#charles leclerc ff

[princessedesfleursss]

CL16E1

Pairing: charles leclerc x fem!girlfriend!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: sex, making out, mentions of cheating, sad/ happy ending (upto your interpretation)

This was the end. 

The last race that you’d ever be cheering for him and being on the sidelines for him. You’d no longer come to these race tracks to stand inside the Ferrari garage, wear the headset, catch a glimpse of yourself in the TV or even find yourself running over to hug him at the end of every race. 

For the very last time you watched Charles race along the tracks as you prayed that he won. Austrian GP was looking positive for him and it was towards the very last laps that had you clasping your hands together until your knuckles turned white for him to win the race. Your relationship was out of the question. No one was aware that this was the last time you’d be in this garage. Earlier that morning Charles and you had come to a decision. A decision that will leave you wrecked for the hours to come but one that you had tucked deep down your heart- somewhere no one would see it. 

At least until after the race. 

So when Charles secured P1 and enjoyed his victory up on the podium in front of the entire world to see you hadn’t expected him to come down and pull you in for a heartfelt kiss. You neither resisted nor gave in, just standing there in surprise. 

“Mon amour forgive me,” he begged, his eyes boring into yours with silent pleas. 

You looked back for a second, and to the cameras that flashed around you. Leaning in to leave a kiss on his cheek you whispered with a smile, “Let’s talk about this later.”

Charles didn’t fight back instead he nodded, placed a haste kiss on your forehead and continued celebrating his win. You simply took in the congratulations that were being passed at you with a small smile that adorned your lips. Thanking everyone, you made your way to the hotel wanting an early night. 

You had nothing to prepare. Your suitcase had been packed before the race. You had booked a flight back to where you lived. Once Charles came back to his place you just needed to remind yourself to get your things from his place. 

Unbeknownst to you, back at the tracks, Charles was frantically winding up his interviews and searching for you around the paddock. Asking every single person he set his sight across for you until he finally got a response from Lily, Alex’s girlfriend, that you went back to the hotel since you had wanted an early night. Deep down he knew the truth. He knew why you had gone back to the hotel room. He knew he was at wrong- that you were behaving like this because of him. He couldn’t help but want to take back all the shit he had told you this morning. 

Just as you opened the door to leave, Charles pushed in. A frantic face, widened blue eyes and an out of breath body. 

“Please listen to me mon chéri,” he said as he tried holding your hand, “Listen to me just this one time. I’m at wrong I know.”

Weakly, you let him hold onto your hands. Chanting inside that this was the last time and that you wanted to be nice to him before this closure- despite all what he did to you. 

Leaning his forehead against yours and rubbing his hands up and down your arms, gently, Charles continued his apology, “I cheated. I am at wrong. And I know. I know no matter how many time I say sorry it will never erase the mistake that I did.”

“I’m so sorry and… and… j’espére que tu me pardonnes (I hope you forgive me).”

You silently held back your tears, letting his words sink in. But you couldn’t get your hands to move his hands away from you. 

Even when he moved his forehead from yours and tilted your head with ease, to intertwine your lips for a slow and saddening kiss, you still wasn’t able to move him away from you. All under the pretense that this would soon end. You would move away from him. You would never stay with him after all that he had done to you. 

You swallowed every single sorry that fled Charles’s lips as he locked in your lips with his. His hands that were holding onto your arms were now around your waist and the other holding your face as if it were fragile. And when he trailed his lips down from your lips to your cheek and onto your neck, you let him. You let him mark reddish bruises onto your neck, a symbol of your pain out for everyone to see. Marks you’d never wear around your neck again from him. 

Yet through all of this making out, you stayed still. No emotion at all. Charles didn’t press on the fact that you weren’t reciprocating his feelings. He knew he wasn’t at a position to do so. Not after what he had done to break your heart. 

Even when Charles, with a more than hopeful mind of mending your already broken relationship, which he wasn’t aware of, led you to the bed, his lips never leaving your face or neck, you let him. 

You let him lay you on the bed for one last time. 

You let him undress you for one last time. 

You let him feel you for one last time. 

All of this, under the pretense that you would leave him after this. You would put an end to having him use you like this even after what he had done after all of this love making. 

This time around there wasn’t any foreplay. He was desperate to feel that spark that you both had when you had sex. He knew you were wet from just the making out. There wasn’t any doubt about it and when he teased you down there he could feel the wetness glide over his fingers. With skilled fingers he unclasped your bra, letting your erected mounds free. Without hesitation he took in one at a time, pleasing you to the maximum. You let out light moans letting him know you were feeling good. Although you hated to admit it he knew your body so well. He knew the nooks and crannies in your body that could get you coiled up in seconds. So when he rubbed his fingers against your folds and pushed them deep into you- curling them into your velvety walls you let out a cry of pleasure. A light smile formed in his face. Charles continued sending in fast strokes making sure to get you closer to your high but not right to the point where you’d feel your high come washing down. 

Instead, when he felt you were close, he freed his throbbing shaft from his briefs and with a few strokes pushed into you. A familiar wave of nostalgia rushed over to you when you arched your back over to his chest just like you had done countless times in different beds but always with him. 

Charles found his rhythm with you as he pushed in deep and soft strokes, cradling your head between his arms. Treating you like a fragile piece of art that would break if he pushed too hard. But you were barely holding on. You were on the verge of tears but you didn’t want him to see that. You were like a wine glass that had been taped together temporarily just until the fancy dinner finished. Although, unknown to the others, the wine was starting to seep through the cracks and it would only be a matter on minutes before it went trickling down the glass and onto the table, ruining the clothe. 

When you reached your climax alongside him, Charles signaled you to let go and you did. He kissed you deeply, with unspoken words that passed onto you, asking you for forgiveness. He rolled off of you. Slipping into the sheets next to you he held your body that was turned back to him, closer to him. So close that it was too close, as if he was making sure you wouldn’t leave him. 

“I love you, mon amour.”

Your silence spoke volumes like it hadn’t before. Charles was aware but he ignored it hoping you would forgive him when the morning came. 

Unfortunately for him, in a couple of hours when he was fast asleep still holding onto you dearly, you would slip out of the soft sheets of the hotel bed, put on a fresh pair of clothes and walk out the door not once looking back but only tears of relief & closure slipping down your face. 

But before you left, and for the first time since he came into the hotel room searching for forgiveness from you, you caressed his cheek one last time and placed a kiss on his cheek. 

“I love you, too,” you whispered the desperate closure you needed both of you to have. 

This was it for you & Charles.

This is the end.  

[xorose-f1]

bothering - charles leclerc

summary: you have an argument with Charles... again

authors note: not proofread, sorry for any mistakes<3

contains swearing!

genre: fluff

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You couldn't deny that these days you felt really distant from Charles. It was his summer break, and you planned to spend most of your time together since you couldn't always travel to his races. You knew that he loved his job, and that he really wanted to be in a better car, so you didn't say a word when in his first few days of summer break he was away on team meetings and other work related stuff.

