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could i request something for charles where maybe he’s doing an online interview or stream in his apartment and his daughter sort of waddles in and then the reader follows her to try stop her from interrupting charles. They both are seen in the camera and social media sort of blows up? if you feel comfortable could you make a social media au post of them confirming their relationship and introducing their daughter. Thank you lovely!

The Best Secret in His Life. - Charles Leclerc

Lowkey inspired by the very false rumour that one of the drivers under 30 has a secret love child that ended their previous relationship. I know it's not true but I think we can all agree it was funny. Expect some over-dramatisation. Alos I have tried social media au, I didn't like how they turned out. I'm working on it! But sadly it won't be part of this post, sorry :( hope you like it anyway x

Summary: Charles keeps his private life with y/n exactly that. Private. To the point that he never told the world he has a child, in fact even the deepest creeping F1 WAG accounts don't know anything about his girlfriend beyond her name. But sometimes the universe decides to change things up even when you wish it wouldn't.

And we couldn't make this without using this most gorgeous gif (the toddler will actually be older, around 2 years old).

Charles knows his life in always under a microscope, so he's made constant efforts, especially after y/n told him she was pregnant, to make sure his family is protected. To do this, it means that his baby is hidden from the world and he has to take precautions to make sure she is never spotted with him.

It's hard. But y/n supports the decision and does everything it takes to protect their baby too.

However, the older she gets the harder it is. Not so much because of anything other than their daughter herself. Instead the issue falls in Celine (sorry if you hate the name, I just wanted to give her a name rather than use y/d/n) not understanding why her dad leaves her and why she can't go with him to the races.

"Papapapapapapa." Celine chants as y/n tries to do some housework.

Charles is there and usually he's fully committed to taking on all parental duties knowing that y/n is otherwise always the parent on duty. But he has an interview to do for Ferrari and then he's all theirs.

However, that isn't working for Celine and she wants her dad now.

"Baby, I know. But Papa's busy. He's not going to be long. How about...you choose a game for you and papa to play when he's done?" Y/n asks knowing her daughter is very much smart enough to know exactly what she's saying.

"Oui." Celine nods being able to speak both French and English and happily switching between the two languages, sometimes mid-sentence, when she feels like it.

Y/n sighs standing up feeling pretty satisfied with herself as her toddler trundles off out the kitchen. Celine is occupied till Charles is done and Charles will be finished up soon since he has been in there a while.

Sadly only a minute passes before she hears Celine shouting for Charles and the sound of his door slamming open, hitting the wall echoes through the apartment.

"Fuck." Y/n gasps running to grab the toddler before she's spotted but it's too late.

"Papapapapapapa! Papa play!" Celine exclaims running to Charles who seems torn between being frozen in shock and giving his daughter the loving and tentative father that she knows and adores.

Y/n rushes through the door looking at Charles who just smiles sadly at her because they both know. All that effort, the YEARS of effort to hide the pregnancy, birth and then her entire existence is all for not.

"Ah who is that?" The interviewer questions while Y/n picks up a confused Celine from where she'd climbed onto Charles' lap and exits quickly letting Charles have full control over how he might handle this.

Y/n sighs as she finally gets Celine down for the night and walks out knowing that they put off the conversation for long enough while she was awake, but now she's asleep they have to discuss it.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so so so so sorry. She was asking for you and I told her to grab a game for when you were done. I had no idea she was going in the room." Y/n states feeling the guilt consuming her as her eyes begin to water. Completely broken. "I ruined it all."

"Baby, no. No. You didn't ruin anything...we couldn't hide her forever and I was beginning to think we needed to come up with a plan of how to finally introduce her to the world...I did think maybe we might ease the world into it." Charles jokes before pulling y/n down onto his lap. "But now she can finally come to the races and we don't have to act like she doesn't exist. I know you hate leaving her when you come with me and I hate leaving you both."

"You know we still can't come to every race." Y/n smiles lightly though she does love the thought of Celine finally getting to see Charles doing what he loves, though he has always told her that F1 falls second to spending time with her and Celine.

"I know, but still. I think it's best if we all just finally tell the world." Charles sighs then kissing y/n properly. "But if you don't want to, we don't have to."

Y/n immediately shakes her head insisting that it is the right thing to do.

"She was always too perfect to keep to ourselves anyway."

The media and fans were in uproar. Questions about the toddler and the fact her was called Papa. All F1 and race questions were completely thrown out the window and thank god Charles wasn't in the press conference but instead the media pen because the questions would've never been directed to anyone else.

Plus he brought Celine with him (like Kmag with Laura at COTA) and she is latched onto him for dear life.

Maybe hiding her has made her slightly less at ease when it comes to crowds.

"Papa." Celine whines bounces at his leg to be picked up which is a sight that every camera in the vicinity tries to capture as he rests her on his hip and she cuddles into him, hiding her face as she tries to avoid looking anyone in the eye.

"So why did you keep this beautiful young lady hidden for so long?"

"For us, it felt right and we still believe it was the right thing to do. But Celine is just like her mother, she can make her own decisions and she decided she was ready for the world to know about her." Charles states and the smile on her face proves that he is just so proud to be able to show his daughter to the world.

"Can we expect to see Celine Leclerc in a kart one day?"

"Oh she has been in a kart. Ehh...perhaps that will be the next thing she shows everyone. But she is certainly interested in racing already." Charles admits as Celine perks up in his arms and begins to squirm.

"Mama, mama! Mama! Papa is here!" Celine exclaims then being put down and running to the woman who was just going to wait by the entrance for Charles to be done, but as is beginning to be a theme, Celine has decided the game plan.

"She is actually in charge." Charles laughs when y/n picks Celine up.

The first edits of the moments from this interview are posted within the our of it being uploaded and in no time Celine has her own fan accounts and with Charles uploading more and more of his little family. The world knows and more than approves of it all.

Celine even becomes a little Ferrari mascot and while she doesn't attend every race, she certainly becomes a fan favourite when she is there. No longer a stranger to being the centre of all attention.

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ladyf1 · 13 hours

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Cookies L.N.4

You like to bake for your new neighbor

Moving to Monaco was a great idea. New job new scenery new life right? Well now it was horrible having to unpack all the boxes in your new apartment. Your best friend was at work but promised to help you out once done.

