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Currently on a short break as I am on holiday :)

❥ - fluff

☽ - angst

. • ° - discretion is advised

༄ - requested

Formula 1

Daniel Ricciardo

• Long Day Eh? - ❥

• That’s Not Me - ❥ . • ° ༄

• Pinky Promises - ❥

• Future - ❥

Charles Leclerc

• Should’ve Stayed Home - ❥

• Heart Equals Home - ❥ . • °

Carlos Sainz Jr

• Tell Me Then - ☽ ❥

Max Verstappen

• Each Other - ❥

Marvel

Xu Shangqi

• Hold Still - ❥☽

• By Your Side - ❥

Actors

Simu Liu

• Dresses and Promises - ❥

Taron Egerton

• Helping Hand - ❥

*Photo Creds: Dan Istitene via Getty Images*

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

A/N: This is going to be a series, yes, the DR series was discontinued and archived because I couldn’t seem to understand where the plot line was going, I had major creative block every time I went to add more to it. I’m sorry for anyone who was following it but I may return to it in the future, I’m not sure yet. But for now, I want to start a fresh chapter with a new series and I hope you enjoy.

A/N: There is no summary for this because firstly, I can’t be bothered to write one and secondly, it’s pretty self-explanatory from the first chapter really. I’m writing in first person for this because I find it’s an easier way of writing plus when you imagine it as an ‘I’ thing, it becomes a lot more intimate and thus personable as well as realistic, and enjoyable!

Warnings: fluff, mentions of smut, clubbing, alcohol, swearing

Masterlist

My first love. A love that I never saw coming, a love that left imprints on my soul and would do so for all of eternity, or atleast for as long as I was alive. For months, I stayed up thinking about him, wondering where in the world he was, on an emotional and physical level.

I guess he went through a lot of torment, but he never opened up about it to me a lot, on the days that he did, it was the sort of stuff I’d hear in a movie as the main character corrected their path to one of redemption and justice.

But those days of digging up the past are over for me, in fact, I don’t even know why I ever did think about him so much because I never really was on the receiving end of an opportunity to tell him how I feel about him. No, how I felt about him.

Past tense, because that’s what it is, the past. It was something I was told by my good friend, Leya, if I just keep going back to the beginning then I won’t have enough time to continue everything else, because other people will get bored of waiting. I mean, she was referring to a long night of clubbing and the fact that I was entirely too focused on my makeup rather than my outfit but still, I found it moving enough.

“That dress is cute.” Leya’s head was perched up on her arms, her eyes raking over my figure as I twirled in the mirror. “The bottom half of the dress is shorter than my underwear.” I snorted, returning my gaze to her in the reflection.

“So fucking what? It’s Monaco, it’s once in a lifetime.” A groan left my mouth just as Carla entered, pushing her hair behind her shoulders. “Y/N, when was the last time you were here?” She innocently inquired as Leya tutted, “like years ago no? I still can’t believe you LEFT Monaco for America, that’s like leaving a gold mine for a cave.”

“I didn’t leave, my family moved Leya, it’s a part of life. You know how you moved from Liam to Jayce in the span of a week, it’s a part of life.” Leya made an insulting mocking noise and threw a pillow at me from behind her, but I expertly dodged it.

“Okay okay, but how long has it really been?” I sighed, combing through my hair with my fingers. “I don’t know, five years maybe?” My mind instantly went back to what life was like five years ago; small, meek, repetitive, but the one person that didn’t make it seem so dull was a person long gone from my life.

Before I could fall into a deep train of thought, I caught myself. “Five years? Jesus, you never came to visit?” Leya questioned, now sitting with her arms holding her up behind her.

“Monte Carlo got more expensive over the years, we couldn’t afford to. It’s only when I got my promotion that I.. well, am here,” I truthfully answered.

“What about all of your old friends?” Carla added but Leya turned to her annoyingly, “she has us? Who else would she ever need?” I nervously let out a chuckle and glanced between both of them, deciding to change the topic while I still could.

“Come on, we should get going.” I ushered and Carla turned on her heel to head into the bathroom where she left her purse, while Leya scurried to the mirror to take a look at herself close-up simultaneously nudging me on the shoulder.

