#the world is healed because charles leclerc

[bawsixteen]

If i speak...

[moviecritc]

✦ ˚ : · CHILL GIRL (HONESTLY, SHE'S NOT) ⋆ ALEXANDRA SAINT MLEUX, CHARLES LECLERC 🦢

pairing ☆ charles leclerc x singer! reader x alexandra saint mleux

summary ☆ you and alex broke up because she suggested charles to join your relationship, and you're really mad about it

warnings ☆ hate comments (mostly for alex, but it's just for the plot), mixed smau, arguments

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

masterlist | letterboxd

tags; @iamred-iamyellow @f1ln4dr3cl16mv33 @changetyre @ilovechickenwings @callsignwidow @inejghafawifesblog @formulaal @niyu2208 @ilivbullyingjeongin @magnummagnussen @astmclaren455 @sp1rl @only-nope @eyerollerr

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yourusername MILAN WHAT THE FUUUCK !1!11!!!!!! You were so loud and SO MANY i still can't believed that i got to play my silly little songs infront of that much people. giggling and kicking my feet atm 💌💌

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user1 now why is charles in the likes and not alexandra

user2 honestly this is getting out of hand user3 yn keeps terrorizing their images in her concerts and they're in her likes. it makes absolutely no sense user4 there's a rumor that alex cheated on y/n with charles and that charles was also attracted to y/n aswell user5 lol what

user6 THANK YOU FOR COMING WE LOVE YOUU

user7 i'm so in love with her

user8 i hope that she's fine, she seemed tired these days

user9 she's performing heartbroken it's normal to be tired

user10 your music saved me, y/n ❤️ liked by author

user11 omg she liked it!!

reneerapp collab when?

user12 I WOULD DIE FOR THAT user13 Y/N RENEÉ I'M BEGGING YOU user14 this would be a dream ngl

user15 i met her in the backstage and she was the sweetest woman in the world, she took time to talk to my friends and me. it was amazing

user16 i just want to be half as cool as her

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[caption: red for today 🖤]

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user17 matching with y/n's tour outfit?

charlesleclerc très belle❤️

user18 ferrari red or my kink is karma red?

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yourusername This bitch is @ tiny deskk. Thank you for having me this evening and for the interview, i had so much fun darlings

Go check out the tiny concert and the interview at tiny desk yt channel 🎱✨🦢🖤

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user19 slay slay slay

charli_xcx tiny desk BIG VOICE

yourusername hold on while i scream user20 the only opinion from a charl- that matters

user21 HER STYLE ^^^^

user22 the interview was WILD

user23 we've been waiting for over a month for the rumors to be clear

rachelzegler 4 + 4??

user24 ATE 🗣️

user25 yeah everyone is noticing her now, but at what costs

user26 she's always been incredible, stfu user27 it's not her problem that her ex's bf is a dick

alex's chat with charles

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alexandrasaintmleux charles what are you doing?? are you being serious??

alexandrasaintmleux she adressed the rumors yesterday, you idiot. it would've ended there but you just ruined it.

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📍Madrid, Spain

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alexandrasaintmleux far from home 🍓🖤

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user28 gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous

user29 charles not liking??

user30 AND Y/N DID

user31 y/n back in the likes omggg

user32 the world is healing

francisca.cgomes wait i'm trying to spell gorjus liked by author

user33 y/n and she complemented each other soo well

user34 i miss them user35 you guys know they broke bc of something right?? like they didn't ended their relationship bc they were good. something bad was going on between them user36 yeah it's @/charlesleclerc user37 and she tags him ijbol

user38 GUYS !!!! y/n performing in madrid this weekend !!!! THEY'RE SEEING EACH OTHER

user39 ALEX AT THE MIDWEST PRINCESS TOUR VIP TENT??? user40 PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

user41 she's putting space between charles and her

user42 PLEASE TELL ME YOU LEAVE CHARLES

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yourusername playing mermaids with y'all tonight was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G madrid 🖤🖤🧜🧜

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rachelzegler how does it feels being the prettiest and more talented women?

yourusername you tell me user43 this duo>>>

user44 i really thought alex was coming tonight

user45 we didn't see her but my senses tell me she was on backstage

user46 obsessed isnt a strong enough word for how i feel abt this outfit its so pretty

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user47 Y/N WHAT R YOU DOING

user48 HAHAHAHAHAHA

user49 you're actually the funniest person alive

user50 not the same phrase charles used-

user51 y/n woke up an chose violence

alexandrasaintmleux i'm so proud of you btw 🖤

already working on part 3 :))

[champagnedstappen]

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader. This is a simple Christmas blurb. ;)

Perhaps his skin becomes so much lighter is because the colour of snow. There's theory where someone's skin is usually getting more light if the background is also light and not dark. Maybe the theory also works on him. Because in your eyes, he looks more... How can you say it? Glowing mayhaps.

