#charles/daniel

[f1uckinghell]

I'm bringing this fic back bc I think it's still one of my best

[jaeclerc]

Baby Come Home // Charles/Daniel // 2.6K

tw: ableism towards a deaf character

Charles isn’t too sure when he first met Daniel, he has just always been there, like the shine in his maman’s eyes or the slight dip on the third step of the staircase leading upstairs. He can’t remember when he first noticed him, but he can remember the first time Daniel actually looked back at him and noticed him.

He was 6, staring up the stairs of their house as he watched Jules, Enzo, and Daniel bounce up to the top level, a frown on his lips. They thought they were so grown up, at their ripe age of 8. Maybe they were, Charles didn’t know. He was only 6. But, he desperately wanted to play with them and he signaled that with incessantly flashing the lights so Lorenzo would look at him so he could sign. Their mother was hunting down the new pack of batteries for Charles’ cochlear's and had been for the last hour. 

“I want to play!” He signed to Enzo when he finally looked at him, rolling his eyes at Charles. “Please Enzo.” 

Charles wasn’t that good at lip reading so when Daniel said something to him, he couldn’t quite understand, his face scrunching as he signed to Enzo. 

“What?” He demanded, looking between both his brother and his cousin. 

“Nothing, Charlie.” Jules signed back to him, before he turned to Daniel and gestured, presumably explaining that Charles was Deaf and couldn’t hear anything without his processors on. He also gestured to Enzo, pointing to his hearing aid on his left ear, probably explaining that all of them were on the deafness spectrum as best as an 8 year old could. 

Daniel nodded, his head quirked to the side as he waved at Charles before turning to talk to Jules and Lorenzo. 

“Daniel said he wants to play with you.” Jules automatically translated for him. Charles grinned and went to see if his Maman had found the batteries so he could actually talk to Daniel without missing every other word from his lips. He was trying hard to learn how to lip read in school but it was very hard and most of his family was at least to an intermediate level of ASL or LSF, so he didn’t have to use it at home. 

Charles flickered the lights when he walked in the room, causing his Maman to look up as he signed “Did you find them?” 

His maman gestured to the counter where his processors were laying on the counter, signing back that she had. He waited for her to help him put them back on him, smiling as they turned on and he could hear the world around him again. 

He ran off to find Daniel to show him that his ears worked again. Kinda. Jules told him that his hearing ear and his Cochlear sounded a little different but Charles knew no difference, having always only heard through his devices. 

-

The first time Charles really realized just how much Daniel meant to him, he was 14. 

He was sitting at the lunch table with Enzo, Jules, and Daniel, fiddling with his processors. The noise in high school was a lot, even two weeks into the transition from his Deaf focused middle school into mainstream high school. His English skills were advanced, he could speak well, and he had no problems with focusing in a normal classroom, but the cafeteria was a different story. Thousands of voices and sounds came crashing over him all at the same time and he wasn’t used to it. 

“Charles.” Enzo scolded when he saw him playing with the device. “Don’t break it again. Just take them off for the moment if you’re really that bothered.” Charles rolled his eyes at him but detached the magnets, making everything go silent around them as he looked at all of them. Charles started eating his lunch, chatting with Enzo and Jules as Daniel vocally spoke to them. They both took turns interpreting for him, but Daniel had spent years with them all. His own hands reflexively clumsily signing the main points of what he was saying, just fragments of what he was talking about, half formed but still clear enough for Charles to understand whatever he was wishing to express to all of them. Charles could lip read well, but he appreciated not having to focus on mouths. 

Charles was struck by how fond he was of Daniel. He was hearing, raised in a hearing household, but he still tried for all of them in their native language, picking up their language and using it to communicate with them, especially Charles who relied a little more heavily on sign as he was born with profound Deafness, while Jules and Enzo were both only fully effected in one ear. 

It struck him with a sudden quickness, how much he liked Daniel. 

“Daniel.” He signed “You need to learn how to sign with both hands, you look like you’re speaking only halfway.” He giggled at the look on his face, smiling at the older boy as he picked at his school issued tater tots. 

Daniel waved to get Charles’ attention once again and used both hands to sign to him. 

“Enrolled. Class. Learn.” He said, and Charles nodded. 