Baking was a vice. You love to bake and cook it was calming and you were good at it. Your bad habit was always making too much food or baked goods. Once your mom calls to see how the move was you realize you made three different types of cookies and two dozen cupcakes each different flavors. “Have you met your neighbors? Maybe you should take them some make friends outside of y/bf/n.” You moms says on the phone. “Sounds like a bunch of boys I can hear them playing videos games or something.” You say as you make a plate of assorted goods. “Good maybe even a boyfriend we’ll help.” You mom snickers as you groan a ‘mom’ out. “Dress cute please you live in Monaco now. No more sweats.” She says hanging up.

You sigh and go change into some jeans since you were wearing a long sleeve bodysuit anyways your hair down. Sliding on your shoes you grab the plate and head out the door and knock on the door immediately to your left. Waiting with the plate in hand you whistle hearing the guys inside talk. “Who ordered food?” One asks everyone says not me. “Lando hurry up it’s your place get the door.” Someone else calls. “Shut up you muppets.” One yells as the door swings wide open. The curly haired lad looks down at you like he was about to say something and started to stutter.

“Hi.” You smile at him. “I’m you’re new neighbor y/n. I just got to baking and well made way too many goodies.” You say biting your lip as you hold up the cookies. His colored eyes boring into yours as you talked. His was in a tight black t shirt and shirts. “I just wanted to say hi and introduce myself and all.” You trail off waiting for him to talk. “Who is it?” Another asked coming up behind.

His green eyes lock on yours. You smile softly as he begins to talk. “Hi I’m Charles.” He says offering a hand. You juggle the plate into your left and shake his hand. “Y/n just moved in next door.” You smile at him. “Lando! I’m uh sorry I’m Lando.” The curly haired boy stumbles across his words. “Lando.” You smile as you offer him your hand which he takes. Soon there was two other boys at the door. Alex and Max you learned as they shook your hand.

“Thank you for the cookies.” He says as you hand him the plate. “Oh no worries. I should get I’m back to it unpacking and all. But nice to meet you all I’ll see you around.” You smiled as you make your way to your door and wave at them.

Lando closed the door and they all sat down in the living room again. “She was cute.” Charles says grabbing a cookie. The others agree as they grab something off the plate and bite it. They all groan about how good it was the plate as gone is seconds. “She was really cute.” Lando says and the boys look at him. “Ahh Lando had a crush.” Max smirks. Lando tells them to shut up as they give him crap about it.

Your best friend came around and helped you unpack more. “You didn’t make much this time around.” She laughs grabbing a cookie. “Oh I made a plate and gave it to the neighbor.” You say as you fix a picture frame on your wall. “By the way the neighbors are really cute.” You say as walk backwards to look at the picture. “Shut up.” She squeals. “Curly hair, crazy pretty eyes, pretty skin and a cute smile.” You say softly she squeals again.

Later that night you two decide to go get some food. “Hold the elevator!” Your best friend shouts as you two run inside thanking the hand that stopped it. “Thank you.” You both say and turn to see the 4 boys you told her about earlier. “No worries.” Max smiles softly as he lets it close. “Thanks for the cookies by the way really good.” Lando says smiling looking at you. The other three hum as they agree thanking you again. “Oh yeah yeah no worries at all.” You smile as the elevator goes down. Your friend gives you a knowing look and you try not to look at her. The awkward ride soon stopped and you two book it. “Girl they’re all cute!” Your friend whispers not as quietly as she thought as she locks arms with you walking out. “I know right! I call dibs though.” You giggle as you two walk fast.

They boys definitely heard you two and chuckled a bit. “Well Lando looks like she thinks you’re cute too.” Charles smirks at him as they head out for the night.

You and Lando have gotten friendly in passing. Small conversations in the hall and elevators. He would help you with your bags of groceries. He would give you your plate back with a flower on it every time. He wanted to bake you something back but he was a bad baker and cook. So flowers it was. You two would work out in the gym together. Even so often asking him for sugar or flour which Lando now stocked up on just in case. You always gave him your extra baked goods and even some meals when you made too much. You started your new job and got really busy. You were never busy to bake for Lando. He always had a fresh hot batch waiting for him when he came home.

Knocking on landos door you wait with a fresh plate of cookies. You smile when he opens the door smiling. “You know I am very spoiled.” He laughs thanking you as he takes the plate. “You know how hard I work to keep the weight down with these?” He grins a bit as he leans on his doorframe. His backpack was still on his shoulders making you blush a bit. You laugh a little as you cross your arms. “Well I could stop baking for you.” You tease a bit. “I think the old guy a couple doors down would like my company.” You laugh with Lando. “Oh no tell him to keep his eyes and hands away from my cookie maker. My team loved these by the way I had to share last trip.” He grins looking you up and down. “Well let me know when you leave I’ll make a bunch.” You smile as you rock on your feet a bit. Lando smiles at you as he shakes his head. “Too much hassle for you.” He says. “Well then maybe you can help me?” You suggest biting you lip. “Yeah? I’m kinda a bad cook but I would love to spend the time with you.” He admits with a smile. “Oh yeah no worried baking is easy.” You grin. “If you want to come to my place the night before you leave I’ll be home.” You smile. “Sounds like a plan.” He smiles. “I should go I have dinner about done.” You say checking your phone. “Do you maybe wanna join me?” You asked Lando. Lando smiled a bit. “I don’t want to intrude.” He says and you shake your head. “You’re not.” You smile. “Let me just go and get it set up come around in 10?” You asks and he nods smiling.

Lando knocks in your door and hears you shout a come in. He smiles seeing you put the two plates down at the coffee table. “I like to eat there on the ground if you don’t mind.” You say as you move two pillows down to sit down your back against the couch. Lando smiles as he takes a seat next to you. “Smells amazing.” He says his feet going under the coffee table. You sit crisscross next to him.

You two eat the pasta and talk about everything and anything. A couple of glasses of wine in you put your hair up. A plate of cookies you two shared now gone. Lando smiles at you and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. Your bottom lip now between your teeth sucking in a breath. You feel yourself lean into his hand a bit. Lando takes this as a okay to lean in and kiss you you move closer to him and face him more as you kiss back. Lando pulls your in between his legs your legs now over his as he cups your face with both hands. Your hands wrapping around his neck loosely.

“You taste like cookies.” He mumbles on your lips bringing you closer. “Sorry.” You giggle a bit playing with his curls. He shakes his head in the kiss. “I love it.” He smiles as he pulls away softly. His nose nudging yours gently as he looks at you. “You’re my new favorite sweet treat.” He smiles kissing your face all over.

Over the next couple of weeks you two got more romantic. Lando did let you know about his job and status. When your smile didn’t falter he knew you were it for him. You two were making your batch of cookies for him to take with him when he asked. Proudly showing you his decorated cookie. ‘Be mine?’ You read and smile widely. You lean over the counter and kiss him nodding. “Yes.” You smile as you pat his cheek with floured hands.

