#annie leclerc

[les-cris-des-fendues]

Ph. La bouquiniste

"Toute volonté d'introduire et de comprendre la femme dans la parole la plus constante de l'homme, et qui est celle du désir, est vouée à l'échec. Et quand je vois sous la plume d'un ami, un frère, un copain, soucieux de mettre lui aussi du cœur au ventre de nos luttes, quand je le vois se donner un mal fou, généreux qu'il est, pour nous assurer que nous aussi les femmes nous « bandons », que notre petit clitoris qui n'a l'air de rien se dresse lui aussi, tout comme un beau pénis, que le désir est donc pour nous aussi, que cette rage qui l'emporte est aussi la nôtre, je ris vraiment de tout mon cœur. D'abord parce que j'aime cette belle santé qui, pour évoquer le désir, laisse tomber « les ailes déployées », "l'arc tendu"  et autres « flèches dressées » et s'adresse crûment à ce qui le porte, l'érection. Ensuite parce que la courte vue d'une pensée toute entière née de la virilité, mais qui se veut asexuée à seule fin d'être approuvée de tous, s'étale ici de la façon la plus vive, la plus drôle… J'ai beau être touchée d'un tel parti pris de gentillesse, force m'est de reconnaître qu'un pénis bandé a tout de même plus d'allure, de conviction, de grandeur somme toute, que la secrète et confuse érection de mon petit clitoris… Eh non, mon clitoris n'est pas un pénis miniature, eh non je ne bande pas; pas plus que je n'éjacule… Et comme c'est drôle cette bonne volonté de me donner en propre ce qui ne me plaît pourtant que dans la mesure où ça ne m'appartient pas. C'est si mal deviner ce que j'aime. Est-ce à dire que je ne suis qu'une planche à pain, un réceptacle à désir, un trou à remplir, un manque à combler ? Est-ce à dire que je n'éprouve pas le désir ? Si vous vouliez entendre par désir autre chose aussi que la diurne fulgurance de votre érection, si vous pouviez pressentir un autre versant au désir, versant nocturne délié de contrainte ; appel, attente, attente ivre et gonflée d'attendre, élargissement, dilatation, , si vous pouviez un seul instant cesser d'associer désir à projet, émergence et jaillissement hors de soi, alors je pourrais aussi jouir de votre mot, en jouer avec ma langue, le cogner contre mes dents, m'en caresser les lèvres et le couler dans le creux de votre oreille… Mais si votre désir savait l'immensité de ce qu'il pénètre, la profonde matière de ce qu'il traverse, l'accueil déployé à sa parole, jamais il n'aurait la sotte impudence de me confondre à lui.

C'est que vous ne voyez jamais plus loin que le bout de votre queue, au point ultime et sans au-delà où s'achève votre désir. Jusque là vous êtes d'impénitents voyants ; au-delà aveugles même sur votre aveuglement. Ainsi je ne reproche pas à l'homme la virilité de sa pensée. Je lui reproche de ne pas compter avec elle. Je lui reproche de la dissimuler et, ce faisant, de l'imposer sous le vocable trompeur de l'Homme, où la féminité est réduite au silence."

P.122, 123.

Annie Leclerc « Parole de femme » Livre de poche

[formulanni]

Remnants

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[pookiepiastri]

Ollie Bearman’s first ever F1 race being Jeddah…

[pastryleclerc]

hot girl problems: not being able to decide which of your celeb crushes you fantasize about in order to fall asleep

[pipiteer]

charles leclerc (dan istitene, 2022) // joan of arc (faith) (annie louisa swynnerton, ca. 1900-1905)

(charles x art, 14/?)

[whiskeyswriting]

Baylie x Charles x Max

Long Live (Taylor's Version) - Taylor Swift

There was no easy way to explain them. They just were. Max and Charles had always been and would always be Baylie’s big love. They were there for her when she needed someone on her corner the most. The three of them had endured so much pain since childhood: they lost friends, the lost family, they were yelled at to be better.

Monza Grand Prix 2023 would always be one of their shared memory. All three of them were at the podium and holding up their trophies.

When they gave us our trophies

And we held them up for our town

And the cynics were outraged

Screaming, "This is absurd"

'Cause for a moment, a band of thieves

In ripped up jeans got to rule the world

Baylie looked out to the crowd and spotted Alana. When their eyes met, the girls smiles just grew. Not long ago they learned that they are half sisters. This moment was one that Baylie would always cherish. She turned to her boys and told them: “Long live all the mountains we moved. I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you.”

The boys shares a knowing smirk and sprayed Baylie with the champagne to start the celebrations.

[dhufflebee]

Snippet of an interview with Carlo Vanzini (Sky Italy's Formula 1 commentator) and Filippo Grondona | Lo.Stagista podcast & youtube

Where does the nickname Il Predestinato come from? (aka no wonder young Charles was called LeDevil 😭)

FG: Charles himself talks about it in interviews – “What’s your nickname?” “Il predestinato” – How did that come about? CV: It became popular when he won in Monza. I'd already used it in Spa for his first win, but I had been using it since he was driving for Alfa Romeo. It all originates from a meet-up when Charles was maybe 15 years old. [Then Ferrari sporting director] Massimo Rivola decided he should attend a communication/PR course, and brought him to Sky [Italy’s offices]. FG: To learn how to interact with the media? CV: Yeah, to take some sort of class. There was a meeting, then we had a mock-press conference where i asked: “Today you start from pole and your teammate is fighting for the title, what are you going to do?” “Well, I drive to win so i’ll try and win my own race.” Which is a perfect answer for us [Sky journalists] because we speak with Charles coutless times, but a less-than-perfect answer for you [the general public] because it inevitably stirs up controversy, like “he won’t help his teammate...” So, the answer [he should have given] is: “I drive to win, but if i need to help my teammate or the team asks me to do something i’ll obviously work with the team”. This is a level-headed, less exciting answer for sure, but one that doesn’t cause any problems. Then this kid [Charles] follows me outside and tells me: “It was the question that was wrong. It’s never going to happen that we’ll manage to be fighting for the championship and it’s my teammate fighting for it instead of me.”