“Good. Because you can understand well but your signing is…not so good. Sorry.” Jules and Lorenzo both nodded their agreement, Jules turning slightly to speak to him. 

“Charles is just picky. He grew up spoiled with everyone knowing sign so he never had to suffer through the well wishers who thought they were fluent. At least you try, but he is right. You really do suck at ASL.” Daniel gasped in mock offense, causing Charles to laugh again, flushing when people looked at him. He assumed he was being loud, but nobody at his table turned to shush him, so he just continued. 

He nudged Jules, signing “You’re just jealous that Maman and Uncle said that I sign LSF better than you.” 

Jules shook his head before saying “Bell.” and gesturing up to indicate to Charles that lunch time was over. He made sure to connect his transmitters again, cringing slightly at the cascade of sound as he gathered his things to dump them. 

He felt a nudge and looked up to see Daniel, replying vocally when he asked “Ear?” 

“Yes, I always put them back in after lunch, Though, I wish I could get away with not. Mr. Pross always breathes so loud into my microphone and has it pressed way too close to his mouth.” He shutters, and Daniel cackles. They had the same math class, so they walked together, pushing through the crowded halls. 

Charles felt so cool walking with Daniel who was extraordinarily more popular than him. He smiled at Daniel as he cracked jokes, trying to only focus on his voice when someone bumped into him, slightly hard, jostling the hand Charles had reached up to push his magnet under his hair, causing his device to fall on the ground. 

The culprit didn’t even stop to apologize as Charles bent down to pick his transmitter, trying to see if it was broken from the person stepping on it. He prayed it wasn’t, his parents had just bought him new racing red ones that he knew were not cheap. But, when he picked it up, he saw that the magnet was now detached and he frowned even harder. 

“Hey!” Daniel called down the hallway, walking after the person who had jostled Charles. “Hey, you!” He caught up to them. It was that guy who had been taunting Charles, the guy from his Advanced French class that had asked why he was there if he was “SPED”. 

“I’m just Deaf?” Charles replied in confusion. 

“Wow! I didn’t know you knew how to speak.” was all he said, causing Charles to wrinkle his nose and look away. 

“Why didn’t you apologize to him for bumping into him?” He demanded, glaring the boy down. 

“Daniel.” He signed “It’s fine!”

“No, it isn’t, Charlie.” Daniel replied. He turned back to the boy, who had introduced himself as Zach on their first day if Charles could recall correctly. 

“Danny, c’mon.” Zach chidded “He obviously said it’s okay.” He mocked Charles signing, and Charles flushed, embarrassed that this was happening in front of Daniel. 

“Don’t mock him. Just because you barely know more than English doesn’t mean you get to mock him. You broke his fucking device. Imagine someone just walking over your precious phone. Say sorry.” Daniel snarled. Charles grabbed his wrist, shaking his head. 

“Who cares? I’m sure he can make some sob story and get it covered.” Daniel shook off Charles’ hand and snatched Zach’s phone, chucking it over the railing of the level they were standing on, watching it clatter and shatter on the laminate floor below them. 

“Let’s go.” Was all Daniel had to say, letting go of Zach and steering Charles away to their math class, leaving everyone there to gawk at them. 

Charles’ parents were furious when they heard what happened, Daniel got suspended for 2 days, and Charles was pretty sure he was in love with Daniel when it was all said and done. 

-

Charles took off his transmitters at 19. He was sick of the world demanding him to conform to their expectations of him. Demanding him to mold himself into a hearing person when he was not. He was Deaf. 

“I understand.” His maman signed to him when he told her he was doing it. “It’s hard in this world. Your papa and I just wanted to give you the best accessibility that we could, but it has always been your choice. When you were about 3, you refused to wear them out for months and all our hearing friends would ask why we would let you do that. As if denying you the ability to be comfortable is the better choice. You can put them back whenever you want. If you want.” She kissed his forehead as he leaned against her, closing his eyes. 

When he told Daniel, signing to him over FaceTime so the other man could practice his interpretation skills with him, he nodded. 

“Good. You always seemed so uncomfortable with them on.” Charles beamed at him. Daniel always got him, above anyone else. He understood Charles more than anyone else in his life. He got all of Charles’ weird idiosyncrasies and appreciated them with so much reverence, it made Charles’ heart nearly beat out of his chest. 