But after a while it became really annoying for you too, he was constantly being away while always making empty promises. "I'll take you out to dinner tonight" turned to "I'm too tired right now", "We can spend all day together tomorrow" ended up in "Sorry, I have to leave for a meeting". And all of this resulted in you almost fighting every single day, today not being an exception.

Charles just arrived home, throwing his keys to the kitchen table and sitting down on the couch. A tired sigh left his lips, as he finally looked at his phone after hours of it being silenced. The first thing he saw is the countless of messages you had sent him, and that's when the realization hit him. He forgot your date night.

7:38PM Y/N: Charles, it's almost 8PM, where are you? Weren't we supposed to go out? Y/N: Are you even looking at your phone? Y/N: I swear I'll be so mad if you forgot again

8:13PM Y/N: So I guess you did forget about it again Y/N: Can you atleast call me?

Just as he was looking at the messages, you appeared behind him.

"Charles, you promised me that we will go out tonight, do you even remember what you said yesterday?" you told him, you were really angry at this point. It bothered you that you could barely spend time together and when you did have the opportunity to, he treated you like you weren't even there.

"Y/N I told you I'm busy, what can you not understand in that? I have constant team meetings and-"

"It's your summer break Charles! You're supposed to be at home, or anywhere else other than team meetings"

You could tell that he was pissed off, but he didn't exactly deny what you just said.

"Not to mention that you didn't even left me a single text, you could have atleast said that you don't have time for me"

"Don't you understand that I'm tired too? The last thing I want to come home to every day is you arguing with me all the time and interrupting when I try to explain, can you just fucking leave me alone for once?"

"Oh so that's what the fuck you want Charles? Me to leave you alone? Do you even realize what you're saying right now?"

"Just stop for fucks sake Y/N"

And that's when you had enough. You put your hands up in defeat, looked at him with rage and left for your bedroom without saying a word. You locked the door and started sobbing a bit, as much as you tried to look tough for him you hated constantly fighting with him. You felt like you were no one to him.

Charles sighed out loud. As soon as those words left his lips he regretted it, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you. He took his phone out of his pocket again and dialed his brother, Arthurs number.

"Hello?"

"I fucked up big time, Arthur" Charles said.

He explained everything that happened in the past few days, and his brother was shook. He never once heard Charles talk/act that way towards you, and he himself didn't know what got to him. While he was spending his summer break with his girlfriend, Carla, his brother was treating his own girlfriend like shit.

After a long call and some "you're an idiot"'s later, Charles had noticed it was already really late. He hung up the phone and went to your shared bedroom, noticing that you unlocked the door. As much as you didn't want to see him right now, you also didn't want him to sleep on the couch after the long day he had.

The first thing he noticed when he entered the bedroom was your back. You usually waited for him with open arms to cuddle, but this time you just simply turned away from him. He also noticed the dress you picked out for your date on the floor, your makeup bag being a mess and a bunch of makeup wipes, and some tissues too.

He felt like a complete asshole, not only did he avoid you but he made you cry aswell. He felt like his heart shattered at the sight of your dried tears on your cheek, but at the same time he didn't want to wake you up from your peaceful sleep.

He changed into his pajama pants, and laid down next to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you from behind, holding you really close to him and drifting off to sleep.

You woke up to the sun shining through the curtains, you figured it would be late already so you were surprised when you felt a pair of arms hugging you from behind. You thought that Charles will go to work today too but he didn't, when you turned around to look at him you noticed he was up already. You just looked at each other, when he broke the silence.

"I'm really sorry Y/N, I got a bit too carried away with work. I never realized how much i avoided you and I'm sorry if I hurt you with anything, I really want to make it up to you"

"It's okay, Charles" you smiled. "I know work is important-"

"Work is never more important than you, love. Now get ready, I will take you out to breakfast" he said.

[vivie-enne]

Charles Leclerc : Lies

Pairing : Charles Leclerc and named character (Ariadne)

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Synopsis : charles wants ariadne to attend his races and she wants to spend that time at the hospital, doing her work. But someone has to give one of their desires up and ariadne chooses to be that person. Except it doesn't go as she planned, she terribly misses her work and that only gets in between her relationship with charles. Will it work out? Or will she continue lying about her feelings to him?

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Tags : angst-so mentions of yelling, crying, lying, hurt/comfort, happy ending though, f/mc is a neurosurgeon but nothing much about it mentioned per say.

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A/n : just a starter.

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Charles : why can't you so much as attend at least one of my races, huh? You barely even call me or talk to me anymore when I'm halfway across the world from you! Are you seeing someone else, ariadne?

Ariadne let out a breath as she rubbed her hand against her face tiredly before muttering

Ariadne : do I have to keep repeating the same thing over and over to you, charles? I am a neurosurgeon, I have serious work and I can't be throwing that aside every other month to travel 16 hours from here with you to watch a race.

Charles : I understand that! All I'm asking is maybe just one or two races per season? That's all I'm asking!

Ariadne : charles those race dates happen at inconvenient times for me! I have patients who are this close to dying without a surgery and I can't just leave them be to go watch a race that can well on happen without my presence there.

Charles : and are you the only doctor there?

Ariadne : they are my patients, charles. So yes! I am the only doctor there for them!

Charles let out an angry huff as he said

Charles : you are being so selfish right now. It's always about your work, your life, you being busy, everything is about you! It's never about me, never about celebrating my win, or comforting me when I lose! Everyone else's girlfriends are there at the paddock to support them, ariadne. Every time they have a win or lose, they have someone to hold them while I'm all alone in the fucking hotel room-

Ariadne : are you comparing me to the other ladies right now, charles?

Charles : that is not what I-

Ariadne : no that is exactly what you meant! How many of them are surgeons again, charles? How many of them are out here trying everyday to save someone's parent, someone's sibling or child or partner? Huh!

Charles : why are you bringing that in! Maybe they just know how to manage time between their work and their boyfriends! Maybe they just want to support their boyfriends!

Ariadne let out breath in disbelief as she said

Ariadne : you think I don't want to be with you, charles?

Charles : well that's what you're making it out to be right now ariadne! You’re making me feel worthless in this life of yours!

Ariadne stared at charles as he breathed heavily from all the yelling and fighting, rubbing his hand against his now teary eyes before looking away. Those tears, those tears that ariadne was the cause of, she hated them. Charles looked away as he sighed and said

Charles : you know what, this is all useless anyway. Maybe after this you'll come back to me, hugging and kissing me, telling me that you're sorry and you'll do better. But it'll all go back to the same shitty cycle again. I'm tired, pretend this never happened.