I moved away when I heard my phone vibrate on the stand just below the TV. I skimmed over the message with my eyes, a smile on my lips as I clicked on it and read it out loud. “Eric and Zac are meeting us there, and apparently, Luca is finding his own way.”

I ended with a chuckle and Leya joined me, “Do you reckon it was truth or dare?” I smiled, not looking up from my phone as I typed out a response to him. “Oh for sure, but with alcohol, just to be on the frisky side.”

I shoved the phone into my clutch and brought it over my shoulder, hopping on one foot either way to get my heels on, once that was done, I looked around to see Leya behind me, reapplying her lipgloss for the millionth time while Carla was anxiously checking the time on her phone.

“Right girls, we ready?” I nodded, popping my ‘p’ on the end of my ‘yep’, and looked back to Leya just as she dropped the tube of lipgloss into her purse.

“Let’s get this night fucking started, PLEASE.”

I threw my head back in laughter as Eric mumbled a joke in my ear, the tip of his nose grazing my bare skin. “Stop.” I commanded but another laugh escaped my lips so he knew I wasn’t being serious, “do you know how hot you look in that dress? Fucking sinful.”

A blush creeped over my cheeks and my chest, I clenched my thighs together and there was a playful smirk on Eric’s lips, knowing what he was doing. “Behave, I’m not doing it in a club again, we both know how it ended last time.” His mouth turned into an ‘O’ shape as he remembered the fond story we both like to tell on the nights we get piss drunk.

“Poor man definitely let a little piddle out.” Placing a hand on his chest, I pushed him away with a wide smile on my lips, rolling my eyes too. “I’m getting another drink.” Eric nodded, squeezing my arm to grab my attention again, leaning in to ask me if I wanted him to come with but I shook my head, telling him there was no need.

I strolled over to the bar, planting myself on one of the stools and leaned on to the counter with both elbows on the marble, the cool surface in contrast to my sweaty arms sent goosebumps up my skin.

“Margarita, shaken please.” I ended with a friendly smile, my head tilting slightly to the left, the alcohol I’d already consumed hadn’t quite hit me yet but I was definitely starting to feel some effects of it.

My mind was a slight haze, not realising the bartender had slid my drink over to me until I forced my eyes wide open. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder, tensing up from the unfamiliar contact. If I elbow them, how far would they be pushed back? What if I just smashed this glass over their head, how much would it cost?

But I eased when he leaned into my ear, “I’m going to go and grab Luca, he’s lost himself somewhere.” I chuckled and whisked around on the chair, “you shouldn’t have let him walk here.” Eric winked and traced his finger along my jawline, “he insisted.”

Tilting my head up, he leaned forward as if to press a kiss to my lips but only smiled against them. I clasped my hands around his neck and pulled him into me, deepening it when he placed two hands on my waist. “Later.” I groaned annoyingly against his mouth which caused him to let out a sigh, “you’re going to finish what you started soon, baby.”

He tilted his head down to his jeans and I laughed, pressing a final soft kiss to his lips before unclasping my hands, pulling away. “I’ll tell Leya to be with you until I come back.” I nodded my head, my heart warmed like I was a teenage girl with a school crush.

He swiftly made his exit and I was left alone at the bar again. Yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was staring, either from afar or really up-close, but someone was piercing their eyes into the back of my head. The alcohol was definitely starting to take effect, the room spinning slightly every time I turned my head so by the end of it, I decided to leave it be and let whoever was staring stare, plus take it as a compliment.

I lazily stood up from my seat, realising that the bar was getting busier so it was going to get a whole lot more cramped in the matter of minutes, even seconds. As I made my way through the ever-increasing group of people, I winced when I heard someone’s voice incredibly close to my ear.

At first, I believed it was Leya because Eric mentioned he’d tell her to come to me before he left but this one was masculine. The voice didn’t seem laced with alcohol or slurred, nor did the person who’s voice it belonged to touch me anywhere let alone inappropriately.

That was when my mind registered what the voice said. “I never thought I’d see you again.” My eyebrows subconsciously knitted together at the confusion of who it could be, maybe an old friend who noticed me from far away? Maybe a Monacan relative I haven’t seen in years?

