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The Garden: A Story of a Stable Boy And a Princess- Chapter One

Pairing: Lando Norris × Princess! Reader

Summary: Royalty AU. In which a small town stable boy with big dreams falls for the princess of F1 Kingdom. Will the stars align for such an unlikely pair?

Things to know: This is a fantasy/royalty AU so it's placed in the olden times! The setting of our story is F1 Kingdom; and in replace of F1 racing we have horse racing instead. So it's the same concept as F1 but on horses rather than cars. Each team (Mclaren, Ferrari, Alpine, Redbull, etc.) represents a different village in the kingdom. And that's the gist of what you need to know! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter Summary: The last thing princess y/n expected on her day out was to nearly be trampled by a horse- and it’s rather cute owner.

Warnings: Cussing, (very light) mention of death of parent, probably typos.

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Being F1 kingdom’s princess came with a lot of responsibilities. Approve a court order, attend a meeting with a kingdom overseas, discuss how to feed the poorer citizens of your country. And somehow squeeze in a 3 pm dress fitting on top of all that.

That’s why you enjoyed your days off more than usual.

As much as you loved being a part of the royal family, it was indeed taxing work. The happiness of your citizens fell onto your shoulders and if you were unable to meet their requirements, they could surely turn on you within a week. Your father had prepared you for these tasks growing up- ever since he realized how unlikely it was for mother to make it to your adulthood.

And with your coronation in short of 3 months, you were more than prepared to take role as the queen of F1 Kingdom.

This kingdom meant everything to you. Your focus was purely on each village, from Ferrari to Williams, you loved each one the same. There wasn’t a thought on your mind aside from your role as princess.

Well, that was until you met him.

You lie in the grass of the royal garden, reading your favorite book.

On the days you had even a single resting moment, you would come to the garden. Something about the flowers comforted you- from orchids to peonies and hydrangeas to daisies- you would never tire of their colorful petals and comforting aroma. You enjoyed sitting at the fountain, running your fingers through the water and feeding the kind koi fish. On top of the fountain lay a grand statue of the castle, your home ever since you were born. A pond in the distance was home to many amphibians, their croaks like a song to your ears.

And the times when you were lucky to see a rabbit hopping through the grass or a caterpillar crawling amongst the bushes were especially exciting. You felt at peace out here.

Peace was a gift when you were a princess.

The garden was rather private, with walls blocking the outside world from getting in. Part of you was thankful for that, you couldn’t bear if anything were to happen to your safe space. It was adjacent from the stables and you could spot the window to your room from where you were sitting; but other than that, this garden was all yours.

You roll over on your stomach, flipping to another page in your book. Peace. You loved that word.

That’s when you heard it.

“WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!! Yield horse, yield!!”

A shout. A rather panicked shout that started it all.

Your reflexes kicked in immediately, jumping to your feet and looking around for whoever was there. You suddenly saw a horse barreling out of the stables and towards you. Someone seemed to be atop the stallion.

“WATCH OUT!!”

And watch out you did, frantically hopping out of the way and dodging behind the fountain. You let out a yelp as the horse ran faster through the garden. You were safe, but it was too late for your favorite rose bush to be spared. The mysterious horse and it’s rider trampled over the shrub, scarlet petals falling to the ground like teardrops from your eyes. You gasped witnessing the scene in front of you.

Finally, after what could’ve easily been your untimely death, the charger stopped. The horse was as black as midnight and one of the tallest steeds you had ever seen. If you hadn’t nearly been killed by the reckless animal, you would’ve found it beautiful.

Speaking of reckless.

A young man hopped off the stallion, hand over his heart. His eyes were wide, petrified even- as if he was the one who was almost run over.

His dark curls bounced as he frantically jogged over to you, and you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t a sight to look at. Loose white collar shirt tucked into his trousers, sweat painting his chest and forehead. A few of the curls stuck to the sides of his head and scruff decorated his rather sharp jawline.

Despite the way your heart lept from your chest, you were furious.

“You absolute buffoon!!” Was the first thing from your lips. You stomped over to him, finger in his face. “How idiotic do you have to race through this garden? My private garden, mind you! Do you even have a brain?!”

The man was silent, staring at you with wide eyes. This only fueled your madness. You ran over to the squashed rose bush, a cry escaping you. “Oh, my poor roses!” You gasped, kneeling down next to the crime scene. You felt the man’s presence behind you. “I could have you beheaded!!” You weren’t sure if you actually meant that or not. The wilted leaves lay miserably, and with it, your heart.

“My princess…” You heard him whisper. He had a sweet accent and part of you wondered where he was from. But that should be the last thing on your mind.

Brows furrowed, you stood up to face him. When you turned around he was kneeling in front of you, head hung low. At this scene, you shuffled on your feet awkwardly. You never did like the whole bowing thing.

“My flowers are ruined because of you and that horse,” Was all you said. It may seem silly to him but you didn’t care. That garden meant more than life itself to you.

The man stood up, guilt written on his face. He could barely meet your gaze. “My sincerest apologies,” He said, hand to his heart. “Arrow- er, the horse- got loose and I had no way of stopping him. He is one of the wildest ones.”

You crossed your arms. “You work in the stables?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Yes madame,”

“Do a better job.”

To your surprise, he let out a light chuckle. You had just given him an order and he is laughing. You sucked your teeth and glared at him.

“Pardon my ignorance princess, please,” He said, a smile tugging the corner of his lips. You couldn’t help but fight off a grin as well. “It happens to be my first day and I’ve already made a grand impression haven’t I?”

Your head turned to look at the horse, who had found a lovely patch of grass to chew on. You couldn’t help but relax your shoulders at the sight. Somehow, with the cheeky grin of this unnamed stable boy, you felt at ease. “He is rather beautiful, I must say,” You whispered, giving the man a soft smile.

The man’s eyes lit up. “Arrow is one of the finest in the stable,” He said proudly. “That is, when he does not run away.”

You chuckle. You quite liked his eyes. “I suppose I’ll spare you from a beheading today,” You joked. “Despite the chaos you managed to stop- Arrow, was it? From hurting me. For that I am grateful.” You curtsied and bowed your head in thanks.

“Oh princess, I should have never let him out in the first place,” He said sheepishly. You could see his cheeks heating up.

You giggled and you swore you could’ve seen him smile even wider at the sound. “That is true,” You shrugged. “Why was he out, may I ask?” You were genuinely curious. Typically, the stable boys were only there to do the dirty barn work. Horses were removed if they were needed, and it didn’t quite seem like Arrow had a job a moment ago.

The man rubbed the back of his neck shyly. “A rather stupid reason, I admit.” He muttered. “I can be brainless at times.”

You laughed. “We have already confirmed that, haven’t we?” You said. He grinned at you.

“Well, when you put it that way.”

His smile made you smile. You had no idea why.

“I have this dream of racing in Formula One someday,” He admitted, almost ashamed. “I hope nothing more than to ride the fastest horses in the kingdom, passing the finish line for my home village. I thought I would get a bit of practice in during my stable work… Clearly I have been in over my head.”

“Home village?”

“Mclaren.”

You found the corners of your lips upturning. “My favorite F1 team,” You chuckled. His eyes twinkled brighter than any star you had ever seen. “What is your name? Or should I continue to call you stable boy?”

Stable boy laughed at that and your heart swelled. “As nice of a ring ‘stable boy’ holds, my name is Lando. Lando Norris.” He held out his hand. You took it, and he kissed it, politely bowing once again. “And you are the most etheral sight in this garden, I must admit.”

“Oh, you flatter me,” You blushed deeply. In all the years of being princess, admirers from all over the world would fight for your affection. Princes, sultans, emperors, even. None of them deserved even a second of your day, despite how much your father pushed for you to marry. You were focused on your work, and nothing was to get in the way of that.

It also didn’t help that none of these rich men made your heart flutter like this stable boy did.