You look at him thoughtfully, when you thought this man couldn't be more fine, then he always proved it. Clearly this is one of his moments. He looks at you, abandoning his skiing pole on the ground full of snow. You're shivering, sure you're using many layers, but holy shit, you're not used to cold temperatures. Clearly will never be.

"Mon cœur... Are your still shivering?" He asks. You are about to scoff, not enjoying any questions from him while he asked it with hint of humour—the urge to laugh at you, you can see it on his eyes, you know him too well anyway.

As he try reaching you while walking, leaving his pole with his friends—having conversation about skiing you clearly don't understand about, you're kicking some of the snow on the ground. You should be enjoying the trip. Last year, Charles tried to get you on board on the trip, but failed at the attempt since you were so against the cold temperatures, knowing how bad you can be.

You snap jokingly, well you can't be mad at him nonetheless. "What do you think, Leclerc?" At that, he laughs and finally standing in front of you. Hands on your waist, creating some patterns you don't really pay attention to in this situation.

"My love, I'm not laughing. I'm fully concerned," he continues. Making his face to full acting, trying to look like he's not going to make fun of you. Yet his eyes are soft, looking at you like you're his favourite person to be with, like you're all that matter. Making you knees buckle.

It's your turn to laugh before sighing. "I don't know why you asked me to be part of the trip. I can't even do anything, I'm only slowing you and the guys."

His green eyes—which you've noticed since you first met looking straight at you. There's some frowns that you hate so much. During the season, you knew how much pressure he had. Ferrari battling for the World Constructor Championship added to his shoulder, making it a cherry on top, you'd say.

After Abu Dhabi, his mood worsened. Loosing the title to McLaren certainly made his mind wander over something not certain and useless in your perspective. He kept blaming himself, thinking all What-Ifs, if only he did this, if only he didn't, if only he was better.

You hate it. You think his frown and depressive stare are your biggest nemesis. Something that you wish Avengers could fight like when they fought against Thanos.

You remember those days where you couldn't attend the Grand Prix, having jobs you needed to be at, he called you after the free practice, qualifying, hours after race—especially after bad results, he tends to be alone after bad race, not wanting to throw some tantrums or putting his anger at you. It leaves some bad spots on your emotions, seeing him so sad and blaming himself adding your personal problems with the sports.

You just want this trip to be his healing list. You don't want to worsen his days by making his holiday worse than ever.

Yet he shrugs it off. "Baby, what are you taking about? I only agreed to this winter trip so we can have our time together. If you didn't agree, I wouldn't too. I'd rather stay at home, maybe doing something funny while decorating Christmas tree with you, ma chérie."

These are the moments where you are sure that before you meet him, you never understood the situation of love. Back in the days you only think that love was impossible for you. Because in your mind, you thought, what could be love from you? There's nothing special. You're just... You. You're no model, you're no extravaganza, you're... No special.

But then there's interesting Monégasque who does anything to make you feel loved. Who's every actions makes you like you're everything. Who's actions are calculated, proofing how he would do anything for you.

Just, maybe, if you are loved too after you met him.

He continues. "We can stay in any city that you want. Summer, winter, any season doesn't matter. And like other every cities than exist in this world, there is city in my heart where you are its only population."

"Oh, Charles Leclerc. You're a fucking simp. Now teach me."

Yes, this moment definitely on your 'He's the proof where I am loved too' list.

"و في قلبي مدينة كُل سُكانها أنتي.'

"And there is a city in my heart where you are its only population." By Mahmoud Darwish.

[charlie-lec-stories]

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!

[hazelsmirrorball]

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

...

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. 

[adventuringblind]

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]

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

a rookie? more like a cookie | op81, ln4 crumbs | op81, ln4 silent carnival | ln4, op81 thick thighs save lives (but ruin racing suits) | ln4, op81 testcam.mp4 | ln4, op81

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

[dilemmaontwolegs]

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.”

Tagging: @91vhs @alwaysclassyeagle @applespiez @ravenqueen27 @booksobsess @tempo-rary-fix @baw-sixteen @im-an-overthinker @notleclerc

[bawsixteen]

It is time to change my lock screen wallpaper

[evstostuff]

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.

[thisismeracing]

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.

