1. Only F1 RPF / Football RPF

I actually write a fic , but idk what type of student would be Eric Garcia:

"It's you , Despite everything, it's still you. "

Words: around 1k

Inspired by this amazing fanart by @padiduys :

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"IT'S YOU "

Mark gently brushed Fernando's cheek, his loving gaze shimmering in his eyes. The Spaniard took no notice, talking to Kimi about the upcoming race, his eyes full of challenge and his proud smile. He was a competitor, one of those rarely seen, those who live for glory, victory and, in his case, speed. It's all about speed, and always will be. And under these conditions, one wondered how a love affair could be created. But Fernando wasn't just a competitor, he wasn't just greedy, he was greedy too, and that was another sin, but don't hold that against him, he's human after all. In his greed, he had kept deep down his love for his friends, his family and Mark...

He cherished them and didn't want anyone to take them away from him, his sweet words in Spanish, his discreet caresses, his secret and often unexpected kisses, his freshly bought flowers from the local florist, his lame jokes, his charming smile. He dedicates them all to one person, whom he likes to call "Mine". Mark, too, appreciates this attention, moving in it, flanning like the sun, with the certainty that their love will fight anything.

Their love so sweet, their love so strong, their love so secret. Because, as Fernando had said a few lines earlier, he was greedy, and his greed manifested itself in his need for secrecy, for "their things", for lies.

After all, perfect love means discreet love.

" DESPITE EVERYTHING "

I'm not going to Ferrari," says Mark.

And his words destroyed everything. Absolutely everything, a chaos of screams, insults, annoyance, everything but crying. Because why cry over so little? He was just a colleague, after all, just a colleague....

Yet this sentence had been like a bomb, said in public, the atmosphere previously ecstatic, the moment now as if frozen by this sudden coldness.

Mark knew what he was getting into when he said this, because it wasn't Ferrari's refusal that had led to the dispute, it was the confirmation that next year, he would be retiring. That the words were heard by all only added fuel to the fire, for even if Fernando's greed was proven, Mark's was far greater. So when he destroyed the open secret, everything went with it.

Fernando had done his best to get him to stay, trying to convince him to change teams, to finally leave Red Bull, which no longer respected him. But he was tired, terribly tired, but his love for Fernando is intact. For, despite the fact that he was leaving, he had hoped to stay with him, to share his days and nights, and so had Fernando, but the separation was too strong, and sooner or later one of them would have cracked.

So it was on one of their dates that Mark accepted his sentence, knowing the consequences but unable to accept them. But if it wasn't him who put an end to it, it would have been Fernando, and that would have been far more heartbreaking and destructive. For Fernando loves passionately, a flame seemingly burning in his heart, fueling his will, his hope and his love. And Mark had plunged into it, unafraid of getting burned, but perhaps he should have, for now he could only see himself as a charred corpse.

So....

He said the word.

"It's over"

He bitterly regretted the second he said them, then knew he couldn't go back when Fernando cried in front of him. He'd never made him cry before, not from joy, not from sadness. He'd hoped the Spaniard's tears would flow when he proposed, the mark of his ring box still visible on his faded jeans. But he'd dreamed too much.

And when he'd left the restaurant, he too had felt drops on his cheeks, his vision blurred, but he hadn't noticed them. Probably too absorbed by the sadness he'd caused the man he loved, and would love forever, to feel.

" IT'S STILL YOU "

Seeing Fernando in a green outfit was confusing for him, as he was far too used to Ferrari's reds and Renault's bright blues. Yet this color suited him like a glove, as did all the others if you asked him, but I doubt you'd be interested in hearing a middle-aged man's monologues about his husband.

His beard was grayer than the last time they'd shared a podium, wrinkles adding to his face as age crept into both their lives.

It had made them mature, Mark hoped, they had seen each other again, after a long time, but they had still managed this small step after years of radio silence.

Their first conversations had been tinged with nostalgia, remorse, sometimes resentment, a strange taste of bitterness sticking to both men's palates. Yet Mark had recognized one thing he'd forgotten after their break-up, and that was gentleness.

The gentleness in Fernando's voice when he spoke of them, his smile, his touch, shorter than before but as comforting as ever. He'd created a portrait of the fearless, fearless Spaniard, but he'd completely overlooked a part of the Spaniard's personality.

His concern for his loved ones, his love of animals, his desire to advance the next generation, his muted anger, always more impactful than shouting.

All this less flamboyant side of the Spaniard had been forgotten after so many years. But it was this one that made him fall in love again, even more strongly than the first, because it was still him and had always been him.

And maybe now the ring on Fernando's hand would be the talk of the town, maybe this time the secret would be less guarded, maybe this time Mark wouldn't be able to deny it.

But it's about time, discretion has a limit and for Mark it stops at affection. For he has no intention of stopping dating Fernando for any reason as stupid as fear.

Fear of other people's gaze, fear of a distant and unpredictable future. Because he knew he had Fernando Alonso by his side, always by his side despite the passage of time.

Because it's him , despite everything, it's still him.

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I hope you enjoyed it! Credit goes to @padiduys for his incredible fanart, I think my idea was pretty far from the fanart, but Fernando's smile was just too tender for me not to write about it.

Miffy X Max Verstappen :

Another version :

Inspired by this little image and my F1-addicted mind ( also @sillystappen and giov ( Idk her username 😭 ) )

I've become literally obsessed by this amazing edit

The red means I love you. Tasting your blood means I love you.

" Dépaysement "

Ships : Lance stroll / Esteban , background: Webbonso

Chapter : 1/?

