blossomed.

hi there ! i'm nienna, french but never felt like it.

Besides F1 I'm a huge!! Fan of Star Wars, I'm a Jedi at heart and of Lotr/Tolkien's work. I'm also a proud hufflepuff. I'm addicted to tea, dark chocolate, chai latte and video games (no fps). I adore cats and pretty cars but don't have my driving licence (yet!).

I'm an artist, since forever I'd say. I've always wanted to draw flowers and women figures and I'm following that path and that is one thing that makes me happy.

I have studied graphic design for 3 years prior the pandemic and quitted because it didn't fit me. I wanted to be an illustrator so I reconnected with my primary passion in life which is drawing and painting. if you're curious here's where you can find my art !

I'm currently re-orienting to become a tattoo artist. I'm very excited of following this new direction that I've been avoiding for so (too) many years.

I'm also what I'd call a baby (slow) writer. I started to write thanks to a very dear friend of mine about a year ago. Here's my mainblog masterlist. I'm looking forward to write some F1 stories too and I'm already excited for the (too many) drafts I have.

I've been following F1 since 4 years now, DTS, and my sister too, got me back into it. I used to have happy memories in front of tv with my grandma on sundays. She wouldn't miss Schumacher driving.

I'm on healing journey with my mental health due to cptsd and burn out, and F1 has helped me a lot along the way. Lando particuarly. No need to tell how much he means to me. I've recently been diagnosed with adhd and it was a relief breath to finally know. Lando's statements about mental health are a catalizer of motivation for me, to fight to feel happy again, to find joy and enjoy life ♡

Lastly English is not!! my first language. So I apologize in advance for any grammar, syntax, vocabulary or phrasing mistakes ! I consider having a pretty good fluent level, but yeah I'm not a native english speaker so please be nice to me ! ♡

love, nienna

“There isn't. You're the best.” Lando replies, firm. But tender. Sincere. You bite your lips, and you don't really know why you say it, but you say it : “Best.. Friend ?” You don't look at him first, but you don't hear him reply either. Instead, Lando turns to you, and you can't process what happens in your body next. He steps closer, and kisses your cheek tenderly, before his thumb brushes where his lips pressed. You don't say a thing, neither does he. But you see his eyes, darting from your eyes to your lips. "You're just the best." He whispers. And you get lost in his eyes. You suddenly catch yourself wanting to kiss him, with hunger, yet softly.. Because you could only want to be soft around him. That's all he's ever made you feel. His eyes are stuck on you. "We should go back." He says, voice low. But his eyes are not leaving you. He's staring at you, and your heart almost throws out of your chest as you feel his warm breath on your lips, as his nose grazes yours, and his forehead close to rest on yours. "Yeah, we should." You whisper, painfully trying not to bite the inner of your lip too hard. But it was like gravity. Something unmeasurable, uncontrollable. His legs brush against yours, his chest rising and falling, yours as well. "Lando.." Your breath catch when you feel his fingers lacing with yours.

for Max ;

Undeniable - excerpt (no-beta read)

"I thought we were good, that we were racing respectfully." You say, struggling to hold his look as he's slowly stepping toward you. "Why do you hate me ?" You ask, almost in a whisper. "I don't hate you." You look into his eyes, and you see it's true. Your throat tighens. What could this mean, for your careers, for your respective teams. You know you can't afford to be distracted at the stage of the competition. "I mean I would understand if you do. We're rivals, we're not supposed to like each other I know.. But.." "I couldn't." He says, voice low, soft, caring. "I could never hate you." Your eyes blink and your heart almost seizes as you see him close the distance between you. He walks slowly, yet pushed by something. Like he was attracted and he could do nothing about it. His lips catch yours the second after, his hands cup your face, his fingers brushing softly your cheeks, barely touching your skin like if he did you could vanish the next second.

Storm in the heart - excerpt (no beta-read)

It's raining on the tarmac. You've landed in London, definitely. Max sees you frozen, seized by the winds, hooded and arms crossed against your chest, trying to keep the very last bits of warmth your body got. You were among the last people of the crowd to get in through the arrival doors when you felt his arm behind your back, gently pulling you against him. And it's like there's a force pulling you to him, unable to resist. You end up against him, wrapped in his arms, hesitantly, slowly bringing yours around his neck.

"You're freezing." He whispers against your hood. "You okay ?"

You could just nod at this point.

"Come, you'll catch something nasty." He grabs your wrist at first, gently, questioning. And then his hand descended to your hand, lacing his fingers with yours.

"Max.. Wh.. Where're we going ?"

He basically traced and walked the two of you until his car, fo the other side of the airport. He grabbed your bags ans stuffed them in the car.

"Max.."

"I'm driving you home."

Hope you liked it !!