#ferrari listening to tifosi at last

[petit-papillion]

“My first victory in F1. This one is for Anthoine.”

Spa will always be special ❤️

📸 Scuderia Ferrari

[leclercskiesahead]

Maybe pobrecito really started when Carlos was asked on BTG who is his fastest teammate and he said everyone is fast and went on to list every one of his teammates ever EXCEPT Pierre

[hamilando]

ੈ✩ hereby announcing (smau) ੈ✩

pairing : f1 grid x fem reader ; lewis hamilton x fem reader

summary : you can take the girl out of the sport, but not the sport out of the girl

tw : emotional, fluff

a/n : thank you so much to @amberjazmyn for suggesting this ! lysm 🫶🏻 this ends on a cliff hanger ! and the time span is during the 2020- 2021 grid 🫶🏻 I was literally listening to judas by lady gaga while writing this 💀

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ynshayk a last photo shoot with @ Ferrari and @ charlesleclerc before the season ends ! Thank you @ vogue for having us 🤩❤️

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user1 Y/N X CHARLES, THE LOOKS !?

user2 thank god she did not choose modelling

user3 WE DONT NEED THIS, WE NEED YOUR CONTRACT

user4 when are you signing the next wdc ?

user5 stop torturing us and GIVE US THE DEETS

user6 I hate that because of covid we can't even see her 😭

user7 I swear to god, this lady is a damn sadist

user8 MA’AM, YOUR NEXT YEAR CAR !?

user9 don’t tell me Ferrari Kip’s kicking her out

user10 ha, no-

user11 they love her

user12 I mean she does not have many wins -

user13 SHE HAS WAY MORE THEN CHARLES !?

user14 she got the seat after sebastian vettel, she deserved it

user15 2021 is Y/N’s year

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ynshayk with the speculations going around with my contract, I hereby announce my retirement from Formula 1 at the end of this 2020 season. It’s been a journey I wouldn’t forget, and with a very heavy heart and neck, I say goodbye to the tifosi family and sport 🏎️❤️🏎️ a very big thank you to @ charlesleclerc for supporting me when I felt it was not worth it, I couldn’t have reached this far without you 💪🏻

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user1 wha-

user2 WHAT !?

user3 DENIAL NO WAY

user4 don't do this to me at 3:57 am

user5 THIS MUST BE A JOKE

user6 IS IT APRIL 1?

user7 it's literally December

user8 crying a nile river here

user9 why did we not expect it

user10 we wanted a wdc 😭😭

user11 we support you whatever you do !!

scuderiaferrari please pass the tissues

user12 here admin 🤧

landonorris can’t believe you leaving me all alone 😔

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user13 next season, no chary/n?

charlesleclerc I will miss you too, shaky ❤️

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user14 we all know Charles cried while typing that

user15 shaky ? 💀

user16 it's a thing between them, Charles calls her shaky because after every win of hers, she always managed to fall down while getting if the car

lewishmailton congratulations on ending an excellent career 💪🏻🍾👏

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user17 the grid saying goodbye to her 😭😭😭😭

maxverstappen1 will miss you hijacking red bull headquarters

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user18 not max exposing her -

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scuderiaferrari 3 years, 14 wins, 27 podiums, runner up world champion, rookie of the year, and a career which defied sayings. Y/N Shayk had an eventful career and we are glad that she was, she is and she always will be part of the tifosi family! Wishing her all the very best for her future !

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user1 admin I need tissues

user2 NOT THE OFFICIAL POST 😭😭

user3 I still can’t process it 😭

user4 I really wish this all turns out to be a bad dream

user5 the sebastian vettel horror

user6 ferrari lost seb and y/n

user7 who is the driver joining though ?

user8 I think they will announce near the new year

user9 ITS CARLOS

user10 WHAT

user11 check y/n's new post

user12 Carlos is replacing her

user13 MY CARLANDO !?

user14 carlos to Ferrari is deadly 💀

user15 and here I thought formula 1 was calm

user16 she came, she won and retired

user17 Rosberg inspiration 💪🏻

user18 SHE CAME, SHE SAW, SHE CAME, SHE SAW

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ynshayk handing over my seat to one of the most talented person out there @ carlossainz, take care of @ chareslelcerc for me and try not to miss me too much 😙💪🏻😌 so excited for the 2021 grid 🤩

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user1 NOT MY CARLANDO BREAKING TOO !?

user2 WHAT IS THIS 2021!?

user3 FIRST CHARY/N AND NOW CARLANDO!?

user4 I am excited for the C square era

user5 LESSGOOO 💪🏻

user6 I love how y/n is laughing after giving up on ferrari strategies

user7 middle pic be her laughing after escaping the ferrari attic

user8 I am glad everyone is getting their happy ending

user9 the fans are not 😭😭

user10 what will y/n do now ?

user11 probably spend her millions

user12 she is rich ?

user13 HAHAH- it's an understatement

charesleclerc I swear I am not crying, something got in my eyes

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user14 CHARLES 😭😭

user15 of course it will be emotional, they literally grew up together 😭

user16 can't believe the shaky and charles era is over

carlossainz will do ❤️

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f1wags 7 time world champion, Lewis Hamilton was seen in Paris with ex- Formula 1 driver, Y/N Shayk. A normal outing or love in the city of love ?

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user1 that's it, I am going to the Himalayas

user2 I am coming too

user3 CANT WE GET ONE DAY WITHOUT DRAMA !?

user4 LIKE CHILL BRO LET US CHILL

user5 she literally said can't win one, but surely can fuck one -

user6 mate 💀

user7 LEWIS AND Y/N !?

user8 WHAT IS THEIR AGE GAP !?

user9 SHE IS BORN IN 1998

user10 13 years 💀

user11 they both are adults, can y'all calm down ?

user12 I am still not used to the ex formula driver 😭😭

[adrienneleclerc]

Do you think you can do a imagine Lewis Hamilton

and Lewis goes to get a new tattoo and YN and is the tattoo artist

🇲🇽🫶🥰😘

Ooh okay, I love the idea, sorry it took so long

Love In Ink

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Tattoo Artist! Reader

Summary: Lewis wants a new tattoo during summer break, Lando recommends him someone

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

Lewis got home after the Belgian Grand Prix and started thinking about something Lando has told him in the cool down room a while back.

“I was thinking about getting a new tattoo.” Lewis commented to Lando.

“Oh, you should go to Oly Anger Tattoo in Montreal, that’s where Zak got his tattoo. It turned out pretty well actually.” Lando said.

“Mate, I am not going all the way to Canada for a tattoo, that’s doing too much.” Lewis said.

“Yeah but the artist who did Zak’s tattoo said that he got his start at this tattoo shop in New York, don’t you have an apartment there?” Lando asked.

And that’s how Lewis ended up flying with Roscoe to New York, which he immediately regretted because of how humid New York is during the summer. He left Roscoe on his New York apartment and walked into the tattoo shop.

“Hello, I’m here to make an appointment.” Lewis said. That’s when the owner of the tattoo shop, Y/N, makes her appearance after replacing the needle on her tattoo gun.

“What are you looking to get done?” Y/N asked.

“Um, I have some free space on my left arm, I was thinking of adding something.” Lewis said.

“Do you have something in mind or did you want to look in the books?” Y/N asked.

“Can I look in the books?” Lewis asked.

“By all means, go ahead, sir Hamilton.” Y/N said, gesturing to the table.

“You know who I am?” Lewis asked, looking through the pages of Y/N’s tattoo portfolio.

“I am an avid F1 fan. I’m going to Monza and I am so excited.” Y/N said.

“Why Monza?” Lewis asked.

“As a Ferrari fan, going to Monza would be fucking amazing.” Y/N said.

“Oh, You’re rooting for Ferrari.” Lewis said.

“Yeah, I’m part of the tifosi. Now did you pick out a tattoo?” Y/N asked,

“I haven’t yet.” Lewis said.

“Take your time, we could either do it today because I just had a cancellation before you came in, or we can schedule an appointment.” Y/N said.

After a few minutes of looking, Lewis decided on a tattoo.

“Ah, good choice, very popular. Do you want it to today?” Y/N asked.

“Yes, please, since you have time.” Lewis said.

“Sure thing. Go to the bathroom before I set you up in the back. If you want, you can choose what music to play on my speaker.” Y/N said.

“You play music while you’re working?” Lewis asked.

“It’s not loud, I just need background music sometimes, ya know.” Y/N said.

Lewis went to the bathroom, did his thing, came back and saw Y/N wiping down the chair, getting out the stencil and everything.

“My phone is connected so just tell me what artist you wanna listen to.” Y/N said.

“Nah, it’s your place, we can listen to your music.” Lewis said.

“Cool, let’s get this show on the road.” Y/N said. Y/N wiped Lewis’s skin with alcohol. “How do you want the stencil placed? Just tell me where to move it.”

“A little to the left, lower, perfect.” Lewis said, Y/N placed the stencil on his arm and peeled it off. She got the tattoo gun and dipped the needle in black ink to complete the outline of the tattoo. Once the outline was done, she switched the tattoo needle on her tattoo gun and started shading in the tattoo.

“You’re good! Now I just have to wrap up the tattoo. You’ve had many tattoos done before so I don’t need to tell you how to take care of it.” Y/N said, getting the Saran Wrap to wrap up the tattoo.

“Thank you very much, how much is it?” Lewis asked. Y/N came back with the Saran Wrap,

“250 since you were a last minute client.” Y/N said, wrapping his tattoo.

“Seems reasonable.” Lewis said.

“Okay, let me ring you up.” Y/N said. They went to the cash register, Lewis paid, and he left the shop.

The next day, Lewis was walking Roscoe when he stopped in front of the tattoo shop.

“What do you say, Roscoe? You want to visit the woman I met yesterday?” Lewis asked Roscoe. “Yeah, Let’s go in.” So Lewis walked in and he saw Y/N finishing up with a client

“Hey man, there’s no dogs allowed here.” Y/N said until she saw the owner. “Oh it’s Roscoe!” Y/N cooed at the bulldog. “But seriously, Lewis, you can’t have him here, it’s a tattoo shop, tattoos are basically open wounds, he can’t be here.”

“Oh, Can we talk outside then?” Lewis asked.

“Sure, let me just wrap her wrist, okay?” Y/N said. Lewis left the shop and 5 minutes later, Y/N walked out but she squatted down to pet Roscoe. “What did you want to talk about? Don’t tell me I messed up your tattoo.”

“You didn’t, It’s perfect, I just wanted to ask you a few questions.” Lewis asked.

“Go ahead but I can’t promise I’ll truly listen,” Y/N said, putting all her attention in Roscoe.

“Are you seeing anyone?” Lewis asked.

“Nope, not at all.” Y/N said.

“How do you feel about age gaps?” Lewis asked.

“I Don’t mind them, I always had a thing for older men.” Y/N said.

“Would you go out with me?” Lewis asked, Y/N looked up from Roscoe and stood up to face Lewis.

“Are you serious?” Y/N asked.

“I am.” Lewis asked.

“I’d love to. I close my shop at around 11, what do you think we can do?” Y/N asked.

“Well i could cook Dinner at my apartment. Nice and intimate.” Lewis said.

“Sounds perfect. I have another client in 15 minutes, pass me your oh one so I can give you my number.” Y/N said so Lewis handed her his phone and she put her phone number in with her name, and took a selfie to use as the contact photo. “Here you go, text me when you’re outside.”

“Can’t wait for tonight, let’s go, buddy.” Lewis said and he walked away with Roscoe.

The End

Hope y’all liked it!

[merchelsea]

took care of your girl - max verstappen

pairing: max verstappen + fem! driver!(charles' gf) reader

summary: charles is too busy celebrating his P2 to care about your home dnf, but max is not.

author's note: this is my first time writing for tumblr and im so excited!! i cant believe i actually came up with is.

word count: 4k+

PART TWO

"ugh, you're so boring." charles sighed.

he had been trying to convince you to go celebrate his p2 with him for the last five minutes, but you were just not in the mood for a party.

i mean, this was monza. ferrari's and alfa romeo's home race, but your home race too. you had big expectations for this one.

of course you didn't mind ending up 6th, like you thought you would 4 laps before the end. you just wanted to cross the line. but you didn't.

at lap 50, you collided with sargeant, who was trying to overtake. the williams got to the end, and you didn't. you thought it was so unfair, but there was nothing you could do.

you had done an amazing race, managing to go from 15th to 6th. it was more than enough after a terrible qualifying, and you couldn't understand how someone took that from you in a heartbeat.

you were so angry. all you wanted to do was cry. but you still got out there with your best smile and watched the drivers getting to the podium.

first one to get up there was lando, who once again did a great race for mclaren, ending up 3rd after an 8th in qualifying. he was a great driver and everyone could see it.

then they called charles. the man in ferrari red stepped into the 2nd place with the brightest smile. he was really happy, and so were you. you were happy for him, genuinely.

you smiled and applauded just like everyone. you were so proud of your boyfriend. of how he managed to get that thing they call a car from 13th to 2nd.

the tifosi were out of their minds proud, and so were you.

in that moment, just for that one tiny amount of time, all you felt was happiness.

and then they called max verstappen. you sighed and applauded when the men got to his place. your smile never fading, but growing wider. you were beyond proud, more than what words could ever achieve to show. so you just stood there applauding.

you knew it was boring to see the same person win race after race, always getting to step on that ridiculous number one. but he deserved it, and you were delighted to be able to see his dreams coming true. because he was talented, that’s something no one could deny, but he worked his ass off.

you didn't get to watch them celebrate tho. because, unfortunately, someone called you in the garage.

lewis was already there when you arrived, and he was the first to talk to you.

"hey listen, i'm sorry for what happened. you deseved that 6th." he pat on your shoulder and you smiled, thankful.

"it was a great race, just a bad outcome." you sighed after hugging him casually like you always did after a race. "you nailed it today, congrats!" he thanked you and toto arrived, wanting to talk to both his drivers.

"you were absolutely amazing out there today. every person in this team is very proud." he smiled. "of both of you." his eyes fell on you when he said that. he knew you well, and he could tell you blamed yourself for what happened, even if you didn't show. "the incident with the williams was a shame, but you two fought like hell. i am proud of you."

you faked a smile and thanked toto. his words were comforting but they didn't do much. you were still upset.

that's why the first thing you did when you were free was lock yourself in your driver room. letting your body fall into the couch you reached for your phone to focus your mind on something that was not the race.

but after a little, you heard someone knocking in your door.

"mon amour? it's me. can i come in?" you got up and unlocked the door, facing your smiley boyfriend. he greeted you with a wholehearted kiss, showing you how happy he was for his race.

"hey baby." you smiled to him. "you did so good today, i am the proudest girlfriend in the world." you whispered into the tight hug you pulled him to.

"thank you!" he said simply, not even acknowledging your race. you weren't surprised because he never did, but it was your home race. and somehow you thought that changed something. "so, does the proudest girlfriend in the world want to come and celebrate with her man?"

and that is just how you got into this 'fight'.

"i'm not boring. you know that i would go any other day." you tried to explain yourself. it was kind of embarrassing, having to explain that to the person who's supposed to love you and understand you. "i just dnf'ed, charles. in my home country. after a freaking perfect race. that´s not easy."

"aren´t you happy for me?" he asked, looking at you with a fake sad expression.

"of course i am. you know i am." how could you not be? the monegasque deserved this more than anything.

"then come. why don't you make an effort for me? you know how important this is. and i want you to be by my side." he begged.

he didn't understand you. god, he didn't even try to. he was the one who wasn't making an effort here. he never made, and that's what you've been realizing for quite sometime.

"i'm sorry charles. but not today. you go and enjoy for me." his fake expression suddenly faded to give room to a frown.

"fine." he sighed and left, slamming the door on his way out.

you stood in the drivers room, this time not trying to avoid any thoughts. in fact, you were analyzing the race. from the start to the moment you went out.

all of your overtakes were perfect, not once colliding with other cars. you knew that because you were in the car, but you were looking for something to blame, some other touch that could've damaged the car slightly. but you never found it.

so you cried. you cried looking at the roof of the room. you cried your heart out because you were this close to proving people wrong, you were this close to making your people proud.

you cried until you heard another knock on the door, this time around being the last mechanics in the garage, telling you they would go for dinner and would come back later, leaving you alone for sometime.

when they left, you went to take a look at the car. and observing it, you realized what went wrong. but instead of putting your mind to rest, you started to think about what you could've done to prevent it.

