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I have a feeling this is definitely going to happen.
which two drivers would accidentally get married to each other in Vegas and why is it yuki and pierre
This literally makes my heart so happy!!! 😭😭
PIERRE GASLY and YUKI TSUNODA at the 2023 Bahrain Grand Prix
Teamgasly raffle a giveaway to followers:
Automatically Pierre: yukitsunoda0511
Why don't you give it to him yourself, Pierre? 🙃😆
Como Yuki iria adivinhar que postar uma simples foto dele e de Pierre usando terno em um barco faria com que os seus conhecidos pensassem que eles estavam noivos? Porém, o pior de tudo não era o crush que Yuki tinha por Pierre, e sim o fato de que os dois nem sequer namoravam até então.
REQUEST ARE OPEN :
1. Only F1 RPF / Football RPF
2. Only Driver X Driver / Footballer X Footballer ( ❌ X OC or X reader )
3. Not smut / nsfw ( okay for some innuendo but nothing explicit )
4. I write about specific ships , if your ship is not here so I don't write it ( they can be a Background ships ) :
✓✓ : it's a ship I KNOW
✓ : it's a ship I know we'll
~ : it's a ship where i'm not sure to write well
• : It's a ship where I don't read a lot of fic
| : Only in a platonic way
-- F1--
- Maxiel ( ✓)
- Brocedes (~)
- Yukierre (✓)
- Lesteban (✓)
- Webbonso(✓✓)
- Landoscar (~)
- Charlos (✓)
- Hulknussen (~)
- Galex ( ~ )
- Simi(•)
- Versainz ( | )
- CarCar ( | )
--Football--
- Gadri ( ✓)
- Eric Garcia/ Ferran ( ~ )
- Cubayamal ( ✓ )
- Cressi ( ~ )
- Serard ( ✓✓ )
- Jude / Mbappé ( ✓ )
- Bravertz ( ~ )
5. I'm okay with any type of trope except those who are illegal/immoral ( Mafia Au ✓ / Brother-in-law or Step-brother ❌ )
6. I give myself the right to refuse requests
(I'll often give an explanation but I won't force myself to do it if I don't see the point)
7. I only write in the third person , I don't care if it's a pov omniscient, internal or external ( like you want )
8. I can write in English or in French
That's it !
You can ask me in " Writing request/ ask "
Bye ! 👋
Because I almost screamed when I saw the news, you'd feel my despair :
He get jealous of euthanized dogs.
Word : around 500
Inspired by @allphatauri and his amazing fanart :
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Yuki took the news calmly, knowing deep down that he would not be chosen once again. Liam had never played a full season, nor beaten Yuki in the qualifying rounds, let alone reached his level. But the cycle repeated itself tirelessly, and despite all his huffing and puffing, crying and bleeding, the seat seemed so far away. Maybe it wasn't worth it, he knew what was waiting for him, just a second seat that would never trouble Verstappen. He'd seen it with Ricciardo and Pierre, completely decimated by the Dutchman, he didn't think he was up to his level. But nonetheless, the observation was the same:
He get jealous of the euthanized dogs.
How was this his fault? He'd been promised this seat since his arrival, he could die in it if he had to, the driver who took it having to force the steering wheel off Yuki's lifeless body. Christian knew, Helmut knew, everyone knew. Alpha Tauri had never really been his home, he'd performed for one purpose and one purpose only, that damned Red Bull seat. But in doing so, he had created his own gilded cage, become indispensable to the team, and needed to find a replacement if he was to finally have the chance to achieve his goal. But that wasn't up to him, as the phrase kept repeating in his head:
He get jealous of euthanized dogs.
He was still full of life, or so he hoped, he could still chase that batton he was told to catch. But in the back of his mind, he hoped he'd finally be able to rest, euthanasia was a rest like any other after all, it had the particularity of being eternal, that's all. He could already feel himself shuddering at the sting, his last ounce of life extinguished when he hadn't even been able to achieve a victory. But at least the deathbed he'd find himself on would be comfortable, bloody red, pinching yellow and deep black, as if to taunt the next puppy waiting his turn to die painlessly. But he wasn't there yet, the same blue-and-white blanket enveloping him as he watched his pairs join the destructive machine one by one under the bull's banner. His eyes attentive to every process, the desire to join him as soon as possible, but always with the same taste in his mouth:
He get jealous of euthanized dogs.
He knew one of them intimately, and Pierre made him believe he'd escaped the sweet breath of death. He didn't last long, his lifeless body quickly returning to the soft, warm blanket he'd once abandoned. Despite his ardor and eagerness to conquer all, there were times, in the dark Italian nights, when the scar of an injection adorned his shoulder, a constant reminder of who he was. Yuki had never dared touch her, even when the two of them were wearing their simplest clothes after a wild night out. The Frenchman never spoke of it, his eyes always gazing at Yuki with tenderness, knowing that he had yet to taste his slow, sinuous destruction by a team that would suck his talent down to the marrow, discarding him after his body had run out of energy, with only a swift, gentle and painless death to save him. Yet Yuki continued to huddle against his right flank, where he wore his death like an ornament, the Japanese man's eyes always pointed towards the mark he wanted to wear one day. After all:
He get jealous of euthanized dogs.
