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Invisible 2

I’m so sorry that this took me ages to finish, here is the original ending that the anon asked for

Here is the link to part one 🎀https://www.tumblr.com/sidesplashofsainz/747013673029189632/hiya-could-you-write-something-with-charles-x?source=share

here is the link to the angsty alternate ending 🎀

https://www.tumblr.com/sidesplashofsainz/747104615177273344/invisible-2?source=share

680 words around 3370 - 4381 characters 🎀

Charles was a dick—a proper dick. He had promised that he would never make you feel small or insecure around him, yet he had made you feel that way.

If the old Charles could see himself right now, he would have probably smacked himself hard on the head. 

He really didn’t know why he didn’t just talk to you, giving you the time and opportunity to explain why you said what you said. He knew it wasn’t your words that hurt him; it was the truth behind them that had smacked Charles in the face.

Charles lived in this delusional world where Ferrari were still the world champions and believed that he could bring the Scuderia back to its former glory. How silly of him to think that.

His wife’s words were the last straw; her words had shattered his whole perception of the team. He went back to all the failed races and championship opportunities.

Charles knew he had messed up big time; luckily for him, he knew how to make up big time as well. He started off by driving to Paris just to pick up your favorite pastries; he followed that up with picking up your favorite flowers. Black Red and white roses mixed with tulips—you said that they reminded you of Monaco and Charles; that’s why they were your favorites. Charles shakes his head and laughs faintly, his heart feeling heavy. He couldn’t wait to make it up to you. He was willing to hear you yell and curse at him; he was willing to endure the hits that your fists would throw at his arms and shoulders. He just missed you—your voice, your happy smiles, your eyes, everything about you. 

He played your favourite song on his drive back, wishing that you were next to him. 

Your soft cries welcomed him home, waking him up to the mess he had created for no valid reason. He was scared. For the first time, he was scared to see you.

Never did he expect to find you in the state you currently were in, shaking and trembling hands all red from the scratches you inflicted on yourself—a crying mess. Little sorry being muttered in between the shallow breaths you were taking, Charles felt his eyes water, knowing he was the cause of all your pain and anguish. 

His watercolored eyes were all it took for you to collapse into his arms, just wanting the warmth and comfort that only he possessed; it was intoxicating his heartbeat; his scent was his presence; it was overwhelming for you.

Everything that you had tried to hide came bubbling up to the surface. Charles was all you needed; he will always be what you desire, regardless of what he does to you. 

Charles was shaking; his eyes were wet and closed with regret. He started muttering incoherent apologies into your soft hair; all you could hear was “mon ange” over and over again. It took him an hour to calm both himself and you down. 

What followed after that hour was Charles apologising over and over for what felt like an eternity. You didn’t let him forget how he made you feel. You made sure to set boundaries and make sure that you’d never let him bring you down such a dark path again. The rest of the day was spent with Charles making up to you in every single way known to mankind, from hugs and kisses to soft intimacy, breakfast in bed, long shopping sprees, hundreds of flowers, and what felt like millions of love letters. All of that was followed by devoting the whole week to fixing everything he had destroyed, both physically and mentally. 

It took weeks for everything to go back to the way it was, for you to feel like you were finally seen by your husband, and for you to not feel invisible. Everything took time and effort for the both of you to rebuild your relationship. Everything worked out in the end; you were no longer invisible. 

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invisible Actual Ending

Hello loves, Ferrari’s shit move left me in a angst mood and this invisible 2 was written I know it’s not the original ending anon had asked for and I had written and posted the actual ending prior to my version of it, unfortunately tumblr took that down and you all can only see my angsty version of it. that piece is gone from my drafts as well it took me 2 hours to write it, I think around 10K words. I’m really upset about my post being taken down but I’ll be re writing it and uploading it hopefully by today. I’m really sorry about this 🫶🏻I hope you guys can understand. My inbox is open for any and all asks so fill it up with whatever you want.

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Invisible Angsty Ending

this post contains dark and triggering content. please read with caution.

here is the link to invisible 1

https://www.tumblr.com/sidesplashofsainz/747013673029189632/hiya-could-you-write-something-with-charles-x?source=share

you guys are free to request as much fluff as y’all’s want after this post 🫶🏻

6.1K characters 1.4K words🎀

You had the worst sleep of your life that night, head-pounding, mind-racing thoughts running wild. It all fell down. 

Often you struggled with your mental health, always having Charles with you to guide you out of the shady corners of your mind, but alas, this time Charles wasn’t there to help you; he didn’t even notice how badly you were crumbling right before his very own eyes. 