Charles turned to go back to his room as ariadne suddenly said

Ariadne : I'll quit my job.

Charles froze on his tracks, his eyes widening in shock

Ariadne : you want me to be with you, and my patients need immediate surgeries to so much as live. I cannot do both together anymore, it's either you or them. And I choose you.

Charles turned around to face ariadne as he said, shaking his head

Charles : no, ari I don't need you to choose-

Ariadne : yes you do. And if you don't then, those patients do. They have a family to live for, charles, a life to live. And if I can't be putting them as a priority, then I'd rather they get another surgeon that can. So I'll quit my job, they'll get a better surgeon and you'll have me at your races all the time. It's a win-win situation.

Charles walked closer towards ariadne, holding both her hands in his as he whispered

Charles : and what about you, chérie? You love your job, you've worked so hard for it-

Ariadne : I love you more, charles. And I know you need me more than I wish to work, so it is alright.

Charles opened his mouth to say something when ariadne cut him off with a hand against his lips

Ariadne : it'll be done tomorrow, I do not wish to argue about this now. I'm tired.

Ariadne gave charles a tight smile before kissing his cheek, walking past him and heading towards their bedroom to sleep. Charles let out a sigh, plopping down against the couch as he ran his hands through his hair.

Now he felt guilty.

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Ariadne drove her car towards their house as she felt her thoughts wander elsewhere, to past memories. Memories of her always dreaming to be a doctor as a child, studying hard for it and throwing every other high school party away to stay at home and study for her tests. She’d done so much, given up so much of her teenage life to get into Harvard med. And when she did, she gave up her early 20’s to study even harder to become a surgeon. She rarely attended parties, rarely went outside except to study. And when she finally became a neurosurgeon almost 10 years later, she had been so proud of herself. Her parents and her family had been so proud of her. Her work meant the world to her, it always had.

Until she met charles at the hospital she worked in, and then her entire life had changed. He had loved her passion for her work, refusing to give it up even when he told her he’d make enough to support them both.

But now…now she’d just given it all up. She’d sent in her letter of resignation and said her goodbyes to her patients and colleagues.

She felt like her world had come crashing down.

Ariadne parked her car as she stepped out of it, entering their manor as she heard the TV playing from the living room indicating that charles was home. Ariadne walked up to where he was sitting as she smiled at him, keeping her bag away before sitting down on the couch next to him

Charles : back so early?

Ariadne nodded, letting out a deep sigh as she buried her head in her hands. Charles frowned at that, sitting up straight as he asked

Charles : ari? Are you alright?

Ariadne nodded, not wanting to tell charles the truth as she said

Ariadne : yeah, yes.

Charles : is this…is this about you quitting your job? Have you done it already?

Ariadne : I told you I’d do it today morning, and so I did.

Charles felt his heart drop at her words, he knew she was a woman of her words but he'd still thought that maybe she wouldn't do it after all. She'd worked her entire life for this job she…she couldn't give it up so easily for him, could she? Turns out he was wrong. Charles pressed his lips together as he whispered

Charles : I’m so sorry, ari. I’m a terrible person for this.

Ariadne frowned as she lifted her head from her hands, looking up at charles as she said

Ariadne : no, charlie this isn’t your fault. This was my choice-

Charles : but I caused this. I didn’t…

Charles trailed off as tears filled his eyes, causing ariadne’s eyes to soften as she quickly held his cheek before saying

Ariadne : love please, I’ve done all this so I don’t have to see this. So you wouldn’t cry, you can’t be doing exactly that after all this. Please, Charles, please don’t cry.

Her words only caused more tears in his eyes as ariadne let out a struggle noise before saying

Ariadne : I’m the one who gave up my job, why are you the one crying charlie?

Charles : because you had to give it up because of me and I feel terrible for it.

Charles’ voice broke from the tears, his hands clenching against his lap as ariadne sighed and shook her head

Ariadne : darling, look at me.

Charles shook his head, making ariadne hold his cheek again before lifting his face up to look at her

Ariadne : look at me, beautiful.

Charles’ cheeks turned red at that, his lips pressed together as he finally brought his eyes to hers. Ariadne smiled, kissing his cheek before saying

Ariadne : you and your feelings mean more to me than my job, okay? I’ve said that to you before and I mean it when I say it now. There is nothing in this world that I wouldn’t give up for you and our love, charles. Nothing.

Charles : but your parents-

Ariadne : shh, my parents will understand.

Charles : are you-are you sure you wouldn't resent me for this?

Ariadne felt her heart drop at how guilty charles sounded, and so she promised herself never to bring this topic up ever again. She leaned forward and kissed his tears away before whispering

Ariadne : I love you, charles. I could never resent you for anything, ever. I promise.

Charles stared at ariadne with teary eyes, making her chuckle as she spread her arms for him before whispering

Ariadne : come here you big baby.

Charles sniffled as he wrapped his arms around ariadne, his head rested against her chest as she ran her hand through his hair. Charles felt his eyes close as ariadne whispered

Ariadne : shh, it's okay.

Charles : I love you so much, ari.

Ariadne smiled sadly as she kissed the top of charles' head before saying

Ariadne : I love you too, baby.

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A week later :

Ariadne let out a breath as she turned the TV off for the 6th time that day, feeling bored out of her mind. She'd finished reading 7 books this past week, cried 4 times over missing her work, and pretended every single time charles was with her as if she was happy and as if quitting her work hadn't left a huge empty void in her life that he couldn't fill despite all the gifts he'd bought her.

A G-wagon wasn't going to give ariadne back the thrill of working on a patient and making their lives better, a Van Cleef bracelet wasn't going to give her the happiness the tears of joy that her patient's mother cried when she told her that her son would live to 60 instead of 30. Nothing charles bought for her could fill that void in her heart but she pretended anyway. Anything to keep that beautiful smile on his face.

Charles : mon cœur I'm home!

Ariadne let out a breath as she sat up straight, switching the TV on again as she pretended to watch some show. She smiled at charles as he rushed up to her, leaning down and hugging her before giving ariadne a kiss on the cheek

Charles : I missed you.

Ariadne : I missed you too, my love.

Charles looked at the TV as he sat down next to ariadne on the couch before asking

Charles : how was your day?

Ariadne pressed her lips together as she said, trying to be as cheerful as she can

Ariadne : very good, and yours?

Charles : oh you know, the same team meetings and practice considering my next race is in barely 3 weeks.

Ariadne : oh yes, the one in Paris?

Charles hummed as he rested his head on ariadne's shoulder before closing his eyes. She smiled at that, running her hands along charles' hair as she whispered

Ariadne : do you want to go have dinner from outside today, charlie?

Charles frowned as he looked up at ariadne before asking

Charles : I thought you didn't like eating from outside? In the past whenever I'd ask you, you said we should just have something from home.