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I hope Yuki gonna have his seat in RB a day , but now I need to scream or cry , or both.
My early Christmas gift 🎁 :
CHRISTMAS LETTER
Ship : Yukierre ( Yuki X Pierre ) and Charlos ( Charles X Carlos ) in background
Tag : Fluff
Word : around 2000 words
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Yuki scanned the 'thing' in front of him with fear and curiosity. There were no other words to describe what looked like a pile of biscuits straight out of a Ketamine workshop. The smell of burning made the Japanese man cough as he opened the windows, sending a quick apology to his neighbours who would have to smell this filth on New Year's Eve.
Now it was time to look for the culprit of this culinary crime, so he chose not to throw the biscuits away despite the nauseating smell, and went to investigate. The first thing he found was Charles gazing lovingly at his partner, Carlos, dancing to the applause and laughter of the other guests. The Monegasque wasn't the most skilful with a whip or a knife, but he knew how to manage a minimum, he wasn't at his boyfriend's level, but as the days and months went by, his level had increased significantly.
Nevertheless, Charles had never tried his hand at pastry-making, and where Carlos excelled, Charles excelled, golf being a perfect example of that. The Spaniard could pride himself on having made some magnificent swings, while his companion struggled to hit the ball, dropping it three quarters of the time into the water, which made him wonder whether he should become a diver instead of a pilot. So the question arose, and Yuki was definitely not known for his tact.
"Charles? Did you bring us biscuits? It's nice, but it was definitely not necessary. Asked Yuki, pointing to the experiment that boasts the name of edible food.
- Oh, that! It was already here when Carlos and I came, we hesitated to throw it out but we kept it here because of the note next to it.
Yuki frowned at the Francophone's explanation, there had been no words when he'd seen the pile of 'defective' biscuits, perhaps he hadn't been paying enough attention? Or looked carefully enough? He thanked the older man for his answer and went to check the kitchen again, looking for the overcooked biscuits.
After having to greet at least five people to get to his favourite room in the house, he was surprised to discover that the pile had disappeared! He would have said good riddance, but with it, the paper that had intrigued him had also magically evaporated.
So he resumed his little investigation, this time in search of the mysterious thief or gourmet, although he doubted it very much, who had stolen a note that was surely intended for him. After all, everyone knew that the kitchen was Yuki's territory, and those who had forgotten must have remembered to their cost. Daniel sometimes stroked his head, remembering the blows he'd received from the Japanese when he'd let his greed do the talking on New Year's Eve last year. It had amused the crowd, but it had also made it clear that if anyone entered this sacred place without the Asian's permission, they would receive his wrath or worse.
The only one who was guaranteed never to receive any physical punishment was Pierre, the Frenchman who enjoyed immunity thanks to his status as, and I quote: "Boyfriend of the paddock's favourite gremlin". This made more than one person smile, especially Pierre who enjoyed his privilege as he saw fit, having fun annoying the Asian while he was cooking, distracting him either by showing him videos while he had to watch the dough, or by incorporating new ingredients himself. Luckily Yuki was a real chef, the Asian redoubling his ingenuity to hide his partner's blunders, often making his dishes even more succulent. Definitely, the duo worked like clockwork.
Well, not necessarily, or at least not any more, given the Frenchman's smile of both laughter and regret as he ventured into his partner's realm. His eyes averted, he placed the object of the Asian's covetousness in front of him, embarrassment showing on his face. In the end, Yuki didn't need to make any enquiries, the source came to him, perhaps he had such a force of attraction that problems were solved as soon as he knew they existed. He'd talk to Lance about it, I'm sure he'd understand.
"So? Did you make his biscuits? he asked, looking frankly unconvinced by his boyfriend's cooking skills.
- It was supposed to be a surprise, but Esteban's just tasted them, and he's throwing up in the toilet right now. So I thought I'd take them out quickly before you discover them. Explained the Frenchman with a slightly proud smile. Definitely, anything that could make the life of his French colleague more miserable was beneficial to him.
- Don't try to cook on your own again! You're wasting ingredients for nothing. exclaimed Yuki, Pierre's face breaking down at his boyfriend's remark.
- Come on Yuki! I wanted to please you! I even wrote you a little note! Pierre defended himself, taking the Japanese man in his arms and quickly stealing a kiss. Yuki let out a quick insult in his native tongue and his cheeks flushed at the chestnut's amorous gesture.
The Japanese man, finally overcome by his partner's murmurs of love, took the pretty decorated Christmas card from the older man's hands. The many drawings on it surprised him as he opened it, seeing his initials and Pierre's, his name in Japanese and a whole bunch of other terribly useless but endearing scribbles, which framed his boyfriend's message.
"Dear Yuki,
It's been 3 years since we celebrated our Christmas together, I would have told you that it's only the food that has embellished these moments with you, but you surely know that there are many other things.