He had posted a picture of you on his story and you did the same when you two baked cookies. Lando would always come to McLaren with cookies and everyone loved them. Max, Charles, and Alex all knew since the saw the trend in cookies flying around the paddock. The drivers would attack Lando for cookies so you always made two containers worth. A race weekend later Lando was in a post race interview cookies in hand. “We got Lando Norris here after a brilliant race landing him in P2. Lando what was on your mind?” He asks as Lando smiles. “How good these cookies my girlfriend made me we’re going to taste. Want one?” He grins offering the man one. Baffled he laughs as he takes it and bites it. “WOW best cookie I’ve ever had.” He laughs and Lando nods smiling. All the paddock buzzed as Lando admits he was no longer single. “Hey cookie.” He says answering the phone. A nickname you now are use to. “Hey.” You whisper half asleep. “I want to fly you out in a couple of weekends that okay?” He asks and you hum a bit. “Yeah baby. Should I bake cookies?” You ask. “Yes bring loads.” He says and mumbles a goodnight hearing you snore after a simple ok.

“Cookie.” Lando says as he hugs you his eyes wide seeing all the cookies you made. “I got a little excited and nervous.” You giggle as you kiss his cheek. “Each team should get a container.” You explained smiling. “You’re too sweet.” Lando smiles as he helps you carry everything. Race day came quickly and the first thing you two did was hand out cookies. You smile greeting the guys again and meeting more drivers and landos friends. The lads all posted about you and the cookies. Lando smiles as you two take pictures and he posts one of you two kissing. ‘My favorite cookie 🍪🧡’. You went on to be known for always passing cookies out to fans and the paddock.

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ladyf1 · 29 days

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Man’s World

Charles Leclerc x Ferrari engineer!Reader

Summary: Charles refuses to just stand by and watch as you get disrespected

Warnings: misogyny and lewd comments

You’re admiring the sleek lines of the red Ferrari F8 Tributo in front of you, running your fingers lightly over the glossy paint. The showroom is quiet this early in the morning, just a few employees milling about getting ready for the day.

Charles had to stop by to sign some merchandise for a charity event and asked if you wanted to tag along. You opted to wait out front and enjoy the eye candy while he took care of business.

You circle around to the back of the car, appreciating the aggressive styling and massive rear diffuser. As an engineer for Scuderia Ferrari who often extends your expertise to working on their road cars, you know every detail of this machine intimately. Your hands itch to pop the hood and inspect that glorious twin-turbo V8, but you resist.

This isn’t your workshop back in Maranello.

Lost in thought, you don’t notice the group of guys entering the showroom until one whistles loudly. “Hey baby, those legs look good enough to wrap around me real tight,” one calls out.

You freeze, feeling your heart rate pick up.

“Don’t be shy, we just want to get to know you better,” another says as they swagger over.

You press back against the car, sizing up the situation. Four of them, all clearly well-off based on the expensive watches and designer clothes. But their eyes are cruel as they look you up and down.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?” The apparent ringleader asks. “Hoping to sink your claws into some rich guy and take him for all he’s worth?” The others laugh nastily.

You lift your chin. “Actually, I happen to work for Ferrari.”

The man snorts in disbelief. “Yeah right, and I’m Michael Schumacher. There’s no way a woman knows anything about these cars other than where the passenger seat is.”

You clench your fists, biting back a scathing retort. The thought of educating these misogynistic jerks gives you immense satisfaction, but you know it won’t do any good. They’ll never change their prejudiced attitudes.

“Don’t listen to him, darling,” one says, giving you a lecherous look. “I’d be happy to take you for a ride, show you how a real man handles power between his legs.”

You’re about to tell him exactly where he can shove his stereotypes when a familiar voice interrupts sharply.

“That’s enough.”

You look over to see Charles striding angrily toward you, green eyes blazing. The men surrounding you look irritated at having their fun spoiled.

“Can we help you with something, pal?” The ringleader asks sarcastically.

Charles ignores him, coming to stand protectively beside you. “Are you okay, mon amour?” He asks under his breath.

You nod, relief washing over you now that he’s here. “I’m fine.”

Charles turns an icy stare on the men who’d been harassing you. “I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t speak to my girlfriend that way,” he says coldly.

The leader looks Charles up and down dismissively. But then a spark of recognition crosses his face. “Wait a minute … you’re Charles Leclerc!” He elbows his friends. “The Formula 1 driver!”

The others’ eyes widen as they take in Charles with new understanding. “Whoa, seriously?” One exclaims.

The leader chuckles, clearly trying to recover his bravado. “Well, what do you know? The famous racer has a pretty girl on his arm.” His lips curl in a smirk. “Hate to break it to you, but it’s obvious she’s just using you for your money. No way she knows anything about these cars other than how much they cost.”

Charles crosses his arms. “As it so happens, my girlfriend is an engineer for Scuderia Ferrari, so I’d bet my entire net worth — and my car collection — that she knows more about the cars in this dealership than all four of you combined and then some.”

You have to bite your lip to hide a smile at the dumbfounded looks on the men’s faces.

“An engineer?” One sputters. “You can’t be serious.”

You level a challenging stare at them. “Deadly serious. I’ve personally worked on over a dozen projects for Ferrari, including the SF90 Stradale hypercar we just launched.” You point across the showroom. “There’s one right over there, in fact. Mid-front mounted 4.0L twin-turbo V8, delivering 769 brake horsepower combined with three electric motors. First plug-in hybrid Ferrari ever put into full production.” You smirk at the slack-jawed stares your technical rundown elicits. “So yes, I’d say I know a thing or two about these cars.”

Charles grins proudly and squeezes your hand. But the leader is not ready to back down just yet.

“Anyone can memorize a monologue,” he scoffs. “I don’t buy it. You’re clearly just clinging to this guy for his money.”

Fury rises in your chest. You open your mouth to retaliate, but Charles beats you to it.

“That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about,” he snaps, green eyes blazing. “I’d be very careful with what you say next.”

The man smirks, crossing his bulky arms over his chest. “Or what, tough guy?”

Charles takes a step forward, jaw clenched. The man towers over him but Charles doesn’t flinch.

Right as it looks like things might get physical, you quickly take Charles’s arm. “He’s not worth it,” you murmur.

Charles hesitates, nostrils flaring. After a tense moment, he relaxes his stance and turns his back on the leering man.

But it seems the group isn’t done provoking you yet. “That’s right, listen to your sugar baby,” one of them calls out. “Wouldn’t want you messing up that pretty face for the cameras.”

