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Drama King // CL16 & MV1

Pairing: Charles Leclerc / Original Female Character / Max Verstappen

Summary: Already used to Max's shenanigans, Y/N finds out that Charles with the flu can be quite a challenge.

Warnings: None, this is fluff, fluff and even more fun. (Only one paragraph about homophobic Jos Verstappen)

Author’s Note: Gees, there's nothing worse than a guy with the flu. Also, there's a little introduction of Max and Y/N's parents and the relationship they have with their children. Rate: PG

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She was used to Max being a drama queen, after so many years being friends, she already knew how he could turn a minimal problem into a world-ending alarm. His computer froze for 5 seconds? It was probably broken. He couldn't find his phone? He probably lost it forever. He was hungry? He couldn't function until he ate. She had fun with that, because Max's little drama stunts were never something that came without a good laugh for her. She would watch him run around the room looking for his phone, or quickly throwing a tantrum when his computer'd go slower than he'd like it. Charles was a lot more composed, which was also funny because he was the one that go into serious trouble more often. He set his dinner on fire? It wasn't that bad, he's not afraid of fire. He's at the police station because he tried to jump the fence when he forgot his keys? Just a little inconvenience and he made new friends! He hurt his hand trying to fix the toaster he just broke? Well, he has a lot more blood in his body, nothing to worry about. Sometimes she wished that Charles would take the bizarre situations he got himself into a little more seriously.

But she takes that wish back, dear God, she takes that back.

It all started with winter break, they were off season and they had been together for a year now, their first anniversary on the 26th of December. Charles, who loved to spoil his partners, decided that they deserved a week for themselves, before they all had to part for New Year's celebrations with their respective families. Plus, they knew that Max was less than happy to have to spend the holiday with his father, so the idea of chilling together, somewhere away from the world was more than appealing. The Monegasque made a reservation at a very private cabin complex, where they could be alone in the middle of nowhere, in Germany. From the 25th at night all the way to the 31st at noon, they would turn off their phones and ignore the rest of the world. Max was more than happy for that, he needed to recharge batteries before facing his father, and Y/N knew that this little trip was perfect for her to sleep all the hours she missed that season. It was the perfect plan, and it went amazing. They relaxed in the woods, lit a bond-fire, swam on the lake, and the cabin even had a jacuzzi, which they used every day. But, when they finally went back to reality on the 31st, happy memories weren't the only thing that Charles brought back home with him.

"Tu es pâle, mon garçon". (You look pale, my boy). Pascale, Charle's mother, said when he arrived at her door for New Year's dinner.

"Je vais bien, ne t'inquiète pas, Maman". (I'm fine, don't worry, Mom). She wasn't convinced, and she was proven right when Charles started coughing in the middle of their meal. The poor man started his new year with a fever.

Arthur called Lando, who made up an excuse and called Max. The Red Bull driver was supposed to spend a week with his father, Jos, the two of them going on a "healing" trip to "help Max outgrow his queerness". The moment he got the call from Lando about "Sassy being sick", he canceled his plans with his father and flew back to Monaco. His father was more than displeased with that, and didn't believe a thing his son told him, but he decided to keep his thoughts to himself. He had an already difficult relationship with his father, coming out as having two partners and having to tell him that they were his rivals was not something he needed to do at the moment. Jos Verstappen hated Y/N with passion, and it was a mutual feeling. He believed that the girl wanted to distract Max on purpose, to take advantage of that on the races. He also believed that she was trying to get into Max's pants to "trap him" with a kid. But, he would rather have her as his daughter in law than a man. He had never been as mad as when he discovered that Max was bisexual, the idea of having his son dating another man was his worst nightmare. He made it his life goal to "cure" Max and his son knew that if his father ever knew that Max was skipping his trip with him for Charles, he would straight up force Max into an asylum. Jos disliked Charles the most, after Lewis Hamilton, so if he didn't like the idea of Max dating a man, he would probably lose it with the fact that he was dating Charles.

Max made it back to Monte Carlo on January 2nd, but he called Y/N to let her know that he could take care of Charles and she should enjoy her time with her family. She had a big one, and she didn't get to see them much, he didn't want her to miss that chance. He could deal with Charles for a week, how hard could it be? She thanked him and let him know that she could fly back if he ever needed her, but he assured her that they would be alright. At the airport, he was welcomed by Lando, who coincidentally came back home from England to prepare everything for his New Year's party, a tradition he started two years prior and that was the most awaited event of the grid. The brit offered Max a ride and, together, they made their way towards the apartment that Max shared with his partners. Lando lived just a block away and offered to help out if he and Charles needed anything. He also let Max know that Oscar, Alex and George were flying to Monaco on the 4th, to help him out with the party, so there were going to be some extra hands. Max felt grateful, even if his father was not there for him, he had his grid family that loved him for who he was.

"Charlie? I'm home!". He called out when he opened the door. Usually, Charles would drop whatever he was doing to greet him and ask about his day. He was an active listener and enjoyed asking people things, but this time he was greeted by the faint sound of a cough and the pets, Pete, Charles' golden retriever, and his two cats. He dropped everything he had in hand and quickly walked to the bedroom followed by Pete. "Hey, Poepie, how are you feeling?". (Sweetie),

"I think I'm dying". Max had to actively do an effort to suppress his laugh. Charles was on the bed, the blanket up to his neck and his voice was barely over a whisper, but he was definitely not dying.

"I think you're doing pretty well!". Max said with a smile and sat on the bed next to Charles, but he pushed Max away. Pete jumped on the bed.

"Don't get close!". He yelled as loud as he could and then coughed again. "You'll get sick too and this is a nightmare".

"Charlie, it's only the flu. I'm Dutch, I'm used to cold weather and never get sick". He placed his hand on Charles' forehead and noticed that his boyfriend was burning up. "Don't worry about me".

"At least you got away from your dad". Charles said as he did the best he could to sit up. Max helped him a bit.

"Yeah, your stuffy nose definitely saved me from that". Charles smiled, his eyes shining in a mix of sadness and fever. He hated Jos for everything he put Max through.

"I'm your knight in shining armor, even when I'm sick". Max laughed out loud and Charles followed, but started coughing again.

"Okay, Sir Charles, let's make you some tea to warm up that throat".

The first night was terrible, Max didn't sleep, not even one second, Charles turning around and whimpering all night, uncomfortable and bothered by the fever. He was cold and hot, all at the same time, so he was pulling at the sheets constantly. Max wanted nothing more than to go to sleep on the couch, but he couldn't leave Charles alone. He turned the Monegasque around and spooned him to keep him from moving too much. They slept through the morning hours, until the pets woke them up asking to be fed. Max got up at lunch time to feed them and make some soup for Charles. He had two big black spots under his eyes and every now and then, a yawn would escape his mouth. Y/N texted him, asking about Charles and how he spent the night. Max didn't want her to worry, so he told her that Charles slept like a baby. It wasn't exactly a lie, never specified which type of baby, he slept like a possessed baby. Charles' fever went down through the day, but he still felt like he didn't have any strength. The medication was doing its magic, but he was probably going to get a fever again at night. And Max was right, Charles' fever came back the second night, sentencing Max to another sleepless night.

"If I die, I leave my sim to Y/N and my underwear to you". Charles told him at 3 am as they were cuddling. Max snorted, almost offended.

"I'm the one taking care of you and I get the underwear while she gets the sim?". Charles looked up at him in the dark, his eyes narrowed. "Make your own soup tomorrow, traitor".

"My underwear it's all Ferrari!". Max already knew that. "It's really important to me. I don't know what you're complaining for".

"It's a good thing you're not dying". Max chuckled and they fell silent for a few minutes.

"If I die and you don't wear that underwear, I'm haunting your ass". And he knew that Charles meant every word.

On the 4th, Lando called Max to let him know that the boys had arrived and offered to stop by and help out a bit. Charles was in a good mood, after Max promised to use the Ferrari underwear if he died, meaning that the visit was a good way to keep up his good spirits. While they waited for their friends to arrive, Max called Y/N to give her an update. She scolded him for refusing to wear the Ferrari briefs, and then she thanked him again for taking care of Charles all on his own. She was convinced that it was an easy task, Max was the drama king after all, but she was grateful anyways. Max decided not to tell her how much of a pain in the ass Charles could be, he would rather have her believing everything was alright. He took Pete out for a quick walk and then went to feed his little demons again, Sassy and Jimmy already planning on eating Charles if he let another minute pass without feeding them. Lando arrived with Oscar, George and Alex, and they all ran to the bedroom to say hi to Charles, but he had a fever again, and what they found was anything but festive.

"You look like shit". Lando said without thinking, and Max hit the back of his head.

"You don't, Charlie". But the Monegasque was already mentally writing his will.

"It's okay, dying must be the only thing that doesn't look good on me". Max rolled his eyes.

"We should help you get better". Oscar added, willing to help. The other three looked at him with their noses scrunched.

"I think we're all more useful at a safe distance". Alex looked around the room as he made the comment, looking for a place he could sit down and not get too close to Charles.

"It's just the flu, stop acting like he's got a deadly disease". But they all ignored Max as Oscar organized them to cover all of Charles' needs.

"Alex, you'll make the food. George, you'll bring Jimmy and Sassy, since Pete's already here. Lando, you'll pick a movie. I will gather all the blankets I can find. And Max...". Oscar looked at him, unsure of what Max could do. "You'll comfort him, but please, keep it decent".

"I'm not doing that while you guys are here". Max said, annoyed.

"Just making sure!". Lando laughed as he remembered the situation in the hotel room.

Oscar's plan was kind of chaotic, as always. While Max laid on the bed with his sick boyfriend, he could hear Alex fighting with the kitchen, George chased the cats around the house and Oscar opened every closet in the apartment looking for blankets. To add to that, Lando just couldn't pick a movie, going through all the streaming platforms and genres. Charles still acted as if he was dying and even though Max loved every person in that house, he was too sleep deprived to tolerate the chaos. After an hour, George walked in with Sassy and Jimmy, his shirt covered in holes and wearing kitchen gloves. He placed the cats on top of Charles and they both snuggled on his chest, purring and relaxing against their Papa. Max looked at George worried, as the brit just kept a wary eye on the cats. He couldn't help but chuckle at the situation, Sassy and Jimmy were the most loving cats in the world, but they loved to drive people crazy. Alex brought to the room the worst soup Max had ever tasted, but Charles was so sick that he couldn't even taste anything, so it wasn't a problem. Oscar placed all the blankets on top of Charles and, even though Max thought Lando would never pick anything, he actually did, and they all sat in the room to watch it together. Charles was finally asleep after 30 minutes and Max had never felt more relieved.

Around 6 pm they all left and Max took the pets to their beds. Pete slept on a pretty fancy bed that Charles had brought for him, it had Ferrari's emblem all over it, still, the dog loved his Red Bull toy, no matter how many times Charles took it away from him. Max gave Pete the toy and the dog curled up on his bed, ready to sleep, hugging the toy. Jimmy and Sassy had high beds, ones that Max had attached to the wall so they could sleep as up high as possible. He told them to go to bed, in Dutch, since it was the only language they understood, and they both obeyed instantly. If there was something that Max loved about their pets was how well behaved they were, George might not agree with that, but that seemed like George-problem to Max. After everyone was on their beds, Max went back to his room and lied next to Charles, his little snores making Max smile. Maybe they could finally sleep for a few hours. But they didn't. Charles' fever came back and he started moving around again. At some point, Max even heard him crying.

"Charles, are you okay?". Max asked as he turned Charles around to look at him and see if he could find what was hurting. "Does anything hurt?".

"I don't know!". Charles said, already done with being sick. "I just feel like shit and I'm tired and my head hurts... and... and my throat is sore!". Charles complained in between sobs. "And my nose is so stuffed! I just want to feel better and do my things, like training and going out. And I miss Y/N too".

"Charlie, it's okay". Max tried to comfort him, ignoring his own tiredness as best as he could. "Be patient, you'll feel better soon. I promise".

But Charles kept turning around all night again, coughing, mumbling, sighing loudly, blowing his nose. Max was close to losing it. There is so much time one can spend not sleeping and Max was close to his breaking point. At 4 in the morning, he got up and decided to call Y/N. She was in Buenos Aires, so it would be around midnight there, she was definitely up, no one slept early in Argentina. He felt terrible calling her to complain about their boyfriend, but Max just couldn't take it anymore, he needed to sleep and their friends were too loud and energetic to actually help. He confirmed that the day before. So she was his last resort. He sat on the toilet with the lid down, looking at his phone and re-thinking about calling her or not. She was having fun, spending some time with her family, people she missed all year round, he didn't feel comfortable ruining that, but he didn't know what to do. He heard Charles cough from the room and dialed his girlfriend's number. It rang a few times, then, he was met with the sound of music and people speaking loudly.

"Hey, Maxie, it's everything alright?". She greeted him. He could hear her friends mocking her, saying "Maxie" over and over again, her grandmother scolding them, and Y/N laughing at the situation. "Wait! It's like 4 am there. Max, is Charles alright?".

"YES". He quickly reassured her when he noticed how worried she was. She sighed in relief. "I just...".

"What is it?". He heard the noise turn down, she had probably moved away from people so they could talk better.

"I lied to you. Charles has not been easy to deal with. At all! He's terrible, and I miss my sleep and we miss you and he's coughing all the time and the guys came by and it was a mess...". He kept rambling about how the last few days had been horrible for him and she patiently listened to him. It was bad that Charles was still with a fever, that wasn't normal, since he was taking medication for that, but Max was also someone who could escalate a situation pretty quickly, so it was hard for her to know exactly if the situation was that bad. Nonetheless, she let him let it all out, once she noticed that he was done, she offered a solution.

"Listen, Amor, give me two days. Tomorrow I will say goodbyes and then I'll be on the first plane I can catch, okay?". She heard him let out a breath he had been holding. "We'll take care of him together".

"Thank you, Schat, thank you so much". He said, feeling a lot better.

