#FERRARI

[janebroe]

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[jungwnies]

bf moments | charles leclerc

୨ৎ : featuring : boyfriend!charles x reader ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : compilation of fluffy boyfriend charles moments

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ

ᡣ𐭩 a/n : ferrari did a lot better this week im proud.. it's hard being tifosi out here istg.. but doing some charles content bc i feel like i haven't in a LONG LONG LONG time... late post though oops >.<

boyfriend!charles who writes your initials on the fogged-up mirror after his shower without even realizing it.

boyfriend!charles who puts your cold feet between his legs in bed and acts like he’s so bothered but never moves them.

boyfriend!charles who always lets you try the first bite of his food and watches your reaction like it’s a michelin review.

boyfriend!charles who kisses your forehead when you’re ranting, mid-sentence, like he can’t help it.

boyfriend!charles who facetimes you after races, helmet hair and all, and says “did you see me wave at you?” even if you weren’t there.

boyfriend!charles who reads next to you in bed, but keeps rereading the same page because you’re resting on his chest.

boyfriend!charles who shyly tugs at your sleeve when he’s tired in public, like a silent “let’s go home.”

boyfriend!charles who sends voice notes instead of texts because he likes when you “hear how much I miss you.”

boyfriend!charles who always takes blurry pictures of you on film, then says they’re perfect “because they look like how I see you.”

boyfriend!charles who doesn’t say much during arguments, but always comes back quietly with “can we fix this?” and his hand out.

boyfriend!charles who buys you flowers just because he “walked past them and they looked like you.”

boyfriend!charles who rubs your back when you're falling asleep and hums without realizing it.

boyfriend!charles who saves all the notes you leave in his suitcase and keeps them folded in his wallet.

boyfriend!charles who pulls you onto his lap during video calls with the boys and acts like it’s no big deal while smiling like it’s the only thing that matters.

boyfriend!charles who acts cool in front of others, but turns into the softest version of himself the second the door closes behind you.

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[redfacedpalindrome]

seeing people talk about how the ferrari upgrade is underwhelming:

charles just addressed that it's not meant to be really effective on this track but that it's still shown them gains which clearly helped during quali

they've had it on for three total runs in car 16, i'm sure they'll get a better understanding of it and corresponding adjustments over the course of the races

i saw one specific thing that was like 'why did charles post so much excitement on his instagram if he wasn't gonna straight dunk multiple seconds on the mclarens'??? babe this is ferrari, i fear you expected too much. also, he didn't fashion the new floor out of clay and his own bare hands, i fear he's not to blame for an upgrade going mediocre. just wanna point out the mclaren is a definitely vaguely illegal rocketship that should be grand chelem-ing every fucking race and instead had fastest lap taken by a teenager in a mercedes last week.

quali wasn't bad, and you have these competing forces of 'the car is really bad' but 'charles is really good' but 'the upgrade hasn't really been working here' but 'the upgrade will be better for future races' but 'the other cars have better pace' but 'charles is good on this track'. let's just send our prayers for finishing the race, not fucking up pit strategy, and giving him room to work.

[no-144444]

a little better - c.leclerc

꩜ summary: charles puts a bit more effort in and it seems your bond is becoming stronger.

꩜ pairing: husband! charles leclerc x fem! pregnant! wife! reader

꩜ a/n: would yall want more parts of this? pray tell :0

part one (this can be read on it's own tho but this just gives more context)

“My love!” he called out as he came in the door. While Bahrain hadn’t been great, he still wanted to come home before the triple header ended. He’d been around the house so much during the break that not seeing you had become weird. In the past few weeks, he’d really noticed how different your lives had become now. Long gone were the late-night phone calls that used to define your relationship. Replaced only by text updates on things that concerned you both. He tried asking how your day was, but you just turned it straight back on him and started discussing strategy and asking how he was feeling. Long gone were the small flirty or sweet texts throughout the day. It seemed you were allergic to your phone before 9pm at night, or maybe you just knew his routines so well and didn’t think he’d want to hear from you before that. Which broke his heart. 

Apparently everyone else had noticed it too. Carlos had thought he was in the process of a divorce when he went to him about it. All of Ferrari assumed you two were separated and trying to figure out how to co-parent. It made him sick. Mostly, because he knew it was all his fault. Where was the Charles that used to speak about you everyday? Where was the Charles that defended you to the press so fiercely when you first entered his life? Where was the Charles who wasn’t a complacent, selfish asshole, who cared about his family and work for them, not himself? That Charles was gone. Or just hidden, somewhere, deep inside of him. He just had to… bring him back from the dead. 

