#charles says he forgot about it (he's lying) and carlos says but I didn't!!

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Carlos Sainz and Charles Leclerc do the BEST ever SkyPad ❤️

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ꜰᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

Neymar Jr x Original Character Summary: ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴡᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ʙʏ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ��ʀ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ? ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

Warnings: Mature Language

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴏɴᴛᴇ ᴄᴀʀʟᴏ 

Charles definitely kept his word about taking care of everything. From the private jet to the personal driver down to the fucking hotel, he made sure that I didn't have to worry about anything during my trip. I felt like a VIP the entire time, and I had to admit it was nice. Charles truly went above and beyond, and I was so grateful for his generosity and attention to detail. Then again, I was a little worried; some men, when they spared no expense like this, always expected something in return.

While Charles was still busy at the track, I took advantage of the spa. The bellboy that helped bring my bags to my room told me everything that was available to me that came with my suit. And let me just say it was beyond beautiful. It was the diamond suite at the Hôtel de Paris Monte-Carlo, one of the most difficult hotels to book during the Formula One season. And yet here I was, enjoying the views from my private terrace.

While taking in the beautiful views of Monte-Carlo from the terrace, I couldn't help but snap a couple of photos to send to my mama. While sending my mom the photos, my phone started to ring, and it was Neymar. Fuck. I haven't spoken to him in a few days since, as you know, I basically asked without asking if he loved me more than a friend. And that went how it did. Of course, I felt bad about it, but I guess putting a whole country between us for the weekend was more than enough.

So I answered, "Hey."

"I'm at your place; Onde você está?" My heart sank. Neymar was at my place, and I wasn't there. Fuck, he didn't know that I went to Monaco.

I reluctantly replied, "About that, um, do you remember Charles?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Neymar responded.  "No."

I could feel the tension in Neymar's voice as he replied, "Kind of, or he did?" I knew he was upset, but he had no right to be. If that was true, why did I feel as if I was betraying him in some way by being here with Charles?

"He did...and I said yes."

There was another pause on the other end before he finally spoke again. "And you said yes."

"I've never been to Monaco before, especially to watch an F1 race. So I accepted the offer."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Neymar's voice was now laced with hurt. "I thought we were friends, and you couldn't even tell me you were going to Monaco to see some guy." I could hear the disappointment in his tone, and it made me feel guilty for not telling him earlier. But let us all not forget the wine bottles I filed with the tears that I cried over this man.

"It all happened so fast I forgot," I explained away.

"You forgot or just didn't want to tell me?" I could tell he wasn't buying my excuse. But did I care? no.

"Yeah, I guess I forgot," I admitted.

"You're lying; you didn't tell me because you knew how I'd react." He accused me, and I couldn't deny it. The truth was, I was afraid of his reaction. I didn't want to disappoint or hurt him, which is crazy because he didn't have an issue doing so with me, whether he knew it or not. The last thing I needed was to tell the guy I wanted to love me back about another guy showing interest in me.

"It's not like we're dating or anything." The words came out harsher than I intended, and I regretted them immediately. But fuck it, it's the truth. Regardless of us being married, it didn't matter because it would soon be annulled and a thing of the past. I just couldn't bring myself to be vulnerable with him again, not after everything that had happened. It was better to keep my distance and protect my heart. It just sucked that I had to protect it from him, of all people. "You're single; I'm single, so why would I care how you'd react to me seeing a guy?" I said, trying to sound nonchalant. But deep down, I knew that my words were a defense mechanism. I was scared of getting hurt again, and I didn't want to risk opening up to him.

"If you weren't so busy avoiding me, you would've known that I had plans to take you with me this weekend." He said it with an air of dissatisfaction in his voice. I felt a pang of regret for pushing him away, but I couldn't help the fear that still lingered in my heart.

"I wasn't avoiding you, Neymar." I lied, knowing that if he could see me right now, he'd be able to see through me. "I just had a lot going on."

"Mhm. Yeah, whatever, just stay safe out there." He said, before ending the call. I knew I had to confront my fears and open up to him soon, or risk losing him forever.

•••

"Bienvenue à Monte Carlo, Mia." He smiled, wrapping his arm around my waist and greeting me further with a kiss on each of my cheeks. I blushed at his affectionate gesture, feeling a warm sensation spreading across my face. Despite my attempts to remain composed and aloof, I couldn't help but feel flattered by his attention.