That was back when ariadne had an actual job and worked every single day of the week, she'd just prefer resting at home and having food in her own comfort zone after all that she'd do during the day. Except now it was different, she just wanted to at least get out of this house and see the world once again.

Ariadne : yeah, I know. I'm just feeling something different tonight, but if you don't want-

Charles chuckled as he shook his head and said

Charles : I want whatever you want my darling. Go get yourself dressed, I'll book us a reservation.

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3 weeks later :

Ariadne looked outside their jet window as she stared at the clouds with blank eyes, her mind elsewhere. Charles was going to have his race tomorrow and they were flying to Paris, ariadne should be happy. She was getting everything any lady would want, a loving boyfriend, expensive gifts, a free pass to watching F1 from the VIP area, fame, money, everything. All her needs were met without her having to so much as ask. But it wasn't enough.

Nothing was ever enough because none of this belonged to her, it was all charles'. The only thing that belonged to her was her job and that she had lost.

Charles : ari!

Ariadne flinched as she quickly looked towards charles, a frown on his face as he asked

Charles : where are you, love?

Ariadne : I'm sorry I was just…I zoned out. What were you saying?

Charles sighed, he had noticed how far off ariadne had looked this past month. She wasn't the same, she didn't have the same energy around her anymore.

Charles : darling is…is something wrong?

Ariadne : what, no. No of course not, everything is fine charles. You were saying?

Charles sighed as he mumbled lowly

Charles : I was just saying that I'm nervous about the race.

Charles' barely audible mumble was enough proof to ariadne that her not paying attention to him earlier and refusing to tell him the truth had caused him annoyance. She laid her palm against charles' cheek as she made him look at her before saying softly

Ariadne : I'm sorry love, did I upset you?

Charles shook his head as he looked away, that was again an answer to her. Ariadne let out a breath as she made him look at her once again before saying

Ariadne : look at me, baby. I'm sorry, okay? I was uh…I'm sorry for not paying attention-

Charles : that's not what this is about ari, I don't want your apology I…I want you to tell me what's going on. Is this about work again-

Ariadne : no it isn't, it's nothing about work. I was missing my mom, it's been a while since I met her. That's all.

That was a lie, ariadne wasn't even thinking about her mother but this was the only proper excuse she could find. Charles frowned as he asked

Charles : you miss your mom?

Ariadne hummed, praying charles would believe her lie, and he did. He chuckled, resting his head against her shoulder as he said

Charles : you could've just told me earlier, ari, I would've booked a flight for you to London immediately.

Ariadne : yeah um, you were already busy with your race so I didn't really want to bother you.

Charles : chérie how many times do I have to tell you, nothing is more important to me than you. You are never a bother to me.

Ariadne stared at charles, feeling her heart drop at how genuine charles was with his love for her. And she was just here lying to him, lying about being happy still. She wished it were different, but she couldn't do anything about it for now.

And so ariadne smiled again and nodded, not wanting to ruin his energy for the race by telling him about her stupid feelings.

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A day later :

And just like that ariadne was back in the paddock, watching her boyfriend race past as the crowds cheered for their drivers. She had missed a part of this, watching charles in his realm and how stressful it was to watch him and pray everything goes well. She wanted him to win, like she always had. And as she watched the race she kept her own worries aside as she focused only on charles.

The camera would pan towards her sometimes, considering that she rarely ever attended races before this but she would just smile and shy away, not wanting much attention. She always hated attention.

As the final lap approached ariadne stood up from her seat, her hands clasped together as she saw that charles was leading. And just like that he had crossed the finish line, emerging first as the crowds roared for his victory. Ariadne let out a laugh in relief as she clapped happily, moving towards the edge as she saw charles getting out of his car. Just as he removed his helmet he looked around for her, making ariadne's heart melt as she waved proudly at him.

Charles smiled and waved back, ariadne chuckling as she felt tears in her eyes from how happy he looked at his win. She blew him a proud kiss and waved at him again as he smiled at her one last time before he was surrounded by his team. And just like that charles was swooned away from her view, the people engulfing him and celebrating his victory.

Ariadne smiled as she stepped back, letting out a sigh as the people around her began to congratulate her as well. Soon she had finished with that, picking up her bag as she stepped outside to try and find charles. And she did find him, talking with an interviewer on the side. She waited for that to get over and was about to move closer when it did, but then another interviewer rushed up to him.

And just like that one interview led to another, ariadne finally letting out a sigh as she walked away from the area. She went up to the area where they were going to give away the trophy, hoping she could at least talk to charles there. But even then as he approached the place, he did not seem to look for her in the large crowd.

Which, ariadne supposed made sense considering that it was a really large crowd but it still hurt her. And as charles got up the stage, accepting the trophy while having the biggest smile on his face ariadne hated herself. There was the love of her life, glowing and being so happy about winning the race. The race that he'd worked so hard for to win. She should he happy and proud for him as well, she should be clapping with the others with tears in her eyes and smiling at him.

Instead all she could feel was her heart dropping as she stared around, feeling people push against her. She felt unwanted, she felt out of place. Another reason she'd disliked attending his races. She always felt like it wasn't her place to be.

As charles started with his speech ariadne turned and quickly left, small tears in her eyes. Oh she was a terrible girlfriend, a terrible terrible person. Charles deserved someone better.

As ariadne rushed out of the place she went up to a nearby pole, grabbing onto it as she breathed heavily with tears streaming down her cheeks. She stood like that for god knows how long, the cheers being heard from inside the stadium but ariadne could only cry and cry from the guilt and pain. Charles didn't deserve this, he deserved better.

Maybe he'll break up with her, maybe he will.

??? : ariadne!

Ariadne flinched as she heard the yell behind her, quickly wiping her tears and fixing herself so that he wouldn't know that she'd been crying. Ariadne turned around just as charles rushed up to her, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes worried as he held her arms

Charles : ari! Why are you here? I've been looking all around the place for you. Is something wrong? Did I say something wrong during the speech or something?

Ariadne felt a lump form in her throat as she realized that she hadn't even stayed back enough to hear his speech, oh she was a terrible girlfriend.

Ariadne : ch-charles…

Charles' eyes turned even more worried at her voice as he asked

Charles : yes? Chérie you have to tell me what's wrong, you're scaring me-

Ariadne : there were too many people.

Fuck it, she was lying again.

Charles : too-too many people? Ari if you'd told me that earlier I could've had them bring you up to the stand-

Ariadne : no that's alright, really. I just needed a breather, I'm okay now.

Charles scanned her face as he rubbed his thumb against ariadne's cheek before whispering

Charles : are you sure mon cœur, you look a bit pale.

Ariadne chuckled as she shook her head and said

Ariadne : that's just from the lack of sun that I've been getting.