The voice becomes a person when they walk around me so that I can see them in clear view now. The man’s hair was messy yet looked incredibly fluffy, the kind I’d want to run my hands through. Even under the club lighting and the booming music, his eyes were piercing, the green in them obviously apparent even from a distance, they were the kind I’d get lost in. His pointed nose and his pink plump lips, the kind I’d pepper kisses over every chance I got.

Except I have. I have ran my hands through that hair before, I have lost myself in those eyes before, I have left kisses over that nose and those lips.

Fuck.

“Charles,” I manage to breathe out. He smiles, he loves the way I mumbled his name, he knows the memories of us in our teenage years came flooding back to me like a harsh wave over the shore, much like they’d flooded back to him when he first saw me from across the club.

Neither of us say anything to each other, either because we didn’t know what to say or because we didn’t want to, instead we wanted to soak each other in, let our eyes wander over the other’s body, notice the tiny things that have changed because we’ve both been absent from each other’s lives for a long time.

He tilts his head towards an empty high-top table near the back of the club and I find myself absentmindedly following him, like a lost puppy finally reunited with its owner. He’s wearing a black shirt, prints of the brand marked on the shoulders, short sleeves.

His figure remained the same, but I guess that‘s a given if he chose to remain in the same career he was in years ago. Motorsport. Perhaps he’s a little bit taller, but I couldn’t be sure, I didn’t spend any minute with him judging his height, I spent those minutes with him in all of his glory, soaking him in, believing he was mine.

While my feet were carrying me to where he was going, I didn’t feel much inside of me. Maybe my stomach had flipped a few times or my breath had caught in my throat when I came to the realisation of who it was, but not much else. I liked that.

As he turned, I felt my legs weaken a little from the alcohol and he subliminally extended his arms out to catch me but I adjusted myself without his help, his arms returning back to his sides. There was a part of me that wished he did, so I could’ve felt what I did years ago, a yearn for his touch, for his attention, but I’m older now, I’m not a teenager.

He knew he couldn’t hold me anymore from the lowering look on his face, he must’ve saw me clasp my hands around Eric’s neck and pull him closer so I could feel his lips on mine. I felt ashamed at that, but I shook it out of my head, I don’t owe him anything.

“How are you?“ I asked, I watched as his eyes faltered a little, I guess there was a possibility he wanted me to say something else, anything else.

Maybe he wanted me to ask where he’s been all these years, tell him if my feelings for him have changed, pull him into me, but I couldn’t know for sure.

And this was awkward enough.

My eyes were rather widened, my mouth was slightly agape, my heart had begun palpitating under his gaze, he watched my every movement as if I would slip away if he looked away for a second.

I wasn’t sure why he was having an effect on me, but I guess it was because I was seeing the same man who once held so much substance in my life again, the man who I thought would never return.

“I’m okay.” His accent was as prominent as ever and I grinned at that, a man of layers I used to regard him as, maybe he still was. But I wouldn’t know, I mean how would I? We’re not friends but I guess we never really were even when we were close.

“You look.. great.” He paused for a moment before he finished, and a blush tinted my cheeks, it was a compliment, of course I was going to react to it, I would react like that regardless of who it was.

His eyes dragged over my body and I don’t know why but I adjusted my dress so it covered me a little more, suddenly feeling the need to be modest, mentally cursing Leya in my head for convincing me to wear it. But she didn’t know, I didn’t know, nobody knew this was going to happen tonight, neither did Charles.

His gaze met the floor, “so do you.” I returned, it is human nature to compliment them back if they compliment me first. At least, that’s what I was taught by my mum growing up.

“How, how long has it been?” I added, I didn’t want the conversation to end and by the way Charles’ eyes lit up slightly, he was pleased with my question. But I don’t know why.

“Five, six years?” He responded, even though it came out like a question rather than an answer. His jaw ticked, he couldn’t comprehend that it’d really been that long he’d gone without his first love by his side.

I wanted to tell him that I’d missed him, but I was mad, I was mad that he’d never attempted to find me as I’d attempted to find him the first year I’d gone without him. But he meant more to me then, not as much now, so I ignored that pesky feeling and pushed it aside.