He was dressed casually, wearing a simple white t-shirt and faded jeans that complimented his fit frame. His hair was tousled and unkempt, giving him a carefree vibe that matched his easygoing demeanor and made me feel at ease.  "I'm glad that I didn't listen to Gigi about my outfit." I smiled. Gigi tried to force me to wear heels, but something in me wanted to feel comfortable. I knew that Charlie and I would be going sightseeing, and I wasn't sure I'd make it back if I wore heels. I decided to wear a flowy floral dress and sandals. The dress swayed gracefully in the breeze, keeping me cool under the hot Monte Carlo sun.

I was grateful that I had trusted my instincts and ignored Gigi's fashion advice. Charlie seemed to appreciate my outfit too, as he smiled, taking my hand and bringing it to his lips. He kissed my knuckles gently. "Tu es belle, heels or no heels," he said, his blue eyes sparkling with sincerity. The gesture made me feel special, and I couldn't help but blush.

The sun was shining brightly, casting a golden glow on the luxurious buildings and yachts that surrounded us. I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for the adventures that awaited me in this glamorous city. As I basked in the dazzling surroundings, I heard the revving of an engine and turned to see a sleek gray Ferrari 812 GTS pulling up. I watch the valet step out from the driver's seat and walk around to hand Charles the keys before opening the passenger door for me. "You're picking me up in style, I see," I said, grinning at him.

Charles smirked, slipping on his shades. The sun's rays were bright, but Charles looked cool and collected with his shades on. "Je ne l'aurais pas d'une autre façon. I know how much you like fast cars."

"Can I drive?" I asked,

Arching his brow questioningly, "Can you even drive?"

I rolled my eyes and said, "Yes, Charles. I can drive. I have a license."

Charles chuckled and shook his head. "Alright then, let's see what you've got," he said as he handed me the keys.

I smiled, taking the keys before he had a chance to change his mind, and swiftly got into the driver's seat. I felt a rush of adrenaline as I settled into the comfortable leather seat of the Ferrari. The car was sleek and sporty, and I couldn't wait to take it for a spin. With Charles in the passenger seat, I started up the engine and revved it a few times as I looked over at him. "Tu as l'air nerveux. Détendez-vous." I smirked, gripping the steering wheel. "Put on your seatbelt." Charles chuckled nervously and fumbled with the seatbelt before finally clicking it into place. As I peeled away from the hotel entrance, I could feel the power of the car beneath me, and I couldn't help but let out a whoop of excitement.

I sped expertly through the traffic, weaving in and out of lanes with ease. The sporty car responded to my every touch, and I felt like a pro behind the wheel. Other drivers honked at me as I passed them, but I paid them no mind. I was in my element, and nothing could stop me. As I zoomed down the highway, I couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline. This was what driving was all about speed, power, and control. This must have been what Charles felt every time he raced; it was an addictive feeling, and I was loving every second of it.

"Car!" Charlie panicked as I drifted expertly away from the oncoming car. My heart raced, but my instincts kicked in, and I swerved just in time to avoid the collision, screeching up to our destination. The adrenaline rush was still coursing through my veins, but it was a feeling that I would never forget. As I parked the car and turned off the engine, I couldn't help but smile. Charlie, on the other hand, was white-knuckled and gasping for air. "Putain de merde," he laughed nervously, "where did you learn to drive like that?"

"Let's just say that when I was in college, I had a thing for street racing." I grinned, stepping out of the car and handing the keys to the valet. "But don't worry, I've learned to control my need for speed since then. Besides, we made it here in one piece, didn't we?"

Charlie nodded, still catching his breath. "Je pense que je suis tombé amoureux de toi." he said with a chuckle, getting out of the passenger's side and taking my hand into his.

I couldn't help but tease him, "Oh vraiment? Did you fall in love with me because of my driving skills? If I knew that was all it took, I'm off to a great start then." I whispered in his ear, giving his hand a playful squeeze.

As I kissed the corner of his lips, Charlie's cheeks flushed as he grinned, cupping my cheek and pulling me in for a deeper kiss. "No, it wasn't just your driving skills; C'est plus que ça, beau," he said between kisses. "It was everything about you. You're crazy and unpredictable." I couldn't help but smile against his lips as we stood there, lost in each other's embrace.

Oh fuck, and here I was thinking that I didn't have any game. It hasn't even been 24 hours, and we're already all over each other in public. But I couldn't deny the chemistry between us; it was exciting and new. I guess I was taking my friend's advice to step out of my comfort zone and try something different. And boy, was it worth it. Who knew I had it in me, maybe I should buy a fucking Ferrari.

ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ

[micksslut]

all i want for christmas is you

charles leclerc x fem driver reader

summary: charles thinks he's good at hiding he's your secret santa.

word count: 1.9k

warnings/mood: just fluff, reader is a driver, relationship established between charles and reader, charles being the best bf. also, I'm not really sure if secret santa works like this, so I hope it's well put, but if it's wrong, correct me without problem!

if you read my previous one shot, you know that english is not my first language, so this is a google translator shit (a bit modified based on my knowledge ), but that's a real warning, so please don't hesitate to tell me if there are mistakes of any kind in the one shot 😭 (i think that's all, but tell me if I forgot something pls!)

notes: hI. this was supposed to be published before christmas, but i had no inspiration at all and only came this. I don't consider it to be my best writing, but I hope you enjoy it!

i hope you like it, please don't be a ghost reader!!!

Finally all the drivers knew who they should give a gift to for the christmas swap.

You were Sebastian's Secret Santa, and honestly you had a problem because you hadn't been with the German long enough to know what to get him, but if there was something you couldn't stand: they were the bad gifts (the ones used to be given by Formula 1 drivers).

The first thing you did was tell your boyfriend, Charles, about who you got at the Christmas swap, knowing he wouldn't say anything and hoping he would tell you too.

But that didn't happen, instead you got a very nervous Charles who refused to tell you who he should give a gift to.

But your boyfriend was terrible at lying to you and you were very smart, so when you asked Carlos if he knew anything and he refused to tell you, you got closer to the truth. But even so, you weren't completely sure, so you decided to go for your last option.

"Char, would you like to come with me to buy the gift for Secret Santa? Lando canceled and I don't want to go alone" Charles was sitting in the cream-colored chair in the hotel room they shared, so you sat on his lap and he put down his phone to pay attention to you.

"Sure amour, just let me put my coat on" he gave you a chaste kiss on your lips and stood up, leaving you carefully on the couch.

You smiled, and immediately texted your best friend Lando, confirming that your plan was off to a good start.

So there you were, in a mall, thankful that your relationship with Charles was no longer a secret and the media didn't blow up seeing you and your boyfriend holding hands.

"Why don't we also buy the gift that you will give?" you asked when they had entered an eco-friendly store in search of what he thought was only the gift for Seb.

"I still don't know what to give as a gift, amour" Charles rambled nervously "Look, a bamboo toothbrush" he smiled showing it. You narrowed your eyes.

"Why don't you want to tell me who got you at the christmas swap?" you approached him.

"It's secret mon amour" he justified himself.

"Yeah, but I told you"

Charles was going to answer, but a female voice behind you interrupted you two.

"Excuse me, do you think I could get an autograph?" the girl asked shyly and you sighed discreetly, but both smiled.

Charles knew he had just been saved, so he was the first to nod.

"Sure! Where?"

She took off her Pirelli cap and held it out along with a permanent marker towards the two of you, apparently it was already prepared, so you deduced that the fans already knew where you and Charles were.

"Thank you! Good luck on the weekend!" you and your boyfriend thanked and the girl left.

"We'd better hurry, they won't be long in coming anymore" the monegasque murmured and you nodded, giving up on your boyfriend.

In the end, you ended up buying more things for you and Charles than for Seb, but you had found the perfect present for him, so you left the mall happy.

Soon, the day of the Secret Santa arrived, and most of the drivers were opening their presents.

You were hiding watching Seb open his present, and you almost ruined everything by laughing when Seb opened the bag and saw a pair of scissors along with the note you had left.

I'm sure you have more hair than me now, so in case you don't want to go to a hairdresser, here is a simple device to cut your own hair!

Sebastian let out a loud laugh and looked at the camera.

"I don't think that's going to happen"

Then he took the paper that talked about the Maple Tree that was your true gift, one that would be planted according to the needs of Switzerland so as not to alter the ecosystem of the region.

Sebastian had guessed who the gift came from and you soon came out of hiding with a smile on your face when Seb saw you.

He came up to you to hug you and thank you.

"I know, I'm the best at giving gifts" the driver laughed "But already cut your hair, Rapunzel"

They parted from the hug laughing and he shook his head.

"You're just envious that I have better hair than you" you opened your mouth falsely offended.

"Ok, I'm going" you turned smugly and started walking.

"Sorry! You know it's true!"

You laughed softly, shaking your head and you arrived where the Formula 1 social media team was waiting for you.

You couldn't help but get excited, if Charles really was your Secret Santa, what would his gift be?

"Ok, the present looks pretty" you commented nervously, looking at the box wrapped in decorative paper. You already knew who the gift was from (or at least you suspected), but you had no idea what it could be, you hadn't seen Charles buying anything, so you really didn't know what I could have given you; although he already knew everything you liked after four long years by his side.

You brought the box to your ear and moved it slightly trying to figure out what it was, but you only heard some things moving.

