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mirrorball-leclerc · 11 months ago

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snow angel - track four

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DECEMBER 2022

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EARLY MARCH 2023

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rheareynolds the council sending me off for filming.

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user1 somehow all three are very grumpy about rhea leaving.

↳ rheareynolds they were. although the boyfriend has no place to be complaining. he's constantly travelling.

user2 the boyfriend is hot.

↳ user3 you can only see his hair and arms?

↳ user2 and?

vancityreynolds stop lying, i bet they're thrilled.

↳ rheareynolds just because blake always throws a party when you leave doesn't mean my friends and boyfriend do.

lilymhe you couldn't have found a better picture of me?

↳ rheareynolds i think you look very cute

↳ alex_albon that's my girlfriend!

↳ rheareynolds what's your point? she's literally my wife

charles_leclerc have fun but not too much fun!

user4 okay but her cat is literally the prettiest cat i've ever seen.

user5 see i personally love that rhea met lily and the other drivers through lando but they still picked her over him

↳ user6 to be fair they are friendly with lando but you can tell it's not the same as it was.

↳ user7 well lando cheated on his girlfriend and not the other way around.

LATE MARCH 2023

lilymhe and rheareynolds posted new stories

breakfast with the prettiest girl ever.

prettiest surprise visit ever.

charles leclerc rhea come home the children (me and lily) miss you

lily muni he please come back!

max verstappen added two people

logan sargeant bonjour!

logan sargeant i don't speak french

oscar piastri hello?

charles leclerc piastri i swear to seb if you tell nowins about this i will crash into you. alex albon jeez give the kid a chance to breathe sharl

rhea reynolds i wrap filming in may!

rhea reynolds oh hello. oscar piastri and?

logan sargeant i'm logan sargeant, alex's teammate. when will we be getting new music?

yuki tsunoda yes, when can i get new material to further torment norizz?

rhea reynolds july.

lance stroll BOOO!!

rhea reynolds but a single in june

pierre gasly IT'S BARELY APRIL?? THAT'S TWO WHOLE MONTHS AWAY?? mick schumacher sucks to suck charles leclerc YOU LET HIM HEAR IT BEFORE US?? YOUR BEST FRIENDS?? charles leclerc WHAT HAPPENED TO BROS BEFORE HOES?

george russell GIVE US THE TRACKLIST TO MAKE UP FOR YOUR SINS!!

rhea reynolds talk too much, i hate boston, poison poison, gemini moon, snow angel, so what now, the wedding song, pretty girls, tummy hurts, i wish, willow, 23.

charles leclerc claiming snow angel lily muni he claiming pretty girls max verstappen you two are too much sometimes. but i claim so what now.

rhea reynolds his ass is grass. trust.

oscar piastri trust i will be playing this in my drivers room.

MAY 2023

rheareynolds posted new stories

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i just woke up why the fuck is everyone blowing up my phone? did my nudes get leaked, not that i have any, or some shit? worse, what the fuck did ryan do now?

mick schumacher who fucking spilled??

esteban ocon i spilled milk earlier, why are you asking?? and how do you know??

rhea reynolds how the fuck did some spanish paper find out that i was dating mick??

charles leclerc oh no.

max verstappen YOU TOLD CARLOS??

charles leclerc HE PROMISED ME HE WOULDN'T SAY ANYTHING!!

pierre gasly HE'S FRIENDS WITH NO BITCHES!! WHY THE FUCK WOULD HE KEEP IT A SECRET??!!

oscar piastri this is bad. so bad.

lily muni he OH COME ON!! SERIOUSLY CHARLES??

charles leclerc I FUCKED UP OKAY?! I GET IT! I WILL SPEAK TO CARLOS!

george russell NO! NO MORE TALKING TO CARLOS!!

charles leclerc HE PROMISED!!

max verstappen HIS PROMISES MEAN SHIT! WE BOTH KNOW THAT!

rhea reynolds WHAT THE FUCK CHARLES??

charles leclerc I WAS ALSO DRUNK AND I TRUSTED HIM!!

pierre gasly i thought we learned our lesson after last time?

alex albon this is bad. this is so fucking bad.

rhea reynolds yeah no shit alex.

alex albon you didn't read the article did you?

lily muni he i swear to sebastian that i will be castarating both sainz and norris for what's being said. rhea reynolds oh fuck me.