“I only speak the truth Princess Y/N,” Lando said, smirking. Your name fell from his tongue like velvet. You wish you could wipe that smirk off his face. “I do however feel horrible about your roses… They were second to your beauty.”

You bit your lip sadly, looking over at the ruined bush. “I did love them,” You whispered. Lando gave you a solemn look. “But I shall take time out of my schedule to plant them once again, I love a good project.” You had no idea when you would have free time again. Just the thought stressed you out horribly, but you tried to hide it.

“You are a busy woman,”

“Indeed,”

He sighed, shoulders slumped. It was clear he felt very guilty. Your eyes trailed over to Arrow once again, who was occupied with another fresh patch of grass. You grinned. “It seems as though Arrow just needed to get out of the stables for a bit,” You said to Lando, hoping to change the topic. The roses were an issue for another day.

Lando smiled thankfully. “He and I are one in the same in that way,” He whispered, staring at the stallion. You coked your head to the side in confusion.

“You don’t enjoy the barn?”

“Oh princess, would anyone enjoy the barn?”

You smiled slightly. “I suppose you’re right,”

“I am incredibly grateful for the opportunity to work for this family, do not misread me,” He quickly followed up. “But I feel as though I am meant to do more. I work from pay day to pay day, scooping waste and hardly making it by. I dream of a life far different from this.”

His story tugged at your heart with every word. You knew he could easily be saying this for pity, a raise- anything to benefit himself. But you didn’t believe that thought. You couldn’t.

Growing up you were always good at reading people like a book. Your father said it’s what makes you such a good leader- but you like to think it’s for a bundle of other reasons too.

Lando is a bit harder to read, and that intrigued you. He seemed like a complex man with a fine mind and future ahead of him. What seemed as a reckless stable boy at first turned out to be a kind gentleman with hope, and that was the last thing you had expected.

Suddenly, his laugh knocked you out of your thoughts. “I am so so sorry princess Y/N,” He chuckled, hand over his heart. You remained silent, confused as to why he was laughing. What a mystery, he was. “Here I am pouring my problems out on you when I have completely messed up your entire day. I apologize deeply. I get carried away sometimes. I will grab Arrow and you will never be bothered by us again, I can swear on that.”

He then started retrieve the stallion and you gasped. “Wait, Lando!” You interrupted him, more frantic than you would’ve liked to admit. You probably seemed insane. Nevertheless he turned around with an eyebrow cocked and a dorky grin on his lips. That hypnotizing grin. “Walk with me, I would like to show you something.”

He seemed confused by this. “If I am missing from work any longer I am sure there will be repercussions-“

“Screw the repercussions, I will see as though nothing will happen to you,” You cut him off and started walking towards the sight you wanted to show. You were almost as shocked at your own words as Lando was.

“Well, I can see why you are so beloved, Princess,” He said excitedly, jogging after you. “You are quite surprising. In the best way, of course.”

You tried to fight off the intense blush that followed his words.

You led him through a short passageway covered in vines. You could see him out of the corner of your eyes, messing with the leaves. You smiled internally and led him to a patch of dirt and weeds.

“Here,” You said, pointing to the sight.

Lando sucked in a breath. “Oh, I- uh, that is incredible. Very grassy, and uh- weeds. I do love weeds.” He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

God. He was adorable

You squatted down, motioning for him to join you. He did, and you showed him a small floret growing atop one of the stems. “Look at this,” You whispered.

He squinted his eyes and nodded. “It is a flower bud,”

“Not just any flower bud, a viola bicolar,” You smiled widely at him.

He didn’t seem to understand. “Wha- Is that french, or?”

You jokingly shoved him down and he let out the most beautiful laugh. “No, Lando, it is a pansy flower,” You said. He sat back up to join you. “Right now this pansy is just a bud, correct? Viola bicolor is known for blooming in the winter, which is why even in the brightest conditions it has yet to reach its full potential.”

“Interesting,” You heard him whisper, but when you turned to face him, his attention wasn’t on the bud, he was staring at you. You flushed under his gaze, but held his eye contact.

“This flower is beautiful because in the coldest, darkest conditions, it blooms,” You say, smiling. His brows furrow together, thinking hard. “Maybe you are like a viola bicolor. Even though everything seems cold and dark right now, you will still bloom into everything you are meant to be.”

Lando smiled and looked down at the bud again, taking it gently between his fingers. As he did this, he brushed up against your hand and you felt the callousness of him. It ignited your whole body at once. “So you are calling me a pansy?” He joked, admiring the floret. “It is wonderful Princess. Thank you.”

“Call me Y/N,” You said, and his head looked up at you in curiosity. “I do love the whole ‘princess’ thing, but I enjoy hearing you say my name as well.”

That was bold.

Lando stood up and helped you to your feet. His face was lit up with the most lovable expression. “As you wish, Y/N,” He said, not quite letting go of your hand.

Suddenly, you heard a booming voice.

“Y/N!!” It yelled. “Where are you?? You are needed in the dining hall at once!!”

You gasped, panic filling you. You dropped his hand, the absence cold on your skin. “My father,” You said, pushing Lando. He looked just as scared. “Go get Arrow and return to the stables at once! I will distract him.”

He nodded and started running towards Arrow, but suddenly stopped. You gave him a frantic look but he just gave you a cheeky grin, just as he has all day. “When will I see you again?” He asked, eyes hopeful.

You hated to admit how much your heart started beating at his words, but you hated the thought of your father finding him more. “Never, if you do not run! Go!” You pushed. He disappeared behind the shrub and vines and you let out a sigh of relief.

“I am over by the pansies papa!” You yelled out. “Come over!”

Your father appeared from the opposite direction that Lando ran off to, and you thanked whatever spirits were watching over you in that moment. “There you are!” He said, walking over to you. “One of our knights informed me that a horse got loose from our stable. I was worried sick.”

Your eyes widened. “Oh, well I have not seen any horse in the garden,” You said confidently. “Surely it will return soon, yes?” Very soon, little did he know.

Your father sighed and rubbed his chin. “What have you been up to all day? Your face is terribly red.” He asked, feeling your forehead with the back of his palm. You chuckled and shrugged nervously. “Hurry and clean up, we have business to attend.”

“But it is my day off-“

“Oh sweetheart, we never truly have days off.”

You bit your lip and begrudgingly followed the king back to the castle, a sigh escaping your lips.

You were less worried about your next day off, more so about when you would see that mysterious stable boy again.

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“Another beer, please,” Sebastian held up his cup, hoping for a cute wench to take it.

Max stared at Sebastian. “No, no, what happens next??” He asked. The group laughed at this. “What business did the princess have to attend? Did the stable boy ever achieve his dream of becoming a racer??”

Sebastian smirked as the bartender poured him another brew. “Well, well, look who is interested- thank you love- in my story now.” He chuckled.

George Russel, Lewis’ teammate for Mercedes held up a glass. “He truly pulls you in with the stories, does he not?” He chuckled.

Max didn’t even care about the teasing, he just wanted the next part of the tale. “What next??”

Sebastian shrugged, looking around the tavern. It was as busy as ever as he took a swig of his drink. “Ah, hell. The night is still young, I suppose I could continue.”

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The Garden: A Story of a Stable Boy And a Princess- Chapter List

prologue

chapter one

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Masterlist so far!!

F1 Stories:

“Everywhere, everything”- Charles Leclerc x reader (Unfinished)

“The Garden”- Lando Norris x reader (Unfinished)

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The Garden: A Story of a Stable Boy And a Princess- Prologue

Pairing: Lando Norris x Princess! Reader

Summary: Royalty AU. In which a small town stable boy with big dreams falls for the princess of F1 Kingdom. Will the stars align for such an unlikely pair?

Things to know: This is a fantasy/royalty AU so it’s placed in the olden times! The setting of our story is F1 Kingdom; and in replace of F1 racing we have horse racing instead. So it’s the same concept as F1 but on horses rather than cars. Each team (Mclaren, Ferarri, Alpine, Redbull, etc.) represents a different village in the kingdom. And that’s the gist of what you need to know! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter Summary: And so, our story begins in an old, rusted tavern.

