#f1 monaco

[loonylupinblack3]

Home Race

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: Charles finally wins in Monaco and you're there to celebrate alongside him

Warnings: none i think? maybe slight suggestive content but very, very vague

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: I LITERALLY CAN'T EVEN IM SO HAPPY FOR CHARLES YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND 😭😭 THIS IS LIKE A DREAM

Your heart was bursting. You felt like you couldn’t breathe as you ran through the paddock, ignoring the flash of the cameras. Charles had won. Charles had won in Monaco, his home race, a dream he’d held close to his heart for years but one he’d started losing hope for, year by year as luck went against him.

This year was different. You’d felt it in the air, as you arrived for the weekend. A hope, latching onto your heart, stronger than usual. There was a fevored excitement in the air that hadn’t been there before, as if the people of Monaco too knew this was the year Monaco would finally accept Charles, would let him win and feel that pure ecstasy of earning P1 in your home race.

People moved out of your way as you ran, smiles and congratulations following you. Fifth place was good; you could have done better, but a 5-6 for Red Bull was still an acceptable turnout, and you knew some teams on the grid couldn’t even dream of actually achieving a 5-6, so you were okay with your result.

It didn’t matter to you much though, not with your boyfriend having finally achieved his childhood dream of winning his home race. You could only imagine the emotions he must be feeling, the joy and shock of finally winning. The relief of finally feeling like maybe, maybe you do belong there, maybe you do deserve this. The overwhelming pure happiness of winning in your home, along your streets, full of people you know, your people, watching from balconies and screaming from stands. You couldn’t be happier for your boyfriend if you tried.

You made it to the crowd waiting beneath the podium, pushing yourself to the front. You stood out like a sore thumb with your navy Red Bull uniform against the sea of Ferrari red and yellow but you didn’t care, and no one else did either. Everyone had long ago gotten used to seeing Red Bull livery in the Ferrari garage and vice versa, the two of you always together no matter what team you’re on.

Today was no different, and you were pat on the back and had your shoulders squeezed by Ferrari engineers and employees, an honorary member of the team as they liked to call you. You craned your neck back to look at the podium, waiting with a grin for Charles to appear.

When he did you cheered alongside everyone else until your voice was hoarse, clapping your hands until they were raw. Charles spotted you immediately, like an iris in a sea of roses. His already ear splitting grin widened, eyes locked on you as he took his place in the middle of the podium.

You shared a smile, trying to show all the emotions you couldn’t put into words. Charles understood it; he always did, his gaze softening, smile morphing into something special, just for you. Your heart fluttered, even after all these years together, and your smile turned slightly shy, something Charles noticed if the way his grin turned into a smirk was any indication. 

You watched as he was awarded with his trophy, hugging the Prince of Monaco like an old friend, his hair windswept and eyes alight with an infectious joy. He grinned down at his team, at his fans, and at you. He had everything he wanted in front of him. The day could not get better.

You waited for him to get off the podium, hurrying to meet him at the Ferrari garage. When he finally made it there- being the winner of a grand prix made you a very busy person- his eyes immediately scanned the area for you, the corners of them crinkling from a smile when he found what he was looking for.

You ran up to him and threw your arms around him in a bone crushing hug, feeling so overwhelmingly happy for him. He mirrored your emotions, an iron grip on you as one hand wrapped around your waist and the other rested on your back, nestling his head into your hair.

You pressed kisses to the side of his head, and when you pulled back peppered his face in kisses too, the man laughing but indulging your antics, the both of you over the moon. He cupped your face in his hands when you were done, staring into your eyes, finding the same happiness he was feeling in them. You understood each other, cared for each other and both your achievements. His happiness was yours and vice versa.

He grinned, pulling you close for a kiss. There were cheers and teasing whistles as people watched, causing the two of you to smile against each other's lips. It wasn’t a long kiss- you’d save that for later when you were alone- but it was nice. It meant something, something only the two of you would understand and share.

You pulled back, letting Charles get dragged away and congratulated over and over, but he made sure you were close by, always catching your eye in the crowd, wanting to share this amazing moment with you.

You walked by his side, his arm wrapped securely around your waist as they travelled away from the garage to the docks by the harbour. By now some employees had left, and family friends had joined the group, creating a sea of colour rather than just red and yellow. You reached the docks and you took a safe step back from Charles, knowing what was about to happen.

Just like you expected, Charles took an unsuspecting Fred Vasseur’s shoulder, manoeuvring him to the edge, and with a strong shove pushed the man into the water, a spray of water droplets hitting the now laughing crowd.

Charles readied himself to jump in and you made sure your friends were recording- you hadn’t retrieved your phone after finishing the race- when Charles paused, turning towards you. Too late you realised what was about to happen, and by the time you started shaking your head Charles had you by the hips and jumped into the water, taking you down with him.

You let out a shriek as you hit the water, the cold enveloping you as your face went under. You could feel Charles’ hands leave your waist, so you both didn’t drown, and you swam up eagerly, gasping for breath when you broke through the water’s surface.

Charles came up shortly after, laughing and wiping his face. He saw you and gave you a cheeky grin, one you responded to by splashing him with water, the man exclaiming in surprise, his pleading mixed with laughter.

Before you could continue he had his arms wrapped around your waist and was tugging you to him, creating ripples through the water. You put your hands gently on his shoulders to balance yourself, smiling down at him.

“I love you,” you whispered. “I’m so proud of you.”

Charles pressed his head against your chest, giving your waist a squeeze. “Thank you mon amour. I love you too. So much.” He pulled back to look at you, his eyes full of adoration, and gently peeled a strand of wet hair from your face and tucked it behind your ear. “I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

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princess of monaco / CL16

Summary: Charles x Monégasque!wealthy!singer!female!reader - You finally get to meet the famous Formula 1 driver from your country. But it promises to become much more than just one meeting. I encourage listening to Enchanted by Taylor Swift in the first scene, and Monaco by MKTO in the last scene.

Warnings: language, use of pet names 'princess' and 'honey', slight soulmates feel

Requested?: No

Author's Note: Sorry my go-to careers for reader is always a singer or a baker, and today it ended up a singer. Also my requests are open right now; feel free to request! (Thank you to the person that did request; I'm working on that right now!)

Your father is one of the richest men in Monaco. Which means, of course, with all the other blessings you've had lavished upon you your entire life, you've always had the pleasure of these boring parties.