Charles was so in love with him, it made him almost feel sick with how struck he was by the other man. 

“How are your classes?” He signed to Charles, capturing his attention again. 

“So exhausting! You do not understand how tired I am of having to explain why I have my interpreter there and that she’s allowed everywhere I am. Soooo many people demanding to know why I don’t have hearing aids! Do they not understand the concept of being Deaf?” Charles rolled his eyes as he dramatically signed, exasperated. 

He loved being Deaf, he was extremely proud to have grown up in a Deaf family, surrounded by not only his Monegasque culture, but also his Deaf culture, but it was not easy being Deaf in a world that was built for hearing people. Especially when people saw being Deaf as some sort of shortcoming, expecting him to do whatever to make them more comfortable with his Deafness, even if it meant sacrificing his own comfort and happiness. Charles was so tired of it, he spent years wearing his transmitters and dealing with how much he hated it just to fit in. He was sick of it. 

He wanted to be comfortable and happy, he was born without his hearing and he liked it that way. 

“I’m sorry, cherry.” Daniel shook his head, before turning his head to look at someone off cam. Charles couldn’t read his lips to even get an idea of what he was saying, annoyed that someone else was trying to take Daniel’s attention. 

Daniel signaled the other person away and turned back to Charles, saying “Sorry, my roommate was wondering who I was talking to. He wants to go out to a party tonight.” 

Charles pointed to his lips, raising his eyebrows as Daniel laughed and translated himself to Charles, causing the other to giggle. 

“Are you going to go?” He asked, a bit sad but trying to keep it under wraps. The downside to being Deaf was that he was so used to keeping open and candid body language that it was hard to hide, even when he schooled his face. 

“If you don’t want me to, I won’t. I wanna talk to you and we haven’t really spoken much since you started class.” Daniel expressed to him, 

Charles frowned, shaking his head, trying to emphasize as he said “No, you should! I don’t want to keep you from having fun.” Even though all he wanted to do was talk to Daniel. More than anything. 

Daniel signed “Love you.” which caused Charles to smile, his eyes wrinkling and his dimples popping out as he signed it back and hung up, sighing softly as he looked at himself in his phone’s reflection. He felt pathetic with how much he adored Daniel. 

-

Charles was 20 when he got scouted by AR Models. He was 20 when his whole world changed. He was also 20 when he completely went publicly non-verbal, refusing to use his voice when he had his sign and anyone who was actually worth his time allowed him to use his interpreter. 

When he told Daniel, FaceTiming him in excitement, too excited to even use the minimal words he usually did use with the other man, instead rapidly signing to him in LFS, which Daniel was hardly intermediate in. 

“Charles!” Daniel signed back. “I do not know what you are saying, I don’t know LSF that well, darling.” Charles blushed, laughing a little as he simply spoke out loud to him. 

Charles rarely ever spoke in public, but he would happily use his voice with Daniel, even if his volume control was hard to gauge. 

“I got signed. I got signed to a modeling agency. I-” he went back to sign, English was too hard for him to express himself when he was this excited. “I got signed to be a model, Daniel. With a real fucking agency.” 

The way Daniel’s face dropped made Charles’ heart ache in a way he never knew it could, the feeling nearly choking him out. 

“That’s really good, cherry.” Was all he signed back and Charles was confused. Not only by how sad Daniel’s body language seemed, but by the way he wasn’t even smiling at Charles, his dark eyes looking conflicted as Charles watched him. 

“I-are you not happy about it?” Charles asked, and Daniel only bit his lip, looking like he was about to sigh, but Charles couldn’t tell, he could never really tell through the phone. He cocked his head as he stared at Daniel on screen and he sighed as well, feeling the slight vibration in his throat. 

Charles propped his phone on a window seal, too excited to tell Daniel about his new contract that he hadn’t even left the agency building before calling him. He stared at Daniel before going to talk, the other man obviously not going to respond to him. 

“I don’t know what is wrong, but I wish you would tell me. I don’t even know-This is a dream come true for me, you know this. So I am confused why you look like a kicked dog.” Daniel frowned, his eyebrows furrowing but Charles was on a roll, already ranting, his signing getting more and more mixed up between ASL and LSF. He could not understand why Daniel wouldn’t be happy for him. 