are you dating mick schumacher?

rhea?

i know you're seeing these

are you seriously dating mick? my friend?

that's rich coming from the guy who cheated on me with a friend.

and if i am i don't think i owe you an explanation.

i also wasn't aware you guys were friends. you take one picture with a guy and suddenly you're friends.

are you fucking kidding me reynolds?

you're dating him?

him of all people

literally fuck you norris.

tell carlos to pull the fucking article or i'm suing his ass for defamation.

for what? telling the truth?

you and i both fucking know that article is straight bullshit. i never did anything to you. i was committed to our relationship more than you ever fucking were.

either he pulls the article or i swear i'll sue him.

fuck you and i hope you choke.

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¡leclerc-s speaks! i do know that the mick quote in the grill the grid video is in reference to seb, but the opportunity was right there so i had to go with it!! if i had a nickel for everytime i made carlos out to be an asshole i'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice. I PROMISE I DON'T HATE HIM!! I ACTUALLY LIKE HIM BUT HE'S LIKE BESTIES WITH LANDO AND IT WORKS OUT SO WELL.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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illicitlimerence-writes · 3 years ago

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one chance | c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 2.4k words requested: yes, by an anon: “magic hour!!! hello!!!! so goooooooodd!!🥰🥰 plis make a part 2❤️❤️” & by @purpledianezzzzzz “BESTIE MY HEART 😭 imma need a pt2 after that absolute SWOON of a fic” & by @poison0bee “we NEED a part two where after the next day, we see a time-skip, where we meet him again n have a cute happy ending. 🥺🥺” warnings: fluff, angst, language maybe?, idk idk a/n: their story isn’t over yet. REPOSTING BC IT WASN'T SHOWING UP IN THE TAGS. also, i’ve been absolutely HATING everything i’m writing rn, which is why i haven’t been posting as much lmao. i literally write a few sentences and then end up deleting everything bc it sucks looooool. i don’t know when part three of this story will be up, so pls be patient. alsooo, this is not the story i was talking about when i said i was writing something with sharl, that one’s taking a bit more time but i don’t want to rush it bc it’s based on one of my favorite movies<3

my masterlist / this is a part two to 'magic hour'

it had been five months since her trip to cancun.

the main reason she hated going on vacations was exactly this, the sad realization that she had to return to her normal routine after living her best life only for a few days. it was sad.

the hardest part was saying goodbye to charles. three days with him were not enough.

that was also why she was apprehensive to let herself be free and try new things. when she liked something, or someone, she did it with her whole being. she wasn’t one to do things halfway, she committed every cell of her being into it. it was difficult when things ended.

their last day together was one she’d always remember. he picked her up early, way too early to be awake. but, he wanted to see the sunrise with her, and wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. their time was limited, so they had to make the best of the minutes and hours they still had left. they went down to the beach, watching the sun making its way up, through the calm waves of the clear water in front of them. she was sitting in front of him, his legs on either side of her, her back against his chest, his arms around her protectively. he’d noticed small goosebumps on her skin, so he leaned in closer, giving her the warmth she needed. his heart skipped a beat at the soft sigh she let out as she snuggled her cheek against his arm.

next, they walked to a restaurant near the hotel. at some point during their walk, charles grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together, all while keeping his eyes ahead. his clammy hands gave away his nervousness, though. she chuckled to herself, holding on a little tighter, letting him know she wanted this, she was okay with it.

the rest of the day was spent sharing knowing glances and soft touches. as they ate, his arm was around her chair, the pads of his fingers against her back, her shoulder. as they walked through crowds of tourists, one of his hands would be holding her own, whilst the other one was on her waist. at night, as they watched a firework show, she slid her arms around his waist. the air wasn’t chilly, but it was enough for the thin dress she was wearing. he took that as his sign to envelop her in his arms, placing a kiss to the top of her head as they watched the bright, colorful dots light up the sky.

just as they had all day, they walked back to the hotel hand in hand. their faces were flushed and hair was a mess from having been up since before dawn, but they were inside an invisible bubble where only the two of them existed, and they didn’t care about anything or anyone else. as they entered they reached her floor, he walked out of the elevator first, but she suddenly stopped in her tracks. there had been an ache inside her chest when she first woke up, that had vanished throughout the day. but now that the end was near, so close she could almost touch it, it became impossible to ignore.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, standing in front of her, he lifted a hand, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“i don’t… i don’t want to say goodbye just yet.” she whispered. her eyes were slightly glossy as she stared up at him. “i want more time,” she begged.