Warnings: Cussing, mentions of alcohol, drinking.

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“Pour me another one mate!!” Cheers among the tavern were loud, guests fumbling over their feet and struggling to stay still all at once. The smell of meat and rum was enough to send the average villager into a state of intoxicated shock- but for our regulars, it was simply another Tuesday night. Laughter and shouts just from this bar were sure to be heard all the way to the castle.

Beer after beer after beer. As if it was a routine.

One group in particular, who resided in the darkest corner of the tavern (one that they had nobly claimed as “their corner” in the previous weeks) is where we start our story. A large group of the best horse racers the kingdom had ever seen- known as the prestigious Formula 1 racers.

“Come on Sir Vettel, tell us one of your tales! It would be a grand welcome to our newest guy.” Sir Lewis Hamilton said, flashing a big grin. He was the current world champion for Mercedes Village, unstoppable when he was on a stallion. And when he got alcohol in his system.

The group chimed in, agreeing with Lewis’ statement. Max Verstappen, the newest addition to F1, curiously looked between all of them. He had moved from Redbull kingdom to race for his hometown- such a young racer excited fans and clearly the team as well. Though in moments such as this, he felt particularly clueless. “Tales? As in a story?” He asked, eyeing Sir Vettel with piqued attention. Sebastian couldn’t help but chuckle.

“No, no, I could never bore you all with such things,” He protested. Sebastian Vettel was the eldest of the racers- therefore the wisest. Having served his due diligence to the sport, everyone looked up to him in that way. He was sure to go down as the best in all the kingdom. Who wouldn’t admire such a feat?

Lewis stood up and smacked his glass the table with a bang. “Nonsense!” He laughed, the rum clearly taking over. “Your stories are second to your racing. I’ll be damned if we leave tonight without satisfaction.”

“Yeah!”

“Here, here!!”

“I can raise a glass to that one!”

The crowd all cheered, fist pumping and jugs in the air. Max had never been in such an environment- he was interested as to why everyone was so adamant about these stories. Nevertheless, he couldn’t deny how much he agreed with them.

Sebastian eyed Max and smirked. “Shall I?” He asked. The man would be lying if he denied how much he loved storytelling. He shrugged. “The people do say I have a rather poetic tongue.”

Max couldn’t help but chuckle at this. “Please, go ahead,” He nodded eagerly. He was only one drink in, but it seemed they would need many more for the night to come. “I must see this.”

Pierre Gasly (a proud Alpine racer) excitedly pat Max on the back at that. “That’s more like it!” He shouted, causing an uproar of rowdiness again.

Sebastian laughed and held his hands up. “As you wish! As you all wish!!” He chuckled, bringing a proud finger to his lips. “Hush now as I begin a tale of love-“

“Love?” Max couldn’t help but interrupt. The racers all eyes him angrily at that, but Max didn’t care. “M-My apologies but you gathered us for a romance story?” Maybe he just was just tipsy, but the last thing on his mind was a sap story.

Sebastian shook his head, seemingly unbothered by the interruption. In fact, it made things all the more exciting for him. “Oh but it is so much more than a romantic story, young Verstappen. It is a story of adventure, heartbreak, horrors, dreams… and how love prevails through all.” He said proudly, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. “But, if you do not want to hear then it can wait-“

“No! Continue, continue,” Max urged, his interests getting the better of him. Sebastian smirked once again. “We have all night, do we not?”

The group clinked glasses and a few more “here, here” could be heard amongst them. “Very well,” Vettel chuckled. His eyes met Lewis’ who gave him a knowing grin.

“Our story begins in a royal garden. With a young princess and a stable boy…”

A/N: Ahh sorry this is short but I’m so excited about this one!!

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Everywhere, Everything-

CL16 (Chapter 5/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc × female!reader

Series Summary: In which a rising singer gets her biggest break yet; opening at the Austin Grand Prix. All record companies would have their eyes on her- along with a certain monegasque driver.

Trope: Slow burn with a mix of other tropes in there (He fell first, one bed, roommates, all the good ones!)

Chapter Summary: Sharing a bed with your newfound friend is completely normal. Even with new feelings brewing, surely you could push them down for one night, right?

Warnings: Cussing, rushed chapter, probably typos 🫣

“Charles, just get in bed before I push you out the window,” You stated firmly, patting the spot in the bed next to you.

The two of you had spent the past 25 minutes unpacking, and within the last 5 minutes, arguing about the bed situation. It was race weekend and the both of you were exhausted. Sure, one bed for two people wasn’t ideal, but you were tired and couldn’t care less at this point. Charles rocked back and forth on his feet nervously.

“Are you sure?” He muttered. You huffed. If he asked you that one more time, you swore to keep the bed all to yourself.

“Yes, Charles,” You crossed your arms. “I trust you, it’s not weird. I share beds with friends all the time.”

Charles wasn’t worried about weirding you out though. Well, he was, but his main concern was being so damn close to you. He was afraid if he somehow turned too far in his sleep, his arms would find their way around your body. He would instinctively pull you closer to his chest. And he would never want to let go again.

You hardened your eyes on him. Why was he so adamant about not sleeping in the same bed as you? You could see how it would be weird, but surely he didn’t want to sleep on the floor, right?

Then a horrible thought flickered in your mind. Maybe he didn’t want to be around you. That possibly, he was already regretting taking you on the tour. After all, you already cost him a bed.

You sighed deeply when he stayed frozen. Pushing yourself out of the bed, you shrugged. “I’m gonna go change into pajamas. You can have the bed, it’s okay. I’ll make a pallet on the floor.” You muttered regretfully. The last thing you wanted to do was burden Charles days before the race. You felt a pang in your heart when he remained silent as you closed the door to the bathroom. You rested your forehead against the door. “Fuck,” You muttered to yourself. You were probably a huge inconvenience to him at this point.

Charles was interesting like that. One moment you’d be the happiest person alive in his company, the next, you’re nervous under his gaze or worrying whether or not you’re saying the right thing. Then again, who wouldn’t be nervous around him? Especially under this circumstance.

You decided you could push the feeling away long enough to get through the rest of the race season. You’d sooner lick the bottom of Christian Horner’s shoes than have feelings complicate your friendship with him, and even more than that, your career. You had one focus at the end of all of this- your music career. You didn’t wanna lose sight of that.

“Charles, are there any extra blankets?” You called as you exited the bathroom, dressed in fuzzy shorts and a tank top. You froze where you stood seeing the sight of Charles.

On the bed.

Shirtless.

“We can share the bed, no way in hell I’m making you sleep on the floor,” He said, playfully tossing a pillow at you. It hit your stomach and fell to the ground, your arms unable to move due to his naked state. Well, not naked, but he might as well have been. He chuckled at you. “Damn, you can’t catch.”

You scoffed at him. “Screw you, I’m jet lagged,” You countered, crawling into bed. Next to your shirtless friend. No big deal.

Charles leaned the back of his head against the bed frame and gave you a smile. “It was really sweet of you to offer me the bed,” He said, not a hint of falseness in his voice. You shrugged.

“Last thing I could do, all things considered,” You said. “I’m not about to inconvenience you right before race weekend.”

“You’d never inconvenience me,” He said, almost immediately as the words left your mouth. You blushed deeply, and thanked whatever God was out there that the lights were dim.

“So, you ready for free practice tomorrow?” You asked, hoping the subject change would prevent him from saying odd stuff like that.

“Yeah, I got a lucky charm now and everything.” He joked, nudging you with his elbow.

Fuck. Didn’t work.

You rolled your eyes. “You’ve been doing just fine before me, you’ll be okay now.” You said, a sideways smile tugging at your lips. “You’re hella talented frenchie.”