But you're here, because you have to be, and really, are you in any place to complain?

Besides, you have a certain amount of fame yourself. Though not a very famous one, you are a songwriter, and have done a few shows as your fame increases.

It's then, though, that your older brother saunters over to you with a big smile on his face, and you suddenly have a feeling by that mischievous look maybe this party could be promising after all. He smiles, nodding to you, grabbing an hors d'oeuvre off the snack table before slipping to stand next to you, eating it.

"What's this all about?" you ask, raising your eyebrows at him. Your brother Gabriel is nearly as successful as your father, in his own field, as a specialist doctor, but never acts nearly as professional at these parties as your father does.

His grin widens. "What is what all about?"

"The stupid smile on your face, dimwit. Got some prank you're about to pull on me or something?"

"What?!" he asks, mocking offense. "No, of course not! I actually have great news to tell you."

"Hmmm?" you ask, unimpressed, crossing your arms, still not sounding very convinced.

"I swear! Great news. Has to do with Formula 1, actually."

Now you're really confused. Ever since you and your brother were children, you were huge F1 fans, and watched the races every single weekend together. It's a tradition that has long since faded, with the business of adult life, but the two of you still continue to follow the sport and be fans of, of course, your country's own, Charles Leclerc. "Formula 1? What has that got to do with anything?"

"It actually has to do with everything?"

"What? Last minute Hamilton is retiring and Sainz is staying in Ferrari after all?"

Your brother laughs at the joke, and jokes back, "No, no, not quite that miraculous..."

"Oh, then, never mind then," you say teasingly, re-crossing your arms and turning your face away from him. "I don't even care what it is if it's not that!"

"Oh, really?" Gabriel says quieter, nudging you. "You wouldn't even care if I told you Father invited Charles Leclerc to this party, and he actually showed up?"

"H- Huh?" you ask, suddenly very interested, your head snapping right back to your brother's gaze.

But he just grins and subtly gestures with his head.

And your eyes follow his gesture across the room, until your eyes finally land on Charles Leclerc himself standing there, talking with some other less rich, less important, less famous guys. Your heart beat quickens in awe as you stare.

"Hey, but don't leave your mouth hanging open like that. That way, you look really stupid, and you definitely won't have a chance with him."

"Huh?!" you ask, your voice cracking, as you look back to your brother. "What are you talking about?"

He smirks. "You do have a mad crush on him, don't you?"

"Oh, shut up!"

"Well, don't go up asking for his autograph. You'll look like a fool."

"Gabriel, I know," you say in exasperation, gulping as you look back at Charles Leclerc himself, in the flesh.

And only across the room from him.

"Well, are you going to go talk to him?"

"Fuck no!"

Your brother stares at you like you're stupid. "Why not?"

"Are you?"

"Not unless he talks to me."

"Why not?"

He sighs, getting your point made, and shrugs, before saying in his silly tone of voice, "You know, if we just hang out here by the snacks the whole time, he's bound to come over to get some at some point."

"My God, Gabriel."

"You can't deny it's a good plan."

"You're stupid."

He grins. "Really? I personally think it's pretty smart."

So, it's decided. As stupid as it seems, you're going to stand by the hors d'oeuvres the entire night, until Charles Leclerc might come over to get some snacks, and there's a slight chance that you and your brother will get to have maybe a quick exchange with him.

Well, it's worth it. What else do you have to do any better?

But, apparently, luck is on your side tonight, because pretty soon Gabriel nudges you and murmurs, "Oh, lookie. It's the man himself coming over. Don't make yourself a fool."

And sure enough, you see him walking over across the room in your direction as he finishes up a conversation with one of your father's friends. He looks extremely fresh in his black suit and bow tie, and pristine white shirt underneath. You swallow.

He's literally the hottest one in this room. At this entire party.

And he's shining, too.

Your heart pounds in your ears as he ends his conversation and heads towards the snacks, a hand casually in his pocket.

He's reaching for a drink.

You gulp.

He's so close, you could reach out and touch him.

It's then, though, that he glances up.

Meets your gaze.

Because of course you were staring.

And he smiles.

You heart squeezes in your chest, magic fills your head, and you feel as though you could faint right there and fall right into poor unassuming Gabriel's arms.

Charles finishes grabbing his drink and a snack, and you're expecting him to just walk away, and that would be your only interaction with him, and you would replay that smile in your mind time after time, but that would be it, but-

He casually steps over to you and your brother with that lovely smile on his face, puts his hand out to Gabriel, and says, "Charles Leclerc, and you are?"

Gabriel beams, actually, in your opinion, looking more like an idiot than you do, before telling Charles his name, and introducing you as his sister, as well, with your name.

Charles eyes immediately turn to you as he puts out his hand to you, saying, "Y/n? That's a lovely name. It suites you, mademoiselle," he takes your hand in his. "Lovely name for a lovely young lady. I'm delighted to meet you." And with that, he leans down, bringing your hand to his lips, gently kissing it, before letting it go and straightening with- oh God- such a charming smile.

Now you really do feel as though you might faint.

"Thank you..." you get out, glad you didn't forget to respond to the man out of pure enchantment.

And, thankfully, after that, Charles and Gabriel just chat mostly for a while, which gives you a chance to regather yourself after the dizziness hit you. And that gives you a chance to, frankly, stare at Charles, and listen to his just lovely voice.

You just don't realize how much he can see you in the corner of his eye. And how every moment you glance away from him, he takes glances right back at you.

Soon, though, suddenly, your father comes rushing over. "Father-!" you say with a little smile, your face lighting up. You're always happy to see him, since you never really get to see him much, even at his own parties.

But once you realize he's serious about something, you let your shoulders slump again as you glance away. Your father whispers something to Gabriel, and Gabriel nods, his expression serious, before saying, "Right." He turns to Charles, saying, "If you'll excuse me, I've got to go."

Charles smiles and nods, "No problem at all."

Gabriel nods, and just like that, both your father and brother are gone.

And here you are, with Charles Leclerc, a nervous, blushing wreck.

Charles nods to you, though, taking a step towards you, and sips from his glass, before saying, "Well, Y/n, it looks like it's just the two of us, huh?" You think his eyes might quickly glance down to take in your fitting black slit dress, before returning to your eyes and saying, "So, the host is your father, hm?"