The worst part about fighting with Charles would be the morning after, when you wake up all foggy, forgetting about the issues of the night before believing that everything is normal. Anticipating your husband’s soft yet scratchy kisses, his sleepy voice, messy hair, and hour-long cuddles.

Unfortunately, by the time you awoke, your husband had already left, not even bothering to leave you a note or a text explaining his whereabouts.

This resulted in you spiraling out of control; your thoughts were getting too much for your head to contain, and your mind was replaying everything that you could have possibly done wrong to cause Charles to act this way.

You replayed how mad he looked in the car, how he didn’t even kiss you goodnight, how he didn’t compliment your dress that you specifically wore for him, and how he left you alone in the crowded room. You thought about how maybe you just weren’t pretty enough for him anymore, how your legs were too big, how you had scars on your body due to years of self-harm, and how you didn’t look like the other drivers girlfriends. Maybe that’s why your husband was mad at you??. 

You knew what you were doing was destructive and that you would simply regret it as soon as you opened your social media accounts, looking at all the nasty comments that people left about how you “were a waste of space” and how “if I were Charles, I would simply cheat on you because you look like a bitch." There were hundreds of thousands of messages saying you were the reason that Charles was failing at Ferrari. It really hurt reading everything, but what hurt even more was that your husband’s actions made you believe that 

Everything was your fault. 

Everything that happened over the last two days made you pick up your hidden stash of sharp blades, something you’d hidden from Charles, never mentioning it to him, as you never thought that you’d need to use it. 

You started slashing hard and quickly feeling the emotion drip out of you alongside the blood that was slowly pooling and staining the white tiles that you so happily had picked out. 

Cold, oh, so very cold. If there was one word that could be used to describe you in that very moment, it was cold. You didn’t know if it was the bathroom tiles that made you feel cold or if it was the deep gash that took all the heat away from your body. All you knew was that you were very cold. 

Charles was upset; he felt betrayed by your words. It felt like a knife to his chest, making him feel useless. He knew that Ferrari was not where it used to be, but he really wanted to bring the team back to life. In his rage, he failed to realize that he had left you alone to find your own way back to the car. He didn’t know why he was being such a prick; he just wanted you to feel what he was feeling—deep pain and hurt.

The car ride was uncomfortable, to say the least. Charles’s eyes were everywhere except on his wife. He failed to see how scared she looked or how small she felt next to him. Charles had always promised to make her feel safe and comfortable with him; if Charles could see this one, he’d probably wack him in the dick. 

When they finally reached home, Charles didn’t bother to walk up with her; he went straight down to get a glass of scotch. He didn’t want to get into an argument with her; he simply wasn’t interested. 

It was half past midnight when he wandered into his bedroom. He walked past his wife’s slightly shaking figure. He registered her red eyes, and he had to restrain himself from holding her close to him and letting her fall apart in his arms. 

He simply looked at her and turned around to stare at the ceiling, feeling foreign to him. 

He woke up a lot earlier than he normally did, feeling bitter and tired. He wanted to turn around and wrap his arms around you. He wanted to plaster your face with kisses and make sure that there were no dark clouds looming over your precious little head. 

He didn’t do anything; he just woke up and left for a meeting with Ferrari. Little did he know that the aftermath of his actions would be catastrophic. 

When Charles got back, he felt weird, as if he had a ton of bricks on his chest. The house was quite quiet, there wasn’t any noise stating that you were up, and the radio was off, which was unusual for him since you loved listening to music, especially when he was out. 

He felt his heart beating faster than it ever had, something in him holding him back from opening the bathroom door, almost as if his mind knew that after what he saw in the bathroom, he would never be the same. 

The door didn’t open immediately; there was something heavy blocking the entrance. It took Charles some strength to open up the door. What he saw inside would haunt him until his last breath. 

His y/n, his wife, the love of his life, was lying there cold to the touch, her lips blue, with a deep gash on her wrist. 

She was dead. She had killed herself. She had left Charles forever. She would never be coming back. 

No more morning kisses. No more cuddles. Ni more comforting words after shit races. No more soft smiles. No more blushing cheeks after compliments from him. No more y/n 

Charles was never the same after that day. The day he buried his wife was the day he buried himself. He never got to apologize to her. He never got to tell her that he accepted Horner's offer. He never got to say that he loved her. He never got to kiss her rosy lips. 

Her last words to him still haunted him 30 years after she passed away. “Prick,” he remembered her tearful face as she said those final words to him. 

Y/N felt invisible after they had argued; now she truly was invisible. Charles had broken his promise to make her feel safe and comfortable around him, so she broke her own promise just so that they would be even. 

