#lewis hamilton x reader x charles leclerc

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jealous boy | charles leclerc

synopsis: in which Charles gets jealous of his new teammate

a/n: based on this request!

pairing: jealous!charles leclerc x girlfriend!reader

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The day had finally come.

Lewis Hamilton’s first official day as a Ferrari driver.

The news had rocked the motorsport world, and as someone who had grown up idolizing Lewis, you couldn’t help but be excited. Even though you were now dating Charles, Ferrari’s golden boy, the childhood fan in you was practically vibrating with anticipation.

You had always been a Lewis fan.

Posters of him covered your bedroom walls when you were younger, and you’d spent countless hours watching his races, celebrating his victories, and defending him in heated debates with your friends. He had been the reason you fell in love with Formula 1 in the first place.

So, seeing him finally don the iconic red suit felt surreal.

Charles, however, did not share your enthusiasm.

Well, at least not entirely.

You didn’t notice it at first.

You were too busy scrolling through social media, liking every post Ferrari had made about Lewis’ arrival, rewatching the welcome video they had put together, and even pulling up old clips of his greatest wins to reminisce.

It wasn’t until you let out an excited squeal that Charles, who had been sitting beside you on the couch, finally snapped.

“Okay, that’s enough”

You blinked, looking up from your phone to see him frowning at you.

“What?” you asked, your voice laced with confusion at his outburst.

“This,” he gestured toward your phone, “is enough”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, frowning slightly.

Charles huffed, crossing his arms over his chest like a toddler.

“You’ve been talking about Lewis all day. Watching videos, liking posts, and acting like he’s the best thing to ever happen to Ferrari”

You tilted your head, confused by his sudden shift in mood.

“Charles, you know I’ve been a Lewis fan forever. This is huge for me. For the sport. For Ferrari. What are you on about?"

“For you, huh. I don’t see you getting this excited over me” he emphasized, pouting slightly.

You laughed, reaching out to poke his cheek as you finally understood what he was so mad about.

“Charles, I literally go to every race to support you. I wear your merch. I wake up at ungodly hours to watch practice sessions. You're my boyfriend. Of course, I support you” you said.

“Doesn’t feel like it right now” he mumbled.

Your heart softened at the sight of his pout. Charles wasn’t usually the jealous type - not when it came to other drivers, at least.

But seeing you gush over someone who was now technically his teammate? That was different.

“Are you seriously jealous?” you teased, grinning.

“No” Charles said, scoffing at you.

“You totally are” you raised an eyebrow, enjoying teasing him.

“I am not jealous” he crossed his arms tighter, looking away. “I just don’t like hearing my girlfriend go on and on about another driver.”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing.

“Charles, Lewis was my childhood hero. I can be excited about this and still love you, you know”

He sighed, finally meeting your gaze.

“I know. It’s just… he’s Lewis Hamilton. Seven-time world champion. One of the greatest of all time. And now he’s in my team, in my garage, and my girlfriend is acting like she’s about to faint every time she sees a new picture of him in Ferrari red.”

You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Charles, I promise you, no amount of childhood admiration can compare to how much I love you.”

He hesitated before finally melting into your embrace, resting his forehead against yours.

“You’re sure?” he asked.

“Positive” you said, kissing the tip of his nose.

He sighed dramatically.

“Fine. But if I catch you wearing a Hamilton-Ferrari shirt before you wear mine, we’re breaking up” he said, his tone dead serious.

You gasped, pretending to be offended.

“Charles Leclerc, are you really making me choose?”

“Yes, and you better choose wisely" he smirked.

You laughed, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“You are ridiculous, you know that?" you asked, shaking your head at him, but smiling.

“And you are mine,” he murmured against your lips, tightening his arms around you. “No matter how much you love Lewis.”

“No one compares to you, Charles” you said, grinning.

“Good.” He smirked. “Now, let’s go get you a proper Ferrari shirt - with my number on it.”

And just like that, his jealousy was gone, replaced with the warm satisfaction of knowing that, no matter how much you had admired Lewis Hamilton growing up, your heart belonged to him.

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hello! can you write for Charles taking his baby girl for her first haircut to his mom’s salon? And like the whole family doing lunch afterwards and just spoiling the baby

A Special First Haircut

The soft morning sunlight streamed through the windows of Charles' apartment, casting a warm glow over the living room where little Yn sat on the floor, playing with her stuffed animals. She was humming to herself, completely immersed in a made-up conversation between her plush rabbit and a tiny toy horse. Charles watched her from the couch, a fond smile on his lips.

His daughter, his sweet sunshine.

Yn was the kind of child who made every day brighter just by existing. She was all golden curls and sparkling green eyes, her laughter the most beautiful sound in the world. She had inherited her grandmother’s and uncle Arthur’s blond hair, though Charles liked to say it had a little of his messy touch to it. It was long now, cascading down her back in soft waves, and today was the day she would get her first-ever haircut.

Charles had made up his mind instantly—there was no one else he would trust for such an important moment except his maman.

"Mon amour," Charles called, standing up and walking over to Yn, crouching down beside her. "Are you ready to go see Grand-mère?"

Yn gasped excitedly, immediately dropping her toys and looking up at him with wide, excited eyes. "Yes! Grand-mère! She’s gonna cut my hair, right, Papa?"

"Oui," he confirmed, running his fingers gently through her soft curls. "But just a little. Your hair is too pretty to cut too much."

Yn giggled, clearly pleased, and jumped up. She immediately ran toward her little coat, struggling to put it on in her excitement. Charles helped her, chuckling at her enthusiasm, before grabbing the car keys.

"Let’s go, ma princesse."

When they arrived at Pascale’s salon, Charles could already see his mother through the glass storefront, tending to a client. As soon as she noticed them, her entire face lit up with joy. She quickly wrapped up the appointment, saying a few kind words to the woman in the chair before ushering her out with a warm smile.

Then, she did something Charles fully expected—she flipped the sign on the door to "Closed" and locked it.

"Charles! Mon ange!" Pascale greeted, pulling her son into a tight hug before bending down to Yn's level. "And my beautiful, beautiful granddaughter!"

Yn let out an excited squeal and threw herself into her grandmother’s arms. Pascale laughed, lifting her up easily despite her small frame. She pressed several kisses to Yn’s cheek, making the little girl giggle and squirm in her grasp.

"Grand-mère!" Yn squeaked between laughs. "You’re tickling me!"

Pascale pulled back with a mock gasp. "Oh no! I would never!" She then ran a gentle hand through Yn’s hair, eyes softening. "My little sunshine, are you ready for your special haircut?"

Yn nodded quickly. "Yes! Papa said not too much!"

"Of course," Pascale agreed, setting her down gently before looking at Charles. "Would you like me to trim it just a little, keep it neat?"

Charles nodded. "Just enough to keep it healthy, maman. I can’t let her lose her princess curls just yet."

Pascale laughed, then gestured toward the styling chair. "Come, mon trésor. Let’s get you all set up."

Yn eagerly climbed into the chair, legs dangling adorably. Pascale carefully fastened a tiny cape around her, making sure she was comfortable before gently combing through her golden locks.

As she worked, Charles pulled out his phone and quickly sent a message to his brothers.

Charles: Yn is getting her first haircut. Maman closed the salon just for her. You two want to come?

Lorenzo replied almost instantly.

Lorenzo: Of course! Charlotte and I are coming.

A second later, Arthur’s response appeared.

Arthur: I’m on my way!

Charles smiled, already picturing how much his family was going to fuss over Yn. He slipped his phone back into his pocket and looked up just in time to see Pascale snipping the very first strand of Yn’s hair. The little girl watched in the mirror with wide, fascinated eyes.

"That’s my hair!" Yn exclaimed, staring at the small golden lock Pascale had cut.

"It is," Pascale said with a smile.

As Pascale continued working, the door opened, and Lorenzo walked in, his arm wrapped around Charlotte’s waist. Arthur followed closely behind, looking just as excited.