Charles bit his bottom lip, and you swore for a second his eyes trailed down to your mouth. Just for a second. “I don’t know, last race was the first podium I’ve gotten in a while. Same shitty strategies, same shitty mistakes, only one thing was different. You were there.” He argued. A convincing debate it was, but you couldn’t allow yourself to get carried away in the thought of being his ‘lucky charm’. You wouldn’t.

“Hopefully the luck continues then,” You grinned at him.

Even in the dark of the room, his face lit up brighter than anything you had seen. “It will,”

And that was a promise.

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You were cold. Near freezing, even. Toes numb and fingertips prickly, you huffed warm breath into your hands. You curled your knees up to your chest and shivered.

Who knew Charles was such a blanket hog?

At some point in the night, he had completely wrapped himself up in the blankets and sheets. Leaving you with nothing. The air conditioned breeze soon awoke you, much to your dismay.

You flipped your body to face him. His face looked peaceful, features soft. The covers were pulled up to his chin and a faint smile was found on his sleeping lips. For a minute you stared, unable to do anything else. You had never seen him like this- so still. So beautiful.

Your eyebrows furrowed. Shut up. Shut up. You can’t be thinking such things. You can’t.

Carefully, you nudged Charles with your foot. No reaction. You huffed. “Charles,” You whispered intensely. “Charles!”

Damn, he was a heavy sleeper.

You decided to take matters into your own hands and tear the blanket away from him yourself. Your shivering hands found a fistful of the covers, tugging with all your strength. There was zero movement.

“Goddamnit, Charles, you drive an F1 car with super quick reaction time and yet you’re a heavy sleeper??” You whispered in annoyance, still tugging. “Charles!”

Not a stir. At this point the goosebumps on your skin had multiplied and you were fed up. You sat up in the bed, and with a deep breath, you grabbed Charles by the shoulders and shook him as hard as you could. “Wake up! Wake up!”

A gasp exploded from Charles as he jolted awake in your grasp, and he shook himself free from the covers. He sat up immediately, eyes wide in fear. “What? What? Are you okay Y/N??” He asked frantically, grabbing your arms. “Holy shit you’re cold.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. “Yeah, you took all the covers,” You said. His body fell back onto the bed in relaxation, but he looked up at you guiltily.

“I am so so sorry love,” He muttered, slapping his face with his palm. You ignored the butterflies you got when he called you ‘love’. “Lie back down, I’ll cover you up.”

You happily obliged, suddenly hit with a second wave of sleepiness. You lied on your side, looking up at him thankfully.

You were still shivering, which Charles noticed, and he quickly draped the blanket over your body. When he did this, though, one arm fell over your body. You could feel the skin of his bicep when he adjusted the blanket, trapping you beneath him. Your breath caught in your throat. Yet… his body was so warm.

Charles seemed to notice this predicament and he quickly retreated his arm, flustered. You shivered at the loss of contact. “Aye yi, so so sorry,” He muttered for the second time that night.

“No, don’t be,” You said, suddenly feeling bold. Something overcame you as the words left your mouth, but you caught his gaze in the dark room and gave him a soft smile. “It was nice. You were warm, I mean.”

He chuckled. “If I ever hog the covers again, feel free to kick me off the bed,” He said. You couldn’t read his expression, but you nodded just in case.

Within that sentence, it was implied you guys would be sharing a bed again.

You decided you liked that thought.

You were finally warm, after all.

A/N: I’m so sorry for how short the chapters have been! I’m really rushing to finish the story and I find that writing shorter chapters at a time is easier. Thank y’all!!

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Everywhere, Everything-

CL16 (Chapter 4/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc × female!reader

Series Summary: In which a rising singer gets her biggest break yet; opening at the Austin Grand Prix. All record companies would have their eyes on her- along with a certain monegasque driver.

Trope: Slow burn with a mix of other tropes in there (He fell first, one bed, roommates, all the good ones!)

Chapter Summary: Plane rides and conversations spark new and confused feelings inside you.

Warnings: Cussing, reader is clueless, extremely quick and rushed chapter 🫣

“Oh my god, Charles,” You said, stuffing your mouth with a rich chocolate cheesecake. “This is delicious. I take back everything I said about private jets. Screw the environment. I literally want to marry this dessert.” Charles couldn’t help but laugh at you. You were only halfway joking anyways.

You two had boarded a private plane to go to Mexico earlier that morning. After a lot of struggling, he finally pulled you out of the hotel bed to make it to the plane on time. You were a force to be reckoned with when your sleep schedule was fucked. He quite literally had to drag you at one point, but that’s long forgotten. All you could focus on now was the plane food.

“Is this what being rich is like? Sign me up.” You licked your lips and rubbed your stomach happily. You leaned back in the cozy chair and curled your feet up close. Okay. As nice as it was to be in this position, you were petrified. You could put on a brave face in front of Charles but in truth, you had no idea what you were getting yourself into. Private gets, trip to Mexico, fancy food, expensive hotels… Not to mention you still had to perform at the rest of the Grand Prix this season.

You silently kicked yourself for agreeing to it.

Nonetheless you still smiled and thanked Charles once again for everything. After all, he’s the reason your dreams may come true.

But to him, it seemed like no big deal.

You watched him shake his head and shrug. “No, no. No more thanking me.” He chuckled. You scoffed. And he dramatically put a hand over his heart and gasped. “Sassy today, are we?”

“I have to thank you,” You protested. “How can I not? I promise I’m gonna pay you back someday, for everything. This is so much bigger than you realize.”

Charles grinned, dimples prominent on his cheeks. “Non, non,” He ticked his finger back and forth. “It’s just a favor for a friend.” Friend. The word echoed in your brain more times than you’d like to admit.

“Whatever you say frenchie,”

“You do realize that term is incredibly offensive? I’m not french.” He huffed like a child. “I’m monegasque.”

You laughed and tossed a straw wrapper you had balled up previously at him. He chuckled and fought back, tossing plastic cup which you easily dodged. The more time you spent with Charles, the more comfortable you two had grown, which is saying a lot because it had only been a few days. The universe is funny in that way, you think. It puts two people together and sometimes they just click. It seemed to be the same with you and Charles.

Soon after the first (and probably last) straw paper war, a flight attendant came to take your plate. She smiled kindly at you, her gaze drifting to Charles as she lifted the silverware. “Is there anything else I can get for you guys?” She asked, her tone sweet. You weren’t keen on the way her eyes wandered over Charles more than once. Especially when her hands wandered dangerously close to his as she grabbed his wine glass. Taking a deep breath to think clearly, you realized you were just protective of your friend. Nothing wrong with that.

“No, thank you, I am good,” He responded, and she nodded her head and flashed an award winning smile. He looked over at you. “Do you want anything else Y/N?”

You froze for a second when he caught your gaze, but quickly regained composure. “No, thank you,” You smiled at the flight attendant, breaking away from Charles’ intense stare. She nodded, glancing at Charles one last time, but his focus was hardened on you. The attendant walked away, her heels clacking against the ground. It thankfully filled the awkward silence you felt. “So, looks like someone’s got a secret admirer?” You wiggled your eyebrows at Charles.

He blinked, confused. “Who?”

Your eyebrows raised in shock. He must be oblivious. “The flight attendant,” You gave him a crooked smile, shock and confusion filled his features. “She was checking you out completely. And she’s cute, maybe you should get her name?”

He smiled but it was clearly forced. “I didn’t even notice.” He said honestly.

You two sat in silence for a minute or so, Charles scrolling through his phone. He seemed completely unbothered by the flight attendant’s advances. Then again, he probably got a lot of attention from women. He’s probably immune to it by now. If that’s even possible.

You looked out the window. The plane soared through the clouds, creating a scene out of a painting. The sun peaked through just enough to create an orange glow among the sky. You took a deep breath, imagining the upcoming days. It didn’t feel real. You were set to play Saturday after qualifying. Mexico was a beautiful track, not quite your favorite, but you knew the energy would be incredible. That is, if you could make it to Saturday. You were sure you were going to pass of a heart attack soon enough.

