#FERRARI

[charlesvteen]

welcome back 2018 fluffy hair almost clean shaven toro rosso charles leclerc

[no-144444]

wingman paul- c.leclerc

summary: charles leclerc takes a liking to you at your brothers movie premiere... paul makes it happen!

pairing: charles leclerc x fem! mescal! reader

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Did you want to go to the Gladiator 2 premiere? No, not really. Was Paul forcing you to anyways? Yes, very much so. 

Being his sister (and emotional support person), he always brought you on set, to premieres, and anywhere else. That was usually fine. The rest of his projects' premieres had either been in the Lighthouse (your favourite cinema in Dublin), or small enough that you wouldn’t get too overwhelmed. You were famous in your own right, following after your sister and writing music. You didn’t go on stage, but you’d garnered over 10 million listeners, and your album had just been nominated for a grammy, though you had no intention of going. It’s not that you were scared or shy, you were just entirely uninterested in going out in public as a ‘public figure’. It stressed you out, having people know who you are in such detail, so you just kept to yourself. You had no public social media accounts, you didn’t allow your label to post about you unless it was about the music, and you only let Paul or Nell drag you out in public for one of their events. You liked it that way, it was comfortable. 

“I’m going to go say hi to some people, you just wait here, yeah?” Paul explained as you two entered the theatre. It was huge, and every celebrity or influencer in the world must’ve been there. You nodded as he walked off and allowed yourself to fade into the background, people-watching as time passed. You noticed the beautiful architecture of the building, the way the celebrities around you mingled, the way-

“Hello.”

You whipped your head around, startled, only to be met with a face you knew quite well. “Jesus, Charles, you scared me,” you chuckled. He blushed slightly as you turned around properly to greet him. “Hi.”

“How are you?” he asked, joining you in your secluded corner. 

“I’m fine, thank you. How are you?” 

“I am very good,” he smiled, showing off his dimples. “I thought you didn’t like events.”

“I don’t, Paul just asked me to come,” you explained. “My mam would’ve killed me if I didn’t go, so here I am.” 

He nodded, understanding. “I tried to find you online, but… you are not a fan of that either?”

You chuckled. “No, not really. Sorry.” 

He shook his head. “No, it is ok. I just… wanted to talk more. You are very interesting to me,” he smiled. 

“Well, thank you for the glowing review,” you chuckled. “Are you enjoying the evening so far?”

“I am enjoying it a lot more with you here,” he smiled. “But yes, I only watched the first one a few days ago and I thought it was very good, so I am excited to see how this one compares.”

“You’re sure a charmer,” you chuckled. “I hope you enjoy the film. Where are you sitting?”

“Beside Carlos?” he shrugged, an awkward smile on his face. “Carlos knows, but I don’t know where Carlos is.”

You laughed. “Are you always this disorganised?”

“Only when I’m nervous,” he winked at you and the lights started going down, you just offered him to sit next to you, hoping that Nell wouldn’t mind. 

You two sat together, enjoying the movie as the night went on, and after you found yourselves at the bar, still chatting. He walked off to find Carlos at one point, looking back with a smile as he waved, promising to come back soon. 

“When are you going to realise he’s trying to flirt with you?” Paul laughed. Your face was bright red and your jaw dropped. 

You gently (roughly) hit his chest and scoffed. “Shut the fuck up. He is not.” 

Paul laughed. “He’s totally into you! Come on, go out with him, please! I want free tickets to Grand Prixs!” 

You rolled your eyes as he giggled, and then startled when you bumped straight back into Charles. “Fuck, sorry-” you started apologising but he just shook his head. 

“All good,” he smiled. 

Paul silently slipped away with a wink, and you were faced with Charles, once again. 

“Hi,” you breathed out. 

“Hi,” he chuckled, his dimples on full show. “He was right, you know.” 

“About what?” you questioned. 

“I am flirting with you-or, at least trying to,” he blushed slightly. 

“Oh,” you nodded, unsure what to do in a situation where someone was as brazen and blunt. “Right.”

He laughed. “Can I take you out sometime?”

You stared at him, total deer in headlights, then nodded. “Yeah, yeah, sounds grand. Thank you.”

You internally smacked yourself in the face for that. But he just laughed, unfazed by your awkward demeanour. 