[rosyblooom]

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Fumbling, you struggle to insert the key into the lock, a task made unexpectedly difficult by your husband's impatience. His gentle kisses land on the nape of your neck, his soft whispers proving to be an unwelcome distraction. "Stop it! Can't you wait until we're inside?" you scold, attempting to maintain focus. But his arms remain securely wrapped around your waist, his affectionate gestures relentless. "Remember, we have to face the babysitter the moment we open the door."

"Mhm," Charles hums against your skin, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine and a suppressed smile to your lips. You curse silently at the six-inch heels you foolishly chose, your knees growing weaker with each passing second, the shoes only exacerbating the situation.

With a soft click, the door swings open, a rush of relief flooding through you as you silently thank your lucky stars. But before you can fully absorb the scene, the familiar sound of footsteps, accompanied by a beloved voice, reaches your ears.

"Maman!" Your daughter's enthusiastic embrace threatens to topple you as her tiny arms envelop your thighs. The warmth of Charles beside you momentarily dissipates as he steps back, a look of surprise crossing his features.

Running a hand through his beard, he gently tousles D/N's hair as he asks, "What are you doing up so late, love?"

Annie, your babysitter, interjects with a sheepish grin. "I'm sorry, I tried to get her to bed, but she insisted you guys were making apple pie tonight." She scratches the back of her neck, shrugging apologetically. "I did my best, but this little one is quite determined, as I've come to learn. Right, D/N?" Annie redirects her attention downward, addressing your daughter.

“You promised me apple pie, Maman!” D/N's insistent plea rings out, her small fingers grasping the fabric of your dress. “And I want it now! I want it now! I want it now!”

Kneeling down to her level, you gently place a finger to your lips. “Alright, D/N, I can hear you, but not so loud. Remember, at night-time, we use our inside voice, okay?” Tenderly, you intertwine your hands with hers, tracing comforting circles on the back of her hands.

D/N nods solemnly and whispers, “You promised me you’d make apple pie, and I want it now. Papa,” she turns her pleading gaze to Charles, releasing herself from your grasp and wrapping her arms around him. “I’ve been waiting all day for this, please, Papa.”

Motioning for you to handle the situation with Annie, Charles scoops D/N up, settling her on his hip before disappearing down the hallway and into the kitchen.

You straighten up, offering Annie an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry about that,” you say, reaching into your bag and retrieving an envelope labelled ‘Annie’s pay’. With a gentle gesture, you extend your arm, offering it to her. “This covers today, plus a tip, of course.”

Annie shakes her head, pushing the envelope back towards you. “I can’t accept this. I mean, I failed at getting her to sleep.”

“What?” You try to keep your voice steady, but frustration seeps through. “No, absolutely not.” Determinedly, you grasp her hand, pressing the envelope into her palm before folding it closed. “This is your money; you showed up today and did amazing, as usual. I promised D/N something, so that’s on me, really.”

She tilts her head, her brows furrowing slightly. “Are you sure, Mrs. Leclerc?”

You let out a hum. “How many times do I have to tell you? It’s just Y/N. None of that Mrs. stuff in this house, please,” you chuckle, “you're making me feel old.”

“Right, sorry, Y/N,” Annie quickly corrects herself.

Satisfied, you nod. “We’re getting there… But yes, I am absolutely sure. You deserve every single cent. Seriously,” you emphasise, “you’re a huge help to my family.”

"Alright, thank you, Y/N," Annie retrieves her bag from the hook on the wall and opens the door. "Have a good night."

"You too, Annie. Thanks again."

With a sudden slam, the door startles you for a moment before you release a long breath. You kick off your heels, relieved to be free of the "death traps" as you call them. As your feet meet the cool marble floor, a wave of calm washes over you, releasing the tension from your shoulders. It's exactly what you needed. Feeling much better, you slip off your coat and hang it beside the door before making your way into the kitchen.

A short while later…

"Alright," you lean over the counter, your forearms resting on the cool top, a warmth spreading through your heart as you watch Charles holding D/N in his arms, gently swaying side to side as they dance.

"That's what your mum and I were doing after we finished eating," he whispers.

D/N's high-pitched giggles fill the room, her tiny hand gripping a couple of Charles' fingers. "I want to come next time," she says, turning her head towards you. "Please, please, can I come next time, Maman?"

"Yes," you smile, "of course. Next time, you'll join us for our little anniversary date, okay?"

"Yay!" your daughter raises her hands in excitement, her face beaming.

Recalling the original plan, you clap your hands together. "Alright, D/N, are you still sure you want apple pie tonight? Not tomorrow or the day af—?"

"No, no, no!" she interrupts. "I want apple pie now!"

"Okay, okay… Time to wash your hands then, honey."

D/N squirms in Charles' grip, and when he finally releases her, she races for the sink in the corner of the room, immediately flicking the tap on.

Charles chuckles at the sight before turning his attention to you, stepping closer. You straighten up from the counter just in time as his hands envelop you, trapping you between the counter and his body.

"Looks like our plans will have to wait until later, huh?" you whisper, your voice taking on a sultry tone as your fingers trail up his broad chest, halting on his black tie, starting to unravel it.

Charles leans down, his warm breath slipping into the gap between your parted lips, the sweet tinge of red wine coating your tongue. "Looks like it… But I can wait, mon cœur," his voice resonates breathily as he closes the remaining distance between your faces, his soft lips meeting yours, hungry yet gentle. The kiss is brief, barely lasting long enough for you to savour the moment, though he captures your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging at it slightly before releasing his hold and pulling away.

Remembering your husband’s earlier impatience when you were struggling to open the front door, you fold his tie and set it aside before raising a single brow, asking, “Oh, can you now?”