Charles whips back around, shaking with anger now. Heart pounding, you cling to his arm in an effort to hold him back. “Charles, please-”

“No, Y/N.” He shakes off your hand, stalking toward the men. “I won’t stand here and let them insult you.”

You watch helplessly as Charles gets right in the leader’s face, nearly nose to nose. “You need to apologize. Now,” he grits out.

The man narrows his eyes. “Apologize? For what? Stating the obvious?” He smirks coldly. “Face it, your little girlfriend is nothing but a gold diggin-”

He doesn’t get to finish the sentence. With lightning speed, Charles’ fist connects squarely with his jaw. The man stumbles back with a pained shout, hand flying to his face.

“Charles!” You hurry to his side, alarmed. Charles is breathing hard, staring down at the man doubled over and groaning. The man’s friends back away nervously.

Chest heaving, Charles turns to you. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t listen to him insult you for another second.”

You meet his fiery gaze steadily. “It’s okay, I understand. Thank you for defending me.” After a beat, you add wryly, “And remind me not to get on your bad side.”

That startles a small laugh from Charles. The tension in his shoulders eases. He takes your hand, bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss. “No chance of that, mon ange,” he murmurs. “You bring out the best in me.”

***

“Ow, ow, ow!” Charles hisses as he gingerly holds his right hand. His knuckles are bruised and bleeding.

You sigh, grabbing the first aid kit to tend to your dramatic boyfriend. “I told you not to punch him, Charles. You don’t know the first thing about throwing a proper punch.”

Charles pouts, wincing as you take his hand in yours to examine it. “I was just trying to defend your honor, mon amour. That man was saying such crude things about you.”

You shake your head, amused by his protectiveness. “My hero,” you tease. “Next time just walk away. I don’t need you breaking your hand over some entitled idiot’s comments.”

Charles hangs his head. “I know, I know. I wasn’t thinking clearly. I just saw red when he kept insulting you.”

You smile softly, touched by how much he cares. You start cleaning the wounds on his knuckles with a disinfectant wipe.

“Ow!” Charles cries out dramatically. “That stings!”

“Don’t be such a baby,” you chide. “It’s just a little antiseptic. I have to clean it so it doesn’t get infected.”

Charles pouts some more but stays still as you finish cleaning the abrasions. You apply an antibiotic ointment carefully before beginning to wrap his hand with a bandage.

“I really messed up my hand, didn’t I?” Charles mumbles dejectedly.

You nod. “You definitely did some damage. Nothing serious, but you’ll be sore for a while.”

Once you’ve wrapped his hand securely, you bring it to your lips and place a gentle kiss on the bandage. “There. All better.”

Charles gives you a lopsided smile. “My own personal nurse. How did I get so lucky?”

You grab an ice pack from the freezer and hand it to him. “Here, put this on your hand to help with the swelling and pain.”

Charles sighs dramatically but does as instructed, holding the ice pack gingerly against his injured hand.

You glance at his wrapped hand, the knuckles already starting to bruise beneath the bandage. “Does it hurt terribly?”

Charles considers the question. “Honestly? Yes, it really does. Punching someone is not as easy as it looks in the movies.”

You laugh. “No kidding. That’s why you leave the punching to trained fighters, not Formula 1 drivers.”

“Ugh, this is so embarrassing,” Charles mutters. “What will the team say when they find out I injured myself in a fight? And I’ll never hear the end of it from Pierre.”

You pat his leg reassuringly. “Just say you hurt it working out. No one has to know about your misguided attempt at honorable combat,” you tease.

Charles chuckles ruefully. “Good idea. The last thing I need is for this to become paddock gossip.”

You both sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, Charles icing his hand while you snuggle contentedly against him.

"Thank you for patching me up and taking such good care of me,” Charles gently brushes the hair from your face with his uninjured hand. “Even when I do stupid things."

You grin. “It’s a tough job but someone’s gotta do it. Especially since you did almost break your hand for me.”

You settle back against Charles comfortably. He may be reckless and impulsive at times, but you know he always has the best intentions at heart. And you'll always be there to care for him if those good intentions backfire.

For better or worse, this protective man is the love of your life.

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ladyf1 · 1 month

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no one will ever understand how much i love this silly man

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ladyf1 · 1 month

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Anyways my favorite comment about today’s race absolutely goes to this:

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ladyf1 · 1 month

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my 41655 heart is so full 🥹❤️‍🩹

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ladyf1 · 1 month

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All in the Details - LN

Request from @mountymase-vii - Basically its a best friends to lovers idea They've been friends for a while and like each other and it's very obvious to everybody but they are oblivious, so after they finally get together they comment all the things they did for each other like Lando always noticing when something changes on the reader (hair, nails,etc), always buying her favourite snacks, reader fixing Lando's curls, basically behaving like a couple without being a couple

PS I have made SOOOO MANY gifs from his videos so prepare for those to be featured in quite a few fics

No part 2 requests please

Lando doesn't exactly remember when y/n appeared in his life, just that she did one day and that was it.

"Where are you going?" Lando asks when they step out the hotel and y/n whips her head around.

"Oh, I was just going to wonder around. But on my own..." Y/n smiles which translates to "I'm going to do girlie stuff that you'll get in my way of doing if we go together". But the sight of the pout from him that she's doing her own thing for a couple hours earns a pout. "I'll catch up with you guys."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, yeah of course. Go get your footage to finally post on that movie account and I'll see you later." Y/n nods then hugging him tightly, laughing when he easily picks her up off the ground and spinning her around. "Alright, let me go. I have things to do."

"Have fun!" Lando calls out as she walks away but not without blowing him a kiss.

"She's going to get lost." Max comments making Lando nod.

"Yeah, yes she is. But I made sure she has an air tag in her bag, so I can find her if she gets lost." Lando shrugs while Max laughs at the idea that he really just air tagged y/n.

Y/n doesn't get lost. But she does let the boys come to her and find her.

"Hey, I got you, your favourite." Lando states holding out a bag, open so she can look inside.

"You got me an açai bowl?" Y/n gasps with a grin picking it out, but as she holds it with one hand to get the spoon from the bottom of the back, Lando catches her hand looking at her freshly manicured nails.

"Those look nice." Lando smiles smirking a little at the papaya French tips which on her right ring finger towards the nail bed has four little lines. You'd miss it if you weren't looking.

"Thanks, thought it was a nice tribute to my favourite driver." Y/n smiles then swallowing thickly before she pulls her hand back and reaches the spoon again. "How did you guys find me?"

