#huwd

Ah, my unwritten magnum opus. This is nothing more than a loose collection of themes and quotes and a vaguely plotted story and a playlist and maybe…1000 words of prose, but I wanted to explore repression and queerness in the circles that these two orbit in. It’s not that rich people aren’t queer, it’s that the weight of the expectations upon them push them heavily towards heteronormativity. So what do you do when you fall in love against all odds? What choices do you make or not make?

This was originally a future fic, taking place in the years post-F1 but I cannibalised it and recombined it with another fic idea of mine (Hurry Up, We’re Dreaming—which may still become the title!) and it takes place over the course of Tuesday morning-Tuesday morning centred over the 2024 Monaco GP Weekend, with certain artistic liberties of course…it’s the most personal thing I’ve ever plotted and written, because not only was I in Monaco for that weekend so a lot of the places the action happens actually exist, but some ruminations on queerness and expectations genuinely feel like reading my diary, the life of a writer I guess.

I don’t really want to include any prose or give too much away because I want to write the entire thing before leaking snippets, but here are the two quotes at the top of my google doc, and I can exclusively reveal that the main theme song of the fic is Teen Angst by M83.