Charles nods with a sly smile, but before he can respond, D/N beats him to it, diverting your attention as she waltzes towards you.

“Hands are washed!” she exclaims, shaking her hands dry.

"Good job, darling." You slip from Charles’ embrace, grabbing the kitchen roll off the counter and passing it to D/N. "Here."

Once you and Charles have washed your hands, you begin assigning roles. "Baby," you address your husband, pointing, "You’ll chop up the apples, and D/N…" You tilt your head down at your daughter standing in the middle of the kitchen, her smile brimming with excitement. "Do you want to make the shortcrust pastry with me, honey?"

To your surprise, D/N shakes her head and rushes to Charles’ side, her cheek pressed against him. "I want to do what Papa is doing. I don’t want to work with you, Maman."

The admission elicits laughter from you and Charles, his chuckles resonating loudly through the room as D/N pulls open a few drawers and retrieves a butter knife and a chopping board before settling down at the dining table, her back turned to you.

As you turn around, you feel Charles’ strong arms enclose around your waist, his warm hands settling onto your stomach as he whispers into your ear, "You heard the little lady. Everything's just so much more fun with her dad, you know?"

“Shut the fuck up” you quip, jabbing him with your elbow.

“I heard that!”

D/N's words cause you to pivot, fixing your gaze on the back of her head. “I’m sorry, D/N, I shouldn’t have said that,” you concede, shooting a discreet glance at Charles. “It’s just that your father has a knack for being an annoying sh—” You cut yourself off before the insult fully forms, forcing a tight-lipped smile as Charles's laughter reverberates. “Let’s just say, he can be an annoying husband sometimes, you know?”

“No! Papa is never annoying, you’re wrong,” she counters, shooting you a reproachful look before redirecting her attention to Charles, waving. “Come on, Papa, I really want apple pie. Hurry up, I’ve already started!”

“Coming, my love,” Charles murmurs softly, turning back to you and lifting your chin with a gentle touch. He places a tender kiss on your lips, then rests his forehead against yours. “So, I’m an annoying husband, huh?”

You smile and give a nonchalant shrug. “I could've said worse, trust me.”

“Papa!” D/N's voice rings out.

Charles barely flinches at your daughter's outburst, only chuckling softly and shaking his head as he moves toward the dining table, grabbing a cutting board and a knife along the way.

“Guys, we only need about eight to ten apples!” you call out from across the kitchen.

Charles winks at you. “Perfect, we have nine.”

Without further delay, you gather the ingredients for a shortcrust pastry and begin to mix them together.

Some time later…

As you finish rolling out the second dough, D/N rushes over, balancing a large bowl of sliced apples in her arms, and exclaims, “Here, Maman! We finished!”

"Thank you so much, my love," you reply, guiding her to settle the bowl onto the counter before heading towards the oven to turn it on.

Charles lifts D/N onto the counter, and you reach into the cupboard to retrieve the cinnamon, salt, flour, and sugar, handing them to your daughter. With a few instructions, she sprinkles the ingredients into the bowl of apples and begins stirring eagerly.

As D/N continues, you feel Charles' arms wrap around you, and he mischievously pinches the side of your waist, prompting you to shriek and swat his hand away, shooting him a playful glare. "Stop that!"

Once everything's mixed together, D/N eagerly assists you in assembling the pie while Charles holds open the oven door for you to slide it in.

"Perfect," you exclaim, clapping your hands together. "We did really well."

D/N squeals with excitement, jumping up and down before extending her hand towards you, palm facing up. "High-five, Maman!"

You promptly oblige, meeting her hand with yours before she moves on to Charles.

Two hours later…

"Two scoops of vanilla ice cream on your slice?" you inquire, arching an eyebrow at your daughter, who struggles to keep her head up, her eyes fluttering closed momentarily before snapping back open.

"Huh?" she mumbles, rubbing her eyes. "Yes, I'm starving, Maman."

You share a knowing glance with Charles, his dimples appearing as he smiles.

With a nod of understanding, you heap two scoops of ice cream onto her slice of golden apple pie, pushing the plate towards D/N.

Both you and Charles observe quietly as she struggles to eat even a single forkful before conceding defeat with a sigh.

Looking up from her plate, D/N's eyes flit between you and Charles, a sheepish smile playing on her lips. "Actually... I'm not hungry anymore." Before you can respond, she hops up from her seat, declaring, "I'm tired. I’m going to bed now."

She gives Charles a goodnight hug, then comes to you, avoiding eye contact as she quickly embraces you. "Good night, Maman."

In the blink of an eye, she vanishes from the kitchen, her footsteps on the marble floor echoing faintly as she races down the corridor, until they're drowned out by the resounding slam of her bedroom door.

You and Charles share a glance, both of you unable to contain your laughter.

After the laughter subsides, you stand up, holding D/N’s plate, and remark, “I’ll pop this in the freezer.”

As you finish storing everything away, Charles rinses the final plate and settles it onto the drying rack. Patting his hands on a paper towel, he fixes you with a tender gaze.

Though you know it's irrational, a wave of insecurity washes over you, making you acutely aware of all your perceived flaws.

"I love you. Happy wedding anniversary to us, mon cœur," Charles' sweet words halt your anxious thoughts as he closes the distance between you, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

Your breath catches as his tongue traces patterns across your collarbone, his teeth gently nibbling at your flesh.

It takes considerable effort to suppress a moan, but you manage to respond, "I love you, baby. Here's to at least eighty more."

You feel Charles' smile against your skin before he raises his head, eliciting a whimper as the cool air grazes your now raw neck. Before the sound can fully escape, Charles silences it by pressing his lips firmly against yours. The tension that had built up earlier floods over you like a tsunami, his hands exploring your body as your tongues dance, vying for dominance, until he breaks away abruptly.

Both of you are left breathless.

Once he catches his breath, Charles extends his hand to you, which you grasp eagerly—you need all the support you can get to avoid collapsing onto the floor; your legs feel like jelly.