"Lando air tagged you." Max states, speaking up after hardly being acknowledged.

"Sorry but your lack of direction requires extra security." Lando smiles while she grumbles at him, but doesn't argue...partially because her sense of direction really is horrific. "Moving on, we're going shopping do you want to help?"

"Mmm...alright." Y/n nods then giggling as she opens her açai bowl and begins to eat it. "Oh my gosh, this is so good. Want to try?"

Lando smiles getting a mouthful of the smoothie bowl which she made sure to include a bit of everything with.

"Good?"

"Very good."

Now it's points like this that Max has to question if the two of them genuinely are blind. It is the only logical explanation as to how they manage to act not just like a couple but a fully blissfully married for 20 years couple.

Even when they bicker it's intoxicatingly cute. Which would be fine if they would just admit there was more to it between them but they won't.

Y/n grins as she does as instructed, sitting on the track like a teddy bear with her legs out in front of her while Lando captures some pictures of her before handing his camera to Max as he rushes to sit in front of her between her legs.

Really. This is really how they act and STILL don't see just see it.

There's a sudden sadness that hits as Max captures the pictures that, he suddenly feels like they at risk of never being more than they are now with each other.

"Let us see." Y/n pouts making grabby hands before Max passes the camera down to Lando who flicks through the photos for them both to see.

"Yeah?" Lando questions looking for y/n's approval.

"Yeah, you're pretty good with a camera, Max." Y/n laughs as Lando stands up then gives her a hand up with him. Then they just stand with Lando somewhat lazily hugging her with one arm around her while he continues to look at his camera.

"You need to have a hair refresh before you come back to media day." Y/n murmurs as she reaches up to try and fix his curls.

"So long as you do it, last time I tried to follow your instructions I got the stupid oil in my eye." Lando smiles earning a hum and nod.

"Alright." Y/n nods with a smile, but she's obviously trying not to laugh at the memory of FaceTiming him and watching him in real time get the oil in his own eye.

"So you are not dating y/n?" Carlos questions as they step up onto the driver's parade barge.

"No." Lando frowns as if it should be obvious.

"So I can go for her?" Carlos smiles, purposely trying to provoke the jealous side of the younger driver to force him to have the courage to actually finally make things official with her.

"What? Why would you want to?" Lando asks not even hiding his defensive and angered side just at the mere suggestion of anyone else with her. "She doesn't want to date you."

"Not yet. I think I could get to know her more and-"

"No."

"No what?" Max asks appearing next with a look on his face that seems to suggest he's ready to help with making trouble.

"I was just saying that y/n would make a nice girlfriend." Carlos explains to the dutchman.

"She would." Max confirms while Lando huffs. "Do you think she'd make a bad girlfriend?"

"No! I didn't-But she shouldn't be Carlos' girlfriend."

"Oh right, because she should be yours." Max nods earning a choked out noise. "Mate, the two of you already act like a couple."

"Exactly, you just need to go tell her you love her and ask her to be your girlfriend." Carlos smiles making Lando sigh before deciding to move away from the conversation.

Carlos and Max are far from the first people to try to force Lando to see sense. He's sure y/n's got to have had people speak to her about it and even if she hasn't anyone point out the obvious. The fans in comments online speak for themselves. Lando has featured her in posts and she's featured him, every time they get comments asking if it's a launch, being called "parents" and y/n has gained a followed from fans at races with them asking for to sign things (which she usually says no because she doesn't have an autograph) and photos.

Lando ends ups with George, Oscar, Alex and Logan for the rest of the drivers' parade before he practically marches off.

Annoyingly, he spots y/n outside the McLaren unit and all those emotions seep away into nothing.

She's sitting laughing at something Max said, then flicks an almond at him successfully hitting him straight in the forehead which earns a whine and complaint.

"Are you beating up on Max again?" Lando asks as he nears the two.

"He's being cheeky." Y/n states while Max just shrugs at her with a smile. "Why did you look annoyed in the parade?"

"Me? I wasn't annoyed." Lando lies then clearing his throat and holding his hand out to her. "Come on, I want you to choose my pre-race playlist."

"Bye Max." Y/n smiles sticking out her tongue at him. She'll be seeing him again and spending the whole race with him so it's not as if she is escaping him for long.

She keeps hold of Lando's hand as they move through the unit and she sighs once they're in the privacy of his room.

"Why are you upset with Max?" Lando questions making her frown.

"Why were you annoyed in the parade?"

"I asked first."

"You bloody-well did not." Y/n laughs and he huffs almost wanting to cross his arms and stomp his feet.

"Carlos...was saying some stuff and it annoyed me then Max joined it and it annoyed me more."

"Max said stuff that annoyed me." Y/n shrugs making the driver glare at her a little. "He sounded like all the comments on my instagram post. He's been hassling me so much about it since we got here and-and I don't know what I'm supposed to say anymore."

"What do you want to say?" Lando asks making her spine straighten and her body go stiff as she releases she might've just gone a bit too far in addressing the stuff about them.

Neither of them have actually addressed it with each other, they've never talked about it with each other. Instead they always just dismissed it to others.

"What did Carlos and Max say?" She questions making him look at at her for a moment.

"Carlos said you'd make a good girlfriend for him and Max said that you'd make a good girlfriend for me." Lando states earning a small nod. "It made me realise something."

"What?"

Is now really the time to be doing this?

"That if you got into a relationship with someone else then I'd feel the need to hit them with my car." Lando admits making her laugh a little before she swallows. "And maybe people aren't wrong?"

Y/n perks up a little and there's a sudden light behind her eyes that motivates him to keep speaking.

"Maybe...we would make a pretty amazing couple."

"Yeah?"

"I don't see why not." Lando smiles with a shrug watching her stand up.

"We already do apparently...and if it doesn't work out, we can just got back to how things are now. It would be ok." Y/n nods earning a grin before he cups her face, relieved that she's close enough to give him the chance. He closes the space, stopping just short of their lips touching.

"I've been waiting to ask for a proper good luck kiss from you." Lando whispers, so close that his lips brush her own as he speaks. "Can I?"

"Yes."

She hardly finishes the word before he's closed the space and locked her into a world altering kiss.

"Feeling the good luck?" Y/n whispers when he finally breaks the kiss.

"Not quite, might need another one just to be on the safe side."

"I think I can manage that." Y/n laughs going in for another kiss which he smiles into. "Max is going to freak out."

"Yeah, we'll let him just catch on at his own speed." Lando hums then picking up her hand and admiring her nails. "Maybe we need to hard launch ourselves after he's figured it out?"