You smile, nodding, clearing your throat, trying to keep cool. "Ah, yes, uhm- Yes, me and Gabriel's father."

He nods, that little smile still on his face, the air between the two of you thick with electricity.

But maybe you're just imagining it. Right?

It's then that you feel the ounce of confidence to actually continue the conversation yourself. "So.. uh, congrats on your season this year..." You show a polite little smile.

He nods, glancing around the room, "It could have been better, but we pushed. Most races, we did everything we could."

You feel yourself begin to relax into the conversation a bit more as you laugh a bit and say, "I was really hoping Ferrari would win Constructor's."

He chuckles, nodding, taking another sip from his glass. "Oh, trust me. I was, too."

You stare at him, with his dimply little adorable smile, and say kind of dreamily, "Monaco was... amazing..."

"Hm?" he asks, confused for a moment, before he says, his little smile immediately turning into a big grin, "Oh, yes, my win?"

You nod. "Yeah. I was here for it."

"Oh, yeah? Yes... it's one I'll never forget."

"Me neither," you smile. "In all honestly, despite how embarrassing it is to admit it, I cried when you won that race."

"Cried?" he says with a little twinkle in his eyes. "You've been my fan a while then?"

You blush, shrugging. "I suppose you could say that. But I'm Monégasque. What else would you expect?"

He shrugs with a little cute nod, and says, "I guess so. Well, thank you for your support." He looks back to you, studying your face. "It's nice to think about all the fans from my own country who have been supporting me through the years, such as yourself. I'm sure there's none of them that are as beautiful as you, though."

Your eyes widen at the sudden last comment, and your cheeks heat up, before you stutter, "O- Oh... I- Thank you."

"It's the least I can do as repayment for getting to have a conversation with someone so stunning as yourself. So tell me about yourself, then. Because I've gone on about myself for far too long. Besides," he smiles knowingly. "You seem like the type of girl that would know a lot about me already, hm?"

You glance away, trying to swallow the embarrassed lump in your throat that's keeping you from speaking, feeling thoroughly like a flustered mess. You sigh shakily, before finally murmuring, looking away from his eyes, your head spinning with delight, "I... I guess you could say that... Well..." you clear your throat. "There's not much to say about me... I'm a singer."

His eyebrows raise in immediate interest at that. "Really? So you like music?"

You nod, sighing a bit as your composure comes mostly back to you. "Yes... I've always loved music. You know, singing, and a few instruments, but I was never that good. But I know you play some instruments?"

He smiles, nodding. "Primarily piano," and then he gently teases, taking a casual step towards you, "Maybe we'll have to write a song together sometime. I can only imagine your singing voice is just as captivating as you yourself."

Your heart skips a beat at that one as, just like that, that one more little flirt sends your head spinning once more and your face heating up.

You swear, usually, you wouldn't be this ditzy, especially not with a guy. But this guy is Charles Leclerc.

Charles beams, finishing his drink and setting it down on the table, his arm reaching near you in order to do that, before looking back up to you and saying after, his soft greenish eyes taking you in as he teases quietly, in a gentle, respectable voice, "Getting a bit shy now on me?"

You swallow, glancing away, your heartbeat pounding in your ear. "Not... really."

He smiles and murmurs, taking one more step closer, so he's standing basically right next to you now, inches away, "Then why don't you look me in the eyes?" A soft hum escapes his mouth as his hand gently touches your chin, tilting your face towards his own. His soft smile turns to a smirk as he jokes, "Head up, princess. Your crown is falling."

You know there's no going back when a line that would usually make you roll your eyes by how corny it is makes you feel butterflies down within your stomach.

You decide to convince yourself that it's just the tone, and has nothing to do with the words that actually came out of his mouth.

"Stunned speechless, princess?" he asks, eyebrows raising. "I thought you'd be used to this attention, from guys a lot more handsome and charming than myself."

"That's just the thing..." you swallow, gazing into those eyes. "I don't think I've ever met a guy that's as handsome and charming as you."

His eyes flicker in amusement and gratitude before he licks his bottom lip and nods, glancing around the room, before murmuring, turning back to you with the cutest little smile, "Y/n, I like you."

"From what I know about you, I like you, too."

His smile widens and those adorable dimples deepen. "And I just realised something somewhat unfortunate."

Your eyes immediately grow concerned, and before your brain has a chance to run possibilities, you ask, "What is it? Is everything alright?"

"Hm? Oh, yes, yes." He's now looking out at all the people at this party. Most people are talking, but slowly more and more couples have begun dancing in the middle of the floor to the lovely music being played live. Slow, classical, but absolutely and utterly pleasant. The kind of scene you could imagine in a royal ballroom, someplace far away and hundreds of years ago. "It's just that..." Charles continues on. "I seem to have missed the memo that I'm supposed to have a date for this party... All these couples dancing, and I've no one to dance with."

You stare, swallowing, thinking you know exactly what he's getting at, but being thoroughly too scared to ask.

That's when he looks right at you, his eyes bearing into you, and says simply and quietly, "I'm sure you with me... dancing, no one would be able to keep their eyes off of us."

You swallow, your eyelashes fluttering.

Is this a dream? Because you swear you've dreamed of stupid fantasies just like this one before.

You barely squeak, "I... for some reason, I reckon you're right."

He grins and holds his hand out to you, before whispering the most anticipated words: "Care to dance, my lady?"

You let your hand slip into the one he's holding out to you. "Why, I'd love to."

He beams and gently grips your hand, before pulling you out onto the dance floor with himself. His hands find your waist, and you put your arms on his shoulders, your sweaty hands clasped behind his neck. You dance together, letting him lead the way. At first, that's all it is, him gazing romantically into your eyes with that charming twinkle in his eyes, until, after a while, he mutters, just so you can only you can hear, "Are you comfortable?"

You nod, your gaze never leaving his, a little simper grazing your lips before you say, "I'm having fun. Charles."

He winks at you- sort of. His other eye scrunches up a bit, which makes you smile as you realise he really can't wink very well. But you don't mind. You like it. It's cute.

Besides, he seems to be doing everything else right, anyway.

"Oh, good," he says as he suddenly dips you in rhythm with the music, sending you into a fit of surprised giggles as he chuckles softly, too. When he brings you back up, your hands slip down to rest against his chest as you laugh.

And he looks at you like you're just the most beautiful work of art he's ever set eyes upon.

