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Figlia Mia - Charles Leclerc

Words: 6,231 Summary: When she had met Charles Leclerc for the first time in 2017, she watched as her grandfather gave him the impossible task of restoring Ferrari’s greatness and her the task of making sure he does so. Note(s): This was a lot of fun to write. I got to do a lot of digging into Ferrari’s history in motorsports and F1, and make sure that the changes I made to the history of Ferrari made some sense. I also got to reignite my love for stats and things. I spent a lot of time looking at different circuit stats (which will be relevant in the second part of this fic) and just driver stats. Used a translator for the Italian but not google translate. Also, I shouldn’t have to say this but: How I write the drivers in these fics is not based on my feelings for them, it is just what I need them to be. So, please don’t send me hate because your favorite driver says or acts or is regarded in a certain way. Thanks! Hope you like this!

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Figlia mia - my daughter stella - star

2017

She eyes her grandfather wearily. He had called her home early from her classes and she had rushed home to Maranello.

“Nonno, what is the matter?” His gaze turns to her and he smiles, the solemn look on his face gone as he sees her. “My stella. You are back home.” His accent is thick as it wraps around the English words, always willing to indulge her. She sighs, leaning down to hug him. “You called me back. Did something happen?” He shakes his head, patting her hand when she straightens. “No, I have a meeting that I want you to attend with me.” She frowns. “It is late in the season for a meeting. Did Vettel or Räikkönen break contract?” “No. It’s for the team, but more of a future prospect.” Her frown deepens. “If it’s Hamilton, he won’t leave Mercedes and you shouldn’t entertain him, Nonno. You only have so much energy.” “I don’t want to take him from Mercedes. He wouldn’t be able to win with us anyways.” He groans as he thinks of how long it’s been since his team has won, and has achieved the greatness they are supposed to. “I just want your opinion, they should be here any minute.”

An uneasiness sits heavy in her stomach at how cryptic he’s being with her, something he never is, but she sits in the chair beside him. Taking his hand in both of hers and breathing a sigh of relief at the strongness still in his hands, no shakiness to be found. He was in good health, she reminded herself as they waited. He hadn’t even had a cold for three years, but still her mind worries.

“Mr. Enzo, Stella, your guests have arrived.” Anita’s voice says through the intercom. He presses the button to talk. “Please have Andrea get them and bring them back and tell him to stay as well.” “Andrea is here?” He hums, “I asked him to come. I have an idea.” She doesn’t say anything else to that and keeps quiet as she waits for whoever to arrive.

There’s a slight relief in it not being either Vettel or Räikkönen, she wasn’t keen to meet them for the first time right now, not when she had rushed home. She also didn’t want her grandfather meeting them now for the first time, so late in the year where he could catch an illness.

A knock sounds on the wooden door and she turns her head to look at it. Releasing her grandfather's hand from hers and moving to stand behind his chair. Her normal position in such meetings.

“Enter.” He calls and the door opens. “Signor.” Andrea greets, as he steps into the room, two, or rather one man and one boy following behind him with wide eyes. “I have your guests.” “Please sit, the three of you.” He tells them and they all quickly do.

Her eyes narrow as she recognises the familiar face of the man who is currently running the Ferrari Driver Academy and the just familiar face of the current F2 champion. The sight makes her want to lean down, to question why a F2 driver of all people is being allowed to meet her grandfather. A luxury he hasn’t afforded a single F1 driver since her father died other than Michael Schumacher. And even then he had won a championship first with them. But such a thing isn’t not her place, especially in front of guests, so she keeps quiet as her grandfather does as well, clearly waiting them out, letting the tension in the room build.

“Charles Leclerc.” Her grandfather says and the boy practically jumps. “You started winning in karting before you were even ten in 2005 and never stopped. A second place in Alps, then fourth in the European F3.” She watches as he winces at the reminder of what he clearly views as failures. “But you won your first year of GP3 and now have won F2. Truly impressive.” His eyes are still wide and they dart to the left before returning. “Thank you, Signor.” Her eyebrows raise at the way the Italian term leaves his mouth. He clearly had invested time in his Italian lessons. “Don’t thank me. You’ve done well for yourself. And now you have an F1 seat.” Her eyes darted to Andrea, “Nonno.” She hisses, stepping forward. “Andrea has signed the appropriate NDA’s and contracts, stella. There is no need for your worry.” This meeting seemed to be nothing but worrying for her. And suddenly the employment contract she had seen in her inbox for Andrea makes all the sense, especially since it had been sent to her directly, not cc'd.

