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MIKA September 15th 2023, Singapore photo by Qian Jun

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the other man - c.leclerc & l.norris

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the right man (part two)

requested: n

pairings: charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings: teasing + angst (if you squint) + mentions of cheating + mentions previously established relationships + mentions of hookups & flings + a small hinted mention of Daniel (if you squint) 🥲

a/n: will there be a part two? I don’t know! it depends on what the reaction to this fic will be 😅 that will determine what I do with this. inspired by this photo from today

exactly three summers ago charles leclerc was all that ever consumed your mind. you woke up thinking about him and went to bed thinking about him. he had you wrapped around his finger and he had the slightest idea of it.

all summer long you were flirtatious until the last night before your departure to the states. that’s when he made the move and gave you the night you could never forget. he worshiped you like you wanted, he held you like you’ve never been held before, and he gave you the satisfaction you always wanted him from.

but that was three summers ago. back when he was just beginning to date Charlotte, and you were leaving to a whole other country. you both were on such opposite ends of life, it wasn’t meant to be. but now? you’re back home in Monaco, and life is all so similar to the past. you’re back home, but somebody else occupied your mind. Lando Norris.

Lando knew how to make you feel like the most important person. his dedication and attention to detail was beyond what you could’ve imagined, but it was his way of showing you he cared. because truth be told, he loved you. and you were his whole world.

it’s now training days ahead of the Bahrain Grand Prix. the Monégasque man who once occupied space in your brain, was no longer a thought. it was now taken by lando, but a part of you was just now beginning to think about him, you knew you’d have to see him. the chances weren’t small unfortunately, they were huge.

lando’s fingers are intertwined with yours while you both enter the paddock. he’s excited to show you off, the last time he did so it backfired in his face, but this time he’s sure it’s going to last. you’ve been dating for more than 6 months, he’s sure this one will stick.

“good morning!” lando is greeting everyone, cheerful from ear to ear as fans, team members, drivers, and crew are responding back with their morning cheers. he’s not only ecstatic to show you off, but he’s got anxious adrenaline pumping through him to get back on the grid. he missed competitive racing.

“lando!” the familiar cheer perks up your ears, you both turn your heads in the direction you hear it from and there comes the Ferrari driver, in a red polo and ray-ban sunglasses, catching up to you both. you can feel your breath slow watching his hand claps onto your boyfriends shoulder, “how are you, mate?”

“happy to be back, you?” lando’s hand squeezes yours tighter, he notices you fall silent beside him. he’s been made aware of your three summers ago one nightstand, but as long as you swore you were past Charles, he’s got nothing to worry about.

“me too, and you’ve got a new teammate—plus girlfriend I see.” Charles points to you, your heart nearly stops when he makes eye contact with you.

squeezing lando’s hand harder, the Brit pulls his eyes away from his friend to you. he doesn’t need to look any further into you to know you’re anxious. he presses a kiss to your temple that’s reassuring, you’re almost to the mclaren hospitality and this conversation would be over.

“well I’ve been told you know her, this is y/n.” lando and you stop in front of the mclaren hospitality. Charles tilts his sunglasses towards the bridge of his nose to get a better look at you, he barely recognizes you from three summers ago, but the faint nervous smile on your lips is what ha remembers most.

“ah yes, nice to see you.” he extends his hand, and you gladly shake it. it felt odd, how many years ago he was riding around in the backseat of your car with the music blasting, and now he pretends like you were just merely a speck in his life.

“yeah, good luck out there.” your voice is faint as it leaves your lips. you’re not sure he catches what you say, but he’s walking away now and you both are heading to join Oscar and other crew members inside.

“weird.” lando whispers, he whips open the door, making sure to hold it for you to make your way inside. you wait for him, extending your hand for his in which he gladly accepts.

you’re unsure what’s weird to him, because sure the interaction was far from normal, but what did he want Charles to say? did he want him to outright say you both slept together? you couldn’t imagine how lando would’ve reacted to that.

“what’s weird?” you ask slipping into an empty chair removing a pair of sunglasses from off your head setting them on to the table in between of you both.