"what are you doing here?" you heard a familiar voice, and turned to face its owner. the dutch was looking down at you, who cried with her head between her knees, in front of her racing car.

max had changed into his normal people clothes, whilst you still wore your racing suit.

"it's my team's garage. what are you doing here?" you asked, highlighting the 'you'.

"i was on my way and saw you here. what happened? why are you here on your own?" he asked. genuine preoccupation in his eyes. you could recognize any expression of his. any and every.

"nothing happened. i just wanted to be alone." you lied. straight up lied into his eyes. that was not something you were used to nor something you liked to do. but you did. and you knew he didn't buy it for a second.

"oh yeah. you decided you wanted to be alone, sitting against a wall, crying, for three hours after the race without showering and changing, just for fun? sounds like something i would do." max ironically said.

"look verstappen, i just wanted to be alone. and i still do, so if you could go away i would appreciate it." you said, getting up to walk to your room.

"don't call me verstappen." he says seriously. you never call him verstappen. "and i'm not leaving you alone after today. i know better than to do that." he follows you, leaning in the door frame when you are about to close the door in his face. "where is your so called boyfriend?"

your left eyebrow shot up as your head turned to look at him. his face remained serious, waiting for an answer.

"celebrating his podium. aren't you supposed to be celebrating your win?" you asked carefully, trying to get him to leave.

"maybe." he crosses his arms in his chest as you turn off your laptop and put it in your bag.

"then go." you said simply, collecting your stuff to go home. you wanted to stay there, but alone.

"not unless you're coming with me." he changes his position again to be more comfortable as you sighed, making him know you were getting tired. but that didn't change anything for him.

"leave, max." you said firmly, looking at him. he mimicked a 'no' with his mouth. "why?" you tried to get out of the room, but just as you passed through the door, the dutch caught your arm, making you look up to face him. your height difference was not too big, but it was still noticeable.

"because i know you, and leaving you alone after a dnf here, is a mistake i don't want to make." he let go of your arm, but you didn't move. "a mistake i'm not going to make." you stepped back, and proceeded to pick up your stuff. "go shower and get dressed, i'll get your stuff. if you are going home, i'm going with you."

"no. i don't want you to come." he laughed.

"care to guess who doesn't give a fuck, darling?"

"do not call me darling. and you are not coming, i wont let you in." you threatened, knowing you would never do such thing.

"then i hope you have money for a new door." he was determined, and you knew he was damn serious about not leaving you alone.

"i hate you." you laughed and as soon as the sound got to his ears his mouth formed a big bright smile. oh, what that laugh did to him. it was even better than winning races.

"if that means i get to come, i'm more than happy. now go shower." you did as he said, going straight to the bathroom.

once inside, you never thought about stuff like not giving the interviews you were supposed to, or how charles never once said he was proud of you.

the only thing you thought about was max, in your room, picking up your stuff so that you could go home with him. and the fact that it wasn't strange nor weird, it was fine.

from the beginning, you two had a special connection with each other. that's why you became best friends so easily, and also why you fell in love with him.

but he never showed reciprocity, so you thought it was a one way thing. god knows that if he had gave you one minimal sign, you would've never ended up with charles. the thing his, he didn't.

since your red bull day's, in his eyes you were just friends. or at least that's what you thought.

cause it turns out that the world champion is a way better liar than you could imagine. or you are just blind. because the signs were always there, you just doubted yourself enough to be oblivious to them.

it was the little things. like you being the first person he talked to after every freaking race. or how he was always in his best mood for you, but only for you. how he always said he was proud of you after a race, it didn't matter if you ended up first or last. he always came to you, hugged you tight and whispered "you were amazing, i'm so proud of you".

that's the kind of thing you noticed but never payed attention to. and that's exactly why you are with charles now. because he, on the other hand, was direct and shoot his shot.

he didn't love you and you didn't love him, but you felt good with each other, and it was nice having someone. you both knew it from the start, even if you denied with every thing in yourselves. it was just so obvious now.

you got out of the bathroom with hair still wet, but already dressed in your black sweat pants and your light pink top. max had picked every single thing, leaving your room exactly how you found him.

"let's go?" he asked, after a couple of seconds observing and admiring you.

you nodded in response and tossed your car keys to him.

"you drive, i sing." he picked them and laughed.

"deal." you made your way to your, brand new, white mercedes in a comfortable silence. but when you closed the doors, he broke it. "i don't want you blaming yourself, williams got a 10 second penalty for a reason. you were amazing, i'm so proud of you."

"you always say that." you smiled, looking at him.

"because it's true. i am proud of you."

"i know, and i am proud of you too. it's just that you always say the exact same thing." you noticed. max was sure you never took note of his words, but he didn't know how much they meant to you.

"i guess it became kind of our thing now." with now, he meant the past 3 years. you just nodded and smiled, searching through your phone for a good song.

"hey max?" you called, still unsure if you should mention it. he muttered something you didn't understand due to being focused on your words. "you know you don't have to do this, right?"

"do what, y/n?" he asked, fully focused on the car as he started driving.

"care because he didn't." straight to the point, we can see some improvements.

"omg, you can be so dumb sometimes." he talked, out loud, to himself. you didn't understand, so he might just be right. which is something you'll never say.

"huh?" you muttered, confused. he was indeed right.

"i care. i always do. i would have cared even if he had some decency in that shitty brain of his and had, at least, taken you home. do you actually believed i would have to go through the mercedes garage to get to my car?" he laughed, your face full of confusion, reflecting what was happening inside of your mind. "i was looking for you. i thought charles had took you home, or out, but i had this little thing inside of me telling me to check."

"oh yeah, that was me sending you telepathic messages." you joked. "thank you for coming, max. this is just a very important day for charles."

"whatever helps you sleep at night, y/n. and i would always come, any day and anytime." max took his eyes off the road to face you.

"are you saying racing is not important for him?" you focused on the first sentence.

"i'm saying he would do this on a regular tuesday. and i'm saying i would come after winning at zandvoort if you were needed me." he sighed. "you should stop lying to yourself." now was your turn to sigh. just as he layed his eyes on the road, your right hand went through your hair.

frustration, anger, sadness, loneliness.

"i'm not lying to myself, you don't know him like i do."

"i may not, but i know you. better than he ever will. you don't love him, and i bet my career you never even managed to lie to him about it." ding ding ding, max verstappen, the mr. knows it all was right once again. you are mad at him for knowing you so damn well.

"if i didn't, then why would i be with him?" you tried again. fooling max was getting more difficult by the day.

"we both know why." he said to your eyes, turning his head when he was done talking. damn, max.

the rest of the ride was completely silent, you wanted to say something but you couldn't. you simply could not. you couldn't even put on some music to relieve the tension.

all those questions coming to your head like gun shots "does he really know?" "why didn't he say something?" "does he see me the way i saw him? the way i still see him." every single one of them wounding you, creating a whole you couldn't close.

he was silent as well, his mind a little quieter than yours. that had been stressing his mind ever since you told him about charles, and now he couldn't keep it in.

not when the girl he loved was left alone by her boyfriend for a fucking party. he would've never do such thing, max would've been by her side, letting her know how proud he was, how loved she was.

the dutch was so angry, it took him everything to stay silent in that ride. but he did it, because it wasn't your fault. he was mad at charles, for not being a good enough boyfriend. he was infuriated because the monegasque couldn't make you happy. he was out of his mind because the greened eye ferrari driver took the place in your life that he wanted. that, in his head and heart, was supposed to be his.

the first glimpse of voice came from his mouth, when you were already in your apartment. monza was the only racing place you had somewhere to call home.

"come here." he opened his arms, when you looked at him. you expected him to talk, you wanted him to talk, but that was the only thing max said. the only thing he wanted in that moment was to feel you close, feel like he was protecting you from every bad thing.

of course you went, you would always go. his armes embraced you almost immediately and you closed your eyes, trying desperately to feel him closer. you could try to deny it but you missed him more than anything.

"i'm sorry." you apologized. none of you knew what you were talking about, yet at the same time, you both knew exactly what you meant.

max didn't respond, not with an "it's okay" nor a "not your fault". he simply kissed the top of your head while stroking your hair, and you knew it was okay. everything was fine between you two.

maybe not fine, but they were okay for now.

"break up with him." he half advised you half asked you. everyone knew that was the right thing to do, but he wanted you to do it for other reasons too, not just because it was right.

you chuckled into his chest, causing him to push a little just to face you.

"you talk like it's easy." he stepped back, separating the two bodies completely.

"breakups aren't easy, but yours, particularly, is. it's as simple as it sounds." he went back to the serious features.

"it's still a break-up."

"breakups only hurt when you love each other. do you love him?" you stood silent as he stepped closer. you watched as he brought his hand to your chin, caressing him once there's contact. "tell me. do you love him?"

"i don't." you let out as a sigh. instead of smiling, like you expected, max's face did the exact opposite.

"then why are you with him?" he asked in a low, tired voice. he was trying to find an explanation where he was not in the middle. he wanted to know that he was not involved in the why you weren't happy.

max knew, deep down, that you felt something for him. he always had that feeling. but, in his defense, you didn't make it easy for him. hiding it, locking the feelings in a deep part of your yourself, where no one could find them. bringing up some made-up-boy whenever you felt like you where being to obvious, constantly telling him he was like a big brother you could talk about that sort of thing. you had covered up the truth pretty damn well.

but even with all of that, he knew. something in him just knew. and all he could think about now was how he could've changed something, how you wouldn't be with someone who didn't deserve you if he had just done something.

he had tons of opportunities to ask you out on a date, or tell you how he really felt. it was just hard to believe you would feel something for him sometimes, so he waited for you. he waited until it was too late.

"i like him." you lied again. it was the second time you lied straight into his eyes in such a little time. that pissed him off. you should never feel the need to lie to him.

"bullshit. we both know that you're with him because i never risked losing you for how i felt. i never got to shoot my shot, and he did. that's why you are with him."

you lowered your head, both hands going to your face immediately. you felt like crap.

"what do you expect me to say?" you asked, raising your voice. your eyes finally fell on his.

"i don't expect you to say anything. i just want you to cut this thing you two have going on." his gaze never left your face, not even when you weren't looking at him. "you don't deserve this. you deserve to be happy. to be treated right. you deserve to be loved right."

another sight and then silence filled the room. no one could say anything.

"just..." he started, leading your eyes to look for his. "do you still..?"

"yes, max" you shot automatically, your voice sounded like a cry, but that didn't matter.

he sighed, relieved. and then stepped closer again, pulling your body to his, in a hug. he let you cry against his shoulder, while he cried silently against yours.

you pulled away to look into his eyes, smiling silently. even being like this, you had just found out that this was no 'one way thing', he felt the same.

"stop smiling. i'm fighting over here not to kiss you." you laughed, that was the best thing you could've heard that day.

"don't." you searched for his hand, taking it into yours once you've found it.

"i would love to, believe me. but as much as i want this, you have to be fully single first." his eyes were so bright that you were sure they could glow in the dark. you always loved his eyes.

"i love you, max." you whispered with the biggest smile on your face.

"i love you too." he whispered back. your smile growing impossibly wider.

max kissed the top of your head before leaving your room. it was a bit past 4a.m. and you had just finished watching a rom-com movie you liked.

it's fascinating how you two fit so perfectly. it's like you've been handmade for each other.

of course that, on his way out, max had to find charles coming. because that's just your life.

the dutch and the monegasque spent a little of time just staring at each other.

"what are you... what did you do in there?" charles asked breaking the awful silence that had been installed. you could hear everything from the inside of the room due to the paper thin walls.

"i took care of your girl." you would pay to see charles’ face that moment. "not so yours anymore, i guess." max said with his most serious face. he definitely won the idgaf war.

"not so mine anymore? mate, what are you talking about?" his confusion was deeply amplified by the alcohol in his system.

"i don't know man, figure it out." the world champion responded and walked out.

he knew that the moment he walked out charles would enter that room and lay in the same bed you were. but he didn't mind, he trusted you fully. and on top of everything, he knew that no matter what, he was the one you loved.

so when he closed that door, he had a smile on his face, knowing damn well he would open her soon.

[coco-loco-nut]

High Flyer

pairing: charles x reader

summary: what happens when Ferrari wants you to go up in the air with a hot pilot

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You didn’t know why you agreed to let the Ferrari PR team send you to an air force base, yet here you are, sitting in a briefing. Lucky Carlos got out of it, and you’ve never hated that Spaniard more than now. He got to go have fun at Ferrari World.

“Ready to meet the pilot taking you up tomorrow?” your guide says, trying not to scare you more. It isn’t that you don’t like flying, you love regular planes, and you love driving fast, you don’t like the idea of combining both of those things.

“Y/n, this is Perceval,” the guide says, motioning to a man who looks criminally good in a green jumpsuit. Meanwhile, you are roasting in the Abu Dhabi heat.

“Nice to meet you, Ma’am,” the man, Perceval, says, extending his hand for you to shake it.

“Y/n, please. Ma’am is to matronly,” you flush.

“Of course,” he is so put together and it’s hot, you don’t know why. It’s probably the uniform.

“I’ll leave you two to it,” and just like that you are left to your fate.

“So, um, is Perceval your actual name?” you awkwardly ask, looking at him with wide, curious eyes. He catches you by surprise by holding back a laugh - a crack in his initial stoic demeanor.

“No, well yes. It’s my call sign, but it’s my middle name,” he says as you nod along. “You have no idea what a call sign is, do you?” he smiles, amused that he will have to take you in a plane in less than 24 hours.

“No, but I am here to learn and fly apparently,” you try to focus on everything but him.

“Yes. It will be fun,”

“So if your name isn’t Perceval, what is it?” you let the curiosity win, asking the piece of information he hasn’t given you yet.

“Lieutenant Charles “Perceval” Leclerc,” he leads you to the tarmac, where his plane is parked. Charles, what a nice name.

“Charles,” you test his name out, and it sends his head reeling. “Nice to officially meet you,” you smile.

“Want to take a ride? We’ve been approved to take a short flight today,” Charles asks, locking down any romantic thoughts, regaining his poise. He’s on duty right now, he can’t act like a civilian.

“No,” you answer quickly. Charles looks confused, shouldn’t you be excited to do this. “Sorry, it’s just that I’m a little scared,” your voice grows quiet as you look away, trying to hide the last part.

“Don’t you drive fast for a living?” Charles asks.

“What about it?”

“Look, I promise it’s better to go up now, without any cameras, than tomorrow. You have to get fitted for a flight suit regardless,” Charles says, a little confused why you would even sign up to do this if you were scared. Plus, you are a top driver, you are used to fast cars.

“I’m not going to get out of this, am I?” you ask, he just shakes his head. “Fine,” you bite your lip, staring at the plane that has come into view.

“She doesn’t bite,” Charles says, patting the fuselage. You are promptly escorted to get changed as Charles does his checks on the plane.

You return fifteen minutes later with your own helmet in hand, Charles has to keep himself from staring. He saw pictures of you in your race suit when researching his guest, but you look stunning in the pilot gear.

“Destiny?” he asks, looking at your helmet. Your number, 16, and a call sign given to you adorning it.

“It’s kinda embarrassing, my nickname in Italian is La Predestina, or the predestined.” you blush.

“That’s a lofty expectation,” he hums, watching you put the helmet on.

“Well, the Tifosi are something else. Ferrari is a religion,” you shrug, following previous instructions on how to get in. Your stomach is doing flips.

Charles climbs up behind you, helping you strap in before climbing into his own seat. You listen as he gets clearance and brings the engine to life.

“Is it too late to back out?” you ask nervously.

“Yep,” you feel the plane jolt as it moves forward. You focus on your breathing, muting your radio.

The pause at the runway kills you, because the next thing you know, the plane is jolting and speeding fast down the runway, going as fast as your race car. You do everything you can not to scream, but you do squeak. You are deep breathing when Charles decides to speak again.

“See, this isn’t too bad,” you can almost hear his grin, meanwhile you are trying not to throw up.

“Says you. I drive fast on the ground for a reason,”

“So you want me to slow down?”

“Please.” Charles only goes faster. When he presses in the throttle, you actually do scream a little. You hear his laugh through the radio as the plane speeds up in air. “Ready?” He doesn’t give you the chance to reply before starting to do aerial tricks.