You opened the box, and the first thing you could see was a photo frame decorated by hand with Formula 1 stickers, your team, the Friends series, and of course, Taylor Swift. To be honest, it looked like something a five-year-old had made, but that's how you knew it was Charles's, and you couldn't help but almost die of cuteness.

You showed it to the camera with a huge smile on your face.

"Well, clearly I will put a photo here with the person who gave it to me. I wonder who it will be" you muttered the last with a smirk.

You gave the frame to your physical therapist to hold while you took out the other presents. Because yes, they were several presents.

"Ok... These are... Oh my god, these are Taylor Swift's The Eras Tour tickets!" you let out a squeal of excitement "Guys you know how much I love Taylor, this is the best present ever" you said ecstatically, showing the tickets and making a mental note to remind them to black out everything on the tickets except for the name of the tour.

"Well, from the frame with the things I like on it, I already knew, but this confirmed it for me and... I'm pretty sure these are from Charles" you looked at the team and they nodded "Yes?" You laughed "I knew it! Lando, you owe me ten bucks" you pointed at the camera and everyone laughed.

"Okay, just one last thing apparently" Olivia, your physical therapist took the tickets and the gift box while you took a smaller box out of it.

It was small, also wrapped in decorative paper and a bow at the top, so you carefully opened it. Most likely it was earrings or a necklace, Charles knew you loved jewelry.

Carefully opening it until only the black velvet box was left, Olivia gasped in surprise as she brought her hand to her mouth to cover it when you looked at her.

You opened your eyes even more when you noticed the reaction of others and you realized why.

You opened the box with now trembling hands and your eyes almost instantly filled with tears, you brought your palm to your mouth as it opened in surprise too.

It was a ring, a beautiful gold ring.

It contained a diamond obviously, not too big, not too small, the perfect size. The ring had carved leaves around it and the shape that surrounded the diamond gave the effect of being a rose.

You looked around in search of your boyfriend, and you saw him addressing you timidly.

"Is it a...? Char, is that what I think it is?" you approached him smiling.

"That depends..." He gently took the box from your hands and making sure he was far enough away from the other people, Charles dropped to one knee on the ground and extended the box towards you, he spoke:

"I know we're still very young... I've been your friend since we went Karting together, and I've been your boyfriend for four years, but i've loved you ever since we met" By that point both of their eyes were already full of tears and you were sure that you were falling more in love with each word that he said "You know I'm not good with words, so... would you let me celebrate our wins together forever? Would you let me fall in love with you more and more each day? Would you let me accompany you the rest of our days, be the happiest man on earth and become your husband?" he asked you, running out of breath at the end.

"My God, Charles. Hell yeah! Yes, yes and yes!" You laughed excitedly and shed some tears of happiness as he stood up and you rushed to hug him, listening to the applause of the others.

He grabbed your waist to hug you even tighter and spin you in the air while you two laughed.

When you touched the ground again, he hastily removed the ring from its box and placed it on your ring finger, and then leave a kiss on your knuckles.

You looked at the beautiful jewel and then back at him, certain that his eyes were even more beautiful than the gift he had just given you. Sure that what you had just given you was the best gift of all, and that even without it, Charles was everything you wanted for Christmas.

You kissed him tenderly, loving every second of that moment. When you separated, you put your foreheads together and you whispered:

"All I want for Christmas is you" both smiled remembering the song and kissed again until you were interrupted.

"That's not fair, you give me scissors to cut my hair and you get an engagement ring?" Sebastian spoke from behind, clicking his tongue and shaking his head, falsely disappointed, you laughed with the others and saw him approach "Not true, congratulations guys" he hugged you and then Charles "I look forward to my invitation to your wedding!" he exclaimed when he had gotten far enough away from the two of you, making you both laugh again.

"You will have it!"

"Ok, but who will you choose as the groomsman?" Lando suddenly appeared behind you, scaring you two slightly.

You were going to speak but Carlos speaking behind Charles interrupted you.

"Of course me, right Charles?" The man from Madrid rested his arm on your fiancé's shoulder and looked at him.

"When did they appear?" you asked puzzled.

"Groomsman Powers" Lando mumbled and you and Charles laughed.

You pulled your fiancé back to you and kissed him again, knowing that the two drivers would drive off in disgust.

They laughed in the middle of the kiss when they heard the "Ewww" from Lando.

"I love you Charles. Thank you for this" you murmured as they broke away from the kiss and he smoothed one of the unruly strands of your hair.

"I love you too, thanks to you ma belle" he hugged you and this time you finally heard the camera flashes, but far from bothering you, it made you smile.

At least you already had photo options to place in the photo frame Charles had given you.

[true-illusion]

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Carlos Sainz and Charles Leclerc do the BEST ever SkyPad ❤️