“Great!” he smiled bashfully. “When are you free?”

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[ferrarifanpage]

Charles and Carlos did so well today!

📷 Leann Millo

[lizablackthorn]

[chucleclerc]

some things never change.

[eirianerisdar]

Okay so I'm going to be as objective here as possible.

Did Carlos contravene team orders to stay behind as Charles left pit exit? Yes. He did.

But Ferrari delayed pitting Charles so he came out parallel to Carlos. On cold, fresh tyres. While Carlos had 2 laps to warm them up, with the Ferraris being known to take at least 2 laps to get tyres up to temperature (as noted after the first pit stop earlier)

And this was after Carlos was effed over by the team and told to pit when they weren't ready for him, at least FOUR laps after he said they needed to pit him or they'd lose places.

Race data predicted Carlos would have been in P2 if they'd pit him when he asked. Charles could have been P3 if they pit him earlier, too.

NEITHER of them would be on the podium and they'd have had a hard time catching Max if they had to slow down for 2 laps because of Charles' fresh cold tyres.

So does Charles have the right to be pissed that he was told there'd be an order and it wasn't followed? Yes, because he doesn't have all the context, and he only knows what the team tells him. Do I fully understand why Carlos effectively went that's a stupid-ass order and charged on anyway? Yes.

The person to blame here isn't Charles or Carlos. It's the Ferrari pit wall, for throwing away a 2-3 because they didn't listen to their driver when he said they should pit, then pitting the other one so late it didn't make racecraft sense for the other to stay behind.

Edit 25/11/25: so it turns out Carlos was only told not to put pressure on Charles, and it was never mentioned that he shouldn’t overtake. Another point to add.

[curioussoulsliveanddie-blog]

I love that Carlos really said fuck that and fuck you because it's really simple Ferrari doesn't give two shits about Carlos and still expects him to roll over and take it so Charles can catch up honestly good for Carlos

Bryan: Carlos has been told to not overtake but its really close, he's been told to not put pressure on you

Charles: Maybe try in Spanish ☠️

[alixm4trix]

things that happened at the las vegas quali that cannot be real:

- the track smelled of marijuana

- the drivers were most likely high as kites

- max on the weed smell: “you can smell it quite well. i was quite high in the car [laughs] it’s not ideal, because you can also smell it while driving and it's quite extreme."

- franco's statement on the weed smell: "yes, there was a smell of weed. if they dope the drivers now, i think we'll all test positive, i swear, idiot. when we all test positive, there will be a mess,"

- redbull 😭😭 diy'ing their rear wing BECAUSE THEY GOT THE WRONG ONE 😭😭 close enough welcome back stake sauber

- hamilton watching his very public fallout with his homoerotic best friend on not one, but TWO screens

- both gr63 and lh44 saying they dont know why they're fast

- bottas donating the money from his “what’s next?” merch to a charity for people who were unexpectedly fired from their jobs 😭

- bottas wearing said merch to the race itself

- checo getting booed by himself on the dome

- alpine p3?? alpine admin posting memes about it???

- ADELE ON THE TRACK

- but she supports mclaren

[55anana]

bwoah

[chachavroomvroom]

Charles last 24h:

Max congrats bbg you deserve it, Lewis can’t wait to work with you ilu here’s a photo dump of us, Bryan, sorry I screamed at u on the radio. Fred you are balding even more every minute. Carlos, espero que el búho de duolingo se esconde en tus paredes.

[inchidentalmeowmeow]

Charles in the post race debrief probably 😭

Poor bryan caught in the crossfire

[curioussoulsliveanddie-blog]

So what I'm understanding is that Ferrari and Charles expect Carlos to stay in his lane as a and driver and lt Charles have all the podiums like the more I see this the less I like Charless if I'm being honest

this DIVA ❤️

[aaanyaajpg]

Charles being an absolute goat on main.

Him posting Lewis, his fans, engineers and Leo. No mention of Ferrari or Carlos and I’m here for it. He’s being unapologetic on main and damn that’s hot.