A look like that would be enough to make anyone's heart skip a beat. Especially from Charles Leclerc.

"Your laugh is almost better than the music itself," he compliments. "It's like all I want to do now is make you laugh."

You smile, shrugging. He continues to sway you as you talk. "It's not very hard to make me laugh."

"Oh, good. Does that mean my job is easy?"

You shrug, grinning. "All I'm saying is that it shouldn't take much, Mr. Leclerc."

He chuckles. "Just Charles is fine."

You beam. "Okay, Charles."

It's then that he takes your hand up and twirls you in a circle, making you happily squeal, which turns into more giggles, before he catches you, dips you low, and brings you up, so all the sudden, there he is, with one hand holding yours and the other around your back, with his face merely centimeters from your own.

You gasp, the giggles getting caught in your throat as you stare into his eyes.

"Did you think I was going to kiss you, princess?"

You gulp, suddenly aware of how hopelessly bright pink your face must be. "I- You might."

He smiles and whispers, "Do you want me to?"

You swallow, staring, almost paralyzed by the question. Do you want him to?

The question hangs in the air, until you sigh, somehow conquering your bad case of speechlessness and murmuring, "Well, I certainly wouldn't mind it if you did."

His eyes travel between your eyes, before finally resting on your lips as he whispers, "Perfect." And he leans in, kissing your lips gently, like he means it.

And when he leans away, he looks at you like he really did just kiss a goddess.

You feel like you might just faint right there in his arms. And this time, you really do mean it.

Charles dances with you and talks with you the entire night, up until he has to go. Now he stands by the snack table, where he first walked up to you, facing you with a little smile.

You stare, every fiber of your being wishing the night wouldn't have to end. You swallow. "Well, I guess this is it, then, huh?"

His eyes soften. "I guess so, Y/n. It's been fun."

You smile softly, your heart aching, though you know you've already gotten tons more than you would have ever asked for or imagined. "It has been. Charles."

He smiles, taking your hand in his. You can feel a piece of paper in his palm, and are about to ask him about it, but before you can, he leans in and gently kisses you for the last time. As he pulls away, he murmurs, "Well, princess, it's been a pleasure."

And with that, he leans away, slips his hand out of yours, and turns walking out. Leaving the slip of paper in your hand.

You watch him walk out of the building until he's completely out of sight. Only then do you open your palm as look at the paper, which has presumably Charles's swirly manuscript scrawled across it.

I've loved this night together, Y/n, and I hope we can turn it into many more, if I charmed you as much as you charmed me. I hope you won't forget me like I won't forget you

Text me if you get the chance; I think I've gotten the privilege of meeting the princess of Monaco herself tonight

Followed by a phone number.

And that's when you realise that this isn't the end. Why, this is only just the beginning.

"You got what?" Gabriel stares at you, his mouth hanging open in disbelief.

"I got Charles Leclerc's number."

He stares at you, dumbfounded, before suddenly leaning back, shaking his head, crossing his arms across his chest. "Okay, okay. Now, what's the point of this prank?"

"It's not a prank! I swear I'm being honest! I can show you the texts."

He leans in, eyebrows raising. "Go on."

You take out your phone, pull up the texts, and hand the phone to him. You watch in amusement as Gabriel reads it, scrolling, his face progressively getting more and more shocked the longer the phone is in his hand.

Finally, he hands it back, and murmurs simply, eyes wide, "No. Fucking. Way."

You grin. "Told you!"

"How? You're seriously going out with him next Friday? Charles Leclerc is pulling up next Friday in his freaking sexy Ferrari to pick up my sister for a dinner date?"

You shrug, liking to finally be on the front end of the teasing, and seeing Gabriel, The Tormentor of All Your Childhood, basically, reacting like this. "Yeah, pretty much. I mean, it's not that crazy..."

"Oh, shut up!" your brother snaps, giving you a gentle shove, rolling his eyes. "We both know you're just ecstatic about this."

"You're just jealous. You want Charles to take you on a dinner date."

"Hey-!"

"What?! You sure act like you want him, too!"

Your elder brother just rolls his eyes, shaking his head and standing up saying promptly, "Y/n, you, my beloved sister, are thoroughly a lost cause."

"You won't be saying that when Charles is my boyfriend!" you squeal with a little giggle as Gabriel begins walking out of the room.

"Actually, I will be! And I'll be saying that in your guys' fucking wedding party, if I have to!" your brother calls back obnoxiously from the next room. But you can hear the laughter in his voice.

And you can also feel the butterflies in your stomach.

"Charles, it's beautiful..." you gasp softly. You stand on his boat, in the middle of the night, just you and him. He has his arm around you, holding you close to his side, and you look out, back towards the land, towards the beloved city that you both call home, lit up in the night with it's millions of lights, shining out, reflecting on the sparkling, beautiful Mediterranean Sea. Water gently beats on the sides of the boat, soft waves gently swaying it, and cars driving far off in the distance can be heard, the sound travelling across the water. The cool salty sea breeze gently blows your hair, tossing it gently on your shoulders, refreshing your face and bare arms. And Charles's body, with his arm around you, warms you, keeping the breeze from chilling you and causing goosebumps to begin appearing on your arms. You inhale the fresh, perfect, silent air. "It's just perfect."

He hums, nodding. "It is, isn't it? This is my spot, in the middle of the night, that no one else knows. But when I thought of the perfect place to bring perfection herself, I thought of right here. Because this is the only spot where I can close my eyes and just be."

You swallow. "But what about me? We've only just met? How can you call me perfect if you hardly know me?"

He stares ahead. Is silent for a while, before saying gently, "I suppose I wish to know exactly who you are and what makes you radiate such... perfection. What makes my heart drawn to yours like a magnet?"

You gulp. "Oh, stop saying stuff like that. It's all too early."

He finds your hand and squeezes it as you lean your head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry."

You sigh. "Well, it's alright."

He nods, and says, "I suppose I've just finally found who I'm looking for. It's like you're exactly the girl I've dreamed of. Everything you tell me. About yourself, about your life. What makes you tick, and every single thing you love. It's like..." he trails off.

"I suppose I feel the same..." you murmur.

You feel him lean down and kiss your scalp. You shut your eyes as the cold wind gently strokes your cheeks.