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hiya could you write something with Charles x reader where they get into a fight and he then gives her the silent treatment for a few days she tried to talk to him but he blanks her, she eventually cracks a few days later cause she thinks he doesn’t love her anymore and gets really upset infronto of him. But they do make up in the end make it angsty but with lots of fluff and makeup..

thank you for this ask!! I love for angst hope you like this first part!!

Invisible

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"Prick," the word flew so fast out of your mouth, it almost made you take a double take. You've never been one for profanities; your mother once heard a loud "fuck" come out of your lips and had soaped the hell out of your mouth. So when you did curse, Charles knew it was serious. It had been a week after Charles had revealed that he had decided to renew his contract with the Scuderia, safe to say, you were disappointed.

You've spent the entire winter break trying to convince Charles to move to Red Bull; this didn’t come out of thin air, it came out of Horner offering Charles a seat for the next season, to which Charles had hurriedly said, "I’ll think about it." As his wife, you really were concerned for his well-being and career. The Scuderia was not where it should be or where it was with the likes of Kimi or Michael. You just wanted Charles to have the opportunity to display his true talent. Especially after hearing Fred calling him a "washed-out nepo baby," your blood was boiling since you've heard that. Being with Charles was something you'd never thought you'd be capable of, but with years of convincing and efforts made by him, you couldn’t hold back and fell deeply and madly in love with him.

This was what ignited the first major fight in your relationship. A simple comment that you had made had pissed Charles off; he couldn’t understand why his wife, of all people did not get why he wanted to stay with Ferrari. It was more than a job for him; it was his whole existence.

He wanted to win a championship with Ferrari for Herve and for Jules more than anything. Your comment on how you thought his goal was unachievable with the team made him wonder if you doubted his moves and, most importantly, doubted him. Charles was never a yeller; he was always silent whenever you both had disagreements, always making sure you got your point across before he started. He was never a bad communicator, always making sure he didn’t make you feel less than or below him. But the Charles in this argument was not like the perfect husband he prides himself in being. This Charles was a proper prick, probably the worst he’s ever been.  You knew you had done something to upset him; you could tell from how fast he drove the car, how white his knuckles were, how he didn’t even spare you a glance as you got in the car, how he didn’t remind you to wear your seatbelt, and most importantly, how sharply his jaw was clenching.  You knew you were in for a huge fight; you were just wondering what you had said or done to make him this pissed.  The car rolled to a halt; Charles had just uttered his first words of the night, "go up", no mon angel, no love at the end of his sentence, just blunt words filled with bitter emotion.  You hurried up the stairs, almost tripping over your dress, the dress you wore for him.  When Charles finally entered the bedroom, he failed to notice your slightly shaking figure or your red eyes; all he saw when he saw you was failure.  He’d walked right past you, almost as if you were a wall; he knew what he was doing, he knew that you hated arguments but hated the silent treatment even more, it reminded you of your childhood and of never knowing what you were doing wrong to upset your mother.  That night the bed felt cold, even though you both were sleeping in it, the bed lacked the cuddles and warmth that emitted from the kisses you both often shared. It felt wrong; you tried to move towards your husband but you felt him move away, that was all it took for you to softly cry into your pillow.  You felt like your whole marriage was crumbling right before your eyes and you could do nothing to fix it. All because your husband had decided that you were invisible.

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dad!charles x reader where their it is their baby daughter’s 1st time attending a race and her reaction when charles wins !!

ooo I love this!! thank you anon for asking I hope you like it!! 🎀

3.1K words a little angsty mostly fluff

Odette was only 1 when her parents decided to reveal her to the world. The smiling baby was the center of attention wherever she went. A perfect mix between her mother and father, Odette was stunning to say the least. 

 Ever since Odette was conceived, Charles had refused to let anything hurt y/n or his baby girl. Both parents agreed that y/n should take a break from the busy paddock. 

It was the Monaco Grand Prix, Charles' home race. There was no way y/n and Odette were going to miss that. The paddock was bustling with a hue of burnt rubber in the air. Oh now y/n had missed this. Apparently, her daughter had missed it too, cooing at anything and everyone who gave her a glimpse. It was safe to say Odette loved the paddock and the Ferrari motor home where she currently lay with little earmuffs on her head close to her mother giggling loudly as the cameras panned on her father.

 Charles was on pole, followed by Carlos and then Max, the top ten separated by 8 one hundred of a second safe to say it was tight. With his family watching on, Charles wanted to win this race more than ever, but with Ferrari's recent technical problems, it was easy to say the task in hand wasn’t easy at all. 