“You will be joining Sauber this coming season. Are you ready?” “I hope and believe I am.” “And you have a team? A trainer, your own PR manager? A assistant?” Charles shakes his head, cheeks red. “I’m afraid not. I only signed the contract two days ago. I haven’t made arrangements.” “And your plans for the 2019 season? Still at Sauber?” “I only signed a one year contract with them. So I hope to stay with them if I can.” He hums and the tone if it tells her everything she needs to know and it takes everything in her to not show the horror she’s feeling. “There will be a spot open at Ferrari for the 2019 season. Show me you can handle an F1 car and perhaps it will be yours.” The three sitting opposite stare at him with wide eyes and Charles’ mouth is open, jaw dropped. “And Andrea will be your trainer. I have a good feeling about you Charles Leclerc, prove me right.” He then nods his head towards the door and the three scramble to stand and leave with rushed goodbyes.

She stands behind him for a moment before walking around the desk and flopping down in one of the seats.

“That boy is going to get destroyed.” “He is a boy to me. Barely a year younger than you, I believe.” She scoffs, “please, nonno. You have just put the biggest weight on his shoulders. Prove to me? And what if he speaks of this? Of getting to meet the great Enzo Ferrari when the man doesn’t leave his house and hasn’t met any drivers or even team principals in person since Schumacher.” “Then you will handle it, I suppose. And I will be proven wrong about the boy since he had to sign an NDA. Not a word of this meeting or this trip to Italy.” “And if people ask about Andrea? How they met? How he came to work with him?” “The academy put them in contact together. And no one will think anything of it. He is too distantly related to think that we have anything to do with it. Nor has he ever spoken of us.” His eyes soften as he really looks at her. “Everything will be fine, stella. I have a good feeling about this one.” She looks at him, worries still sitting heavy in her stomach, horror too, because god what if her grandfather had just sentenced him to forever chasing a dream he can’t have and faith in them that they are unable to deliver. She knows already that both Räikkönen and Vettel are feeling that way, their faith in Ferrari wavering if not gone. “I won’t be able to do anything to help him. Not for years.” “You will be able to help. Not as much as you will in a few years time, but you can still help. We still make decisions for the team and sign off on things.” “And if he leaves before then?” “He won’t.” His voice is quiet, but filled with unwavering faith. Faith she wants to feel herself. “He will be what our team needs to become champion and he won’t leave until he gets that.”

2018

“Vettel is not happy that he wasn’t told before about getting a rookie as a teammate.” She tells her grandfather, looking over the top of her laptop at him. “Sebastian will deal.” Enzo coughs. “And he won’t have a rookie as a teammate.” She makes a humming noise, looking at all of the articles about the announcement of Charles Leclerc joining the historic F1 team before opening her email again. “Should I cover Andrea’s costs again?” “Yes. As long as you aren’t in power with the team, I want Charles kept close.” “That won’t happen until the end of the 2023 season. You want us to pay for Andrea that long?” “Andrea is also family.” He reminds her, before lips twitch into a smile. “And there is a reason he doesn’t receive as large of a Christmas bonus as everyone else anymore.”

2020

“They want to sign Sainz for a two year deal.” He snorts, “and for what? Let me guess sponsors?” “They’re serious about this, nonno. His team has already approached us about a two year contract.” “And he can’t go to Aston because Vettel is going there for two years.” “And he’ll never go back to Red Bull. Mercedes won’t entertain the idea.” “But we are?” He groans, running a hand over his face. “God, what has happened to this team? He hasn’t gotten a single podium, a win! And he’ll hit a hundred races this year. That is who they want on the team?” “He was sixth in the driver standings last year.” “Could he handle it?” She frowns. “Maybe. We wouldn’t know until it happened. He’s older like Vettel, has more experience as well than Leclerc. But Leclerc already has wins under his belt, managed to get fourth in the standings in only his second year. He was teammates with Verstappen in his rookie year, so it’s possible he could handle it.” “A two year contract, huh?” “Two years.”