On the 6th, around 8 pm, Y/N finally got back home. She slowly opened the door, Pete went to her to greet her. She patted his head and scratched the back of his ears, earning a little huff of approval from the dog. Sassy and Jimmy went next, rubbing against her legs and meowing, showing their Mamá how much they missed her. She tried to shush them, noticing that Max and Charles were probably sleeping. Quietly, she dropped her suitcase by the door and took off her shoes, walking around the dark apartment towards the bedroom. The door made a minimal cracking sound as she pushed it open softly and she cringed about it, but she discovered that her boys were wide awake inside, completely unbothered by the sound of the door. Charles was in a semi-awake state, his eyes glossy and forehead shiny with sweat, probably still with a fever. Max was next to him, his eyes tired and the bags under them prominent, like he hadn't slept in days. The Dutchman's eyes light up with her presence, the tiredness still there but now mixed with relief.

"Schat!". He jumped up and ran to her, picking her up and spinning her a few times, before he set her back down and kissed her, like his life depended on it. Maybe his sanity did. "You're here!".

"Yeah, how have you guys been?". Max was frowning at her instead of answering her question. "What?"

"Weren't coming back tomorrow?". She was the one frowning now. "I told you we could wait, I can't believe I made you leave your family so soon".

"No, Amor, I said two days, that was the day before yesterday". She went to the bed and sat down, placing her hand on Charles' face and caressing his cheek.

"No no, today's the 5th, Schat".

"Max, it's January 6th". She took her phone out of her pocket to show him the date. "When was the last time you slept?"

"I don't know...". Y/N looked at him, worried, taking into his pitiful state. Charles was still out so she got up and dragged Max to the living room. They sat on the couch and he rested his head on her shoulder.

"You should sleep here tonight, I'll look after Charlie". He hummed in agreement. "Did you guys eat already?". Max nodded. "Good, then lie down and rest".

"Thank you, Schat".

Max lied down and closed his eyes, falling asleep instantly. Y/N walked back to the room, changed for the night and got into bed with Charles. He had the flu, how bad could it be? Really bad, she discovered that night. The Monegasque spent the night complaining, she wasn't able to close her eyes for a minute. Between Charles' never ending turning and how tired she was from the trip, she was wishing she could go to the living room with Max. When the morning light came, she was still awake and extremely tired. Charles was the most annoying patient in the world. If he was complaining like that for the flu, what would he do for a stomach bug? They were lucky that Charles rarely got sick. Max went to the bedroom around 11 am, better rested and ready to treat his girl better than last night. But she was looking just as miserable as he did the past few days. Charles was finally asleep, so she got up and the two of them went to the kitchen for breakfast. Max, with more energy than her, made some Stroopwafels, while Y/N just rested her head on her hand, slumped over the table.

"I think it's time for Charles' meds, Amor". She told him after a few minutes in silence. "Where are they?".

"First drawer, my nightstand. It's a bottle that says-"

"Paracetamol, I know, my mother's a doctor, remember?". He noticed the pain in her voice, under the tiredness, but he chose not to keep up the conversation about her mother, she was not rested enough to talk about that woman. She walked back to the bedroom and opened the drawer, the bottle being the first thing she saw.

"Here's a glass of water". Max told her as she walked up to him, the bottle in her hand.

"Have you been giving Charles this?". She showed him the bottle.

"Of course, every 8 hours". He proudly answered.

"It's expired, Max". His smile dropped instantly. "This expired in 2020".

"You're fucking with me". He took the bottle from her and inspected it. "It can't be expired".

"This is so old I wasn't even in F1 when it stopped being useful". She ran her hands down her face and sighed. "I'll run to the pharmacy and buy a new one. Of course he's not feeling better, the meds don't work once they are expired, it's like giving him nothing".

Y/N brought a new bottle of medication and Charles was already feeling better that night. They all finally got some proper sleep. The next morning, Charles was a new man, back again with his good spirits and big smiles, as if he hasn't been the most over dramatic person for the last few days. Max and Y/N were still exhausted as he walked into the kitchen for breakfast.

"I can't believe you flew all the way back here just for the flu, Amour, it wasn't that serious!". He told Y/N as he took a bite of his Stroopwafels. "And I took it like a champ".

"Yeah, sure, Corazón". She said, condescendingly.

"Get sick again, Charles, and I'm personally burring you with your Ferrari underwear, you fucking Drama King".

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This one is pretty long, but i had fun writing it! Hope you guys like it!

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hazelsmirrorball · 1 year ago

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Back To December | Charles Leclerc

SUMMARY: Charle's Pop singer girlfriend drops a song in honor of Charles FACE CLAIM: Sabrina Carpenter pairings: Singer! Reader x Charles Leclerc authors note: Christmas Vibes!!

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y/n surprise! i love you guys so so much that I decided to give you guys an early christmas gift... Back to December is out now!

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y/nsmirrorball I'm sorry what?

y/nsferrari you can't keep getting away this!!!

user5 Back to December, you know what also happen in December?

→user6 what?

→user5 Y/n and Charles break up was announced on December

→user7 you are reaching so bad. How do you even know this.

→user6 no because I get it

taylorswift in love with this song

→ y/n I'm in love with you

y/nlover real music is back!!

user10 omg! omg! Charles is in the likes!! WHAT DOES THIS MEAN

→user12 IT MEANS THAT OUR PARENTS ARE BACK TOGETHER.

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y/nxcharlesupdates things are pretty wild right now. Today is one year since Y/n and Charles broke up and we prayed for them to have an interaction but this wasn't the answer we expected. Y/n dropping a song unannounced after a being on break for almost a year and a half and Charles congratulating her in her stories after posting a picture of some roses. I truly believe this is a petty war.

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user10 no because Charles is being so shady and I'm here for it. Have you guys even seen the time stamp, he. would go back to December!!! he misses her bad.

user68 I love that we are assuming everything, she didn't say the song was about Charles!

→user6 girl are you dumb? I want to be as oblivious as you are....

user5 Arthur in the likes? He knows something we don't

user9 okay but we all have to agree that back to December is the anthem of December. Fuck all I want for christmas is you or whatever

user5 Y/n and Charles break up was announced on December

user7 Charles is in his reputation era and I'm here for it!!!

→user6 I usually support women's wrongs but right now I want peace

user11 my parents will get back together

→user45 Girl. Keep dreaming

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y/nxcharlesupdates guess we are technically back in December :)

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user10 what the actual fuck

user5 screaming, crying, throwing up.

user9 they want tea pages to go crazy

user5 Y/n and Charles are back together in december

user7 wake up and make up

→user6 starting the New Years right!!

user11 I support this

user45 the world is healing

user68 hun, what's this? @ynnn

→ynnn what? I was clear when I said I would go back to December

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The cold breeze hit y/n’s body making her cover herself for some type of warmth. She was starting to regret doing this. It felt she was doing something wrong, she could feel the guilt eating her away. Yet she couldn’t manage to knock on the door in front of her. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea, maybe she should just go back home and act like she didn’t see his car parked in the driveway and pretend he wasn’t home. She wished she could just go back to the night where everything happened, take back every word that haunts her at night. She wished she would’ve stayed and maybe things would have been different. She wanted him, she wanted everything she had before.

Before she even had the chance to knock on the door she was faced with those soft eyes she had fallen for. She slowly pulled her hand down and stared at him, taking him in completely.

“I was debating on opening the door. But it’s too cold to let you outside. I’m not that mean” Charles said, moving to the side so she could enter. Y/n slowly entered the room noticing that it was practically the same as the day she left. As she looked around she noticed how Charles stood awkwardly in front of her wanting for her to speak. She debated on what to say first, not wanting to risk her chances.

“Happy Birthday” She managed to get out, as she did, her words echoed through her head she scrunched up her face in embarrassment. She knew it wasn’t his birthday but she had decided not to text him that day. She needed to start somewhere. She needed him to know that if they loved again, she would love him right.

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adventuringblind · 1 year ago

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Drive Forever With You

Chapter Two: Discoveries, birds and bees.

Max verstappen x Lando norris x Charles leclerc x reader

Genre: idk man it's a series

Summary: The reader has been used by her father for many things, resulting in some interesting quirks. When her father ends up under house arrest, she finds herself tangled in a world of fast cars, love, and inhuman abilities.

Chapter summary: Max and Reader become friends, Seb is a proud dad, and the reader is learning about people and feelings. Despite the chapter title, I swear there is nothing sexual going on.

Warnings: mentions of abuse, talks of sickness, injury descriptions, SH and Suicidal ideation

Notes: it's gonna get dark, but have no fear it will get better, I swear. Also, please don't read if you get triggered. I got triggered but read anyways because if your like me somehow reading what fictional me is doing helps immensely. I just ask that you be careful. My inbox and asks are always open :)

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Max had quickly learned that this girl was the only one who understood him. She somehow knew exactly what he was thinking. Exactly what he needed. It was ridiculous because he felt that he couldn't reciprocate.

The two had formed their own little team. Max would sneak away with his data to see her, and she would tell him everything he needed to fix in a way he actually understood. Not just being talked at for hours about his mistakes.

He didn't realize someone could nicely tell him what he was doing wrong and also compliment him on things he was doing right. The concept was foreign.

He quickly found himself looking for her all the time. She looked fragile compared to everyone else. Like the wind could pull her away.

But he also couldn't get a read on her quite yet.

Seb, on the other hand, had learned much more in the span of a couple of months. Things that didn't make him any less concerned.

He quickly found that her favorite hobby was doing incredibly stupid things that could get her hurt or even killed. Even the mundane daily tasks. It's like if he didn't feel pain, then she was doing something wrong. He blames it on her prior upbringing.

He frequently caught her with bloodied arms and legs. Trying to do stupid stunts that had her neck almost snapping. She once decided to see how tall of a building she could jump off of 'for science'.

Seb could not, for the life of him, decided whether she actually wanted to die or just didn't understand the concept of safety and healing.

He tried to keep eyes on her. Not always his, but anyone's. Max included.

He was immensely grateful for the Dutch. He pratically was glued to her side. He could tell she wasn't used to the amount of interaction with people, but the smile that creeper on her face at Max's dumb jokes told him everything he needed to know.

Max had ended up catching her once. His giddy state morphed into a panicked one. He had found her messing with one of the broken ferrari engines in his downtime. He had initially been curious until he realized the engine was hot from tools, and she was doing her best to press her hands against it.

He'd fussed over her for hours. He was completely lost as to how she wasn't showing any pain. Even as he lather her hand in burn ointments and wrapped them.

Max stuck even closer to her after that.

Seb had also learned that when she wanted to protect, she wouldn't hesitate to say what she felt. including to Jos Verstappen.

He felt scared when he stumbled upon Max behind her and Jos in front. The younger Dutch is trying to look stoic but failing and the older getting increasingly angry. Y/N in between them, her mouth moving steadly, the string of compliment for Max seemingly never ending.

Seb stepped in and pulled everyone apart. He tried to talk to her, but her attention was on Max. Completely set on making sure he was okay and dragging him off to somewhere safe.

It was strange for Max to have a friend like this. He'd not had many growing up. Yet here he was, feeling close to a girl he'd known for about five months.

It was now summer break. Seb, having seen the two interact, decided to invite the Dutch over for a weekend. His dad was last then happy about it but didn't want to look bad in front of a world champion, so he said yes.

Seb had never heard her talk so much. She was happy and he was glad to see her smile.

Hanna had to force them to sleep at some point. Something that the girl was less than fond of. Sleep was always difficult. Sometimes, Sébastien would stay in her room if he had a feeling she was going to wake up screaming.

He hadn't thought tonight would be one of those nights. Max was in the spare room, and she was in hers. This means that Max woke up to the thrashing first. Her wall right up against his.

He knew it might be an invasion of privacy, but when he heard sniffling, he didn't care. He threw himself out of the bed and made for the door.

He made sure to knock before opening the door. He waited for a possible answer but is only met with the sound of sobs now.

Then the screaming starts.

Seb is out of bed in an instant. Knowing how bad her night terrors got, he knew he needed to act fast.

He was shocked to find her door already open, and Max gently crouched over her. The screams had stopped, but she was still sobbing. Hugging Max like her life depended on it.

Seb smiled at the two and gave them a moment. He was releived she found someone who cared about her.

He knew he had to get her back to bed, though. He crept over to Max and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I'll take it from here." Max looks up at the older man. That same awkwardness about being in a world champion's house now escalated. "Thank you, for staying with her." Seb added in a hope of reassuring the Dutch.

Max just nodded his head and slipped out from her bed. Seb takeong his place and laying her head on his lap.

She was still crying. Seb didn't push her to talk. he just let her cry while he ran his fingers through her hair.

"He came back." She croaks. "He got you and Max." Her visions sometimes found their way into her dreams. It made it hard to decipher what was real and what wasn't.

"It's okay, we're here now. And with the way Max is glued to you, I doubt he's ever going away."

They both chuckle a bit. Eventually, with the calming presence of Seb, sleep comes clawing back to her once more.

Max was elated. He was finally eighteen. He was now a full fledged adult and could do adult things with the team.

And yet, despite that, he chose to spend his birthday with her. The two sprawled out on the floor on his cramped hotel room, eating his favorite foods and watching his favorite movies.

He'd never felt more at peace than in this moment. The warm smiles shared between them, making him wonder how he'd gotten so lucky.

It had been a year. She was now sixteen. Her birthday is a mere reminder that she is a murder. She killed her mother.

She didn't tell anyone. Nobody needed to know because they would want to celebrate. This was not something to he celebrated, but loathed.

But of course, her plans were foiled. She forgot Seb and Hanna had all her information. Of course they would know.

Her and Seb were away for another weekend, but Hanna flew down to surprise her. They made her breakfast that morning and gave her a present. It was odd, and she kept looking at them skeptically. She'd never received a present of her own.

She opens the pretty paper gently. She'd feel bad if she ripped such a delicate thing. The inside reveals a pair of keys.

"We thought since you can get you license now that you would need a car." Squeals Hanna.

She cries. Her hand flying to cover her mouth. She doesn't understand. Isn't this the anniversary of her killing someone? Why were they being so nice to her?

The paddock wasn't any better. Of course, Seb would have told everyone. People were giving her things left and right.

It was to overwhelming.

She snuck out of the Ferrari paddock to find Max. His presence was needed right now. Maybe he'd understand.

She spotted Max outside his garage. Her body moved faster than her mind. When she gets close enough, Max immediately pulls her into him. He grabs her hand and drags her off to his room in the motor home.

"I got you something." He smiles cheekily. Handing over a small cardboard box to her.

She opened it to reveal a slick black screen. A phone? Why had he gotten her a phone? The overwhelming feeling takes hold, and she is once again sobbing at the gesture

Max is frantically trying to get a read on her. "Do you now like it? Did I do something wrong?"