“Charles?” you questioned, getting up from the couch and scrambling to hide something. He stopped in his tracks as you turned to face him. “What are you doing here?” 

“I wanted to see you,” he admitted, trying to see what you were hiding. He snapped his attention back to you. “I got you these,” he smiled, handing over your favourite flowers. You looked dumb-struck. 

“Oh,” you said, blatantly surprised. “Well, thank you,” you smiled back at him. “How was your weekend?”

“You know how my weekend was, mi amour,” he shook his head. “How was your weekend?”

Again, dumb-struck. If this was the standard he’d actually set for his love life, he was pathetic. “Oh, well… It was good. I watched the race, watched Arthur’s race. Umm…” you thought for a moment. “I went to Maria’s baby shower. Looked around for Montessori's. Called my parents. Went for lunch with your mom,” you shrugged. “Pretty simple.” 

He nodded, the smile on his face never leaving. “That’s good. Seems relaxed.” 

“It was,” you shrugged. There was a silence. An awkward silence. He would have punched his past self in the face. How were things awkward with his own wife? “Have you eaten?” 

He shook his head. “N-no, not yet. Just… got a flight straight here.” 

You nodded, seemingly shocked by his being there. 

“What were you working on, there?” he pointed to the couch and whatever object you were trying to hide. You looked down. 

“It’s stupid,” you shook your head. “Doesn’t matter.”

“I care,” he assured you, taking your hand. “I want to see.”

You took a deep breath and picked up a half-finished quilt, the crochet needles still in. It was all of the cars on the grid, but the Ferrari had his number on it. “Just… like having something to do with my hands when I watch tv. It’s stupid, I know-”

“It’s wonderful,” he whispered, emotion catching in his throat. How could he neglect you for so long? His wonderful, creative, caring, loving, intelligent wife. “I think it’s wonderful.” 

“You do?” you questioned, your voice small. He nodded, his eyes clouding with tears. 

“I do,” he nodded, wiping his eyes. There was a silence and he wrapped an arm around you (as much as he could, the bump was in the way). “We’re going to be parents,” he whispered out. 

You nodded, a small smile on your face. “We are,” you were in quiet contemplation for a moment. “Do you want to see what I’ve done to the nursery so far?”

Another promise he’d broken, but alas, this was progress. You were here, you were talking, and you were close to him. He’d take whatever he could get from you. 

“I’d love to,” he smiled and took your hand as you led him to the nursery. You opened the door and inside was a sanctuary. Playmats, toys, a diaper changing table, etc. It was yellow, and overlooked Monaco bay, the wonderful sight it was now as the sun set. His breath caught in his throat when he saw the mini helmets of his on the windowsill. The little pockets of Ferrari merch. Odes to him. He could’ve cried. “I’m sorry,” he whispered out and your face fell. “I’m so sorry,” his voice cracked. 

You turned back to him.“Charles, what–”

“You never call me Charles,” he whispered, wiping his eyes. “It’s always Char, or Charlie, or love, or something else, but it’s never Charles. It’s too impersonal, remember?” He placed a hand on your cheek. He was referencing a night many years ago, when you said you’d only call him Char from then on. You were only friends then, yet he knew he was in love with you from that moment on. The way you smiled when you said it, the view of Mt. Fuji behind you, couldn’t compare. He just stared at you all night long. 

“I don’t have to call you Charles-” you offered and he let out a teary cough. 

He took a deep breath, gathering himself again. “It’s not that I don’t want you to,” he sniffled. “I want you to not want to. I want you to feel close to me again,” he admitted. “And I know that has everything to do with me, and nothing to do with you, but please baby, I can’t lose you.” 

“You haven’t-” you stressed, but he cut you off again. 

“When was the last time we went on a date that wasn’t a public event?” he asked. You were quiet. 

“When was the last time I did something nice for you before today?” 

You were quiet. 

“When was the last time we had sex?”

“I'm pregnant-” “So your libido should be heightened,” he sighed and you looked down at the floor again. “When was the last time you felt loved by me? Cared for by me?”

“Tonight,” you shrugged. “You liked the blanket. You didn’t think it was stupid.” 

“I don’t think anything you do is stupid,” he shook his head, his eyes focused on you. “But before then? When?” 

