcel from her totebag, wrapped in Christmas wrapping paper. Inside was a varsity jacket with Franâs racing colours, and Italian flowers embroidered along the chest and back. The tag on the jacketâs neck was a simple âSerenaâ, her own makeshift design logo.
Then she quickly picked up her phone to type: [ I had to guess your measurements, if it doesnât fit I can adjust it! ]
first in his heart - it was true, obvious, and they cherished every minute of occupying space in the americanâs heartâŠbut it was not enough when it came to the rest of the world. as his agent gleefully reminded them, head not in the game. not that francesco bernoulli required a reminder after losing two consecutive races in less than a month. sinking their pride further down into the deep ocean. who else would they be if not a racer? they had enjoyed this version of his life far too much to abandon it. simply let it all go and start again..
-you do not clean- they signed, shaking their head, eyes brightly staring into his partner. -that is wrong- shifty adding -first in your heart is sweet, but not in the whole mondo?- lips pouted, gently holding the others chin, running his thumb across his lower lip.Â
Monty knew that this all meant so much to Francesco. They were never shining brighter than when they were on the race track and it was the same for him. He loved the roar of engines and the vibration of the fast cars going by. It had been everything heâd worked for when he was young but then heâd fallen in love and had children and he was back in love with the person heâd never really stopped loving. Life was weird.Â
Monty pouted, itâs not like itâs a big deal. youâre looking for something to be mad about. He smiled at his partner before kissing their thumb. Am i not enough for you? You still want the world?
She recognized the motion for âyouâ and âpracticingâ. Putting two and two together, she grinned. <Yes!>.
Serena tilted her head to read their words. Taking the phone, she messaged back. The prettiest face! Please donât worry. It was the holidays - but you raced, right? Did you get anytime to rest at all? :â)
Taking out her own phone, she brought up a fresh page on the notes app and showed them, indicating that they could continue this way, with each their own phone.
fran let out a soft laugh, cheeks flushed over with a visible hint of redness. indeed, they were attractive. there was no denying that. but having someone other than themselves recognise the truth, filled them with excitement and a measure of satisfaction at the very least. as they hurriedly retrieved their phone to respond, they could feel themselves sit up a bit straighter [you donât fall too far behind. of course. I am the most bellissimo. mama would be proud] lips curled upward as they added [ si, I raced, but i was not number one this time. very sad :( ]Â
heavy sigh as they held their forehead with their free hand in utter defeat [how was holidays?]
the sent their message adding in sign -fun plans?-Â
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âwell, hello fran. good to see you too.â penelope giggled, âdid you just miss me so much you had to sit with me?â penelope knew they hadnât paid attention to what they had done.
fran reacted negatively to the prompt response their representative nasty agent texted. it seems that he was not pleased with the stubborn racer's refusal to hold a press conference to explain their defeats. fran found it incomprehensible; two losses were not the end of the world. they shook their head and placed the phone on the table with the display facing down, taking a much-needed breather. lifting his gaze, they were stunned to find themselves sat in front of such elegance and beauty.
-sorry penny- they signed, reaching for their phone with a smile as they pulled open their note app to quickly typeÂ
 [how could i not see you there, beautiful. what are you doing on this side of town?] handing her the phone to view their messageÂ