2022

“Sainz wants to be extended.” She rubs at her forehead, the email, moreso the wording was troubling. “And why should we?” “Because he finished ahead of Charles in the driver's standings last year.” “By less than ten points and due to our own team's failings. They way they embarrassed him in Monaco.” He shakes his head, the rage he felt that day watching it happen coming back. “Four podiums to one. And neither got a win.” “Who needs a seat?” “There’s rumors about Schumacher.” “No.” He shakes his head, fingers beginning to tap against his desk. “Maybe in a few seasons, but not now.” “Bottas, Guyuan, De Vries, Hulkenberg.” He scoffs at all the names. “A friend at McLaren said they’re looking to drop Ricciardo.” His fingers stop. “Ricciardo. He’d understand his role.” “And as long as we treat him better than Red Bull did or how McLaren are, we’d have him.” “Why do they want to drop him?” “Underperforming. Norris is doing better.” He looks at her disbelief. “Please tell me that’s a joke.” She shakes her head. “He gave that fucking fake British team their first win in a decade!” “He’s older and despite his knack for giving good development advice, they’re ignoring it for Norris’.” He rubs at his forehead. “Write him down. Maybe we can get a talk with him before another team manages to snatch him up. Who else?” “It’s all reserves and formers now. There’s Piastri who's serving as Alpine’s reserve this season, wouldn’t shock me if they’ve already signed a contract with him for the next year but haven’t announced it though. We or Haas really has Illot still under contract as a reserve.” He shakes his head. “Leave him in Indycar for a few seasons. Might try him in 2024 when we’re looking for another driver.” She nods, writing his name down with 2024 beside it. “And Piastri?” “No. Alpine probably has something signed with him already. They’d be stupid not to.” “That leaves Ricciardo and Sainz.” He frowns. “Reach out to Ricciardo. We nearly had him for 2021, we should’ve taken him.” “Understood.”

As she begins to type out her email to Ricciardo’s team and she wonders how Blake will react to seeing an email for Ferrari, Enzo speaks.

“How is Charles?” “Nonno.” “I can’t ask?” “You are fishing.” She replies, not looking away from her laptop. “But he is good. Ready for the season to start.” “Hmm. And will he be coming for dinner?” She pauses her typing, looking at him. “Are you asking him to come to dinner?” “I’d like to meet the boy that has made my granddaughter so happy.” “Oh, nonno. It is not a boy that is making me so happy. Just you. You have been in better spirits for the last year.” She laughs. “And isn't it interesting that it was only when you started seeing him that both of our spirits rose?” Her eyes narrow. “Don’t make me take the Leclerc name.” It’s a high insult to the Ferrari name, one that her grandfather has made sure that she knew better to even joke about, but he doesn’t react with his fiery temper, just smirks. “It’s serious enough for marriage but not for you to bring him to meet me?” Blood rushes to her cheeks. “You have met him.” “When he was a boy.” He counters. “One you had distaste for.” He reminds her not that she has ever forgotten.

She had told Charles on their third date about it, watching as his mouth gaped at her, unable to believe that the boy he was at the age could be distasteful. Now, he likes to tease her about it. About how she didn’t like him but as soon as he left the room and she was issued the challenge of making sure he got to Ferrari she did.

“I haven’t met him since. I haven’t met him as your partner. And we both know that you’ll be taking each other's names.” “It is too early to say that.” She tells him, voice quiet. “But I’ll message him. He’ll love to meet you.”

2023

“This is ridiculous!” “I told you that this would happen! You put your hopes and dreams on a boy and look at what has happened!” “I did no such thing!” “You did! And I told you that you would ruin him. That he would lose faith just like the ones before and now look.” She waves a hand at the TV in front of them, playing the lowlights of the season. “He didn’t just go to that meeting with Red Bull and then shut it down like he has before, he entertained it.” She scoffs, shaking her head. “He should’ve left us for them when they first fucking offered.” “You do not mean that.” “Look at what our team has done to him! Look at what you have done! I have no power there and barely do you. I get to vote on what drivers we add to the team, but it is one vote, against six others. Same goes for the general direction of the car, which we both were out voted in. And that is it, that is my power! I don’t get to give him the Ferrari team he deserves, that we deserve, because you signed it away when my father died until I turn twenty-seven!” She turns away from Enzo, taking in a shaky breath, before turning back to him. “And you will not ever bring it up to Charles that he considered leaving us or if he does. Because I set up that meeting with Red Bull for him.” He looks at her resigned, saddened, but not surprised. “You would let him leave?” “I don’t let him do anything. I love you, nonno. I love this team. But it is not just Charles that they are disappointing and letting down. It is our fans, our people, our family, our legacy, me, you. Next month, I get to finally take back our families power in the sport and it is already too late for this season and nearly too late for the next. I can’t even guarantee a good first season with me in charge because of where the car is already developed too. And the upgrades.” She shakes her head. “None of it would matter with the team that is working there.”

“What do you want to do?” She looks at him, struggling not to cry, and she folds herself down in front of him, taking her hands in his. “A new structure and house. The voting can stay, but it has anonymity, we don’t talk about who is going to vote for what, only after the votes have been cast we talk, discuss, but with us having the power to veto if decisions are being made too much on outside factors like money and perceptions. Drivers who have multi-year contracts starting next season can be present for the votes, hear why we voted for what we did and even jump in on discussions if they feel inclined. We change. We have been stagnant for too long. We need new blood and beliefs.” He starts to shake his head and she squeezes his hands.