"Lorenzo! Arthur! Charlotte!" Yn squealed, waving at them from the chair.

"Mon petit trésor!" Lorenzo grinned, immediately walking over to give her a kiss on the cheek. "Look at you! Such a big girl, getting her first haircut!"

Charlotte smiled warmly. "You look adorable, Yn."

Arthur leaned down, resting his arms on the back of the chair. "Are you sure you want to cut your princess hair?" he teased.

Yn giggled. "Grand-mère says I still get to keep my princess hair!"

"Of course she does," Pascale said, sending Arthur a pointed look before ruffling his hair. "Don’t make her second-guess it."

Arthur raised his hands in surrender, grinning. "Alright, alright."

The adults stepped back, letting Pascale finish trimming Yn’s hair. But then—

The salon suddenly filled with the sound of Yn’s uncontrollable giggles.

Everyone turned their heads in surprise, only to see Pascale holding the blow dryer, directing warm air toward Yn’s head. Her hair was flying in all directions, making her laugh so hard she had to grab onto the armrests to keep from wriggling too much.

"PAPA, LOOK!" Yn giggled. "MY HAIR IS FLYING!"

Charles grinned, pulling out his phone to snap a quick picture. "You look like a little fairy, ma princesse."

"Or a lion!" Arthur added.

"Lion princess!" Yn declared, still giggling.

Lorenzo chuckled, shaking his head. "She’s too cute."

When Pascale finally finished, she turned off the blow dryer and carefully ran her fingers through Yn’s hair one last time.

"There," she said proudly. "My beautiful sunshine, all done."

Yn turned her head from side to side, admiring herself in the mirror. "It’s so pretty!"

Charles leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "You’re always pretty, mon amour."

Everyone else immediately chimed in with compliments.

"You look like a real princess!" Charlotte said.

"The cutest princess ever," Arthur added.

"Perfection," Lorenzo agreed.

Yn, slightly overwhelmed by all the attention, giggled shyly and reached for her father. Charles laughed and scooped her up, letting her hide her face in his neck.

"My little shy baby," he murmured, rubbing her back gently.

Pascale smiled fondly at the scene before clapping her hands together. "Alright, now that we’re done, who’s ready for lunch?"

"Me!" Yn perked up instantly. "I’m so hungry!"

Arthur ruffled her hair. "Then let’s go! I think our little princess deserves a big treat today."

At lunch, Yn was completely spoiled by her uncles. Arthur insisted she get a chocolate milkshake, while Lorenzo made sure she had extra fries. Charlotte helped her color on the kids’ menu, and Pascale couldn’t stop pressing kisses to her forehead.

Charles just sat back, watching it all with a full heart.

His little sunshine, surrounded by love.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

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me the entire race weekend

[redwinelew]

Hello! i’ve had this thought about lewis hamilton’s daughter having a massive crush on Charles and being super embarrassing about it and the internet thinks lewis is gonna try and off CL but instead he ends up setting them up!

Would be like crack fluff

I absolutely adore all of your work and hope you are doing well. Thank You! <3

BUT DADDY, I LOVE HIM!

type social media au

pairing charles leclerc x hamilton!reader

summary as requested!

face claim bailey bass

warnings fluff. reader is of age. no mention of her mom. reader acted once in the barbie movie playing ariana greenblatt's character

author's note this is so fucking cute anon i love this so much 😭😭 thank you for sending it in!!

english is not my first language. all pictures taken from instagram, pinterest and twitter. credit to owners.

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ynln a random appreciation post because it just hits me how lucky i am to be able to live this life! 💜💜

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user1 SHE WAS IN THE BARBIE MOVIE????

user2 user1 lol i had the exact opposite reaction. like holy shit the girl who plays america ferrera's daughter is related to lewis hamilton? 😆😆

user3 we love a self aware nepo baby

user4 you are the coolest girl on this planet

ynhamilton user4 🥹🥹

user5 the dior bag convo.... god i wish i was her

user6 is your dad single?

ynhamilton user6 not this again 😭😭

user7 i wish lewis hamilton was my daddy but not in ways you'd think

ynhamilton user7 haven't heard of this one yet. 3 stars for effort 👌🏼

user8 pls tell your dad i turned 18 next month

ynhamilton user8 GIRL 😭😭

user9 2 pics of charles and only one of her own dad 😭😭

user10 user9 someone's got a crush 👀

user11 user9 surprised there are only two tbh considering how much she hung out at ferrari's garage last year

ynhamilton user11 gotta familiarize myself with daddy's new workplace!

user12 ynhamilton girl be SO ffr rn we all know you're there to see charles 😭😭

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f1gossipofficial charles leclerc and lewis hamilton spotted having lunch together in monaco today! not pictured but was also present is hamilton's daughter, y/n.

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user1 pre-season lunch?

user2 i bet it's got nothing to do with f1 since y/n is also there

user3 user2 yeah considering her tweet.... i don't think so 😭😭

user4 oh my god lewis is giving charles THE talk

user5 user4 "so what's your intention with my daughter?" lol

user6 user5 guys we don't even know if charles likes her too

user5 user6 lewis would purposely crash himself into charles if he breaks his little girl's heart

user7 user5 we love a girl dad

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user1 FUCK YEAH

user2 SILVERSTONE ROYALTY AND PRINCE OF MONZA ARE DATING

user3 this just gave me the courage to confess to my crush (it'll never happen cause i'm a coward)

ynhamilton user4 do it!! you'll never know!!!!

user5 god i wish my dad was lewis hamilton too so he can set me up with his teammate

user6 charles just got an extra motivation to win wcc this year

lewishamilton Anything for my babygirl

ynhamilton lewishamilton I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

lewishamilton ynhamilton I love you more bub

user7 lewishamilton i'm not crying there's hair in my eyes

charles_leclerc Amour ❤️

ynhamilton charles_leclerc ❤️

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Silver Springs (2/2) - Max Verstappen x Reader

[max verstappen masterlist / f1 masterlist] [oscar piastri masterlist] the long awaited part 2

ʚɞ in which... oscar goes to his ex girlfriends concert after cheating on her. ʚɞ fluff , angst ⋆⭒˚.⋆ SMAU ʚɞ warnings: exboyfriend!oscar ʚɞ part one here

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User1 : MOTHER

User2 : SHE SANG SILVERSPRINGS MY HEART IS COMPLETELY SHATTERED

User3 : uh the likes? -> User 4 : Ross lynch? ---> User 3 : no max verstappen 😭

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Liked by yn , verstappencom and others... @/maxverstappen1 : summer break spent well !

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User 5 : he's a y/n stan?!?!!

User 6 : Oscar found foaming at the mouth angrily

User 7 : who is this man and why is everyone so shocked he is at y/n's concert -> User 8 : He is an F1 driver and works with her ex Oscar ---> User 7 : oh.

User 9 : WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE LAST SLIDE?!?!?!?!

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User 10 : is this a soft launch for max... -> User 11 : i dont think he'd date his literal co-workers ex

User 12 : 'someone took my bitch'

zendaya : girl... 👀 -> yn : GIRL.

maxverstappen1 : who is it? -> User 14 : wait what is it not him? -> User 15 : Is this reverse physics? --> User 16 : you mean physiology? ---> User 17 : omg your both dumb 😭😭😭

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Liked by oscarpiastri , user9 and others... @/f1wags : New (old) wag alert ? We're just as confused...

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User18 : chronically online mfs when boy-girl friendships... -> User19 : literally

User20 : oscar in the likes... -> User21 : jealousy is strange.

User22 : i know my goat (get y/n in the car!!!) -> liked by yn -

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Liked by maxverstappen1 , carlossainz55 and others... @/yn : something something... 'my voice will haunt you' or however the song goes. anyway race day tomorrow!

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User23 : is this a hard launch? Helloooo?