“it’s okay,” he whispered, his hands holding her face gently. “i wish we could have more time as well.”

“distance sucks,” she tried to smile, but the tears in her eyes revealed her true feelings.

“i’m right here, i am still here,” he told her. “i’m not going anywhere,”

“promise?” she asked, “just for tonight… will you stay with me?”

“of course. i’ll stay until you get sick of me, until you’re begging for me to leave you alone for at least five minutes,” he pressed his lips against her temple, hearing her sigh.

“i don’t want to say goodbye,” she repeated, a part of her wanted to be mad at herself for allowing herself to get close to him, to be foolish enough to open her heart to someone she could not have.

“then don’t,” he whispered against her ear. “let’s not say goodbye tonight.”

he took her to his room. thanks to a friend that had bailed at the last minute, charles had a room all to his own. he led her to the bed, sat her down on the bed, that was still messy from when he slept in it the night before, since he’d hung the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the doorknob. he handed her one of his shirts and a pair of shorts so she could change. she walked to the bathroom, shaking her head at her reflection. the adventures of the day were clearly visible on her messy hair, her skin affected by the sun. she splashed some water on her face, drying it with a towel she found by the sink, and got her hair out of the way. she wanted to hurry up, didn’t want to waste the little time she had left with charles.

as she stepped out, charles was ready for bed, too. he heard the click of the door as she closed it behind her, he raised his head, a smile making its way onto his face instantly.

“hey,” he whispered, letting out a deep breath.

“hi,” she said, taking a step towards him. he did as well, meeting halfway. “i have to be up early,” she reminded him.

“i’m a light sleeper,” he told her, “i’ll set an alarm,” he placed a hand on her waist.

“okay,” she nodded, one of her arms went to his neck, playing with his hair, “i don’t want to say goodbye,”

“then don’t. come with me, back home,” he said, leaning his head closer to her. she smiled.

“i can’t. we both know i can’t. and i can’t be upset, because you’re not mine. not mine to have or to lose. but i don’t want to say goodbye.”

“it doesn’t have to be a goodbye,” he tilted his head, pressing his lips against her cheek, “it can be a see you later. we can make plans to see each other, somewhere, sometime.”

“i’d like that,” she gave him a small smile.

charles’ lips went up from her cheek to her temple, he wrapped his arms around her, like he’d done all day, but this time felt different. they didn’t have a whole day anymore, they had hours left together.

“thank you for these past few days,” she mumbled against his neck.

“i would like to give you many more days like this, if you let me,”

“i would love that,” the corners of her lips tilted upwards, but her eyebrows settled in a frown.

“it’s a plan, then,”

“okay,” she nodded, leaning her head back. she looked into his green eyes, stared at his face, the flushed cheeks and red nose, she wanted to memorize every part of his face. she didn’t know when or if she would see him again, so she wanted to remember him like that, soft and gentle and caring, loving and attentive and perfect.

she snapped out of her daydream, the voice announcing that the plane was landing in nice, france was loud enough to catch her attention, although, thinking back to the happiest days of her life was not an unusual occurrence, it’d become part of her daily routine by that point. it was pathetic, she knew that, but she hadn’t felt happiness like the one she felt back in that piece of heaven on earth.

she looked to her right, where her friend, helen, was sitting. it had been helen’s idea to go to france. and as much as she wanted to stay home, helen wasn’t taking a ‘no’ for an answer. it was stupid to say that after catching feelings for a stranger back in cancun, she became afraid of traveling. she didn’t want to admit it, but that was the truth. but after much debate, she caved in, and there she was, landing on france. she knew she was close to charles, which made the whole trip ten times worse.

“we’re going to have so much fun this weekend,” helen said, nudging her shoulder, (y/n) gave her a small smile. they made the way down the airplane, walking inside the airport to collect their bags. after they secured their luggage, they walked to a car rental service. the airport was crowded, there were people all over the place, so she stayed close to the desk as they waited for the keys.

she grabbed her phone, sending a quick text to her family, saying she was okay. a small voice in her head told her to text charles, tell him that they were just a couple hours away from each other, but she was interrupted by her friend.