Noticing your predicament, Charles' lips curl into a proud smile, prompting an eye roll from you as he effortlessly scoops you into his arms, bridal style, and plants a tender kiss on your cheek.

"I think we should continue this in the bedroom, mon cœur," he whispers, carrying you down the hallway, anticipation making your teeth capture your bottom lip.

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Points Have Been Made - Charles Leclerc/Reader/Max Verstappen

Words: 3,363 Summary: Max and Charles find out something happened to their girlfriend. Note(s): Thank you Mak for commissioning this! Mentions of medical stuff, infertility (not reader). One German word, one Dutch word, some French words. Jenson Button appears in this fic, because uh, well, I love him and honestly, I’d like to think (write) him having a weird soft spot for Max (and Charles) after seeing him more recently around Logan.

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“Max.” He lets out a hum, his focus on the car and racing line into turn nine. “Box box.” “What?” His eyes flick up to where a yellow or red flag would be waved but there isn’t anything. “I’ve only done three laps on these tires.” “Box box.” His brows furrow beneath his helmet and balaclava at the non-answer.

Pulling off the track and into the pit lane, his fingers tap against the wheel as they pull his car back into the garage. He sits there expecting the mechanics to make some sort of adjustments but instead they start doing what they do at the end of a session, cooling the car down, prepping it for its next use.

He feels a slight pressure to the top of his helmet and then GP is in his line of sight, leaning into his space and car, perfectly helping to cover him with the mechanics and engineers, so the camera can’t see inside. “Something happened, Max. Session is over for you.” His heart starts thudding in his chest, panic threatening to overtake him. “What happened?” His voice is muffled by the helmet but he knows that GP hears it from the way his frown deepens. “Out of the car, Max. We’re doing our best to not let cameras see in, but who knows how long that will last.” Max looks at the mechanics and engineers and only now takes note of how they’re standing. It’s a carefully constructed wall, not allowing the cameras to see him at all. “Alright.” He murmurs.

He focuses on his hands as he disconnects the steering wheel, resting it on top of the car before pulling his gloves off. He doesn’t know why but he expects them to be shaking, but they’re perfectly still, like always. Jaw clenched, he stands, bending at the waist to grab the steering wheel and put it back on before hopping out of the car.

It’s odd to take his helmet off, passing it gratefully to Annie who whisks it and his gloves away.

“What happened?” He asks GP again. A hand is pressed against his back, pushing him to walk and he does. Undoing the near too tight collar of the race suit as he walks. It’s only once they’ve nearly disappeared behind the wall, where outside cameras aren’t allowed that GP speaks. “It’s about Y/N.” And the rug disappears out from underneath his feet.

—

“I’m okay, mama. I promise.” She says, tucking the phone between her shoulder and ear as she rubs at her head. “You're sick. And I know that neither Max or Charles is with you.” “I will be okay, I’m a big girl.” “Your my baby.”

Her heart clenches at her mom’s words. All of her friends growing up and even some now all thought of her mother as overbearing, with the weekly phone calls, daily check ins and texts, but she was her mother’s only child. She grew up knowing that she was supposed to have siblings, that she was never supposed to be an only child, but it hadn’t worked that way for her mother and it had made her protective of her only child.

“I know, mama. But I’m okay.” Her words nearly flatter as a wave of dizziness hits her, but she pushes it away, clutching at the counter with her left hand as her right rubs at her temple. “The weather just changed here in Monaco. Y’know how that goes.” Her mom makes a noise, not believing her. “Pascale will be coming over for dinner, to check on me. Charles' orders. Will you believe her?” “Oh, Kindchen.” Her voice is soft, so reminiscent of her childhood. “It is not that I don’t believe you. It is that you are always the last to notice when you are unwell.” “I will be okay and she will text you to update you. Now go to your book club. I know that it is today.” “It’s not a book club!” “It’s a book club, mama.” She laughs, wincing immediately at the way the movement makes her feel unsteady. “I’ll call you first thing tomorrow alright?” “Alright.” She agrees. “Love you.” “I love you too.”

As soon as her mom hangs up, she takes a deep ragged breath. Her hand on her forehead, that’s damp now with sweat which makes her nose wrinkles, grasps at her phone before setting it on the counter.

It’s only when it knocks into something she realizes she’s had her eyes closed and she doesn’t know for how long. Opening them, she blinks at how bright the kitchen is. Turning her head slowly, her nose wrinkles up again at how the sun is positioned in the sky. No wonder it was so bright.

Letting go of the counter and taking a step towards the living room, she swears when a wave of dizziness rushes over again and she’s clutching at the counter again. The edge of it digging into both of her palms.

“Fuck.” She breathes when it’s passed. She watches as a bead of sweat drips off of her onto arm. She needed a shower. She needed to shower before Pascale got here. With the reminder of Pascale coming in a few hours she takes a few more deep breaths before letting go of the counter and walking.

Only it isn’t just a wave of dizziness that hits her, but a tidal wave and before she can catch herself, she falls to the floor, head hitting the tile hard and knocking her out.

—

“What happened to her?” Max asks, feet seeming to be glued to the floor as GP tries to push him deeper. “GP, what happened?” GP looks around before leaning into his space, a hand on the back of his neck pressing, and Max lets him push his head down. “Pascale found her passed out, she hit her head on the way down. They’re still waiting for test results.” “But,” His mind is whirling, trying and failing to understand what is happening. “Where is Charles?” If GP is surprised by his next question he doesn’t show it. “He’s still out there. He just about told Xavi to fuck himself when Xavi told him to abort his lap.” Normally that would make Max smirk, chuckle but he can’t be bothered. “I need to tell him. He can’t hear it from Xavi or Fred.” “Andrea was going to tell him.” Max shakes his head. “She’s in Monaco. Charles can’t find out by himself.” He looks at GP pleadingly and the older man nods. “I know, go and get out of your race suit and you can go right on over. Fred is expecting you.” Max quickly claps GP on the shoulder. “Thank you. Thank you.” He rushes to say again as he moves quickly to his room.