Tags : emotional hurt/comfort , slow burn , Not traditional ABO

Word : 3.3 k

Summary:

Dépaysement : French word to describe the emotion felt when changing habits or environments. It often refers to the feelings associated with immersion in an unfamiliar environment, different from the original one.

"However, there was still one problem in Lance's life, a problem as annoying as it was addictive, always at Lance's side and terribly vital to the Canadian's routine. This problem came in the form of a person, a driver to be precise.

Esteban ocon"

I started a One-shot , but I'm pretty lazy , so there is what I write until now ( I just want to share more Gadri content ) :

Is he good enough?

He knows he's not a bad player or even an irritating team-mate, let alone a selfish companion. But faced with Pedri, all these assertions and certainties seemed to melt like snow in the sun. The older man was, for the Sevillian, the most perfect thing God could have created, and he's not even a believer. But when he stared a little too intently at the black man, he detected a little divine something, perhaps it was in his brown eyes, or even his three-day beard. On a less physical note, the Tenerife native's voice enchanted him, as much as his laugh or his pout. And he hasn't even mentioned his game yet. His passing, his dribbling, his shooting, everything was both precise and instinctive, creating a magic he had rarely seen in the sport he loved so much.

He trained with him almost every day and yet he still couldn't understand how Pedri did it. Everything about him exuded talent, this reading of the game could not after all come otherwise, a divine gift given only to the most deserving. And Gavi could attest to this, the two players sharing their long and gruelling training sessions, he could see the sweat beading, the tension building and the fatigue accumulating on his team-mate's face. Yet the man had something more, a flame that seemed to glow, a singular attitude that allowed him to do things Gavi could only imagine in his wildest dreams. And against this magic, the Sevillian knew he was no match.

It was a simple and unequivocal observation. Despite all Gavi's willpower and hard work, he would never reach the level of his elder.

That was one immutable certainty.

And the midfielder didn't need to accept it, it was obvious, a statement that matches had made unshakeable. He never complained about it, never even thought about it, after all there was nothing to complain about. This constant feeling of inferiority wasn't even bad in itself, Pedri was a generational talent, Gavi was a good player. A simple but important distinction. His dedication to the club wouldn't change a thing. Nor would his dedication to Pedri.

And perhaps therein lies the problem.

Gavi never felt inferior to Pedri, at least not in the most pessimistic view, they both contributed to the club, complemented each other, harmonised. His evil was more subtle but deeper. He wasn't good enough for Pedri. Not for the club. He knew that his loyalty to Barça was rewarded, that his play was appreciated, and that the fans adored him. But that didn't matter, a mere grit of sand in the desert that was Gavi's ego and confidence. What mattered was Pedri. How his team-mate spoke to him, looked at him, complimented him or even touched him.

All this attention Gavi was overflowing with, revelling in it, while at the same time dreading it. For Pedri was like the tide, it came and went, the Sevillian being only a poor believer who hoped that it would never go out again. But the sea was indomitable and if it didn't want you, it would spit you back towards its deadly rocks, leaving you to be torn apart by the threat you were enjoying earlier. Fortunately, the youngest had not yet experienced this. In fact, he was in the opposite situation. Actively drowning in the love and appreciation of the older man. He hoped to sink a little further every day, perhaps allowing himself to die, happy to be surrounded by everything that distracted him from his shattered ego. But he still had a lifejacket to pull him relentlessly back to the surface, a last glimmer of sanity to keep him from falling into that sweet ocean of attention.

And that reason was a simple fact:

Gavi wasn't going out with Pedri.

But the Sevillian intended to do something about it, despite his flagrant lack of qualities:

1 - He can't cook.

Squatting in Pedri's kitchen every week in the hope of scrounging up a few treats, he'd end up with a recipe he knew was impossible for him, and a ration of his favourite dishes that would be enough for a whole battalion.

2 - He can't drive.

The only time he was allowed to drive was under the supervision of one of his team-mates, despite the fact that he has a driving licence. The Tenerife native often took on this role, letting him have access to his car on clasico days, to, and I quote, "give myself an adrenaline shot by experiencing a near-death experience".

3 - He holds a grudge.

He's already almost fought with the older player over pranks that were months or even years ago. He didn't even do it to amuse the gallery, Gavi's memory causing him to have flashes of memory at the worst possible moment (he once remembered a particularly teasing expression from Pedri during a funeral).

4 - He's possessive.

He knows that some people like this trait in their partner, but it certainly wasn't the case for Pedri. What's more, Gavi had a deep attachment to innocuous objects. For example, he loved his shoelaces and hated having to wash them, even though they reeked of mud. The same went for a simple bracelet that he had refused to give away with his youngest cousins, who were barely 5 years old (sorry, but Pedri gave it to him, no one else had the right to this treasure).

That's it !

I hope I'm gonna finish this One-Shot , I like my " intro "

phone case for the CHARLOS FEST 2025 !! :

( I thought my phone was going to die because of the layers on Canva😓)

Anyways !

HAPPY CHARLOS FEST !!

MES QUE UN CLUB

I'm testing the magazine format ( maybe make some new pages ?👀 ), of course it's feric.....

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. Despite the poor quality (I had to compress it from 25 MB to 11 MB 🥲)

Not driver Au ! :

Lance as head of Aston Martin F1 subsidiary ( because he's still a F1 fan )

Esteban engineer Au !

I HOPE SOMEONE GET IT TOO !!!!

( I can yap it about until the end of the days )

Original picture :

For all RBR's haters !