She shakes her head no frantically. Trying to find her words again. "I just don't understand why everyone is being so nice to me."

Max is taken aback. He knew she was American and as far as he's aware, Americans give eachothers presents.

He thinks he might be left to wonder. His mind escapes to thoughts that make no sense. Only to be pulled back by her continued explanation.

"I killed my mom today sixteen years ago. They should be looking away in disgust, not giving me gifts."

Max is constantly learning new things about this girl. He understands the waiver in her voice. The sadness when she looks at Hanna with her baby.

Max is hugging her again. He dosen't normally like physical contact, but for them, it was a way of communicating without words.

He sets his chin on top of her head and runs his fingers along her spine. "That was not your fault. Whoever told you that is a liar and an asshole."

"It feels like most of the things I was told growing up were lies." Sobs of anger and frustration leak out of her eyes.

"Now we get to find the truths, and I'll be here to help you."

Time flies by. Max is nineteen, and she's seventeen.

Seb had gotten her a job test driving for Ferrari and Max had been moved into redbull.

He hadn't been expecting it. He made her pinch him a few times in case he was dreaming. He cried in relief when he knew he wasn't.

Sebastian had grown even fonder of Max. He had a soft spot for the redbull team even if he wasn't driving for them.

Y/N was now diving her time between Max and Seb. And if she wasn't with them, she was probably of trying new idiotic ideas.

The voice in the front of her head said it was for experimental reasons, she she was learning something and making herself stronger as her father made her do. The voice at the back of her head knew the real reason. She liked it. She was in control of it. She deserved it.

Regardless of her reasonings, the sting of the sharp metal she was working with felt annoyingly good as it sliced into her skin.

She felt unlucky that Max had walked in on it again. She was hoping to be cleaned up before he saw her. Someone must have given out her location.

Max sighs and seats himself next to her, inspecting her crimson covered arm.

She cast her gaze downward. Shame creeping over her cheeks.

Max just pulls some bandages out of his pockets and begins trying to slow the bleeding. "Don't be scared. I can feel your body shaking."

Though it wasn't fear she was shaking with, it was anticipation. A dull throb and flash of the possible future showed her that Max was going to hit his hand on the metal and slice his knuckles open.

Just before he can, her hand falls above his, her knuckles taking the damage instead. Max it startled and stunned.

"I always forget how good your reflexes are." He smiles. The warmth of his features causes her to relax. "Next time you decided to work on something I want to be here to watch."

His protectivness over her has seemingly grown over the past couple of years.

Her powers have been coming in handy these days. Seb has been helping her in whatever ways he can. Always making sure she isn't trying to suppress the energy flowing in her veins into a box.

He'd noticed that some things are easier then others. She dosen't heal very often because of the excruciating amount of energy and pain she has to put in.

Small cuts had been getting easier but anything past that was to much.

She knew she was never going to be strong enough to fulfill her desired purpose. But she didn't need to anymore her goals have shifted.

Getting to test drive and try new things for Ferrari felt like a dream. She was able to take her mind out of those innately dark places and clear her head for a moment.

She shocked a lot of people. They weren't expecting her to be any good. Now they were eating their words.

She glides easily around the corners. Her ability to predict helping her immensely. She could see what the car was going to do before it even happened. How was a child who had rarely driven a kart before, driving a formula 1 car like a professional?

Max looked on with pure delight cheering for her as she continued to set faster lap times.

Seb and Max were there waiting for her when she got out of the car. Enveloping both in a hug.

Max hadn't yet been able to determine his feelings for the girl. He'd had partners, but none of them ended well. Mostly because none of them were her.

Curse there stupid age gap. They had met when he had barely turned seventeen, but the public image he had to keep was what was stopping him.

Other drivers on the grid had started to catch on. Seb noticed the longing glances first and the way she was always smiling at her phone second. Lewis noticed how he was always talking to her, even if both of them were busy. Daniel said they are a package deal. You can't have one without the other.

The age issues was one side of the problem, though. The other was that she was absolutely clueless.

Seb had explained to Max that she hadn't been around people much. She had barely any experience with friendships, let alone a romantic relationship. So Max didn't push. He'd let things go on their own time.

Seb had dreaded this dat for since he found out how little knowledge of the world she has. He knew it was going to be awkward and he wishes Hanna were here to save him.

The workers of the paddock and the drivers specifically are known for their lack of filter. She didn't understand half of what was being said but didn't want to seem stupid, so she just laughed with everyone else.

Having the birds and bees talk with a seventeen year old was not on his bucket list.

To his credit, he did try. Then he ended up calling Hanna.

The poor kid went through the four stages of grief.

The interesting part was when Hanna was explaining romantic interests. He took notice of the way the girls eyes lit up when Hanna was describing how it feels to be in love with somone.

Her eyes started to panic for a moment. Like she needed to ground herself because she was going to lose it.

Seb reached out for her and placed his hand over hers. "Are you alright? I know this is a lot and probably uncomfortable. We can stop now if you need."

She shook her head. "No- it's just that - what if I feel those things now?"

"It's normal and completely okay." Seb offers her a gentle smile. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Well, Hanna said that it makes your stomach feel funny and you smile more. I do those things with Max." She explains.

Seb nods his head in understanding. He already knew, but he wanted it to seem like he didn't. "I can't tell you what you're feeling. But, if you like those feelings you get with Max, I would say that you let them guide you."

It was the first time someone told her to follow her feelings and not her head.

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delulujuls · 10 months ago

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before we start

hi, im very glad that you ended up here and i hope you will have fun while staying. but before you will fasten your seatbelt or jump in the dragon saddle, here comes few important things,

firstly, the masterlist:

lando norris & oscar piastri

lando norris

tinder buddies | ln4 loverboy | ln4 (pt2 of tinder buddies) young, dumb & bwoke | ln4

oscar piastri

the prettiest boy in the paddock | op81 papaya nails and everything nice | op81

max verstappen

navy fury | mv33 the mad dutchman and the fearless dutchess | mv33 his eyes | mv33 (pt2 of the mad dutchman and fearless ducthess) it's just us | mv33 (pt3 of the mad dutchman and the fearless dutchess)

lewis hamilton & george russell

fuck, marry, kill | lh44, gr63 snackin' | gr63, lh44

lance stroll & sergio perez

emotional support rivals | ls18, sp11

lance stroll

i'd give you the whole world if i only knew its price | ls18

mick schumacher

friends don't know how you taste | ms47

daniel ricciardo

did i even ever crossed your mind? | dr3

daniel ricciardo & oscar piastri

aussies do it better | op81, dr3

ayrton senna

brazilian air | as12 saudade | as12

charles leclerc

gifted | cl16

so cold | house of the dragon

build bridges, not walls | house of the dragon (pt2 of so cold)

the other one | jacaerys velaryon

the right one | jacaerys velaryon (pt2 of the other one)

the true one | jacaerys velaryon (pt3 of the other one)

healing sessions | aegon II targaryen

go ahead and cry little boy | aegon II targaryen

snow scales | cregan stark

also, i just wanna make some things clear here since im not writing only about fictional characters but about actual people. few times watching tiktok f1 edits i found comments about sexualizing drivers etc and i started spiralling myself and thinking about this case so i decided that i wanna say some things, as an author myself:

things i wrote and the things that i will write in the future, no matter if with +18 content or regular stuff, are complete fiction

the fiction is everything - starting from statements and dialogues, events to even points of view. everything.

i try to perceive the people i write about as fictional (yes, even the real drivers). which is partly true, because I know them only from their versions created by the media - so in reality these people may not exist at all. the only authentic things are names, surnames and professions, which in this case is being drivers

i respect every driver without exception and i hope that what i write is in no way perceived as a lack of respect

i admire them for what they do, how much work they put into achieving success, and i appreciate them greatly for it

and i wanna add that I do not claim rights to any photos, videos or gifs published on this blog. fictional characters were created by the authors of books, films and series and I do not claim any rights to them, unless I indicate that any of the characters is my own. many situations are based on events already described in books, films or TV series and I am not their creator.

speaking of requests, of course you can send them if you have any, but im a picky little bitch and yup, i will read every message but i need to really feel something to write about it. i hope that is okay and you understand that.

anyway, thanks for ur attention and watch out for another shot!

im glad you're here. kiss on the forehead, julie

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years ago

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Wild Nights || CL16 {Epilogue}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x songstress!reader Summary: With a new album out it needs promoting and you find yourself missing Charles while you are in New York for a talkshow interview. Warnings: 18+only, flufffff WC: 1.1k

F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Epilogue

February 2025 “I wish you were here,” you whispered into the phone that you weren’t supposed to have in the talk show studio. “I’m shaking like a leaf.”

“You’ll do great, my love,” he reassured you and you could hear a lot of background noise from the other people at the airport. “I’ll see you soon.”

No sooner had the call ended that the studio lights dimmed and the live audience fell silent.

“Now our next guest really needs no introduction,” Jimmy Fallon began to say while you nervously paced behind the curtain, until Bea pulled you to a stop, “her debut self-titled album went platinum and I have no doubt her new album, Safety Car, will be just as good. Please, put your hands together for Y/N.”

Bea gave you an encouraging push and you forced yourself to focus on putting one foot in front of the other. No matter how many times you took the stage for a concert, or an interview, you still found yourself nervous - but you equally loved the thrill that came with it.

Once you were sitting in the chair the jitters faded away and you fell into the rhythm of answering the questions he fired your way.

“So, Safety Car, talk me through this album. How did you come up with the name?”

“Obviously Charles is a huge part of my life, we have known each other for a couple of years now, and this album was made collaboratively with him. That’s all him on the piano with pieces that he composed, so the journey of this album gives a glimpse into that relationship we have, especially the ups and downs that come with life.

“I’m not sure if you keep up with Formula One, Jimmy, but when there’s danger on the track they deploy a safety car to guide the drivers through that peril. This whole album is about being each other's safety car and helping navigate the other through those hard times.”

“Wow, that is so wholesome and sweet,” he gushed before looking down at his cue card. “But what exactly is ‘that relationship’? Because we know you and Charles are together, everyone and their dog knows you two are together, but there was never actually any announcement as such and now there’s rumours that you secretly tied the knot while you were at the Vegas Grand Prix this year?”

You tipped your head back with a laugh. “You’ll have to ask him that because I don’t think he ever officially asked me out. We kind of just collided and stayed that way.”

“So you aren’t together?” he gasped like it was some scandalous news but you just gave him a wink.

“We love each other dearly, I mean, we found each other when we were both going through a difficult time and helped each other to heal. Any chance we have at seeing each other we take but we have always been aware that the reality is that our lives are in very different places. Charles’ work takes him all over the world and with my second tour coming up there just aren't a lot of places where our lines intersect.”

The crowd sighed sadly but you shrugged it off with a smile as you continued, “Neither of us would ask the other to give up on their dreams, that wouldn’t be love then, would it? It’s what inspired my first single Love Is Letting Go. Charles had an amazing 2024 season and has renewed his contract with Ferrari, and his dream is to win a championship with them in particular so he’s very focused on that for this coming year and I’m so proud of him. Maybe one day our lives will be at the same pace but for now we cherish the moments we do get.”

“Oh don’t we know it,” the host chuckled. “We have all seen the photos floating around whenever you two hit the town. Looks like you have some pretty wild nights out together.”

“We do have a lot of fun. Why not? Life’s too short, might as well be wild and free.”

“That is true, but are you free? How else do you explain this photo?”

A picture appeared on the screen that had been taken inside the infamous White Chapel in Las Vegas. It wasn’t exactly clear who was in the photo because of the costumes but it didn’t take a genius to work out who was standing at the altar getting married.

Pierre’s brown hair stuck out the front of a slick jet-black coifed wig while Bea’s white halter dress barely contained her boobs as she twerked against him. It was a little harder to tell it was you and Charles in front of Arthur, who had bought an online Certificate of Ordination so he could be the celebrant. Your brother-in-law had spent so long trying to find a printer in the hotel that he was last to arrive and left with a Star Wars costume.

“Well, Jimmy, I believe that is Darth Vader, Elvis Presley, Marilyn Monroe, and Bonnie and Clyde. And it looks like they are having one hell of a time.”

“That’s all you’re gonna give us?” he asked with a chuckle and mock disappointment as he shook his head. “Fine, fine. Can you at least give us a song?”

The small side stage was dark when you took your place at the microphone but when the lights came on and illuminated the piano it wasn’t Bea that was sitting there as planned.

The crowd screamed as they saw Charles and your eyes widened, a smile growing as you drank him in after a long two weeks apart. “You’re meant to be on a plane.”

“I got on an earlier one,” he said, the piano microphone picking up his soft words as he sent a wink to the camera, “so I could support my beautiful, talented wife.”

The air froze for a split second before chaos erupted and the audience cheered.

You looked across the stage at Jimmy as a smile broke on your face. “Uh-oh, busted!” You reached into your pocket and slipped the sedate diamond ring you had chosen, opting for something smaller than the huge rock that Charles would have gone for, and slipped it back on your finger that had felt empty without it. “I guess this makes us pretty official.”

Charles teased the crowd as he played the wedding march tune. “There was never any doubt in my mind.”

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evstostuff · 1 year ago

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Consequences To Your Actions

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Warning: 18+, language, little bit of nipple play, no sex, bit of dirty talk, French petname, fingering, female receiving

Word count: 1,637….a sort of short one to ease me back in

Note: I just want to apologise for how crappy I have been with my writing. Really really hoping I can get back into it again.

A little bit of excitement for you guys...I have a mafia Carlos idea brewing at the moment so that should be interesting!!

My requests are definitely open so if you want something specific let me know :)

His eyes rolled.

He rolled them into oblivion.

You felt the anger bubble up inside of you. How could he be so stupid to roll his eyes with several cameras, interviewers and team staff.

His arrogance radiated, everyone could feel it.

Charles had finally got a podium. It was a massive boost to his confidence, hence the whole pompous act he had going on during the post race press conference with Max and Checo.

The press wasn’t paying him any attention and it was clearly eating away at his ego.

His eyes locked on yours. You scowled at him, expressing your distain for his attitude.

Your scolding stare did nothing but bought a smirk to spread across his lips.

His smirk had the desired effect. You could feel the moisture gathering in the lace of your panties.