“I’m sorry I-” Charles begun but he was cut off as his eyes fell to the approaching figure besides me, I followed his gaze and weakly smiled as Eric draped his forearm around my body, pressing a kiss to my temple.

I wanted him to continue but when I returned my eyes to him, his eyes were on the bar and his hands were tucked away into the front pockets of his washed-out jeans, his jaw clenched.

“Who’s this?” I breathed in and forced a smile on to my lips, trying to act as if the conversation had been a pleasantly surprising one, looking up at Eric. “Eric, this is Charles, an..”

I subconsciously paused, rattling through the options in my mind as to what I could use to introduce him as, the Monacan noticed my slight hesitation but he didn’t step in.

“He’s an old friend, from when I lived in Monaco.” Charles refrained from scoffing, meeting the gaze of the man who was eyeing him suspiciously. “Charles, this is Eric, my boyfriend.”

He forced a tight-lipped smile, taking Eric’s hand and shaking it before letting go. “It’s nice to meet you man, I’ve never met any of her mates from here.” He finished, running his hand up and down my back like he always does.

“I’m glad to be the first one.” He met my eyes and offered me a smile, one that I sceptically returned. He patted Eric on the shoulder before walking away, I wanted to turn back and see if he was watching me but I didn’t, he wasn’t a part of my life anymore, I needed to accept that.

“Wanna make a bet on how many of your friends we’ll run into tonight?” I hummed in response, lost in thought. “Let’s just get back to our friends.” Eric noticed my shift in personality and nodded, taking my hand and following me back to Carla and Luca.

The three got lost in a drunken conversation but my eyes were constantly scanning and searching the room, I don’t know what I was expecting to do or to say to him if I saw him, maybe I was hoping he’d finish his sentence, what was he going to apologise for?

For never trying to find me? For bothering me at the club? For never contacting me? For never becoming anything more with each other when we had an infinite amount of potential? What was it?

My mind was spinning in circles and somewhere, I half-wished he was feeling the same, wondering if there was anything left unsaid on my part, but how could I know?

“Dude, are you with us?” Lando cut Charles’ thoughts short as the Ferrari driver met his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, what’s up?” The Brit didn’t seem convinced that his mate was listening, trying to figure out where he was looking until he landed on the wrong group of girls that Charles definitely wasn’t looking at.

“Someone catch your eye?” He smirked as he questioned, the Monacan turned away from his friend and rolled his eyes, finding his oblivious nature entirely too amusing.

“No, definitely not, Lando.” The Brit groaned, wanting and needing something to entertain himself, which usually meant taking the piss out of one of his friends.

Charles couldn’t stop the feeling of waves of guilt and sadness washing over him, maybe if he’d met her again a year earlier, she’d have been happier to see him or she’d be single and not with a guy that she’s over the moon to be with.

She deserves that, someone who treats her well, someone who is able to fully commit his time and attention to her whenever she needs it, the one thing Charles couldn’t afford to give.

But he wanted to know more. He wanted to know what she did for a living now, did she follow her dreams that they used to talk about for hours and hours on the roof? He wanted to know what her favourite season was, did it change, did the reason change? He wanted to know if she knew anything about him, did she really forget or had she been clinging on to hope that they’d reunite just like he had for half a decade?

But she has a boyfriend, a group of friends, people she was willing to travel to another country with, clearly trusting and loyal people, she looked like she was doing really well for herself, her skin was glowing just as much as it did five years ago, her body he still yearned to reach out and hold, her hair he still wished he could comb his fingers through.

She seemed so close and familiar yet so distant and unusual.

It’d been a long night of drinking, and any thoughts of Charles or the conversation we shared or the unfinished sentence he left alone had been rid from my mind from the toxic invasion known as alcohol.

Me and Eric both left the club together and earlier than the others, unable to keep our hands off of each other in the back of the cab he called while I stupidly giggled away.

Rounds and rounds of sex, drunkenly hilarious kisses and cuddles diminished the wedge between us that I was scared Charles had created by simply making an appearance in my life again, but Eric is perfect for me. He loves me, cares for me, and doesn’t deserve to be thrown aside for a man who didn’t bother to find me for five years.