“PERCEVAL!” Your panic is clear in your voice, and that’s when he does slow.

“Relax, cherie, ten more minutes. Plus, I have to save some tricks for tomorrow,” Charles easily turns the plane back. When you finally reach the ground, you get out of the plane as quickly as possible, legs shaking like a newborn deer.

“Fucking hell, he’s a madman,” you murmur, focusing on your footing. Charles reaches to help you, but you brush him off.

“Come on, it wasn’t that bad,” he grins, you just stare at him. “You are a championship contender driver, you are used to this,” Charles continues, a small part of himself feeling bad.

“I don’t roll my car for fun, quite the opposite actually,” you say finally, legs still shaky as you walk.

“I’ll be better tomorrow then,” Charles lies, knowing what he’s been told to do in air tomorrow.

“I know you are lying,” you huff, heading to change out of the flight suit. You cannot get back to your Ferrari quick enough, needing to get off base. Charles watches in amusement as you drive slowly, the opposite of most people when driving a sports car. You are something else, and Charles is a little sad he only has one day left in your company.

You roll up to the base in your sleek Ferrari early in the morning. You had been awake for hours, needing to fit in your training. Sure, you will face strong Gs while flying, but you had to weight train and do cardio in the morning before.

“Good morning, Lieutenant. I believe that it is my turn first,” you smile, excited to get onto the track before it is too warm. Charles is dressed in a French military uniform, appropriate for a couple hot laps. He accompanies you to the Yas Marina circuit where the PR team is waiting. You help him scan into the paddock, it’s quiet before the race weekend starts.

“You must feel like a superstar,” he comments, spurring you to talk about racing in Italy as you easily find your way to the pit lane where a Ferrari is waiting with a camera crew. You slide your race helmet on as you get into the car.

“Ready Perceval?” you ask, flexing your gloved fingers. You look a little silly, wearing a Ferrari polo and jeans with a race helmet and gloves, but you choose safety.

“This will be easy,” he smiles from under his helmet. He rarely gets to play the passenger role, and he quite enjoys it as you come to as stop at the end of the pit lane, waiting for a green light. Your practice start is perfect, launching you onto the circuit. Charles has to admit that his heart was in his throat a little.

“Aren’t you taking the turns a bit fast?” he asks, not worried about being filmed.

“I’m not taking them fast enough, see?” you grin as you go into a high speed corner. Sector two gets him, the low speed corner into a long straight and speed trap.

“Break!” he yells far ahead of your breaking point, you grin as you continue going full throttle to the breaking point. Payback is a bitch.

“See, that wasn’t so bad,” you repeat his words as you get out of the car a few laps later. Most of the footage from the hot laps won’t be used to protect his dignity, but you were promised a full copy for your private amusement.

You show Charles the garage where the team is assembling the car on your way out, offhandedly promising to show him more next time.

“Next time?” Charles asks, curious as to what you meant.

“Oh, I assumed that you had been invited to the race this weekend. Sorry,” you feel heat rise in your cheeks with embarrassment.

“No, I was. I just wasn’t sure I’d see you again after this,” Charles looks at you, feeling a little bold. Your blush is cute, and he notices.

“Oh,” you whisper, unsure how to reply.

“Mind if I drive this time?” Charles takes half a step closer to you, slightly towering over you.

“Haha, yes, I do mind. Company car and all. Not to mention that I won’t be driving back,” you laugh. Your driver is awaiting you.

“Then how are we getting back?”

“My driver. The team hired me one after the time I almost crashed after a race,” you admit without a second thought.

“Aren’t you a professional driver?” Charles laughs leaning towards you, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“I was tired!” you shove him slightly, unable to keep yourself from laughing too.

“Mhmm, sure,” he grins.

“It’s true! Driving takes a lot out of you, I’m honestly surprised I wasn’t sent to medical after that one,” your smile falls back to a neutral state as you reach the outside of the paddock and the car. Charles notices the sleek, black Ferrari Purosangue waiting the both of you and opens the door for you to get in. You whisper thanks as you sit in the cool leather, a stark contrast from the warm Abu Dhabi air.

The ride back to the base is relatively quiet, music filling the void when the PR staff member isn’t explaining what you will do next. Charles sneaks glances at you, and you seem tired. Not just from being awake early, but tired of the season and doing media. A part of him wishes he could take you on a relaxing flight, let you rest, rather than terrorize you through his flying. Then again, your hot laps were terrorizing for him too.

“I think that driving in Formula One is much harder than flying,” Charles comments, you tiredly turn to look at him, humming.

“Harder? I wouldn’t even know where to start with flying, not to mention fighting in one. We balance each other out,” you smile softly before getting out of the car at the base. Before you know it, you are back in the plane with Charles at the controls.

“Ready?” you can hear the smile on Charles’ face. You take a deep breath as he prepares to take off. The go pro in front of you taunting you, and you just know that you will not receive the same courtesy that Charles will get in the video.

“I swear to god Perceval, if you roll again,” you think you may actually be green as you reach the right altitude.

“Like this?” you flip upside down, a scream escaping you lips as he dives down while inverted. Charles’ delightful laugh is like music, and you hate that you like it even though you are terrified. You spend the next thirty minutes trying not to cry, a little like Ruth Buscombe on a hot lap.

“Next time I take you on a hot lap I’m hitting more curbs,” you say when the plane stops.

“Deal,” Charles smiles as he gets out, assisting you in unbuckling and climbing out. You are shaking like a leaf. “You okay?” he asks quietly, genuinely worried.

“I’m alive,” your legs wobble on the ground.

“Here,” Charles effortlessly picks you up, carrying you back to the locker room so you can change. “Sometime I’ll take you in my private plane, a relaxing flight rather than a PR stunt like this,” he promises, holding you close. Anyone watching would swear you are dating, the way your head rests on his shoulder, the protective aura he is giving.

Charles eases you down and you stand close to him, neither of you moving. His scent is intoxicating, and with his messy hair you can’t help but to want to kiss him. You are 65% sure he likes you too. As he moves slightly closer, a voice rings through the hall.

“Perceval, meeting room, now,” a commanding tone says as Charles draws back.

“Yes, sir,” he replies, taking a step away from you. “I’m sorry, I have to go or I will be late for a training brief,” Charles apologizes, all you can do is nod before he leaves you alone. You don’t see him as you leave the base, a pang in your heart.

The paddock is swarmed with people, everyone on a different mission to complete before Qualifying starts. You pay them no mind, your Beats blasting music with noise cancellation on.

Charles watches you walk towards him, not really paying anyone any mind. Your race suit hangs low on your hips, a contrast to the tight red fireproofs underneath. You seem focused on getting to where you are going, in the zone. Charles’ eyes follow you as you walk past him, and he is smitten. He feels a tightness in his chest, a desire and longing, similar to how you felt when you saw him in his flight uniform.

You continue your stretches in the garage, the team knowing to leave you alone. The only person who bothers you when you have your headphones on is Carlos, but he’s basically your brother at this point. It isn’t that you are standoffish, you adore your team and they cannot get you to shut up half the time, you just get into your driving mode and need to stay focused.

You feel a tap on your shoulder as your eyes are closed, visualizing the circuit and things you noticed on the hot laps.

“Go away, Carlos,” you murmur, opening one eye.

“No can do, Hermosa, you are needed,” Carlos shakes his head. You narrow your eyes, turning off the headphones and slinging them around your neck.

“Lead the way,” your frown soon turns into a smile as you get to the front of your garage. “Perceval!” you hug the pilot, happy to see him again.

“Sorry to interrupt your flow, the photographers just wanted some pictures,” Charles blushes a little. You barely recognize him dressed casually, a white button up and jeans paired with a Ferrari cap that sports your number.

“Of course, I’m happy that you are here. Do you want to see the car?” you offer, practically dragging him to your car with you.

“They are together, no?” Carlos asks the media staff that followed your flight adventures, who inform him that the two of you are not dating. “Hmm, well they should be,”

Charles geeks out with you about some of the science behind the car, especially as you explain different set ups. He compares it to different aspects of the planes he flies. What intrigued him the most was your steering wheel and all the different controls. You explained some of the strategy and meanings, trying to relate it to his fighter jet.

“Y/n, time to get ready,” one of your engineers interrupts you and you nod, turning back to Charles.

“Well, enjoy qualifying,” you smile, about to head off to get your helmet and gloves on. You start pulling on your suit.

“Wait. If you take pole, will you let me take you out for dinner?” Charles asks in a moment of boldness. He’s been thinking about it since he left you standing there in the hallway.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you smile as you put in your earpieces. You are pulled away before Charles can say anything else. An intern takes him to hospitality to watch qualifying, and he feels like his heart is pounding out of his chest as you pass through Q1 and Q2 easily. You sit in your car, waiting to go out for Q3, chatting with your mechanics.

“Go out and ruin Max and Lando’s day,” the one pats your car as you get ready to be released.

“This doesn’t feel right,” you say over the radio, feeling too much oversteer as you drive.

“Copy,” you focus on the drive, crossing the line quickly. “Yellow flag, bring the car in,” you hear soon after you finish your flying lap. As you approach the pit entrance, you see a Williams in the barrier.

“What happened?” you ask as you get rolled back into the garage.

“Albon lost his rear and spun out. You are P3 as it stands. We should have time for one more lap,” your engineer says. You and the team adjust settings and you back out, your last qualifying lap of the season.

You give the lap everything, and if you make a mistake, you made it with every effort to be the best driver on the grid. There is less than a minute left as your start your final flying lap, meaning each second is crucial.

“P1! You have pole position!” your engineer cheers as you park the car. You climb out and raise your hands above you, encouraging the crowd to cheer. The interview passes quickly and you find your way back to the garage.

“Seems like you owe me a date,” Charles smiles, unbothered by your disheveled appearance.

“I’ll meet you at hospitality in twenty then,” you grin, ready to shower and get out of the paddock for the day.

Charles watches you walk down from your room, hair slightly damp, as you look around for him.

“Sorry, I don’t have anything more dressy than this,” you apologize, looking at your Ferrari polo and khaki pants. If someone didn’t who you were, they would easily assume that you were a fan or engineer.

“That’s fine, you look beautiful regardless,” Charles smiles, happy that you are accompanying him out. He spent the twenty minutes looking for a restaurant that was more secluded but wouldn’t give you food poisoning. It ended up being a small family run restaurant, and it was an amazing dinner. Charles drops you off at your hotel after, the epitome of a perfect gentleman.

“Thanks for tonight, I haven’t had that great of a night in a long time,” you smile, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“Anytime. Will I see you tomorrow?” he asks, trying to build up the courage to kiss you. You are so close to him, all he would have to do is lean in. The air feels electric, something intrinsic pulls you two closer.

“Yes,” you whisper against his lips, eyes fluttering closed as his soft lips meet yours. It’s over all too soon, both of you pulling away with flushed cheeks. Charles watches you leave, glancing back to look at him once more with a smile.

He is disappointed when he doesn’t see you much before the race, besides a quick hug and chat. You are pulled away by your team, media, and other celebrity guests before you seclude yourself to get into your zone. He does get the benefit of stolen glances and blushes when your eyes meet. Small giggles when your engineers and mechanics tease you.

Charles watches from the garage, watching you get undercut and fight your way back from an unfortunate P3. He fits in with the team, sporting your team hat and a Ferrari tee. When you cross the line first, he finds himself swept up with the team and pulled along to watch you at the parc ferme after you get weighed. You lock eyes with him and share a large smile. You secured P2 in the drivers championship with this win, and it means a lot to you.

You make your way over to him, letting him pull you in a big hug. You nearly kiss Charles in front of everyone.

“What do I get for winning,” you say in his ear, just loud enough for him to hear.

“A second date and a kiss away from the crowds?”

“Deal.”

[eccentricwritingbaby]

baby, incoming!

carlos sainz x fem!singer!reader

summary - you and carlos have been married for over a year now and you’ve gone MIA. what could be the reason? new music or a new beginning? maybe both?

fc - emrata

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“and you’re sure you’ll be alright while i’m gone, mi amor?” carlos asks you for what feels like the hundredth time as he is packing up his suitcase. you sigh, walking out of your shared closet and placing another one of his clean ferrari polos into the suitcase and then heading to take a seat on the bed next to his luggage.

“quierdo, soy perfecto. i am pregnant, not dying. now please stop worrying about me while your parents as well as mine stay down the street. i am not alone, mi amor, and you are my first call if anything happens,” carlos listens carefully as he forgets about packing momentarily to come stand between your legs that were dangling off the bed, you reach out as he moves closer to hold both of his hands in yours in order for him to receive the message fully, “porfa, i will be fine just like i have been before,”

carlos gives a quick squeeze to your hands and a brief kiss on your forehead as he soaks in the words he was just told, “yo sé, cariño. i just hate missing everything and leaving you while you need me,” the guilty, solemn look on his face is enough for you to quickly stand, remove his hands from yours and wrap your arms tight around him.

he reciprocates the hug quickly with his hands finding your waist with a firm grip, “mi amor you've been there for me constantly and will be there for our baby once they come; besides me being stuck at home will finally give me an excuse to finish out my album so you have no reason to feel guilty,” you slowly loosen your grip in order to look into his warm, inviting eyes yet his hands never leave your waist.

he gives you a short kiss and then begins to speak up once more, “i just wish we could announce you’re pregnant already so that i could be with you, i hate being apart already and this just makes it harder,” he leans his forehead on yours as his hands disappear from your waist in order to lightly begin caressing your small yet prominent bump, “i know, my love, but my manager would kill me if she could not find a way to make one short announcement work in my albums favor, even if it means capitalizing on my baby,” you say with a short laugh.

carlos just smiles on with you by saying, “welcome to hollywood,” there is then a small kiss, a finished packing job, a sad goodbye and then a long plane ride for carlos as he arrives for the mexico grand prix. 

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you had already received a text from carlos telling you that he landed and was heading to his hotel and then the paddock and he would call you later.

something about his words earlier had been sticking with you all day in the back of your head, ‘i hate being apart already and this just makes it harder’.

you and carlos had known each other before the fame with your parents being friends and the both of you have dated throughout it. you rarely were apart as you would go to almost all his races and travel with him and in turn during his breaks you would tour and he would tag right along. it had always worked beautifully since the flexibility of your job allowed you to work from ultimately anywhere, therefore why not spend it following and being with the love of your life? the distance from carlos was difficult, not even remotely from distrust or anything negative, just the simplicity of missing out.

you made a fast but firm decision and began to pack a bag. you gave a quick call to your mother in law informing her of your plan and letting her know you’d be by soon to drop off the dogs and then she began to insist she even drive you to the airport.

she has always loved you like a daughter for as long as you and carlos have been together claiming ‘she is just so good for him, no sé’.

then there is a quick flight, a large hoodie thrown on, and a pregnant y/n waiting right outside carlos’ hotel door.

your hand is brought up and with a sharp knock you stand still simply waiting. carlos takes a minute to open the door and as he does his eyes immediately light up, “y/n!” he makes haste to pull you into his room and into his arms immediately, “qué haces aquí?”

“ay! you’re asking me what i’m doing here instead of a long i love you my beautiful wife thank you for coming,” you mock and joke as he continues to rock you back and forth in his hold.

“lo siento, amor, gracias para coming all this way,” he leans back to look into your eyes while one of his hands finds its way to your bump,

“i was just confused because everyone is going to see, no?” he continues. you nod and begin to laugh while saying, “to be completely honest, carlos, i dont give a fuck. my fans will either buy my album or won't, it doesn't depend on our child. and i for sure am not going to miss out on seeing you race or rob you from any papi/baby time just for a stupid album,” he listens to you speak while his eyes begin to glisten over with happiness, “y/n, i’m so happy porfa can we post now so that i can take you out to a nice dinner and we can actually be people again,” he finishes off his sentence with a laugh.

you just simply smile, nod and give him his answer in a long-awaited passionate kiss. “gracias dios,” he whispers against your lips with a small sigh as you just let out a giggle.

you were a bit nervous before but now after being with carlos and seeing his relief you know you made the right decision. 

yourusername and carlossainz55 baby sainz coming soon <3

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[mariclerc]

hey just read your Charles × horner reader fic. it was really AMAZING. can you pls make a part 2. where they get married and maybe the reader becomes Charles's engineer. on the other hand christian understand his mistake and try to mend the relationship between him and his daughter.