You and Charles had a mutual agreement. No strings, just sex and keep it quiet. It was a perfect setup, both healing from past relationship wounds and travelling around the world with the same schedule. It satisfied you both. Due to the four week long break between Australia and Azerbaijan, you both hadn’t seen each due to family and work commitments.

The press conference had started to wrap up as you got a text from your boss asking you to come to her office.

Shit.

She must have seen Charles reaction. Notifications had started to flood in on all social media platforms, picking up on Charles’ little eye roll.

You stormed out of the media room with Charles following quickly at your heels.

“Y/N wait for me.” The Monegasque shouted after you.

Luckily the Ferrari hospitality wasn’t too far from the media rooms.

Charles’ fingers touched the bare skin on your arm. His touched burned deep into your skin and started to radiate through your body. You were snapped out of your trance as you turned and slammed into his muscular fireproof clad chest.

“What?”

Confusion flooded his features.

“Y/N…” He whispered.

“You know what Charles, you may have just got a podium after a shitty couple of races but it doesn’t mean you get to ruin everyone else day just because your ego got bruised due the conference.” Your words dripped with venom.

“I’m so sor.”

“Save your apology. Thanks to you I am about to get told off because you cannot control your actions and be mature.”

Charles’ face dropped as he studied your features. He had never seen you this angry before.

You turned away from him and rushed to your manager’s office.

The meeting consisted of you getting scolded like a toddler about how unprofessional Charles had been and that you should’ve prepared him properly for the conference.

Walking out of the hospitality building you looked at your phone. Two new messages from Charles.

Charles: I am so sorry Y/N, I acted like a dick and didn’t think how it would affect you.

Charles: This is not how I wanted this weekend to go after not seeing you for four weeks. I’m in my drivers room, come see me please x

You sighed. All the anger disappeared at his apology.

Slowly you made your way to his driver room.

His door was left slightly open. “Charles. It’s me.”

Your eyes scanned the Monégasque. His race suit still hanging off his hips, his fireproof top clinging to ever curve of his muscles. This is how you liked him, post race and untamed.

“I am so sorry Y/N. I wasn’t thinking at all about how my actions could reflect on you. Please forgive me.” Charles closed the gap between you to enclose your face in his large hands.

His touch sent shivers throughout you body.

All weekend the pair of you had struggled. You wanted nothing more but to be alone with Charles so that you could both forget about the pressures and demands of the job.

His eyes stared into yours. The green orbs begged more than his words did for forgiveness. You wanted to forgive him but something about this all seemed like it was far too easy for him.

“I don’t know Charles. That meeting was awful, she really laid into me. If you really are sorry, you’ll show me.” You held Charles eye contact as you detached his hands from your cheeks.

His hopefully eyes dropped into sadness.

“Actions speak louder than words Char.” You purred as you smirked up at him.

You watched Charles’ eyes wash with lust.

“Oh mon cherie, I’m going to show you how sorry I really am.”

He looked at you like you were his next meal. He played the game of cat and mouse too well. He closed the gap, you stepped back repeatedly until your back hit door.

Charles wrapped his hand around your neck and slammed his lips on your. The kiss was rough, filled with so much desire, it made your knees weak. You gave up all control to him and let his tongue roam your mouth as his other hand made it’s way down you body and to your skirt.

You were dripping. You arousal started to seem through the lace of your thong and down you thigh as Charles kissed and sucked all the right places on your neck. Your small moans bounced off the walls of his driver room.

“Be a good girl and stay quiet for me or you’ll get us caught.” Charles whispered in your ear as his fingers dipped into you panties and circled your clit.

He was right where you craved him. The pleasure washed through you. All you wanted to do was moan his name, tell him and everyone how good he made you feel.

“Take it off.” Charles grunted at you, eyes shifting to your shirt.

You did as you were told. The shirt was gone in seconds.

Charles chuckled.

“You that eager for me to see those pretty tits of yours.” Charles eyes were glued to your breasts as they rose with your heavy breathing.

The feeling of Charles’ fingers was staring to become overwhelming. He was pleasuring you but by god was he dragging it out.

Slow sloppy kisses along your neck.

Gentle nibbles on your earlobes.

Fingers circling your clit leaving you wanting him to do so much more.

“Char pl..please more.”

Your eyes locked, pleading for him to give you something. His free hand pulled a cup of your bra down.

You watched in awe as Charles’ tongue flicked over your hard nipple, causing you whimper at the pleasure shooting down to your core.

Charles fingers came away from your clit and down towards where your wetness was leaking. Without warning, he pushed one singular finger inside you.

“Charles.” You were getting impatient. The orgasm you craved was teetering on the edge.

One look in your eyes and Charles knew you were close.

Charles added a second finger. He started off gentle, curling his fingers against your g-spot.

You were a mess. Mascara streamed down your face due to the torture Charles was making you endure.

“I really am sorry mon cherie.” Charles whispered in your ear.

“I only ever want to make that pussy wet.”

The speed of his fingers increased.

“I want to always make you look this fucked every time I have my fingers inside you.”

He adjusted the angle of his fingers.

“I only ever want to hear you moaning my name and begging me to fuck you.”

Charles got faster. It was the perfect combination.

His possessive word caused your head to tilt back against the door as the the knot of pleasure in your stomach started to reach its peak.

“I don’t ever want to make you mad.”

You were so close. Charles could feel you clenching around his fingers.

“Cum for me mon cherie.” Charles whispered as he latched himself to your exposed nipple.

His words of encouragement pushed you over the edge.

“Fuuuck Char.”

There was nothing you could do, your whole body washed with pleasure as you throbbed around Charles’ fingers.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl.” Charles cooed, holding you steady as he continued to help you ride out your orgasm.

Charles just watched, dick completely hard against his race suit leaking with pre-cum.

A knock on the door interrupted both of your trances.

“Charles, it’s Pierre you ready to leave yet?”

“Shit what do we do?” You frantically pushed Charles away from you.

“Just go into the bathroom.” Charles picked your shirt up and pushed you towards the small bathroom.

You re-dressed and adjusted yourself whilst trying to listen into what the two drivers where talking about.

“Mate, why does it look like you’ve just had sex?”

You sniggered at Pierre’s question. Shit.

The door swung open.

“Hi y/n. Your mascara is a bit smudged” Pierre smirked.

You frantically rubbed at your face trying to remove the marks and hide your embarrassment.

“Erm thanks.” You smiled at the Frenchman.

“Well it’s about time you two did something about the sexual tension. It was really starting to make the paddock uncomfortable.”

Both you and Charles looked at Pierre in confusion. Both of you had tried to be discreet.

He rolled his eyes and tutted.

“I’ll meet you at the car Charles. Don’t be too long will you.” Pierre winked and walked off.

You checked in the mirror that you had removed the mascara smudges from your face and turned to Charles.

“Don’t ever piss me off like that again.” You pointed at him.

“You seemed to enjoy the apology though.” Charles smirked, eyeing you up and down.

“Just because I enjoyed it doesn’t mean you are forgiven.” You cooed as you went to leave.

Charles grabbed your wrist and span you round into him.

“And how do I get you to forgive me?” He brushed your hair out of your face.

“Actually I have a few ideas, if you wouldn’t mind me trying.” He didn’t give you time to respond before his lips had captured yours in a heated, lust filled kiss.

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bawsixteen · 1 year ago

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It is time to change my lock screen wallpaper

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thisismeracing · 1 year ago

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I hope you're feeling better soon! 🫶🏼

As for thots : Carlos taking care of his wife who feels a bit unwell and might be involved in F1 too with her job.

Mick dating Leclerc sister and the brothers find out due to a picture cue them giving him a shovel talk.

Lewis being married to someone who surprises him with Roscoe at a race.

All your thots being utterly in love with their girls and showing it the world.

Thank you, babyyy 🩵🩵

Carlos: Maybe youre just having trouble adjusting the timezone, you end up messing your whole clock and start to feel sick. Carlos notices and is quick to offer you water, and pause things for a bit so you can lie down on his driver’s room because ofc you refuse to go back to the hotel and he knows he wont win this argument (much like the other ones bc you’re too stubborn for your own good). you end up napping for a bit and sharing a quick snack in the cafeteria before you’re good to go - not without one of his healing kisses hehe.

Mick: kajxjsjdjs you go out on a double date with estie bestie and he posts on his close friends the picture with the most obvious caption: double date. and you couldnt even try and lie because the possessive hand mick had on your waist screamed the intimacy of a couple. charles was ????? the second he saw the picture, and then he was fumming and getting lorenzo and arthur to talk to you, only to be met with mick in your apartment, so yup, they had the talk w you and w your bf, but secretly they’re happy its mick, they know he’s a good guy, they’re just being protective older brothers.

Lewis: he was bummed you couldnt make it to the race, and neither could roscoe because you asked him to have the dog’s company since he would be traveling, and lewis knew how lonely it could get, so of course he left roscoe and got ready for racing week. what he didnt expect was to be met with you and roscoe at his driver’s room right before qualy. many many hugs and kisses, and laughs and “I can’t believe you were able to pull this” and you shrug, telling him you had his team’s help. safe to say that he did the best qualy, and the best race of the season with the double motivation.

#millies inbox #anon #ms47 #mick schumacher #thots #f1 x reader #lh44 #lewis hamilton #leclerc!reader #carlos sainz #cs55

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you know what would be fun😊, if that was a dream that he had and she's actually alive and moves on to find someone who absolutely adores her and worships the ground she walks on. why do women have to suffer😭😭😭 especially because of men😭 you're so sick, like that fic made me SICK to my stomach. I don't think i can look at it again 😭

i’m secretly honored i affected you that much, means my writing isn’t shitty, and it had the emotion i wanted 🤭🤭

just for you anon 🫶🏾

au to Love in the Dark

Y/N stood under the brilliant lights of the Dolby Theatre, clutching her Oscar with a trembling hand. Her heart soared with a mix of disbelief and euphoria. The crowd's applause washed over her, a tidal wave of validation for years of relentless dedication and hard work. As she delivered her acceptance speech, she radiated confidence and joy, the picture of success and happiness.

It hadn't always been this way. Just a few years ago, Y/N had been entwined in a tumultuous relationship with Charles Leclerc, the rising star of Formula 1. Their love affair had been the stuff of tabloids—glamorous, passionate, and ultimately, tragic. Charles had cheated on her multiple times, shattering her trust and breaking her heart. The breakup had been public and messy, leaving Y/N to pick up the pieces of her life while under the scrutiny of the media.

But Y/N was resilient. She threw herself into her work, channeling her pain into her performances. Each role she took on was a step towards healing, a way to reclaim her narrative. Over time, her talent shone through, earning her critical acclaim and adoration from fans worldwide. She moved on, building a life that was rich and fulfilling, far removed from the shadows of her past.

Charles, on the other hand, struggled. His career, once so promising, had hit a series of stumbling blocks. Despite his undeniable skill, he couldn't secure the elusive championship win. His seat in the prestigious Ferrari team was at risk, his future in the sport uncertain. The pressures of the racing world, combined with his personal regrets, weighed heavily on him.

As Y/N celebrated her Oscar win, Charles watched through the screen, a pang of bittersweet regret piercing his heart. He couldn't help but reflect on their time together and the choices he had made. Seeing Y/N so radiant and successful was a stark reminder of what he had lost. His career might be on the line, but it was the emptiness in his personal life that haunted him most.

Y/N, now surrounded by supportive friends and family, had found a new love—one that respected and cherished her. She no longer needed to look back. The future was bright, and she was ready to embrace it with open arms. As she left the stage, her Oscar in hand, she knew she had won more than just an award. She had won her happiness, her freedom, and her life back

#ꨄ࿎victoria’s writings!!࿎ꨄ #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #anon asks! ༯ #❥ victoria’s asks!! ༯

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magicalonsomanydances · 5 months ago

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Alright before the Spanish GP I had posted my top ten favorite drivers now that we've got a break here's the new list

Carlos Sainz - this is never changing. I got into F1 because of him. Now if only he'd announce where he's going next

Fernando Alonso - and much like some of his famous on track overtakes this man has come outta nowhere to steal 2nd place courtesy of scratching my millennial brain in all the right places and being a meme, a legend, a chaos gremlin and a sex god

Esteban Ocon - is he still a problem child? Yes. Do I still love him and want him to have a redemption arc? Also yes. Este my brother just settle your ass down

George Russell - the man shouted a Flintstones quote upon winning Austria, he's so sweet to his gf, and in general is just very polite and caring if also a bit adorably awkward at times. Plus the Goat Simulator stream video lives in my head rent free

Daniel Ricciardo - literally the male high performance athlete version of me. Except I'm actually from Texas and I think I may act less Texan than that man does

Logan Sargent - I'm American and he's our only driver and while on the track he's been a bit of a disappointment I love that he has been nothing but class as a person. Also he legitimately looks like Captain America fucked an apple pie he's just SO American

Oscar Piastri - I just love Lando's tired parent Oscar who's just so delightfully dry. He's my fav baby on the grid. Must protect Piastri at all costs

Charles Leclerc - I got into this sport because of the C² videos so he's always gonna have to show up in these lists even if he had that "ding dong" with Carlos that made me wanna smack him in the head with a toaster because Carlos is always so supportive of his team mates and Charles was not matching the energy that week.

Lando Norris - he's so sweet with the kiddos and just such a kid himself he's a delight. Also really mate? You just yeet Oscar's shoe away? Lol

Alex Albon - I don't know if anyone on the grid could be purer. He's made of snowflakes and powdered sugar and dandelion fluffs. He is too pure for this world and unlike Oscar who absolutely can look out for himself cause he's a badass I legitimately want to bubble wrap this precious nugget

Honorable mention my trauma vehicle Max Verstappen who still inspires me when it comes to healing from a hard ass dad but I can definitely do without a Verstappen win so he didn't make the list lol

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bloomingpresent · 28 days ago

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FERRO ROSSO Chapter IX

Pairing: Charles Leclerc/Female reader digital artist older woman

Summary: in your mid 30’s you never imagined you’d be divorced. To help with the healing process you decide to return to your first love: digital illustration. Posting videos of your art online leads you to work for Ferrari. But you never thought it’d lead you to find somebody who’s going to bring you back to trust again in love.

Warnings: NSFW! 18+, swearing mention of sexual words, consensual sex, penetration, cheating, sexually themed. IT’S ALL ABOUT REVERSE AGE GAP HERE. Older woman with a younger man. They are both adults, don’t be judgemental.