"Maybe. But we'll figure that out after the race."

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Any Time Of Day - Charles Leclerc

Summary: Charles finds his girlfriend doesn't need it to be night time for her to have a reason to sleep

Almost wrote this for Max. My top tier favourite fics are sleepy!reader fics, bc it is literally me. Might be slightly surprising at the speed I can roll fics out. But generally (so long as I'm not going through a rough patch) I can sleep for 8-9 hours a night then nap anywhere from 2-5 hours a day :D Looool

No part 2 requests please

Charles has adapted pretty well to have a girlfriend who would choose sleep over just about everything else. Aside from him, though he's pretty sure she might places him equal to sleep.

As someone who loves playing piano, Charles will play and practice when he's home.

When he sits down y/n smiles moving up behind him and sliding her arms down around his neck before she kisses the top of his head through his hair.

"Any requests?" Charles asks making her smile, though he can't see it. He can sense it.

"Just something pretty." Y/n smiles then moving back and lying on the sofa, picking up her phone and hitting record on her voice notes since she likes to always record Charles' when he plays. Especially because it's like a lullaby for her and it's not surprise to Charles when he stops playing and turns to find her asleep.

Charles smiles moving and tapping the buttons for her phone to stop recording before he leans over stealing a kiss before pulling a blanket over her. She won't sleep for long, but she'll have a nap then call it a day.

What he doesn't really expect is for y/n to wake up as soon as he's sitting down on the simulator.

"Are you ok?" Charles smiles making her look at him with a slight pout. "Come on then."

Charles has learned to adapt to the distraction of his girlfriend sleeping on top of him while he's on the sim. He's almost certain it can't be as comfortable as sleeping on the sofa or in bed, or even just on top of him anywhere else.

But y/n just likes sleeping and she likes being within as close a proximity as possible with him.

She settles down on top of him again, heavy breath hitting his neck as she rests her head on his shoulder. He isn't the type to praise himself but he really does feel like there good reason to give himself some praise purely because he can manage pretty consistently fast lap times with his sleeping girlfriend on top of him.

He's just grateful she doesn't move and wriggle too much or get disturbed by his movements.

Y/n smiles greeting Joris and Andrea with a tight hug each, each of them picking up the young woman who has gained a but somewhat of a sister position with the two of them.

They get up into the private jet, Charles guiding y/n with his hands on her waist up into the cabin.

"You can lie down, cherie." Charles states making her smile brightly at him. But he knows she's not about to do as he suggested.

She nuzzles up to him, giving Joris the perfect opportunity to capture a few photos since Charles does love sharing pictures of his girlfriend just completely passed out on him.

He sort of lets her settle into a deeper sleep before he moves her to lie on the seat that's reclined back into a bed set up.

He keeps himself close to her, resting his hand on her ribs so he's somewhat hugging her with his arm.

"Do you ever wonder if she sleeps too much?" Andrea asks when there's a lull in conversation and Charles looks over to check that y/n is still asleep.

"I don't think so." Charles frowns in thought for a moment. "Her parents said she is this way. Before I met her and when she was a child. She just likes sleep."

"Maybe you should get some sleep." Andrea offers up making Charles look at him with a small smile.

"I think I will." Charles hums since the flight it one of the longer flights on the calendar.

Y/n grunts a little as she feels Charles nudge her so he can lie down with her, but she quickly senses his body down beside her own. Her arms wrap around Charles tightly while he returns the gestures, somehow managing to get to an angle that he places a kiss on her lips.

And despite him sleeping for quite a while by the time he wakes up, quite hot and maybe a little sweaty from the boiling temperature of y/n. She's very hot bodied, usually when she sleeps she seems to just get even hotter.

Some might think her slightly sweaty sleeping isn't very appealing but the way it makes her look ever so slightly disheveled by the sleep and heat.

"Cherie." Charles whispers while managing to reach for a water bottle. "Do you want a drink?"

Y/n lifts her head, raising her brows while her eyes are still closed as she wakes up before she slowly peaks her eyes open.

"Please." Y/n mumbles then sitting up and rubbing at her eyes with a big yawn while Charles sits up too and opens the water bottle.

"Here you go." Charles smiles handing her the bottle and taking the opportunity to tidy her hair for her a little.

She gulps down two thirds of the bottle before smiling when Charles takes the bottle from her.

"Good sleep?" Charles chuckles while noticing actually everyone else in the cabin is now asleep with headphones blocking out the noise.

"Yeah...how long do we have left?" Y/n yawns while Charles hums moving to check.

"Less than an hour." Charles smiles then sitting back and grinning at the young woman while she lies her head in his lap. "Are you going back to sleep?"

"No. I'm just comfy like this." Y/n murmurs with a yawn.

It's a surprise to no one in the team when they find y/n has fallen asleep on the counter that Charles keeps his helmets on. It's only testing in Bahrain so garage restrictions for non-team members isn't quite so monitored.

Y/n is holding his spare helmet on her stomach while Andrea keeps an eye on her just to make sure she doesn't move and drop the helmet or move and accidentally fall off the counter entirely.

"Hello? Is that Charles-yes, that's Charles Leclerc's girlfriend asleep in the back of his garage. Testing mustn't be thrilling enough for her to be paying attention." Ted laughs as he stands in front of the garage. "By the looks of things she's doing a very good job at guarding his spare helmet too."

"Testing isn't always the most exciting experience to her credit." Crofty states before they move on while Charles comes back into the garage.

He does out a couple more times before his session is done for the day and he smiles spotting y/n still soundly asleep as he steps on the scales to be weighed.

"Cherie, you need to wake up." Charles states after pulling off his helmet and balaclava. He reaches his hand out to gently rub her thigh making her squeak as she immediately begins to stretch making Charles and Andrea both make a grab to catch the spare helmet.

"Sorry." Y/n mumbles then sitting up and looking at Charles. "How'd it go?"

"The car feels good. Some things to work on. How much did you see?"

"I only feel asleep when we hit half way through the third hour...the engines are like white noise." Y/n mumbles earning a laugh from her boyfriend before he helps her get down. "I'm glad the car feels good, a better start than last year."

"Definitely. Come on, you need food and drink. I need to debrief."