Here's a non-exhaustive list:
• Your little mumbles in Japanese when you're angry or thinking
• Your habit of talking while you sleep (you've already confessed to me 4 times like that)
•Your cheeks that turn red as soon as it's less than 5 degrees.
•Your addiction to fry chicken
• Your Christmas jumpers that are too big (I've bought you a new one, by the way, look on our bed)
•Decorating the tree is becoming a competition with you
•Your long phone calls with your family, while you cry because you can't see your nieces (there's something waiting for you there with the jumper)
•Your fear of Father Christmas (it's just because he's bigger than you, admit it)
•Your collection of collector's snowballs.
And many more, but I don't have the space to write them all down.
Every holiday I spend with you makes me want to celebrate Christmas every day, just to see your excitement over the presents and the look of pride on your face when you see someone enjoying yours.
I hope we can all celebrate together.
Pierre, your beloved boyfriend
To my favourite elf."
Yuki felt tears fall down her cheeks, her vision blurring as a result. His boyfriend was sometimes stupid, even very stupid, but he loved him and it was during these moments that he remembered him the most.
"Me too.... He whispered as he leaned his head against the chest of the man he liked to call his soul mate, he'd never tell him, it would give him too much of a headache.
The Frenchman's heart quickened at his boyfriend's words, he hadn't expected him to cry, Pierre wasn't the best at comforting. But his arms would always be there to support him, whether in moments of joy or sadness, after all it was his duty as his boyfriend. And he would never fail in this task. Because Yuki deserved it, he deserved this tenderness and this love, and the Japanese man had to realise this sooner or later, because the Frenchman would remind him of it for the rest of his life.
- Is that all? I expected more, given everything I've written. Pierre commented with an amused smile, a lack felt deep inside him as he felt the youngest leave his arms.
- I've already complimented your shopping list enough! replied Yuki, trying to sound annoyed, the tears in the corner of his eyes making him lose all credibility.
Pierre laughed at his words, his hand taking the younger man's, leading them towards their bedroom where a gift wrapped on their bed was waiting, the Frenchman's apprehension growing as he saw Yuki quickly tear open the gift packet, his eyes lit up with curiosity.
These were soon extinguished by the tasteless garment in front of him. A picture of a shrinking man with the phrase "I love my PETIT-ami* " and the usual Christmas motifs in the background. He changed his jumper, however, putting on the new one, which was once again too big for him. He was sure that Pierre was now deliberately bringing back one size larger, but he was giving him the benefit of the doubt, after all he had taken the time to write him a letter.
While he was putting on his top, he saw some plane tickets at the bottom of the gift packet. Pierre had prepared a trip for them? But there were far too many, the date on the tickets had expired, and the destination was Italy. And just as he was about to question his boyfriend, the latter covered his eyes with his hands, whispering to him to turn round and wait a few seconds. Yuki hesitated to bite him, Pierre deserved to be bitten for the jumper, and was about to do so when Pierre took his hands away from his eyes, letting him see several people in front of him shouting "Suprise! ".
His vision finally clear, he recognised his niece running into his arms, her expression shocked as he turned towards Pierre who was smiling lovingly at him. The amazement in his eyes as he heard his family talking to him.
"It's not thanks to me, it's thanks to them. Pierre whispered, pointing to his nieces as he left to let Yuki enjoy her time with her family.
- Your Prince Charming took us on a tour of Italy! exclaimed the youngest.
- How did he do that?
He'd often complained to Pierre about not being able to see his nieces because of the time difference, or even the shopping schedules that never coincided with their school holidays.
- He called Mum on 3 November to talk about our trip. It took a while, but we managed! explained the taller of the two.
Yuki had felt hurt when Pierre hadn't wanted to spend the night with him after the victory, but that was to prepare his Christmas surprise.
The hours passed like that, his family and friends mingling under the mistletoe, the smell of gingerbread and the fir tree towering above them. Finally came the time to say goodbye, his close friends returning home while some of his family stayed in the many guest rooms.
And as he cradled his youngest niece, he spotted Pierre admiring them from the corner of the door. He finally finished his story over the snores of the youngest, and joined the one he could now call 'mine'.
The two whispered a sweet phrase to each other, close to falling into Orpheus's arms.
"Joyeux Noël Yuki"
" メリークリスマス Pierre"
End.
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* Petit-ami = boyfriend in french and literally " Little friend ".
* Joyeux Noël = Merry Christmas, same for Yuki.
I'm reluctant to write another little one-shot like this, I had to do it for the Yukierre because I love this ship and it doesn't get enough attention. I hope you enjoyed it.
Hello is their song. 😭😭😭
(edit: redrew Pierre’s nose)😅
FP3 results made my day. Cant seem to separate Yuki with his two french buddies. 🥹
Yuki feeding his two favourite french boys.
Gonna be so real, I don’t even dislike anyone on the grid. The more drivers you like the more gay fanfiction you can consume.
formally requesting a yukierre podium after their crash. they deserve it. they need it. a marriage needs to be saved.
when you're so overwhelmingly tired you plan an entire fanfic cuz you have such a specific interpretation that you need to see in writing otherwise you might explode
IDK. Yuki stealing Pierre’s hoodie 