“that he just doesn’t recognize you. if I had slept with you, I’d remember.” he allows a little chuckle to escape, before shutting his mouth entirely.

“it was three summers ago, lando. he’s been with Charlotte, I’m sure I’m easy to forget.”

and like that, he drops it.

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you’re not sure what’s gotten into you, maybe it’s the two glasses of red wine, but you found yourself knocking on the Ferrari motorhome. a part of you hopes he’s not there, but there’s still some hope seeping through your heart.

you tried your best to forget this morning. the sunglasses tilted down his nose, eyes searching you for some sort of sign that recalls you to him. it’s all agonizing for you.

you knock once more after no reply for another few seconds and the door slowly opens barely a third, but just enough to reveal who’s eyes were staring back stop you.

he drops his shoulders, exhaling a loud sigh, and opens the door further to allow you inside. you push your body past his plopping down on the couch watching him lock the door behind him.

“so I’m just dead to you? like I don’t even exist anymore?” you huffed, arms crossing over your chest, his eyes lower as he moves across the motorhome.

“mon amour, don’t act like that.” his voice is cold, sending chills down your spine, you’ve never seen him this way before. his demeanor is different than the one he showcases to the world.

you drop your arms to the side, eyes focusing on the ground unable to look him directly in the eyes, feeling defeated, “you just didn’t seem to care.”

“you’re with lando now. I can’t care.” he drops down beside you, his hand grazing your knee. he won’t lie, it shocked him to see you with lando, it had been so long since he’d seen you, but he didn’t expect you to fall in the arms of another formula 1 driver.

“so you did care?”

“why does it matter if I care?” his cold finger tips gently touch your chin making you pick your head up from your stare at the floor. his eyes are soft, and you begin to pick up his new features like the little hairs on his chin and upper lip, the collection of rings on his fingers, and tussled brown hair. he looks handsome despite his lazy look.

“mon ange, you need to leave.” he pulls his fingers away, stopping all of his filthy thoughts to get the best of him. he wants to slam your body against the wall and make you regret dating lando, he wants to remind you he’s the best you’ll ever have.

“what if I don’t want to?” you lick your lips, allowing your finger nails to rake up and down his bicep, you can tell he wants that. he’s pulling away, but every part of him screams to stay put.

“what would lando say?” he’s trying to pull away, but his body is gravitating to close the gap between you both, his thigh is pressed against yours. finger nails still trailing up and down his arm.

“fuck lando, I want you.” you go to move your lips onto his, but he’s pulling away despite every thought in his mind. he has to because he knows if he starts he won’t be able to stop. he wants to, and you know that, but he can’t hurt lando and that’s the only sane thought running through his mind.

“I think you need to leave.” he whispers, unable to look you in the eyes. it’s not what he wants, but it’s what’s needed to be done. you both know that, and if it wasn’t for the wine in your system you would’ve never came here in the first place.

“fine, I’ll see you around.” you stand up from the couch stopping in front of him before heading out the motorhome door, “don’t say you didn’t want this because I know you did, but that’s your fault.”

and just like that, you’re out the door making sure to slam it behind you. his heart aches, allowing his face to fall, his back to slam against the wall dropping to his knees.

what did he just do?

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[moony-mari]

Isn't it strange - Charles Leclerc

charles leclerc x fem!reader summary: loosely based on strange by celeste warnings: Angst, fluff a/n: my first fic… I have so many more ideas. This was just a warm up! 

It was a huge cliche the way you and charles met way back in 2019. It was his first day at the ferrari factory and he was running late. Coffee in hand he ran towards the building entrance failing to notice the girl walking out of doors, spilling everything onto her ferrari polo. 

He was completely frozen before he snapped back into reality reaching for his ferrari jumper to dry the shirt. Apologies spewing from his mouth continuously but all you did was stop him and  tried to tell him it was alright and he should head inside for his meeting as he was already late he gave you his jumper and ran inside one thought playing on his mind. He never got your name

 He never saw you again until the next race you spotted him and made your way over returning his washed and dry jumper as you were about to turn around he asked you if you would like to get coffee as a thanks. You laughed and told him to promise he wouldn't spill it on you again his eyes lit up and he joined your laughter. 

The rest was history. 

