Formula Fanfics 13

hey,

i'm not great at this. you probably knew that already.

i'm more of a... show-you-i-care kind of person. the small stuff; fixing things before you notice they're broken, making sure your tyres aren't bald, keeping the pantry stocked with that snack you pretend you don't eat in one sitting. that's my language.

but there are some things actions don't cover. so here I am, writing a letter, which should tell you just how much you matter. don't get used to it, or do. i wouldn't be doing this if you weren't worth it.

i want you to know something simple: you've changed my life. quietly. steadily. without fanfare.

i didn't expect to fall for someone the way I've fallen for you. i didn't expect to soften the way I have. i didn't expect to find myself thinking about you while I'm doing the most mundane things, waiting for a debrief, making coffee, standing in a lift. you've become part of my thoughts without asking permission.

and the part that surprises me most? i like it. more than i can explain.

you make my days make sense. not because they're perfect, but because you're in them. you're the calm after the chaos, the warmth after a long day, the person i want to sit next to when everything is quiet.

i love the way you laugh. i love the way you look at me like you see through the grumpy exterior. i love that you don't shy away from calling me out when i'm being difficult. i love that you stay anyway.

you're good for me. better than i deserve half the time. and i'm working on being the kind of man who shows you exactly why you were right to choose me.

so here it is, the thing i probably don't say enough:

i love you. plain and uncomplicated. the real kind, the kind that lasts.

i'll be back later tonight. don't wait up unless you want to, though i won't lie, i like it when you do.

♡ relationship type: steady, warm, grounding love with a streak of playful chaos. he's shy at first but once he's yours, he loves with his whole chest.

♡ love languages: • acts of service: grabs you coffee, fixes things, drives you everywhere, helps before you ask. • physical touch: handholding, chin on your shoulder, cuddles that feel like home. • quality time: sitting together doing absolutely nothing. • soft words whispered only when you're alone.

♡ their favourite thing about you: your presence. he swears the room feels calmer the moment you walk in.

♡ you two in private: • he hugs you from behind constantly, arms tight around your waist. • shy kisses that turn into longer, deeper ones when he relaxes. • he giggles against your neck when you tickle him. • sits with his head in your lap while you play with his hair. • loves lying on your chest listening to your heartbeat. • can't sleep without touching you, even just a leg resting against yours.

♡ you two in public: • protective in a quiet, gentlemanly way. guides you with a hand at your back. • blushes whenever you kiss his cheek. • drivers tease him because he gets distracted when you're trackside. • fans adore the way he always looks for you in a crowd. • he never overdoes PDA but gives you soft eyes all the time.

♡ dates you'd go on: • cozy movie nights with blankets and takeout. • outdoor walks at sunset, hand in hand. • cute breakfast dates with pancakes and shared bites. • game arcade dates; he gets competitive, you distract him with kisses. • weekend getaways to quiet cabins or beach spots.

♡ your arguments look like: brief, emotional misunderstandings. he gets quiet, you get teary, then he comes back with gentle apologies and wraps you in a long hug until everything feels right again.

♡ the moment they realised they loved you: you showed up to support him on a weekend when no one expected you to, he saw you standing there, smiling, and his whole heart dropped.

♡ the reason everyone else knows you're together: the way you two gravitate toward each other, even in groups, even in chaos, you somehow end up shoulder to shoulder.

♡ nicknames they use for you: baby, sweetheart, angel, my girl, honey, gorgeous.

♡ songs that fit your relationship: • i wanna be yours – arctic monkeys • seaside – hozier • casual love – eden

♡ how the paddock views the relationship: • everyone thinks you're the cutest, calmest couple. • max & isack tease him endlessly, he blushes every time. • engineers adore you because Liam's confidence goes up when you're there. • fans dub you the "softly obsessed couple."

He spends the whole day acting like it doesn't matter. "This hat?" he says, grinning under the paper crown Lando forced onto him. "It's fashion."