Charles took you to a restaurant, and you sang in the car ride there, and it was like he just fell even harder. He had looked at you like you're the entire world herself, and let every single note fill his being.

It's like your heartbeat was synced with his own.

"Y/n, look up."

Your eyes flicker up, and you tilt your head to look up, where Charles is looking.

"Wha-"

"Honey, the stars."

You stare, taking in the heavenly lights, your eyes slowly finding more and more, finding the blanket of glimmers adorning the sky like jewelry on the most lovely queen.

It takes your breath away.

"Someday," Charles says with a wistful tone to his voice, "I hope I'll be able to say I love you to the moon and the stars and all the way back. But right now, at least, I can tell you with confidence of this:" he looks back down at you. You meet his gaze before he continues, "All the stars in the sky and planets in the system and galaxies in the universe. Every single lovely thing I've seen on earth and in the heavens- I am convinced that none of it has anything on the kind of beauty that effortlessly shines through you, inside and out."

You stare in utter awe of him.

And that's when he takes you in his arms and kisses you with all the emotion that those words invoke.

It seems like a lot of words for just having met someone. The kind of story that could either fall apart within months, or become the most adoring, beautiful relationship that lasts a lifetime. But if the world around you tells you anything, it tells you that the world is full of beauty. And if the look in Charles's eyes tells you anything, and the way a puzzle piece seemed to fit the moment he kisses you, then you know how this story promises to end.

And aside it all:

Hasn't the prince of Monaco finally found his princess?

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MY BABY CHARLES FINALLY BREAKING HIS CURSE AND GETTING THE VICTORY HE DESERVES😭😭❤️❤️❤️

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The gap between charles and oscar being 6 seconds is so sexyyyy, like yes charliee, keep widening that gap babe, it is so sexy of youuu

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mclaren Mood.

[witchywitchy19]

So for my 30th birthday it landed on the Monza F1 GP.

I decided to take an F1 Italy roaming trip.

Monaco, Modena, Imola, Monza

Collected different things on my adventure.

A few photos to be added on to complete it

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🏎️Formula One Aesthetic🏎️

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Fórmula 1

Conoce los Fundamentos

¿Qué es la Fórmula 1?: Es la categoría más alta del automovilismo, donde los mejores pilotos y equipos compiten en circuitos de todo el mundo.

Equipos y Pilotos: Hay 10 equipos (escuderías) y cada uno tiene 2 pilotos. Algunos equipos populares son Mercedes, Red Bull, Ferrari y McLaren.

Estructura de un Fin de Semana de Carrera

Prácticas: Tres sesiones donde los pilotos ajustan sus coches y se familiarizan con el circuito.

Calificación: Determina la parrilla de salida para la carrera. Se divide en tres rondas eliminatorias.

Carrera: Generalmente se celebra el domingo y tiene una distancia de aproximadamente 305 km.

Puntos y Campeonatos

Campeonato de Pilotos: Se otorga al piloto que acumula más puntos durante la temporada.

Campeonato de Constructores: Se otorga al equipo que acumula más puntos, sumando los puntos de sus dos pilotos.

Terminología Básica

Pole Position: El primer lugar en la parrilla de salida.

Pit Stop: Parada en boxes para cambiar neumáticos o reparar el coche.

DRS (Drag Reduction System): Sistema que permite a los coches reducir la resistencia al aire para adelantar más fácilmente.

Tips para Disfrutar la F1

Sigue a tus Pilotos Favoritos: Conoce sus historias y trayectorias. Esto hace que las carreras sean más emocionantes.

Participa en Comunidades: Únete a grupos en redes sociales o foros donde puedas compartir tu pasión y aprender más.

Ve Documentales y Series: Drive to Survive en Netflix es una excelente serie para entender el detrás de cámaras de la F1.

Estilo y Diversión

Moda F1: No dudes en mostrar tu estilo con ropa y accesorios de tus equipos favoritos.

Eventos y Meetups: Asiste a eventos de F1 en tu ciudad o incluso a un Gran Premio si tienes la oportunidad.

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im in NEED of a cute fluffy fic of the aftermath of charles' win, just something cute and domestic with reader!!

Mine

thank you for asking :))

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Charles LECLERC was many things, but being a Monaco Grand Prix winner was not one of them. Unfortunately for him each year brought greater dissatisfaction and disappointment to him and to the entirety of Monaco.

Her relationship with Charles was undefined, were they friends yes were they more than that yes but were they in a relationship no. She wanted more but didn’t want to risk what she already had.

There was something about this season though, already seeing Carlos and Lando take their wins you knew it would be Charles turn soon. It was almost like you could feel it in the air, the whole atmosphere seemed to be in his favor. You stood there in all red rocking his CL16 cap as a slight hint to who you were supporting.

His eyes widened with each step you took, unsure as to why he finally saw you as the way you were. Bold beautiful and someone he wanted as his not just as a friend but as a lover. He swore that if he won the Monaco Grand Prix he would grow the balls to ask you to be his girlfriend. It was kind of a flunk on Charles’s end, he knew he was playing it safe with tying up him wining to asking you out, but whatever floats on his boat.

He almost lost it when he found out he was on pole with max long behind and the McLarens right behind him. When he saw her cheering and hugging his mother he knew that she was sent to him by his father, having someone like her in his life was nothing less then a miracle.

Charles was praying he’d make the win, he couldn’t wait to ask her out, he knew how he’d do it. He’d call her into his drivers win prior to the race ( really risky but hey no risk no reward right??) he’d drop major hints and just before joris would knock on his door to let him know it’s time to race he’d kiss her on the cheek, to some it may seem small and innocent but it would be out of their comfort zones. Charles remembers when both of them were drunk out of their minds and were watching a Disney movie where she expressed how intimate she found cheek kisses, from family it was innocent but from a potential lover a cheek kiss seemed so close yet far. Knowing that a slight slip in balance would result in a whole kiss. She found the thrill of not knowing where her lovers lips would land exciting, always wondering if she would be lucky enough to experience that in her life. Little did she know ;).

The next day rolled in, bringing hope and anxiety with it. Charles knew he had a two massive tasks to complete, winning the Monaco Grand Prix and winning over the girl of his dreams. He swore he wished time could speed up when he saw her enter the paddock in a pretty pink outfit her waist being accentuated with the help of the outfit he wanted to wrap his hands wound her waist and twirl her around. She found it strange the way Charles was breaking eye contact with her constantly, she brushed it off as the immense pressure he was put under, having the hopes and dreams of not only yourself but your whole country was intense. Charles swore he saw her eyes lit up when he called her into his drivers room, something that small made him want to sacrifice the whole world just to see it again.