“Are you going to watch the race?” Charles voice broke you out of your thoughts.

“What?”

“This race weekend,” He suddenly got shy. “I know you’re going to be focused on your music and everything, but are you going to watch the race this weekend?”

You smiled widely. What an odd question. “Of course I am Charles, everything from free practice to race day I’m gonna be there.” You assured him. His smile grew. “It’s my first real Grand Prix weekend. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

His shoulders slumped slightly and you wondered what you could’ve said to change his demeanor. His smile remained unwavering though, and he stretched. You had to stop yourself from looking at his biceps as he laid his hands behind his head. “You’ll be watching from the Ferrari paddock, yes?”

“I was actually thinking of the Redbull paddock,” You joked. Charles though, didn’t seem to understand, and you could see his eyebrows furrow. His eyes widened in fear and you nearly fell back in your chair from laughing. “Oh my god Charles no, I was joking. Of course I’ll be cheering for Ferrari. I’ll be cheering for you.” That last sentence slipped out faster than you could stop it.

You couldn’t help but notice the way his cheeks reddened at that, and you slapped yourself inside your mind. How could you possibly say that? You definitely made him uncomfortable. You cleared your throat, sweating. “Are you nervous for the race?” You asked, hoping he would forget all about this conversation by this time tomorrow.

Charles bit his lip in thought. Your eyes focused on his mouth, the way his teeth rolled over his bottom lip almost made you crazy. You forced yourself to look away, ashamed. This had been about the 5th time today you had to break your gaze away from him and you had no idea why. “Truly I’m worried about the team’s strategies, this season the pit stops have been awful and team communication has completely gone out the window.” He had to chuckle at the absurdity. You assumed if he didn’t laugh he would cry. “Nevertheless I have high hopes, as long as I go into it determined then I’m bound to come out feeling good yeah?”

You smiled at him, seeing the way his body physically relaxed at the sight. “I’m sure you’ll do great Charles, you’re really talented despite the cards you’ve been given,” You said. He nodded. “Whatever you do though, never let racing change you.”

He raised an eyebrow, lost. “Racing is who I am. It’ll never change me.” Is all he said to that. You pursed your lips together and sucked in a light breath. You wondered if you were overstepping by saying any of this. “Besides,” He grinned widely at you. “I’ll have a lucky charm there this time, and an awesome hype up playlist.”

Your heart swelled. The corners of your mouth twitched upward. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, absolutely,”

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“Dude how do you afford the nicest hotels in the history of the world?” You asked Charles, gaping eyes around the hotel lobby. You probably stuck out like a sore thumb, the way your mouth was wide at the sight of the shining chandelier or the way you stuttered when the doorman welcomed you.

The plane ride had been long but you enjoyed every second, you couldn’t deny that. Charles company was incredible. Not only were the conversations special, but you kicked his butt in Mario-Kart and forced him to watch a horror movie. He screamed like a little girl and made you swear to never tell anyone. You agreed, but you were never let him forget about it.

Charles chuckled at you. “Close your mouth, a fly is gonna land in there,” He teased and you flushed with embarrassment.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just get to our hotel room Frenchie. My arms are tired from holding this suitcase.”

“I’m not french!”

A kind young lady eventually showed the two of you to the hotel room. You guys had agreed to share another room for easy accommodation, plus you were very unsure of staying in a hotel room by yourself in a country you had never visited. Charles was more than okay with that, eager even. He was a very kind friend, always looking out for you.

“Enjoy your love weekend!” The sweet lady said to the two of you, handing Charles the room key. “A beautiful couple, you are.”

“WHAT?” The two of you cried in unison, laughing awkwardly at her words. You wondered what could’ve possibly made her assume the two of you were a couple. On a romantic weekend, at that. Charles shook his head and placed a hand over his heart. “Thank you but we are just friends,” He chuckled, eyebrows furrowed together in embarrassment. He refused to meet your eye, instead fidgeting uncomfortably.

Friend. There was that word again, bouncing back and forth in your mind like an annoying ear worm.

The lady’s mouth opened in a small ‘o’ shape, clearly confused. Flustered, she apologized and the three of you laughed it off. Charles made sure to deeply thank her, tipping her a decent amount for showing the way to the room. Once again, you were amazed by his kindness.

Charles slid the key card into the door, and opened the hotel room. “Oh, shit,” He muttered, pausing at the door. You ran directly into his back.

“Charles, what the hell-“ You grumbled, about to give him a piece of your mind.

“I guess I know why she assumed we were a couple now,” He said, carefully stepping out of the way to let you into the room.

Your eyes widened at the sight.

There was only one bed.

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Everywhere, Everything-

CL16 (Chapter 3/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc × female!reader

Series Summary: In which a rising singer gets her biggest break yet; opening at the Austin Grand Prix. All record companies would have their eyes on her- along with a certain monegasque driver.

Trope: Slow burn with a mix of other tropes in there (He fell first, one bed, roommates, all the good ones!)

Chapter Summary: An early morning with Charles almost makes you forget you had to go back home later that day. Or did you?

Warnings: Cussing, Y/N is oblivious, probably typos 🫣

The sun peaking through the hotel window agonizingly awoke you from your slumber. How cruel of the sun it is to rise so early every morning, you thought. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you attempted to sit up with blurry vision, but failed.

You were never a morning person.

You could recall all the times your friends would wake you up at sleepovers- at lunchtime. They knew better than to speak to you before noon, at the very least. Groaning, you turned to check the time on your phone. Yep. 10 am. Just as you thought, way too early. At least for a night owl such as yourself.

Flashbacks from the night before quickly flooded your head. “Holy shit,” You mumbled to yourself. Yesterday felt like a dream, one you never wanted to awake from. Everything from playing in front of thousands of people to sleeping in a strangers hotel room seemed like a cruel drug induced vision. Luckily for you (and probably your health) it was a very real experience. The nearby couch with discarded blankets and pillows confirmed that for you.

Only thing missing was Charles; where could he be at a time like this?

You wiped your eyes once again, still groggy and longing for a nap. Surely you could sleep for another 30 minutes… or 2 hours…

That pleasant thought was soon interrupted by Charles unpleasantly walking into the hotel room. You could tell he tried to be quiet by opening the door slowly, but your blood still boiled at the sound of his footsteps. You turned to glare at him. You couldn’t help it.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t wake you up did I?” He said, frantically setting down all of his bags. His eyebrows furrowed together in guilt.

“Mm-mm.” You muttered, shaking your head. Well, barely. You were too lazy to shake completely.

Charles sighed. “Good, I got breakfast,” He offered, holding up a white bag with a delicious aroma radiating from it. The scent surrounded you, even from your position on the bed. Your stomach growled in protest. “I had interviews all morning, barely made it to the bakery before they closed for breakfast. Damn, I really rushed.”

You pushed yourself to sit up. You knew looked a mess but you couldn’t possibly care about that when you were so hungry. “Mm food,” Was all you mumbled. You weakly held out your hand, squinting your blurry eyes. Charles exploded into laugher. He tried to stop it, but the sight of you with bed head and exhausted expression was too much. You pouted. “What’s your issue frenchie?” Your morning voice cracked. Charles cackled harder at that.

“Not a morning person, huh?” He chuckled out, setting the food on the bed next to you. You dived directly into it, not even answering his question. Charles watched in admiration as you hungrily found a buttery pastry and smiled at the sight. Just what you needed. You tapped the spot on the bed next to you, motioning for him to sit down. He hesitantly sat down on the bed making sure to keep a respectable distance; he didn’t want to risk making you even slightly uncomfortable. You handed him a croissant in silence. “Thank you,” He said. You nodded, taking a bite of your pastry. You gave a thumbs up to him, a signal that it was very good.

Charles was sure he had died and went to heaven. To the normal eye this would seem like a very strange scenario- Sitting in silence with a grumpy girl who would rather focus on shoving a croissant in her mouth than have a conversation with him. But to Charles, it was the most perfect scenario. You looked so cute in your sleepy state and he would rather spend years in silence with you than to have never met you at all.