Eric falls asleep earlier than me, my naked body pressed into his side, his arm snaked around me while his other arm is tucked behind his head. I press a lazy kiss to his lips and another, running my hand over his chest and pressing a kiss to his collarbone before finally resting my head.

My head is blank as I grow tired, but I know it’ll be filled with thoughts the moment I wake up, along with a banging headache.

No pun intended.

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Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: The first race of the season couldn’t have gone worse, and Max just needed two things: a break and you by his side.

Warnings: pure fluff, losing the Bahrain GP

Masterlist

It was a rough start to the season, with Max being forced to retire in the first race, he wasn’t in the best of moods.

The cool air in the hotel room courtesy of the conditioning, despite Bahrain’s scorching temperatures, definitely complemented the silence that had overtaken both you and the Dutchman since he had returned to the hotel.

As you finished your evening routine in the bathroom, you’d assumed that Max had fallen asleep but you were surprised when you saw him awake, gazing lightly at the ceiling, definitely deep in thought.

The satin sheets only covered him from the waist below, his hands behind his head. You knew he wasn’t necessarily angry, everyone’s able to tell when Max Verstappen is angry about something. He was just in his own bubble, like how he was after every race, some just lasted longer than others like this one.

You tucked your travel journal into the first drawer of the nightstand and slipped into bed, staying on your side. You pushed your hair over your right shoulder, looking up at the ceiling as you laid back, playing with the blanket with your feet to adjust it to your liking.

“Ugh.” You groaned quietly, realising that your human version of a radiator was on the other side of the bed and that the AC was getting entirely too uncomfortable for you to sleep with. You debated getting up and calling the reception to see if they could crank it down when Max spoke.

“Why are you so far away?” He questioned, and you paused, turning your head so you could see him, a shy smile on your lips when you realised he was already looking at you.

You looked over his face, his features were soft and comforting in the moonlight but his eyebrows were subtly drawn together, confused as to why you weren’t cuddled up to him like you usually were.

“You’re a man of your space Max.” You replied, trying to ignore the goosebumps arising on your skin since you were getting increasingly colder.

“Not when it comes to you. Come here.” You bit back a smile, grateful that it was relatively dark in the room so he couldn’t make out the blush encompassing your cheeks, knowing you’d get endlessly teased for it.

He moved his arm away from his head and instead straightened it out on the pillows, motioning for you to rest your head on it. “Won’t your arm.. be dead in the morning?” You asked, shuffling closer to him with your head hesitantly hovering over.

“Probably.” You chuckled at his short response and caved, planting your head so it was half on his upper arm and half on his shoulder, your head nestled just under his chin.

He adjusted himself so you could cuddle right into him and you took the opportunity you were given. “You’re freezing.” He commented, pulling you impossibly closer and slightly picking himself up so he could reach over and grab the blanket from where it was only draped over your waist.

Max brought the blanket over your shoulders, wrapping his arm around your waist. A silence befell you both once again, the Dutchman tilting his head slightly to kiss the top of your hair.

“I’m sorry.. about today.” You muttered, cautious with your words. You didn’t know if he was even ready to speak about it.

“Shit happens. Only the first race.” You nodded your head, drawing with your index finger on his chest, he drew circles on your hip bone with his thumb. “You’ll be on the top step in the next race, I know you will.”

You let your eyes flutter close as the corners of Max’s lips twitched upwards, he planted another kiss on the top of your hair again, but let it linger for a moment. Your words were calming, they almost sounded like a prophecy with the way they fell so beautifully from your mouth.

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Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Summary: With a child and working at the McLaren Technology Centre, oftentimes you find yourself having to take your son with you, and you notice a certain F1 driver getting closer with him, and it warms your heart.

Warnings: fluff, mentions of being a single mum, mentions of a one-night stand and the biological father not being present, another dad dan fic cause why the hell not :)

The son’s name is Micah because I love that name :’)

Masterlist

You flip through some paperwork, rubbing your forehead while trying to rid your eyes of the sleep you hadn’t but really should’ve gotten yesterday. Considering Micah is three years old, you would’ve assumed that meant he’d be more independent and not keep you up at unholy hours of the night but boy, were you wrong.

When he was born, you feared you had to give up your job at McLaren and when you were due to give in your resignation, you’d entered Zak’s office assuming he wouldn’t be busy when you’d noticed Daniel standing opposite his desk, his arms crossed.