The party is chaos. There's music, tequila, a half-melted cake. Someone gave him a glittery sash that says 'Birthday King' he won't take off. He's loud, and most importantly glowing.

But you know him better than anyone. You see it in the way his hand lingers a little longer on your back. The way his eyes keep flicking to you across the room. The second the door shuts behind you both that night, he drops the act. You push him up against it and he laughs breathlessly.

"Oh," he grins. "So now you're giving me attention."

"You've been begging for it all day."

"I thought I was subtle."

"You absolutely were not." You kiss him hard. He moans into it, hands everywhere now: lifting your dress, gripping your thighs, hands tightening on your hips.

"You gonna let me have my present?" he murmurs.

You drop to your knees.

"Oh fuck."

You take your time. He's already half-hard, the anticipation getting to him. You mouth at him through his boxers until he's cursing, hips twitching, voice wrecked. "Such a tease," he breathes.

You hum and pull him out, licking a slow stripe up the underside of his cock before wrapping your lips around the tip. "Jesus- yes-"

You suck him off slow, letting him feel every second of it, keeping your eyes on him the whole time. He can't stop swearing. Can't stop telling you how good you look like this, how perfect your mouth is, how lucky he is. "Birthday head's my favourite tradition," he groans, hand tightening in your hair.

You pull off with a wet pop. "I'm not finished."

His eyes go wide. "Oh my god."

Eventually, he pulls you off the floor, stumbling backward toward the bed with you wrapped around him. "I need to return the favour," he pants.

"I already-"

He flips you effortlessly, laying you down and settling between your thighs. "Shh," he says, cocky again now. "Birthday boy gets what he wants."

He eats you out like he's starving: licking, sucking, groaning into you. He fingers you at the same time, slow at first, then faster, curling just right.

"Come on," he urges. "Be good for me. Come on my tongue."

You do. Loudly. Twice. When he finally fucks you, he does it deep, slow at first, both of you messy with sweat and laughter and need.

"You feel so good," he whispers against your throat. "So fucking good."

His hand drifts to your chest, thumb brushing your nipple. The other grips your hip tight as he drives into you harder. "Gonna fill you up," he breathes. "Give you every last bit. Birthday gift for me."

You arch into him, legs shaking, mouth open on a moan.

"Go on, baby," he whispers. "Let me feel it."

You come again, this time with his name in mumbles, his hands holding you steady as he follows, groaning low into your neck as he fills you deep.

Later, you're tangled in the sheets, his chest rising and falling against yours. "So," he says, voice hoarse.

"Best birthday ever?"

He grins at you with flushed cheeks and messy curls. "Obviously," he say. "You came three times."

"And the rest of the day?" you asks. "Happy?"

LISTEN. You're not going to believe what just happened.

I was doing a track walk, right? Calm. Normal. Professional. And then I tripped over my own foot and nearly rolled into the gravel like a tortilla. In front of everyone.

Pierre saw. He is STILL laughing. I think he might actually be dying. Please tell him to stop. He won't listen to me.

Then my engineer said I walk like a baby deer learning to stand and honestly? I can't even be offended because he's right.

Anyway, I'm fine. My ego is not fine, but my body is.

mon cœur,

i hope you find this at a moment when the day hasn't had the chance to rush you yet. i wanted these words to greet you before anything else could, before emails, before calls, before the world starts asking things of you.

i want, just for a moment, to give something to you.

i've been thinking a lot lately about how you fit into my life. not in the dramatic sense, i don't believe love needs theatrics to be real, but in the quiet, dependable way that truly matters. you've become woven into my days without force, without disruption, just... naturally. gently.

beautifully.

you are the first person I want to talk to in the morning and the last person i want to hear from at night. not because i need you to fill silence or distract me from anything, but because your presence is something that steadies me.

you make me feel understood. not the driver, not the competitor, not the version of myself the world thinks it knows. me. simply me.

i love that i can be honest with you. that i can show you my stress, my doubts, my frustration, and you never shrink away. you meet all of it with calmness, with patience, with a softness that feels like safety.