Or maybe he was going insane.

“Not a morning person,” You finally mumbled, popping the last bite of food into your mouth. You took a swig of coffee Charles had picked up as well. “I get very grumpy when the sun comes up… Thank you for breakfast.” You felt a little sheepish at the way you acted when he first arrived this morning.

Charles smiled softly. “No worries,” He said. “Reminds me of your song ‘Sunrise’ and the line about hating mornings- didn’t know how honest that was.”

Your eyes widened, taken aback. “You listened to that song??” You stuttered. And he remembered that line too? What is with this guy? He nodded happily to your question. “Wow- I- That’s so awesome.”

“I really think you’re meant to be a star, Y/N.” He stated confidently.

“Thank you Charles, it’s been a really long road. I still remember making songs in my moms closet as a 7 year old, hopefully one day I can make songs in my own record studio.” You laughed at the memory. You were a big dreamer. Always had been.

“You’re gonna get there one day, mark my words.” He said. You smiled at him, hands tightening around the cup. You were a little nervous under his gaze but didn’t know why. You pushed the feeling down.

“I’m not sure about that, after today I don’t have much going for me,” You said regretfully. He lifted a brow in confusion. “I’m just returning home to play the same old gigs in the same old bars. I would love nothing more than to continue playing in front of thousands of people- but that’s not realistic.”

Charles was in shock. “What??” He stood up from the bed. He honestly hadn’t even thought about you leaving soon. He hated it. “No, that’s not the kickass ‘follow your dreams’ Y/N I talked to last night. You’re gonna go far. You set your sights on your dreams and complete them, remember?”

You blinked at him. “Charles-“

He cut you off. “I have an idea,” He said, a wide smile spreading across his face. “It’s a long shot, but promise me you won’t leave until I get it sorted out.”

You were so confused. You checked your phone. “Charles, my plane leaves in 5 hours.” You protested. He nodded.

“That’s all I need,”

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You had one hour to get to your plane in time. And in normal Y/N fashion, you were running late. You pressed your phone in between your ear and shoulder as you hurriedly packed your suitcase.

“There’s a ton of chatter about you on F1 media, but other than that… I’m sorry Y/N.” Diana said through the line. “I know you were hoping to get discovered.”

“Yeah, I set my expectations really high didn’t I?” You chuckled sadly. The thought of returning home empty handed tore at your heart. “And it wasn’t all bad, gained a few more fans, some confidence, and an experience I’ll never forget. Oh, and a new friend.”

“New friend?” Diana smirked. “It wouldn’t happen to be that hunk Leclerc you stayed with last night, would it?”

You rolled your eyes, even though she couldn’t see you. “It’s not like that Di,” You said, very matter of fact. You knew what she was getting at. “Nothing happened, and after today, he’s probably never gonna talk to me again. It was just a really nice thing he did, and very much a one time thing.”

Diana hummed. “Tell that to all of the streaming platforms he followed you on,” She pointed out.

“So, he likes my music? You like my music, doesn’t mean you wanna get in my pants.”

“Yeah well I’m also not a hot ass F1 driver either so-“

“GOODBYE Diana,” You hung up on her, but you knew that wouldn’t be the last time she talked about him. You checked your watch. You definitely had to leave soon if you wanted to get your flight. But the thought of leaving without saying goodbye to Charles felt wrong, especially after how kind he’s been.

He disappeared a few hours ago and hasn’t returned since. You were running out of time to wait. Sighing, you packed up the last of your items and picked up your guitar. Maybe you could DM him over insta to say goodbye, or ask around for his number-

Just then, the door slammed wide open. It almost hit you in the face. “WHOA!” You jumped back in shock. Charles came rushing in, heart beating in his chest but a huge grin on his face. “That’s the second time you almost knocked me out frenchie!!” You yelped. Hidden below your annoyance, you were glad he came back in time.

“Drop your bags,” He said, nearly shaking from excitement. “You don’t have to go home today.”

You were so confused. A million questions went through your mind at once. “What do you mean??” Is the one you decided on. “Charles, I have a plane in 45 minutes!”

He shook his head in a frenzy. “I talked around, got with some big guys and long story short, they said you can continue at playing at Grand Prix for us for the rest of the season,” His smile was miles wide. “I’m talking Mexico, Brazil, Las Vegas, and Abu Dhabi, Y/N. This is your chance to be discovered. A chance to live your dreams.”

Your mouth hung agape. He had to have been joking. There was no way this was happening. You silently swore to kill him if he was pulling your leg. “Charles-“

“I promise you this is very real,” He nodded, almost as if reading your thoughts. You felt emotions you had no idea existed. It was as if a tornado was swirling inside your brain.

“I- I don’t have the money-“

“Not an issue, I will provide you with everything you need,” He said.

You shook your head no. “I can’t ask you to do that, that’s- that’s crazy-“

“Y/N, listen to me. I want to do this. I want you to do this.” He met your gaze with the most honest eyes. Your heart caught in your throat. “You don’t have to take the offer, but if you leave today and get on that plane home-“

“I wouldn’t be following my dreams,” You whispered, looking down. It was all hitting you. Holy shit. This means everything. This could be everything for you. Your entire future, and Charles was holding it in the palm of his hand.

“Please, Y/N,” He nearly begged. It was almost a selfish act, part of him did this so he wouldn’t have to depart from you so soon. But if he could see you achieve your dream, he would die a happy man.

“Charles, are you sure?” You fidgeted, meeting his eyes once again. You gave him a soft smile.

At the sight of the smile, he had never been more sure of anything in his life. “I’m positive,” He nodded.

You covered your mouth with your hands and let out a muffled squeal. You couldn’t help but jump up and down in excitement. “Mexico, here we come!!” You shouted, unable to stop the laughter. Charles joined in chuckling, clapping and grinning wider than you had ever seen. “Can I give you a hug??” You asked, caught up in the moment. For a second your mouth went dry, regretting it. But Charles quickly muttered a small “Of course” and pulled you in for a tight hug. Your heartbeat sped up. “Thank you so much, Charles,” You whispered into his shoulder.

“No, thank you Y/N,” He said with the widest smile you thankfully couldn’t see.

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Everywhere, Everything-

CL16 (Chapter 2/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc × female!reader

Series Summary: In which a rising singer gets her biggest break yet; opening at the Austin Grand Prix. All record companies would have their eyes on her- along with a certain monegasque driver.

Trope: Slow burn with a mix of other tropes in there (He fell first, one bed, roommates, all the good ones!)

Chapter Summary: After the performance of her dreams, Y/N finally heads back to her hotel room. But a certain mix up sends Charles and Y/N headfirst into meeting- literally.

Warnings: Cussing, rushed chapter, probably typos 🫣

You were sure Diane’s screeches would deafen you at any minute. Wincing, you pulled the phone away from your ear in an effort to quiet her. No avail.

“Y/N this is huge!!” She squealed. “They loved you, love, love, loved you! I could totally tell, the energy even on TV- oh my god-“

You chuckled. Despite her nearly unintelligible screams, you could tell your manager was genuinely happy for you. “Yeah I’m literally, like, speechless right now,” You whispered. You fumbled the hotel keys from your pocket, staring at the door of your hotel room. You allowed yourself to drink the events from the night in. You felt euphoric, on top of the world. “Okay Diane, I gotta go. I’m exhausted. I stayed behind to watch the other bands and help them clean up afterwards. Sometimes I’m truly too kind.”

Diane laughed. “Yeah yeah, you’re definitely a saint,” She joked. “Get some shut eye. I have a feeling tomorrow is gonna be filled with chatter about you.”

After a quick goodbye, you swiped the key card to your hotel room. Fancy.

A little too fancy, in fact.

Any other night- any normal night- you would never be able to afford staying at this hotel. It was one of the best in Texas, reserved for only the richest of the rich. Thank god the band you opened for booked and paid for your room. You suppose staying back and helping them clean was the least you could do to thank them.