‘S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.’ You looked between Zak and Daniel, Daniel meeting your eyes, his gaze remaining on you when your eyes flickered back to Zak’s, tapping the letter against the palm of your hand.

‘It’s okay Y/N, how can I help you?’ You sighed, reaching over to place the white envelope on his desk, straightening back up and motioning towards it with your hand. ‘It’s my resignation Sir.’ You admitted, swallowing the lump in your throat.

‘I don’t understand.’ Zak responded, knowing that you were happy with your job here and not understanding why you suddenly wanted to resign. ‘Is this about Micah?’ You looked to Daniel, nodding your head, not being able to read the expression on his face.

‘Partially, I want to be able to commit myself to McLaren and I’m only doing the inevitable Sir.’ Zak stood up from his seat, reaching for the resignation. ‘Are you sure about this?’

Just as you were about to nod your head, Daniel spoke again. ‘Wait, if this is about Micah, why don’t you bring him here? The team wouldn’t mind taking care of him while you get your work done.’ Your mouth parted slightly open to respond but Zak beat you to it. ‘And I’m sure we can figure out a schedule to best accommodate you. I do that with everyone, I wouldn’t mind doing it for one more.’

You looked to the floor, fidgeting with your fingers. Truthfully, you’d loved the idea of bringing Micah here, the McLaren team were your family and you never wanted to put yourself in the position of losing them but your son meant more to you. If Zak could rearrange your schedule, it would mean you could continue working at the Technology Centre while he’s being taken care of.

‘I wouldn’t want us to be a burden to anyone.’ You honestly added. ‘You’d never be a burden.’ You smiled gratefully at Daniel, the sincerity in his voice comforted you. Zak let the letter drop on to his desk and he clasped his hands together, breaking yours and Daniel’s unofficial moment.

‘Well I guess that’s sorted, we’ll talk tomorrow to figure something out.’ You nodded your head, ‘Thank you Sir.’ Your eyes moved from him to Daniel and you gave him a look that said ‘thank you’ too, and he nodded his head as if to say ‘of course’.

Since that day, the team had essentially fallen in love with Micah every day you’d brought him in, people complimenting you about how bubbly and fun he was despite only being three years old. But it was Daniel that had grown the closest to your son, he treated him like he was his own, offering to hold him, put him to sleep, take him out for a walk along the McLaren Biotype lake, making sure he eats.

Every minute you couldn’t find Micah, he was with Daniel and Micah loved him just as much back. Every morning when you’d strap him into the baby seat, he’d look up at you expectantly and ask if he was going to see ‘Uncle Dan’ which tugged at your heart strings. You’d smile at him and caress his cheek, telling him that he can spend the entire day with Uncle Dan and that would keep him in a good mood for the entire car ride there.

Before you’d even found out you were pregnant with your son, you couldn’t deny the feelings that you felt for Daniel, you’d first noticed him on the paddock whilst he was still driving for Red Bull. You found yourself falling more and more for his infectious smile, his wacky sense of humour, his brown curls you wanted nothing more than to run your hands through, but when Daniel moved to Renault, your life had flipped upside down.

You never knew that what seemed like a simple one- night stand with a total stranger would force you into a part of your life that you didn’t know if you were even ready for. You’d forgotten all about your schoolgirl crush on the F1 driver, since you’d have to focus instead on the new man in your life, your baby boy.

Over the last few months since you’d been bringing Micah in, you’d noticed Daniel’s shift in personality, particularly around you. He seemed more uplifted and comfortable than he did when he first started at McLaren even up until a year in to his career here.

“Momma, momma, momma..” You signed the final sheet of paper before turning your attention to your son besides you, who was tugging on your blazer. You fixed some of his curls that were drooping on to his forehead, and stood up from your chair, leaning over and picking him up.

“What’s up with you then? Hmm?” You softly spoke to him as he pointed to the door, signifying he wanted to go out into the main area where he could hear people conversing, clearly interested in what they had to say. “Okay, come on then, let’s go.” You playfully spoke, shutting your folder and placing it into the drawer with your free hand, and logging out of the computer.