“let’s go!” she smiled, and together they walked out of the airport, finding the car that would be theirs for the weekend. once they settled in, she sat on the driver’s seat, with helen by her side. she wasn’t the biggest fan of planes, so driving made her feel a little bit better, more grounded. they put on music, a fun playlist to get their moods up for all the adventures they’re going to have that weekend. “okay, i know i said we were going to have a fun, chill weekend here,” helen starts, (y/n) nods, “but… i just- i know how much you’ve missed charles,” it takes everything in (y/n) not to slam her foot on the brake, she eyes helen, who has a guilty look on her face, “we’re going to see him.”

“you’re kidding,” she says.

“no. listen, i have it all figured out,” helen starts, grabbing her phone to read her plan, “we’re going to drive there, we’re staying with rob,” she could practically hear the smile on helen’s face as she mentioned charles’ friend, the one she’d met back in cancun, the one who introduced her to charles. she didn’t know whether to hate him or thank him. “and we’re going with him to the grand prix,”

“the what? where?”

“in monaco. it’s charles’ home race,”

“fuck,” she whispered, looking at helen, “i don’t know if i can-”

“yes, you can. listen, i’ve seen you moping around for this guy more than i ever have. i know you try to bury those feelings down deep, but it’s not okay. so we’re going there, you’re going to see him again, and you’re not going to let him go.”

“but what if- what if he’s already found someone else?” she asks, thinking out loud.

“he hasn’t. i promise you, he hasn’t. and if he has, i’m sure he’ll drop whoever it is just to be with you.”

truth is, despite the fact that her and charles had exchanged numbers and other ways to communicate despite the distance, she hadn’t made much effort to get in touch with him. she thought it was dumb, because there was no point in getting even more attached to someone she simply couldn’t have.

but as she stood in front of a room with his name on it, inside the ferrari motorhome in glamorous monaco, the fear turned into something else.

she knocked twice, but the sound was barely perceptible, so she did it again. she waited, with her heart pounding inside her chest. she waited, and felt a knot in her throat as the door swung open.

he was standing on the other side of the door, wearing a red polo and jeans. his eyes went wide as he recognized her, a face he hadn’t been able to forget since they said goodbye that morning back in december.

“wh- how…” he mumbled, a deep breath leaving his lungs quickly, his chest heaved as he took one in, “how- you-” he continued. (y/n) parted her lips to speak, but was left with the words inside her throat as charles pulled her in. he closed the door, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. “you’re… here…” he said, leaning his head back to look at her. she did the same.

he looked just the same. his hair was a little longer, though. but the spark in his eyes was just the same.

“you- you never called or…”

“i know,” she whispered, swallowing the lump that had been inside her throat since she arrived in the small country of monaco. “i know, i-”

“was it… me? or…”

“no! no, god no. i… it was me, i- i couldn’t… i couldn’t risk it,” she said.

“risk… what?” he asked, lifting his hand to caress her cheek. she’d missed his touch. it had been too long since they’d been away from each other, the time they’d spent together was not enough.

“i’m not…” she paused, “good at this. i don’t- i don’t let people in because i’m afraid they’ll leave. i don’t like getting attached, or get my hopes up only to end up disappointed. i can’t risk another goodbye.”

she said, and charles listened. he knew she was in a delicate position at that moment. there was no doubt that her feelings for him were exactly the same as what he felt for her.

“i told you,” he started, he kept his voice soft and gentle, “we don’t have to say goodbye. not back there in december, not today. not ever. it doesn’t even have to be a ‘see you later’ either.”

she stayed quiet, staring up at him. his eyes reflected the sincerity in his voice, in his words.

"i have traveled all around the world, seen the most beautiful places you could ever think of. yet nothing, nothing compares to what i felt the moment i saw you. you were reading a book, lying on a lounge chair by the pool, and i just thought you were so… cool. i knew i wanted to get to know you. even before we were introduced in the boat, i was already enthralled by you.” her breath got caught in her chest as charles spoke, “i haven’t stopped thinking about you since we said,” he smiled before continuing, “see you later,” she smiled at that as well, “at the hotel.”

“neither have i. but i-”

“i know. i understand your fears and worries, but all i’m asking is for one chance. give me this weekend, or however long you’re staying here, to show you that i’m all in. i want this, i want you,”

“i want you, too.” she whispered, the words were barely audible, but he heard.

“one chance. give me one chance,”

“okay.”

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