One coffee date led to many many more until he finally asked you to be his girlfriend after his win at monza all of a sudden it was your 1 year anniversary and you couldn't be happier. Charles was the sweetest most considerate boyfriend you’d ever had. He put all his effort into making you happy when he was not racing. He took you on dates that no one could compare to, he made sure you were always safe and comfortable when in public and most importantly he supported you in your career as you worked through the ferrari engineering internship.  

So when you got a job offer to work at Mclaren for the 2021 season as their main engineer you thought he would be happy for you as this was not only a massive step in your career but also for women in engineering and motorsport. How wrong you were. 

You opened the door and walked to the kitchen bursting to tell him the news. That was until he shoved the letter across the countertop with a look of betrayal on his face. Your smile dropped as you saw the mclaren logo at the front. 

He shook his head and began to laugh in disbelief. You tried to explain that you’d still be in the paddock but he wouldn't have any of your answers. He claimed you going  to mclaren  wasn't necessary as they were not doing well and ferrari was better, he even told you that you didn't need to work at all and he could provide for you saying engineering wasn't meant for women and how mclaren only hired you to make them look good.

Tears fell down your face as you looked at him in disbelief. A scoff escaped your lips as you brushed passed him to gather all your things from his apartment. charles not understanding why you were leaving despite telling him multiple times. Once you got to the door charles was still so sure he didn't do anything wrong so you left and never looked back.

Radio silence. Nothing from charles. All of your messages were left on delivered. The season has ended and you were officially announced as lando’s main engineer. Praise came from the whole team and from across the whole paddock. Everyone except the one person you wanted praise from. 

The last straw was when he brought another girl with him. It was like a knife stabbed you in the heart as you saw them walk past the mclaren garage. you always thought you’d get back together. A tap on your shoulder brought you back to reality, when you turned around you were met by lando who smiled at you “don't worry love you’ll find someone who appreciates you now come on smile for me i can't have my main girl being sad now can i?” he asked  as you smiled for him and laughed when he cheered unnecessarily loud. 

Unbeknownst to you charles watched the whole interaction bitterness filled his heart as he watched you laugh with someone else he knows he's to blame for losing you but he can't quite grasp it yet his eyes finally breaking away from the mclaren garage as he walked away 

You had just finished debrief and walked out of the mclaren garage, suddenly your shirt was wet as you looked up, your eyes locked with his. He offered you his jumper but this time you declined, smiling at him pulling a mclaren hoodie out of your bag. It truly was the end

[vinvantae]

Baby Steps

You’d built up walls tall enough to protect you and your son from any more harm; so when a new driver joins your team - would his determination to figure you out break them down or only make them higher?

Part 1/26

Rating - Mature

Warnings - Explicit Language, mentions of sex and alcohol

Race Engineer/Single Parent Reader x Daniel Ricciardo

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The floodlights illuminated the cars as they raced across the finish line, the chequered flag waving over the winning Redbull. Lewis had already won the championship but with constructors still to play for - this race was vital for your team. As the papaya cars sped past in an orange flash, your team cheered, clapping and patting each other on the back.

“And that’s P6 Carlos, Lando in P9 so we’ve beaten Racing Point to 3rd in the constructors.”

“Thank you for a great season. It has truly been a pleasure working with all of you at McLaren.” The Spaniard’s voice crackled over the radio, you lent forward a little as he spoke.

“Thank you for your hard work, smooth operator.” You chuckled softly.

“The honour is all mine. And for one last time, I will sing for you.”

You laughed as he began to sing down the radio- smooooth operator - you and the engineers beside you singing along as well - smoooth operaattoooorr -. The soft spot you had for the driver was undeniable and you were gonna miss him.

“Good luck at Ferrari, bet you won’t find a race engineer as cool as me.” Your voice was laced with a fondness that had the driver smiling to himself as he did a lap of the track to get back to the pit lane.

“I think you may be right. Is the little guy there?”

Before you could say another word, a small fist grabbed hold of your headset and tugged. You rolled your eyes playfully and lent down. The toddler lifted himself up more so he could shout down your microphone.

“You race so good!”