and i love you for that. i love you for everything you are, the warmth you carry, the light you don't realise you bring into a room, the way your eyes soften when you look at me like i am something worth loving.

i am trying to be a man who deserves that look.

i love your laugh. i love your stubbornness; yes, even when it's directed at me. i love the way you reach for my hand when you're distracted, like it's instinct. i love the way you care for others without needing applause. i love the peace i feel when you rest your head on my chest, like the world could fall apart and i would still be anchored by you.

i don't know how to say it more elegantly, so i'll say it plainly:

i love you. deeply. patiently. without hesitation. in a way that grows stronger each day, even in the smallest moments.

you are the part of my life i never saw coming but now can't imagine living without.

Bonsoir, bébé. It's your favourite Frenchman. I just got back to the hotel and it is very, very boring without you. Tragic, actually. 

I walked in, put my bag down, looked around and thought, "Wow... this would be much better with her here judging my outfit choices." (soft laugh) 

Media today was chaos. Absolute chaos. Someone asked if I'm "in love." I choked on my water. Completely betrayed myself.

Anyway... I was thinking maybe we could call before you sleep? I want to hear your voice. I've been thinking about it all day. 

♡ relationship type: classic romance with a modern twist; respectful, gentle, polished, but underneath he is absolutely obsessed with you. the softest slow-burn that becomes a deep, steady love.

♡ love languages: • acts of service: opens every door, carries every bag, fixes problems before you mention them. • words of affirmation: thoughtful compliments, quiet encouragement, "I'm proud of you." • quality time: long conversations, slow mornings, peaceful routines together. • physical touch: hand on your knee, guiding touches, shoulder kisses.

♡ their favourite thing about you: your ambition, he loves how driven you are and tells you often. and he adores the way you make him soften without trying.

♡ you two in private: • he cuddles you like a koala when he's finally off-duty, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. • uses a softer voice just for you. the deep, sleepy one that makes your knees weak. • loves when you sit on his lap while he works; he'll kiss your shoulder every few minutes. • you steal his shirts and he pretends to be annoyed before smiling like an idiot. • he whispers "darling..." before teasing you or pulling you closer. • blushes easily when you take control of anything.

♡ you two in public: • hand at the small of your back, guiding you through crowds. • smiles shift from professional to heart-eyes instantly when he sees you. • introduces you proudly, "my partner." • media loves getting a glimpse of the two of you because you're effortlessly classy together. • fans call you the "royal couple", too polished, too pretty, too perfect.

♡ dates you'd go on: • fancy dinners where he insists on paying, even when you argue. • quiet weekend getaways with spa days and long walks. • bookstore and coffee dates, he loves reading beside you. • elegant hotel bars with low lighting and his hand on your thigh. • cooking dinner together with jazz music playing.

♡ your arguments look like: calm but tense; he gets quiet, you get emotional, and then he melts first, gently taking your hands and saying "let's talk, love."

♡ the moment they realised they loved you: you fixed his tie before an event, smiled up at him, and said "you've got this." he felt something crack open in his chest.

♡ the reason everyone else knows you're together: his voice changes around you: softer, warmer, slightly teasing. plus the way he looks at you like you hung the moon.

♡ nicknames they use for you: darling, love, sweetheart, angel, beautiful.

♡ songs that fit your relationship: • adore you – harry styles

♡ how the paddock views the relationship: • kimi adores you; he says George is happier, calmer with you around. • toto becomes protective of you like a second father. • fans call you the classy power couple. • drivers tease George relentlessly for being the most whipped man alive... he doesn't deny it.

hey,

if you're reading this, it means my plan worked, which honestly surprises even me. i'm usually better at racing strategies than romance strategies, but here we are.

i've been thinking about you a lot lately. not in the dramatic, can't-function-without-you way, just in the steady, constant way that sneaks up on you until you realise the person has become a quiet part of your everyday life. like background music you don't notice until it stops and suddenly everything feels wrong without it.

that's what you are for me. a constant. a comfort. something i didn't know i needed until you were already part of my routine.