Thank you for this request! I hope you like it!! 🤍🤍

Second chance spark (pt.2) | cl16

Summary: where Charles thinks you're a nepo baby just because of your last name. Warnings: horner!reader, christian being such a big asshole and fluffy fluff... This is a looong one, I hope you like it <3

Part 1

Two years later...

The Italian Grand Prix is a whirlwind of activity and a little bit of pressure for Ferrari, as usual. Mechanics scurry around the gleaming red Ferrari, finalizing preparations before qualifying. Charles, focused and sharp, sits in the cockpit, helmet on, he's ready for his first quali run.

But amidst the organized chaos, his eyes dart towards the pit wall, searching for a familiar face... He finds you, now a fully-fledged Ferrari race engineer with your headset on, eyes scanning data streams with a quiet intensity.

A ghost of a smile touches his lips as your eyes meet, a silent communication passes between the two of you, a wordless encouragement and a shared determination for victory.

Charles takes pole position, the roar of the tifosi deafening. He clambers out of the car, adrenaline coursing through his veins. As he removes his helmet, a delicate hand reaches out, offering him a water bottle.

It's you, your eyes sparkling with pride. You give him a quick hug, a silent celebration away from the prying eyes of the media.

He smiles. “Great job out there chérie, feeling good about the race?” he whispers softly. (darling)

You smile back at him. “Always, we've got this! The car is on fire this weekend!”

Charles rises an eyebrow playfully. “Is that what the engineers are calling it these days? On fire, huh?” he says teasingly.

You giggle. “Hey, you know technical jargon is evolving... Besides, you were an absolute rocket out there!” you say teasingly.

A comfortable silence settles between the two of you, a stark contrast to the early days of your relationship, when tension hung heavy in the air.

He lowers his voice. “Hey, princess... About your dad...”

You hold up a hand, stopping him before he can finish the sentence. “Don't, baby we agreed, no Red Bull family drama in the Ferrari garage... Let's focus on the race, okay?”

Charles nods, understanding. He knows the estrangement between you and Christian still cuts deep, a silent wound. But seeing the fire and determination in your warm eyes, he can't help but admire your strength.

***

Race day has arrived and you and Charles arrive quite early at the paddock, especially to finalize some things regarding possible strategies that may happen in the race. Working with him is possibly the best thing in the world, he listens to your suggestions and you listen to his, you two make a great team, the perfect combination of natural speed and intelligence.

At the time of the race Charles is leading with a great advantage over Max and you are giving him the latest instructions over the radio communication.

Charles finally crosses the finish line first, the roar of the crowd shattering the air. He pumps his fist in the air, his heart overflowing with elation. As he steps out of the car, the jubilant faces of the Ferrari team greet him. He immediately seeks out for you, and you place your arms around him in a tight hug, relief and joy mingle in your eyes as you pull back.

“You did it again! We did it babe!” You say full of pride and happiness for your boyfriend.

Charles holds your gaze, a silent promise hanging between you two, he leaned towards you to give you a kiss, it was a short one, but it meant a lot. This win, it wasn't just his, it was a victory for your love, your shared passion as a couple, and your defiance against those who doubted your relationship.

“Now go to the podium, champion!” You tell him while you have a smile on your face.

He smiles at you and kisses you again before heading to the cool down room, out of mere curiosity, you turned your gaze to the side of the Red Bull mechanics who were below the podium too and met Christian's gaze, you quickly stopped looking there and you focused on your boyfriend, who was coming out to the podium with a big smile on his face.

***

The celebration dinner is a blur of champagne toasts and laughter. Now, finally alone in your's and Charles' apartment, a comfortable silence settles.

You walk over to the window, gazing at the twinkling cityscape. Charles joins you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him.

“That was... Incredible. You were amazing today.” he murmurs against your neck.

“So were you on track sweetcheeks.” you say, leaning against him.

He turns you to face him, his fingers gently tilting your chin up.

“Two years, huh? Still the best decision I ever made in my life.” he says softly.

You smile shyly, your eyes filled with love and care. “Mine too baby” you say tenderly. “But wasn't your best decision to have signed with Ferrari? Or am I wrong, love?” You say and let out a giggle.

He chuckled softly and giggled. “Ehm... Probably, but they were both the best decisions of my life, that's for sure.”

You just smiled and you two share a kiss, a slow and tender one that speaks volumes. You pull away slightly, a thoughtful look on your face.

“How about we celebrate with some takeout? My treat, since you're the reigning champion.”

Charles raises an eyebrow playfully. “Only if you promise to let me win next time we play Mario Kart.” he say with a grin on his face.

You laugh. “No promises baby, no promises.”

You two head towards the kitchen, your laughter echoing in the apartment. The future may be uncertain, but for you and Charles, the bond you forged in defiance has only grown stronger. Together, you face the world, a love story written in checkered flags and stolen kisses in the pit lane.

***

A few weeks later you and Charles find yourselves in a Italian countryside. The Tuscan sun bathes the rolling hills in a golden glow. Vineyards stretch towards the horizon, dotted with quaint farmhouses. Charles drives a vintage Alfa Romeo, the top down, the wind whipping through your hair. You sit beside him, a contented smile on your face.

You've been on a weekend getaway, a stolen moment of peace amidst the relentless F1 calendar. It's been perfect: long walks through ancient villages, lazy afternoons by the pool, and evenings spent under a star-dusted sky.

Charles parks the car on a secluded hilltop overlooking a breathtaking vista of vineyards and olive groves. He turns to you, his eyes filled with a nervous intensity.

You notice his expression. “Charles, what's wrong?”

He takes a deep breath, his voice a touch shaky. “Nothing's wrong, everything's perfect princesse, actually. More perfect than I ever thought possible.” (princess)

He steps out of the car and extends a hand to help you down. You walk hand-in-hand to the edge of the hilltop, the silence rich with unspoken emotions.

“These past two years with you, y/n... they've been the happiest of my life... You've been my rock, my confidante, my biggest supporter, you push me to be a better driver, a better man.” he says looking at you. He stands on one knee and reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small velvet box. You gasped, your hand flying to your mouth. “We've faced challenges, haven't we? But through it all, our love has only grown stronger... And I can't imagine facing another race, another season, another anything without you by my side.” Tears well up in your eyes as you stare at the sparkling diamond ring nestled in the velvet. “Y/n, will you marry me?” he said with his voice thick with emotion.

The world seems to hold its breath. The only sound is the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. Y/n throws your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. Tears stream down your cheeks, a mixture of joy and overwhelming emotion.

“Yes, Charles! A million times yes!” you talk through choked sobs.

He holds you tightly, his heart overflowing with relief and happiness. As you two pull away, he slips the ring onto your finger, the diamond catching the sunlight. You kiss, a promise whispered against your lips.

The two of you stand there for a long time, your silhouettes bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun. The future stretches before you both, an open road waiting to be explored, not just as teammates, but as husband and wife. The Tuscan hills have witnessed a love story come full circle, a testament to the power of defiance, passion, and the promise of a forever etched in a simple question and a single, sparkling diamond.

Your laughter breaks the spell of the moment, a joyous sound that echoes across the hills. Charles twirls you around, your face alight with pure joy.

“Okay, okay, I get it, you're strong! But can we please admire the view before you spin me into oblivion?” you say panting a little.

Charles grins, pulling you close again. You stand in comfortable silence for a moment, gazing at the breathtaking panorama before you. “This place... I found it while I was researching for a weekend getaway. It reminded me of you, strong, beautiful, with a hidden sweetness.”

You lean into him, your head resting on his chest. “And you found it after all this time? You're a terrible navigator, Leclerc.”

He brushes a stray curl away from your face, his heart overflowing with love. “Maybe... But at least I found what I was looking for... And now that I have you, I don't think I'll ever get lost again.”

A blush creeps up your neck as you look up at him, a mischievous glint in your eye. “Don't make promises you can't keep, champion. Remember who navigates you to victory most of the time.”

Charles feigns offense, but his laughter betrays him. He pulls you in for another kiss, a slow, lingering one that speaks of promises made and dreams shared.

As you break away, Charles pulls out his phone, capturing a picture of you two with the breathtaking landscape as a backdrop.

“This is going to look great on Instagram.” he says while looking at the picture.

“Oh, so now you're thinking about social media? What about celebrating our engagement first?” you say swatting his arm playfully.

He wraps his arm around you, pulling you close once again. The sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky in a blaze of orange and purple hues.

“Alright, alright. But after this, I'm holding you to your promise about takeout and movie night, you know, this champion needs to refuel.” he says smiling.

You laugh, the sound echoing across the hills. “It's a deal! But only because you deserve it, future husband.”

You two head back towards the car, hand-in-hand, your shadows stretching long in the fading light. The road ahead may be filled with challenges, but you'll face them together, a team not just on the racetrack, but in life. And as you walk into the future, the promise of your love hangs heavy in the air, a melody written in laughter, stolen kisses, and a diamond ring that glints under the Tuscan sky.

***

The stifling humidity of Singapore hangs heavy in the air, mechanics scurry around the gleaming cars, the pre-race buzz crackling with nervous energy. You and Charles stroll down the paddock, with your fingers intertwined, your faces lit by a shared secret joy.

Suddenly, a voice cuts through the chatter, sharp and laced with sarcasm.

“Well, well, well, look who it is... The future Mr. and Mrs. Ferrari. Congratulations, I guess...” you hear Christian say sarcastically.

You freeze, your smile faltering, Charles tenses beside you, his jaw clenching. Christian stands in front of you, his expression a mask of forced cheer.

“Dad... Hi.” you say with your voice strained.

Charles steps forward, his voice firm. “Actually, Christian, it's Leclerc now...”

Christian's eyes narrow, a flicker of anger sparking in their depths.

“Right, of course Leclerc... The Ferrari defector who stole my daughter's affections.” Christian scoffs.

You step between them, placing a hand on Charles' arm. “Dad, it wasn't like that... We-” you say softly, but he interrupts you.

“And what exactly do you offer her, Leclerc? A life on the road, chasing trophies? Is that what she wants?” he says towards Charles

Charles meets Christian's gaze head-on, his voice unwavering. “More respect than she ever received from you, that's for sure. You never valued her work, her talent... All you saw was an extension of yourself.” he says in a calm way.

You take a deep breath, your voice regaining some of its strength.

“He's right, Dad... We found something special in each other, something you wouldn't understand.”

Christian's face contorts, a mixture of anger and hurt flickering across his features. “You'll regret this, both of you! This is a world of sharks, Leclerc, and she's naive enough to jump in headfirst with you.” he says scathing

Charles steps closer, his voice low and dangerous.

“Y/n is far from naive, she's strong, intelligent, and capable. And you'll see, we'll make a damn good team, both on and off the track.” he says through gritted teeth.

Christian stares at Charles, the anger in his eyes slowly replaced by a grudging respect. He opens his mouth to speak, but no sound comes out.

You reaches for his hand, a plea for understanding in your eyes. “Dad, please... This isn't about Red Bull or Ferrari, this is about us.”

Christian looks at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a sigh, he releases his breath. “Fine. Be happy, but don't expect an easy ride from me.” he says with his voice subdued.

He turns and walks away, leaving a heavy silence in his wake.

You let out a shaky breath, tears welling up in your eyes, Charles pulled you into a tight embrace, whispering words of comfort in your ear.

“Don't worry about him, we have each other.” he murmurs.

He rests his chin on your head, your bodies a silent promise against the backdrop of the bustling paddock. You've faced the first hurdle of the engagement, and emerged stronger. The road ahead may still be riddled with challenges, but you'll face them together, a united front against the storm.

***

Charles finishes the Singapore Grand Prix in second place, a decent result but not quite the win they were hoping for. As he steps out of the car, exhausted but proud, he sees you waiting for him by the pit wall.

This time, there's no need for words. He pulled you into a tight embrace, finding solace in your familiar warmth. Together, you face the cameras and the podium celebrations, a team on and off the track.

The future may be uncertain, but one thing is clear: your love, forged in defiance and passion, will continue to be your driving force.

***

A few months later...

Sunlight streams through the window, casting a warm glow over the elegantly decorated room. You sit in front of a large vanity mirror, your reflection staring back at you. You're adorned in a breathtaking white gown, the intricate lace shimmering like moonlight.

But instead of radiating the joy you envisioned, your face is etched with worry. Your fingers fiddle with the diamond pendant around your neck, the one Charles gifted you on your engagement trip.

A soft knock at the door breaks the silence. A beaming Lila, one of your closest friend and bridesmaid, peeks in.

“Y/n? Are you ready?” she whispers.

You jump slightly, forcing a smile. “Almost... Just finishing up some makeup.” you say with a shaky voice.

“Hey, don't worry girl. You look incredible, absolutely stunning.” Lila walks in and close the door.

You let out a shaky breath. “It's just... everything feels so surreal, you know? Like, what if I trip walking down the aisle? What if I mess up my vows?”

She sits beside you. “Y/n you're overthinking it, Charles loves you, completely and utterly. And even if you do stumble or forget something, he'll find it endearing. Besides, you've got this! You're smart, capable, and in love!”

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart.

“You're right. I just need to focus on Charles. Everything would be fine!”

A mischievous glint enters Lila's eyes. “Speaking of Charles, I saw him earlier. He looks like a nervous wreck too, pacing back and forth in the groom's room.”

You laughed, a genuine sound that chases away some of your anxiety.

“That figures... Mr. Cool and Collected, a mess of nerves? That's new.” You blushed a little as you imagined Charles walking around as he tried to calm down.

“Love does that to the best of us.” Lila says grinning.

A knock on the door interrupts the two of you. Your mother, eyes filled with pride, enters the room.

“Y/n, you're all grown up! My little girl is getting married.” she said with her voice thick with emotion. You tear up, a wave of love washing over you, your mother pulls you into a tight embrace. “Don't forget, sweetheart, you deserve all the happiness in the world. Don't you ever settle for anything less, okay?” she whispers.

You nodded, tears spilling down your cheeks. As your mother helps you with the final touches of your wedding dress, a sense of calm descends on you... You're ready to face the ceremony, ready to face the future, hand-in-hand with the man that you love and adore.

***

Now you stand backstage, with Christian by your side, a tense silence hangs in the air. He avoids your gaze, his face unreadable.

You take a deep breath, breaking the silence.

“Dad, I know things haven't been easy between us, but...” you say softly but Christian interrupt you.

He finally looks at you, a flicker of something akin to pride in his eyes. “Y/n, you deserve to be happy... And from what I've seen, Leclerc makes you happy.” he says with a gruff voice.

You smile widely, a spark of hope igniting in your heart. It's the first time in two years of your relationship that your father has said something nice about you and Charles, and it obviously gives you the impression that perhaps his heart has softened a little.

“Thank you, Dad... It means a lot to me.” you smile softly at him.

He reaches out and gently squeezes your hand, a silent gesture of acceptance. “Now go out there and show everyone why I'm so damn proud of you... Even if I won't admit it out loud.” you giggled at his words.

***

The sunlight streams through stained-glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the aisle. As the majestic strains of a wedding march fill the air, all eyes turn towards the back of the church.

You stand there, escorted by Christian, and you take a deep breath. You heart thumps a frantic rhythm against her ribs, a mix of excitement and nervousness. You steal a glance at Christian, a silent thank you for walking you down the aisle. A flicker of emotion crosses his face, a hint of pride battling with unspoken regret.

As you two reach the end of the aisle, Charles stands waiting, looking every bit the picture of a dashing groom. His green eyes meet yours, a wave of warmth washing over you, the whole world seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you there.

Christian give you hand a gentle squeeze before letting go. With a shaky breath, you step forward, your eyes locked on Charles' face.

The officiant begins the ceremony, his voice a comforting constant amidst the whirlwind of emotions. As you and Charles exchange rings, a symbol of your love and commitment, a tear rolls down your cheek, Charles reaches out, brushing it away with a gentle touch.

Then comes the time for the vows.

You step forward, your voice and hands trembling slightly. “Charles, from the moment I met you, there was something different about you: a spark, an energy that drew me in. You challenged me, supported me, believed in me when I doubted myself... We've faced challenges together, navigated a world that tried to keep us apart, but our love only grew stronger.” you take a deep breath. “You're not just my teammate, you're my confidante, my best friend, the love of my life... You make me laugh until my sides ache, you hold me up when I'm falling apart, and you inspire me to be a better person every day.” you look into his eyes, your voice filled with love. “I promise to be by your side, through victories and defeats, to celebrate your triumphs and pick you up when you fall. To be your biggest fan, your rock, your partner in everything... Today, I choose you, and every day after.” you finally say.