He was whipped and she didn’t even know it. Charles had opted for a different strategy he’d end up getting her a charm bracelet with his race number as well as her favorite movie character, her eyes held shock and happy tears when he put on the bracelet on her. Something felt special about this as if this was him initiating something else?? her mind was so preoccupied and clouded with doubts and questions that she almost missed how close Charles was getting to her. It was her nose that snapped her back into reality, she was hit with a fresh wave of his perfume he always smelt divine but today was something else. When his lips hit her cheek Charles swore that was the hardest thing he’d ever done, he saw how shock registered on her face almost worried she didn’t appreciate his move. What he didn’t expect was her hands around his neck and her lips on his cheek. They were so close that one could say there wasn’t even an atoms space between them.

Both their eyes held anticipation. God only knew what would happen if Joris hadn’t knocked on the door, alerting the budding couple that their time was up. Charles has a bigger task to complete now. His mind was hopelessly wandering back to her and how fucking soft her lips felt.

He couldn’t wait to win this race and kiss her lips. He was hoping to taste all the flavours of lip balm that she had to offer. 76 long and gruelling laps. Each lap held a different feeling. The first few were focused on keeping McLaren’s behind them. The following few were replaced by images of her, and the remaining three laps were focused on his father, Jules, and Monaco.

As his moment came, Charles crossed the finish line, leading the entire race from start to finish. This fabled race had finally been won by one of their own. Charles had tears streaming down his face as he watched the crowds erupt in joy. He saw the cameras slowly pan into his family and eventually her. He knew what he had to do.

He was going to kiss her right there and then. He saw that her eyes welled up with unshed tears. Each second felt as long as an hour. their secret moments in a crowded room, they had no idea that this moment would alter their relationship forever. She saw a change in his eyes; she didn’t know why he looked so desperate to bring her to the barriers, but when she reached there and found his lips crashing with hers, she finally understood why.

All her tears and pain that she carried from dating the wrong guys just to get over Charles all felt like water under the bridge. She had simply gotten a taste of the man she craved for so long, and she knew she didn’t want to stop anytime soon. They were falling fast and hard and had no way to stop. Charles put the last of his energy into that kiss with her and found himself grinning from ear to ear when he saw how flustered she was.

The kiss sealed their fate.

Later in the evening, Charles did end up asking her formally to be his girlfriend, but that’s a story for another time.

[sports-on-sundays]

Ahhh okay okay okay so inspired by Fermin having a gf now ( sad hours ) but anyway !! What if y/n has feeling for Fermin and she gets the courage to tell him about her feelings buuut she finds out that he has a gf and she starts to move on with Charles or Arthur 🤭 and Fermin finds out about her feelings but it’s already to late !

too late / Arthur Leclerc

Summary: Arthur x female!reader - When you find out your crush has a girlfriend, you start to move onto someone else. But when you're old crush, Fermín, finds out you once had feelings for him, though he's not sure anything would have changed, he still, for some reason, wished he would have known.

Warnings: a bit of anxiety/nervous energy, vertigo, swear

Requested?: Yes.

You sit on a bench outside a cute little coffee shop, listening as the person talking to you on the other side of the phone finishes, "...so yeah, anyways, it's super cool I got to meet you!"

"Yeah," you smile broadly. "You'll have to introduce me to your brother, too."

"Oh, of course. You know, I think we could be fri-"

"Oh, one second! Looks like my friend is here! Sorry, I got to go!" you respond quickly, your face lighting up to see none other than Fermín López sauntering down the street towards you, the biggest, cutest smile radiating off his handsome face.

"Oh, right, sorry- Nice talking to you!" the man on the phone says quickly with a little laugh.

And you hang up on Arthur Leclerc, popping up off the park bench to meet Fermín, slipping your cellphone into your gold purse. You beam at Fermín, exclaiming, "Hey! Ready to get some coffee?"

"Sure..." he says, a slight hint of confusion in his voice, perhaps at your overly energetic excitement this morning.

Well, that's because he has no idea what you're planning on doing this morning. Naturally.

"Well, you seem like you're in a good mood," the Spanish man says with a little smile, holding the door for you.

"I am! Actually, I'm in a great mood!" you exclaim, beaming.

"Right," he chuckles, eyes sparkling a bit.

Just as you order the coffee, rethinking for the one hundredth time what you're about to do, butterflies well up in your chest, so that the moment you're sitting across from him at the coffee table, you immediately say excitedly, "So, uh, Fermín! I've got... uhm, kind of, I guess, to admit, but also to ask you..."

He smiles a bit, nodding. "Is this why you seem to have all this nervous pent-up energy this morning? Sure, you can tell me anything."

You gulp, your high emotions very suddenly sinking at the thought that Fermín is exactly right.

You're only feeling this nervous because you're a nervous wreck, Y/n! your brain snaps at yourself.

All the sudden, you deflate like a short-lived balloon, releasing a long sigh as your hands immediately reach for a napkin to absently begin anxiously curling. "Um... yeah, so..."

Come on, Y/n. Just say it. A few moments ago, you were so excited...!

You sigh shakily before suddenly blurting, looking up to meet the 21-year-old's brown eyes, "Fermín, I guess I just wanted to say I like you. You're cute, and I... I've kind of had feelings for you for a while now, so..." you falter, feeling so embarrassed and warm, before pushing out the rest: "So, would you like to, like, date me or something? Like, do you feel the same way, I guess?"

"Oh, uhm-" Fermín begins, biting his lip. "Well, uh, thank you so much, Y/n, but..." he trails off as your heart begins to sink in dread.

You feel all the blood rush from your head, feeling a little dizzy. "But what?" you manage.

"But, well..." he smiles nervously, before finishing carefully, "Y/n, I guess you didn't hear, but I have a girlfriend now..."

Immediately, you feel a terrible, crushing, embarrassing shame crash over you, and you lean back, your hands shaking. "Oh- I-" you begin, but decide nothing you're going to say is going to make this situation better for either of you.

So you get up and run out of the coffee shop, leaving your nearly full coffee across the table from Fermín, to get cold and eventually be dumped down the sink.

