Phos-phorus - Nikolas

there's something to be said about the pipeline of blonde, extroverted, german f1 drivers falling in love with even more blonde, introverted, nordic f1 drivers.

I mean michael and mika? seb and kimi? nico and kevin? this needs to be studied.

Quick info for people actually reading my little yap sessions:

I’m a very… music connected person (Idrk how to call it)

Music means a lot to me and when I’m writing story I have certain songs or playlists for specific genres or pairing (or even stories) so if y’all are interested in getting an insight my Spotify is linked in my bio (as well as other socials of mine).

I would love to connect some more with you people and I hope y’all have a great day!!

Mentally preparing for writing a tragic love story about Niki and James atm (I’m listening to sailor song by Gigi Perez on repeat)

The final GPDA meeting was held in that helmet

When it comes to writing ff I always have to create a playlist for it first to be really able to put my head into the situation but if I’m just out and enjoying my day while I come up with the (in my eyes) best ff idea I’ll just write it down like a mindless scribble on a post-it and that shit looks like this:

Something changed him. Ofc people say it’s the fire. The hot inferno that cost him half of his face and almost his live but there was something else. Those blue eyes you could feel like needles in the back of your head whenever he was close, where colder, all traces of any human emotion, even if some people would argue that there weren’t any to begin with, seemingly gone and replaced with pure hate and rage.

A shudder ran down James’ spine as he watched him, those blue eyes piercing into him and making him feel more than uncomfortable. The stare caused a wave of physical sickness spread through his body.

He knew he fucked up and he tried to apologize at the hospital, only to be stared at and sent away. Hunt hasn’t heard him say a word since the beginning of that race on August 1st. It’s as if the man had gone mute. Tho he was already saying enough with his eyes, causing everyone to avoid him as if he had a shield or an aura that made everyone shit their pants if they’d got too close. Burning everyone who tries to come close.

He averted his gaze with a slight nod but he could still feel the rats eyes on him.

His stomach was almost betraying him in keeping his breakfast down as he silently regretted every choice he’d ever made in his live. His hands were trembling as he looked down at them, grabbing his helmet in an attempt to busy them and stop the shaking. James forced myself to stay rooted in place, though every instinct screamed at him to run.

Hunt doubted he’d get out of this race alive, not if those eyes would follow him.

English isn’t my first language and I think German grammar goes into this a bit too much so bear with me

These two are the prime examples of black cat & golden retriever duo ✨️✨️

Hehe

About them individually:

F1 memes 🖤Haasbands/Hulknussen♥️ edition

max verstappen (community service) 🤝 kevin magnussen (race ban)

charles leclerc (saying fia has other things to prioritize and swearing on radio first chance he got) 🤝 nico hulkenberg (saying kevin's race ban wasn't justified)

lestappen 🤝 haasbands: having a common enemy (the fia)

Soft Launt ficlet while I try to bring myself to continue the multi chapter fic about them that's been sitting in my drafts.

Hope y'all enjoy it!

Niki sat on the edge of the bed, half-dressed, methodically buttoning his shirt. His eyes, though, had long abandoned the task at hand. Across the room, James stood by the window, the golden morning light spilling over his bare chest, casting his lean figure in a warm glow. He was staring out at the street, casually sipping from a mug, his hair a wild, blonde mess that somehow made him look effortlessly perfect.

Lauda’s gaze lingered, tracing the curve of James’s broad shoulders, the easy way he stood—completely relaxed, utterly himself. It never ceased to amaze him how James could make chaos seem beautiful. Niki, with all his precision and need for control, felt a pang of admiration. There was something freeing about James’ carelessness, something magnetic in the way he lived entirely in the moment.

The thought made Niki smile, just the slightest tug of his lips as he watched. James was a force of nature, reckless and wild, and yet—somehow—he was also Niki’s. It was a truth that still felt surreal, even after all this time.

Lost in thought, Niki didn’t realize how long he’d been staring until James turned from the window, catching him in the act. A slow, mischievous grin spread across Hunt’s face, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

"See something you like, Niki?“ James teased, his voice low and playful as he set the mug down. He took a few steps toward Niki, his grin widening as he caught the faint hint of embarrassment crossing Niki’s expression.

Niki, never one to be easily flustered, cleared his throat and looked away, focusing back on his shirt as if it suddenly demanded his full attention. "You should get dressed. We’re going to be late," he muttered, his voice gruff, though the edge was softened by the warmth he couldn’t quite hide.

James, of course, didn’t let it go. He crossed the room in a few strides, standing in front of Niki, shirtless and unapologetically amused. "Oh, come on," he said, his tone light and teasing. "You were staring at me. Don’t deny it."

Niki shot him a look, his brow furrowed, but there was a flicker of affection in his eyes. "You’re impossible," he muttered, though the corners of his mouth betrayed him with the faintest hint of a smile.

James chuckled and leaned down, his fingers brushing against Niki’s jaw, tilting his chin up ever so slightly. "I like it when you look at me like that," he said softly, the playful edge fading into something more genuine.

Niki didn’t pull away. He couldn’t, not when James was this close, his presence so magnetic. He swallowed, trying to maintain his usual composure, but it was hard when James had that look in his eyes—the one that told Niki he was seen, truly seen, for everything he was.

"James…" Niki began, but before he could say anything else, James bent down and kissed him, softly at first, then deeper, his hand gently resting against Niki’s neck. It wasn’t hurried or heated, just... loving, the kind of kiss that melted the tension in Niki’s chest and made him forget whatever argument he’d been preparing.

When James finally pulled back, he grinned, his forehead resting against Niki’s. "You’re staring again," he whispered.

Niki let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. "Maybe I am," he admitted, his voice quieter now, more relaxed. "But it’s your fault."

James pressed another quick kiss to his lips, his grin returning. "I’ll gladly take the blame for that."