“There’s my little champ. I’ll be right out to give you the biggest cuddle! Uncle Carlos loves you, frijolito!”

You watched fondly - you were really grateful that they’d managed to hook up Milo’s ear-protectors so he could hear Carlos’ radio throughout the race. Preferably, the toddler would be in bed at this time of night but it was the last race of the year and he just had to watch it. He was loved by the team and they were always more than happy to have him trackside; he was well behaved and seemed to be a good motivator for Carlos too.

Unfortunately, you’d yet to tell Milo that he’d no longer be hearing the Spanish accent over the radio and that next season it would be an Australian. Daniel Ricciardo was taking Carlos’ seat at McLaren and while you’d only heard good things about the driver, you knew Milo was going to have trouble adjusting to not having his favourite friend around. When Carlos joined the team, he immediately gravitated towards the small boy and any time you brought him along to race weekends, he’d make sure he had the best time. He was months old when Carlos came to McLaren so the Spaniard had been a constant presence in pretty much Milo’s whole life.

“Mummy, can we see uncle Carlos?” Milo brought your attention back to him by tugging lightly at your McLaren polo - earning a fond smile. He was wearing a tiny polo of his own, it was a little too big but it had a large 55 emblazoned across the back so everyone knew who he was rooting for.

“Of course, jellybean.” You stood up from your seat, holding him close to your chest as you followed the rest of your team down to the podium.

The team fussed over Milo as you carried him over to Carlos - the Spaniard was with the pit crew as everyone huddled around to watch Max get yet another trophy. You’d been quietly rooting for Lewis to get another championship win this season; you’d worked alongside him for two years before he made his move and he was always such a talented, hard-working driver. The Brit in question threw a playful wink your way when he saw you moving through the crowd as the national anthem played loud. You gave him a shy wave before you managed to weave through the hoards to get to your team.

“Uncle Carlos!”

The man in question turned around and grinned, hoisting the little one onto his shoulders so he could get a better view. “That’s gonna be me up there soon, frijolito.”

You smiled sadly. You’d grown so close to Carlos over the past two years - he was your best friend. So the fact he was moving to another team was gonna be just as hard for you as Milo. You’d been with McLaren for practically your entire adult life but you’d never formed such a close friendship with any of the other drivers like this before. He’d come into your life just as you needed him and you were scared to lose him.

“Hey…” He whispered, giving your hand a squeeze, sensing your sadness - Carlos could read you like a book. “I’m always going to be here for you.”

“I know. It’s just scary.” You admitted. “He loves you so much, I love you so much. The three of us have been a team for the past two years, the change is gonna be hard.”

“Daniel is a good guy.” He hummed, his other hand securely on Milo to keep him up. “But we can always hang out, you and I.”

You nodded and looked up to the podium as Lewis spread the sparkling water over the crowd. You’d been offered a job at Ferrari as they knew how well you and Carlos worked together but you just couldn’t leave McLaren; they were your family. But you also couldn’t ask him to stay - you knew he wanted to win the world championship someday and he just didn’t think McLaren was the team that would help him get there. It broke your heart but he deserved to put himself first.

Your attention was brought back to Milo as squealed out a laugh as droplets of sparkling water splashed over him. To the outside world, the three of you could easily pass as a family but most of the paddock knew Isa and that you and Carlos had the strongest sibling-like connection. That didn’t stop your new teammate watching the three of you across the crowd; his Renault race suit tied around his waist. He’d seen you around for as long as he could remember but had never spoken more than a couple of words to you - you intimidated him. You were a unique beauty and he just never knew how to approach you; especially as he heard you were always quick to shut down any advance that came your way.

“Hey man, you gonna come out with us all tonight?” Ocon asked, nudging his elder to get his attention. “One last hurrah before you leave us.”

“Yeah man, of course.”

The Frenchman followed his teammates gaze and quirked a brow when he saw who he was looking at. The girl stood beside Carlos with a big smile on her face as she fussed over the kid on the McLaren driver’s shoulders. “Who’s she?”

“My new race engineer.” He hummed. “Apparently she’s really good.”

“Why don’t you go say hi?”