A tear rolls down Charles' cheek as he takes his turn.

“Y/n, you entered my life like a force of nature, shattering everything I thought I knew about love... You're strong, independent, and brilliant. You pushed me to be a better driver, a better boyfriend, in general... to be a better man.” he says with his voice thick with emotion, then he takes a deep breath. “We've faced storms, navigated uncertainties, and emerged stronger on the other side. You're my teammate, my best friend, my rock. You make me laugh until I cry, calm my anxieties, and inspire me to reach for the stars.” he looks into your eyes, his gaze filled with pure love. “I promise to cherish you, to support you, to love you unconditionally, to be your partner in crime, your shoulder to cry on, your biggest fan... Today, I choose you, and every day after.” he finally says and smiled at you.

The officiant smiles, a warm light in his eyes.

“With these vows exchanged, I now pronounce you husband and wife... You may kiss the bride.”

Charles cups your face in his hands, your gazes locked in a silent promise. As your lips meet, the kiss is filled with love, passion, and the joy of a future you two will build together.

The cheers and applause of the wedding guests are a distant echo. This moment belongs only to you two, a culmination of defiance, love, and a promise whispered against racing engines, secret kisses and stolen glances in the pit lane.

[chilisworld55]

Talk to me | Carlos Sainz c55

🌶️ warnings: none, just fluff and comfort

a/n: hi! i hope you like this and im so sorry for any mistakes, ill try to improve! feel free to leave requests, feedbacks or anything your want to 🫶🏻

Since the news of Hamilton replacing Carlos in ferrari went out, he’s been trying not to be so affected about it but it seems to be impossible.

The Spaniard has been doing great this season, podiums in almost all races, except from the one in which he couldn’t race thanks to his appendicitis, but he got in first place on the next race. Latest race was awful for the tifosi though, both ferraris DNF.

Carlos’ been loaded with a bunch of questions whether it was in interviews or simply social media

“have you signed with another team?”,

“where are you going for next season?”,

“do you think you will have a seat in 2025?”

and many more of this kind…

“Amor…” you called him but his gaze just seems lost in his thoughts.

“Amor, are you okay?” you called him again, walking closer to him. He was sitting at the couch so you got in front of him, your hand caressing his cheek trying to find his gaze.

Once you did, he gave you a little smile but he looked sad. “Perdóname cariño ¿qué pasa?” im sorry, love. what’s wrong? he asks, placing his hand over yours, bringing it closer to his mouth and place a kiss on the back of it.

“what do you mean whats wrong? that’s what I am asking you. you seem off lately, everything is okay? did something happen?” your thumb caressed his cheek, sitting on the little table in front of the sofa.

“no… i mean, yes. everything’s fine, don’t worry” he gave you that little sad smile again and you know him well, he does that every time something’s wrong.

“hey, Carlos please, talk to me. i don’t like seeing you like this” you pout and lean in to leave a little peck on his puffy lips.

“can we cuddle?” he asks with a little voice and you heart melted. you love how his love language is mostly physical touch but when he asks for it? he’s just too cute.

“sure, love… wanna go to out bed or-“ he didn’t even let you finish your sentence before he grabbed you and pulled you on his lap, your legs on each side. His strong arms wrapped around your waist and his face buried on your neck.

He just stayed there in absolute silence, breathing slowly and having his eyes closed tight. He just wanted to have you close to him, needing this for a moment.

“im just worried about my career and everything else related to that…” he whispered, finally speaking up after about 10 minutes of silence, burying his face further into you neck if it’s possible.

“is this about your seat for next season?” you ask, hands going up and gently start caressing his hair, your fingers combing it back.

“which i do not have yet… but yes.” he mumbled, fingers playing with one of the stands of your hair and you were about to say something but he interrupted-

“what if i don’t have a seat for next season? what if they find someone million times better and i don’t get to have a seat? what if my career as a f1 driver ends this year? In every interview or every fan that asks me what’s going to happen with me for next season… i don’t know what else to answer”

he’s been overthinking about this so much and you know it, so you are always trying your best in listening to all his concerns and being supportive, always being there for him no matter what.

“Carlos, mi amor, it’s okay to be worried but i don’t really think that your career is going to end this year or any time soon” you whisper, you fingers pulling his chin up just wanting him to look into your eyes. “you are such a great driver, i need you to know that”

“but… i had to retire in the last race… cometí un estúpido error” i made an stupid mistake he looked into your lips, not standing to look into your eyes, feeling so vulnerable as he rarely shows this side of him. “what if the results of the last race affected my opportunities-“

“Carlos don’t do this to yourself” you interrupted him this time. “You are a human being, you make mistakes, I make mistakes, everyone makes mistakes. Even the best F1 driver of all history makes mistakes!” you ran your fingers over his soft hair once again.

“you’re one of the very few drivers who had won and been in podium at most races during this season. You just had a bad weekend like every other driver. And you know what? next week it’s your home race. And you’re going to be back on podium, okay?” you cupped his cheeks and he finally looked into your eyes with a lovely stare, full of love and admiration for you.

“te amo. te amo muchísimo. lo sabes, verdad?” i love you. i love you so much. you know that. right? He placed his forehead against yours, both of your lips brushing together as you smile widely at his words.

“si, lo sé, yo también te amo mucho” yes, i know, i love you so much as well You kiss him passionately for a couple of seconds, his arms hugging your figure and caressing your sides.

“And for next season and for the rest of this one, you will do so good that ferrari and any other team is going to regret not having you”

“Que afortunado que soy, que he hecho para merecerte, cariño” how lucky i am, what have i done to deserve you, love

[unsolvedjarin]

Can we have more mentor!Seb x Ferrari driver!reader? Maybe she wins in Monza the same season as the last fic? 👀

note: sorry it took me so long to get to this request, life has been KILLING me lately. this one is pretty short but hopefully you enjoy!

FOCUS.

part one here but can be read without <3

pairing: (mentor! sebastian vettel x ferrari driver! reader) (mick schumacher x ferrari driver! reader AT THE END)

summary: monza was never an easy race, and that certainly wasnt changing anytime soon. but maybe some luck is on your side this year— and a supportive mentor.

content warning: none besides my verb tenses being all over the place

Max had gotten pole. So not good for you.

You lost P2 as well to Lewis by two-tenths of a second, but P3 was fine, P3 was good. Hopefully good enough for today. It was finally Sunday, and you couldn’t be more excited— it was finally Monza.

“Well the goal is to win,” you say, although it comes out muffled with food in your mouth. Sebastian had invited you to paddock brunch on race day, and you were not one to turn down free food.

Swallowing, you add, “I mean obviously the goal is to win. We’re in Monza, that’s every Ferrari driver's goal.”

The Aston Martin driver had been listening intently to your complaints about Ferrari’s performance recently, and from what he’s hearing, it’s not looking good. Not only was the car lacking in pace, the team itself had bad strategies left and right. While you had gotten a podium back in Spa, it was starting to look like it'd be the last podium for Ferrari for a while.

Charles had DNF’ed last race, and you ended up P9. Not a great result, but it still kept you third in the Construction Championship. This race, however, was too special to have a mediocre result.

It was the home of the Tifosi; the people, the cheers, the chants, it was all for Ferrari— all for you. You couldn’t lose in Monza.

“So you think you’ll win later then?” Sebastian asks, taking a bite of his own food.

“Well I don’t don’t think I’ll win, so there’s that.”

“What a strange type of confidence.”

“Thanks, I try.”

Sebastian laughs, a genuine one that makes you smile as well. You’d been spending more time with him since learning about his retirement at the end of the season, which says a lot when you were already always together. He didn’t mind though, he loved spending time with you above all the other people on the grid– well, except for Mick. He tagged along sometimes when he could. You liked having him around too.

“If it amounts to anything, I think you can win it.”

He always says that. ‘If it amounts to anything’ or ‘If it matters,’ as if everything he says wasn’t important to you when it was. “Thanks Seb, but save that optimism for yourself, you need it,” you tease.

You say it in a joking manner, but Seb knew there was a hint of seriousness to your words. Aston Martin hadn’t been performing well either, and if you considered Ferrari’s performance bad, then you could call theirs atrocious. You knew it wasn’t Seb’s fault, he had been trying to contribute to the efficiency of the car with his knowledge and he pushed it every race.

Nodding, he sighs, and you can sense the tiredness in his breath. 2 years of a slow car will do that to you. Before you could give him any comfort, however, a Ferrari employee calls out your name for you to get ready for the race.

“Good luck Schatzi, I believe in you,” Seb says, getting up from his seat. You get up and hug him tightly, smiling when he hugs you back just as tight.

“You too Sebby.”

“Do what I couldn’t,” you hear him whisper.

You don’t reply. You don’t tell him, ‘I’m sorry,’ because he already knows. He knows because you’ve told him it before many different times on many different races when he used to drive for Ferrari– but you’ll always remember Monza.

It was his dream, the most important thing he wanted out of joining Ferrari besides winning the championship with them. But he never got it. Every year he was there, something took the win out of his grasp. Engine failure, collision, slow pace, no grip, it didn’t matter what the reason was. He never got it.

You separate, both going to get ready. You’ll make him proud, you think to yourself.

The race was tight. Lewis was giving you a good fight, always just less than a second away, but conveniently farther whenever you were in a DRS zone which meant you couldn’t overtake him. Thankfully, he slipped up during a straight, and gave you enough slipstream and space to pass him.

Then it was just you and Max. He was 10 seconds away, and you were so sure it was over. But then he pitted a little too long, giving you enough time to take his position.

And then you were leading.

You were leading in a Ferrari in Monza.

Holy fucking shit.

Just one more lap, one more and you could see it– you could see the end.

“...Y/N L/N SEES THE CHECKERED FLAG, AND COMES TO WIN THE ITALIAN GRAND PRIX! FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE 2019, FERRARI WINS IN THEIR HOME RACE!”

You couldn’t believe it.

You won. You won in Monza. In a Ferrari.

You did it.

If the screams of the fans were loud in Spa, the cheers of the emotional Tifosi were deafening here. Exiting your car, still shellshocked, you’re immediately approached by Max, who gave you a quick hug in congratulations.

Slightly snapping out of your buzzed state, you run towards your crew who was on the other side of the barrier, practically jumping into their arms. They couldn’t believe it either. When you finally removed your helmet, the muffled sounds of everything else suddenly became clear, and somehow the already thundering roars of the crowd had gotten louder.

Despite all that commotion, all that chaos and celebration, there was only one man you were looking for. You heard he had DNF’ed, which meant he would be in his garage, but you didn’t care. You were going to look for him before you got on that damn podium.

While Max and Lewis went to the cooldown room, you got ready to sneak out and go to the Aston Martin garage, when a hand grabs yours and spins you around to face them. It takes you a second to realize what was happening, but when you did– “SEBASTIAN!”

He enveloped you in a hug, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around. You could hear his proud laughs, and you started laughing as well. You had done it.

“I ca-”

“I-”

You both start at the same time, making you both laugh even harder. You gesture for him to start first, and he does. “I can’t believe it. You actually fucking did it,” he says, the joy evident in his cussing.

He walks with you back towards the Podium, an arm around your shoulder looking proud. When you get to the side stage you pause in protest, but he reads your mind before you can say anything. “Go, we’ll talk later.” He gives you a little nudge, and off to the platform you go.

You asked Charles once, and he told you that when you get up there on the platform, everything goes quiet. You would see the crowd, the fans clad in red, and you would feel the love, but you wouldn’t hear it– as if all their cheers mixed together into a large vast silence. One thing would come into focus, and when you see what you’ve focused on, it’ll all make sense. For him, it was a man wearing a shirt with the number 17 on it. In the large mobs, it was the one thing his eyes had focused on.

For you, however, it wasn’t in the crowd. It wasn’t in the endless support of the Tifosi, nor the trophy given to you. No, it was in the man you could see in your peripheral vision, standing on the side, clapping proudly and looking at you as if no one else was on the podium.

Sebastian. It was him. Your mentor, your father figure, your friend. You finally understood what Charles was always rambling about. That loving feeling— not one you feel with a romantic partner, but the one that buries itself deep into your soul and grows over time, unseen and unnoticed, but when you finally focus on it, everything makes sense.

The second the podium festivities ended, you ran into Sebastian’s arms and hugged him tightly, not minding the cameras all around you. He didn’t understand what was happening, but he hugged you back, not letting you go.

Tomorrow— not today while the chaos of the fans was still ongoing— the media will spew rumors about you and the older driver, but you don’t care. Not when you’re finally happy here; content.

With content tears flowing freely down your face— along with some champagne from earlier— you finally disconnected from the hug, looking at Sebastian with a grin.

He looked confused, “What’s happening? Are you alright? Is everything okay?”

Shaking your head with a laugh, you reply, “It’s fine, everythings okay. I just— I can’t believe I did it. And with you watching. I couldn’t be happier.”

Sebastian takes a moment to intake what you said. He had never felt this way before. Never felt so utterly proud of someone. You had done what he never could, had finally achieved the Ferrari dream he had always wanted for himself. He could see himself in you now, the sheer joy of a win with a team he always wanted to win with. He couldn’t be more happy for you too.

“Sebastian?” you ask, worried about his silence. Maybe what you said was too much, too forward. But then he smiles softly at you, and you can see the tears welling in his eyes.

“You have no idea how proud I am of you.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, “Oh thank god, I thought you were thinking of scowling in disgust or worse; not hearing what I said and making me repeat it.”

He laughs, a hearty one, and you laugh as well. The roar of the crowd was still loud, but amidst all the chaos, your eyes still only focused on one person.

“Dinner?” he asks softly.

“Yeah, let’s get dinner.”

a bit of bonus for my mick girls out there:

“Y/N!” you hear a voice shout from across the paddock. It catches your attention, and you turn your head to the Mercedes hospitality where the voice came from. Sebastian is beside you, an arm around your shoulder, accompanying you for a post-race dinner.

“Mick! What’s up?” you ask, disconnecting from Sebastian’s hold to walk towards him. He meets you in the middle, giving you a quick hug before smiling.

“I just wanted to congratulate you on your win. We should celebrate!” he says, pausing for a moment as if thinking how to word his next sentence. “I was thinking— just a random thought really— we could…go out to dinner to celebrate? I mean just throwing ideas out there, you don’t have to.”

He’s looking everywhere but at you at this point, his eyes pointed down at his shoes and you can see his hands fiddling in his pockets. You notice Toto Wolff watching from the hospitality, but you pay no attention to him, instead keeping your eyes on the man in front of you.

“I’m sorry Mick I would love to, but I’m actually going out to dinner with Seba—”

“He can come,” Sebastian butts in. “He can join us, I have no problem with it.”

“Oh, then great!” you exclaim, nudging Mick softly. He looks up at you with a slight red dusting on his cheeks you don’t notice. Oblivious, you intertwine your arm with his, walking with Seb tailing the both of you.

You ramble on about the race to him and don’t notice when he turns his head around to face Sebastian quickly, who was giving Mick two thumbs up with a cheeky grin. The younger driver blushes softly, before going back to facing you and listening to you talk.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, however, the older driver was already secretly thinking of an excuse to get the two of you alone at dinner.

[leclerc-s]

wait, there's another one of you?