“Charles.” Daniel signed. “I am so happy for you. That’s all. I’m happy for you.” and then he hung up and Charles was left in the lobby of his new agency, phone disconnected and tears in his eyes. 

-

Charles was 24 and drunk when he saw Daniel for the first time in 3 years. In some gay bar in New York City of all places, kissing another guy. Charles didn’t know his heart could break all over again, but here it was, shards in his hands in the middle of a neon lit dance bar. 

Daniel looked up and spotted him, and then looked away. Charles wanted to fucking throw up all the espresso martinis he had just drank, and he turned away, smiling at the guy he was with. Who cared what Daniel thought anyway? 

Charles wished he didn’t.

[caihongs]

everything i know about love

charles/daniel / teen / 5.8k | read here

When they return to Monaco, Charles knows he’ll never be the same again. What follows is devastating and Charles can only move forward with a car that’s built like a rocket, but Daniel is still here. He buys him socks, interrupts him in interviews, and his heart only rabbits in his chest whenever he sees black and yellow in the crowd. He’s only twenty-one and suddenly, he’s found himself with someone else to lose.

[crudeoildistillation]

finally finished drawing the entire grid! really struggled with some guys but hopefully you can't tell who....

(blank template available here!)

[f1xnorrisxleclerc]

[landoom]

How does drivers call each other based on Grill the Grid

Drivers calling each other GTG

So, I did a little analysis on how the drivers are referring to each other in the last Grill the Grid video!!

You need to read the line to see how that driver is calling the ones in the columns.

Some conclusions :

Lando and Lewis are mostly referenced by their names as his Zhou but that's a specific case.

Checo and Danny have nicknames

Charles went all out on the name/surname combo

Max, Logan, Alex and Estie loves calling the others by their names only

Lando uses surnames unless your his friend, (ex)teammate or Lewis

Oscar uses surnames unless your Max, Lando, Logan or Zhou

George says Lance but Lance says Russell

Nico called George "Georgie" (while saying he has feminine lips...so what you want with that!)

There are many more things to read into this... In a more serious way or with shipping glasses.

You can see the table better with the link, if you want!

[verstappen-cult]

ACCIDENTALLY SENDING HIM AN AUDIO MOANING, F1 GRID.

✶ THE GRID. max verstappen. charles leclerc. oscar piastri. lando norris. daniel ricciardo. george russell.

content warnings ✶ disclaimers. fem!reader. smau. sexting. suggestive content. attempted humor.

do not repost, translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own. | © verstappen-cult, 2024.

GWEN RAMBLES — helloooo 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️ what is this? you may ask yourself. well, this is just a silly little thing i wanted to try. let me know what you think and if you’d like to see more of this. i had a very fun time doing these! comments & reblog are greatly appreciated.

[finifugue]

watching the front positions of f1: Same 5 guys trading off finishing positions with each other every week

watching the midfield/backrunners of f1: Pierre Gasly and Esteban Ocon are roleplaying Javert and Hugh Jackman in a Les Miserables fight to mutually assured destruction over a no-points position. Lewis Hamilton is going to physically fight his own car to the death. Yuki Tsunoda and Daniel Ricciardo are going to physically fight each other to the death, but Daniel has a disadvantage because Lance Stroll has a sniper rifle aimed at his head. The Saubers are rewriting the federalist papers in the pits. Kevin Magnussen has planted a bomb on the track, and the blast has inevitably caught a Williams.

[cutieln4]

Pure Chaos Pt. 3 | F1 smau

f1 grid x driver!reader

summary: she can not stop posting lando memes, and the internet loves it

fc: lia block

a/n: hii guys!! i’m on holiday right now and internet is spotty so the next part might not come until a couple of weeks. thank you sm for all your feedback and support so far! it really means a lot🫶💗

part 1 part 2 part 4 part 5

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series taglist: @tremendousstarlighttragedy @scenesofobx @agiscool @rxouxcesss

[wintergreenoreo]

“I watch F1 for the drivers.”

The drivers:

[iheartmonaco]

Calling them "good boy"

🔸inc.: Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Max Verstappen, Daniel Ricciardo, George Russell, Lewis Hamilton, Sebastian Vettel

🔸Gender Neutral reader

🔸masterlist

[jaeclerc]

would love to read baby come home pt.2 :))))))pls it was amazing :))))

Charles was 20 when Daniel stopped talking to him. He tried calling him multiple times, to no avail. He messaged him furiously, begging for Daniel to respond to him, to explain what the fuck was going on. Things were going so well for them, Charles thought that maybe. Maybe Daniel loved him back like that and that they could start something beautiful. 