User24 : the back of her head is so sexy -> User25 : day 28 of not going outside?

maxverstappen1 : nice hat -> yn : thanks some weirdo gave it me

User26 : guys theyre flirting on the main

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Liked by lando , yn and others @/maxverstappen1 : thank you china! 🇨🇳

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User27 : back on top!!

lando : 👏👏👏

yn : congrats! -> liked by maxverstappen1

User28 : 4th WDC incoming....

User29 : We're all gonna ignore the elephant in the room???

User30 : No ones gonna talk about that kiss??!?!???!

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the prettiest thing i read today <3

THEIR FAVOURITE PERFUME OF YOURS | F1 GRID

featuring lando norris, charles leclerc, oscar piastri, carlos sainz, lewis hamilton, logan sargeant

SUMMARY f1 drivers and their favourite perfume of yours

warnings lowercase intentional, pure fluff!

note my time spent in the fragrance section at sephora has paid off

MASTERLIST | THE GRID MASTERLIST

LANDO NORRIS

burberry's “her eau de parfum” is what drove lando to approach you in the first place. when they say your scent leaves a lasting impression, they mean it. you were on vacation in monaco when you unknowingly walked past the mclaren driver, who was instantly captivated. now, every time you wear the perfume, lando is reminded of the day you both met.

CHARLES LECLERC

charles' favourite is definitely "gorgeous gardenia" from the gucci flora collection, which also happens to be your favourite. he loves it so much that one year for your birthday, he went all out and gifted you a stock that would last a lifetime. that man would do absolutely anything to see you happy and if “happy” meant nearly 100 bottles of the perfume sitting on your vanity, he would make it happen.

OSCAR PIASTRI

you already have oscar following you around constantly, whether at the paddock, running errands, or just at home. but when you put on "under the lemon tree" by replica, he becomes as clingy as ever, refusing to leave your side unless he absolutely has to.

CARLOS SAINZ

carlos is not afraid to admit that kayali's "burning cherry" is his weakness; he is on his knees when you put it on. there have been many instances when he let you have your way simply because you were wearing it.

LEWIS HAMILTON

there’s just something in “paradoxe” by prada that has lewis in love. when he first smelled it on a testing paper, he suggested you try it, and from then on, he'd ask you to wear it. of course, you weren't complaining; it was one of your favourite scents. but it was definitely more his favourite than yours.

LOGAN SARGEANT

logan loves the classic "miss dior" perfume on you. it used to be a perfume you would wear on special occasions, but after you met logan, he made every day feel like a special occasion. this led you to wear the perfume daily while he became comfortable with the soft floral scent.

MASTERLIST | THE GRID MASTERLIST

[sunflowerlando]

F1 Driver Texts

He had a bad race [requested]

Lewis Hamilton • George Russell • Oscar Piastri • Lando Norris • Charles Leclerc • Carlos Sainz • Max Verstappen • Daniel Ricciardo

REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR F1 DRIVER TEXTS. Send me an ask 😊

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[hamilando]

ੈ✩ daddy playlist II (smau) ੈ✩

pairing : f1 gird x leclerc! reader ( platonic )

summary: the leclerc sister causing havoc in the f1 driver’s life again

tw : fluff; chaos, SUGGESTIVE

fc : emma chamberlain

a/n : I hope you like it and thank you so much for supporting me ! lysm 🫶🏻 the reader is gay, so don’t like it, don’t read it 🫶🏻 also, there are a lot of suggestive jokes, so please don’t read if you are uncomfortable

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babyn ok, Kimi is a baddie fr

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lordperceval STOP SPOILING KIMI

lordperceval GEORGE PLEASE TAKE KIMI AWAY

babyn KIMI IS THE POURING VODKA

georgey charles, kimi is more of a drunkard than lando

pastanelli what's this

pastanelli baddie yes

pastanelli I AM 18, ITS 9PM ON A FUCKING FRIDAY

babyn GET THE FUCK UP WE ARE GOING TO HIGH

pastanelli I am bringing my gf next time

babyn I AM BRINGING MINE TOO

chillijr you don't even have one

babyn I will make one !!!!

lollie CLUBBING WITHOUT ME

babyn sorry, you were sleeping

norriz why are the rookies such alcoholics

pierreneedsgas don't start norris, you're worse

kikagnome Y/N , stop drinking vodka with kids

babyn noooooo

hamsandwich toto is not going to be happy

babyn WHY DO YOU CARE ABOUT MERCEDES

lordperceval EXACLTY, LET AMG CRASH

pastry my god, WHY IS KIMI DRIVING WITHOUT A LICENCE

kingarthur yup, yn drinking and driving

lordperceval JAIL

max1 let the girl live, i swear FIA and FBI won't let anyone live

babyn LOVE YOU MAX

lordperceval MAX STAY AWAY FROM MY SISTER AND GIVING HER SUCH WEIRD ADVICE

max1 SHE IS GAY !

babyn lesbian *

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babyn KIKAAA , I WAS DRUNK WITH BIANCA AND SHE IS ON MY BATHROOM FLOOR !? ALSO WHY WAS ON THE FLOOR ! KIKAAA ANSWER ME !? I DONT REMEMBER THESE PCITURES! WAIT OH MY GOD ! KIKA

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kikagnomes the reason I am not responding is cuz this is a post, NOT OUR TEXTS

kikagnomes Charles and arthur are going to kill you

lordperceval WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU

lordperceval DRUNK AGAIN !?

lordperceval PICK UP YOUR PHONE RIGHT NOW

norriz she must be fucking Bianca

kingarthur LANDO!!

lordperceval THATS OUT SISTER !!

lordperceval WHY IS BIANCA THERE

alexmieux calm down charles, banging the phone won't make a difference

babyn KIKAKAKAAKAKJA SHE MUAH MUAH ME

lordperceval Y/N, PICK YOU PHONE

kikagnome guys, we collectively agree not to respond to this post yeah ?

pastry 👍🏻

max1 👍🏻

georgey 👍🏻

pierreneedsgas 👍🏻

albono 👍🏻

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babyn alright guys, I was drunk. Lando is hating me for picking my hangover ass. PLEASE NO BIANCA TALKS

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lordperceval not funny

lordperceval LANDO YOU WERE WITH THEM YET THEY GOT SO DRUNK

chillijr they were with lando THATS WHY they got that drunk

norriz calm down

norriz THEY GOT 1836 POUNDS WORTH OF VODKA

babyn i ma broke, ask my brothers

kingarthur I AINT PAYING MADAME

lordperceval my blood pressure

kikagnome lando being such a pookie

norriz set me up with Carla

pierreneedsgas NO !?

pierreneedsgas LANDO IS NOT BECOMING MY BROTHER IN LAW

babyn damn lando, my best friend's sister ?

pastanelli YOU ANSWER ME YN

pastanelli Bianca left her clothes at your place and she is asking me for your number

lordperceval WHAT

kingarthur dead yn. DEAD

babyn thank you so much KIMI

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babyn pg -13 date only

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kikagnome YN?!?!

lordperceval ALEX, IS MY LIFE INSURANCE UPTO DATE !?

lordperceval YN LECLERC , WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU ?

babyn I just went on a date with Bianca

lordperceval DATE AND FUCKED !?

babyn HOW DO YOU -

babyn oh

babyn OH

babyn FUCK

kingarthur WHY ARE YOU TAKING PICTURES OF YOUR HICKEY !?

norriz bro got rizz

babyn thank you

lordperceval WHAT THE HELL YN !?

pastanelli Bianca still wants her clothesz

babyn she told me I look good in them 🤩

kingarthur YN ON THE CALL NOW

max1 damn kid, didn't think you had it in you

babyn I know 😔

lordperceval YN, ONE MORE TIME YOU IGNORE -

kikagnome You need concealer love ?

babyn Yes bby 🤩

lordperceval YN LECLERC! going to maman right now

babyn yes, photo deleted, life deleted, in call what's next ?