 Odette knew nothing about what was going on, all she knew was that her daddy was no longer in the car that was near her. A small quiver left her lips which was quickly followed by y/n picking her up. 

The race was halfway through when Charles reported a sudden brake issue. The sigh from the crowd was instant. Y/n never wanted her husband to win as badly as she did today. Waking into the paddock, she had overheard Fred talking about how her and Odette were no good for Charles and that they were the biggest distraction for him currently, Y/n had kept that to herself. It wasn’t wrong for her to want her husband to win so that he would shut Fred up. 

Miraculously, the Monégasque had won, for the first time ever a Monégasque had won the Monaco Grand Prix. It was almost as if Odette knew what had happened. Her little hands were fiercely clapping alongside everyone in the garage. Tears of joy leaked out of y/n’s eyes because her husband had done it. 

“Tu vois odette ton papa l'a fait petit” Charles rushed out of the car once he had reached his designated P1 spot. He could hear the coos of his little girl and wasted no time in getting towards his wife and daughter. 

Odette wiggled harder in her mother's tight grip as she saw her father come close. In an instant, father's arms were cuddled around her side, while her mother and father shared a kiss. It was at this moment when little Odette Leclerc decided to utter her first word “dada”. It was almost a little murmur that could go unnoticed but not by her father. No way did Charles hear what she said and the smile on his face grew twice as much. It almost looked like it hurt from how much he was smiling. 

Looking down at his family from the podium was one of the best feelings for him. He wouldn’t change that moment for the world. 

That day, the little family celebrated two milestones; Charles' first Monaco Grand Prix win and Odette Leclerc's first words. 

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Requests are open!!!

Ferrari 1-2 = No more writers block

Feel free to ask whatever your hearts desires!!🎀

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Hello loves!!! just a quick question before I write part two!!

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This was never about you

Here is part one of this was never about you!! please let me know if you guys would want me to continue with this series!!

Sounds of a rough hand hitting a soft face echoed throughout the room. She stirred around to greet this sudden, yet rude wake-up call. Y/n was never one for confrontation. Often times, even with Charles, she never voiced out her anger, always being the perfect timid wife he was promised when her father gave her away. She felt scared, confused, and most importantly pissed off, because she knew that the pain was going to get worse, even though she was accustomed to pain. It had been over a year since she was wedded off to Charles. She didn’t know much about him, really. No one did. All she knew was that he was scary enough to get her abusive father to marry her off and that he was her protector now. Officer Campbell, that was the name of the twat who had decided that instead of hurting Charles by seizing his drugs or guns, he was going to take away his little wife and rough her up, just to add a cherry on top. Campbell had taken her away while she was shopping for groceries. Poor little thing, he thought, as he got his men to pull out the injection to sedate her. He had all the time in the world to look at the infamous Mrs. Leclerc. He liked what he saw and was hell-bent on making her look unrecognizable. Charles and y/n had just argued prior to her leaving for groceries. It was a silly argument, really. For the first time since they had gotten married, y/n raised her voice at Charles over rumors of his torrid affair. She could barely get two words out of her mouth before she shut herself up. Her father’s beatings came flooding back to her mind. She wouldn’t want Charles to become like her father, now would she? So she shut herself up. Charles was utterly confused. He didn’t understand where his pretty little wife got the idea of him cheating on her. He only ever had eyes for her, no one else. He had so much to say to her yet never had the time since Inspector Campbell was always up his ass. He knew that if he slipped up, his entire mafia could be affected, but most importantly, she would be affected. So all Charles had said to her was, “I am not a cheater.” She stormed off before he could finish his sentence.

Y/N knew what she was doing was stupid, but she didn’t care. She took a cab and went grocery shopping without any security. Little did she know that it would be her worst mistake. She was getting anxious as she saw Charles’s name flash up on her screen for the 12th time. She was just about to answer it, but before she could listen to anything he could say, she felt the cold metal syringe pierce her skin. All Charles could hear was his wife’s loud shrill and cry for help before her phone was stepped on. He muttered out a faint “no” before screaming for Pierre to find out where she was.

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This was never about you

hello loves, this is my first ever post. here is a little snippet of this was never about you!! please let me know if you guys will be interested in reading something like this.

3 days, that’s all it took 3 days without her to finally break him. Charles knew that it was risky to bring her into his lifestyle he knew the consequences that came to flaunting her around like his most prized possession. He thought he knew everything yet he knew nothing. All he knew was that she was missing and he didn’t know where to start the gunfire from.

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