“Maybe Monaco last year? When you ran up to me at the barrier and kissed me in front of everyone,” you shrugged, acting like that hadn’t been the memory holding you together for the past 8 months. “When you said you won it for me and your dad and Jules.”

He sniffled again and nodded, though his heart was aching. “I’ve really fucked this up, haven’t I?”

You didn’t speak. You just leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “Let’s get some food, yeah?” 

That didn’t leave much room for questioning. He followed you to the kitchen where you already had food cooking. Soup. Something comfortable and diet-approved as always. Catering everything to him. You sat across from each other and ate. 

“How has the pregnancy been for you?” he asked. 

`”We don’t have to get into that now-”

“I want to,” he pushed. “If you want to.” 

You breathed out. “It’s… difficult. I’m in pain quite a lot, but I’m really excited to meet her,” you smiled softly. “I’m pretty scared about doing the delivery on my own, but my mom and your mom said they could be there, so that’s nice. My parents are going to come and help out the week I’m due and stay with your mom for two weeks, so that should be good. They’ll come over to help me out during the day and any nights I can’t do it on my own, since you’ll be racing,” you listed it all off, as if it wasn’t his biggest failing that he couldn’t be there. “So yeah. Scared but excited. What about you?” 

He cleared his throat. “I’m excited too,” his voice was somber. “And I think I’d want to be with you in the delivery room… if you’d let me.”

“You don’t have to miss a race for me. I understand Charle- Char,” another knife in his heart. “I was just being dramatic and hormonal that day. Your career is important. You’re ambitious. It’s one of the things I love about you.” 

He shook his head. “I want to be there. I really want to be there.”

“I don’t think Ferrari would let you-”

“Fuck ferrari,” he scoffed. “You’re my wife! If they can’t understand me wanting to be there for the birth of my child then I think I might be on the wrong team. Bon sang, je ne suis pas un robot de course.” (fuck’s sake, I’m not a racing robot). 

You let out a small chuckle at how pressed he was getting. He stared back at you. 

“What?” he questioned, a smirk creeping onto his lips. 

“Nothing,” you shook your head, that small smile on your lips as you turned your attention back to your food. He shook his head and chuckled. “I missed you,” you admitted, the candle between you two lighting your face with a wonderful warm glow. 

“I missed you too,” he reached across the table, taking your hand. “And I’ll be there for you, I promise.” 

“Get it approved by Ferrari first,” ever the logical one. “Then we’ll talk about it,” you answered. “And this,” you signalled around you, and he knew you meant the whole night. Him caring. “Has to not just be a once-off, alright?” 

He nodded. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I promise.” 

Something about the way he said it made you believe him. You didn’t know if it terrified or exhilarated you. Either way, you had a long road to walk, but he would actually be there now, not just a figure in the distance. 

And that felt a little better than before.

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[lovelypancake33]

spanish media pisses me off so bad, what's their deal with believing we live in a mafia movie "Verstappen clan vetoed Carlos and has all the power in Red Bull" "Leclerc clan fucked Carlos over and took control of Ferrari with Vaseur" STOP THIS CLAN DELUSION

[slutforformulaone]

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆ when you're his biggest distraction on and off the track (texts) ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

warning : still sort of new to writing these, sexually suggestive, nsfw themes

featuring : oscar piastri, charles leclerc, lando norris, max verstappen & george russell!

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[volwoq]

Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc in front of the Redbull and Ferrari offices

[pglang]

[punk-with-glasses]

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[moon-brain-90]

Could we just make jean Alesi the Ferrari team principal? At least then I know someone is looking out for Charles best interest

[pitstoplexi]

The two championship contenders at 6th and 7th place

Meanwhile the drivers who got 1st, 2nd and 3rd

[gentstyledaily]

[ring-ding-ding9ding]

Looked at his lips and thought about this

Behind a mean gay person there is a meaner gayer person

[redfacedpalindrome]

someone said fred isn't even fighting for george penalty and that's really getting me cos charles's radio was a shitshow for a couple mins with lando on his ass and bryan going "DO NOT USE DRS WE DO NOT HAVE AVAILABLE" and charles going "ITS FUCKING AVAILABLE I CAN SEE IT RIGHT THERE"

but i really respect that bryan was super on top of that cos that could have gone badly for charlie!!

[scuderia-hamilton]

Scuderia Ferrari - Piano Man by Billy Joel

“the place where champions go to die”