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𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌 ! ᶜˡ¹⁶

in the name of someone i no longer know ⋆˚࿔

𝓬harles leclerc x 𝓶ale reader synopsis: reader and charles haven’t spoken since greece and reader goes off the hook, resulting in lewis hamilton having to pick him up a police station. charles gets worried and y/n gets mad. (somebody else pt. 2)

genre: angst, smau, slightly suggestive warnings: reader gets drunk + detained

author's note: kind of forgot that i made reader a driver in the first part so i kind if wrote him as someone who’s on the ferrari team. lewis and y/n are bsfs iktr!!

masterlist. navigation. part one.

HE SAT THERE, silent, as the dial tone rang in his ear like an annoying fly that couldn't get the hint. The cord to the phone was wrapped around his left pointer finger like a teenage girl talking to her crush in the 90s with her rotary phone, but he was far from happy. He wasn't as drunk as he usually is these days, but his head pounded as he stared at the white brick wall opposite him, the metal of handcuffs making his skin cold and his under eye and chin stung.

"Kid?" The officer asked, his brows furrowed as he moved to catch y/n's eyes. "You alright?"

Y/n brought the phone away from his ear and looked down at it as if it had personally offended him, not the person he called. Probably caught up with his girlfriend, he scoffed in his head. He cursed Charles and grunted in response.

"He didn't pick up," y/n blinked. His brows were furrowed, and his thumb ran alongside the dated phone. When the police took him in, they confiscated his phone, wallet, and everything else he had in his pockets, including a small picture of him and Charles from when they were younger. "That fucker," y/n laughed as he shook his head. "Of course he didn't, why would he?" He asked himself.

The officers who detained y/n looked at each other with furrowed brows. “Sorry about that, man,” one of the officers mumbled as he shook his head. It wasn’t the first time someone’s emergency call didn’t pick up, but y/n seemed genuinely frantic as he punched in the familiar numbers into the phone.

Y/n sighed, “It’s alright.”

Eventually, after getting no text response and seeing that his phone location was at the police station, Lewis came and pulled him out of the cell. He tried not to be shocked and worried at the bruises that decorated the small sections of y/n’s face. Y/n wasn’t in a drunken haze anymore, but he leaned against Lewis as the older man signed different papers and took back all of y/n’s belongings.

Lewis’s thumb ran over the small photo of y/n and Charles. He shook his head and sighed. Since joining Ferrari, he’s become close with both Charles and y/n and has unceremoniously become the mediator between the two after their wreck of a Greece trip.

“C’mon,” Lewis heaved y/n’s arm over his shoulder and helped him out of the police station—after thanking the officers—and he brought y/n to his car and helped him into the passenger seat. “You need help?” Lewis gestured toward the seatbelt, but his question was left unanswered as y/n reached over his shoulder and grabbed the seatbelt on his own.

Lewis nodded and made his way over to the driver's side. They sat there in silence for a minute, both unable to find the words to start a conversation. Y/n’s hands were wrung together, and his fingers tugged at different parts of his opposite hand to ground himself while Lewis watched from the driver's seat.

“What happened?” Lewis was the one to break the ice. His question was gentle, and his eyes remained on y/n’s hands, which seemed to falter at the question, but his hand vaguely gestured towards y/n’s face.

Y/n swallowed hard. “I was at a bar,” y/n mumbled out, “and it was a popular sports bar, and they were showing clips of Charles. Some dude made a comment about him, so I punched him, and he fought back.” He shrugged like it was no big deal. “I was drunk; I didn’t know what I was doing. I don’t want to keep throwing punches for someone I don’t know anymore,” his voice quiet as he looked down at his hands, which rested in his lap.

Lewis nodded, and his eyes held empathy. “I get it,” he starts, “it sucks. Losing someone like that, but you can’t let it get you down. You’ve been spiraling since Greece; you need to show him that you don’t care anymore. You’re better than this, y/n.”

Y/n turned to look at Lewis. There were tears in his eyes, but they had yet to fall and stain his cheeks. His eyes were red and stung. “What if I don’t feel better than this? What if I feel like this is what I’m supposed to do: mourn the relationship I could’ve had?” He was one blink away from sending his brewing tears cascading down his red cheeks.

The older man scoffs a laugh and he looked away and at the parking lot. He shook his head as he smiled. Lewis turned back to y/n, “You are better than this; I know it. You are Y/n L/n, the best best friend someone could ask for, alright?”

A small smile graced y/n’s face—at least it was something.

“Okay,” Lewis turned suddenly and turned the car on, “we are going to get you some sweet treats from the station and we are going to watch a movie tonight. You start thinking while I drive, okay?”

Y/n sniffed and wiped his brewing tears away with the sleeve of his shirt. He laughed smally, “Okay.”

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youruser woke up hungover asf just for lewis to tell me that i got detained last night??

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lewishamilton nurse he’s awake ⤷ youruser can’t afford getting detained twice in less than 24 hours 💔

userone why am i not surprised?

usertwo at least you look hot ?? ⤷ youruser pls i always look hot

userthree omg is that friends 🙏🙏 ⤷ youruser lewis told me to put on a movie so i put on friends

userfour nah i ship these two ⤷ userfive FREAK!!!!! of nature!!!! that’s like a 20 year age gap my brother in christ

lando how did you even manage that?? ⤷ youruser apparently by punching a guy in a bar ??? ⤷ lando did he deserve it? ⤷ youruser eh not really but it was fun ⤷ lando then that’s all that matters 🤍

usersix i miss charyn 💔💔 ⤷ userseven yeah well i don’t FUCK that mofo he didn’t care for y/n’s feelings and just dropped him out of nowhere

"WHAT WERE YOU even thinking?!" Y/n wasn't sure what he did to be yelled at by Charles in Charles's living room in his Monaco home. There was a quiet and occasional rumble of cars that passed by the apartment window while y/n sat on the piano bench, dejected. His fingers pulled at the skin of his hands, a nervous tick that he had just recently recognized.

Shortly after y/n posted on Instagram, Charles texted him. It was the first time they'd talked since Greece, and while y/n didn't want to show up at Charles's apartment, he knew he was starting to reach his breaking point, and it was quite obvious.

So, here he was, sitting in front of Charles like a scolded child while Charles pulled at his hair in frustration and Leo, Charles's dog, ran around Charles's feet with a toy larger than him in his mouth.

"Do you know what will happen to you because you got arrested?" Charles asked, his legs moving quick back and forth in a line. If he paced any more, he would burn a hole in the floor; y/n was sure of it. "They'll reprimand you, merde; they might even fire you, y/n!"

Y/n just shrugged. "Why do you care?" He asked, and he watched from the corner of his eyes as Charles stopped pacing and turned to face him. Y/n's eyes remained on his hands despite the air around the two of them stilling; no cars drove past, and Leo stilled by Charles's planted feet.

"Why do I care?" Charles scoffed a laugh as he repeated y/n's question. He pointed at himself and shook his head. "Y/n, why do I care? Y/n I've been your best friend for years! I quite literally helped you get your job at Ferrari. What do you mean: why do I care?"

It was y/n's turn to laugh. His hands fell out of his view as he moved his head to look up at Charles, who only stood a couple of steps away from the piano bench where y/n sat. Y/n's chin stung as he smirked, "Yeah, why do you care?" He leaned forward, "You stopped talking to me and interacting with me after Greece. When Lewis became involved with Ferrari, he had to be our little messenger pigeon because you can't seem to look past the fact that I had a small crush on you.”

Charles stood there speechless, his jaw dropped like y/n had said something wrong. But, y/n wasn’t done.

“I have been going through hell the past couple of months because of it,” y/n grumbles. He stands from the piano bench and steps forward toward Charles. One more step, and they would be too close for comfort. “You didn’t seem to care then when I was struggling to do my job right because I just lost my best friend, but no, you were doing perfectly fine. You didn’t need me.”

Unbeknownst to y/n, Charles glances down at y/n's lips quickly. Just a glance, nothing more.