For the next week, you kind of go into a state of depressed hermitage, out of the pure embarrassment and heartbreak of the single guy who you've been crushing on for over a year getting a girlfriend right before you decide to admit your emotions, basically making you feel like absolute crap. And making you look like a total fool.

You sigh, getting home from work one day and flopping on your couch, about to put on some stupid mindless television show to redirect your thoughts, when suddenly your phone begins ringing on the coffee table. You sigh and pick it up, and just stare at the screen for a few seconds when you see it's none other than Arthur Leclerc.

About a week before the incident with Fermín, so about two weeks ago now, you had the experience of your life, getting to go to a Formula 1 Grand Prix. You happened to, by sheer luck, to run into Arthur Leclerc, who was immediately extremely friendly and seemed to take a specific liking to you. You had a good conversation together, before he said he had to get going, but quickly wrote down his phone number for you, telling you to stay in touch, because he'd love to get to know you more.

So here you are, a heartbroken mess about Fermín López, staring at your phone as Arthur Leclerc tries to call you.

What's up with me and all these famous athlete sports boys?

You sigh, and though you really don't want to- in fact, it's kind of the last thing you feel like doing right now- you answer the call and press the phone to your ear, saying tentatively, "Hello...?"

"Hey, Y/n!" comes the cheery accented voice of the Monégasque. "Just calling, seeing how you're doing, and what you're up to!"

"Oh..." you sigh, not really sure what to say.

But Arthur immediately picks up on your lack of excitement. "Is something wrong?"

You're silent for a few moments, before figuring, Ah, what the heck? Might as well just tell him. The Leclerc's seem like they could be a relatively emotionally intelligent family, anyway, and saying simply, "Well, I haven't been doing so great, because a guy I really have been liking for a while kind of... rejected me. You see, he has a girlfriend, and I didn't know that..." You're still not sure why you're telling Arthur this, but regardless, it feels good to.

"Oh, shit. I'm sorry about that... That sucks... Well..." He's silent for a few seconds, before continuing, "Maybe I have some news that might cheer you up?"

"What?" you ask, not quite sure if anything could cheer you up about Fermín, until you finally just get over him yourself.

But then, just like that, Arthur Leclerc drops, "Would you like to come to the Monaco Grand Prix? I'll be there, and you said you wanted to meet my brother!"

You sit, stunned silent for a few seconds, before finally the rational side of your brain wins over and you say, "Oh, Arthur, I'd love to, but I just don't think I'll be able to. I live in Barcelona; that's not exactly a stroll away from Monte Carlo. And besides that, travelling, food, ticket, and lodging expenses would be through the roof. I'm so incredibly sorry to say this, but I just don't think something like that can work."

"Well, I do think it can work," Arthur suddenly chimes.

You sit in confused silence for a few more seconds, before saying, kind of annoyed at the rich Monaco-dweller, "How can you even say that?"

"Because," he begins, and somehow you can just tell he's smirking, "It's a short flight, and I can pay for your plane ticket, as well as your race ticket, paddock pass, you know, the works. And as for food and lodging, you can stay with me, of course!"

You sit, gaping and completely stunned silent this time, so much so that Arthur has to ask, "Uh... Are you still there, Y/n?"

"I- Y- Yeah, I am... I'm here... I just... Arthur-! Why on earth would you do all that for me?! We only met once! We're basically strangers! This is, like, our fourth conversation ever! You're crazy!"

"Call me crazy, but I've taken a liking to you, I guess. And you're pretty, and have got a heart of gold, and I think it would be cool to make a dream of yours come true. Or- a couple of your dreams come true, even. If that's okay with you!"

"What do you mean, if it's okay with me? Of course it's okay with me, but- it's just-"

"Alright, good, then! It's okay with you! I'll arrange everything for you, then, and I'll see you for the Monaco Grand Prix weekend?"

"I- I mean, I-"

"I'll see you then; au revoir!"

You sit on your couch, slowly taking the phone down away from your ear, just staring at it, your mouth still slightly hanging open, sort of frozen from whatever just happened.

What did just happen?!

"Hey!" Arthur Leclerc beams, swiftly walking up to you and taking your bags straight out of your hands, before teasing, "What, do you never fly? You look thoroughly lost!" He laughs a little.

"No, no," you laugh, snapping out of it, beaming to see the Monégasque man in front of you. "Just... yeah, anyways, great to see you again! And I still can't thank you enough for everything you're doing for m-"

"Oh, just wait to say one big 'thank you' at the end of the weekend, and let yourself enjoy the moment now. Come on, let's get to my house to drop off your stuff, and then, I'll bring you to dinner with my family."

"Wait, sorry, what?!" you ask in shock, following after him. "Did you just say dinner with your family?!"

"Yes, I sure did!" the 23-year-old beams as you catch up to him. "Just you wait and see- you'll love them!"

"This still doesn't feel right... We hardly know each other, and you're bringing me to meet your family?"

"Yeah, of course," Arthur says as he gets out of his car and comes around to open the door for you, before finishing, "I mean, Alexandra is going to be there!"

"Isn't she Charles's girlfriend," you deadpan.

"M-hm," Arthur responds with a little smile. "But it doesn't matter. Besides, if we get to know each other more, maybe one day you will be my girlfriend."

You stop walking up to the house and just stand there, gaping at him. "You're- You're so forward, my God!"

"What?" the older individual teases. "You don't like that?"

"I mean- I don't know- I guess I just wasn't expecting that..."

"Oh," he grins. "Well, it's funny when you gape at me like that. Either way, so far at least, you sure seem like my type." He grabs your wrist and says, pulling you toward the house, "Anyways, on we go!"

"Right..." you breathe, your head swirling from those words said by him.

Dinner is great with Arthur's family, and it's a dream come true to meet the Charles Leclerc (you're a huge fan), but it doesn't, surprisingly enough, get interesting until you make it make to Arthur's home, when he says, upon seeing you yawn, "Want to come to my room, and we can go to bed? I'm sleepy myself; it's been a long day for me, too."

You blink at him hesitantly, saying, "You're saying this in a way suggesting we're both sleeping in your room."

He's silent for a few seconds, before he nervously smiles and says, "Yeah... if that's okay with you."

You stare at him before a few seconds, before saying tentatively, "Okay... I guess."