You placed both arms underneath him now as he wrapped one around your neck, watching straight ahead as you exited your office, shutting the door behind you. A smile made its way on to your face when you heard Lando speak, realising you and Micah had made an entrance. “There’s the main man!”

Micah giggled as you walked over to where everyone was sitting, you were bouncing him in your arms as he looked down to Lando. “Uncle Dando,” he babbled out, and you laughed as the driver looked up at you, shaking his head. “Never gets it right huh?”

“He gets mine right though.” You shifted your attention to the Australian voice, turning back to see Daniel walking over with a beaming smile on his face and you couldn’t help the blush overtake your cheeks. Micah noticed him too, extending his arms out motioning that he wanted to be in his arms.

“Uncle Daniel!” Daniel pumped a fist in the air, laughing as he walked over and noticed Lando’s annoyed expression. “This is so not fair.”

The Aussie shrugged his shoulders, standing besides you now and your shoulders just barely touching. “He just loves me more.” Daniel teased, turning to you and mentally asking if he could hold him to which you didn’t complain about.

“Please,” you joked, you handed him over and Daniel secured him in his arms, playing with the curls on his head. “The curls are just like mine.” He commented more so to Micah than to anyone else but you picked up on it, your heart skipping a beat. Micah rested his head into the crook of his neck, a wide smile on his lips.

Anyone could tell Micah was entirely comfortable with him and with the gleaming smile that was on Daniel’s, anyone could tell he was just as comfortable too.

“He’s just so.. pretty,” You chuckled as you looked over to Lisa, she was on the marketing team and you’d been friends with her for a while, she was one of the people who’d supported you all throughout your pregnancy, considering she had two children of her own and you owed her for life for all that she’d done.

You looked back at Micah to admire him, mentally agreeing with her when you’d noticed Daniel looking at you, probably to see your reaction to the compliment. “He takes after his mum in that arena,” you smiled at him, looking down at the floor as you heard the rest of the team make teasing noises. You slapped his arm playfully, feeling butterflies erupt in your stomach.

Before you could respond, Zak got everyone’s attention. “Guys, meeting in 5.” Your shoulders sagged slightly when you realised you had a long hour ahead of you, a few of the team stood up from their seats and you turned on your heel, looking at Daniel.

He tilted his head towards Micah, signalling he didn’t want to let him go. “I’ve got him, don’t worry.”

“You don’t have to.” You admitted, knowing Zak allowed Micah to be in the meeting room since he always got distracted with some of the toys that a few of your friends on the team had gifted him.

“I want to.” He replied, and you gave in, reaching over to cup Micah’s cheek. “Be good to him okay?” He nodded his head excitedly, understanding that he was staying with Daniel.

“Thank you.” You quietly spoke and the Aussie nodded his head, “anything for you.” You chuckled as he shot you a wink and ignored the effect it had on you, walking away into the meeting room.

Lando picked up on Daniel’s sentence and smiled to himself, taking his phone out of his pocket.

After everyone had disappeared into the meeting room, Daniel looked back at Micah to make sure he was okay and walked over to the other side to take a seat, opposite Lando who was engrossed in his phone screen.

Daniel looked up when he heard the Brit speak, “you could make it less obvious that you like her y’know.” The Aussie rolled his eyes, pushing Micah’s hair out of his eyes, admiring him since there was so much of you in him. “Where’s the fun in that?”

“You should tell her.” He pondered for a moment, letting the boy play with the ring on his index finger. “She’s too occupied with Micah to notice me.” He ignored the twinge of disappointment in his heart as he finished his sentence. Lando shook his head.

“Mate, are you blind? She likes you, everyone knows it. Why do you think we make daft noises every time you compliment her?”

Daniel remained quiet, he knew Lando was telling the truth but the thought of you liking him back was far from his head, it had been for a long time. Micah squirmed out of his grip and instead leaned his body weight on Daniel’s chest, indicating he wanted a hug.

The Aussie allowed the boy to wrap his small arms around his neck as he placed one hand on his back, rubbing it up and down. Micah got anxious when he couldn’t see you anywhere sometimes and it was times like those he just needed someone to hold him.

“I got you kiddo.” Daniel whispered, planting a kiss in Micah’s curls.

