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Cw: Sirius Black x fem!reader, idiots in love (eventual), swearing, f1 jargon, fluff, angst, James and Remus are romantically involved, Peter Pettigrew, word count: 2.9k
The buildup to any new Formula 1 season is silly. It’s a whirlwind of confusion, an avalanche of information coming out seemingly every hour or so and it makes your palm itch.
You know the news will come soon. It’s bound to, and it shouldn’t make you this nervous.
You’d aced the interview, you’d passed all analytical questions, you’d aced the strategy issues and more.
You’ve already signed the bloody contact but the pit in your stomach only tightens as time passes and nothing is announced.
What if they’ve changed their minds?
“Stop stressing, it’s silly season, babe. That’s all.” Your best friend, Marlene is sitting on your sofa watching you chew your nails as you stare at the tv, on the sports channel, and your phone, opened to every tabloid page you could access.
“This is huge though Marls,” you sigh, setting your head in her lap. “As sexist and backward as this is, I’ll be the first female engineer in this team, ever!”
Excitement and nerves take you over as you speak and Marlene smiles for you despite it.
“And I’m damn proud of you, don’t forget that. You earned this babe, but you’re going to send yourself into a tailspin waiting for the news.”
You nibble on the inside of your cheek as you weigh a response.
“What if I fuck it?”
Marlene rolls her eyes and squeezes your shoulder. “You won’t fuck it, because you’re insanely gifted at your job.”
Just then your phone pings six times in a row and you know the news has hit.
Your heart races as you pick it up and open the messages from at least four group chats. Your family congratulates you again, some friends do too, but the notification that puts the biggest frog in your throat is the one from Gryffindor Racing.
‘Welcome to the team, our new race engineer,’ and it’s a photo of you in their red and gold colours with their best driver; Sirius Black.
Well best is subjective, he’s good behind the wheel, but his aggression sees him crashing out at least half of the races on the calendar and he’s become the most expensive driver to keep in a team because of it.
But he’s good. He has an insane relationship with his car, it’s just the aggression that does him in. It’s a feat that will be yours to resolve and you’re not entirely sure how to do it.
“Welcome to silly season.” Marlene whispers and you can’t fight the laugh that bubbles from you.
Silly season doesn’t get any less silly as the preseason begins; testing is your worst nightmare because your driver is the most aggressive one on the track.
Your week goes a little something like this;
Day one: look at the car, review the engines and do a simulation of how it should run.
Day two: meet with Sirius Black and find out that he’s as attractive as the media spins him to be.
He’s got inky hair that falls in waves that kind of look like ringlets and eyes that are so grey you’re sure there’s a bit of purple, or maybe lavender to them.
His personality doesn’t lack either but it grates on your nerves the way he sizes you up the second he sees you in your coveralls.
“You’re my race engineer, pretty girl?”
You roll your eyes. A flirt, through and through. “Not my name, Mr. Black.”
Sirius scoffs at the formality in your tone when you introduce yourself. “Just Sirius, babe. Mr. Black is my old man.”
“Whatever you say, Just Sirius. Is there anything you don’t want me to tell you when I’m in your ear?”
He smirks and you realise belatedly what you’ve said. “You can say whatever you want in my ear, gorgeous.”
A voice chimes in before you can respond, “Sirius, leave the girl alone.” The man you turn to see has a pretty scar running through his face and pretty hazel eyes. “I’m Remus, the other engineer here.”
You smile and shake his hand, “Nice to meet you,” you watch Sirius roll his eyes.
“Sirius has a habit of trying to flirt his way through everything, you’ll learn to tune it out.”
Sirius scoffs, “Like you can resist me, Lupin.” Remus only shakes his head. “James and I do a fine job, Siri.”