He called Jules, crying down the phone and begging him to get Daniel to respond to him, to explain to him why he wasn’t responding to him. What did Charles do wrong? He just couldn’t understand, no matter how he spun it. Even in the most unlikely scenarios, the way Daniel just completely put a wall up was baffling him. 

If Daniel was jealous he was getting this success, it made no sense. 

If Daniel was angry that Charles wasn’t finishing his physics and teaching degree, it had no ounce of rationality in Charles’ mind. 

Maybe Daniel was mad because Charles was changing, but-. Daniel was the one who always embraced Charles’ changes and weird quirks. He was the one who would lay on the damp grass at night and gently remove Charles’ transmitters, signing to him above their faces and explaining to him that he did all of this for Charles. So Charles always had someone in his corner, someone who understood him.

Jules and Enzo tried to get him like Daniel did, but they didn’t know what it was like to be queer. They weren’t so interested in his photography and modeling, but Daniel loved it like Charles did. He would pose for Charles, give him ideas for his art. He would take photos of Charles and submit them to every agency they could think of, for shits and giggles in the middle of the night. He always told Charles he was beautiful enough to be on the cover of every magazine. He was the one who encouraged Charles to model, to get in front of the camera. 

“Come on, cherry! Daniel called. “That face is a thing of beauty, it’d be a shame to hide it behind a camera only.” 

Charles only blushed and giggled but indulged him, getting in front of his camera for a few portraits. They were alright, Charles was embarrassed by how you could see his patchy stubble and the pimples on his chin that he developed whenever he was stressed out. 

“You are so gorgeous, Charles. The fact that you have pimples just makes you even prettier.” Was all Daniel said. 

-

Charles was almost 21 when Daniel finally responded to him, months after Charles had given up. Daniel was barely responding to Jules nor Lorenzo, and he certainly wasn’t giving Charles a second of his time and Charles grew angry when he finally gave it up, sending one last message before unfollowing Daniel on everything and deleting his name from his phone. He wished that it didn’t create a trending topic on twitter when he did that, but what could he do? This was his life now and he had no choice but to embrace. So what if his followers cared who he unfollowed? 

Charles was surprised when his phone rang and it was Daniel’s number that he memorized for if he was in a really bad situation and needed no judgment. He picked up, his heart racing as he waited for Daniel’s picture to load. Daniel looked furious at him, his body language awful and sour.

“Tell your fans to stop flooding my dms.” Was all he signed before he hung up, leaving Charles baffled and very sad. But also, just so angry. 

So he posted on Instagram and let the cards fall where they might. Who cared if it was petty? Daniel left without a word during one of the most important times of his life, the turn of his career. That was, in Charles’ mind, a million times more petty. 

-

Charles was 24 and dealing with the worst hangover he had ever experienced in his life. Perhaps dramatic, but his head was pounding and his mouth tasted like vomit and regret. He rolled the side of his bed and grasped for his phone, checking to see if any important emails came through about the Prada show. Probably not, Prada was so notorious for never sending details until mere days before the shows they wanted him in. That was business. 

He had no Prada emails. But, he did have a text from an unknown number and when Charles read the contents, he wanted to throw up again. 

“Hey, it’s Daniel Ricciardo. I saw you last night! We should catch up :). My boyfriend is a huge fan and really wants to meet you as well!” 

Charles smiled sardonically at himself in the black screen of his locked phone as it timed out. Of course. His boyfriend was a fan of his work. Which ones, a small insecure part of himself wondered. The modeling probably, that’s what everyone knew him for. 

Charles wanted to call, wanted to yell and keep his transmitters off so Daniel couldn’t respond to him. He wanted to scream at him and sob and tell him that he has been in love with him for over ten years. That he thought that maybe they could’ve been something great. Instead, he replied. 

“Hi, Daniel! I’m free to meet this afternoon at Brownstone Cafe in Manhattan around 2.”

It was already noon and he hated that he had agreed to meeting Daniel and his boyfriend. 