Charles sighed, figuring he ought to just trust his girlfriend as he said

Charles : well in that case…

Ariadne yelped as charles suddenly picked her up in his arms, her eyes widening as he said

Charles : let's head to our hotel, shall we.

Ariadne stared at him in utter confusion

Ariadne : charles, what? But you have an after-party within half an hour or so-

Charles : that party can go on without me.

Charles started walking towards his car as ariadne said

Ariadne : charles it's your after-party.

Charles : my billboard self shall keep them entertained enough. Plus, I'd rather spend that time sleeping with you.

Ariadne frowned as she asked

Ariadne : sleeping with me? You're sleepy?

Charles laughed, looking at her as he said cheekily

Charles : yes mon amor, I am very, sleepy for you.

Ariadne gasped as she realized what charles meant, him chuckling as he opened his car door and lowered her down to the passenger seat before leaning down and whispering against her ear

Charles : don't you think I deserve a good reward for my win, mrs Leclerc?

Ariadne whacked charles' arm as she said, a blush on her face

Ariadne : I am not mrs Leclerc yet!

Charles smiled and kissed ariadne's forehead before saying

Charles : well you soon will be.

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Ariadne stared down at charles who was now lying fast asleep against her bare chest, his arm wrapped around her waist as he breathed peacefully. He looked so serene like this, so unworldly, as if she was undeserving of him.

And maybe she was, because she couldn't sleep. She kept thinking of what she'd thought when he'd won, how she still missed her work despite all that he'd given her. She was so ungrateful, so undeserving of him and she hated it.

The more she thought about the amount of times she'd lied to him this past month, running away from his speech just because she felt like she was out of place, the more she felt the need to cry. She needed something, some outlet. Keeping it all inside was killing her.

And so ariadne slowly pushed herself out of the bed, being careful not to wake charles up as she quickly put her nightdress on before rushing towards the balcony. She slid down the railing as soon as she shut the balcony door behind her, the Eiffel tower glittering in a distance away from her as tears slid down her cheeks.

She hated this, she hated herself. Why couldn't she just be like everyone else? Why couldn't she just love charles and support him as he was, why did she keep getting her stupid feelings in the way of their love? Felt out of place when charles had just won an important race? And then proceeded on to lie to him about there being too many people.

Ariadne sobbed as she pressed the back of her hand against her mouth to muffle her cries, her face scrunching up as tears continued flowing down her eyes. She wished she was different, she wished she wasn't like this. She wished she could go back to her job, she had worked so hard for it so why didn't she deserve it? And the more she thought about it, the louder her cries became. Not realizing that it was loud enough to wake charles up.

Charles stirred slightly in his sleep as he heard faint cries, his eyebrows frowning as he let out a sleepy groan. But as soon as his ears focused more on the familiar sound of cries, he sat up straight, his eyes turning worried. Ariadne wasn't in bed.

He quickly got off the bed as he put his sweatpants on, rushing towards where the sounds where coming from as he called out for her

Charles : ari?

Charles soon walked up to the balcony before opening the door, his eyes widening at the sight of ariadne sobbing with her back pressed against the railing.

Charles : ariadne!

Ariadne flinched as she saw charles, her eyes widening as he rushed up to her and kneeled down before holding her face in his hands

Charles : love! What's going on? Are you hurt somewhere? Is something wrong?

Ariadne cried more at how concerned charles sounded, shaking her head desperately as she said in a broken voice

Ariadne : I'm so sorry.

Charles' worry deepened at her words, her cries scaring him as he asked in a softer voice

Charles : what are you sorry for, chérie? Why are you crying so much?

Ariadne : I-I don't deserve this. I don't deserve this from you charles, please.

Charles shook his head firmly as he rubbed his thumb against her tear-stained cheek before whispering

Charles : ari what are you saying sweetheart? Why would you not deserve me?

Ariadne : because I lied. Oh charles I'm so sorry, I'm so very sorry I…I don't know what to do-

Ariadne cut herself off with another desperate sob as charles let out an exasperated breath, not understanding what this was

Charles : you're not telling me anything here, baby. I can't understand you. Put it in words that make sense to me, yes? Please?

Ariadne didn't know how to put it in words that wouldn't make charles hate her, she had no idea how to even bring a sentence out when she was trembling so much, crying and whimpering. But even then she tried, because she felt undeserving of charles' time

Ariadne : I…I st-I still miss my job.

Charles' face softened at that as he whispered

Charles : oh, ariadne-

Ariadne : and I didn't hear your-your speech charles because I was so…so obsessed with myself that I felt-felt out of place with all those people screaming for you and you were…you were looking at them and not me. And I felt unwanted and then I left because…charles I am such a selfish person you don't deserve this from me-

Ariadne cut herself off with another sob as her chest heaven in pain, small hiccups falling from her mouth as she could barely even see charles anymore from how blurry her vision was.

Ariadne : I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry I-

Charles : sweetheart…baby. Look at me.

Ariadne whimpered as charles held her face tighter and lifted it up to make her look at him, his eyes now teary too as he whispered

Charles : I was looking for you, ari. I did look for you, but as you said there were so many people and I couldn't find you and for that��for that I am so sorry.

Ariadne shook her head quickly as she said

Ariadne : n-no. no no you mustn't apologize-

Charles : ariadne, love, you are not selfish for wanting the attention of the man you love. You are not selfish for feeling out of place in a world that you are not really familiar with yet. And most importantly, you are not selfish for wanting to work for your passion. That is human nature, chérie. It is not your fault, please.

Ariadne : but I am not supposed to be thinking that when you just won a race, charles! I'm supposed to be feeling proud of you, happy for you-

Charles : and are you not proud of me? Happy for me?

Ariadne sobbed as she said weakly

Ariadne : I am but-

Charles : then that's all I need from you, ari. I don't need you to always be happy, you are human and you are allowed to feel things other than being happy and proud. You can feel them and still be loved, sweetheart.

Ariadne lowered her head, tears streaming down her cheeks as charles held her head and pressed it against his shoulders before asking

Charles : why didn't you tell me this earlier, ari? Did you not trust me enough?

Ariadne : n-no, no I…I was scared. Scared that you might-might leave me after I told you all this.

Charles : baby why on earth would you think that, I could never leave you for something like this.

Ariadne looked up at charles as he wiped her tears away before saying in a final tone

Charles : we are going to get you your job back and you can work for as long as you want, okay? And for as long as you are not comfortable with it, you don't have to attend any of my races.

Ariadne : but charles-

Charles : ari, shh. You matter more to me, your feelings always matter more to me. Fuck mine, you're not doing this to yourself ever again.

Ariadne pressed her lips together as she felt fresh tears slip past her eyes from guilt, making charles sigh as he whispered

Charles : darling, please. Please stop crying baby.