“She’s got a kid with her and she’s still stood with Carlos and the McLaren team.” Dan said, rubbing the back of his neck. “We’ll have team meetings before the season starts anyway.”

“I’m surprised you’ve not spoken to her before. She’s been around as long as you, I've been told.”

He could remember the exact day he first saw you -it was during his stint at Toro Rosso. You seemed even younger than him, knelt on the driver stool next to Jenson Button’s McLaren - clipboard in hand, chatting away to the driver. He’d been aware of you ever since then, noticing you around the paddock and track more and more as your career seemed to grow. Always too nervous to approach you. The pair of you had grown and changed as people and you seemed more focused and passionate every time he saw you. He could remember the first time you smiled at him and ever since then, he’d had a lingering school-boy crush that he couldn’t seem to let go of. It sounded creepy when he thought about it for too long so he tended to just keep his head down whenever you were around.

“Just never happened I guess. How about we go get that drink?” The Australian clapped his teammate on the shoulder and the Renault drivers followed their team away.

You and Carlos were chuckling away as Milo was being fussed over by Lando, the younger driver pulling silly faces at the toddler. “You’ll take good care of them both, right man?”

“Oh you bet.” Lando grinned. “I love the little fella.”

Although you’d known the two drivers for relatively the same amount of time, you’d always been closer to the Spaniard. Lando was still very young, Carlos closer to your own age so you related to each other more. That wasn’t to say you didn’t like the Brit, you thought he was hilarious - but would you trust him to babysit your son? Probably not.

“Right, I think I need to get him to bed.” You chuckled, scooping up the toddler as he yawned. “It’s very past his bedtime.”

“Oh boo, does that mean you’re not coming to my goodbye drinks?” Carlos pouted.

You whined softly. “We’re going for lunch tomorrow.”

“I’m only teasing, I understand.” He chuckled, pulling you into a careful hug, being careful not to squish the now asleep child. “You two sleep well, okay?”

Milo snored softly against your shoulder as you walked through the paddock to your car, a stray tear rolled down your cheek. You’d promised yourself to try and stay neutral towards the drivers - and even though your relationship with Carlos was purely platonic - you found yourself feeling an intense ache in your chest.

Carefully, you laid Milo into his car seat and headed back to the hotel for the night. One good thing about being an important member of the team was they always got you the nicest hotel room; big enough for you and Milo to share without feeling like the toddler was on top of you. You glanced over at him as you worked on your laptop - he looked so peaceful.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Carlos beamed as he stepped into the venue to see it rammed full of his fellow drivers and colleagues. Sure, he was disappointed you weren’t there, but it was a feeling he’d have to get used to. Lando clapped him on the shoulder and handed him a beer before the pair of them moved over to Daniel and Charles.

“Our new teammates!” Lando grinned.

“Alright man?” Dan returned the smile and shook Lando’s hand. “Big crowd out tonight, huh?”

“Lots of changes on the grid. Think people either want to drink to forget or drink to celebrate.” Carlos laughed, ordering a round of beers for the group. “Have fun in Woking, Daniel. I cannot wait for Italy.”

“The change will be good for me I’m sure.” The oldest of driver’s huffed, taking a sip of his beer. “And I’m sorry, but where did Ferrari finish in the constructors this year?”

“Ouch, man!” Charles whined, clutching his chest in fake hurt. “We’ll be back fighting for podiums before you know it!”

“I’ll believe it when I see it!” Dan laughed. “I’m ready for a fresh start, new team.”

“You’re getting the best race engineer, man.” Carlos said, failing to hide the slight hurt in his voice. “She’s fantastic.”

“I've not had the pleasure of meeting her just yet. Is the kid I saw with you both today hers?”

Carlos acknowledged the question with a nod but gave no indication he was going to answer any further which only piqued Dan’s interest in you more. It wasn’t often, in fact it was rare, that the crew brought their kids to the track but he’d seen the little guy around for almost his whole life.

He wanted to figure you out and that would all start with a pre-season meeting.

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…so I know I said I was taking a break from writing a full fic, but turns out I was wrong 😅 the updates to this will not be as frequent as my older fics because of my new job so please be patient! I will work on it whenever I can 🧡 thank you all for all the support you’ve shown me x

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