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ladyf1 · 2 months

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I love watching F2 kids make the jump to F1 because they drive with that "I don't care about this car. I will commit to that corner and i don't care if it kills us both" mentality

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ladyf1 · 2 months

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This is now my favourite F1 reaction

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ladyf1 · 2 months

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happy womens day to everyones favorite woman

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ladyf1 · 2 months

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i'm deceased. alex liked the original tweet as well, he's so dear to me

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ladyf1 · 2 months

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I LOVE YOU-CL16

summary: you prank Charles by not saying “I love you”

warnings: fluff, unserious/funny, pranks, illusions to smut at the end.

pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader

*****

It was a quiet afternoon in the Leclerc household, which lately seemed to be a very rare occasion. Charles was upstairs getting ready to go over to Carlos Sainz’s house since a few of the guys were getting together over there. Mostly to prepare for the upcoming season.

The twins currently sat next to me on the couch while they babbled back and forth with the cartoons playing on the TV.

When I found out I was pregnant, Charles and I had set very strict guidelines for our future kids. Cartoons and tech limit being a huge one we both agreed on.

Well, that was before we became parents. We quickly realized that having two toddler boys at the same time meant using anything to calm them, distract them, keep them content, etc. The list could honestly go on forever.

Now that Charles was going to be leaving soon, I planned to keep them occupied with the TV til they eventually had to take a nap.

As I noticed Miles starting to get tired, Charles came bounding down the stairs loudly making an introduction as usual.

“Hey baby, I'm going to Carlos’s now. I'm gonna make sure to get home before dinnertime so I can grill steak tonight.” - Charles

“Mmm. Sounds good.” - you

He made his way over to the couch and bent down to be at eye level with me.

“I've been craving a good steak for a bit so I'm def looking forward to it.” - Charles chuckled

“Okay, babe. Have fun.” - you

Joe leaned forward to give me a quick kiss before pulling away and standing up with a smile.

“Bye, mama. I love you.” - Charles

In all honesty, as fun as this prank was going to be just to see how he'd react it was also kinda sad. Charles has always made it apparent to verbally profess his love for me, and not matching his statement would certainly be something he'd dwell on.

When we first started dating back in high school, Charles made it known to me that the statement “I Love You.” was not something he just threw around. To him, it was a more intimate thing and he'd only tell it to someone if he truly meant it.

I was lucky enough to be one of the people on the receiving end of those three special words leaving Joe’s lips.

But for right now, he wasn't getting the return of those special words.

“Bye Charles.” - you

I tried to study his expression when he realized the fact I didn't say it back but for a second it didn't seem like he had. When he did though, it was very obvious. Maybe she didn't hear me? Charles thought.

Charles leaned down and kissed me once again, this time a lot longer than the first.

“I love you.” - Charles

“Have fun at Carlos’s!” - you smiled

The look he gave me wasn't a reflection of hurt but more of confusion and worry.

“You okay?” - Charles

“Yeah, why? I'm great!” - you

He stood there for a second trying to take in my body language, but there wasn't a noticeable difference to him.

“Okay, just checking.” - Charles

Leaning down once again, Charles pressed a very thorough kiss on my lips. My hand rested on his cheek and my thumb rubbed under one of his eyes as we kissed. After, our foreheads stayed touching, and Charles just smiled at me.

“Bye, I love you.” - Charles

“Bye, baby. Tell the boys I say hi!” - you

Charles abruptly stood up after that. The way you kissed him wasn't matching your lack of sentiment.

“y/n? Did I do something?” - Charles

“No. Charles are you okay?” - you

He scoffed before collecting his thoughts and speaking.

“Well I was but i’m kinda confused now.” - Charles

“About what?” - you

I watched Charles cock his head to the side as he narrowed his eyes at me, he was completely and utterly lost.

You were acting completely normal, and happy; kissing him and calling him baby, but you wouldn't say I love you back?

“Do you not want me to go?” - Charles

“What no? Do you want me to not want you to go?” - you

“I mean I wasn't going for that, but I feel like I should stay now.” - Charles

“Why?” - you chuckled

Charles crossed his arms across his built chest, making his muscles bulge, and huffed out a loud breath.

“Are you mad that I was gonna go hang out with the guys today? If you didn't want me to go you could've told me.” - Charles

“You know I don't care if you hang out with your teammate or friends if anything I encourage it. Why are you acting like this?” - you

“What do you mean me?? y/n, what the hell is happening?” - Charles

“I don't even know what you're referring to.” - you

He dropped his arms and ran a hand through his soft curls while heaving a sigh.

“Okay nevermind, whatever. I'm going now. I love you.” - Charles

Charles watched me intently and very closely to see what my next move was.

“Have fun, Charles. I'll be here with the boys waiting for your return.” - you

His expression and body language stayed the same but the words that left his mouth next said the opposite.

“Do you not love me anymore?” - Charles

My mouth dropped open and my eyes widened at his question, have I gone too far?

“What?! Where did that even come from? That's a stupid question and you know it.” - you

“Yeah, sorry.” - Charles looked down at his feet

There were a few seconds of silence before Charles looked back to me.

“I’m gonna go now, or else I'll be late.” - Charles

“Okay, c’mere give me a kiss.” - you

Bending down once again, Charles pressed little pecks on my lips over and over again before pulling away.

“Love you.” - Charles smiled

“Thanks.” - you

“y/n… I’m your husband. Why won't you say it back?” - Charles

“Say what back?” - you

“Don't play dumb. Every time I say I love you, you completely dodge it. What’s that about? If I did something tell me. Please.” - Charles

“Dont know what you're talking about.” - you

Charles’s jaw clenched up and he looked at his two boys who were by now watching him and I instead of their show.

“Hey guys can you go upstairs so Mommy and Daddy can talk?” - Charles

Oh shit.

The boys nodded and eventually went upstairs to their room. Once Charles saw their little frames disappear he turned back to me, his nostrils were flared and he looked mad.

“y/n, what the fuck did I do? It's not our anniversary, you're not on your period, we were literally cuddling an hour ago, and you are kissing me like nothing is up. Why won't you say you love me? It's fucking me up like hell, y/n.” - Charles

I stood up abruptly and wrapped my arms around him, pressing my face into his neck

“If this is a joke- I swear to literal God.” - Charles

“I'm so sorry Charles. It was just a little prank but I took it way too far, please don't be mad at me. I seriously didn't intend to get you this worked up. I didn't know it'd mess with you like that.” - you

He stayed silent and I moved my head to his chest, his heart was beating unhealthy fast.

“Charles ? Baby, are you okay? Your heart is beating really really fast.” - you

I looked up at him as I rubbed his back with one hand, the other rubbed over his heart. Charles was looking straight ahead at the wall, trying to not acknowledge me.

“Say it.” - Charles

“Say wha-” - you

“Say it.” - Charles looked at you

I moved my hands to cup his cheeks and placed a huge kiss on his lips.