—

Charles is grinning as his car is pulled into the garage. He doesn’t know what Xavi was thinking, telling him to abandon that lap. It was amazing. And yes he knew that his session was over, cut short due to a new setup that they wanted to try out, but it was fine. This track had always treated him nicely and with this car, it would hopefully even treat him to a win or he mused considering Max, second place.

Climbing out of the car and pulling his gloves and then helmet off, he doesn’t notice the way the engineers and mechanics are blocking the cameras from seeing anything, or the worried looks from Fred and Xavi. He just notices the worry on Andrea’s face when he catches sight of Max, standing just out of sight if you look into the garage, close to where the drivers rooms are. And he does notice the look on Max’s face, it makes his stomach drop and he rushes to him, not even murmuring a thank you to Jean who takes his helmet and gloves from him.

“Max,” he breathes, hands fluttering before they rest gently on his face. “What happened, Mon coeur?” “Charles,” his name is broken up by a stuttered breath. “Did something happen to Sophie? Vic? Luke? Leo? Jos?” Max shakes his head at every name. Dread fills him even more. “Y/N?” Max’s eyes close and he nods. “No.”

“Charles.” Andrea’s voice is in his ear, ushering him forward. “Let’s get you both somewhere private.” He nods, letting his hands fall away from Max’s face, though he can’t help but to grab Max’s hand, intertwining their fingers, needing the touch, and Max clearly does too with the way he squeezes his hand back.

As soon as his driver's room door shuts, Andrea speaks again before Charles can ask anything.

“Pascale called me maybe ten minutes ago. She went over to yours for dinner, to check on Y/N and found her passed out on the kitchen floor.” Charles makes a wounded noise and his already tight grip on Max’s hand grows worse and the barely older man doesn’t even wince or jump. Doesn’t seem to notice. “They’re at the hospital.” Andrea’s voice is somehow even gentler than before when he says it. “They are at?” “Yes.” “Oh, maman.” He murmurs, feeling tears prick his eyes and Max drops his hand, wrapping an arm around him, bringing him close. “They are waiting for test results.” Max says. “GP made me box. He told me and I rushed over here.” “I,” Charles shudders. “Is she okay? I mean she passed out on the floor. How?” “I don’t know. They only just got there or at least that’s what it sounded like.” Charles nodded. “Thank you, Andrea. For getting a hold of GP.” Andrea sends Max a look. “Of course, Max.”

Andrea leaves the room, leaving them alone and Max as soon as the door shuts, wraps Charles completely in a hug, holding him tight as he tries to comfort himself with at least having one of his partners healthy and safe in his arms.

“I,” Charles struggles again. “I should call someone to go be with maman. She shouldn’t be there alone. Not at least till I can get there.” “Charles,” Max starts to say and Charles shakes his head, pushing away. “No, Max. I know it is a race weekend. But it is just a two-hour flight away, I can be back before qualifying if it is not too bad.” “Charles,” he tries again. “I have to go. I can’t just be here while she is unwell.” “Charles,” and this time Max is holding his face, making him incapable of speaking. “I am going with you. Fuck the race. If it is bad, it is not like we will lose our spots in the championship. Everyone else is more than forty points behind, we will be fine. Let me call my pilot, the jet will be ready by the time we get to the airport.” “Merci, Max.” Charles breaths, pressing their lips together. “Merci.”

—

“Pascale?” She mumbles when she opens her eyes and sees the woman sitting beside her. “Did I fall asleep?” She tries to sit up but her head aches, making her groan, and Pascale is gently pushing her back down. “Lay down, sweetheart.” “What?” Her eyes wander around the room as she realizes this isn’t her, Max, and Charles shared place. It’s far too clean, sterile. She tries to lift her arm and winces when there’s a tugging sensation. Her eyes fall to her arm and more confusion builds as she sees an IV. “Pascale, what happened?” “I found you passed out on the kitchen floor.” “But,” she couldn’t have passed out. Right? Her mind struggled to remember it. She knew she had been feeling dizzy, but enough to pass out. “Are we at the hospital?” “We are.” Pascale’s hand pats hers. “I will be right back. I’m going to get the nurse, okay?” She nods and as Pascale darts out the room, her eyes land on someone sitting just outside her room. “Jenson?”

—

“Anything new?” Charles shakes his head, frowning at his phone. “Like before, they knew that she was dehydrated as soon as she came in but they are still waiting for everything else to come back.” “What is taking so long? Is it money?” Max runs his hand through his hair, before he looks at Charles. “Call them, the hospital. Throw your name around, prince of Monaco.” “Max.” Charles hisses. “I am not the prince of Monaco. And I can’t call them. Nothing will happen if I call.” He huffs, slumping back in his seat.

It's silent for a moment.

“Are you,” “Yes, I’m sure, Max.” He reaches over and squeezes Max’s hand before tangling their fingers together, lifting them to give him a kiss. “We will be there soon.”

—

She tries her best to focus on the doctor as they examine her but her eyes keep going to Jenson. Now inside of her room and standing in the corner, arms crossed over his chest as he watches intently.

“You have a mild concussion from the fall. The back of your head will be tender.” “But why did she faint?” The doctor frowns, “Normally I’d have the answer for you. But our lab is abnormally backed up and we are down to one lab technician. As soon as the results are in, I will be back to give them to you.” “Take your time.” She smiles.

Jenson shakes his head when the doctor leaves. “How does Monaco, of all places, have only one lab technician working?” “Jenson, what are you doing here?” He smiles at her, coming closer to her and bending quickly to press a kiss to her cheek. “Max texted me. Asked me to keep you and Pascale company. I was already here in Monaco.” She smiles at the older driver. He and Max’s friendship wasn’t too well known, but they talked often. Then she frowns, because Max had asked him. “Max asked you?” Her eyes then look over at Pascale. “I texted Andrea.” She nods. “Can you tell them I’m okay. There is no need to worry.” “Sweetheart.” “Pascale, I’m okay. I haven’t felt dizzy since I woke up, my head hurts a little from the concussion that’s all.”