[23victoria]

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

[fernandomagicalonsomanydances]

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

[blackcatreadstarot]

Carlos Sainz Tarot Reading: What He Is Like In A Relationship

What kind of partner is he? What is he like in a romantic relationship? 2 of cups, 5 of pentacles (10 of pentacles, 10 of cups reversed, 2 of pentacles reversed), the moon, 5 of cups, judgement, page of wands, the high priestess, 4 of swords: he craves a close bond, a strong partnership. He wants equality in the relationship, he wants to cooperate and to connect. He feels very very lonely and left out. I believe that one of the main Carlos' issue is that he's afraid that nobody really loved him just for the way he is. He is afraid that people want to date him because of his financial status and resources (it's a very sensitive topic to him). He is mysterious partner, but the downside of it - he is secretive. There's a big possibility that he's into topics like tarot or astrology and maybe will listen to spiritual advices when it comes to choosing a partner. It's very hard for Carlos to handle breakups, it's a long process for him to heal from painful emotions. What's great is that he knows his issues well, he knows what he need to work on, he has an ability to self reflect. He's adventurous and energetic partner, unfortunately, not super romantic as Charles Leclerc, but definitely not boring. He likes to travel, likes to explore the world. I think his dates involve fun and light travelling: it's spontanious and he just enjoys being out there having fun and a great ride. You will go wherever your spirit calls you. And I believe he's also very chatty, likes to talk a lot with his partner, likes to call or send messages all the time. Overall he has calm and peaceful energy. Does he want to be married one day? knight of pentacles reversed, 8 of wands reversed, the chariot reversed, ace of pentacles reversed, the sun reversed, the fool reversed: he doesn't rush. Carlos believes that he didn't achieve all he wanted, he wants to complete his own things first. In his opinion he is not financially secure for a marriage yet, he needs to be more financially stable. And for right now he has no hope and optimism on the matter of marriage. Does he want to be a dad one day? Does he want to have kids in the future? king of cups: yes. Also king of cups is indicator of a very caring and loving energy. This is the answer for the current energy. Tarot deck: tarot de carlotydes

[bloomingpresent]

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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❪ ⠀ 〤 ⠀ ─── hey! i’m isa, 22, living in the GMT timezone. i’m here to connect with fellow creative souls for 1x1 on tumblr or discord (whatever is easier for you!) a few things about me: i’m obsessed with storytelling, an avid twitch streamer for fun, a music lover, and a sucker for all things mystery. ❫

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i’m open to writing about pretty much anything—angst, fluff, drama, you name it! i also enjoy exploring NSFW content if it fits naturally within the plot and enhances the story. because of that, i prefer to write with partners who are 21+ to ensure everyone is comfortable and on the same page. under the read more, i’ve listed the people i enjoy writing as. this includes characters/people i’ve developed or have a special connection with. if someone’s name is on the list, chances are i’m open to exploring creative stories with them. feel free to reach out if you have any questions or ideas—we can brainstorm together.

isabela merced as aza holmes (turtles all the way down). felix mallard as davis pickett jr. (turtles all the way down). spike fearn as bjorn (alien: romulus). cailee spaeny as rain carradine (alien: romulus). isabela merced as anya corazón (madame web). dulce maria as roberta pardo (rebelde). alfonso herrera as miguel arango (rebelde). christopher von uckermann as diego bustamante (rebelde). anahí portilla as mia colucci (rebelde).

〤 ⠀ ─── isabela merced as allana moraes. — allana was curious and outspoken, never afraid to ask hard questions or challenge authority. this trait often got her into trouble as a child but later became the foundation for her career as a journalist. she's fiercely intelligent, determined, and unyielding in her pursuit of justice. she has a natural charisma that helps her win over sources, but her bluntness and refusal to compromise often rub people the wrong way. beneath her tough exterior, she’s deeply empathetic and driven by a desire to make the world a better place.

〤 ⠀ ─── jenna ortega as gabriela medina. — rebellious and fearless, she doesn’t hold back her words or actions when she believes in something. impulsive and driven by emotion, she follows her heart without hesitation, often finding herself in complicated situations, but always managing to get out of them with creativity and determination. her strong personality makes her a natural leader, even if it means clashing with authority or opposing views.

〤 ⠀ ─── tyler seguin as logan bennett. — he is the kind of man people notice but can never quite figure out. tall and lean, with dark, piercing eyes that seem to see through you, he moves through life with a quiet confidence. he’s the owner of eclipse ink, a tattoo studio tucked into a side alley of the city’s artistic district. the shop has no flashy sign, only a sleek black door with a crescent moon etched into the glass. those who venture inside know they’ve found something special. logan has a reputation for creating tattoos that feel like more than just art—they seem to hold stories, secrets, and sometimes even healing. but logan himself remains a mystery. he’s not the type to talk about his past, and those who ask get little more than a cryptic smirk or a deflection. rumors swirl around him: some say he was once part of a biker gang, others think he’s running from something—or someone.