“I love you. I love you so much, Charles. I love you more than anything.” - you

“Thanks.” - Charles smirked

“You ass!” - you shoved him as he laughed

We eventually stopped laughing and pulled each other into a hug.

“I love you.” - you

“I love you too.” - Charles smiled and kissed you

Charles and I kept kissing as our hands started to roam over each other’s bodies. Though I protested, Charles pulled away eventually and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

“What are you doing?” - you

“Texting Carlos and saying something came up last minute.” - Charles

I smiled and came up with a quick response.

Oh, something def came up.” - you held eye contact with Charles before flicking your gaze down to his crotch

“Now you're in trouble.” - Charles

He tossed his phone onto the couch and picked me up bridal-style, running to the stairs as we both giggled.

I really love Charles Leclerc with my whole heart.

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Charles Leclerc - (Scuderia Ferrari) - Your Hand Fits In Mine

Requested: yes

Prompt: 22) "I like how your hand fits in mine."

Warnings: none tbh

Charles Leclerc woke up in the soft morning light filtering through the curtains of Y/n's Monaco apartment. He smiled as he looked at the peaceful face of his girlfriend, who was still lost in the land of dreams. Careful not to wake her, he brushed a strand of hair away from her face. Y/n stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open to meet Charles' gaze. He grinned upon seeing her tired smile. "Good morning, sleepyhead." She yawned and stretched, "Morning. What time is it?" She asked. "Does it really matter when we have all the time in the world?" He replied.

Y/n sat up and walked over to the double doors that opened out onto her balcony and opened them, the Mediterranean breeze danced through the curtains, Charles Leclerc found solace in the sight of his girlfriend. Their love, like the winding streets of the principality, was hidden from the prying eyes of the world. "Come back to bed." He said and with little to no convincing, Y/n did.

As the morning sun painted the room with a warm glow, Charles lay entwined with Y/n, their laughter echoing off the walls of her cozy apartment. The soft sheets cradled them as they basked in the simple joy of each other's company. The pair watched as their hands moved around with the other, looking almost like a dance. "I like how your hand fits in mine." Charles whispered, the pair looking up to their hands as entwined as they were. "It's like they were made to be together." He murmured, bringing her hand to his lips and planting a tender kiss on her knuckles. "It's like the world stops spinning, and it's just us against the sunrise." With a contented sigh, Y/n snuggled closer to Charles, her head resting on his chest. "I love this whole romantic morning and all, but I really need to get up. I have work, remember?" He chuckled, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her back. "Work can wait. I have a better idea." He murmured, nuzzling into the crook of her neck and kissing her sweet spot. She sucked on her lower lip to hide a smile but mornings like this are what got her in trouble.

She pulled his head away and kissed him, before pulling away with a playful smile on her lips. "You say that every morning, Charles. I can't keep being late." Charles pouted. "But you look so perfect in the mornings. And my dreams of you just make me want to-" She kissed him again to get him to shut up, because if she heard his dreams, she wouldn't leave the apartment and he knew that. "I need to go." She whispered. "But you're so perfect, I need you." He got up on top of her, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on her lips. Y/n chuckled, her fingers dancing along the contours of his chest. "You're biased."

"Please, let me show you how perfect you are." Charles admitted, his lips finding hers in a lingering kiss. "Besides, who needs work when we can have moments like this?" She pulled away, a mock stern expression on her face. "I do, Charles. I have responsibilities, unlike some people." He feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. "Are you saying my job isn't important?" Y/n laughed, her eyes sparkling. "No, I'm saying you have the luxury of being a Formula 1 driver. I, on the other hand, have bills to pay." Charles sighed dramatically, pulling her back into his arms. "What if I call your boss and explain that you're having a 'morning emergency' and can't make it?" She raised an eyebrow. "A morning emergency? What's that?"

He grinned, his voice dripping with mischief. "Well, it's a term I just made up for when someone is desperately needed in bed for a dicking down." Y/n burst into laughter, shaking her head. "You're so horny, Charles." She laughed before Charles leaned over her yet again, his chain dangling from his neck and sparkling in the soft sunlight. "Or, here's another idea." He continued, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Quit your job, and you come to my races and we can have mornings like this eve morning." She sighed, a familiar response to his persistent suggestion. "Charles, we've been over this. I can't just quit my job."

"But think about it." He insisted, his fingers tracing patterns on her arm. "You wake up in a new city, the only worrying thing being what clothes to wear today, and a sexy Ferrari driver between your legs." Y/n looked at him, her heart torn between the practicalities of life and the allure of adventure. "As enticingas that sounds-" She paused, placing a hand on his chest. "I need a job so I can provide for myself. I am happy to quit if or when we have children but until then, there is no way I am quitting my job. Im just being responsible with my life." He sighed, feigning disappointment. "Fine, be the responsible one. But just know that the offer stands whenever you're ready to say yes."

Y/n gently extracted herself from Charles' lingering embrace, a smile playing on her lips. "I really have to go now, Charles." He sighed dramatically, giving her a theatrical pout. "Fine, fine. But you better make it up to me later." She bit her lip and leaned in, placing a lingering kiss on his lips. "I'll give you a night you'll never forget."

As Y/n made her way to the door, Charles couldn't resist one more impulsive move. He grabbed her hand, pulling her back for another quick kiss. "I love you." He whispered against her lips. Y/n blushed, reciprocating the sentiment. "I love you too, Charles." Reluctantly, he let her go, watching her leave the apartment. In a burst of energy, Charles dashed to the balcony, a sudden idea forming in his mischievous mind. As Y/n walked down the street below, he shouted after her. "Y/n!" She looked up to see her boyfriend, naked eith nothing but their bed sheets to cover himself. "Je t'aime, Y/n!" He shouted, his arms opened wide.

People passing by stopped and stared, their eyes widening at the sight of the famous Formula 1 driver proclaiming his love from the balcony. Charles, oblivious to the amused and perplexed onlookers, grinned widely, shouting once more. "Je t'aime, mon amour!" Y/n covered her eyes with her sunglasses to cover the slight embarrassment her boyfriend gave her, but still she blew a playful kiss towards the balcony, making a heart with her hand. Charles caught it dramatically, proclaiming once again that he loved her.

The spectators on the street exchanged glances, some snapping pictures of the unexpected romantic scene. Finally satisfied, Charles winked at Y/n, who was now laughing heartily, and retreated back into the apartment, leaving the crowd still buzzing with excitement. He couldn't help but revel in the spontaneity of the moment and the sheer joy of expressing his feelings for Y/n in the most unconventional way.

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