#2133

Weather Vanes, My One And Lonely

rating: explicit

category: m/m

fandom: formula 1 rpf

ship: max verstappen/nyck de vries

summary:

He’s not Nyck de Vries: the racing driver here. He’s barely anyone at all. Across the water, a cow stares at him. Sometimes, he wishes his father had taught him how to take care of the farm animals. As a young boy, he’d get into the neighbours’ farm, hiding in the piles of straw, trying his best to befriend the stray cats, and even though he’d always fail, he didn’t mind. Winning and failure were abstract concepts. He floats in his daydreams for a while, like he usually does, when he’s startled by the sound of a bike bell. He jumps – he’s easily startled, though he could’ve expected the noise. He turns around. Max waves at him, beaming, holding a loaf of bread, fresh strawberries, and cheese in one hand.

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I definately didn't regret this one...

When this guy hit me up, I really couldn't leave it be. Not the guy on the pictures, though, although, in a way, he is.

I don't know, if he really realized, that my stories really hadn't been just phantasie, but if not, he didn't hesitate to lean into that 'phantasy' anyways.

After some amount of chatting, he even agreed to meet and prepare further advancements.

As I arrived at his place, I already packed quite a bit of preparations, potions, herbs and various utensils, starting the same evening with some basic preparations of him including some kind of tea and chanting. I'm pretty sure that he still thought it only was some weiredass shit about playing out our phantasies, although he was quite impressed, when the chanting arose quite the tingle while making him dizzy.

"Holy shit, your going all in, are you?"

I do. And so did he. The next steps included some basic preparation of his neighbour. So I sent him to place several items along places his neughbour frequently asked after we prepared along with our little tea-ritual.

Next I needed him to get further, have his neighbour injest certain herbs. So after a session of baking and tea-brewing he went over, pretending to share some goodies for all his neighbours. To be safe he insisted to prepare similar stuff to actually give to other neighbours.

Although he still acted like all of that was just a gme I was pretty sure, that he understood, what really was happening, wishing it was true, hiding his insecurities like that, wheter it was conciou or subconcious.

Either way, we soon would get kneedeep in further advancements as now it was time to get fully into action.

"This potion will make him go unconcious. From there on, there is no stepping back. Are you sure you can do that?"

His eyes looked at me in slight hesitation. But with a gulp, he nodded.

So the very same evening he went over, me waiting with some distance.

As his neighbour opened the door I could only assume how he offered the strange liquid to his neighbour. And with some reserve, his neighbour seemed to agree. Or at least don't refuse.

Unexpectedly, the neighbour invited him in! So it was for me to wait what felt like ages until the door finally opened again.

It was my acomplice, waving to get me inside. I could see the sucess of his efforts right away, as two feet pearced out from the room next to the hallway. There he was, laying infront of the kitchen counter, my acomplice standing besides him, looking at me with questioning eyes.

"Nice. So let's head on. Here, take this" I said, handibh him over a tiny bottle I prepared days ago. "Drink it"

He shot down the dark liquid in one go, contracting his face as it didn't taste exactly pleasent. Meanwhile I dragged his neighbour in the middle of the room, placing some little bags around him "just to be save"

After a while I looked up to my acomplice "How do you feel?"

"I..." he startef, searching for words, lifting his hand in confusion, unable to put it into words.

"Nice. It feels.. light, doesn't it?"

He nodded

"Try to touch his hand."

He startled and I could understand him very well. This was a big step. Things were getting real very fast and though upto now he could pretend for it to be nothing but a game, now the weight of acttion was undeniable.

After another look at his hands he slowly went down on his knees, stretching his arm towards the hsnd of his neighbour. But at the moment when he should have touched his skin, he sank right through it.

He twitched, turned his head to me with wide eyes. But I just nodded.

"Go on. Lay down on him as if you would wannd cover him. Everythings fine."

And so he did, placing his knee on top of his neighbours hips to get in place, sinking in with hardly and resistance. Then he placed his hands on both side of him, pushed himself up to get in a king of push-up pose, aranging his feet ontop of those of his neighbour, or rather, in the same spot as they were. With a last look at me and another encouraging nod he lowered his body, wiggled his frame as he would at that point start to feel the body of his neighbour, his outlines, shifting his arms over those other ones and finally lowering his head into that of his neigbour.

I just sat besides him, watched the process in aw before I grabbed a bigger pouch out of my bagpack, starting to chant as I opened it, focusing with closed eyes as I pulled some of the white powder out that it contained.

My chanting changed as I opened my eyes, starting to sprinkle the white powder over their merged bodies, feeling the energy of the process while the body of my acomplice slowly vanished into the shape of his neighbour, increasing the intensity of my chants, breathing heavily as I noticed the chest of the body infront of me moving more and more in synchrony,deeper, faster until I exhaled in exhaustion.

I sat there for quite the moment, gathering myself, lowering my hands to the ground until I lifted them again, bringing them onto the back of that slowly bearhing body.

"You ok?" I said quietly as I pushed him gently.

It took another moment before he startet to move, pushed himself up with some resistance to turn his head towards me.

"Did it work?" he gaqve out weakly.

I couldnt help but smile.

"See for yourself"

I helped him up, him, already starting to realize the strange sensation, going step by step up to a mirror in the hallway. For a brief moment he just stared at the reflection, unable to say a word. Then he looked at me.

"This is..." he managed to give out before he startled, hearing the voice of his neighbour coming out of his own throat, seeing his reflexion, his neighbour moving as he did, him, beeing this handsome guy he craved so long to try and be.

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