And let’s not forget the max verstappen congratulations in this post

[n0vazsq]

Forever mine? Forever yours | CL16 x Reader

pairing . . . charles leclerc x gf!reader

summary . . . When you and Charles have a fight, you want nothing more than his forgiveness

request . . . no!

word count . . . 884

warnings . . . just a bit of angst that turns into fluff!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . was listenting to like love // break up songs while writing this and legit wanted to cry like kms

. . . The streets of Monaco were unusually quiet that night, the hum of distant cars replaced by the echo of footsteps against cobblestone. The city lights cast long shadows, stretching like ghosts between the narrow alleys.

Charles walked ahead of you, hands stuffed deep in his pockets, shoulders tense. The silence between you was heavy, filled with the reminders of words you hadn’t meant to say, things you both couldn’t take back.

The fight had started small, like it always did. You had only asked about the upcoming race, about his late nights at the simulator, about why he was pushing so hard. It had spiraled from there. Frustration simmering just beneath the surface, boiling over into harsh words and defensive silence.

Now, you followed a few steps behind, heart heavy, each breath tight in your chest. You wanted to reach out, to bridge the gap between you, but the distance felt overwhelming. Charles had always been intense, carrying the weight of expectations like a second skin. But tonight, he seemed…fragile, like a wire stretched too thin.

He stopped suddenly by the marina, the dark water stretching endlessly before you. The wind carried the scent of salt, cool against your skin. He didn’t turn around, didn’t say anything at first. Just stood there, staring out at the horizon, hands clenched at his sides.

"You think I don’t care enough?" His voice was quiet, but the tone is his voice was unmistakable.

Your eyes stung. "Charles, no. That’s not what I meant." You took a step closer, but the space between you felt like a chasm. "I worry. You push yourself so hard, and I-"

He turned then, eyes meeting yours, frustration and something deeper swirling in their depths. "Do you know what it’s like?" His voice cracked, raw and tense. "To carry all of this? The pressure, the expectations…? Every single day, everyone looking at me, waiting for me to either win or fail." He shook his head. "And then I come home, and it feels like I’m failing here too."

The words hit you like a stab to the heart, and they probably were a stab to the heart. "Charles…" Your voice was barely a whisper. "I didn’t mean to add to it. I just… I see you carrying all of this, and it scares me. I don’t want you to break."

He looked away, jaw tight. "I’m already breaking." The statement was soft, almost lost to the wind. "I wake up thinking about the next race. I go to sleep replaying every mistake I made. And I know people are waiting for me to slip, to prove that I’m not good enough." His eyes found yours again, and there was a vulnerability there that made your heart ache."I’m afraid too. Afraid of letting everyone down. Afraid of losing… you. All because of my stupid mistakes."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. You closed the distance between you, reaching for his hand. He let you, fingers cold but steady. "You’re never losing me,” you said, voice firm despite the emotion threatening to choke you. "I’m here. I’ll always be here."

He looked down, chuckling emotionlessly, thumb brushing over your knuckles. "Sometimes, it feels like I can’t breathe. Like I’m drowning under it all."

You squeezed his hand, stepping closer until your chest touched his. "You don’t have to carry it alone. I know I can’t take the weight off your shoulders, but I can stand beside you. I can remind you that you’re more than the races, more than the wins or losses."

He closed his eyes, taking a shaky breath. When he opened them again, the anger had softened, replaced by something raw and unspoken. "I’m sorry. I know I shut you out sometimes. It’s not fair to you."

You shook your head. "You don’t have to apologize for being human. I just… I want you to let me in. Let me help."

He reached up, cupping your face in his hands. His touch was gentle, a stark contrast to the tension that had been there moments ago. "I don’t deserve you," he whispered, voice barely audible.

You smiled, tears slipping down your cheeks. "You deserve everything, Charles, my angel. And I’ll remind you of that every day if I have to."

He leaned his forehead against yours, the distance between you finally gone. For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The world around you faded away; the distant hum of the city, the gentle lapping of the waves. There was only this. Only him. Only Charles.

"Forever mine?" he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

You pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, your heart swelling. "Forever yours."

He held you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded, his grip tight, almost desperate. The walls he had built around himself were still there, but for now, they had cracks, just enough to let you in.

As the wind carried the scent of salt and the promise of better days, you knew that this was how it would be. There would be fights, and fears, and moments where everything felt like it was falling apart. But there would also be this: quiet moments in the dark, where love felt like the strongest thing in the world.

[lestappen-stan]

despite being extremely mad, you can see how big is the smile on Charles face while is talking about how strong Max is ❤️