Ariadne : you shouldn't have to do all this-

Charles : ariadne I love you, I love you what part of that do you find so hard to understand my love?

Ariadne looked up at charles as he pressed his lips against hers, giving her a long kiss before pulling back as he whispered

Charles : do you love me?

Ariadne : of course I do!

Ariadne laid her shaky hand against his cheek, rubbing her thumb against it before whispering

Ariadne : I always have and I always will.

Charles : then for as long as I breathe, you will have me ariadne. You always will.

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[vvxgs]

𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗜𝗡 ── CHARLES L.

°˖✧˚ SYNOPSIS — ❝Y/N understood quantum physics, but Charles Leclerc was a true mystery to her.❞

°˖✧˚ PAIRING — Y/N && Charles Leclerc.

°˖✧˚ WARNINGS — mentions of guns and drastic interrogation methods.

°˖✧˚ A/N — i might turn this into something (full fic maybe?), but for now, enjoy whatever the hell this au! is. please remember that english is not my first language! errors and weird senteces might appear.

The chilling silence hung in the air, freezing blood in their veins. The room was consumed by an eerie stillness, broken only by the muffled sound of a shooter's boot hitting the floor. It shattered the tangible silence, disrupted by uneven breaths tainted with nervousness. Nothing was disturbing the lethargy, driven by the desperate determination to succeed in the operation. Not even the urge to reach for the rifle slung over the shoulder. Clouds of smoke accompanied the men, dispersed by the retreating night and replaced by the pinkish hue of the rising sun on the horizon. The exhaled air left behind only a fleeting, foggy memory, devoid of any imagery.

"Clear.", came the slightly distorted voice, illuminated by the red glow of the dashboard. A makeshift map with blood-colored markers denoting soldiers from his unit, was displayed on a small screen, about a dozen inches in size. All eyes in the vehicle turned to him, a gaze he could feel even without acknowledging anyone. Without hesitation, he nodded, opening the side doors and pushing his hair away from his forehead.

"Get inside and make sure the target doesn't call for help.", he replied coolly, extending his leg out of the black van. Its makeshift ordinariness was merely a cover, a tiny detail in the grand scheme of the clandestine operation. He felt no scent of doubt, no impulse of weakness that could shake his unwavering confidence in his abilities. After all, infiltrating the enemy's capital to abduct a few local geniuses was not extraordinary, right?

Just a few swift, measured steps brought them to the emotionally charged house, practically a mansion, bestowed upon another nerd by the state in exchange for silence and obedience to the law. The thought of all these geniuses devoid of any values, selfishly envisioning a future tainted by the state's poison, filled him with pure disgust. The morality instilled in him by growing up among revolutionaries could never comprehend such behavior. This community was dying at the monarchy's behest, and those who could help traded their skills for a comfortable and prosperous life. They had indeed set an interesting price for human life.

He slipped his hands into the pockets of his trousers, which bore no resemblance to the navy blue uniform adorned with badges. In a moment, he crossed the threshold of the building. It wasn't his first time intercepting a 'genius,' so the exclusivity failed to impress him. Besides, the Empire sent enough money to silence their power, balancing the environment he moved in. Soon, he heard the hurried footsteps of one of his subordinates, which turned out to be accompanied by others. Female, he noted after a while. The only thing that amused him was shooter's glove in the hostage's mouth.

He measured her with a stern look, leaning in and grimacing in displeasure.

"Year after year, they make less of an impression, Ms. Y/S.", he remarked, referring to the mediocrity of the woman . "I hope your mind isn't as dull as your face."

His forearms unconsciously crossed over his chest, while his index finger, supported by his elbow, rubbed the space between his brows, expressing his dissatisfaction with the current situation. It was so straightforward yet convoluted that his desire to be here vanished faster than ever before, if one didn't classify the obvious reluctance that emerged beforehand.

"Mr. Leclerc, you are in serious trouble. My father won't be pleased when he finds out about everything.", Y/N said.

"I'll blow your brains out and damage your organs so severely that no doctor will be able to help you before he does anything."

"I'd like to see you try to pull the trigger, Charles."

Y/N knew him too well. How could he shoot his first love? His beloved who, after breaking his heart, made his whole life feel like he was inhaling flowers that had no scent?

[eterniravioli]

charles single-handedly going to war against carlando only to immediately turn around and post max on his instagram after the divorce rumors is the funniest thing he could’ve done in this situation i fear

[my-little-red-riding-blog]

Alpha and omega...big broad shoulders vs tiny slutty waist

[softiedingo]

[il-predestinato]

Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen with their third wheel of the day. 🤭 🎥: 2023 Mexico City Grand Prix, post-qualifying

[lxclerc]

anyone who posts edits of the old wags (charlotte and isa specifically) and says shit like how they miss them or dislikes the new girlfriends bc they miss them needs to get a grip, step away from the situation, get in some fresh air and vitamin D and see how fucking weird and creepy yall are acting

[souvenir116]

max aside can we focus on how Ferrari forces Charles to do lift and coast every second when hes yelling on the radio that hes fine and can push more JUST SAY YOU DONT WANT HIM TO WIN.

[princessedesfleursss]

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[xorose-f1]

first time - charles leclerc

summary: your first time with Charles.

authors note: hi guys!! thank you for all the notes on my last post, i am so happy to see that you liked it :) this is my first smut with Charles again, I will write for more drivers in the future, or even make a series. if you have any driver requests feel free to write them to me <3

WARNINGS: contains smut, read at your own risk!! fingering (f receiving), p in v, losing virginity, slight choking, swearing

genre: smut

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You and Charles have been together for a few months now. At first you were barely able to see each other at all, with his tight racing schedule and endless meetings in other countries, but lately you've been going to his races a lot more.

You never really thought about it, but whenever you did see each other for a few days you were too scared to make a move on him. Sure you had a few make out sessions here and there, but it never really went further than that. You weren't sure if Charles wanted it too, but his body language always told you otherwise. Infact, he was dying to touch and feel you, but he never wanted to do something that you weren't comfortable with. So, he just waited until you were ready to make the move. He knew you were still a virgin, since your past few boyfriends never really lasted more than a month or two.

And that day was today. You were lazily making out on the couch again, and you could feel Charles slowly getting hard under you, simply from kissing and touching you in different places. You decided that you want to make the move, even though you were a bit scared, you were definitely ready. You knew that Charles won't know if you just kept kissing so you slowly went from his lips to his neck, sucking a few hickeys. He let out a few groans and you kept kissing and sucking on his neck, while your hands went down further and started zipping his pants down.

You could sense that Charles was a bit surprised, so he quickly grabbed your hands, and looked into your eyes.

"Are you sure? You don't have to do this if you are not ready" he asked.

You quickly pulled his hand away and unzipped his pants. "I'm more than ready Charles" you reassured him.