Disclaimer: I don’t mean any offense to Mr. Leclerc.

English isn’t my first language so all mistakes are my own.

All the previous chapters are here

Charles POV:

Charles watches you leave for the briefing, your back straight, your steps brisk. He's stuck in place, his jaw tight, his mind churning with guilt and determination. It’s not supposed to be this way, he thinks. He had dragged you into his world—one that’s all speed, noise, and constant scrutiny—without considering the consequences.

But he couldn’t deny what he felt, even if the timing was terrible. Seeing you with your guarded eyes and sharp wit had been a breath of fresh air. You were different from everyone else in the paddock: you saw beyond the shiny facade and asked him questions that cut straight to the heart. It’s no wonder he was hooked from the start.

The problem was the mess he created. He had been careless. Bringing his girlfriend to that party after things had gotten intense between the two of you was reckless and cruel. It wasn’t fair to anyone, least of all to you. Now he’s left with the fallout: a tangled mess of desire, regret, and a desperate need to fix things.

As the media commitments continue, Charles finds himself half-listening to questions, his focus elsewhere. Every time you enter his line of sight, there’s a tug at his chest. He’s reminded of the stolen moments you’ve shared, both fiery and tender, and how they’ve been tainted by his mistakes.

When there’s a brief pause in the chaos, he seizes the chance to corner you in a quiet alcove of the paddock. You look wary as he approaches, arms crossed as if to shield yourself from whatever he might say.

“I need to talk to you,” he starts, his voice low but urgent.

“Now?” You raise an eyebrow, not backing down. “I’m trying to do my job, Charles.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. But I need you to hear me out, please.”

You glance around, making sure no one is watching. “This better be good.”

He lets out a frustrated breath, running a hand through his hair. “I screwed up. I know that. I never meant for you to get hurt, but I can’t change what happened.”

“Then what’s the point of this conversation?” you ask, your tone icy.

“I want you to understand why I pushed for this role for you. It wasn’t just for me—it was because I believe in you, in your talent. You deserve this opportunity.”

“You can’t just manipulate my career because you feel guilty,” you snap, eyes blazing. “This isn’t some twisted form of compensation, Charles.”

“It’s not about guilt,” he insists, taking a step closer. “It’s about what’s real between us. I know it’s a mess, but I care about you more than I’ve ever cared about anyone.”

There it is, raw and exposed. He watches you process his words, your defenses visibly wavering for a moment before snapping back into place.

“Caring isn’t enough,” you say quietly. “I need to protect myself, and I can’t do that if I’m constantly trying to decipher your feelings or your motives.”

He feels a pang of helplessness, a sense that he’s losing you before he ever truly had you. “I don’t want to lose you,” he admits, his voice breaking slightly. “I know I have no right to ask for another chance, but I’m asking anyway.”

You take a deep breath, looking conflicted. “I don’t know if I can trust you, Charles. Not after everything.”

The vulnerability in your eyes is like a punch to his gut. He reaches out, but you instinctively pull back, as if afraid to let him get too close.

“I get it,” he says softly, dropping his hand. “But I won’t give up. Not on you, not on us—whatever ‘us’ even means right now.”

“Why does this matter so much to you?” you demand, voice trembling with a mix of anger and sadness.

“Because you matter to me,” he answers simply. “And I know I’m not good at this—I mess things up, and I’m scared as hell of making it worse. But I want to try, if you’ll let me.”

There’s a long silence, heavy with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. He waits, hoping you’ll find a way to meet him halfway. But as you look at him, he sees the walls you’ve built and knows it’ll take more than words to break them down.

“Right now,” you finally say, your voice steady, “I just need space to figure things out. If you really care, you’ll respect that.”

It’s not the answer he wants, but it’s something. He nods slowly, accepting your terms even as it tears at him.

“Okay,” he agrees. “But I’m not giving up. Not yet.”

You don’t respond, your eyes lingering on him for a second longer before you turn and walk away, leaving him standing alone in the narrow corridor. The weight of his mistakes hangs heavy, but for the first time, he feels a glimmer of hope. It’s fragile and uncertain, but it’s there.

And maybe, just maybe, that’s enough—for now.

Later at Y/N’s hotel room.

You toss and turn in bed, sleep eluding you. You replay the heated conversation with Charles in your head, dissecting every word, every emotion. You feel trapped between two opposing desires: the need to protect your heart and the undeniable pull he has on you. By the time dawn breaks, you’re no closer to a decision.

“Ugh,” you groan into your pillow, realizing that in just a few hours you’ll have to face him again.

The morning sun streams through the curtains of your hotel room, reminding you that it’s already practice day. You gather your things, determined to maintain your professionalism despite the swirling emotions inside. You quickly get dressed and head to the paddock, hoping that the chaos of race weekend will distract you.

The paddock is buzzing with activity as you arrive. Engines roar, media scramble for interviews, and teams rush around in a flurry of preparation. You take a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for the day ahead.

Charles is already at the Ferrari garage, his focus seemingly on the upcoming session. You try to keep your distance, but as the team starts gathering for a quick briefing, you have no choice but to join him.

“Morning,” he greets, his voice casual but his eyes searching yours.

“Morning,” you reply, keeping your tone neutral.

There’s a moment of awkward silence as the rest of the team begins discussing logistics. You scribble notes furiously, trying to keep your mind from wandering to the way his jaw tenses when he concentrates, or the faint stubble lining his chin.

During the session, you’re forced to work side by side, monitoring media requests and planning interviews. The close proximity makes your skin tingle, but you do your best to stay focused. At one point, Charles leans closer to look at the list on your tablet, his arm brushing against yours.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, but there’s a hint of something more in his voice—something that makes your breath hitch.

“It’s fine,” you manage to say, though your voice is tighter than you’d like.

Just as things start to feel overwhelmingly intense, Carlos Sainz appears, grinning like he’s in on a private joke.

“Hola, Y/N!” he exclaims, his energy infectious. “You seem stressed. Charles giving you a hard time, huh?”

You laugh, relieved for the distraction. “He’s always a handful.”

Carlos chuckles, playfully nudging Charles with his elbow. “Don’t worry. I can be your new assistant if he gets too annoying. I make excellent coffee, you know.”

Charles shoots Carlos a look, trying to play it off, but you see the tension in his posture. He’s not used to seeing you this relaxed with someone else, and it clearly bothers him.

“Careful, Carlos,” Charles warns with a smirk, though his eyes flash with something darker. “She might actually take you up on that.”

“Oh, really?” you tease, enjoying the game. “Maybe I will. I could use someone more reliable.”

Carlos laughs loudly, enjoying the banter. “I am always at your service, Y/N. Anything to make Charles squirm a little.”

It’s meant to be a lighthearted jab, but it has a different effect. You see Charles’s jaw clench, his gaze narrowing as he watches the interaction between you and Carlos. He’s not amused anymore—he’s irritated, maybe even jealous.

As the conversation continues, Carlos’s playful demeanor makes you feel seen in a way that doesn’t involve the heavy tension you’ve had with Charles. For a moment, you let yourself forget the drama, laughing at Carlos’s jokes and enjoying the easy chemistry.

But then you catch Charles’s gaze, and the intensity in his eyes nearly takes your breath away. It’s as if he’s silently telling you that this playful game with Carlos isn’t going to change anything between you and him. You feel a rush of heat at the thought, a reminder of the magnetic pull you’ve been trying to resist.

The rest of the morning passes in a blur. Charles is distant but focused, and you sense a simmering frustration beneath his calm exterior. You wonder if he’s regretting pushing you into this role, or if he’s more determined than ever to keep you close.

As the day winds down, you retreat to your hotel room, hoping for a moment of clarity. But all you feel is confusion. Your body hums with the memory of Charles’s touch, your mind replaying the way he looked at you earlier—like he couldn’t decide whether to kiss you or fight you.

You’re just starting to unwind when there’s a knock at your door.

Your heart leaps, and you instinctively know who it is.

You pause at the door, your hand hovering above the handle. You know who’s on the other side, and the weight of the moment makes your breath catch. When you finally gather the courage to open it, Charles stands there, the dim lighting from the hallway casting shadows on his face.

His expression is conflicted—equal parts desire and hesitation. “Can I come in?” he asks softly, his voice almost uncertain for the first time.

You nod silently, stepping aside to let him in. The room feels charged, the air thick with unspoken words. As he steps closer, you see the storm of emotions swirling in his eyes. You can’t hold back any longer; whatever this is, it’s real and it’s right here in front of you.

“I tried to stay away,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. “But I can’t. I don’t want to pretend anymore.”

You swallow hard, the vulnerability in his words breaking down the last of your defenses. “I don’t know how to do this,” you admit, voice shaky.

“Then let’s figure it out together,” he says, his gaze intense as he takes your hand, slowly pulling you closer.

There’s a moment of stillness before he dips his head, his lips brushing softly against yours. It’s tentative at first, as if he’s testing your response. But the second you kiss him back, something snaps—like a dam breaking, releasing a flood of suppressed longing. His kiss deepens, urgent yet tender, as if he’s trying to convey everything he can’t say in words.

His hands cup your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks, and the tenderness of the gesture makes your heart swell. You can feel his need for you, but it’s laced with a kind of reverence that makes your body shiver. You respond in kind, letting your hands find their way to his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heartbeat beneath your palms.

Charles’s lips trail down to your neck, leaving a path of heat in their wake. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers against your skin, the words raw and reverent.

The world outside ceases to exist. All that matters is the warmth of his touch, the way he seems to worship every part of you with his mouth and hands. His fingers are gentle, tracing your skin as if he’s savoring the feel of you beneath his fingertips.

He lifts you effortlessly, carrying you to the bed as if you’re something precious. When he lays you down, there’s a moment where he just looks at you, his eyes filled with an unspoken promise.

You undress each other. Words are replaced by caresses and kisses. This is not just sex, this is intimacy.

“I want to make you feel good,” he murmurs, his voice heavy with need but tinged with a softness that takes you by surprise.

And he does. He’s slow, deliberate, taking his time to explore you with a kind of devotion you’ve never felt before. His mouth trails down your body, and every kiss, every touch, feels like a silent vow. He’s attentive, reading every gasp, every arch of your back, as he finds the rhythm that makes you tremble beneath him.

You're still tense, you know this isn't just sex, and you don't want to let go.

“Let go,” he urges, his voice low and coaxing as he moves in a way that’s both commanding and tender. “I want this for you.”

And you do. You let yourself fall into the moment, giving in to the waves of pleasure that crash over you, raw and overwhelming. Charles watches you with an intensity that makes you feel cherished, his eyes locked on yours even as you lose yourself completely.

The way his tongue plays with your nipples, the way his fingers caress your clit. It's all designed to give you pleasure. Maybe he's not thinking about it, maybe he's acting on instinct, you can't figure it out right now.

When he finally takes you fully, it’s slow and gentle at first, as if he’s savoring every second. He’s careful, almost reverent, but as the tension builds, the urgency grows. His thrusts become more insistent, matching the rising heat between you. You meet each other in a perfect rhythm, bodies moving together in a way that feels both primal and achingly intimate.

He is also vulnerable now, he is not thinking about himself, he is thinking about giving you pleasure, seeing and feeling the way your body responds, fills him with pleasure too.

He whispers your name like a prayer, his voice husky and filled with desire. “I don’t want this to end,” he admits between ragged breaths, his forehead pressed against yours.

You cling to him, the intensity of the moment making your heart feel raw. “Then don’t,” you whisper back, your voice filled with emotion.

It’s a feverish kind of passion, but beneath it all, there’s a softness, a tenderness that wraps around you like a warm embrace. It’s not just about the physical—it’s about something deeper, something that’s been simmering between you for too long.

You moan his name as he brings you to climax. The feeling of your orgasms around him and the way you moan his name brings him to climax as well. He doesn't take his eyes off of you as he finishes. The connection.

He kisses your neck after a few moments of sliding out of you. He goes to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. You're staring at the ceiling savoring the pleasure.

When he comes back, you lie together, tangled in sheets and each other’s warmth. Charles’s fingers trace patterns on your skin, his breath still uneven. You’re both quiet, the silence filled with a kind of contentment you hadn’t expected.

But you know he can’t stay. It’s clear in the way he holds you a little tighter, as if trying to imprint the memory of this moment before reality intrudes.

“Stay,” you whisper, the word slipping out before you can stop it.

He lifts his head, brushing a soft kiss against your forehead. “I wish I could,” he says honestly, regret etched in his voice. “But I have to be up early.”

The thought of him leaving makes your chest tighten, but you nod, understanding. He carefully untangles himself from you, pulling on his clothes with quiet efficiency. Before he leaves, he sits on the edge of the bed, his hand reaching out to gently stroke your hair.

“I’m not walking away,” he promises, his voice soft but firm. “We’ll figure this out.”

You manage a small smile, your heart aching even as hope flares. “I know.”

He leans down for one last kiss, soft and lingering, as if he’s trying to hold onto this moment for as long as he can. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he whispers against your lips.

Then he’s gone, the door clicking softly behind him. You’re left lying in the dark, feeling a mix of fulfillment and longing that you can’t quite put into words. It’s the start of something, but what that ‘something’ is, you’re not sure yet.

All you know is that you’re willing to find out.

P.S: I'd love your here your feedback! Or if you have any suggestions. I had a bit of a emotional brake downwriting that last part. And please! Oh please listen to that song in the story. Love ya!

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dreamauri · 11 months ago

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┇𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗦 - alt ending ┇ ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ ┇what if things go an different direction? ┇maybe you were meant to be together differently. ┇︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦˚₊ ┇ . 🌿 :: pairing — ( charles leclerc x ex-wife! driver! reader ) ┇ . 🫧 :: ⁠genre — ( angst ) ┇ . 🌿 :: ⁠word count — ( 748 ) ╰ 🫧 :: ⁠ content warning — ( X )

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It's the first time he's seen you in a while. The first time in a while where his breath was caught in his throat and his heart was thumping all the way in his ears. He couldn't bare to look at you. And even when he was looking away, your voice was tearing him apart. He could see your reflection in his champagne glass receive the trophy for the winning WEC team.

Charles didn't know how to feel. He couldn't believe it. You'd won WEC? With Ferrari as well. He was so proud of you. He was so happy, that you'd finally been able to use your talent and write your name in the hall of fame. But then again. He's be even happier if he'd been the one to help you achieve this award. Even better, he'd want you to be the person that helped him achieve winning the championship in his own sport.