Y/n took another step, a finger pointing in Charles’s face as he got closer until their chests were almost touching. “You might not be the same, but I would still die for you, Charles. Even after you acted like I didn’t exist after Greece, I would die for you, Charles. I would die a fucking drunkard, because apparently that’s what I am now,” y/n shrugs and scoffs a laugh. “I’m done with you, Charles. Done, alright?” Y/n takes a step back as he shakes his head.

Without a word from Charles, y/n walks toward the door with Leo following after him. Y/n slams the door shut before Leo even has the chance to run out with y/n. Charles stands still in his apartment as a loud car drives past; the sound of the car slamming its breaks to weave through the tight and winding roads of Monaco overwhelms his ears. It was how he felt in the moment; he believed everything was going to go smoothly with bringing y/n over, but his breaks were slammed down to the floor. Yet, he still ran into the barrier.

Charles purses his lips as Leo comes running back over to him, his toy falling out of his mouth. Charles sighed and bent down, bringing the small dog into his arms. He held the dog close, even as Leo tried to squirm out of his arms. “Mon amour”, Charles presses a kiss to Leo’s head with closed eyes. Leo slips out of his grasp and runs, and falls, over to his toy. Charles scoffed a laugh and raised his brows. Y/n and Leo running away from him; maybe it was a sign.

weeks later…

♫ walking on a dream, empire of the sun

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youruser proper name, place name, backstory stuff 🌊☀️

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usereight me when i look at lewis hamilton ⤷ youruser me when lewis hamilton tries to explain something to me liked by lewishamilton

usernine sorry did i miss something??? why is lewyn becoming the new charyn ⤷ userten im lowkey kind of here for it!! charles pissed me off when he dropped y/n

lewishamilton this was the caption you were worrying over for 10 minutes? ⤷ youruser what king of instagram do you not like it ⤷ lewishamilton no, i like it. i just don't get it. ⤷ youruser you don't need to get it babygirl 🤍 ⤷ lewishamilton again with the babygirl...

userten charles where are you come get your mans

danielricciardo where was my invitation boys? ⤷ youruser sorry, only dilfs were allowed ⤷ danielricciardo and you think i'm not a dilf? (you're not one either) ⤷ youruser do you have a child? no. (i claimed roscoe for the weekend so yes i'm a step dilf)

usereleven i kind of ship lewyn ⤷ usertwelve alright someone detain me like y/n. GTFO OF HERE BROTHER THIS WAS NOT MADE FOR YOU YOU FREAK!! ⤷ userthirteen speak on it

userfourteen living for this lewis and y/n friendship actually

lando sexy as always brother ⤷ youruser don't call me brother when you call me sexy, it turns me off ⤷ lando annoying as always idiot

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usersixteen CHARLES GET UPPPPP 😭😭😭😭😭

CHARLES’S FINGERS TIGHTENED around his phone. Y/n’s Instagram post with Lewis on full display and at full brightness. He sat in his kitchen, his other hand holding his chin as his nose scrunched at the post and comments. Y/n’s comment about Lewis made his stomach turn. He wasn’t sure why, but it did. He felt like throwing his phone across the room and throwing up at the same time.

“What is this feeling?” Charles grumbled as he dropped his phone onto the table and hid his face, that started to heat up, in his empty hands. He groaned to himself and shook his head. Charles dropped his hands and picked his phone back up. He swiped between the two photos; one of Lewis and one of y/n. It took him a couple of minutes of looking at other photos that Lewis and y/n shared before he realized.

Jealousy.

It was like a wave crashing into Charles as he held his head in his hands once more. He tried to hide from the world as he came up with his idea, one that he didn’t think he’d ever had to deal with. “Merde,” he mumbled into his hands.

His cheeks were on fire as he thought about y/n; it was so sudden. Sure, in the past couple of years he could recognize that y/n was a good looking guy, but becoming jealous because he was close with Lewis and not him? That was a new one.

Without thinking, Charles pulls up his texts with y/n and sends him a text.

Two days later, Charles Leclerc finds himself sitting in front of the Nice airport in his Ferrari. He wore a red Ferrari hoodie and his favorite white pants and he looked down at his phone constantly to see if there was any update from y/n. Soon enough, he gets a text from y/n saying that he got his bag from the baggage claim and was coming out the front door.

Charles steps out of the car and leans against the passenger door as he looks for y/n. A smile found its way on his face when he noticed y/n from a while away. He raises his hand in greeting toward y/n, and to mostly get his attention. Y/n’s eyes lock onto Charles and he sighs.

After a long drive, y/n finds himself back in Charles’s living room and back on that godforsaken piano bench. They didn’t talk much during the drive, the silence being taken over by music on the radio. Charles leans against the top of the piano, a purse in his lips as the silence ate them alive.

“So,” they both start into the uncomfortable silence. Then c they both gestured for the other to go first with polite, but forced, smiles.

“What did you want to talk about?” Y/n asks first, his hands resting on the fallboard (key cover) of the piano. “There are some ideas I could think about.”

Charles hummed as his fingers tapped onto the top of the piano. “Your post with Lewis,” his voice was quiet and calculated as he tapped lightly on the piano.

“What about it?” Y/n asked, his brows furrowed.

Charles sighs, his confidence withering away as he felt as nervous as a high schooler asking out a date to the prom. “You just. You seem close with him,” he shrugs, “that’s all.”

Y/n’s brows furrow. It takes him a minute before he realizes, and he laughs. “Oh, you’re jealous, aren’t you?” He hums, weirdly feeling content at the thought of Charles being jealous of his friendship with Lewis. “Interesting,” he stands from the piano bench and leans the small of his back against the piano next to Charles. “You just had to say so,” y/n shrugs with a smug smile.

Charles looks over at y/n and scoffs. “You’re annoying, you know that?” He straightens his posture and his eyes glance down at y/n lips quickly. This time, though, y/n catches him and smiles.

“No, I don’t.”

After a beat, a piece of lightning striking between the two as they maintain eye contact, they both lunge forward, their lips connecting feverishly. They move, and y/n has Charles trapped against the side of the piano. They pull away from his other after a couple of seconds to catch their breath.

“You’re still not dating that girl, right?” Y/n asks through heavy breaths, his forehead resting on Charles’s.

“You’re really asking me that?” Charles laughs and connects their lips again. “I still hate you, by the way,” he mumbles through kisses.”

“Believe me, I do too.”

a/n: writing fell to mid at the end but fuck it we ball

tags: @milessunflowers @lokisen @kevinlolwife @op-81-lvr-reblogs @kazanskied @481rosier

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read it or you will regret it ‼️

f1 grid x reader

synopsis: Y/n is a savvy, confident, and slightly manipulative young woman thrust into the F1 world thanks to her mother's extremely generous investment in General Motors/Cadillac's new team. She's used to getting what she wants and what she wants now, is to play her favorite game.

warning(s): sexual innuendos, swearing (obviously)

Prologue - Who is Y/n?

Chapter One - Lando

Chapter Two - Charles

Chapter Three - Lance

Chapter Four - Max

Chapter Five - Alex

Epilogue - ???

Bonus Chapters

Christmas Special

[camille-aurelie-deveraux]

Hey. Can I please requests some CLx reader x LH. Maybe reader has a movie Premier and both of them are here to support her.

The Spotlight and Us

The New York skyline shimmered outside the penthouse suite, the city humming with anticipation. It was a big night—the premiere of Yn’s latest film, a project she had poured her heart and soul into for the past year. It wasn’t just another movie. It was the culmination of sleepless nights, endless rehearsals, and the unwavering support of the two men who meant the world to her.

Inside, Lewis stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting Charles' tie with precise fingers. Charles huffed a little, tilting his head up obediently as Lewis tightened the knot just enough.

"You know, I could've done that myself," Charles murmured, but there was no real protest in his voice, just the warmth of being taken care of.