you have this grounding effect on me. i don't mean that lightly. when the world feels too fast, schedules, travel, expectations, all of it, you're the one thing that slows it down. i talk to you and suddenly everything makes sense again. you make the big things feel manageable and the small things feel meaningful.

i love that about you.

i love a lot of things about you, actually. the way you grin when you're trying not to laugh. the way you always know when something's on my mind. the way you never make me feel like i have to be anything more than myself. that's rare. really rare.

and don't laugh, but... i think about your hand in mine more than i should. it just fits there. like a habit i never want to break.

i don't need to dress this up or make it poetic. that's not me. but i want you to know this as plainly as possible:

i love you. in the uncomplicated, steady, i'll-show-up-every-time way. in the way that makes me look forward to things i used to overlook; slow mornings, long drives, stupid errands we do together.

you make life feel better just by being in it.

and if you ever forget that, open this glovebox again. i'll remind you as many times as you need.

Salut, mon coeur. It's me.

I just finished the debrief and... ah, it was one of those days. Too many voices, too many opinions, not enough sense being made anywhere.

(quiet sigh)

I stepped outside for some air and immediately thought of you. You always make things feel clearer, even when you're not here.

I'm heading back to the hotel now. I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner together? I don't mind what we eat, I'd just like the company. Yours, specifically.

♡ how the weekend feels without you: quiet in a way he doesn't mind, until he does. valtteri enjoys his space, enjoys the calm, but without you there the silence stretches a little too far. it's peaceful, just missing something familiar.

♡ what he does differently: • wakes up earlier than necessary. • goes on longer bike rides before track days. • spends more time outside the paddock than inside. • checks his phone during moments he'd normally be completely offline.

♡ how he keeps you close: • wears the necklace you gave him, tucked under layers. • keeps your last voice note saved for late nights. • takes photos of small things he knows you'd appreciate.

♡ how he texts you: short, warm, thoughtful. "weather's nice today." "went for a ride." "miss you." never dramatic, always sincere.

♡ the paddock noticing your absence: • someone asks where you are. • valtteri smiles softly. "not this one." • he doesn't elaborate.

♡ race day without you: • calm from start to finish. • focused, methodical, grounded. • after the race, the first thing he does is step away from the noise.

♡ the call after the chequered flag: he answers somewhere quiet, maybe outside. if it went well, there's a relaxed satisfaction in his voice. if it didn't, he shrugs it off, then softens when you speak.

♡ the thing he never makes a big deal about: that you bring warmth to his quiet. that without you there, the weekend feels a little colder.

hey love,

i started writing this in my head hours ago, somewhere between feeding the cats and waiting for the kettle to boil. i don't know why, maybe because the morning felt a little too quiet without your voice in it, or maybe because sometimes the things i feel are easier to put on paper than to say out loud.

i've never been the loudest person in the room. never the one who talks first or takes up too much space. but loving you has given me this strange kind of confidence, like i can finally speak without worrying if the words will come out wrong. like even if they do, you'll understand what i meant anyway.

you always understand me. that's one of the things i love most about us.

i love how gentle you are with me without ever making me feel fragile. i love how you listen, really listen, even to the small things i ramble about. i love how your hand always finds mine, almost subconsciously, like it's something your body decided without asking your mind for permission.

you make me feel chosen. and safe. and wanted in a way that still catches me off guard sometimes.

there are moments where i look at you and think, how did i get this lucky? like when you're half-asleep and reaching for me, or when you laugh at something stupid i've said, or when you rest your head on my shoulder and everything in me settles instantly.

you're my calm. my favourite part of any day. the person I want to make proud, and comfort, and come home to.

i don't say it as often as you deserve to hear it, but i love you. so much. in this steady, hopeful, quietly certain way that feels like it's built to last. you make life kinder. you make me kinder. i want to spend a long time showing you what that means.

your coffee's ready, the way you like it, not the way i make mine. drink it while it's warm, okay?

and come back to bed when you're done. i sleep better with you here.