He had no idea it would be this hard giving a speech to his family and team now that he knew you were watching. He couldn't help but think, were you happy to see him as well. His eyes searched for you in the crowd as his team principle gave his own thank you speech for the constructors.

He couldn't help but gulp, holding eye contact with you. He'd find you. He'd always find. Even among a thousand people sitting in the dark. He knew that look in your eyes. Pain? Hurt? Loneliness? More even. Charles looked away, putting on a smile, mumbling a thanks as he left to the backstage from where he can return to his seat.

He'd put the F1 trophy on the table, his name now written with all the other legends. Among the best drivers in the world. People around his table whispered praises and congratulations. But he could only think of you, sitting in a table somewhere behind him. With your own trophy, and people whispering praises. And you'd only think of him.

It's ironic how together nothing but chaos ensued for your careers and when apart success was literally chasing after you. Was this was how it was meant to be? Was it better this way? Surly not. He'd spend the best moments of his life with you. Memories that are painful as they are beautiful and irreplicable.

His thoughts continued to rummage throughout the night. Charles didn't touch his food or drink, heading straight to the underground parking lot to get back to his hotel in record time. Well, until he ran into you. Now that he's looking up close. You were as beautiful as the day he met you.

you cleared your throat, standing a few feet in front of him not saying a thing. trophy in hand, but you wanted to dump it. It was getting annoying. All this attention. You'd long stopped caring for winning and awards, only chasing a feeling of being in the car. One that only the person in infront of you could bring you.

The two of you stood there, silent and unmoving for a good 15 minutes. There was clear fear that any flinch or wince and you'd drive the other away. And who knows when you'll meet again? Maybe never. Maybe that's how it should be? Oh what a stupid thought, you shook it out of your head quickly, marching past Charles in the uncomfortable heels, towards your purple SF90.

You could physically feel the disappointment in Charles as he sighed. It's not like you can dump this stupid trophy and pull Charles from his collar into a kiss. You technically could because he was still standing there, staring at the floor. You were sure this was a bad idea, tossing your trophy in the plush seats and pulling the cursed heals off. Charles turned to look at you confused, taken aback.

You stood closer to him this time, less than an inch separating your chest from his, holding deep eye contact. While i look of fear and uncertainty was on his face, a scowl covered yours as you roughly pulled him down from his tie, smashing your lips to his. The trophy fell on the floor with a loud clang, probably breaking. But Charles had no care. He found his fingers were at home in your now grown out hair.

This would be no more than an affair. A well hidden and hated affair. After all, this wasn't meant to be a 'happy ever after'.

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adventuringblind · 1 year ago

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Drive with you Forever

Chapter Ten: a monster or a hero?

Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris X reader

Chapter summary: things come to a climatic peak at Abu Dhabi

Warnings: GORE, depictions of abuse, minor character death, description of injuries and blood, panic attacks, annoying first responders, gun and knife violence

Notes: wow I enjoyed this chapter. It was so much fun to write. I think going from action to intimate with the transition actually worked better then I thought it would. Not something I can say about my other work 😒😂

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She’s aware of the drops of blood running down her fingers onto the tarmac of the track. The lighta of Abu Dhabi illuminates her skin as she stands with shaky knees. She can smell the rage falling of the man in waves. His movements were clumsier in his anger.

He’d made a mistake in thinking he could touch them.

He’d been wrong to assume she would give in so easily.

Now, with a grin on her face and crimson cover face, she proves he created the killer he always claimed her to be.

Aside from Jos and his odd interactions with her, paddock like was peaceful.

She’d gone back to analyzing data and tinkering with the cars. Using the rest of the season to simply heal. She was here because she wanted to be. She was here supporting her loves. She was here because this is her passion.

Redbull had been on fire since she got back to working with data and strategy. She loves driving, but this felt more like her. She’d made peace that her body would never be the same. Christian respects her choice and appreciates her for everything she’s done. Hence why she will always have a place in the Redbull garage, according to him.

Nights with her boys have been calm (for the most part). They are on a high after their tedious streak of lows. They’d spoiled her relentlessly after they almost lost her.

Max has finally managed to learn how to get his feelings across. It took him almost losing all of his partners to figure it out. He has Seb to thank for that.

She walked in in the German gently explaining to Max that he needs to tell them how he feels because bottling it up isn’t healthy and despite one of his partners being superhuman, she isn’t a mind reader.

Boy did he sob. They all did really. They pulled together as a unit after that. Not just being there for each other, but a team that works together to overcome the challenges and difficulties that life throws at them.

They are together. They are a family. They are bonded together by something deeper then love.

She’d found a way to help her confidence in being independent. How you ask? Getting one step closer to being a superhero.

Her martial arts had been coming along amazingly. Her trainer was impressed with how quick she progressed. It’s definitely helps that her visions had gotten better and she could see the possible outcome of a fight before it even happened. Sometimes while she was sparring, she’d be able to control her visions enough to just get a glimpse of her opponents next move.

She’d practiced with a few firearms and knew how to pull them apart and put them together with the wave of a finger. She could help guide bullets to their intended destinations with hardly any aim.

It’s safe to say she feels like she could take on the world. She just hopes she doesn’t have to.

It’s a funny thing to her, that even though she could kick someone’s ass into next year, her three partners still baby her.

Lando has found that his favorite place is having her in his arms. He claims if he lets go she might disappear.

Charles is always talking to her. Her tells her every reason why he loves her daily because he almost didn’t get a chance to tell her at all.

Max is vulnerable with her. The work of racing paints him to be cold-hearted and a villain, his father not helping much in that regard. Now he shows her every emotion he kept hidden away. He cries and laughs and lets the three of you see a side of him the cameras don't.

Everything was falling into place. The peace and happiness she wanted so bad was finally within reach.

But is seems nothing ever goes to plan.

The energy she worked so hard to keep in control was taking over for her. The locked box she didn't want to open had now exploded. A urge of something she'd never experienced before flying out.

It didn't help he was holding Lando by the throat. The Brit had been through enough already. His eyes are pleading with anyone. If he could just free himself from whatever was holding him there then maybe he could help her.

But she didn't need help.

Two sets of hands on his shoulders became one. The man on his left projecting something at his lover.

The glint of metal from the knife left his hands and landed itself in her shoulder. He could hear her skin ripping open. The blood starting to pool around the new wound.

She'd already killed three of them. The ones who had initially grabbed the three boys.

Their throats had all been sliced open on the track.

These men had been shouting the names they know her by. Killer. Betrayer. Monster.

Don't they know they made her this way?

The knife that had found its way into her skin is pulled out with a vile squelch. She looks down and smiles. The pain only encouraging her to keep going.

The laugh that falls from her mouth is terrifying.

She throws the knife back at its original owner. Her hand still outstretched and guiding the thin weapon. It sticks in a place he won't recover from. His body crumbles to the ground. Blood leaking from the gaping hold in his chest.

Originally, Lando thought he might die here. These stupid people holding him captive on the empty track had talked about ways they wanted to end him.

He was scared and shaking for fifteen minutes before she came to his rescue. He was still shaking as the other man pinning him in his place took off running.

She just watched him go. If he wasn't going to fight her and run away like a coward instead, then it's a waste of her energy to go after him.

She was on her knees in front of Lando in an instant. Her eyes rake over his body to look for any signs of injury. Satisfied, she unties all the ropes that had made his escape impossible.

His turn now to assess her. Lando's hand flying up to put pressure on the slit on her shoulder.

"What the hell is going on?" The waiver in his voice is not even trying to hide itself.

"My father has decided to use a different means to get to me.”

He's shocked at how steady her voice is. He can see the murky fear in her eyes, but also something he can't pinpoint.

"Are you alright?"

"Shaken up, obviously, but alive."

Her tears of relief are mixed with the blood on her cheeks.

Neither knew how this was going to end, but they couldn't spend much more time thinking about it.

"Do you know where he's keeping Charles and Max?"

He nods slowly, impressed at her composire. Then he's taking her hand and leading her onwards.

Jos was dejected at the sight of the four of them celebrating together. He hated that his son didn't listen to him or want anything to do with him, for that matter.

He knew what he was doing was wrong. But he'd made a deal.

He gets his son back, and the maniacal genius gets his daughter back. It's a win-win aside from the British boy and Anoying Monegasque having to lose out on life. But it was a risk he was willing to take.

The man he’d been working with found him. Knew him even. It was creepy, but he was willing to work with it. The mad man wanted his daughter back for something he couldn’t explain and Jos wanted his son back.

If only Jos had known Max would fight tooth and nail for her- for them.

Charles had a flight and fight response. First, he tried flight. He tried to run to the safety of Max but was foiled instantly. He wanted to check on Lando, but they had dragged the Brit away so long ago.

Now he's alone and struggling. They've been trying to pin him down, but he's been masterfully landing kicks on any place he could to their bodies.

He wasn't going down without a fight.

It was when they started talking about her that his body went lax. The things they said just morally sounded terrible.

"I hope this is worth it."

"Pretty sure is she can bring back the dead.”

"To bad she can’t have her own kids. This would be easier for all of us if she could.” Charles had no clue what they were talking about. None of it was making sense. He did understand that the intent was to bring her back to wherever the devil is living.

Oh, how he wanted to scream. How he wanted to yell at her to stay away, that they would be fine. But it was too late.

He could see her silhouette walking towards him. She looked calm. Her presence helping his mind to think rationally.

Though it was no longer rational as every person around him started clawing at their throats. Coughing, rasping, and pleading for whatever had them to stop.

Charles knew it wouldn't.

She stood there barely moving her hands. He could see the lights reflecting of her sweat. Then Lando was behind him, pulling out of the restraints. Reassuring him that everything was going to be okay now.

He couldn't help but relax into the brits hold.

He didn't know if they died as they fell. And frankly, he didn't care in this moment.

She crouched down to his level, cupping his face with her hands. He’s glad to see them both okay but the word takes hold as he notices the holes littering her body.

“Are you okay Did they hurt you?” They both ask him. Though one is more frantic than the other. He nods his head, really flooding his body at the sight of the two.

Abu Dhabi was an interesting race this year. Max had already won the world drivers championship. Regardless, the race was still good and fun and he put himself being able to relax even while he was driving.

The group had gone out to celebrate. He had won. Redbull had won. Obviously, there was going to be a party.

The quartet, however, did not plan on staying long. It had been a long year for all of them, filled with many highs and lows. They all wanted to celebrate with each other in peace.

They had escaped a moment and decided to walk along the track just the four of them. The stars were out and the moon is bright. The lights from the track are still turned on. It felt peaceful, like nothing could take this moment away from them.

Then it was gone.

In the blink of an eye, Max was being dragged away from his lovers. Unknown hands and foreign voice is coming in every direction. He screamed, and he thrashed in an attempt to escape. But the hold on him was too much those. The people holding him there came prepared. So much for being a high performance athlete.

It felt like hours, even though it was probably just minutes. He hadn’t necessarily given up on fighting, but it felt pointless, and he was running out of energy. He needed to conserve what he had left to come up with a plan.

Then his father came out of the haze. He lectured him about why he was doing this for his own good.

Oh, how Max was seething. His father had once again managed to get in the middle of his personal life. Claiming of what he was doing was for his benefit.

Max yelled in anger. He didn’t know all what he was saying just thought it felt good to get it out of his system.

Then a new voice. One he’d never heard before.

“Relax, you can have him to yourself soon enough.” The voice said.

His father was mumbling in Dutch as he walked away obediently. It was shocking for Max to see. Jos didn’t normally walk away from a fight.

They kept him on his knees but they had barely touched him. If he had to guess, Max would say his father struck a deal. The thought makes him want to throw up.

Everything in him wants to fight. He wants to scream out to see if his partners respond.

But he didn’t need to.

It’s blurry. He didn’t realize he was crying. The flash of his lovers comforting eyes the only thing pulling him back from his increasing panic.

Two of them. Where’s the third?

He can hear the sound of crushing bones and shrill screams.

The three of the, are huddled together. Lando has his buried in Max’s chest and Charles’ arms are wrapped tightly around his midsection.

Then the sickening calm of silence.

He can hear her heavy pants. He can smell the carnage around him.

Slowly he gets up and approaches the female like a wild animal.

She looks psychotic in a way. Her skin is slick with sweat. Her body is stitching itself together but her wounds have drenched her clothes in a dark red.

Blood seems to cover most of her.

She looks exhausted. Her visible skin has lost its color. She looks like she’s on edge, scanning her surroundings for more threats.

Max doesn’t touch her when he gets close. He can see the tears pulling in her eyes, taking in what she’s done.

She sinks to her knees. The weight of it all pulls her to the ground. “Are you hurt?”

Max looks at her with love. She’d always made sure everyone else came first. She’s bleeding out before his eyes and yet she’s asking if he’s okay.

He sets himself in front of her.

“Why aren’t you scared? I’m everything he said I am.” Her voice breaks. She’d killed them but Max knew it wasn’t out of any good feelings. She wasn’t satisfied with herself. She had done it to protect them.

Lando and Charles are next to him now. Charles is the first to reach for her hand. She flinched away at first but then relaxes at the touch, letting the warmth of his skin remind her that everyone is alive.

“We could never be scared of you, mon amour. You were protecting us.”

“But I killed them.” She sobs. Her mouth falling open in a silent scream. Her arms close around herself as she pushes herself as close to the ground as possible.

Max knows they need to get out of there. People are going to be here soon and they’ll ask to many questions.

But they aren’t at fault, so why is he scared?

Screw it, he’s calling Seb.

The four of them pile into each other. The female wails have not slowed and their doing her best to get her to breath. Her blood pools onto the tarmac even though her wounds are closing slowly before their eyes.

Max manages to get his cell to work. The screen shattered and he can barely see what’s on it because of the static, but it works.

He fails Sebs number. He feels guilt about spoiling his retirement party but he doesn’t know what else to do.

“Hello? Max?”

“Help.”

She wasn’t sure what was happening. There are sirens and police surrounding the area now. People are asking her questions that she can’t respond too. Her skin is on fire and she can’t feel her limbs. She just wants to go home.

Seb hasn’t left her. She’s clutching his hand like a child. The fear of being left alone with strangers and her thought to much to handle right now.

The other three are answering questions. Mostly about how she looks like she went to hell and back and they have some scraped knees and bruises.