Before Pascale can respond her attention is drawn away by the sound of the room door practically being thrown up and two voices on top of each other.

“Cheri!” “Schat!”

—

“We were so worried.” Charles murmurs, holding her face gently. “How is your head feeling?” Max asks, sitting beside her on the bed, arm wrapped around her. “I’m okay.” She smiles at both of them. “My head hurts a bit, but that will go away soon enough.” Charles frowns, fingers gently brushing over her cheekbones, before he drops his hands to hold both of hers. “Are you sure? I’m sure we could get you some meds.” “I’m sure, Prince Charles could get you some meds.” Max whispers in her ear making her laugh while Charles sends him a dirty look, though a smile is playing on his lips. “Don’t listen to him, Cherie.” She smiles at Charles, carefully leaning forward to press their lips together. Before being even more careful as she turns her head to kiss Max.

“Thank you both for coming.” “Of course.” “Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” Charles and her both look at Max, eyebrows raised. “Okay, I can think of places I’d rather we be.” He admits. Charles shakes his head, “so silly.” He murmurs, leaning across her to kiss Max. “Now, why don’t we have your test results back yet?”

“There’s a backlog.” Jenson says, grinning when Charles jumps at the sound of his voice. “Max sent me over to keep them company as soon as you guys figured out the game plan.” Charles' entire face softens and Max flushes at the look their boyfriend sends him. “And they only have one lab technician.” Max lets out a curse. “Did you try bribing them?” “I could go try if you’d like.” Max starts to nod, but a knock sounds on the door and it opens.

She watches as the doctor blinks at the two new people in her room but ignores them, focusing on her. “I’ve got your results right here. Hypoglycemia. Low blood sugar and I mean very low blood sugar. When’s the last time you ate?” Her brows furrow.

She remembered eating Tuesday night with Max and Charles before they left. A nice dinner that her and Max made, Charles pouring them more drinks or chopping and stirring things. But she had eaten something the next morning hadn’t she? Her head throbs as she thinks, but she ignores it, trying to remember and winces from both the pain and the realization that she hadn’t eaten anything since Tuesday night.

“Tuesday night. I was going to eat breakfast on Wednesday but we were out of my breakfast bars and then I got so busy and I just wasn’t hungry.” “Are you not hungry often?” “Sometimes. But even then I make sure to eat at least one meal a day, I snack throughout. I’ve never done this before.” They nod. “As long as this isn’t a normal occurrence, I don’t see an issue. But, you need to make sure you are eating often. You don’t want to be back in here because you forgot to eat and it made your blood sugar drop.” “Of course. Thank you so much.” They nod. “I’ll get your discharge paperwork done and as soon as you're finished with the bag, you’ll be free to go.”

—

“When are you guys flying back?” She asks, Max’s head in her lap, her fingers combing through his hair as she leans against Charles. Max makes a face. “We won’t be.”

Charles and him had both talked about it as they got Pascale home and she settled in. Their teams would be unhappy, but it wasn’t like they could be overtaken in the championship. They could live. And they had two weeks after this with no racing. Two weeks where they could make sure she was eating, taking care of herself. And she’d be going to the next race anyway. This had been a sort of one-off due to all the things that had piled up at home.

“What do you mean you won’t be?” “We can miss a race. Max is twenty points ahead of me, I am forty-seven points ahead of Oscar.” “I have so many questions about that.” She murmurs, because god what was this season. Checo barely hung onto fourth in the championship with George hunting him down, Lewis and Lando hunting down George. Barely fifteen points collectively separating third to seventh. Charles snorts. “Many people would like to know the same.” “You should go though. Put more of a lead in the points.” Max and Charles share a look, a bit hard with their positions but they manage. “No.” They both agree. “I can survive not even two days. I’ll go stay with Pascale. Have Arthur stay with me. Or Jenson since he’s here in Monaco.” “No.” They say again at the same time. “You are far more important than another twenty-five or eighteen points.” Max continues. She sighs, looking at them both. “Three stubborn people is way too many people in a relationship.” “I think it’s perfect.” “Suck up.” Max coughs and Charles flicks him on the forehead. “Says you.”

“Boys, settle down.” “Love you.” They chorus. She shakes her head, sighing. “If you will not go without me, I will just go with you.” “You have a concussion.” “A mild concussion. And we all know that you have flown before with a concussion, Charles.” He pouts, “it was just once.” “Twice.” Max coughs and Charles flicks him again.

“I will go with you tomorrow. Just please make the flight later than eight am.” “Done.” Max says, already texting his flight crew. “Thank you.” She starts to bend to kiss Max, when her face is redirected to look at Charles and he kisses her. She expects Max to whine but as soon as Charles is done, Max is turning her head the other way, no longer laying in her lap, to kiss her as well.

@fanboyluvr @teti-menchon0604 @darleneslane @ironspdy @rewmuslupin @copper-boom @eutrizbea @namgification @eugene-emt-roe @skepvids @elliegrey2803 @stopeatread @hiireadstuff

[countingstars-17]

Charles Leclerc and Alexandra Saint Mleux walk in the Paddock prior to final practice ahead of the F1 Grand Prix of Emilia-Romagna at Autodromo Enzo e Dino Ferrari Circuit on May 18, 2024 in Imola, Italy. (Kym Illman / Anni Graf)

[formulanni]

Lestappen as The Lovers Tarot:

The Lovers card is the seventh Major Arcana card in the tarot deck. It's all about love, deep connections, and attraction. This card embodies the idea of unconditional love and the concept of twin flames, or a balance of forces. It signifies a strong bond and harmony between people.

[alasarys]

Recommended books for the drivers from BookPeople, Austin, Texas (insta)

Daniel Ricciardo: Friday Night Lights – "... every Friday night from September to December, when the Permian High School Panthers play football, this West Texas town becomes a place where dreams can come true."