With that being said, he quickly grabbed you and carried you to the bedroom. He softly laid you down on the bed, and started kissing you, with his pants still being unzipped on his waist. His hands wandered all over your body, until it stopped at your legs. He started slowly pulling down your shorts, and then your underwear. You were dripping already which made him smile, but he saw that you were getting shy, with you covering your eyes with your forearm when he looked up at you.

"Mon amour" he said. "You look fucking gorgeous. Can I?"

You melted away at his words and quickly nodded, as you were getting more and more turned on at the sight of him between your legs. He entered a finger inside you, and you opened your eyes that moment, moaning from the pleasure. When he saw that you were starting to stretch out he added another finger, and another. You were a moaning mess already, which embarrassed you so you started biting your lips to surpress the moans. Charles didn't like that, and he put his hand around your throat gently, careful not to make it painful for you.

"Don't hide your beautiful moans chérie" he demanded, which you just quickly nodded to.

He was thrusting his fingers in and out of you as you were getting more close to the edge, but you felt like you wanted more. You reached out to his hand and stopped him, as he looked at you concerned.

"Are you okay?"

"I want you inside me, Charles" even you were surprised at your boldness, but you wanted him way too much to focus on that now.

"Baby, are you sure? You don't have to-"

"Please, Charles" you basically begged him, and you didn't need to say another word to him as he quickly got out of his pants. He pulled out a condom from the drawer and pulled it on, while he was aligning himself at your entrance.

He took your arm and intertwined his fingers with yours, holding your hand.

"If it's painful, squeeze my hand okay? If theres anything wrong-"

"Just fuck me already Charles" you said as you were getting impatient, but you couldn't deny that you loved how caring he was.

He just smiled and slowly started entering you. You squeezed his hand, you couldn't deny that it was a bit painful at first. You two kept looking at each other, as he was slowly starting to thrust in you. Slowly the pain started to turn into pleasure again, and you started moaning again, with Charles letting out a few breathy groans aswell.

"You feel amazing love" he breathed out, and you couldn't help but blush at his comment. This whole time he kept admiring you, while also looking out for you to see if you were in any pain or discomfort.

He slowly started to sped up his movements, and you got completely lost in the ecstasy, he was amazing. The more and more he kept thrusting into you you found yourself close to the edge again, while he let out a few groans and moans as you started to clench around him.

"Charles I-"

"I know baby, come for me"

He kept thrusting into you as you lost it and reached you orgasm, you almost screamed out his name while you came. He followed right after you, he let out a loud groan and you felt his cock twitching inside you.

You stayed like that for a few seconds as he kissed you, and reassured you.

"You were amazing my love, I love you" he said as he kissed your nose.

"I love you too Charles" you smiled.

"Are you okay? Was it painful-"

"I'm okay charles, it was amazing" you also reassured him.

He pulled out of you and threw away the condom. He slowly picked you up again and carried you to the bathroom, putting you on a chair.

He started to fill the bathtub up with warm water, and made you both a bubble bath. You wanted to get up on your legs to go in but he picked you up again, carefully putting you in the water. Shortly after that, he joined you.

You went close to him and laid your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. You didn't need to say a word to each other as you relaxed there in peace, with Charles caressing your hair and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

[danya-mcgarrett]

so yesterday I wrote here that Lando is now Lestappen’s child, and today Charles suggested to adopt Oscar. What in redbull-ferrari-mclaren family is going on?😅😂

[f1bordeaux]

The String That Binds Us. (Chapter 1) | ln4, cl16

You fell in love with this sport all because of him. It would be selfish not to thank that boy for his help in getting you here today, even if you both ended on rocky terms. However, after finding yourself in the same paddock as your childhood bestfriend, your mentor, your first true love, and the boy who left you for the bigger picture, you realize that he wants nothing to do with you. So, as fate has it, perhaps you'll end up in the arms of someone else. Or maybe, just maybe, that string that has been tied to the two of you since birth will pull you back into eachothers lives. Warnings : none Pairings : Lando Norris x reader, Charles Leclerc x reader Word Count : 1923 Poetry style | Story style A/n: here, my lovelies, is chapter one. Not proofread srry lolsies. Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

one; y/n. 

There was something about it, something in the early morning rays reflecting off the cherry-red paint that just wiped away all exhaustion previously held in your bones. You were wide awake as you stared at the cars being rolled off the truck and into the garage. It was only five am but the sun had already crept over the horizon well enough to illuminate the sight in front of you. Golds and reds, blacks and yellows all mixed into a work of art nobody else could recreate. This is what you were here for. This is what you were living for.

“Gorgeous, innit’?”

You turned to your left, face to face with two others donning the same uniform as you. The woman who had spoken seemed a bit older than you, but now way had she yet reached her thirties. A man was accompanying her, although his eyes rested not on you, but on the tyres now being rolled out of the truck. He seemed close to her age, his deep-tanned skin a high contrast to hers.

You smiled at her before looking down at your lanyard. It was still so hard to process being here, on a Thursday morning in Bahrain, waiting for the weekend that was about to ensue. You were one of them now. You were an insider, a person that got to see everything on a deeper level. People dreamed of getting here, people worked their whole lives in hopes of getting here and yet here you were, 23 years old and face-to-face with Carlos Sainz’s car. It looked so much better in-person.

“It really is.” You sighed, looking back up. The truck was empty now, they were beginning to close the back door. “I still can't believe I’m here.”

The blonde lady leaned forward, trying to catch a glimpse of your badge. “Y/n y/ln? You're new, huh?”

You turned to meet her eyes, a large smile on your face. “Yes, I just graduated University.”

“What an amazing first job to have then.” She smiled back. The man beside her now looked at you as he adjusted the ballcap on his head. “I'm Bridgette, but everyone in the garage just calls me Bridge.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” You extended out a hand which she gratefully accepted.

“This is Lorenzo.” Bridgette nodded to the man who offered a toothless smile and his hand. “Enough standing around, we’ve got work to do. Walk with us.”

So you did. The garage wasn’t too far away, just around the corner, but Bridgette loved to talk; that you quickly found out. “Where are you from?” Was her first question.

“Bristol.”

“I hear it’s nice. They’ve got that beautiful river running through it, no?” She asked, looking straight ahead. You just nodded, unsure if she saw your response, but when she kept going you assumed she had. “I’m from Perth. Nothin’ quite like Australia, I must say.” “Isn’t Lando from Bristol?” Lorenzo added. His accent was thick as he spoke.

You nodded again, this time opting to expand on the question. “He is, yeah. We actually grew up together.”

Bridgette turned her head to look at you. “No way! Why didn’t your mate get you a job over at Mclaren?”

A blush coated your cheeks. You didn’t know where it came from, maybe embarrassment, maybe fear, hell, maybe even sadness. Lando wouldn’t have put in a good word for you, not today. Perhaps seven years ago when the two of you were teenagers and on a completely different page, but not now.