“Y/N is trained in martial arts and self-defence.” Explains the Dutch for the thousandth time. “They came after us. Majority of them ran away. And do you blame her for fighting? Shes been kidnapped before for fucks sake!”

Max stomps away from the first responders and back to her. He sits down next to her in the ambulance and huffs. “They aren’t listening.”

“Patience. They are trying to get all the information.” Seb continues wiping blood off her exposed body. Her clothes are decimated and her hair is a crusty tangled mess.

“I know. It’s just frustrating. I want the to catch the people who organized this.”

“Your dad one of them?”

Max turns his head away in shame. “I highly doubt he’ll come back to any races after he exposed himself like this.”

“One can hope.” Seb sighs and Max nods his head in agreement. Seb runs to rag over the wound in her shoulder, the sting causing her to let out a hiss of pain through her teeth. “Sorry, Love.”

The adrenaline that had once been fueling her had dwindled away into nothing now. Everything hurts and she’s tired, but Seb said she needs to stay awake for now.

Lando peeks his head into the vehicle. “They want to ask you questions, love. If you aren’t up to it I’ll let them know.” Lando patiently awaits her response. Wordless, she stumbles out of the bed and into Lando’s arms. He helps her out of the ambulance, and they take slow steps back onto the tarmac. Her breathing gets more uneven with each step.

Lando keeps his arm around her waist to help her to her destination. "You don't have to do this yes, we can wait until you're stronger." She smiles at him with appreciation, but she knows it's better to do it now.

The officer meets her halfway, and Charles jogs to catch up with them.

"Did you recognize any of the attackers?"

"No."

"Did you kill the seven that were on the track when we arrived."

"Yes."

"Why is that?"

"They wanted to kill us."

"How do you know?"

"They said so. They held knives to throats and huns to heads."

Charles had never heard her sound so robotic. Like every answer had been preprogrammed into her.

"We're they the ones who hurt you?"

"Yes."

"What happened with Max, Charles, and Lando?"

Her breath hitches, and the tears start again. Lando increases the pressure of his hold as her knees go to buckle.

"They almost died. They got them by surprise and tried to kill them to get to me." She can't stop the cries that sake her body again.

Charles is at her other side. The two are trying to keep her upright. Her dry heaving not helping them.

They decided they heard enough. So they dragged the group down to the police station to test them for every possible mind altering substance on the planet.

She cried every time they touched her. The medical equipment is not helping her state if mind.

The four males sit and wait for her. They weren't allowed to go with. She fought, tooth and nail, because she didn't want to leave them. They begged to let at least one of them go with her, but we're ultimately denied.

The look of panic on her face when she was being hauled away broke all of them.

An hour later, an officer came to give them an update. "We're holding her overnight."

"Absolutely not." States sebastian in protest. "The girl is traumatized. Her family almost died tonight, and she's been dealing with strangers keeping her away from them. You might want to rethink."

The man in front of them gives seb an exasperated look. "She killed seven people. We have no witnesses that can give an outsiders perspective. And we're waiting on security footage. Her blood work is anything but normal, and you seem dead set on leaving." The man explains. "I will have someone call you with an update tomorrow."

The boys left. Sullen. Tired. Broken.

They slept on sebastians' floor that night. Hanna watched as they passed out as soon as they got in the door. Seb just hugged her. His distress clear to her.

She deserves better. She was a child who had her innocence stolen.

The holding cell is cold and metallic. The air smells musty. The colors contrast her own appearance.

They didn't even give her new clothes or a hairbrush.

After hours of waiting, someone came in with a laptop. The image of her on the track is already on the screen.

The play button is pressed.

It's what happened but from an outsiders perspective.

She panics. Her whole body trying to not relive these moments.

They come over the gate with knives and guns drawn. Three of them immediately going for her.

You can't see it, but she’s using her powers. It looks like a mere glitch on the screen.

She disarms the first and takes a knife to the hip from the second. A knife she promptly pulls out of her and slams into his throat.

The first bullets came from the one behind. The one in front keeping her sandwiched innetween them.

They talked at this point, but the video doesn't have sound.

The first throws her to the ground, her head snapping from impact on the tarmac.

She reachches for the knife in the second man's throat. The now slick metal makes a gorey sound as it slides out of his next. She launches at the third before he can get another shot of. His finger never makes it to the trigger.

The third is a lot stronger than her. She coaxed her visions into guiding her, showing her how to get him on the ground. Her leg hooks into the back of his knee to pull him to the earth.

She waits now. Holding up her hands in surrender. Pleading with him to stop.

He dosents. His knife is now aimed at her. Me manages to lodge it into her stomach. Again, she pulls it out and slits the last man's throat.

Then she's sprinting.

She had heard the shots of protest from the boys. They were going to use them as leverage. She had to run. She had to heal. So she did both, managing to weave some things back together before she found Lando. Using her visions to guide her.

She was going to overdue it but she didn't care.

Lando had been forced to his knees. He had a gun passed to his head. Tears had glistened his cheeks as he mumbled words of forgiveness.

Then another stupid knife found its way into her shoulder. She returned the favor after that.

The man with the gun took off back over the fence. She didn't care, though. Lando was her priority at that moment.

Then she's untying him, making sure he's okay and running off to hopefully find the other two.

The camera angle switch’s again.

Charles is trying to kick away his captives, landing him a punch to his ribs and an elbow to his knees. They put all their weight on him to hold him steady.

Then their clawing at their throats. Her and Lando just standing and watching.

The video pauses. She didn't even realize she had been crying and shaking til she's brought back to the present.

"They have no fingerprints on them. No signs they poisoned themselves. You admitted to killing seven. How did you do it?"

She shrugs. How is she supposed to respond to this? "I guess I assumed I killed them. Me and Lando didn't know what was happening. We just stood there trying to assess the situation."

She feels like she might believe her own lie. There is no way to explain that. Her and Lando both just stare at what's happening.

Then the video turns back on.

Her and Lando are running to Charles, untying him, checking for injuries, then running off to find Max.

The last stint is something she wants to forget.

The group around Max and Jos had been massive. But they saw her walking towards them and fled the scene. All except one.

They'd fought for a ridiculous amount of time. She'd felt his bones snap underneath her. He'd pummeled her to a pulp. He pulled her hair. Her visions were no help as she was exhausted. They had each other in a headlock. She couldn't breathe. It didn't help he was stronger.

But her powers helped in that are as she used them to snap his neck. The sound of cracking the only think filling her ears for thirty seconds.

Then it shows them all together. It shows her on the ground screaming, crying, throwing up.

Then it's done.

She can't move. She can't breathe. Every moment now fresh in her brain once again.

"Technically speaking, this was all self-defense. They hit you first in every scenario."

She glared at whoever this man was that made her relive this.

But she didn't say anything because his next words were 'free to go.'

It's late and dark. She's still covered in blood. But her phone is broken.

So she walks.

She walks, and she cries.

She wants it all to end. The little girl wanted to be with her family. With sebastian and Hanna and her siblings. She needs to know her boys are okay.

She spaces out, lost in her own head as she arrives at the hotel. At Sebs door. Praying he's awake or at least will wake up.

She knocks. Fully expecting that she will be spending the night outside the door. To her shock, it opens.

Seb pulls her inside where she's tackled in hugs and kisses.

"They let you go?!"

"They had no reason to keep me."

She's aware of how awful she looks. She needs new clothes which she doesn't have here but their hotel room is farther than sebs.

And at 6 in the morning, they are in their own room. Seb, having driven back himself.

The boys are getting things together to help her clean up.

She stares at the wall. Blank and empty. Just how she feels.

Max and Lando are out at the store. They have nothing they need to help take care of her. They were expecting to leave this morning, but the benefit of flying private is that Max can change when they leave.

Charles is running a bath for her. She's a mess of litteral blood, sweat, and tears.

He croutches down next to her and pulls one of her hands into his own. "What do you say we get cleaned up, hm?"

She lets him help her to her feel. The warmth of the steam from the bath hitting her skin makes her feel something close to alive again.

Charles helps her out of her trashed clothing and then holds her hand while she gets in. "Do you want a moment to yourself, Chéri?"

She almost panics for a second. "Don't leave me- please."

"Do you want me on their with you or next to you?"

She likes when he asks with easy words. "With."

Then Charles is stripping of his own clothes and climbing in behind her.

He takes his time rinsing her skin. Careful not to mess with her new stitches that the paramedics gave her.

He spent time untangling her hair with nimble fingers and washing out every last bit of grime.

She relaxed into his hold. The safety of his arms reminding that he's alive, so is Max and Lando.

They're still in the bath when the other two come back. Lando and Max take the opportunity to get the food ready and set out their clothes for her to wear when she comes back.

“I know where both enjoying this, but I think if we stay in any longer we may become one with the water.” Charles laughs.

He gets out first and wraps a towel around his waist. He lays a spare on the floor so they don’t slide around anthem helps her to the ledge. He takes a towel and dries her off with it, taking extra care of her wounds and double checking that her stitches look okay still. He wraps her towel around her and slips his clothes back on. He wasn’t going to put her trashed clothing back on her.

Charles guides her out of the bathroom into the dimly lit suite. Max and Lando help her into their clothes; Max’s shirt and Lando’s sweats. Then they crawl into bed together.

Her cries shatter their hearts. The broken sobs of overwhelming feelings finally getting to her. “I don’t deserve this after what I did.”

“What you did was save us geliefde. We could ask for anything more then that.”

“But I killed people. He was right. I’m a fucking killer. A monster.”

“You killed them because you had too. It sucks and I can’t say I understand how your feeling, but if you didn’t do it then we would be dead. So no matter where your thoughts go, the three of us are grateful for what you did out there.”

“We love you Chére. Our superhero.”

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harley-sunday · 3 years ago

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Lourdes

Summary: Charles Leclerc is in some desperate need of good fortune after that terrible race in Sochi and so he embarks on a personal pilgrimage in search of his own lady luck, hoping Lourdes will treat him well.

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader [OFC]

Warnings: Implied smut. Nothing explicit.

Word count: 4.1k

AN: In one of the post-race interviews after Sochi Charles did an interview with Ziggo, saying he might go to Lourdes to get a bit of luck. I saw the GIFs of that interview not much later and I don’t know, this sort of came to me rather quickly. It’s the first time writing for Charles, so I hope I did him justice as he is quite difficult to grasp. Please enjoy!

Part of Rituals

“What’s the best thing to do to get these things out of your mind and go for a next good race?”

“I don’t know. Maybe go to Lourdes,” Charles shrugs, “to get a bit of luck.”

XXX

Something heavy settles in your chest when you hear his car pull up outside, wondering what version of him you’ll get because even though you are hoping for the best, hoping that what little time he has had since the race has been able to heal at least some of the heartache, you are preparing for the worst. The sound of a car door slamming shut pulls you out of your thoughts and wakes Freddy, who lets out a half-hearted bark but gets up from his dog bed anyway.

You follow Freddy to the kitchen door, taking a deep breath before you open it, a smile on your lips when you watch your dog bolt down the stairs to greet your visitor, his barking a lot more energetic now and his tail wagging enthusiastically. Without saying anything you make your way down the stairs and lean against the banister while you watch the scene in front of you, your smile growing a little wider with every passing second.

The sun’s already low in the sky, casting a golden glow over everything including Freddy, who’s on his back, enjoying the belly rubs he’s getting from his favourite person in the world, with four legs in the air and his eyes closed, letting out a content growl every now and then, mostly as an encouragement to keep going.

“Allez,” you tell Freddy, knowing there’ll be time for more belly rubs later, “viens ici.”

The dog lets out a quiet yelp, unhappy about the command no doubt, but listens anyway, heeling at your feet not much later.

You pet his head absentmindedly, taking in the man in front of you as he stands up, still unsure of the mood he’s in but then your eyes find his and your smile falters and your heart, oh your heart breaks a little. Without thinking you take the few steps necessary to reach him, standing up on your toes when you do so you can throw your arms around his shoulders and pull him in for a hug, “Oh, Charles.”

His arms find their way around your waist, holding you tighter than ever, his head resting on your shoulder as he lets out a heavy sigh, “I am so sorry.”

“Sssh,” you say, rubbing his back slowly. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“Yeah, but-”

“Charles,” your voice is a little louder now and you pull back, cupping his face in your hands, making him look at you, “no. Don’t you dare.”

He shrugs half-heartedly but at the same time his eyes gloss over and you can tell he’s close to tears.

“Come on,” you let go of his face and take one of his hands in yours, gently tugging on it to make him follow you inside, Freddy following suit. Once you’re inside you let go of his hand and grab the bottle of red you bought earlier today along with two glasses you already filled and nod towards the living room, “Allez, vaisi.”

There’s the hint of a smile on his lips, like there is whenever you speak to him in French even though he’s the one who taught you most of the basics all those years ago, but then he does as you told him to anyway, sitting down in what you’ve always considered to be his chair, stretching his legs out in front of him.

Once you’ve poured the wine you hand him a glass and then sit down on the couch on the other side of the coffee table, watching him as he leans his head back and closes his eyes for a few seconds. He takes a deep breath before he looks back at you and you try to give him a comforting smile, “Talk to me.”

He takes a sip of his wine and shakes his head, “I don’t know where to start.”

“At the beginning,” you suggest with a shrug. “Sunday morning, it’s race day, you wake up and then-”

“And then I fucked up.”

“Charles,” you warn him, raising an eyebrow to let him know you’re serious.

“Fine,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair and then shifts in his seat, planting his feet firmly on the ground and letting his arms rest on his thighs, the glass of wine cupped between the fingers of his hand, “It’s Sunday morning. Race day, I wake up and then I take a shower before I head down for breakfast-”

XXX

“-and now it’s Wednesday and I am here,” he says with a shrug before he finishes the last of his wine.

“And now you are here,” you agree with a soft smile, the one you keep only for him. “How long-” your voice catches in your throat a little and so you try again even though you’re not sure you want to hear his answer, “How long can you stay?”

“I have to fly back Friday morning,” he says as he leans back in his chair, “the team wants to do more testing this weekend.” Then, almost as an apology, “They think we can improve the PU before Turkey.”

“Still,” you tell him with a smile, because you are given more time together than you dared hope for, “I get to have you for more than a day.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah,” you agree. “So tomorrow we’ll have all day for you to go find some luck”

He just nods but then realization sinks in and he smiles a wicked smile, “All day, huh?”