Lando Norris: Assassin's Apprentice – "Fitz ... must give up his old ways and embrace a new life of weaponry, scribing, courtly manners; and how to kill a man secretly, as he trains to become a royal assassin."

Alex Albon: My Brilliant Friend – "... a rich, intense and generous-hearted story about two friends ... a touching meditation on the nature of friendship."

Logan Sargeant: Once Upon a Time in Hollywood – "hilarious, delicious, and brutal"

Yuki Tsunoda: A Cook's Tour – "the unpredictable adventures of America's boldest and bravest chef."

Carlos Sainz: Great American Golf Stories – "some of the best classic writings, both fact and realistic fiction, that reflect the rich history, tradition, agony, and ecstasy of one of our most enduring and endearing pastimes."

Oscar Piastri: Iona Iverson's Rules for Commuting – "It turns out that talking to strangers can teach you about the world around you--and even more about yourself."

Lance Stroll: Infinite Jest – "Set in an addicts' halfway house and a tennis academy, and featuring the most endearingly screwed-up family to come along in recent fiction, Infinite Jest explores essential questions about what entertainment is and why it has come to so dominate our lives; about how our desire for entertainment affects our need to connect with other people; and about what the pleasures we choose say about who we are."

Charles Leclerc: Every Good Boy Does Fine – "[Denk] reminds us that we must never stop asking questions about music and its purposes: consolation, an armor against disillusionment, pure pleasure, a diversion, a refuge, and a vehicle for empathy."

Lewis Hamilton: The Boy with a Bird in his Chest – "A heartbreaking yet hopeful novel about the things that make us unique and lovable, The Boy with a Bird in His Chest grapples with the fear, depression, and feelings of isolation that come with believing that we will never be loved, let alone accepted, for who we truly are, and learning to live fully and openly regardless."

Max Verstappen: Atomic Habits – "Atomic Habits will reshape the way you think about progress and success, and give you the tools and strategies you need to transform your habits--whether you are a team looking to win a championship ..."

Zhou Guanyu: A Visible Man – "When Edward Enninful became the first Black editor-in-chief of British Vogue, few in the world of fashion wanted to confront how it failed to represent the world we live in. But Edward, a champion of inclusion throughout his life, rapidly changed that."

Pierre Gasly: Misery – "He's a bestselling novelist who has finally met his biggest fan. Her name is Annie Wilkes and she is more than a rabid reader – she is Paul's nurse, tending his shattered body after an automobile accident. But she is also his captor, keeping him prisoner in her isolated house."

Valtteri Bottas: Foundryside – "To have a chance at surviving ... Sancia will have to marshal unlikely allies ... and undergo her own transformation ..."

Fernando Alonso: The House of the Spirits – "an enthralling saga that spans decades and lives, twining the personal and the political into an epic novel of love, magic, and fate."

Kevin Magnussen: The Daily Dad – "366 Meditations on Parenting, Love, and Raising Great Kids"

Sergio Perez: Bad Feminist – "an inspiring call-to-arms of all the ways we still need to do better"

Building on the excellent work by @vegasgrandprix and @kritischetheologie

[vertigothirtythr33]

Dreaming of Daffodils

Masterlist | Next Chapter

“didn’t you flash your green eyes at me”

Special thank you to @wincherthottie for helping me piece together the fic lore lol she’s amazing 😋!

Part One

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Reader x Charles Leclerc (Ex-Boyfriend)

Warning: Cheating

A/n: No hate to charlotte or charles i literally love them it’s just for the story

Summary: You dated Charles for 2 years before calling it quits after you caught him with your childhood best friend. Luckily, Daniel Ricciardo (your best friend) was there for you.

Faceclaim: Florence Pugh

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yourusername

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yourusername two years of you and your horrible pasta, i love you ❤️

charles_leclerc oh c’mon you love my pasta

yourusername @/charlesleclerc me when i’m delusional

y/nswife please they’re so cute

pierregasly his cooking skills are non existent

ferrari5516version if charles doesn’t marry her i will

y/n16 charles can’t cook… confirmed 😭

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc due anni, ti amo ❤️

[translation: 2 years, i love you ❤️]

sainz_leclerc so cuteeee

chairleclerk if they break up i won’t believe in love anymore

55sainzlov3r They are meant to be!!!

yourusername @/charles_leclerc Forever and always amore mio <3

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yourusername

yourusername We pretended it could last forever

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[dayslynthesix]

Pirates | Charles Leclerc x Button!reader | bonus part

considering that today is charles leclerc international day here's a collection of all elise's birthday posts to charles for the last years

hope you enjoy it!

happy birthday to charlie boy

elisebutton

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elisebutton of all taylor swift ways to say i love you i will go with: and at every table i'll save you a seat, happy birthday, cuore mio, there's no words to describe how much i love you. i wish you the world. I DON'T KNOW ABOUT ME BUT YOURE FEELING 22.

charles_leclerc thank you, mon couer, i love you

jensonbutton happy birthday, charles. it is very pleasant to have you on the family.

pierregasly so cheesy

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october 16, 2019

elisebutton

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elisebutton what a privilege to spend another year by your side. happy birthday, cuore mio, it's amazing to go for night swims with you and pretend that us booth are sirens. i will always love you. happy 23.

charles_leclerc you weren't supposed to tell people about the sirens part 🤔

charles_leclerc leclerc thank you my love ❤

maxverstappen1 oh i see, your are here 2 years, im here 10, and charles is already playing sirens with you

jensonbutton another year, another post of my daughter kicking her feets smiling at the phone

elisebutton i see, i embarrassed charles and you embarrass me in payback, i knew that you liked him more

