@Canucks: Hughes X 2️⃣

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Victory of the Heart | Fernando Alonso

Fandom: Formula one Warning: Nothing, 1800 words Pairing: Fernando Alonso x female!reader Summary: Instead of Esteban winning in Hungary, it is you and Fernando helps you secure your first victory

A/N: A Fernando fanfic for all my Fernando fans out there. And a special thank you to @xxidontwikeitxx for requesting me doing a Fernando fanfic! Enjoy 💖

This weekend you were racing in Hungary and you felt like this weekend would finally be the one where you get on the podium. That had been your dream ever since you started racing in Formula one. You were racing for Alpine and your teammate was the legendary Fernando Alonso. He has helped you a lot with your racing and with your pre-race mentality. In the beginning you of your career, would get so nervous just before the start, but he had given you some helpful advice, that actually has helped you perform better.

And today was the day when you would get on that podium for the first time, you could feel it. That dream can sometimes feel distant with Red Bull and Mercedes in the top for every race and Alpine has had a rocky season with highs and lows. Including you.

You were preparing for the race, jumping up and down to calm down your nerves and to get your body ready. You felt two hands on your shoulders, making you stop what you were doing.

“You ready for today?” Alonso asked and gave your shoulders a quick massage.

You smiled. “Yes, I feel like today is the day.”

“Like you always do, but it’s good that you believe in yourself.” Alonso said and let go of your shoulders. You missed the warmth from his hands, but quickly ignored that thought. You needed to focus and not be distracted by your teammate.

Not now, you thought. Not today.

You looked over your shoulder and saw Alonso talk to some of the mechanics. His dark hair was messy from removing the balaclava and his intense eyes were so focused on the conversation. You sighed to yourself. Why did you have to fall for him?

But now it was time for the race, both you and Alonso jumped into the cars that were placed in your respective positions, 8 and 9. Then it was time for the formation lap and for the race to begin.

The start of the race was absolute chaos, but you got out of the mess safely.

“Are you okay?” your engineer asked through the radio.

“I’m fine.”

“Good, you’re currently p1. So keep up the good pace.”

“Where is Fernando?” you asked.

“He’s not far behind.”

“Okay, good.”

Over in Fernando’s car, his engineer was asking him the same questions.

“Where is (Y/N)?” he asked his engineer. “Is she okay?”

“She’s fine, she made it out of the mess safe and sound. She’s currently at p1.”

“P1?! For real?”

“Yes.”

Fernando was impressed and felt relieved that nothing had happened to you during the massive crash in the beginning. He could see all kinds of different cars hitting each other or driving into the padded walls. He hoped that you weren’t one of them. He hated whenever you crashed your car. The thought of you hurt made him stressed and worried.

Now that he knew that you were safe, Fernando could focus on the race.

The laps were going fine and it was nearing the end of the race when you got a message that you didn’t want to hear.

“We’re seeing that Lewis is catching up with the leading group. But we will do everything we can to keep him away from you.” You engineer said.

“Okay.” you answered but you could feel the tension in your body from that message. We had no chance against the mighty Mercedes car and especially not Lewis. It would take a miracle to secure this first position. The Alpine team contacted Fernando right away.

“Fernando, we are seeing Lewis approaching the leading group. Do what you can to ensure that doesn’t happen.” his engineer said.

So, Lewis is going to take (Y/N)’s first pole? Not on my watch, he thought.

“Okay, I’ll hold him off as best as I can.”

“Good, good. Do it for (Y/N).”

“Oh I will.”

Fernando could soon see the black car in his side mirror. But he wouldn’t let Lewis slide by so easily. Even after a couple of laps Lewis was still behind Fernando. His team was complimenting him on his fantastic job.

“How are we on Lewis?” you asked on the radio.

“Fernando is keeping him busy.” Your engineer answered, which made you smile. “He is holding him back for you.”

That comment made you smile even more. Even though it was because of the race and where you were positioned, but you couldn’t help but to hope that he did it also because he liked you. You wanted to believe it at least.

Unfortunately, Fernando’s tires were too old to hold Lewis back forever and at one of the curves he lost his grip when he was braking. Lewis got in front and ahead of him.

No, no, no! Fernando thought and slapped the steering wheel.

“You did your best and it was amazing.”

“But what about (Y/N)?”

“From what we can tell, Lewis won’t make it in time to reach her.”

But it didn’t calm him down, Lewis was on his way to you and it was because he couldn’t hold him back.

“(Y/N), Lewis just passed Fernando and is on his way towards the leading group. Give it everything you got and get that checkered flag.”