“We don't talk like we used to. He was gone a lot but he moved away for good when he was seventeen. He never really looked back, either.” You sighed. An odd sense of pity hung over the three of you. In an attempt to lighten the mood you clapped your hands together and smiled at the two engineers next to you. “But he got me into cars and engineering! So, I owe him a thanks for that.”

Bridgette nodded and pressed her lips into a thin line. “There ya’ go.”

The next few moments were rushed. The three of you entered the garage where people worked on putting everything into place. You were introduced to management and owners, mechanics and bosses. Tyres were being placed on racks, tarps were being placed over backup cars, tool boxes were being passed around. It was thrilling, even if you were just standing on the sidelines watching as it all happened. Soon, however, someone called your name. You were sure it was Bridgette or Lorenzo, but it was someone else. Alessandro, Charles' chief mechanic, was heading straight for you, clipboard in hand.

“Have you been assigned a team yet?”

“No, sir.”

He smiled. “Call me Alessandro. No need for formalities. But anyways,” He looked down at the clipboard then back up at you. “Our front jack guy broke his wrist and I need someone to replace him. Care to run some drills?”

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your lips. “I would be honored.”

“Awesome.” He nodded over his shoulder. “Let's go get you a suit and helmet, then.”

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“I’d be surprised if you didn’t get the spot.” Bridgette sipped her coffee. “You absolutely crushed it.”

You blushed, rolling your finger around the rim of your cup. The Ferrari motorhome was gorgeous with its meeting rooms and rooftop balcony, with its relaxation spots and cafe. It really put into perspective where you were and who you were working for.

“Thank you,” You said quietly.

The day had gone by rather quickly. The sun was already setting over the desert and exhaustion clung to your body just as tightly as the uniform you wore. You’d spent hours running drills, practicing the most simple yet vital job-jacking the car up. You did it over and over again, improving with every run. After that you were tasked with doing inventory. Sure, it was a small task, one that didn’t require you to get hands on with the car, but it was still important. You wandered the garage counting tyres, drills, wrenches, going through tool bags and drawers. It helped you get situated in the space, to learn the layout and whereabouts of everything. Once you had finished that, you were offered to help wash Charles’ back up car. You gladly obliged, happy to be finally touching the car at least. You washed the tyres, the halo, the rear wing and a bit of the body before standing back to revel in the beauty of the car. It seemed to shine, even in the dim garage lighting. You felt so fulfilled, so privileged, so at home.

“Alessandro likes to give everyone a shot, he doesn’t discriminate.” Bridgette continued. “Today might have been your lucky break.”

“I’d be happy even being a back-up jack, honestly. Just wearing the fire suit and helmet makes me feel all,” you paused looking for the right word to describe it. “Giddy.”

“Well,” Lorenzo began, setting his phone face down on the table. “He needs to pick tonight so we can have that person participate in tomorrow's practice. You should know if you got it first thing tomorrow morning.”

“Guess I’ll be tossing and turning all night, then.” You joked.

A small laugh cluttered the table. It was getting late, the track becoming more and more empty with each passing moment. The motorhome was silent, save for the three of you lingering around. “We should go grab the last shuttle to the hotel,” Bridgette stood, taking one last swig from her cup before tossing it into a bin. “Are the two of you coming?”

Lorenzo stood up, as did you. “I left my bag in the lockers. I can wait for the next one if you both would like to go.”

“It’s ok,” he said. “We can wait for you at the front gate.”

“Alright, then. I’ll be quick.”

You jogged through the paddock, grateful that the heat had subsided. Lights poured out of each garage, illuminating pit lane in a way the sun hadn't. The sun, harsh and bright, brought a form of intimidation onto the pavement. The lights however, soft and orange, seemed to bring peace. It was a gentle reminder that at the end of the day, everything would be alright.

You dodged into the Ferrari garage, running to the back lockers to retrieve your backpack. Although your head was almost completely submerged in the metal box, you could hear faint-chatter? You leaned back, wondering if Bridgette and Lorenzo had come to find you. No, it didn’t sound like them. The voice sounded much more familiar. It was like listening to one of your favorite songs after a long while.

Lando paused at the entrance of the garage. His phone was pressed into his ear. He stared at you, eyes squinted and eyebrows furrowed. Did he know it was you? Could he see you? Did he even remember what you looked like?

You swung your bag over your shoulders and closed the locker. As you approached, Lando lifted his brows, erasing the confused look on his face. He surely could see you now.

“Hey, I gotta call you back.” He sighed. “Yeah, everything is good. See you tomorrow.”

A few feet separated you and him. You debated on starting conversation, on asking how he’s been. But you decide just to nod and walk past him. That is your plan until he stops you.

“Y/n?”

You pressed your lips together in a flat smile. “Hey, Lando.”

He looked you up and down. You were uncertain if he found your Ferrari uniform insulting or fitting. What if you were wearing papaya? What if you were sporting  orange instead of red? Would he be looking at you in the same way?

“So you really did make it, huh?” Lando crossed his arms over his chest, smirking as you avoided eye contact.

“I suppose so.”

“Have they assigned you a driver?”

You looked up for the first time since your conversation began. A bit of pride swelled in your chest as you said, matter-of-factly, “Yeah, Charles Leclerc.”

He blinked hard, shocked that you landed not only a job with the most infamous F1 team, but on their star drivers car. Maybe you were better than you let on. Maybe it was more luck. But deep down Lando knew how good you were. He was able to experience it first hand as a kid.

“Wow. Most people remain without a designated driver for their first year. They kinda’ just float around doing all the dirty work. At least, that's how it is at Mclaren.”

“Right.” You gripped your backpack straps like a kid. “Good thing I'm not over there, then.”

“Yeah.”

The two of you fell quiet, only the sound of nearby passing cars and people walking by filled the air. To any bypasser this surely looked sketchy. Lando Norris, Mclarens golden boy, and a new engineer for an opposing team, just staring at one another. How odd.

You broke the silence first saying, “Well I’ve gotta’ go. I have some friends waiting for me to catch the shuttle.”

Lando just nodded, staring at the ground as you walked by. As you passed Carlos’ garage, he called out, “I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n.”

You could barely hear it with the way he spoke so quietly. But you stopped, turning your head and offering a real, genuine smile. “Yeah,” You breathed out.

He smiled back. “Good luck.”

[nitaekook]

F*ck About It

by nitaekook | M | 5/5 | 30,871

This year has been hard on Charles. Not only on the track but at home too. He loves Max to death, but he swears Max will be the death of him.

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Heard F*ck About It by Waterparks and immediately thought Lestappen.

I wanted to jump on the Lestappen boat! I felt so left out! I hope you all enjoy this!

[justc2world]

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