“All day,” you confirm with a wink. “Dinner first though,” you tell him after a quick glance at your watch. When you get up you are careful not to step on Freddy, who’s been quietly snoring at your feet for the past fifteen minutes or so. You hold out your hand to Charles, “Help me set the table?”

“Yep,” he replies as he takes your hand and lets you pull him to his feet.

The sun has disappeared behind the mountains, the world outside slowly being wrapped in darkness and so you turn on the light in the kitchen as you pass it before you let go of Charles’ hand and open the oven door to check on the food while Charles grabs plates from the cupboard next to you.

Freddy walks into the kitchen not much later, no doubt attracted by the smell of food, and sits down next to his bowl as if to remind you that he would like to have his dinner now too. You fill his bowl, making sure he gives you a paw before you set it down and give him permission to eat.

“There’s a salad in the fridge,” you tell Charles from over your shoulder as you put on the oven mitts, ready to take out the quiche you made.

“It smells so good,” Charles comments from somewhere behind you, one hand reaching behind your back before he lets it rest on your hip as he puts the salad bowl on the table. He presses a kiss to your cheek, “Thank you, ma belle.” His lips still linger on your skin when he adds, “For everything, I mean.”

"Ah," you draw out, "there's my boyfriend.' You take the oven mitts off and discard them somewhere on the table, turning around so you can face him, “Hi.”

“Hello,” he replies with a smile, both hands on your hips now, pushing you against the table.

“It's good to have you back,” you admit easily, letting your hands rest against his chest. "I was worried about you."

He hangs his head, “I know.”

“Hey,” you whisper, one hand under his chin to make him look at you, “it’s ok. I’m your girlfriend. It’s my duty to worry about you.”

“Yeah, but-”

“Ah, ah,” you shake your head and press a finger to his lips, “it’s your duty not to argue with me.” You throw him a wink, “Especially when you know I’m right.”

He huffs and pretends to bite your finger, “Not fair.”

“Very fair,” you argue with a smile before you stand up on your toes and sneak your hands into his hair, letting your lips brush against his.

His grip on your hips tightens and when you run your tongue between his lips, silently asking for permission, he opens his mouth and kisses you, and kisses you, and kisses you.

After a while you pull away, letting your head rest against his, trying to catch your breath before you tell him, “We really should eat, it’s getting cold.”

“I’d much rather eat-”

“Charles,” you gasp, hitting his chest playfully, feeling the heat rising to your cheeks because you know you’re in for a long night when he starts making these kinds of innuendos.

“What?” He feigns innocence but there’s a wicked grin playing on his lips.

XXX

The bottle of wine you started on gets finished during dinner, the conversation between you two flowing effortlessly as you catch up after not seeing each other for two weeks. Ever since you started dating, when he joined the Prema Racing team where you worked as an PR intern at the time, the attraction between the two of you clear from the moment you first met, you try to join him for the European races as much as your job allows, collecting endless frequent flyer miles as you travel around the continent for the race weekends.

However, due to an event organised by the PR company you work for, one that your boss insisted you’d attend, you were unable to make it to Sochi last weekend, and so you had to watch the race from home, your heart aching when you saw him in the post race interviews.

Finishing the last of your wine you look at him from across the table, a sad smile on your lips when you see how tired he looks. “Go get ready for bed, babe,” you suggest, a nod to the dinner table then, “I’ll clean up here and walk Freddy.”

He starts to get up, “No, no, I can-”

“You can get ready for bed,” you tell him with a stern look. “I’ll join you in a few, ok?”

He walks over to you and holds out his hands, taking yours in his and pulling you to your feet before he wraps you in his arms, his mouth close to your ear when he says, “I promise I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.”

You wrap your arms around his back, “There’s nothing to make up for.”

“You are the best,” he says and pulls back, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You let go of him and nod towards the stairs, “Go.” When he turns around you slap his ass, throwing him a wink when he turns around, “Get some rest so you can get lucky tomorrow, chéri.”

He lets out a laugh and shakes his head and you swear you can hear him chuckle all the way up the stairs.

XXX

The sound of rain on the windows of your bedroom wakes you, the soft tapping of the raindrops a perfect soundtrack to Charles’ quiet snores next to you. He was already asleep by the time you went to bed last night and so you quietly snuggled up to him, careful not to wake him.

A quick glance at the alarm clock on your nightstand lets you know it’s already past nine and you wonder why Freddy hasn’t come up yet, but then you hear a second set of snores and see the brown-haired monster sleeping soundly on the other side of Charles, looking like the happiest dog in the world.

Freddy, a gift from Charles for your six-month anniversary, loves you no doubt but not in the way he absolutely adores Charles, which in turn melts your heart.

Charles wakes up then, a smile tugging on the corners of his lips when he finds you looking at him, and he snuggles closer to you, “Morning, ma belle.”

“Cou cou,” you reply with a smile, giving him a lazy kiss. “Sleep well?”

“A lot better than the last few days,” he admits easily, chasing your lips with his. He cups your chin and tilts your head so he can better capture your mouth with his.

You sneak your leg in between his, pushing yourself against him, and open your mouth, allowing his tongue inside. There’s no rush, no need to take it any further than this, not yet anyway, and so you enjoy the moment, not for the first time marveling at how good of a kisser Charles actually is.

After a while, Freddy stirs next to Charles, letting out a yawn, and when he sees what his mom and dad are doing he jumps off the bed, letting out a bewildered bark.

Charles pulls back with a grin, muttering something in French that gets Freddy to sit down, although his tail is still wagging impatiently.

“I will walk the dog,” Charles offers, giving you another kiss.

“Hmm,” you hum against his lips, “I’ll get breakfast started.”

“I can pick something up from that place you like,” he looks at you with a smile, “just stay in bed a little longer, chérie.”

“Breakfast in bed?”

“Breakfast-” he starts with a grin, “-lunch, dinner. Everything.”

“Everything?” You ask, one eyebrow raised and a mischievous smile on your lips. “Even-”

“Even that,” he replies with a wink.

“Perfect.”

XXX

He comes back about an hour later, his hair wet from the rain, placing a bag of chocolate croissants and two coffees on your nightstand and shrugging off his clothes before he lets you welcome him back into bed with open arms.

You let out a squeal when his cold hands sneak underneath the fabric of your t-shirt, his fingers tickling your sides, and you playfully hit his chest, “Charles, stop!”

“What?” He asks, feigning innocence while he leaves a trail of kisses in your neck.

You let out a frustrated groan but wrap your legs around his waist anyway, by now a little more used to his cold touch. Your arms find their way around his neck and you let out a moan when he nibbles on the skin below your ear, a breathless, “Charles,” escaping you not much later when you feel him grind against you.

He chuckles in your ear, “What now?”

“You came here to find some luck, remember?” You unwrap your legs and sneak one of your hands between your bodies, cupping him through his boxers while you look up at him with a wicked smile, “Well, let me help you get lucky, babe.”

XXX

The rest of the day passes by in a blur, more hours spent in bed together than anywhere else, the rain stopping somewhere in the afternoon even though neither of you pay any particular attention to what’s happening outside. You’re too caught up in each other, quite literally at times, and oh, how you wish you could stop time and stay in this moment forever.

It isn’t until you hear a quiet bark coming from downstairs that you bother looking at the clock and see it’s almost six and almost dinner time for Freddy. You’re a little distracted and so you stop running your fingers through Charles’ hair to which he responds with a heavy sigh, a silent encouragement for you to go on. “I have to walk and feed the dog,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his forehead. A laugh escapes you, “And probably us too.”

“No,” Charles whines, wrapping his arms around you closer, “stay.”

Freddy barks again and you know that’s your cue and so you untangle yourself from Charles and get out of bed, giving him a quick kiss, “I’ll be right back.”

He lets out a quiet groan but then sits up anyway, the bed sheets sliding down to his hips and for a moment you are very distracted by the sight in front of you, what with his tangled hair and toned chest. He throws you a wink and dammit, you wish you could go back to bed. but you can hear Freddy pace back and forth on the tile floor in the kitchen and so you quickly throw on some clothes and head downstairs.

XXX

“Come on, boy,” you tell Freddy once you’ve opened the kitchen door and step aside so he can get inside after your walk. The house is quiet and dark and just as you wonder if Charles has fallen asleep again the light in the kitchen comes on and he steps into view, freshly showered and sharply dressed.

“You have thirty minutes to get ready,” he tells you, hand on your hip as he kisses your cheek.

“What? I don’t-”

“Ssh,” he whispers, his warm breath hitting just below your ear. “The clock is ticking, chérie. Let’s go.” He pushes you in the direction of the stairs and like you did yesterday, pats your ass to get you going. “I will feed Freddy, don’t worry,” he says then, as a reply to a question you didn’t even got to ask yet.

When you reach your bedroom you’re surprised to find there are fresh sheets on the bed and you can’t help but wonder just how long you were away. And just how you got so lucky with your boyfriend.

Your shower is quick, but you’re losing a bit of time deciding on what to wear until you hear Charles yell, “Ten minutes!” from downstairs and so you pick a navy blue dress you know is one of his favourites. You keep your hair and makeup simple and so you make it downstairs again with exactly two minutes to spare, Charles looking at you with a big smile.

“Absolutely beautiful,” he says before he kisses your cheek.

“Thank you.”

“You ready to go?” He takes your hand in his and waits until you nod before he grabs his car keys from the counter and leads you outside, only letting go of your hand to lock the door before he wraps his fingers around yours again.

“Are you going to tell-”

“Non,” he says with a shake of his head. “C’est une surprise,” he teases you.

“Ugh, tu m'énerve,” you reply with a dramatic roll of your eyes, earning you a chuckle from him because he too must remember it was one of the first French sentences he taught you after one of the brand managers got on your nerves too much.

When you reach his car he lets go of your hand to open the passenger door for you before he rounds the car and slides into the driver’s seat. The car comes to life with an impressive rumble of the engine and before you know it he pulls out of your driveway and onto the streets of Nice.

You’re not really surprised when instead of turning into the city center he pulls onto the highway leading to Monaco, even though you still have no idea where exactly he’s taking you. When his hand finds yours over the center console you intertwine your fingers with his, letting your hands rest in your lap as you watch the world outside pass you by.

XXX

When he takes an exit that leads to a gas station you figure he might just need to fill up, but then when he pulls up to the parking lot you're not even sure he knows what he’s doing anymore, “Charles?”

He gets out of the car and rushes to your door, opening it before you even have the chance, holding out his hand, “Come on.”

“What are we doing here?”

He doesn’t say anything, instead gently tugs on your hand to get you to follow him inside the service station, where he leads you towards the cash register without hesitating. Greeting the lady behind the counter with one of his charming smiles he asks for something that you don’t quite understand, handing her ten Euros, until you see the lady hand him five scratch tickets in return.

“Charles,” you try again, even though you’re not sure you’ll ever get an explanation.

He smiles and leads you to one of the high tables near the window, “I came to you for luck, remember?”

“Yeah,” you draw out slowly, still not sure where he’s going with this.

“Well,” he fishes a coin out of the pocket of his jeans, “I got lucky several times today-”

“Charles-” you whisper aggressively, looking around to see if nobody heard him., heat rising to your cheeks.

He chuckles, “So I just want to see if you’re still my lucky charm, darling.”

You can’t help but smile as you watch him scratch the tickets, letting out an excited cheer when he wins five Euros on one and a free ticket on the other, and throwing him a wink when you tell him, “Guess I still am, huh?”

XXX

He takes you to dinner in Cap Martin after and so it’s just after midnight before you return home, Freddy already waiting for you, bouncing down the stairs as soon as you open the door.

“Should I-”

“Nah,” you shake your head, “he just needs to pee. No need to take him for a walk.”

“You go inside,” Charles says, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I will play with Freddy for a bit.”

You smile as you watch the two of them for a little while before heading inside, a yawn escaping you and suddenly you feel very tired. Once you’ve headed upstairs you change into your pajamas, take your makeup off and brush your teeth, climbing into bed not much later. You try to stay awake, really you do, but you’re already half asleep by the time he joins you and so you just curl into him, letting your head rest on his chest as he wraps his arms around you, “Love you.”

He kisses the top of your head, “Je t’aime, ma belle.”

XXX

You wake up to the sound of the shower being turned off, his side of the bed empty, and you let out a quiet groan when you realize it’s time for him to go. Reluctantly you get up out of bed and grab a sweater from your closet, putting it on as you make your way downstairs.

Even Freddy is confused as to why you’re up so early, not leaving his dog bed but instead turning onto his back and letting out a content snore. You’re not sure if Charles has time for coffee but decide to make some anyway, if anything as a way to keep yourself busy.

Charles comes down not much later, and after petting the dog he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, letting his chin rest on your shoulder, “Mornin’”

You lean against him, your hands over his, “Hi.”

“I have to be at the airport at seven,” he says, almost apologetically, “so I really should go.”

“Yeah,” you nod.

“Walk me to the car?”

He lets go of you then and so you turn around, cupping his face and giving him a passionate kiss, just to let him know how much you’ll miss him. “Come on,” you tell him, taking his hand in yours and leading him outside.

You wait for him to put his duffel bag in the trunk before you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a hug, “I’m gonna miss you, Leclerc.”

“I will miss you too,” he tells you quietly. Pulling back a little then he cups your face, making you look at him, “Thank you for these past few days, my lady luck.”

You can’t help but smile, “Avec plaisir.”

He kisses you then and it’s all teeth and tongue, sending a shiver down your spine when he gently bites your bottom lip. When he pulls back you have to catch your breath a little and it makes him smile even more, “I’ll see you after Turkey.”

“Yep.”

Another kiss, “Je t’aime.”

“Love you.” You nod towards the car then, “You’re gonna be late.”

He gets in, but not before he gives you one last kiss, “Bye.”

“Drive safe,” you tell him as you close his door and watch as he reverses out of your driveway, waving at him as he pulls onto the street and merges into traffic effortlessly. When you turn around you see your neighbours looking down at you from their balcony, enjoying the early morning sunshine like they always do, and so you give them a quick wave too, “Salut vous deux,”

“Salut Loulou,” your neighbour, Thierry, holds up his cup of coffee as a greeting.

His wife, Colette, hits him in the chest with the newspaper she was reading just before, “Her name is not Loulou, idiot, her name is Lourdes.”

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