You stopped breathing at the first part of that sentence. No, Lewis would surely take this position from you. But you quickly shook off the doubting thoughts and focused only on that sweet victory that was in your grasp.

“Okay.” you answered back and drove the car to its max. You could feel that checkered flag, it was so close. When the final lap started you asked your engineer where Lewis was.

“He is stuck behind Vettel. You got this.”

You smiled and soon you could see the finish line. The flagged waved in front of you and you were so excited, you were the first one to cross. You got your p1 finally.

“Yeeeeesss!!” you screamed info the radio. You could cry at this moment.

“Fantastic drive (Y/N), amazingly done. You are the winner of the Hungarian Grand Prix.”

“Thank you all, and thank you Fernando”.

At the same time Fernando was screaming at his engineer to know what position you got on.

“She got p1, p1 for (Y/N)!!”

“Whoooooaaaaa, mi corazón, that’s fantastic!!”

“It couldn’t have been done without your amazing block on Lewis, Fernando. Thank you.”

“Thank you all.”

As soon as Fernando saw your car he drove up to it so that you drove the course side by side for a little while. He was giving you all the gestures, showing you that he was so proud and happy for you. You hoped that he could feel the smile that was plastered on your face even though you were wearing a helmet.

You parked your car in front of the pink 1 sign and jumped out of it. You jumped into the crowd of your team who was ecstatic, screaming and rooting for you. You were so proud of yourself, but also of your team and of course Fernando.

Lewis walked over and gave you a big hug and congratulated you over your first win. You thanked him and then walked over to the table that held your belongings. You heard your team shout again so you turned around to see what it was about, and soon you saw that Fernando was making his way over to you. You ignored the belongings and ran up to him, jumping into his arms. He caught you and spun you around.

“Mi corazón, you were amazing.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you Fernando.” you said and hugged him even tighter. He took off his helmet. He looked so good with his messy hair and sweaty face. He grabbed your helmet-cladded head and kissed it. You were so stunned by this so you didn’t hear the person doing the scale measurement calling for you.

“Get up on that podium, mi corazón.”

You nodded and made your way over to the scale and then to the podium. You had a blast when they gave you the prize and played your national anthem. You looked down at your team and you could see Fernando stand there with teary eyes. You raised your trophy and smiled at him. He blew you a kiss, which turned your face even hotter than it already was from the race. When the champagne was sprouted all over you, - which Vettel and Lewis were more than happy to soak you as it was your first podium - you made it down to your team for some pictures and to talk to Fernando.

You saw him standing alone so you walked up to him with the biggest grin on your face. He turned his attention towards you when he felt your presence.

“What do you think?” you asked and posed with the trophy.

“I think I love this view.”

You felt your cheeks turn red. “Thank you for all the help out there. I would’ve never gotten on the podium if it wasn’t for you.”

“Of course, we are a team right. It was just fun to hold Hamilton off for you. I wanted you to have that podium.”

“Thank you so much. You are the best.”

Fernando smiled but then it was time to leave. You didn’t want this moment to end. You wanted to live in it forever. Getting p1, the podium, Fernando kissing your helmet. FERNANDO KISSED YOUR HELMET.

He was just about to leave, when you stopped him by grabbing his hand. He turned around looking surprised by your action.

“W-we haven’t switched helmets.”

“I thought you wanted to keep your winning helmet.”

You smiled. “No, it’s tradition, you know.”

Fernando called over someone from the Alpine team to take a picture of you and him together with your helmets and the trophy in front of you. Fernando stood beside you and just as the picture was to be taken he kissed the side of your head. That picture must’ve looked hilarious because of your shocked reaction. The poor mechanics gave Fernando his phone and then left in a hurry. You looked over at Fernando, who had a mixture of horror, nervousness and smugness on his face. But the longer you just stood there staring at him, his reaction became more and more distressed.

“I’m sorry (Y/N) if I-…”

But he didn’t have time to finish the sentence before your lips crashed upon his. He melted into the kiss, finally he knew that you liked him back. He had been crushing on you ever since the day you stepped into the paddock. It got even worse when he had to work and get to know you. Because when he got to know the real you, he was trapped and there was no way out. He just begged that you loved him back. You broke from the kiss and picked up the trophy.

“Thank you for both the trophy and the helmet.” you said with a smug smile on your face. Then you left a surprise and confused Fernando outside the paddock. But soon you could hear him run up to you.

“Are you available for dinner tonight? To celebrate your victory of course.”

“Of course, I’m always available for you.” you winked. Fernando’s smile grew.

“I pick you up tonight, mi corazón.”

“I like the sound of that.”