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this booger picked me up from the airport and then decided to mock me for buying food at the airport. little outfit change because it's not hoodie season in mexico. i ditched the booger and picked up my comfort food. no i will not be sharing, they're all mine.

lando norris someone want to explain to me who the guy in isabella's story is?

isabella perez my fucking brother? gael? dulce perez it's our brother.

charles leclerc wait, there's another one of you??

max verstappen how do you people not know this?

mae jones i didn't know...

daphne jones i did know, nice kid. i don't know how he's related to isabella.

sebastian vettel he used to come to races all the time, and then their dad died and he stopped coming.

dulce perez we all bonded with dad over f1. it was harder for gael because he was karting when dad passed. he gave up on the sport after that.

isabella perez haven't you heard, he's a big shot actor now. HE WORKED WITH THE SEBASTIAN STAN!!

penelope trevino your taste in men needs to be studied. under a microscope. isabella perez i don't really have a crush on sebastian stan. i have a crush on bucky barnes. it's very different. penelope trevino oh yeah, that makes so much sense.

max verstappen the worst thing is that he's a ferrari fan too 🙄

isabella perez HELL YEAH! FORZA FERRARI BABY!

charles leclerc LET'S GO!!

lewis hamilton i will never understand how checo's own blood aren't red bull fans.

dulce perez he was a ferrari academy driver with jules. it's practically in our blood to be tifosi. i just like to support my uncle, the other two are heathens.

isabella perez WE CAN SUPPORT UNCLE CHECO AND SUPPORT FERRARI AT THE SAME TIME DULCE!

esteban ocon we have to meet this guy!

lance stroll when can we meet him? carlos sainz are we allowed to meet him? dulce perez never. my brother will not be tainted by you nerds.

rowan todd listen, i understand the boys, but seeing as we work together with marvel. good luck keeping me away from him.

rowan todd wait-

rowan todd in the sense that, we're going to become besties. work besties if you will.

lance stroll pierre just let out a sigh of relief.

pierre gasly do you know how to shut the fuck up? if so, please do so. lance stroll why would i when you're so easy to tease?

max verstappen you have to bring him to a race soon. it's only fair! i will turn him into a red bull fan.

isabella perez listen, uncle checo driving for red bull is temporary, however long that may last, but ferrari is forever. you just have to deal with this max, uncle checo does.

carlos sainz max is just surrounded by tifosi isn't he?

max verstappen oh shut up carlos.

carlos sainz is the little one still a huge charles fan?

daniel ricciardo he called my move to mclaren the worst mistake of my life. daniel ricciardo he's also a little shit. but we love him max verstappen NO! YOU LOVE HIM! i tolerate him at best.

fernando alonso when you say patito, you don't mean pato o'ward, do you?

isabella perez i do! they were best friends growing up!

dulce perez wow, you are dumb.

isabella perez WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN??

dulce perez ask gael. maybe he'll answer the question.

lando norris someone could be in love with her and she would never notice.

daniel ricciardo i can't wait for the day i get to witness that

daphne jones don't be mean. she's not dumb, just oblivious.

pierre gasly this is like that time that guy asked for her number and she gave him dulce's number.

arthur leclerc WHAT THE FUCK? WHEN WAS THIS?

max verstappen arthur right now, probably

charles leclerc can confirm that is what arthur sounded like.

max verstappen at least someone appreciates my comedic genius. natalia ruiz he's in love with you charles leclerc literally shut up?

isabella perez WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT? HE ASKED FOR DULCE'S NUMBER?

rowan todd HE ASKED FOR YOURS! HE CALLED YOU PRETTY GIRL AND EVERYTHING?

isabella perez WHAT THE FUCK? HOW DID I MISS THAT?!

daphne jones like i said, you're oblivious.

freya vettel at least put us all out of our misery and ask out cute prema guy

isabella perez i can't.

esteban ocon the fuck do you mean you can't?

lance stroll wait. don't fucking say it isabella

isabella perez i got back together with austin

daniel ricciardo WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ISABELLA?

fernando alonso OTRA VEZ? ISABELLA, NO PUEDES SEGUIR HACIENDO ESTO! (again? isabella, you can't keep doing this!)

isabella perez but he said things would be different this time!

dulce perez THAT'S WHAT HE FUCKING SAID LAST TIME YOU MORON!

gael perez dime que no es verdad isabella! (tell me it's not true isabella!)

isabella perez that depends, what are we talking about?

dulce perez cut the bullshit. why would you do this?

isabella perez HEY YOU KNOW WHY! I LOVE HIM!

gael perez i'm gonna die and my sister's still going to be dating that lunatic.

dulce perez at this rate i'm going to get back with arthur and she's still going to be with him.

isabella perez let's talk about dulce's problems instead!

gael perez old news, we all know she's still in love arthur but in denial about it.

isabella perez by the way, was patito ever anything more than your friend?

gael perez i have to go.

isabella perez CLEARLY I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WITH PROBLEMS HERE!

isabella perez dulce is a snitch who's still in love with her ex and my brother dated his best friend.

dulce perez HEY FUCK YOU! WHAT HAPPENS IN THE SIBLING GROUP CHAT STAYS THERE!

max verstappen no, tell us more. as the children say, spill the tea sis.

mae jones i forget you have a broken childhood.

charles leclerc tell us something we don't already know.

dulce perez literally fuck you guys. i don't have to sit here and take this.

dulce perez i have class now.

pierre gasly coward.

dulce perez PIERRE'S IN LOVE WITH ROWAN BUT IS AFRAID TO ADMIT IT! MAX IS ALSO IN LOVE WITH MAE! AND CHARLES IS LOVE WITH NATALIA AND WE ALL KNOW THEY'RE SLEEPING TOGETHER!

dulce perez call me a coward again gasly. i know all your secrets.

lance stroll she's sort of scary sometimes.

daniel ricciardo she's a middle child. of course she knows everything.

daphne jones i love her.

max verstappen i'm kinda scared of her now. what else does she know?

dulce perez i know everything verstappen. all of you confide in me because i'm the only 'normal' one here.

dulce perez AND I KNEW ABOUT DANIEL'S PROPOSAL BEFORE ANYONE ELSE SO SUCK IT FUCKERS! (except for seb, lewis, and nando. i love you guys.)

mae jones RICCIARDO! YOU TOLD ME I WAS THE FIRST TO KNOW!

daniel ricciardo would you look at the time. i have to go walk my kangaroo.

fernando alonso coward!

daniel ricciardo no shame about it!

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¡leclerc-s speaks! if i hadn’t mentioned this character before that’s because he was literally made up like last week. i also just love danny ramirez and i had to include him somehow. this entire series is just me putting together all my interests in one. also my love for pato, i love him so much. i have too many stories and don't have time to update them all so i just create more to ignore the bigger issue.

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Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince:

Chapter 2

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The Heartbreak Prince

September 2022:

Back on the podium in Monza. Finally. The Tifosi were screaming for Charles as he lifted his trophy into the sky, slapping the Ferrari logo above his heart. He soaked in the atmosphere, waving at the fans. A second place was usually nothing he would be happy with, but after the last weeks and the development of his car stagnating, he was happy to be back on the podium.

Back to back to be precise after last week’s P3 in Zandvoort. He chatted with Max and George, before he left towards his garage, where his mechanics celebrated him. Charles was surprised seeing Joris nowhere, but he couldn’t think too much of it when Mia, his PR manager, dragged him towards the media pen and then the post race press conference. He was still buzzing and giddy when he returned to his team, ready to celebrate his podium a little when he finally spotted his best friend. By the look on his face, Charles’ good mood was gone in an instant and he walked over, pulling his childhood friend into a quiet corner.

"What happened? Is everyone okay?" the Ferrari driver asked, feeling his heart almost beating out of his chest.

"Please tell me you use a condom when you have a one night stand." Joris said and Charles took a step back.

"What the fuck did you just ask?"

"I asked you, if you use fucking protection when you have sex with a random girl…" Joris whisper shouted.

"Okay first off, you’re my best friend, yes, but there are boundaries to what we’re talking about still. And second, I don’t have one night stands, does that answer your question?"

"Okay, let me rephrase that. Did you use protection when you dropped off that cute girl from the club couple of weeks ago and then had sex with her roommate after the French GP?"

"What? Why? Of course I did? I mean-… I was drunk but yeah… I think I did…" Charles stuttered, trying his best to think back to the night 6 weeks ago.

"I sure hope so because that girl, Alessia is her name by the way, she contacted you, and when you didn’t reply, me, on Instagram…-"

"Why? What does she want? Does she have a STD?" the Monegasque driver panicked, ruffling his hair, looking around to make sure no one listens to their conversation.

"Well no… unless you want to call a pregnancy a STD a-…"

"WHAT?" Charles almost shouted and some heads turned his way "She’s lying, right? It can’t be? I mean… no. No! It’s impossible!"

"Well, I don’t know. She said she wants to talk to you. She needs your help…"

"How do we even know that’s the girl I had sex with? She could be just some random girl who saw me leaving the club with the roommate and now pretends to be her?" Charles was grasping any straw he could find.

"That was my first thought but she told me the story how you brought home her friend and then well you and her… I don’t want to go into detail here… it’s her Charles… and she wants to see you."

"When?"

"As soon as possible."

"Fuck. This is bad Joris. So freaking bad. This can’t be happening… I mean, why does she think that I’m the father? She saw me taking home her friend and still flirted with me and kissed me, had sex with me? What kind of friend does that? Who’s saying she’s not having a different guy every night?" he began to ramble, ruffling his hair only further.

"Charles…" Joris sighed.

"I know. I shouldn’t have said that… it’s not fair… but- fuck. This could destroy everything."

"I’d say you talk to her first, then we’ll see?"

"I need you to come with me, Joris, I can’t do this alone. Please. Please come with me…"

"Okay, I set up a meeting with her. It’s going to be fine. You’ll see."

"I hope you’re right."

It only took five minutes to turn total euphoria into total devastation.

Charles nervously tapped his foot on the floor, looking at the door of the little café in downtown Milan, his coffee ice cold by now.

"Stop it." Joris put his hand on his best friend’s thigh of his bouncing leg "You’ll make me lose my mind."

"Sorry…" Charles mumbled, fiddling with his cuticles, his eyes wandering between the door and his hands.

"And stop that too! How old are you?" Joris rolled his eyes and Charles groaned, putting his hands on the table, grabbing his mug.

"What if she’s not coming? What if that all was just a stupid joke?"

"Then we’ll leave, for now she’s only 3 minutes late, so relax…"

"Relax? Relax? How the hell am I supposed to relax Joris?" Charles hissed.

"Okay, maybe relax wasn’t the right word… calm down a little, okay? We’ll figure it all out." Joris tried to reassure him.

"Yeah? I honestly don’t see how. This is going to ruin my career. My life." the driver leaned back into his chair, closing my eyes "How could I be so stupid? I swear I’ll never drink alcohol again…"

"Are you done now? Because I think she’s coming…"

Charles sat up in an instant, looking out of the big windows of the café, the memories in his mind starting to replay like a film clip when he spotted the girl.

"Fuck… it’s really her." he mumbled and Joris looked at the door, when the bell rang and the girl walked in.

"It’s going to be okay, just breathe…" Joris squeezed his shoulder and got up, walking over to the girl.

Charles felt his heart beat outside of his chest, his breathing ragged and he felt the bile rise up his throat. With sweaty hands he grabbed the glass in front of him, gulping it down, hoping the cold water would fight down the urge to vomit. He could already see the headlines, the disapproving look of Silvia. But above all he could see his mother’s disappointed face. He felt hot, short breathed, the buzzing inside his head getting louder and louder. With one last look at Joris, who talked to the girl, he got up, almost running to the bathroom. He didn’t even lock the door, he just flung open the toilet lid, ignoring the clattering sound it made, when it smashed into the wall, and emptied his stomach’s content into the toilet bowl. He got up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and flushed the toilet, when there was a knock on the door.

"Charles? Are you okay?" Joris.

Charles shook his head, leaning against the wall, no, he wasn’t okay.

"Charles?"

"I can’t do it… I just-… can you talk to her? I can’t do it…" he mumbled, looking into the mirror, his pale self staring at him. Sweat beads on his forehead, dark circles around his eyes. Deep down he knew that he had to talk to her. It was his problem. He had to own up to it.

"Charles this is a conversation I can’t have for you…"

"I know…" Charles mumbled, taking a deep breath, rinsing his mouth, splashing cold water in his face "I messed up… I have to take responsibility…" he dried his face with a paper towel and opened the door "I’ll talk to her." he swallowed hard, following his best friend back to their table.

After confirming that she was indeed the girl he had slept with, they decided to do the talking somewhere more private. Out of earshot. This was nothing he wanted to be heard by anyone and then plastered around gossip pages. Back at his apartment he offered the girl something to drink and then sat down in front of her, Joris to his right. Charles listened to the girl, how she found out she was pregnant and how she immediately knew that it must’ve been his child she carried. How she was scared and alone because of her conservative, traditional family who would disown her if they found out about the pregnancy.

"You’re the only option that I have…" she whispered, looking down in her lap and Charles swallowed hard.

He almost felt numb, as if his mind was trying to disassociate from the situation. He didn’t know what to do, how he could help the girl, what she expected from him.

"Do you need money?" he asked after a moment of complete silence and for the first time she looked him straight in the eyes "To umm-… to get rid of it?"

"An abortion?" her eyes widened in shock "I can’t do that. I just-… my belief… I can’t do that. I can’t kill an innocent soul."

Cells. At this time there was nothing but a clump of cells in her stomach. No innocent soul. No baby. Just cells.

"So what? You want to have the baby? What about your family? I thought they would disown you if they found out?" Charles knew he was too harsh, too straight forward, but deep down he still hoped this was all just a bad joke. Or a nightmare from that he woke up any moment.

"I know. They will do it. Definitely. But-… I can’t terminate the pregnancy… but maybe-…"

Maybe what? You want me to marry you? Say we’re happy and in love and you carry the fruit of that love? Play pretend for your family to think that you did not have premarital sex? He wanted to blurt it out, thinking that this was, what was ending his career.

"Maybe you can help me? I just need a place to stay. Away from my parents, I’ll have the baby and then we can give it up for adoption. It’s gone. Forever. And then I can go back to my life and you can go back to yours?" her voice was thin, laced with emotion and Charles looked at her.

"How old are you?" he asked out of the blue, wondering about the girls age.

She looked younger than he remembered and for a moment he was scared of the answer.

"23? Why?" she replied and Charles let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in "Do you agree with my plan?"

"You think it’s that easy? Giving away a child you carried for 9 months?" he asked and she nodded.

"I don’t want a baby. Not now. And not with someone-… someone like you! I know who you are. I know that you have a new girl by your side every other week. That you are always away. Always rushing from one country to the next. You are not someone I would want to have as a partner and father of my child…" she let out.

"Didn’t stop you from having sex with me. After I dropped off your drunk friend." what she said had stung for some reason and he was feeling his hands start to tremble.

"Yeah well, you didn’t have to sleep with me either!" she spat out.

"Why not? You just said that I have a new girl every other week. Maybe it was time for the new one right then!"

"Okay stop. Both of you. Enough." Joris said loudly and they both looked at him "Look. It is what it is. You guys slept with each other. There is a baby. You Charles, you don’t want the media and basically everyone find out. You Alessia, you don’t want your family and well yeah also basically everyone you know find out. You both have the same goal. I say let’s work toward it. Together."

He looked at his best friend and then the girl his best friend knocked up, hoping he could knock some sense in them.

"I have an extra apartment in Monaco. It’s empty, you can live there… and when it’s possible and safe, I want a paternity test." Charles said after thinking about it for a moment and Alessia nodded slowly.

"If you insist and don’t trust my words…" she said, her voice almost malicious.

"I have to protect myself…" he began.

"Whatever. As soon as they can do one, I’m doing it." the girl rolled her eyes, crossing her arms in front of her, leaning back.

"See? Baby steps…" Joris smiled and then bit his lip, holding up his hand at the glares the other two just shot him "Sorry. Wrong wording… but we can figure this out. As long as you both are on the same side…"

"Okay…" Charles mumbled, looking at the girl.

"Yeah… okay…" she replied and he nodded.

"Then let’s figure out the rest."

October 2022:

Charles grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles white. He looked around, checking every mirror constantly.

"No one is here, relax." Alessia groaned, opening the door.

"Wait! What am I supposed to do now?"

"Stay? Leave? I don’t know? I’ll text you when I’m done…" she slammed the door shut and Charles looked around one last time before he put on the baseball cap and the way too big sunglasses.

He got out of the car, following the girl into the doctor's office.

"Whoa! What are you doing?" she stopped, looking at him.

"I don’t want to wait in the car like a sitting duck!"

"Then go for a walk?" the girl was annoyed.

"And run into someone who recognises me? Yeah no thanks. Don’t worry, I’ll just sit in the waiting area…" Charles shrugged his shoulders, making his way towards the door, holding it up expectantly.

"Unbelievable." the girl muttered underneath her breath, following the driver into the doctor’s office.