“You’re already like a dad to Micah, everyone knows it, Y/N does too. Why don’t you tell her how you feel?” Lando spoke quietly to not startle your son.

Daniel didn’t know what to say, so he nodded instead, getting up from the chair and walking out of the Technology Centre with Micah still hugging him. “Let’s go for a walk huh? I think we both need one.” The boy nodded his head, his curls tickling Daniel’s neck as he mumbled a small ‘okay’.

The meeting didn’t last as long as you thought it would and once you were finally out of the room, you looked around the main area, frowning when you couldn’t place Micah anywhere. “Lan, have you seen Micah?” Lando tilted his head slightly up, recalling where he’d last seen him.

“Yeah Daniel took him for a walk by the lake outside.” You thanked him, noticing the sun setting which meant you’d probably have to get going soon since you were still yet to feed Micah and check on his under there. You mentally thanked your past self for changing his nappy earlier though.

The automatic doors slid open as you looked around the front of the Centre, a smile on your lips when you spotted them not too far away, Daniel was pointing towards something in the distance and looking to Micah to see if he caught on too.

Micah noticed you first and he let out an excited squeal, Daniel noticing instantly after. You walked over to them, trying to ignore how beautiful both the F1 driver and your son looked underneath the setting sun, deep down you wished Daniel was yours and Micah’s was his just as much as he was yours too.

“You okay?” The Aussie nodded his head, handing Micah over to you since his arm was on the verge of death. You settled an arm underneath him, seeing his tired eyes made you chuckle. “Little man’s pretending like you put him through more than he probably put you through.” Daniel laughed, messing with Micah’s hair.

“Nah he’s been alright.” His eyes lingered into yours and neither of you seemed to break the eye contact, but you snapped out of it when Micah’s head dropped on to your shoulder, indicating he’d fallen asleep.

“Better get him home.” You said softly, and Daniel wordlessly agreed. You both slowly walked over to the entrance of the Technology Centre but stopped just before it. “I’ll get your stuff.” You opened your mouth to respond but Daniel was already walking in, and you just looked at him with a smile.

“Such a gentleman huh?” You whispered to a sleeping Micah, and turned away from the entrance, heading towards the car park. You held your son tighter towards you since the air was getting slightly chillier. You fished your car keys out of your blazer pocket and unlocked the vehicle, opening the back door.

You pulled away from Micah as you placed him in the baby seat, leaning over to fasten his seatbelts and gently shutting the door after. As if on cue, you saw Daniel approaching you with your bags as well as Micah’s, and you thanked him.

Opening the car boot, he carefully placed them in and you shut it with your hand. Daniel’s hands were in his pockets and you faced him with your body.

“I uh I wanted to say thank you. Not just for today but I guess for all the other times too, everything you do for Micah.. he trusts you. He needs someone like you in his life.”

Daniel smiled, fidgeting with the tissues in his pocket. “He’s a good kid, you’ve raised him well.” You appreciated the compliment, particularly since the last few years of your life had been some of the hardest, and you really don’t know where you would’ve been had the McLaren team not stepped in.

Just as you were about to leave, Daniel spoke again.

“I was wondering.. you’re free to say no obviously but I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner sometime.” The butterflies in your stomach erupted and you couldn’t help the wide grin on your face, feeling a wave of relief come over you.

“I-I’d love that.”

“Yeah?” Daniel’s eyebrows raised.

“Yeah.” You smiled, Daniel didn’t break your eye contact and instead took a step towards you. You didn’t move back which eased him.

“If you don’t, I will.” You joked, and Daniel pulled you into him, resting a hand on the side of your neck as he planted the softest kiss on your lips. Your eyes fluttered shut and as you rested a hand on the side of his face, he continued it, planting another then another.

You only pulled away from him to catch your breath as did he, he rested his forehead against yours. Daniel felt lighter as if the burden of not knowing what to do all these years finally erased itself.

“I want you and Micah in my future.” He whispered and you sighed contently, tilting your head sideways to plant a kiss on Daniel’s lips again.

“I want you in Micah’s and mine.” You echoed his words, and he planted a kiss on your forehead, wrapping his arms around you. You wrapped yours around his torso, burying your head in his chest.