〤 ⠀ ─── andrei iosivas as luca kozlov. — the charming heir to a billionaire empire, lives a double life. while he’s the golden boy at university, he secretly runs an onlyfans account under the alias kai romanov, not for money but for freedom. his father, viktor, a controlling mogul obsessed with the family’s spotless image, would never forgive such a scandal. if viktor ever found out, it would shatter their relationship, destroy nikolai’s future, and tarnish the kozlov name forever.

〤 ⠀ ─── charles leclerc as lucas beaumont. — intelligent, driven, and deeply introspective. while he may appear calm and composed on the outside, there’s a storm of ideas and insecurities within him. he is highly empathetic, with a genuine interest in improving people’s lives through technology. however, his drive for success sometimes causes him to push himself to the point of burnout, and his fear of failure often isolates him. despite this, lucas values authentic connections and strives to live in a way that aligns with his values.

〤 ⠀ ─── mat barzal (tbd).

〤 ⠀ ─── callum turner (tbd).

〤 ⠀ ─── tom holland as finn brooks. — finn grew up in a working-class neighborhood, the eldest of three siblings. his father was a mechanic, and his mother worked as a nurse at a local clinic. from a young age, finn admired his mother’s compassion and dedication to helping others, often watching her comfort patients in ways that went beyond medical care. inspired by her, finn decided he wanted to pursue a career in medicine. he is compassionate, resourceful, and deeply empathetic. he approaches his work with humility and a willingness to learn, earning the respect of colleagues and patients alike. outside of the hospital, finn is charming and down-to-earth, though he often neglects his own well-being in his pursuit of excellence. his sense of humor and optimism help him cope with the emotional demands of his job, but he secretly fears that he might burn out if he doesn’t find a balance.

〤 ⠀ ─── jeon jungkook as zane seo. — he was born into a world of power, wealth, and indulgence. his father, a ruthless businessman with a commanding presence, owns one of the most successful and controversial strip club chains in the city. from a young age, zane was exposed to the darker side of luxury, growing up amidst the haze of neon lights, late-night parties, and whispers of illicit dealings. zane gets what he wants—period. he doesn’t take no for an answer and is always a step ahead, manipulating situations and people to suit his desires. whether it’s winning over a business deal, charming someone into his bed, or getting the upper hand in a confrontation, he’s a master of control.

〤 ⠀ ─── shawn mendes as gabriel hernandez. — born into a world of privilege as the only son of diego hernandez, a powerful and ambitious politician, and his late wife, julia, a pianist of immense talent but fragile health. his mother’s death during his early childhood left a profound void in gabriel's life, one that his father tried to fill with discipline and lofty expectations rather than warmth or understanding. he is a charismatic and confident young man, known for his charm and leadership. beneath his polished exterior lies a rebellious and passionate soul, deeply driven by his love for music. fiercely loyal and protective of his loved ones, gabriel struggles with expressing vulnerability due to his father’s strict upbringing. while ambitious and determined, he seeks to define his identity on his own terms, balancing the expectations placed on him with his desire for independence and authenticity.

〤 ⠀ ─── zayn malik as kian bashir. — grew up in a fractured household. his father was cold and controlling, while his mother’s attempts at love were overshadowed by her battles with depression. feeling abandoned and craving validation, kian sought escape in two dangerous outlets: dealing drugs and indulging his insatiable addiction to sex. starting as a low-level dealer in his late teens, kian’s charm and street smarts helped him climb the ranks. now, he’s a key player in an underground network, balancing the adrenaline of his double life with the emptiness it leaves behind. his sex addiction feeds his need for control and closeness, but it often leaves him feeling more isolated than ever. despite his reckless lifestyle, kian’s sharp mind and silver tongue make him both a valuable ally and a dangerous adversary. kian is magnetic, calculating, and deeply self-aware, using his charm to manipulate situations to his advantage.

〤 ⠀ ─── madelyn cline as zoe davis. — zoe grew up in a picturesque seaside town, where the ocean and nearby forests became her playground. her parents, both marine biologists, inspired her love for nature and a deep respect for the environment. as a child, zoe spent hours exploring tide pools, rescuing stray animals, and documenting her adventures with an old camera her mother gave her. zoe is adventurous, empathetic, and fiercely passionate about her work. she’s free-spirited and unafraid to challenge authority when it comes to defending what she believes in. while she can be stubborn and headstrong, she’s also deeply kind and thrives on connecting with others who share her love for the natural world.

〤 ⠀ ─── jodie comer (tbd).

slowly writing their backstory & personalities, bare with me. <3