"Yeah, but you wouldn't have done it right," Lewis teased, smirking as he smoothed the fabric of Charles' suit jacket.

Charles rolled his eyes but didn’t move away, instead watching the way Lewis’ hands worked expertly. He knew those hands like the back of his own, whether they were gripping a steering wheel, playing with Yn’s hair absentmindedly, or holding his own hand under the dinner table when no one was looking.

They were still caught in that quiet moment, a silent exchange of adoration passing between them, when the bathroom door opened.

"Okay, boys, how do I look?"

Both men turned immediately at the sound of Yn’s voice, their breath catching as they took her in. She stood in the doorway, her green dress flowing elegantly around her, hugging every curve perfectly. The emerald fabric shimmered in the light, but nothing outshone the sparkle in her eyes.

Charles was the first to react, his lips parting slightly before a slow, almost dazed smile spread across his face.

"You look…" he trailed off, shaking his head as if words had failed him.

Lewis, never one to be outdone, took a step forward, his eyes scanning her from head to toe before settling on her face.

"Absolutely stunning," he finished for Charles, reaching out to take her hand. "God, Yn, you take my breath away every time."

Yn felt her cheeks heat up instantly, her fingers squeezing Lewis' in response. She wasn’t usually the type to get flustered, but something about the way they were looking at her—like she was the most precious thing in the world—made her heart do somersaults.

"You guys are just saying that," she mumbled, ducking her head slightly.

Charles laughed softly, stepping closer until he could cup her cheek gently, forcing her to look up at him.

"Chérie, we could spend hours describing how beautiful you are, and it still wouldn’t be enough." His thumb brushed over her cheekbone, his eyes shining with sincerity.

"He's right," Lewis added, placing his hand on the small of her back, pulling her closer between them. "You’re breathtaking, Yn. But beyond that, you’re incredible. Talented. Smart. And tonight, the world gets to celebrate you."

Yn let out a soft, almost shy laugh, looking between them. "I think I should bring you two everywhere. You’re the best hype men."

"We're just telling the truth," Charles said, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead.

Just then, a knock on the suite door signaled the arrival of her manager, who poked their head in with an apologetic look.

"Yn, we have to go. The car’s waiting, and people are already arriving at the theater."

Lewis and Charles immediately stepped back, ever the supportive partners, letting her breathe. Lewis grabbed Yn’s jacket from the coat rack while Charles held out his arm dramatically.

"Shall we, my lady?" Charles said with a playful grin.

Yn laughed, shaking her head, but she took his arm nonetheless. "You're such a dork."

"But you love it," he shot back.

Lewis draped her jacket over her shoulders with gentle hands, then did the same for Charles. Once they were all ready, they stepped out of the suite together, walking in sync like they always did—as a unit, as a team, as something whole.

The moment they stepped onto the red carpet, flashes exploded around them. Photographers shouted Yn’s name, eager to capture the leading lady of the night. But they also called for Lewis and Charles, their presence sending the media into a frenzy.

Yn tightened her grip on both their hands, grateful to have them there. They weren’t just her boyfriends; they were her anchor in all the madness.

"You got this," Lewis whispered near her ear as they paused for a few photos.

Charles, on her other side, nodded. "You’re the star tonight, Yn. Let’s give them something to talk about."

Yn chuckled at that, but it helped. She posed with confidence, turning to give the cameras her best angles, answering a few questions thrown her way with ease. She was used to this—premieres, interviews, the attention—but it felt different with them by her side.

A reporter stepped forward, microphone outstretched. "Yn, congratulations on the film! How does it feel having two of the biggest names in motorsport here supporting you tonight?"

Yn glanced at Lewis and Charles, who both smirked at the question.

"It feels amazing," she said genuinely. "Their schedules are crazy, so the fact that they could be here means the world to me."

Lewis squeezed her hand before speaking. "We wouldn’t have missed this for anything. She’s put in so much work, and we’re just here to celebrate her."

Charles nodded. "We’re her biggest fans, after all."

The reporters ate it up, their cameras clicking even faster as the three of them exchanged affectionate looks. It wasn’t often that their relationship was put in the spotlight like this, but tonight, they didn’t mind. Tonight was about love—love for the craft, love for the journey, and love for each other.

As they made their way down the carpet, Lewis leaned in close.

"You ready for this?"

Yn exhaled slowly, but she was smiling. "Yeah. I think I am."

And with that, the three of them stepped into the theater together, hand in hand, ready to take on the night.

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Pov: you're reading fanfiction and suddenly y/n starts to call him daddy

[ari-ana-bel-la]

omg can you write one for Lewis where he makes a special helmet with some of the drawings his daughter has made for him, his helmet ends up having stars rainbows etc

A Helmet full of Art

The moment Lewis became a father, he knew nothing would ever matter more to him than his little girl, Yn. At just three years old, she had already captured his entire heart, filling his life with laughter, tiny hugs, and endless chatter about her favorite things. She was a bright little spark—curious, loving, and always eager to create something new.

And lately, that "something new" had been drawings.

Lewis had first noticed it when Yn would sit at the coffee table, her tiny tongue sticking out in concentration as she held a crayon in her chubby hands, dragging colors across the page with uncontainable enthusiasm. At first, her drawings were just a mix of squiggles and chaotic rainbows, but over time, they started to resemble actual things—flowers, cats, and even an attempt at drawing both of them together.

"Look, Daddy!" she'd exclaim every time she finished. "This one’s you and me!"

And every single time, Lewis' heart melted.

He was the kind of father who supported Yn in anything she wanted to do. If she decided tomorrow that she wanted to be an astronaut, he’d find her a tiny space suit. If she wanted to become a ballerina, he’d be at every recital. So when he saw how much she adored drawing, he went all in—buying her the best colored pencils, sketchbooks, and even a little artist’s apron.

But what he hadn’t expected was how much her drawings would come to mean to him. He kept every single one. The rainbow she had drawn with colors that didn’t quite follow the traditional order. The cat that had oddly shaped whiskers but still looked adorable. The one of them together, with his curly hair drawn way too big and Yn’s little stick-figure self holding his hand. The flowers and bees that she had proudly declared were for him because "you like flowers, Daddy!"

So when the time came for his first home race as a Ferrari driver, Lewis wanted his helmet to be special.

And there was only one thing that felt right.

The paddock was buzzing with anticipation. It was Lewis’ first home race wearing Ferrari red, and everyone knew he’d do something big. But no one expected what he revealed when he stepped into the garage on Friday.

"Alright, guys," Lewis said, grinning as he pulled the cover off his new helmet. "Meet my new favorite helmet ever."

The garage fell silent for a moment. Then—

"Oh my god," Charles breathed out, stepping closer. "Are these… Yn’s drawings?"

Lewis beamed. "Yep."

The helmet was a masterpiece. Instead of his usual bright yellow, it was now a canvas filled with his daughter’s art. Her rainbow stretched across the top, her wobbly cat drawing sat proudly on one side, the flowers and bees covered another part, and right at the back, a big, bold drawing of them together. It was messy, colorful, and absolutely perfect.

"You actually put them on your helmet," Carlos said, grinning. "Man, that’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen."

"She loves drawing," Lewis explained, running his fingers over the helmet. "And I love everything she makes. I wanted her to be part of this weekend somehow, and this felt right."

Oscar, who had just arrived, let out a low whistle. "This might be the most wholesome thing I’ve ever seen in F1."

Pierre nudged Max. "Admit it, even you think this is cute."

Max rolled his eyes but smirked. "Yeah, yeah, it's cute. Not as cute as my cats, though."

Lando burst out laughing. "I swear, you and your cats—"

"But seriously," George interrupted, shaking his head in admiration. "This is incredible, mate. I bet Yn’s gonna freak out when she sees it."

"She hasn't seen it yet," Lewis admitted. "I wanted it to be a surprise."

And oh, he couldn’t wait to see her reaction.