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october 16, 2020

elisebutton

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elisebutton happy 24 birthday to the one and only charles leclerc, love you my love, wishing you all the best. all's well that ends well to end up with you ❤

charles_leclerc for a couple of minutes i thought it was a all to well subtitle and i froze, thank you my love, missing you and website

maxverstappen1 thank god it was a lover lyrics, i was already calling 911 for daniel

scuderiaferrari elise and her taylor swift boy coded

user1 i just went to lis last posts about charles birthday and im so in love with them

user2 everyone was scared to death with the lyrics, but it was jus lis quoting lover

user3 i want what they have

october 16, 2021

elisebutton

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elisebutton happy birthday to my sea boy and i think we can be pirates (partners), love you to the moon and to saturn, you light up my life. happy 25.

charles_leclerc i love discovering new places with you, thank you babe ❤

jensonbutton happy birthday, charles, now please could you give me back my daughter?

scuderiaferrari take good care of our driver!

maxverstappen1 ill steal that boat because that will be probably the only way ill be able to go for a boat trip

user4 max, jenson and lis fighting to see who likes charles more

user5 "boat was steal by formula one world champion max verstappen, when asked about why he said it was because no one invited him for the boat trip"

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user6 KAIAJWJAIIWJWISIS the subtitle

user7 the way lis quote tswift to charles is why im still alive

october 16, 2022

elisebutton

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elisebutton one single threat of gold tied me to you. happy birthday my karma, my lover, my invisible string, i love you. see you in a couple of days. me, website, salem, my dad and my mom wish you a happy 26.

charles_leclerc i love how taytay references just grew bigger and bigger and i love you, looking forward to see you in a couple of days

laurencaspari he stole my wife, ill never forgive him for that (happy bday, charlie)

maxverstappen1 next year anniversary post will be just taylor lyrics and how there's no photo of the pets?

elisebutton im sorry max, website and salem are with my parents but ill ask them to send me pics of the pets so i can send it to you

maxverstappen1 that's why your my favorite teammate

danielricciardo what?

lewishamilton happy birthday and stuff but i just love the birthday tradition that lis created and every year im just scrolling through my insta account waiting for it

elisebutton i have a note on my phone with all the ways taylor says i love you and i choose one for each year 😩

pierregasly how can 2 people be so cheesy

elisebutton youre jealous because there's no cute post for you 😝

pierregasly i still think you don't like me

carlossainz55 cabronzito is 26 and there's no taylor song that say anything about that, it is probably a sad day to lis

danielricciardo happy birthday, mate, see you in vegas and we can celebrate

elisebutton WTF HAPPENED IN VEGAS?

cota we all know we're singing happy birthday to charles this weekend

laurencaspari and wishing to the happy birthday song to be followed by the monegasque anthem and the italian anthem

user8 hey maxverstappen1 what about you let your friend win this weekend?

maxverstappen1 if he gets the pole lis and i are going to defend

user9 max is like no one is overtaking my friend

user10 who could possibly imagine that charles and max would be actual friends in 2023? because it was not on my bingo card

user11 the last time max said something like that (monza, 2021) he crashed on the start so let's hope lis can do her things and not allow something like that again

elisebutton got ya!

october 16, 2023

[whiskeyswriting]

Charles x Baylie

Reputation Era 🐍

Songs and specific lyrics from Reputation that remind me of Charles Leclerc and Baylie Steele:

1. Delicate

Handsome, you're a mansion with a view

Do the girls back home touch you like I do?

2. King of My Heart

‘Cause all the boys and their expensive cars

With their Range Rovers and their Jaguars

Never took me quite where you do

3. New Year’s Day

I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe

Or if you strike out and you're crawling home

4. Gorgeous

If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her

But if you're single that's honestly worse

‘Cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts

5. Call It What You Want

I want to wear his initial

On a chain 'round my neck, chain 'round my neck

Not because he owns me

But 'cause he really knows me

Bonus Songs and Lyrics:

Getaway Car

Ridin' in a getaway car

There were sirens in the beat of your heart

Dress

Even in my worst times

You could see the best of me

Flashback to my mistakes

My rebounds, my earthquakes

Even in my worst lies

You saw the truth in me

And I woke up just in time

Now I wake up by your side

My one and only, my lifeline

[heartintact]

starter call! heart this post for a starter (or two) based on your wishlist. here's a list of the muses i've been feeling the most, i'll come to you to ask who you want:

allie sheridan. 23-26, she/her, bisexual, interviewer (madelyn cline fc).

alma mendoza. 28 - 32. she/her, bisexual, verse dependent (usually frustrated housewife) (adria arjona fc).

annie swanson. 25 - 27, she/her, bisexual, aspiring actress / nepo baby (sydney sweeney fc).

archer harrington. 21 - 24, he/him, straight, history student (dominic sessa fc).

asher pearson. 27-31, he/him, straight, professional hockey player (paul mescal fc | alt callum turner fc).

conrad nye. he/him, bisexual, verse dependent (usually camp counselor) / son of poseidon in his greek gods verse. (drew starkey fc).

dylan bradshaw. 23-25, he/him, bisexual, english lit major | alt marketing assistant (mason gooding fc).

iris reyes. 21-23, bisexual, film student | assistant to a movie director (jenna ortega fc).

kieran henley. 34 - 38, he/him, straight, CFO of a media company (oliver jackson-cohen fc).

liana velasco. 19 - 21, she/her, bisexual, sorority member / cheerleader (olivia rodrigo fc).

nolan arison. 33-37, he/him, straight, f1 driver (miles teller fc | alt charles leclerc fc).

olivia ‘liv’ harrington. 24 - 26, bisexual, english lit graduate (daisy edgar jones fc).

rex patten. 20 - 22, straight, gardener / country club caddy (louis partridge fc).

sienna harrington. 26 - 28, bisexual, manager of an inn (emily bader fc).

theon lindgren. 30 - 34, he/him, bisexual, cinematographer (bill skarsgård fc).

vera salazar. 23 - 25, bisexual, singer/songwriter (nicole wallace fc).

zion baxter. 27 - 29, he/him, straight, finance bro / son of hermes in his greek gods verse. (tom blyth fc).