Charles looked around. Everything looked sterile and clean, but still comfy. Tame colours, nothing too intimidating. It was bright and open and under different circumstances Charles would’ve liked it here. He sat down in the waiting area, watching the other people who were waiting. A young mother to be, sporting a prominent baby bump, reading in the newest gossip magazine. A slightly older woman, smaller baby bump and a toddler next to her, talking about his day at the elementary school, while his mother smiled at him lovingly. And a young couple, the man cradling a baby, not older than a couple of weeks, to his chest. The way he looked at his little bundle of joy, full of love and adoration, kissing his wife’s temple, whispering some sweet nothings into her ear, making her blush. Watching this young couple, obviously on cloud 9, made his heart ache. He always wanted to be a young father, to make sure he would be able to spend as much time as possible with his children. He always wanted to have his own little family, a loving wife or girlfriend who would support him as much as he would support her in anything that she would do. A bunch of kids, products of their love, running around. He always imagined how he would hold his first born child for the very first time in his arms, swearing to the little wonder that he would do everything to protect it from any harm coming its way. But none of that happened so far and now his first child would be born and given away, growing up without him, not even knowing that he existed. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind when he realised that Alessia walked towards one of the examine rooms and he sighed, as the girl shut the door behind her. Charles looked around, his eyes always returning to the little family. He would never even hold his first child in his arms. He got up, deciding to wait in the car, being in here made him sick, when the door opened and he froze. Valentine, his ex-girlfriend Charlotte’s sister, walked through the door, talking loudly with a friend, not noticing him for now and if it were for Charles, it could stay that way. Before even thinking what he was doing he followed Alessia through the door she had vanished through, closing it behind him.

"Ahh, Daddy made it in time, sit down and let’s have a look at your little one, shall we?" the doctor said and Charles turned around, watching how she looked at the screen searching for a trace of the baby.

Alessia looked at him with wide eyes, a mix of annoyance and something he couldn’t quite place when the doctor cheered a little.

"There it is. Look at this healthy, tiny human. And what a steady heartbeat, here, I’ll turn up the volume for you…" she began and Charles followed her look, watching on the screen where the doctor was pointing at his unborn child.

Charles stared at the ultrasound screen, his eyes widened at the rhythmic flicker of the tiny but strong heartbeat. Despite his initial reluctance of having this baby, his demanding job, constant travel, his fear of what the public would say, his team or his family. Something inside him shifted, his eyes darting between the screen and the young girl. She might carry his child, but that was it, there was no love, no feelings between them, nothing. He didn’t know what was happening, thoughts about how he pictured becoming a father for the very first time, and the steady, rapid pulse on the screen stirred something deep within him. This very moment changed everything. Right in this instant, he felt a profound, overwhelming love for the life growing inside the girl in front of him. It was as if the heartbeat echoed a promise of his new purpose. With his heart now full and resolute, he vowed to embrace the new challenge and be the best father he could possibly be for his precious child. He wiped away a stray tear, emotions threatening to boil over when he looked at Alessia. But what he saw in her face was the exact opposite of what he felt. She looked almost disgusted, hateful, at the screen. Her lips pressed into a thin line, hands gripping tightly onto the sides of the stretcher she was lying on.

"Alright. I’m going to print out your first picture of your baby and then you can go back to the reception and ask for an appointment to draw some blood samples to check that everything is alright with Maman and child." the doctor wiped the stomach clean, while the machine in the back rattled, printing the pictures of the little wonder. As soon as she was done, the girl sat up, pulling her blouse down, looking at her feet.

"Here you go." the doctor handed her the pictures and she took them, not even looking at them "Take your time." she left and the girl threw the pictures on the stretcher next to her.

Charles got up, picking them up with shaking hands, looking at his unborn child.

"We need to talk…" he began and the girl looked up.

"About what?"

"This-… this changes everything… I don’t want to-… I want to keep it. I want to keep the baby." his voice more steady with every word "I know how it happened, it’s all unconventional… but I don’t want-… no I can’t give away my child, knowing that it will grow up somewhere without me?"

"We had a deal, Charles. I’ll have the baby, we give it up for adoption. We’ll never talk about it ever again. We’ll never see each other again. What happened between us… it never happened!" she jumped off the stretcher, looking at him "I don’t want to be a mother. I don’t want to fake a relationship for the child’s sake… no. I don’t want it."

"Then I’ll keep it. You follow through with our plan…"

"What? Are you even listening to yourself? You’re crazy!"

"No. I just-… I can’t explain, okay? But to think that I won’t be a part in my own child’s life? I can’t do it, Alessia."

"Yeah well then good luck as a single father, because I’m not staying out of guilt or whatever. I don’t want this child. You want to keep it? Let it ruin your life? Do it. But without me." and without another word she walked out, leaving Charles behind.

He looked at the ultrasound pictures in his hand, feeling almost overwhelmed with the utter love he already harboured for the little creature.

"I won’t give up on you, little one. You’re mine."

Chapter 2 - … and that was Charles first chapter 🙈 the cat’s out of the bag, there is a little one coming soon. Dad Charles for the win 🤗 I would love to hear from you how you liked it.

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Ranking drivers based on how badly I want them to win a WDC. Dont hate yall this is soley for fun:

Logan Sargeant (listen I know hes off the grid, but come on man I want to be able to scream like an egal. I would have screatched like crazy if he got a point let alone a podium. if this man won a race or WDC I think the US would have exploded from fans losing their mind)(lets just hope he goes to indycar and wins the indy500 to beat the terrible driver accusations)

Lewis Hamilton (come on an 8th WDC as his last year at Mercadies would have been iconic) (Ferrari is gonna crush his 8th WDC dreams with their shitty pit stops)

Oscar Piastri (I just want to know what his reaction would be. mans is stone faced and I love it)

Charles Leclerc (he deserves it after the shit ferrari puts him through) (also I want to know what the state of italy and monaco will be in if/when he wins a WDC) (he honestly can do it not this year but eventially if and only if ferrari actually makes a good car cause he is putting that tractor in places it should not be)

Max Verstappen (love this funny dutch man) (he drives so many fia officals crazy and I love it) (Max Im rooting so hard for you)

George Russell (soley because I want to know what he would say to a WDC win) (like come on yabadabadoo for a race win? what would a WDC win bring out in that man)

Zhou Guanyu (he so sweet and this would finally give him some recognition)

Nico Hulkenberg (only if he can win it by getting second each and every race. Imagen how funny it would be if Nico won a WDC and still not had a maiden gp win)

Kevin Magnussen (cant seperate the hassbands) (also I think it would be funny)

Franco Colapinto (just think of how much more flirty that man would be if he had a WDC to his name)

Liam Lawson (Think of how much more agressive he would be if he had a WDC behind his name) (hes already flipping off senior drivers imagion how crazy he would be)

Alex Albon (Hes so nice) (I would love to see redbulls reaction cause dam they would have fumbled so hard)

Daniel Ricciard (think of australia) (though I dont think it would ever happen)

Yuki Tsunoda (I just want to know what he would say) (like man loves swearing so much) (the fia would hate to see him coming soly becuase of how much swearing would go down)

Carlos Sainz (he gets on my nerves but it would be funny if he won and charles didnt) (imagion the charles tifosi oh they would be pissed)

Checo (Think about how crazy mexico would be if he won, they would be having SO MUCH fun) (I dont want to deal with how redbull and crazy max fans would react if he won and max didnt)

Fernando Alonso (it would be interesting but Im not a fan of his, and he gets on my nerves)

Lance Stroll (I just dont want to deal with everyone saying that his father bought him the WDC)

Pierre Gasly (He ruffles my feathers in a way I cant describe. I just dont like him)

Esteban Ocon (Im not his biggest fan, I think hes just so meh also I dont think anything super crazy would happen if he won so...)

Lando Norris (he has the car right now I just dont like him so hes low on my list) (also I would rather it be charles than lando right now this year) (lando gets on my nerves and I feel like if it happened right now he would be insufferable)

Valtteri Bottas (He would be higher on my list be there is no way James would let that happen) (he would swoop in with his Valtteri its James attitued and make my post change)

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Everything Happens For A Reason | LN4

Summary: Sometimes the people that love us hurt us the most but, you can't seem to stay away. After an immense break up, you've become the most passionate in your career. Going from casting to casting, concert to concert, audition to audition, you become one of the most famous artists of your generation. You were done picking up the broken pieces of your heart when somebody comes into your life and you place your heart in someone else's hands again.

Word Count: 4728

Pairing: Lando Norris x female! reader ft. Carlos Sainz

Warnings: none

Chapter 5

Previous Chapter

“Oh my god, we’re almost there!” Jen says excitedly as you reach the many people behind barriers near the entrance

“A lot of these people are here for you,” says the driver as he looks at you through the car mirror

“Really?” you turn to him in shock with your eyes wide

He nods as he continues to drive but, he opens your window and to your surprise, he is very much correct.

As soon as your window is down, screams and flashes from the outside flood the inside of the car. You wave at the people as they yell flattering and sweet messages your way. You see many people with your newest album in your hands and with gifts ready to give to you. You quickly bring your phone out to record these moments, you never thought you’d have supporters in Monaco.

Once you reach the paddock entrance you take one last deep breath and step out of the car. You’re quickly greeted by an F1 representative, a bodyguard, and a few more people. You try and listen to what the people are trying to say but the fans quickly drown them out.

“I think we should go say hi to them before we head inside,” says the rep as she turns to look at the fans behind the barriers

You head towards the fans with a smile and wonder who you should greet first. The most noticeable one is a girl with a Ferrari hat right in the middle, so you head towards her first.

“Oh my god, Hi!” she yells and hands you a model Ferrari racecar

“Hi, how are you? Are you sure you want me to sign this, it’s the smooth operator’s car as well?” you giggle at her

“Yes, yes! Please! Are you a Ferrari fan?” she asks as she looks to your face for an answer

“A die-hard Tifosi,” you say with a smile as you hand her the car and pen back

You realize the surrounding people heard what you had just said when there are sudden screams and even more phones pointed your way. The girl takes her phone out for a photo and you grab it and take the picture before moving on to the next people.

“Forza Ferrari!” says the guy as he hands you your album

“Forza Ferrari!” you reciprocate as you grab the album and pen

“What’s your name? How are you liking it?” you ask him as you look from the album to him

“Giovanni! I love it, my girlfriend showed it to me actually. This is for her, her name is Rosie!” he says excitedly

“I’m glad, thank you for listening! Tell Rosie I said Hi!” you say handing it back and taking a quick picture

“No, thank you! Welcome to Monaco!” he says

You smile at him as a way to say thanks, you move on to the next person holding out a bracelet for you. You gladly hold out your hand and the girl happily puts it on your wrist.

“Hello! Thanks, what does it say?” you ask the girl as you notice two chili charms on the white, red, and gold bracelet

“It’s the only Ferrari bracelet I had left, I heard you’re a Tifosi. Carlos took the one I had made for you” she says quickly and apologetically

“It’s okay, I’m gonna have to find him in there and make him trade,” you tell her as you giggle and look towards the paddock

“Oh my god, please record it if you do,” she says pleadingly

“I’ll see what I can do,” you say smiling at her

You quickly grab a picture with her and move down the line. That’s how it went for a couple of minutes, signing different items, taking selfies and videos, and receiving gifts. You wish you could stay with them forever, the Monegasque fans were some of the sweetest people you had met in Monaco. However, your interactions were cut short when you were told your time was up and you were ushered towards the paddock entrance. So, you turned around and gave them a wave goodbye and shouted grateful thank you’s to them. You left with an even bigger smile on your face as you heard your farewell being reciprocated.

“Ok, so here's your pass, just scan it on the machine and you should be good to go,” the woman says as she hands the passes to Jen and you

You both put them around your neck as you step up to the gates, you scan it as you're told, and sure enough; you're in. Once you step inside, you stop for a second and just look around, trying to take it all in; you used to dream of this.

“Welcome to F1! I’m just gonna give you guys a short tour of the paddock first. I heard you're a Tifosi so, we’ll be headed to their garage first. Feel free to ask any questions along the way.” the woman says happily

After a quick but thorough tour, you and your team ended up at the Ferrari garage. Buzzing with engineers coming in and out, and listening to your guide; you were pretty shocked when two tall men all clad in red made their way to you.

You could feel your heartbeat get stronger and faster, you started fidgeting with anything your fingers could touch, and you could feel the corners of your lips pull up. But not because you were happy, you were ecstatic actually but, you tend to smile when you get nervous.

“Charles, Carlos, this is Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N, this is Carlos and Charles. I’m sure you don’t need any further introductions.” says the guide looking from you to them and them to you, you all exchange small hellos before you go in for a physical greeting.

You start with Charles who's on your left, you go in for a quick hug and he goes for a kiss on each of your cheeks; the Monegasque way of course; you gladly reciprocate.

“Carlos,” you say softly before going in for a hug with him, considering both of your Hispanic backgrounds; you both go in for a kiss on each other's cheek.

You pull back just in time to hear Charles excitedly say, “Welcome to my home, Monaco!”

“Thank you! It’s so beautiful here, I already miss it,” you tell him truthfully

“So beautiful, have you taken a look around?” he asks curiously

“At Monaco, no not yet, we just landed last night. We’ve just seen what we could on the car ride here” you answer sadly

“We’ll have to take you around then, there’s so much to see”, Carlos says joining the conversation

“Yeah, that’d be great, a tour from the experts, I’m so lucky”, you say carefully not wanting to start anything, as much as you want to answer more freely, you have to remember the cameras recording your every interaction.

“Of course, I always love showing people around, maybe I should switch careers to a tour guide”, Charles jokes and you all laugh

“So, I heard you are a Tifosi?”, asks Carlos placing his hands on his hips

“Loud and proud”, you answer him

“Where’s your Ferrari gear then?” asks Charles pointing to your blank canvas of an outfit

You feel Carlos’ gaze fixed on you, eyeing you up and down. You suddenly feel nervous when you realize his current attire. His Ferrari red race suit was undone and hanging loosely on his hips and his fireproof clinging tightly onto his upper body. His messy dark brown hair, big brown eyes, and stubbled jaw. You had always known Carlos to be a good-looking guy but in real life, the man was gorgeous.

“Umm, I’m saving that for race day! Save the best for last, you know!” you say trying to collect yourself and looking back and forth between the two

“You better” Carlos points to you while Charles nods in agreement

“I hate to break this conversation up but, we have to hurry and take pictures before Y/N heads off to McLaren”, interjects your guide

“What? I thought we were doing the hot lap with her”, questions Charles while Carlos scrunches his eyebrows in confusion

“McLarens hosting today, you guys have her the whole day on Sunday! But, considering you guys are her favorite team, we thought we’d bring her to you first” the guide corrects

“Well, that’s even better; I think,” Carlos says as he sways on his hips looking at you and Charles. You could’ve sworn you saw a wink, there’s a glint of something in his eyes you can’t put your finger on. Is he flirting with you? It’s probably all in your head, so you choose to ignore it.

As you’re about to go in between the Ferrari boys for a picture you see a handful of things handed to them.

“So, this is kind of embarrassing but I’m actually a really big fan of your music and I was wondering if you could sign my cd’s?” Charles says shyly as he hands you all of your albums. Never in a million years would you think the Charles Leclerc was listening to your music.

“Of course Charles! I’m so flattered, thank you!” you sign and hand them back. As you look up you see Carlos hand you the movie poster for the first movie you were ever in.

“I’m a big fan too, but I was wondering if you could sign this for my sister. She’s a really big fan, I swear she watches this movie like every week” he chuckles

“Wow, tell her I said hi and thank you,” you say as you sign the poster and write a thankful message on it. You hand it back and look back up at the boys who are both giddily smiling down at you

“We also have a couple of things for you, from us. And we heard that your dad was the one that got you into Formula 1, so we have some stuff for him as well!” Charles hands you a red Ferrari bag with signed hats from both of them to your dad and shirts for both of you.

They hand you their hats, signed and each with a sweet message written on the cap. You sincerely thank both the boys while you look at the hats, noticing Carlos’ chili underneath his. You smile at it and look back up to them.

“The problem here is, whose hat will you wear on Sunday?” Charles asks as he raises his eyebrows

“Mine of course,” Carlos says teasingly as he looks from Charles to you

“Hmm, depends on who does better in quali; just kidding,” you say giggling as you look between the boys. They both smile at you and giggle back.

Your guide then puts her hand out to lead you in between them for a picture. You settle yourself snugly in between them and decide to put one hand on the middle of their backs. You expectedly feel Charles lightly place his hand on your upper back near your left shoulder. But, you feel Carlos place his hand confidently on your lower back. Your cheeks betray you as they go Ferrari red at the weight of his hand. You try to ignore the feeling it gives you as your brain begins to give you logical explanations for his boldness. He probably just had nowhere else to put it; right? But then you begin to feel him creep down until he’s ear level with you.