Later that afternoon, after all the practice sessions, Lewis finally had time to call home. He was sitting in the Ferrari motorhome, holding his phone in his hands, waiting for the call to connect.

The moment the screen lit up, Yn’s bright little face appeared, her curls bouncing as she gasped.

"Daddy!" she squealed. "Hi hi hi!"

"Hey, baby," Lewis grinned. "I’ve got a surprise for you."

Yn's eyes widened. "A 'prise? For me?"

Lewis laughed, turning his phone camera around to show his helmet. "Look at this, baby. Do you recognize these drawings?"

For a second, there was silence. Then, an excited shriek.

"THAT’S MINE! THAT’S MY DRAWINGS!" Yn shouted, practically bouncing. "Daddy, you put them on your hat!"

"Helmet, baby," Lewis chuckled, his heart swelling at her excitement. "But yeah, I did! Now, when I race this weekend, I’ll have you with me."

Yn clapped her hands together, eyes shining. "I love it! I love it, I love it, I love it!"

On the other side of the call, Yn’s grandmother laughed. "Lewis, you’ve just made her entire year."

"That was the plan," he said, winking.

Yn leaned close to the camera, her tiny hands gripping the screen. "Win with my pictures, Daddy!"

Lewis smiled softly. "I’ll try my best, baby girl. Just for you."

When Lewis walked into the paddock on Saturday with his helmet under his arm, the cameras instantly caught sight of it. And within minutes, social media exploded.

@F1: Lewis Hamilton’s helmet this weekend is covered in his 3-year-old daughter’s drawings, and we’re not crying, you are.

@SkySportsF1: Lewis dedicates his home race helmet to his daughter Yn, featuring her personal artwork. A touching tribute from the seven-time champion.

The media went crazy over it. Every journalist wanted to ask about it, every interview started with the same question:

"Tell us about your helmet this weekend, Lewis."

And every time, Lewis proudly explained.

"Yn loves drawing, and I love everything she makes," he said during a press conference. "I wanted to do something special for my first home race with Ferrari, and there was nothing more special than this. It’s my way of carrying her with me on track."

The fans adored it. In the grandstands, they held up signs with her drawings, and Ferrari even arranged for a little sketchbook to be placed in the garage for Yn to "design" future helmets.

By Sunday, it wasn’t just a helmet—it was a symbol of love.

As Lewis strapped himself into the car, he ran a hand over his helmet one last time.

"For you, baby girl," he murmured.

And then, with the whole world watching, he raced.

He raced with his daughter’s rainbow on his head, with her flowers and bees bringing color to the Ferrari red, with her little cat keeping him company through every turn.

And when he crossed the finish line in P1, the first thing he did after climbing out of the car was point to his helmet.

That night, when he called home again, Yn’s excited squeal nearly burst his eardrums.

"You did it, Daddy! My pictures won!"

Lewis laughed, feeling his heart swell. "Yeah, baby. We did it together."

And as far as he was concerned, that made this the most special win of his career.

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

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「 ✦ F1 GRID — LETS GET PHYSICAL

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drivers included | max verstappen, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lando norris, oscar piastri, daniel ricciardo, franco colapinto, lewis hamilton

description | drivers and their favorite kinks

content warnings | mature content ahead — 18+ only, minors do not interact

authors note | hope everyone enjoys reading this one! if you have any requests for drabbles or blurbs involving those i write for please send it in and i will try to get it out as soon as possible <3 *not spelled checked*

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— 𝐌𝐀𝐗 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍 ¹

҉ PRAISE KINK !

— whether he praised you or you praised him; max verstappen was an absolute whore for praising

— both in public and behind closed doors he would take the praises only from you. being a three time world champion as many reminded him of his accomplishments he’d down play it. but you? oh he loved when you’d sing his praises

— “you did so great out there, maxie. no one does it like you.” praising him in public after a great race would look like that. behind closed doors was another story; “right there, max. fuck you’re doing so well keep going.” “only you know my body, no one compares”

— on the other hand max loved praising you and he was an absolute menace for it when he’d have you bent over the bed fucking you with his hands gripping your hair; “come on, baby. squeezing me so tight you love being handled like this, hmm?” “you’re doing so well for me, baby.” “such a good girl for me.”

҉ QUICKIES !

— max loved taking his time with you but with his busy schedule especially on race weekends he couldn’t give you enough time. however, he always made the most of the 10-20 minutes you had together on any occasion.

— whether it be 10 minutes before he’s gotta go out for the national anthem or 15 minutes before he is due to attend the press conference he would grab you and take you in any room that had a lock. “fuck that’s it, you’re doing so good for me baby.” “gonna have you cum three times before i gotta be out there in ten minutes. you like that?”

— 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐙 ⁵⁵

҉ HAIR PULLING KINK !

— the man has beautiful hair…how can he not have a hair pulling kink?

— carlos loved pulling your hair whether it was while you rode his cock or he was taking you from behind; he loved having his hands in your hair

— but it was when you pull his hair that really gets him going both intimately but whenever you’d be watching a movie or out with friends your hand would go to the nape of his neck and travel up to his hair giving it a soft tug

— between your legs carlos is eating you out both sloppily and hungrily, tongue against your aching core his fingers now at your entrance giving you extra pleasure when they’re stretching you out, “fuck. just like that carlos,” you tangle your fingers in his hair giving it a rough tug when he rubs his thumb on your clit

— every thrust his fingers would give your cunt and tongue giving your folds so much attention you’d tug his hair closer to your pussy if that was possible; “fuck, baby, do that again. harder.” “god, hermosa, gonna make me cum in my pants if you keep pulling my hair like that.” “right there, keep doing that princesa. wanna suffocate in your pussy.”

҉ DIRTY TALK !

— his native language being spanish played a role in his love for dirty talking he loved the reaction he’d get out of you when you’d hear him speaking to you in spanish

— morning, noon, night; carlos fucked you any moment he had some free time which was rare but on those occasions he did he make sure to speak his dirty thoughts of you: and to you

— “fuck, my good girl, chokin’ on my cock” “that’s it, hermosa. let them all hear whose fucking your tight pussy…the only man who makes you cum.” “te ves tan perfecta para mí de rodillas llena de mí. mi bella princesa.”

— 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐂 ¹⁶

҉ ORAL !

— charles loved having you on your knees mouth stuffed with his cock. your lips showing his tip some extra love with a few kisses after finishing in your mouth and you’d take him once again pulling him in your mouth again for another round.

— what he loved the most though? spending hours in between your thighs giving you multiple orgasms until you are begging him to stop (very rare to want him to stop)

҉ ROUGH SEX !

— despite seemingly carrying a calm demeanor around friends & family behind closed doors charles loved being rough with you in bed. especially after yet another week where ferrari fucks up his race he feels the best place to let out his stress and anger is on you. which you gladly took.

— rough and sloppy kisses you share entering his hotel room to his rough hands pushing you onto the bed and fucking you with his fingers until you’re squirting all over him and the bedsheets.

— your face pressed down on the mattress while he takes you from behind arching your back and yanking on your hair pulling you close to his chest he’d give you another rough thrush while whispering the most vulgar sentences to come out of his mouth.

— 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒 ⁴

҉ COCKWARMING !

— sometimes being weeks apart from each other you wanted to feel as close as possible while catching up on what you’d miss. you’d get settled on his lap moaning at the feeling of him stretching you after being gone for so long. you’d get comfortable and you would both talk about what you had been up to the last few weeks

— streaming with max you’d make sure his camera was off before you climbed on his lap. he would be confused as to what you were doing but the moment you take his cock out of his briefs and sinking down on him he’d hold his moans in and grab your waist pulling you closer.

- turning his mic off he lets out a whine when you rock your hips against him, “fuck, baby, can’t do this right now i’m so close to winning.” you’d agree with him and tell him to finish the game you’ll just wait for him; still sitting on him with his cock deep inside you. safe to say he lost the game just to play again, enjoying the feeling of his cock resting inside you

҉ SHOWER SEX !