Swinging the door open, you shuffled into the room quickly, afraid of looking too out of place in that hallway. Perhaps the fact that the lights were already on in the room should’ve set you off, or maybe the pile of hoodies and t-shirts on the floor. But you didn’t even get a chance to question any of it because as soon as you looked up, you slammed headfirst into a taller man.

“AHH, WHAT THE HELL??!” You screamed, backing up in fear, grabbing whatever defense you could possibly find. Your guitar. That would do. You held it up like a baseball bat, hopefully threatening him more than he threatened you.

Not that he was threatening you, the man had backed up in fear, holding his hands up in confusion. “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” He shouted, eyes wide. You picked up on a sweet accent in his voice. “What- What is this- Why are you in my hotel room?!”

“Your hotel room?!” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at that statement. Still, you didn’t drop the guitar. “This is mine, I had a friend of mine book it for me.”

“Okay, well let’s just put the guitar down and we’ll figure it out,” The man said calmly. “I’ve been staying in this room for the past few days, I’m fairly confident it’s mine.” He chuckled a little bit at you.

Your eyebrows furrowed deeper at his amusement. Slowly, you lowered the guitar and tried to stand as confident as possible. “Okay…” You muttered. Now that you weren’t seeing red anymore, the man in front of you looked awfully familiar. His deep green eyes and pointy nose stood out to you, something about his scruffy brown hair was comforting. But you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

Charles inhaled deeply. The moment you stepped into his room he recognized you, instant flashbacks to your beautiful performance. Ideally, his first meeting with you wouldn’t have been giving each other concussions and you threatening him with a guitar- but beggars can’t be choosers. His hands found their way to his phone, showing you in an effort to calm your fears. “Let me give the hotel a call,” He offered.

You watched the familiar man wander into another room, on call with the hotel manager. You could still hear his voice, hardly making out bits and pieces of the conversation. “Okay… What… None at all… Why…” Is all you could hear. You sighed and checked your watch. It was 1:30 in the morning. So much for you getting a good nights rest.

Eventually the man came back out, waving his phone on the air. “So, uh… the hotel screwed up and double booked this room,” He said. You blinked in confusion. “They didn’t realize I was already staying here.”

“Oh, okay, well are they going to get me another room?” You nodded, bouncing on your heels. You were really freaking tired.

The man grimaced. “I tried, they said literally every single room in this hotel is taken,” He said sheepishly.

Your eyes widened. “What?? Then where the hell am I supposed to stay?” You rubbed your face in your hands. Frustration instantly consumed you. “Just lovely.”

The man rubbed the back of his neck. “We could try calling around- although most places are probably closed and- yeah…” He realized the error of his word as he said it. “Many many places have been completely booked because of the Austin Grand Prix this weekend. It may be difficult to find somewhere safe in this hour.”

As soon as the words Grand Prix left his mouth, the gears in your brain clicked. The man standing in front of you was an F1 driver, and not just any F1 driver; it was Charles fucking Leclerc. “Holy shit,” You breathed out.

Charles took your sigh as a breath of frustration. “We could possibly share the room tonight,” He offered. The words spilled out faster than he could stop them and he kicked himself for even offering that. You two were strangers, what girl would want to spend the night in a strangers hotel room? “I’m Charles, uh Charles Leclerc by the way.” He stuttered out. There. Now he wasn’t a stranger anymore.

The corners of your lips turned slightly upward, but your eyes were still wide at his offer. You were surprised he would say something like that, being who he is. “I know,” You finally said. He furrowed his eyebrows a bit and you spoke up quickly. “I mean- don’t worry, I swear I’m not a crazy fan or anything. I do enjoy F1 but it’s not to the point where I’m like insane- okay, I just watch it from time to time and you’re- you know. Yeah.” You shut yourself up. “I’m Y/N L/N.”

Charles smiled widely. “I know,” Now it was your turn to be confused. He swallowed nervously. “Your performance tonight was nothing short of incredible. I’ve never seen anything like it.” You had no idea how sincerely he meant that statement.

Your mouth hung slightly agape when he said this. You were unable to comprehend that someone so famous would even pay attention to your music. Much less be impressed by it. Your shoulders instantly relaxed at this easy conversation, all the fear from the beginning of the night was slowly fading away. “That means a lot, thank you,” You laughed, unable to stop the light blush forming on your cheeks. Charles couldn’t help but smile at the sound of your laugh. You fidgeted. “I think we could work out sharing this hotel room, just for tonight. I’m exhausted.”

Charles nodded. “Only if you promise not to beat me with your guitar in my sleep,” He joked. You giggled heartily at that and Charles immediately felt weak in the knees. “There’s only one bed but there’s a small couch right over there. You can have the bed, I really don’t mind.”

“Oh? Thank you so much,” You said sincerely. He just shrugged and started moving all his items off the bed for you. You were taken aback by his kindness. First he let you stay in the room, and now he’s letting you have the bed. It was shocking to say the least. But then again, so was this whole situation. “This is weird, right?”

“Very weird,” He chuckled. He met your gaze with sincere eyes. “But I’d rather have you stay here than go out to look for a hotel room on your own. We’ll figure out everything else tomorrow.” He paused. “If you’re okay with that.”

You scoffed, finally setting down all of your bags. It felt amazing to get the extra weight off your shoulders. You tucked them neatly beside the door and gave Charles another grateful smile. This could be the worst mistake of your life, were you crazy for agreeing to spend the night in this hotel room with him? Sure, it was nothing creepy. He was an F1 driver, he was far too famous to kill you in your sleep. Right?

Hopefully right?

“Yeah, it’s all good,” You nodded, flopping down on the bed. You let out a deep groan as exhaustion overtook you. Your hesitation was forgotten.“I’m so tired.” Your voice was muffled from the sheets.

Charles chuckled and took a pillow off the bed. You eyed him as he did so. “What? I need a pillow to sleep at least,” He said in defense.

“Ah, right,” You sat up and held out a blanket to him. “Probably need that too.”

“Just a little,” He smiled at you as he took the blanket. He felt his fingers brush against yours for a millisecond, and thoughts of holding you close flashed in his mind. He pushed them down immediately. Nope. Not tonight. The last thing he wanted to do was creep you out by getting nervous around you. Just be normal, Charles. Normal.

You then disappeared into the bathroom to change. One deep skincare routine later, you returned to the bed, surprised to see Charles still awake. He was sitting on the couch, listening to music from his phone. His smile was wide.

“This song is incredible,” He said happily, flipping his phone to show you an all-too-familiar album cover. It was your very own song, one of the first ones you had ever written. It was inspired by your childhood dog, but all of your friends and family said it was a beautiful love ballad. You’d never correct them.

You grinned widely at him. “Thanks,” Was all you could get out. You were surprised he even found your little spotify account, it only has 60 or so monthly listeners after all. “It was one of my first songs I ever wrote, kinda weird to look back on now.”

Charles hummed in approval. He watched you sit down on the edge of the bed, full attention on him. “Well you just played in front of thousands of people,” He pointed out. “I’d be worried if it didn’t feel a little strange looking back on your old work. You’ve come a long way. That’s something to be proud of.”

You gave a soft smile to him, not sure what to say. You had never been complimented like this before. So genuine. His heart rate sped up at the sight of your grin. “I could say the same for you,” You finally spoke up. “P2 today, yeah I saw. I feel like you get better each race, despite all odds.”

Charles shrugged. “Racing is everything to me,” He simply said. “It’s always been a part of who I am. I’d be doing myself a disservice if I never improved.”

You nodded in understanding. “I know what you mean,” Charles eyes caught your gaze and, for the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel so alone. “I think we’re meant to improve everyday, set new goals with every dream we make come true. That’s what it’s all about, I guess.”