-

Charles decided to keep it casual. He didn’t want to be weird and dress up the tens for a coffee meeting. He just dressed in a pair of ripped overalls and his favorite black hoodie, pulling a beanie on to cover his hair. It was brisk in New York and he didn’t want to freeze. 

He arrived after Daniel despite being early and his heart ached when he saw the other man smiling broadly at his presumed boyfriend. Charles pulled the door open and pasted a smile on, pulling his hood and sunglasses off. 

“Charlie!” Daniel said and then corrected himself “Hey, Charles.” 

“Hi, it’s good to see you.” He smiled and then turned to Daniel’s boyfriend. 

“Oh, you must be Daniel’s boyfriend!” The blonde man looked baffled and then blushed. 

“H-hello, I’m MJ!” Charles smiled and shook his hand as Daniel slightly side eyed him. Charles kindly ignored him as he chatted with his boyfriend. 

“I didn’t know you were Dan’s friend from childhood! I saw you yesterday and was so shocked! Then he told me that he actually knew you because you were his childhood friend’s little brother and then said he’d text you. I thought he was bluffing but turns out he really does know you! He loves to bluff so I was surprised.” Charles laughed and raised his eyebrows at Daniel. 

“Oh yes, I’ve known Daniel for years. Sadly, we lost touch for some reason.” The slight wrinkle between Daniel’s eyebrows made him smirk a little, feeling a little satisfied with himself. 

“You know how life is…” Daniel said and Charles hummed, nodding before signing to Daniel. 

“We need to talk.” Daniel just exhaled and Charles turned back to MJ. 

“Oh yeah! I forgot you were Deaf and Dan knows sign language. I was always curious why he was so fluent! This makes so much sense.” Charles was a little surprised. Last he knew, Daniel was in college for ASL medical interpretation. 

“Oh, I thought he was in college for-It doesn’t matter! What is it both of you do?” Charles asked. 

“I’m an investment banker and Dan does marketing for my company.” MJ cut Daniel off before he responded and Charles nodded, head leaning forward to read MJ’s lips a little. 

“Daniel can you-” Daniel nodded and translated for Charles, causing him to look at them confused. 

“Oh. Marketing?” He asked. That didn’t sound like Daniel. 

“I thought those magnets made it so you could hear?” Charles wrinkled his nose, shaking his head as he giggled. 

“No, they make me able to understand some sounds but it’s quite hard to interpret at times, especially with background noise. I can’t hear anything. I never have.” He explained, trying to be kind to someone who obviously didn’t know. 

“Excuse me for not knowing anyone Deaf! Plus you usually talk and don’t sound Deaf, so I thought you could hear in a way.” Charles looked at Daniel, his smile falling as he signed back to Daniel. 

“I don’t like this attitude. I didn’t know you put up with those beliefs.” Charles was not too happy, if he was honest but he was trying. 

“What’d he say, Dan?” MJ demanded and Charles’ nose wrinkle.

“He said-It doesn’t matter. But, maybe don’t say things like that. He is Deaf, but had voice training.” Daniel replied, automatically translating for him and Charles felt some sort of vindication. He also was fond that Daniel fell into the habit of translating for Charles. 

“Well, he’s lucky he’s pretty. At least that gives him a job.” and Charles’ jaw dropped and he scooted out of his chair as he looked at him, anger simmering in his chest. 

“You’re actually lucky that I’m kind. I was kinda going to be a physicist and was in honors college before I got scouted for being, quote, pretty. At least I made my way in some manner. What do you have? A gifted position? Audism?” He put his glasses on, turning on his heel before turning to Daniel and signing, rapid and angry.

“If you don’t follow me, I will actually never speak to you again. If you stay with someone who holds those thoughts I will be disgusted in the person you are, especially when-” He cut himself off, upset, storming off and heartbroken that Daniel didn’t follow. 

- 

When Charles was 17, Daniel was his first kiss, gentle and loving and so fucking guilty.

-

When Charles was 18, and slightly high with Daniel, Daniel was his first time. It was gentle and loving and Charles was screwed for life. 

-

Charles was startled out of his stomping off when someone grabbed his arm. He turned with his PR smile pasted on when he saw it was Daniel and his body instantly filled with anger. 

“Charles, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, please. Stop. I never-I do not believe in those thoughts, and I was just telling him it’s over.” Charles relaxed, his throat heavy as he looked at Daniel. 