“For you, I’ll win” he stands straight up again but you can still feel the ghost of his breath on your ear. You choose not to say anything, instead, you move your thumb up and down a bit on his back. Hoping he acknowledges your gesture as a response, and you know he does when you feel him do the same to you. You're surprised to feel fluttering in your stomach.

…

Lando’s POV

“Is she actually coming?” asks Lando as he rubs his face pacing around the McLaren garage

“She’s probably right around the corner. She got here a little after I did, there were loads of people here for her,” says Oscar as he takes a sip of water and goes to stand next to Lando

Suddenly the sounds of footsteps and voices course throughout the garage. A telltale sign that you were nearby. The McLaren team scrambles to set up their cameras and ready the boys for your meeting.

“Ready guys!” says a manager as they start their video cameras

“Nope, not at all,” Lando says quickly and quietly hoping the cameras don’t pick it up but Oscar does. Oscar giggles and soon enough Lando breaks into a big laugh that he’s known so well for.

“Hi Y/N, welcome, welcome, come on in!” says the team. Lando and Oscar are both caught off guard as they were both still laughing when Y/N walks in; safe to say they were both flustered.

Oscar quickly collects himself and walks forward to greet Y/N but Lando. Lando stood in shock for a few seconds before a manager gave him a quick nudge encouraging him to walk forward.

Y/N POV

Walking into the McLaren garage you can already feel the difference in ambience. Compared to Ferrari’s serious attitude, McLaren felt a lot more laid back; it settled your nerves. As you scan the room you see engineers, managers, and a film crew. Until they move aside and Oscar walks forward to greet you.

“Hello, nice to meet you!” he goes in for a handshake and offers you a smile but quickly pulls back. The younger boy seems reserved, quite a lot like yourself. You smile back at him as you notice Lando slowly walking towards you. You can already feel his shyness and nervousness, definitely not the Lando you expected. But, you too begin to feel nervous as you feel the butterflies in your stomach.

“Lando, nice to meet you!” you say extending your right arm to him, you’re too shy to go in for a hug.

“Very nice to meet you too, wow you know my name!” he says with a sudden hint of confidence in his voice. As cliche as it sounds, you felt sparks when your hands met but you narrowed it down to the fact you had a crush on him and nothing more.

“Of course I do, I mean you’re only my second favorite team,” you say and quickly question whether you should have said that or not.

“Second?!” Oscar and Carlos question at the same time

“Who's your favorite team then?” asks a McLaren team member

“Ferrari,” you say shyly, looking at the ground. Why did you even bring that up you thought, especially in the McLaren garage.

“Of course, me too,” says Lando, he laughs and then everybody else follows. You're thankful for his wittiness and everybody’s reaction. You work up the courage to look up at him and smile when you see him already looking at you and his toothy smile

The McLaren boys and you begin to exchange gifts like you did with Ferrari, there was nothing too special about the interaction until Oscar speaks up. As you handed both of them your album, Oscar grew a mischievous smile on his face.

“Ohh, Lando’s gonna sleep with that at night, that’s all he listens to,” he says as he looks to Lando to try and see his reaction. He grows prideful as the rest of the garage laugh with him and his teasing. You're surprised to see this side of Oscar, something you wished McLaren showed more of.

“So I’ve heard” Now it’s your turn to feel mischievous and tease Lando. You look up to Lando with a sly smile as you finish signing his album.

Lando’s eyes widen as he doesn’t know what to say but his body betrays him. His cheeks and ears redden and he’s trying to look anywhere but at you.

“Seriously mate, my own teammate has betrayed me; can you believe it?” Lando looks at Oscar, smiling but out of embarrassment. You three stand like shy schoolchildren for a couple of seconds until your guide comes up to you.

“I really hate to break up this bonding but, it’s time for the hot lap!” says the guide teasingly as she looks between you guys. She explains that only one of the boys can do it and looks to them for a decision; which you are thankful for.

“I’ll gladly give that to Lando,” Oscar says suggestively as he teasingly pushes Lando towards you. Lando shakes his head at Oscar’s antics but walks towards you with a blushing smile.

“Ok, let's do this!” Lando claps his hands as he walks towards where the garage meets the paddock and you gladly follow him. You guys stand there for a couple of short minutes as you wait for the car to arrive. You're both given safety instructions and the typical rundown of how a hot lap works, but really it’s for you and Lando just happened to be there.

“Are we really your second favorite?” Lando asks breaking the silence, there’s a doubtful feeling in his question

“Mhm, why, you don’t believe me?” you nod at him confirming your stance

“No, I do. It’s just kinda hard to believe I mean, you’re you and we’re us” he says

“You know what’s also hard to believe, you having me as your phone background” You’re speaking before you can speak, and you mentally curse yourself. You have no idea where this confidence is coming from; you hope it doesn’t get you in trouble.

Lando quickly turns his head towards you, to the point you think he might’ve hurt himself. His mouth moves as he tries to think of what to say but all that comes out is a smile.

“What the, h-how did you know that?'' he interrogates you as a blush creeps onto his cheeks.

“That’s for me to know and you, to never find out,” you say giggling at his confusion, he continues to look at you looking for a hint of an answer

“From an old interview, a Q&A with you and Oscar,” you say giving in

“Ohh, so you're spying on me, that’s cheeky you know. I’m starting to think you fancy me?” he says the last part while pointing from you to him. Your newfound confidence is passed from you to him as he places his hands on his hips. He’s turned the tables on you and you feel like a deer caught in headlights.

“No, no, that’s not what that means,” you say quickly, not having the words to defend yourself

“Ugh, as if, it’s not like you had a huge crush on him too!” you hear Jen say from behind you both, you had forgotten she was even there

“Oh so, fuck me then!” you say playfully throwing your hands up and surrendering to their truthful accusations. You hear Lando crack up, the laugh you had known only through a screen. It’s safe to say it still had the same effect on you, you couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction. Jen’s laughing too, not at you but with you; you can tell she’s proud of herself once you look at her. You know that look of hers all too well, she’s trying to play matchmaker.

As you are all still laughing, an engineer approaches with two helmets. He extends them out to each of you, “Lando, will you help her please” says the engineer as you take yours. Lando then puts his helmet down and takes yours from your hands.

“Look down a bit” You follow his instructions as you feel him carefully place the helmut on your head.

“Ok, now look up” You look up at him, you can’t see his mouth but you can tell he’s smiling by the crinkles near his eyes

“Hi,” he says quietly once he meets your eyes, and so that only you could hear. You smile back at him once you feel his fingers graze your face as he buckles the straps. For a short moment, both your eyes continue to look at each other, his fingers still under your chin; unmoving. The interaction feels intimate, maybe too intimate for your first meeting. But, it’s a very pleasant feeling, one that you hope you feel more of and you can’t help but hope he feels the same way. Your interaction is cut short once the car arrives but the feeling in your stomach doesn’t falter.

As you walk towards the passenger side of the car, you feel Lando’s presence behind you. You go to grab the door handle but Lando beats you to it. He opens it while smiling at you and extends his other hand to lead you inside. Your cheeks begin to blush again, your cheeks are for sure going to hurt once you’re done with all of this.

“What a gentleman!” says a surprised engineer as they watch you both. Not that Lando isn’t chivalrous but, they had just never really seen this side of him. He gives them a toothy smile back as he almost skips his way back to the driver's side.

“You ready? Nervous?” he asks after multiple engineers come to check that you both are safe to go

“A little bit, but I trust you. Let's do it!” you reassure him, once he takes a look at you to make sure, he puts the car in drive and you’re off

The drive was going really well, up until Lando brakes a little bit too late at a curve. The car begins to drift and lifts the slightest bit on your side. Your eyes go wide and you go to lift your hand to the grab handle. But, Lando’s arm quickly extends over you pushing you back into the seat, your reflexes go to grab at his forearm and you both stay that way until the car reaches a straight again.

The drive ends relatively fast as it’s only one lap around the track. Once Lando puts the car in park, he turns to look at you and begins to apologize. He looks quite embarrassed and all you could do was reassure him that it was okay because you were both unharmed. Once you are both out of the car, you are led back into the garage. As you are both taking your helmets off, you are asked how it went. Before you could respond, Lando beat you to it.

“I braked too late, it could've gone really bad,” he says smiling but you could tell it was just to cover his guilt. Before he could say anything else, you quickly jump in

“But it didn’t” you reassure him by placing your hand on his arm

“I thought it was really fun, I’d do it again and again” you continue, trying to bring his confidence back up

“I know, it’s just, kind of embarrassing” he rakes his hand through his curls as a way to distract himself

“It’s not, it happens to the best of us” You look at him smiling hoping the message sticks, he manages to give you a small smile back

…

Jen and you are now back at McLaren's hospitality, eating some lunch and just talking about the day with each other and with anybody who cared to join. You hear a knock at the door and it opens to reveal Carlos. McLaren welcomes their past driver with very open arms and it makes you smile, at how loved he is.

“Lando’s not here right now,” they say to him as Lando is currently still out finishing interviews.

“I’m actually not here for him” Carlos responds

“Oh, what are you here for then?” they question back as everybody looks at Carlos confused. Carlos raises his hand and points it to you smiling, you tilt your head in surprise. Jen is rarely caught off guard and even she looks up from her phone.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it then,” the man says as he pats Carlos on the back and walks out giving you two some privacy. Most of the other people also leave the room but Jen, she simply moves to the corner of the room. She shoots you a teaseful look as she settles into the couch and “focuses” on her phone.

“Hola! You speak Spanish right?” he says as he pulls out the seat across from you.

“Si! Es mi primer lenguaje.” (Yes! It’s my first language.) All of a sudden you felt such a comfort within him, you hadn’t been able to speak your mother tongue in what felt like months. Carlos breathes a sigh of relief as his hand comes up to meet his chest.

“No sabes lo feliz que me hace saber eso.” (You don’t know how happy it makes me to know that) 

“Eres mi casita lejos de mi casa” (You are my home away from home) he tilts his head and gives you a sweet smile. Now it’s your turn to grab at your heart, he really is working those puppy dog eyes of his. But then you have a quick realization.

“Espera?” you look to the side and bring your finger up as you think of his contradiction. He cranes his neck at you and drops his smile confused at what you’re about to say. “Y Checo y Fernando?” (And Checo and Fernando?)

“Me espantastes” (You scared me) he laughs nervously and drops his shoulders in relief. “No se comparan, eres diferente” (They don’t compare, you’re different) his face wears a cheeky smile as he waves his hand in front of him

“Diferente? Carlos, we met like, 5 hours ago!” (Different?) You giggle at him and his forward flirting.

“Y que tiene, yo siento que ya te conosco muy bien. But, if you feel like I don’t, you can go out with me later tonight so I can get to know you better.” (And what about it, I feel like I already know you very well)”

This is a confident man, bold, it took you completely by surprise. You didn’t realize you were just sitting there until you saw Jen from behind him mouthing “Say yes!” You forgot she was there listening to the whole conversation and now you were flustered.

“Smooth, real smooth.” you wished you had something better or cooler to say but, the man seemed to take every thought from your head.

“There's a reason why they call me Smooth Operator” he chuckles looking very pleased and proud of himself. “So, what do you say?”

“Oh my god Carlos!” you slap your forehead laughing at his wittiness, the man has jokes. And he knows it too as he laughs with you. “But yeah, sounds like a plan” If this is a small preview he’s giving you, you couldn’t wait to see what later tonight would look like.

“Ok, I have to go now but, give me your number please so I can text you the plan for later,” he says while looking at the clock behind you and taking his phone out of his pocket. He unlocks it and slides it across the table to you. You type in your number and hand it back not wanting the job of naming your own contact; you’ll leave that for him to decide.

Seconds later you feel your own phone vibrate, he’s texted you a 🌶. Of course, you giggle and decide to name his contact exactly that. You look up to him once you hear him stand up and find him already looking at you. You too stand up once you see him smiling and walking towards you. You go in for another side hug like the one from earlier but, you're surprised when he goes in for a normal one.

“See you later” he pulls away and walks towards the door. “Ciao” he waves at both you and Jen as he walks out.

“Wow,” you hear Jen say before you can say anything.

“Wow,” you turn to look at her, letting her know you share the same feelings.

The night couldn't come any slower and you're left with a buzzing in your stomach. The night will definitely be a memorable one and you couldn’t wait.

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[maraguanabana]

hellooooooo

so, last race of the season, last report. I don't know how to feel

SF-23 YOU WILL NOT BE FUCKING MISSED LITTLE PIECE OF ROSSO CORSA SHIT

right now, I'm the least Tifosi person on earth. Ferrari did my boys dirty with this one. Of course we had to finish the season with a Ferrari Strategy Masterclass. WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!?! WAITING FOR A SAFETY CAR? EXCUSE YOU?!?!

Congrats to Max. You're an absolute beast. But please, don't be a beast next season. I beg you Maxi Taxi. That goes to you too, RBR.

In case you didn't get it, I'm angry at my favorite team. Because we fucking lost the P2 in Constructors. As my dad said, cuz we were bitches this season. I think my dad is a really wise man, I don't know about you.

I wanna punch someone and throw them to a wall. Because I've been forced to listen how Mr Pérez did not deserve his penalty, and how it was a xenophobic action from the FIA. Let me tell you something. The FIA might be group of useless people whose decisions half of the time look like they were taken with their feet, but that penalty did was deserved. "He fully turned into me" WHAT THE HELL. you are not Osama Bin Russell, last time I checked.

If I speak I'm in trouble about the man in the Mercedes with blue that snatched my P2 in the Constructors, so I will not. He did no wrongs I'm just fucking angry because I wanted that P2.

Yuki my man, you are a legend. I think I'm getting Jason Statham to go to races more oftenly if that's how you drive when he is seeing you.

I never, ever watch the races with someone else than my family. But yesterday was my friend's birthday so I decided to throw a little sleep over in my house. Said friend is a die-hard Mercedes fan. It is an understatement to say that another one of my friends had to get between us because everytime a graphic popped up in the screen and it said that Mercedes was P2 I wanted him to be the person whose head I smashed against a wall.

happy winter break everyone! this season had ups and downs, but it is safe to say that: IF NEXT YEAR IS NOT OUR YEAR I TELL YOU FERRARI YOU WILL FELL MY WRATH. AND MY GRANDMA'S.

PD. the only thing that kept me sane during this last gp was, I cannot believe what I am going to say, Lestappen and the goddamned Sticker War

[vsyrworld]

before Charles is swallowed by the crowd, Carlos abruptly yanks his arm, one hand staying grounded at Charles' biceps. "do you feel it?" brown searching back and forth at Charles's flushed red face, "Last lap, wheel to wheel with me, do you--" voice betrayed him, "Charles" please

"I do," Charles said with cheek glistening with fresh tears and Carlos finally can breathe again. "I do, Carlos. It is. I feel it"

it's hard to have a conversation when their body is being pushed from left and right, front and behind, with many hands touching and squeezing them. but Carlos protects what is his. Carlos keeps one arm circling possessively on Charles' waist

"and do you still trust me?" eyes keeps searching the face

and charles' watercolor iris keeps raining " always" charles screams inside the crowd. "i always do, carlos!"

and another hand, anchoring to him. carlos is so relieved, fingers interlocking, here rest on my chest and listen to my heart beat for you. eyes never leaving him. "congratulation." he yearn to kiss him. now. inside the crowd pointed by camera, broadcasting at all the world. maybe not now. maybe yes, here. or somewhere private

someone shoulder hit carlos' back harshly, well, fuck it.

"i love you" carlos is murmuring secretly on charles' forehead, kissing it so sweet, so proudly, so showing to camera that flashing around them.

charles beaming like a sunshine. "dont" a heavy arms reaching his neck, forehead still attach with spaniard lips, he heard charles giggled, "don't ever stop loving me, carlos"

he let go the kiss, charles let him melt against his embrace.

"i won't and never again. i promise"

they spokes with eyes shining then reaching for hugs. their voice is so small against the roaring tifosi and red crews, engulf them in celebration. charles leclerc, the predistinato dream comes true to be a world champion of ferrari as carlos sainz clinches his win for ferrari construction championship.