— lando loved it when he’d be showering and you’d join him halfway through giving him some extra attention that he desperately wanted. he loved the intimacy about it when you’d help rinse of the shampoo in his hair or how he’d glide the body gel all over your body

— you loved it when it was a post race win or podium and he’d drag you to the small bathroom in his drivers room and shove you against the shower wall giving your pussy some extra love while you pull on his hair before he would have his cock shoved deep in your aching cunt, getting some loud moans out of you which he’d cover up with a kiss

— 𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐎𝐍 ⁴⁴

҉ PHONE SEX !

— being a formula 1 driver was a demanding job which required lewis to travel almost all year long and you couldn’t always go along with him due to your job. you missed him all the time when he was gone but especially on the days when you were extra needy were the worst

— that’s why he’d stay on the phone with you all day despite his busy schedule. he’d have one airpod in while having to be in a meeting not listening to the less important subjects so he’d listen to you and what you were doing for the day

— but then on days where your vibrator wasn’t enough you’d call or facetime your boyfriend begging him to help you through your orgasm, it also helped that he had the most soothing voice that constantly brought you to tears when he’d have your face shoved on the mattress, ass pressed against him as he fucked you

— “oh…’m so close, lew” you’d whimper through the facetime call, your phone propped against your nightstand while you grind your aching cunt against a pillow. desperately needing more release your reach to rub your clit when lewis’ voice fills the phone, “i didn’t say you could do that, did i?” he questions, he was due to be in the media pen in 10 minutes but he wouldn’t let you take the easy way out to cum before he left

— “please, baby, need to cum please,” you beg lewis as your movements speed up. “don’t use your hand. keep fucking youself on my pillow, i’ll be home in a few days and take such good care of you. that’s it baby, be a good girl and cum for me.” his encouragement is more than enough to have you squeezing your breasts and nipples as your release spills all over the pillow

҉ MIRROR SEX !　

— you weren’t sure if it was you or lewis who decided adding a mirror to the ceiling of your bedroom was the best option for your sex life but either way you were two happy people

— you enjoyed watching lewis fucking you his eyes meeting your through the mirror; he loved having you bounce on his cock watching the way you threw your head back moans filling the room. he loved it so much he requested his drivers room to have a mirror on the ceiling as well. after many warnings not to they finally gave in and gave him what he (and you) wanted

— his hand around your throat with two fingers deep inside your pussy he’d whisper dirty thoughts into your ear, “you look so pretty for me like this. wanna see you cum for me, sweet girl. that’s it you’re squeezing my fingers so good,” you’d bite your lip trying to suppress your moans in the small room knowing anyone walking by could easily hear you

— 𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈 ⁸¹

҉ DRY HUMPING !　

— again, being a formula one driver was a demanding sport. a demanding sport that kept your sex life with oscar very low many, many, many times. so when you had the chance to feel a little bit closer to your boyfriend you took the chance.

— whether against the wall of his drivers room with your clothed pussy rubbing against his race suit or in bed on his lap before ha has to catch a flight to the next race; you were both absolutely infatuated with each other and dry humping

— drivers room; oscar would be leaned up against the wall while your hips grind against his thigh, “osc,” you whine as he moves your panties to the side rubbing your clit while you con the to fuck yourself on him, “shh, be a good girl for me and stay quiet. then after the race i’ll stuff you full of my cock all night.” his words have you biting down on his shoulder as you cum all over his thigh

҉ SQUIRTING !　

— he had discovered this one night while you both watched a movie, laying between his thighs your head pressed against his chest his hand trailed down to your shorts pulling them off with nothing else underneath he worked his fingers inside you. soon enough you had squirted all over his hand and bedsheets; a first for both of you

— that just started something inside oscar which was wanting to make you squirt any chance he got. you could be exhausted from work or a long flight but you’d let him have his way with you. at the end you’d be filling the room with sounds of pleasure as his fingers or cock fucked your tight cunt until he reached the exact spot that had you squirting all over him

— "so wet for me, and so fuckin' tight." "i can feel how close you are baby, gonna make a mess all over our sheets, hmm?" he praises you, his fingers curling deep inside you. his groans and your moans fill the room as you squirt all over his hand and sheets making a mess like he had said. pulling away from you he now plays between your thighs and smiles up at you, “time to clean this mess up.”

— 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 ⁴³

҉ DIRTY TALK !　

— you’ve seen franco in interviews he was a talker so it wasn’t a surprised he was a talker behind closed doors as well. he had a filthy mouth on him when it came to you and he never stopped praising you

— “eso es amor, apretándome tan bien. let me hear your pretty moans.” “cum all over my cock, amor. fuck, fuck—look so perfect for me.” “gonna let me fuck you against the door? gonna make sir everyone hears what a filthy whore you are.” you’d think by now you’d get tired of his constant yapping (sometimes you did) but when he fucked you? you loved hearing his voice the entire time

҉ ORAL !　

— the man was good with his tongue what more could you say? he was infatuated with having his tongue on your pussy for hours on end tasting how sweet you were. buried between your thighs as your hand stung on his hair, whines and moans escape your mouth begging him for more

— “franco, ‘m so close, right there,” you gasp feeling his tongue poking in your cunt as he devours you, “es todo princesa, déjalo ir por mí. mierda. sabes tan dulce.” you cum and he doesn’t let a drop escape his tongue as he licks you clean

— 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎 ³ [retired]

҉ THIGH RIDING !　

— the man had a tattooed thigh…how could you not want to ride it? it first started on a night out with friends enjoying the sunset at the beach when daniel placed you on his lap your hand traced circles on the tattoos that littered his thigh; one thing led to another and you snuck off to the car and he let your imaginations come to life

— at a club filled with loud music and dark lights you’d take advantage of the moment and grind yourself on his thigh enjoying the feeling, at home while he works on sending out some emails you’d keep him company with your core pressing against his thigh, anyplace and anywhere you were a menace for his thighs

— he loved it too, so much he’d started adding some more tattoos to his collection on his thighs which made you even more excited to ride him only to wait until he was healed to do so. you could ride his other thigh but something about fucking yourself on his tattooed thigh felt so so much more enthralling

— “you look so pretty like this, ridin' my thigh...makin' yourself cum.” “make yourself cum on my thigh right now, good girl. feels good, doesn't it?” his encouraging words bringing you to your third orgasm of the night just form riding his thigh, “come on, honey, gonna give me one more then i’ll fuck you for however long you want”

҉ FILMING !

— daniel loved having videos or pictures of the activities you got up to in the bedroom with each other. he loved watching the videos while he was away from you weeks on end. however, he loved it more whenever you got the chance to film each other especially for fun not because he’ll be gone for a few weeks and needed someone to fill the void

— daniel comfortably laying down between your thighs lapping at you like there’s no tomorrow, “danny, feel so good…oh,” you whine trying to hold the camera that was pointed at him steadily but you were so close. “that’s it baby, cum all over me you taste so fucking sweet. could never get enough of this,” he says only getting a second to breathe before he’s diving back between your thighs to bring you to your second orgasm of the night

— you loved the risk of having an album on your phones that were filled of videos and pictures of the two of you or sometimes of just one of you. you’d created a small album curated for daniel filled of pictures of you in lingerie or fully nude; the videos were another story. filled with you fucking yourself with your fingers, vibrator, a pillow; you made sure daniel was fulfilled for the weeks he wouldn’t have you

— daniel made a small photo album for you as well more so filled of the two of you, he knew how much you loved rewatching the videos of you two fucking. you loved the way he propped the camera against the nightstand and had you riding his cock until you begged him to let you cum or the time he fucked you in his drivers room facing the mirror on his door his hands on your breasts squeezing them while you rode him back against his chest holding onto the camera shakily and almost dropping it when he’d thrust up into your cunt

[maxtermind]

texting f1 drivers the morning after, thinking it's your bestfriend

★ : feat :: max verstappen, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lando norris, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton

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