“Why?” He asked. 

“Because-I couldn’t be with someone who felt those things. I would never-” Charles shook his head, his lips pressed flat. 

“No.” He signed. “Why?”

“I can’t tell you that.” Daniel replied and Charles nodded, turning away from him. Daniel disappointed him yet again. He doesn’t know why he’s shocked. 

Daniel gently stopped him again and grabbed his arm again, Charles trying to shake him off. 

“I was jealous. I was so jealous, I couldn’t fathom why I was. You were just a friend and then suddenly I was so jealous that you would be in front of every camera known to man, instead of mine. Then I realized-I realized the times we kissed or the times we did things, they weren’t just fun for me.” Charles bitterly laughs at that, baffled by this man. 

“So you ghosted me? And left?” Daniel looked so guilty, it almost made Charles feel bad. 

“It took a while to work through it and then it was too late by then and then you blew up over text and removed me from everything and I was just-I was angry with you. And then you posted that instagram story and I knew things were in shambles.” He admitted. 

“I loved you so much. I loved you-I was already yours. I’ve been yours since I was 14.” Charles whispered, his voice cracking as he felt the tears well up. 

“I knew that.” Daniel signed back. “I knew that. And I felt guilty and then I felt the same and then it was too late.”

“I just wanted you to talk to me. And you left.” He replied and wiped his eyes, pushing his glasses up and Daniel sighed, pulling him into a hug. 

“I’m sorry, Cherry.” He signed gently against his hip. 

[no-144444]

the grid: No Nut November!

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Featuring: Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Alex Albon, Franco Colapinto, Logan Sargeant, Daniel Riccardo, Liam Lawson, Charles LeClerc, Max Verstappen, Paul Aron, Arthur LeClerc.

thank you to the person that requested this!!!

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Oscar Piastri: wouldn’t do it. 

Even if every driver on the grid was offering 1,000€ each as a prize, he was not giving up fucking you for an entire month. 

Even though he looks like a sweetie pie he would absolutely be a freak in the sheets and he was not about to give up the only way he actually gets his frustration out (aka fucking you). 

Everyone kind of boos him for it but then half way through the month he gets to be smug while they’re all miserable and complaining, because he can fuck his girlfriend whenever he wants. 

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Lando Norris: would try, but definitely fail. 

He wouldn’t care about the prize, he’d just have such a ‘how hard can it be?’ attitude. 

Newsflash: extremely. 

You would not make it easy for him either; wearing the sluttiest clothes, basically giving him fuck me eyes all the time, enjoying it when you see him get hot and bothered. 

He snaps on his birthday, and fucks you for hours straight. You can barely walk the next day. 

He decides to own up and pay his part of the bet with no shame, he has a hot girlfriend and he likes fucking her, sue him! 

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Lewis Hamilton: wouldn’t even try

He’s uninterested in the things most of the grid do in their spare time, and he knows they’re uninterested in him too. They don't need to know about his sex life, but what people can guess is that it is very much alive. 

I mean… you two had a baby literally 8 months after your wedding, to the day. 

The other 3 kids don't exactly help his case… 

He’d say yes, just so he could be added to the group chat and he would tell you who is winning and losing.

He’d lose on the first day with no shame. Everyone knows he's just here for the public shaming of others. 

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George Russell: would win

Not saying he’s not a freak in the sheets, but he would set up the entire thing (group chat, the money pool, etc.) and he cannot be seen lacking. 

Even if it wasn’t his idea, he still needed to win. 

You do make the entire month absolute torture though. 

Matching sets, showing as much skin as possible, everything. 

Even walking around the apartment naked. 

But somehow, he doesn’t budge. 

At the end of the month he does fuck you for ages, and you literally cant get out of bed, let alone follow him to a race. He tells the media you’re sick and all of the drivers have the dirtiest laughs as he explains. Despite every question, they keep their mouths shut. 

George did announce that he won at the end, much to your chagrin. 

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Alex Albon: he’d last a while

 He would honestly be pretty good. 

He kind of breaks the rules, he constantly gives you oral and jerking himself off, but it wasn’t specifically stated in the rules (apart from the name… but whatever)

He makes it like halfway through the month until a particularly bad race result. 

He fucks you all night. 