So later, though you would've never, ever imagined this happening a week ago, you're all in your comfy pajamas, crawling into bed next to none other than Arthur Leclerc.

"You don't think this is... wrong, or anything?" you venture as you lay down.

He snorts, putting his arm around you. "No. Why would it be? We're just cuddling."

"Exactly!"

"And I want to get to know you more. So what's on your mind?"

You sigh. "What's on my mind is that it feels weird to be cuddling with someone the fifth time I've met them."

Suddenly Arthur has a cheeky smile on his face as he jokes, "Have you ever heard of one-night-stands? It means on the first time people meet-"

"Arthur!" you groan, rolling your eyes in slight amusement.

He just pats your shoulder, before a moment of silence follows, that for some reason doesn't feel awkward at all, though you would expect it to.

No, not at all. It's almost comfortable. Nearly comforting.

And when Arthur finally does start talking again, it's nice. He starts a conversation, and now, all the sudden, you feel willing to engage in it with him.

As the night goes further on, your voices become even more hushed, until, after hours of just laying and chatting together, Arthur's arm around you and rubbing your shoulder gently, when he's gently whispering, mid-sentence, you begin to doze.

There's a few seconds of silence from Arthur, until he whispers, "You asleep, Y/n?"

When he gets no response but your gentle, warm, steady breathing, he smiles and cuddles in closer, before closing his eyes and letting himself drift off into peaceful slumber as well.

For the rest of the whole weekend, you have a blast with Arthur in Monaco, every minute spent with him becoming more and more enjoyable. All you can think is that he may have been onto something with all his cuddling and silly flirting.

And now you stand in the Ferrari garage, your whole face lit up, adrenaline pumping through your body as you watch Charles Leclerc cross the finish line before any other driver.

In Monaco.

You feel Arthur's strong arm throw itself around your shoulders, pulling you to his side as he says near your ear, "Oh my God, Y/n... Charles won..."

You laugh a bit before looking up to meet Arthur's sparkling eyes. He's got a huge grin on his face, pure joy radiating off his being, and you squint, seeing a wet glistening on his cheeks, before suddenly realising and exclaiming, "Are you crying?!"

He grins even wider, if that's even possible, and says, his eyes searching yours and finding whatever they were looking for, "Yeah, and so what?"

You breathe shakily and suddenly, though you would've never pictured yourself doing this ever, throw your arms around Arthur Leclerc in a tight embrace. "I'm so happy for you!" you squeal, pressing your cheek into his chest.

"You should be happy for Charles!" he beams, laughing, snatching your hand. "And, anyways, let's go meet him by the finish line and watch him lift his trophy!" And just like that, the two of you are off running to see the 2024 Monaco Grand Prix race winner.

At the beginning of the weekend, you barely knew Arthur Leclerc. He was a nice guy who had shown a bit of interest in you who just so happened to be a rich racer boy from Monaco with a heart of gold. But by the end of the weekend, it almost feels natural to hug him, or pat his shoulder, or hold his hand.

Before the Monaco Grand Prix weekend, your heart and head still ached and pounded every single living moment, second of your time, reminding you of the loss and the jealousy you were feeling concerning Fermín López. Now, it all feels washed away with the affection and friendship that's been shown to you by Arthur Leclerc.

All of the sudden, you don't feel a desperation for Fermín anymore. You're content with having Arthur's contact in your phone, and knowing he's just as interested in you as you are in him.

It feels good when emotions are mutual.

So going back to Barcelona, it's different than when you left for Monaco.

There's a warmth in your chest and an excitement for what's to come, rather than the cold dread and regret you felt in such unbearable amounts when you left.

For days, you can't get Arthur out of your spinning head, and all the things about him you accidentally fell in love with.

But with Fermín, I never really did have a chance... But Arthur? Arthur started this whole thing. Clearly, he likes me.

And just as you're laying in bed in the morning, grinning about that instead of getting up to get dressed, your phone buzzes on your nightstand. You look over and snatch it up, excited that it may be a message from Arthur, but just stare when you open your phone and see it is instead from Fermín.

You don't know how to feel.

You quickly look to see what he's texted you.

Fermín: Hey I saw from your socials you went to the Monaco grand prix. I hope it was fun. want to meet up sometime?

You sigh, staring at that. Before, without a shadow of a doubt, no hesitation, you would have immediately said 'yes,' and been thoroughly excited about it.

But now, something has changed.

You sigh and decide, sort of on a whim, to just call him, instead.

He pick ups after only a few rings with, "Hello?"

"Hi, Fermín... What's up?"

"I'd like to know what's up with you! You went to the Monaco Grand Prix! How was it? Who'd you go with?"

"Oh," you smile a little. "Actually, I went with Charles Leclerc's little brother, Arthur Leclerc. I got to meet Charles and a bunch of the other drivers, but Arthur is famous in his own right, too."

"Oh, wow... Well, cool! So have you known Arthur Leclerc for a while, or...?"

You chuckle. "Actually, no. But he had a great time. I really like him, to be honest. He's really sweet; his whole family is."

"Ah..." Fermín says, kind of trailing off, before picking up and saying, "Oh, I looked up Arthur's Instagram. They're from Monaco, right?"

"Yeah, and Charles won! It was awesome!"

"Oh..." More silence, before Fermín finally says, "There's a picture of you and him on one of his posts... Are you guys dating or something?"

"Huh? No, why?"

"He's kissing your cheek in the picture."

You immediately blush and groan, "Arthur! Why did he post that one?!" You sigh. "No, we're not dating, but we both like each other a lot."

"Oh. You do?"

"Yeah, he's really super sweet. I'm so glad I met him; we really just clicked right away..."

"Oh... that's good to hear..." Fermín responds, not exactly feeling it was, for some reason.

After he gets off the phone with you, as he drives to training, he's deep in thought.

He knows you liked him, and probably did for a while. And asked him on a date soon after he started dating his girlfriend. But there was something about knowing you liked him, and knowing you're so sweet, that...

Perhaps a small little idea in the back of his head said, Well if this doesn't work out, I always know Y/n will be there.

And besides that, he's always valued your friendship so much. It feels weird to hear you moved on so fast to this race car driver dude.

As Fermín pulls into the parking lot, all he can think is a grave, I wish I would've known. I don't know if it would've changed anything, but either way, it's too late now...

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Charles leclerc and Carlos sainz via Charles insta

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