Charles’ eyes crinkled in the corners, unable to tear his gaze away from you. “Yeah, it is isn’t it,”

You yawned widely, stretching your arms out as you did so. It was such a natural conversation between you two, you forgot just how late it was. “Thank you again for letting me stay the night here, I think it’s time for me to get some rest though,” You said shyly.

Charles swiftly stood to turn off the lights and the room was instantly blanketed with darkness. Outside the window, you could see city lights and the stars. It was breathtaking. You watched shadow of Charles’ body as he laid down on the small couch. ‘That can’t be comfortable’ you thought to yourself, biting your lip in guilt. Once again you internally thanked him for letting you use the bed. “Goodnight Charles,” You whispered, unsure if he even heard you.

His heart skipped a beat at the soft sound of your voice. “Night Y/N,” He said as he smiled to himself.

He closed his eyes, drifting to sleep, your beautiful music playing in his head.

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Everywhere, Everything- Chapter List

More will be added as the story continues!!

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

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Everywhere, Everything- CL16 (Chapter 1/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x female!reader

Series Summary: In which a rising singer gets her biggest break yet; opening at the Austin Grand Prix. All record companies would have their eyes on her- along with a certain monegasque driver.

Trope: Slow burn with a mix of other tropes in there (He fell first, one bed, roommates, all the good ones!)

Chapter Summary: This could be the start of her music career. All she had to do was impress the crowd- Which, for a certain driver, was a very easy feat.

Warnings: Cussing, alcohol mention, probably typos 🫣

“Shit, shit, shit!” You muttered under your breath, frantically tuning your guitar. You took a few deep breaths, struggling to slow your heartbeat to a normal pace. “I’m running so behind, Diana!” You cried into your phone.

Diana, your god-sent manager, perked up on the other line. “Girl you made it to the stage in time, that’s all that matters! Go out there and give it your all!” She chirped in an effort to calm you.

It wasn’t working.

“I didn’t even have time to stop by my hotel room, the plane was delayed so badly,” You huffed, tightening the last string on your guitar. “I had to set all of my suitcases backstage. It’s mortifying. Security watched me like I was smuggling a bomb in here.”

Diana let out a hearty chuckle and you silently cursed her for laughing in a time like this. “Y/N, deep breaths. Yes this is a horrible start to the gig but you’ll turn it around completely.” She said confidently. “I wouldn’t have booked you here if I didn’t think you were capable.”

Capable. The word seemed impossible to you right now.

“Diana, there’s thousands of people here. I might actually puke.” You felt your stomach churn at the thought. Yes, you were eternally grateful for this gig. It was the Austin Grand Prix for fucks sake- One of the biggest racing events in America. Fast cars, passionate fans, talented drivers, hell, you felt so out of place. You were simply an opening act for one of the headlining bands, but still. This was the biggest thing you’ve done in your life. “What if I screw up a song?”

Diana sighed, static trickled with her breath. “You are literally one of the most talented musicians I’ve met. And I’m not just saying that to say it.” She added. You swallowed at the words, knowing she was honest. “You’re gonna capture the hearts of everyone in that crowd as soon as you open your mouth, trust me. You don’t have a single thing to worry about.”

Your eyes flicked to the time at the corner of your screen, heart skipping a beat. “I got one minute till I go on stage,” You muttered, frozen. “Thank you Diana, truly. For everything.”

“Don’t even mention it, go out there and kick ass!” She cheered you on. Truly your biggest fan. “I’ll be watching on TV. Call me after the show or else!” And with a click, she hung up.

You could hear the crowd from behind the curtains, cheering for the entertainment to start. You swallowed whatever fears you had and pushed them deep down. This is it. All you had to do is what you do best. Music.

And with those affirmative words, your guitar in hand, and one final deep breath- you stepped out on stage.

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“And there’s the man of the evening!!” Charles heard a booming voice behind him. He tensed up, knowing what was coming. There’s only one person in the Ferarri garage with that energy. Carlos grabbed his shoulders and shook the monegasque like crazy. “P2, oh yesss boy!”

Charles couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m very glad with that result.” He said happily. He really needed this win. Ferrari’s strategies seem to get worse every weekend. He needs a reason to keep hope.

“To celebrate, let’s get some drinks and watch the music performances tonight.” Carlos suggested, wiggling his eyebrows at Charles. Charles opened his mouth to protest, but Carlos clamped a hand over his mouth quickly. “And no, you don’t have a choice. I already invited Lando and a few others. We have a whole paddock rented out to watch the show so if you say no you’ll look like an asshole.”

Damn. He got him there.

“Carlos we really should rest for all the interviews and meetings we have tomorrow.” Charles said. Apparently he was the only driver with common sense tonight.

Carlos shook his head. “We won’t be out all night. Just to watch the opening act and first band.” He pleaded. “Come on, where’s your sense of fun?”

Charles scoffed. “I’m fun.” He crossed his arms.

Carlos grinned widely at that. “I thought so,” He patted Charles on the back.

Later that night, Charles and a few other drivers gather around a private paddock to watch the musicians. They had a decent view of the stage for it to be so far away, plus a TV in the paddock that streamed the show. Behind him, several of the drivers were laughing and drinking, not a sight you’d expect after such an intense race- but Charles wasn’t complaining. The media paints all of the drivers to be cold blooded enemies when in reality, they’re all pretty good mates.

“Shut up, shut up it’s starting!” Lando quieted the group, waving his hands frantically. He was a huge music fan. “Does anyone know who the opening act is?”

Daniel shrugged. “I heard it was some new kid, never heard of her myself.” He answered. “Hopefully she’s good.”

All eyes were on you as you walked out on stage. Your hands were shaking like a leaf and you prayed to whatever god there was that the cameras couldn’t pick it up. After what felt like centuries, you finally made it to the microphone. You put on your best ‘I’m-totally-not-petrified-right-now’ smile and waved to the crowd.

“Hello everyone, my name is Y/N L/N and I will be playing a few of my original songs for you tonight,” You somehow managed to get that sentence out without your voice wavering. The crowd was big. You had no idea so many people could fit into one lawn. Holy shit. Holy shit. Stay calm. “I hope you enjoy.”

A few cheers from the crowd erupted in excitement, restoring your confidence ounce by ounce. Slowly, carefully, your hands found their way to the guitar strings. The feeling was familiar yet foreign in this context. In all of your years of playing music, you’ve never experienced anything like this. It was electrifying. Your hands seemed to move without your brain processing it- almost like your body moved on its own. And thank god it did, because as soon as your hands played such a familiar melody, you felt at peace.

Charles, meanwhile, couldn’t take his eyes off you. The night sky combined with stage lights illuminated your face in such a way it was almost hypnotic. Your voice, your guitar, everything about you had suddenly put him into a trance. Behind him, the drivers whispered subtle “Wows” and “Shes great”, but to him, you were much more than that. He was beyond confused as to how you weren’t already a star. How come you were playing at a Grand Prix and not sold out stadiums across the world? Where were the screaming, adoring fans and paparazzi dying to get just one photo of you?

It was a mystery to him.

And during this mysterious experience, you somehow flawlessly transitioned from song to song, each one better than the last. Charles had never quite felt emotion like when you played a wonderful tune on the piano- no words, purely a slew of chords and notes- but somehow told a story within them. He was hopelessly enamored by your performance. Everything around him, the paddock, the drivers, the crowd cheering loudly for your music, even the events from the race today, purely disappeared. It was just him and you.

At least it was, until your sweet speaking voice spoke into the microphone once again.

“You guys have been such an amazing crowd, I- It’s- I don’t even know what to say,” You chuckled, unable to stop from blushing when the crowd cheered you on even louder. “This has been an incredible night and I’m very thankful for all of you. Now who’s ready for the next band?” Fans went crazy, somehow cheering even louder than before. You smiled widely at that.

Charles though, he wasn’t ready for the next band. He didn’t want another band to come on stage, no performance would compare to the one he just witnessed. Not even close. He blinked in awe when you waved your hand to the crowd and camera, your smile as wide as could be.

He really liked your smile.

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