When you both get to the paddock in the morning, George pays him a visit to collect the money like the smug bastard he is. 

He heard you two last night. 

He was 4 doors down. 

Oops. 

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Franco Colapinto: he’s the one who accidentally tells the press. 

We all know Franco is awful at keeping his mouth shut, and in an interview he somehow lets it slip that he needed to find George to give him money. 

They ask him what for. 

He says ‘the bet’ and explains that they’re doing NNN this year and that he lost. 

It was worth it though, you two hadn’t seen each other in months (you were busy in uni, he was busy at races) and he just had to have you. 

He made it like a quarter of the way into the month. 

He didn't really care. 

The drivers honestly just found it funny that he told the media. 

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Logan Sargeant: would make it most of the way, but just fall short by like 4 days.

He had done so well, ignoring all of your sexual advances for the majority of the month…

Then he got drunk. 

Drunk Logan and drunk you? Yeah, you’re fucking. 

He couldn’t keep his hands off you, and he paid the price. 

He paid up sheepishly the next day, George looked at him with the smuggest smile ever. 

Logan didn’t even care. He fucked you twice as much as before. 

He has to make up for lost time, right? 

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Daniel Riccardo: he would lose immediately.

This man is a 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀 

He would kind of do the same thing as Lewis, pay to just watch the rest of them loose. 

He does last a little bit longer though (in their eyes).

 He doesn’t pay up until the second week even though he’s been fucking you the entire time. 

He has absolutely no shame about it either. 

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Liam Lawson: he would almost win.

He's such a cutie. I think he’d somehow abstain for a while. 

He’d get to around the 26th, and then give up. 

The month was torture though. 

You literally would beg him every night, and he would just have to say no. 

You were impressed at how long he lasted. 

But then he gave in after he scored points in mexico...

Yuki ratted him out to George, he was very embarrassed.

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Charles LeClerc: he would lose immediately.

Charles is an idiot. 

He would lose the first day by accident, and then try to pretend that it doesn't count until George actually comes knocking on his drivers room door looking for the money. 

He heard you, of course. 

Charles reluctantly watches the rest of the month play out, bitter that his own forgetfulness took him out so early. 

He vows to win next year. 

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Carlos Sainz: wouldn’t do it. 

He’s not giving up fucking you for a month. No way. 

He also wouldn’t be interested in the sex lives of others enough to even pay into it like Lewis. 

His sex life is his own, and as much as he loves healthy competition, this is a race he’s happy to lose. 

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Max Verstappen: would be a huge bitch all month.

Dude is like a moody teenager when he’s not getting it. 

Daniel persuades him to do it and he makes it a few days in.

Literally turns into the biggest moody bitch ever.

By the 8th day everyone is begging you to just fuck him so he’ll stop being such a cunt to them.

You do. 

He pays up and spends the rest of the month fucking you. 

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Paul Aron: he would almost win.

He would last pretty long. Like maybe more than half the month

Despite his playboy facade, he’s actually more into cuddles and shit like that. 

 But after a bad race…

Yeah, he pays up with zero shame. 

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Arthur LeClerc: he would lose, in two ways. 

Y’know how quickly Charles lost, yeah he’d be worse.

He wouldn’t forget, he’d just think that he can get away with fucking you all month but of course, that doesn’t happen.

George comes knocking after Charles tells him he can hear you two.

You are deeply embarrassed that your boyfriend's brother heard you two having sex, and you impose a ban for the rest of the month. 

You say it’ll help you both be more aware of when and where you’re doing it, and how to not get caught by his brother again. 

He curses out his brother the next time he sees him.

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[f1-birb]

THE HUGS

pics by Steven Tee and Sam Bloxham

[csainzoperator]

"let's break up" ☆

summary: you text your f1 boyfriend "let's break up" as a prank.

trigger warnings: fem pronouns, mentions of seperated parents, mentions of killing (as a joke), nicknames, idk if there are more (?)

charles, carlos, lewis, george, max

lando, oscar, alex, logan, daniel

an: omg pls i need such responses. especially logan's cos that's literally me. but hope you had fun reading this, my loves!

[f1luvrr]

texts au- send me a selfie

summary: you ask your boyfriend to send a selfie

includes: lando, carlos, daniel, max, lewis, oscar, george and charles