“Nonno, please just listen to me.” She pleads. “We need a complete overhaul of the team, you know it and have said it yourself. I can’t just hire Italian first, not when that has ended with us where we are now. I can offer everyone severance packages, pay for it all myself, but no more Italian first. We take who is best suited for the team and hope they are Italian. Maybe we baptize them if they aren’t.” His lips quirk into a smile. “The strategy team needs to go, PR, social media, the race engineers.” “Sainz likes his race engineer.” “Sainz also likes to say that he comes up with the strategy used in the races but as soon as they fail, he backtracks. He is a fair driver, but he needs to be retrained in PR.” “His family needs a gag order.” Her grandfather huffs. “Yes, but that is not something we can do. What we can do is get him retrained and get a new PR manager for him, same with social media. Charles will be getting the same. He needs an image refresh.” “This is what you want?” “Yes. I want to bring our team back to greatness. I already have the people I want for the team, I’m just waiting for your approval and for the next month to pass before I start sending out contracts.” He sighs, looking in pain. “Can they at least speak Italian?” She smiles, standing to press a kiss to his cheek. “They can learn and they will quickly.” Another sigh leaves him but he smiles, warm and gentle at her. “Mia figlia, la mia stella, fai quello che devi. Il mio supporto è tuo, sempre.” My daughter, my star, do what you must. My support is yours, always. “Thank you, papa.”

October 23rd, 2023

She stands facing the back wall of the room, listening as the door opens and people trudge in. She tries to count the pairs of feet she hears. She knows how many are supposed to come to this meeting, how many she asked to come, but it wouldn’t surprise her if someone let slip that the new boss, and the big boss at that, had arranged a meeting that a few people would try tagging along.

It’s the sound of the door shutting and then locking from the inside that has her turning around, giving a nod of thanks to her bodyguard, Roman, who inclines his head before retreating to the left front corner of the room.

“I see you all made it.” She says, her Italian accent barely noticeable around the English words and she can see a few faces turn confused at the English. Ferrari was Italian, they spoke Italian, had meetings in Italian. And more importantly, she was not just Ferrari, but a Ferrari. One that only three people in this room had ever met in person, and only two others had seen her face because of video calls. “Good, let's talk about the dumpster fire that was yesterday.” She can see a few faces balk at her words, but it’s Sainz’s that gets her attention. “You don’t agree?” “It was an unfortunate thing that happened to Charles, but I still ended up in P3.” “Due to a disqualification. Which is also what happened to your teammate. This also is the third time you’ve ended up on the podium due to such a thing. Let us also not forget to acknowledge that while the FIA didn’t check your car, like they should have after finding that two of four of the cars they checked had issues with their planks, doesn’t mean we didn’t.” He frowns and so does a good majority of the room. “I don’t understand.” “Your planks were just like Leclerc’s. Just barely under what they should be. But still enough for disqualification.” Eyes widen and she continues. “Not that it matters, because I won’t be alerting the FIA of such a thing. Not when the teams didn’t get enough time to set up the car because of the sprint format and I don’t think we need to give McLaren more of a jump on us.”

Walking around the room, she nearly pauses behind Charles' chair. Wants so badly to squeeze his hand, to offer him comfort or a way to get his frustrations out, but she continues until she is at the front of the room.

“The FIA won’t get rid of sprint races, but myself and a few other team representatives, will be going to them with a new sprint format for the next season hopefully or for at least starting the 2025 season. I expect both of you,” she looks at Sainz and Charles, “to voice your support. And I’m sure Red Bull, Williams, Mercedes, McLaren, Aston Martin, Alpine, and Haas, will be saying the same to their drivers as well.” “You want us to support a format that could be worse?” Charles asks, and she can see a few shakes of the head at him. “No, I want you to support one that is better. For Sprint weekends, you will have free practice one and the sprint shootout on Friday. On Saturday, there will be the sprint, followed by second free practice, then qualifying. Sundays of course will just be race day. Does that sound worse?” “No. You think the FIA will go for it?” “The FIA won’t have much of a choice. And besides next year allows each team to have more tyre’s allocated, they’ll want something extra to help burn through them to make it more interesting.”

“Now,” She lifts the lid of one of the two file boxes she has. “Leclerc, Sainz.” Both grimace at the use of their last names, but she catches a glimpse of amusement from Charles. “I have meetings with both of your management teams after this. Sainz, you’ll be getting a new PR manager, Ana. She or her assistant Val, will be with you for every event, interview, or anything else PR wise. Sometimes they both will.”

She turns her head to look at Charles. “Leclerc, you're getting an image refresh. I’m not letting a driver for this team have a vast majority of people thinking there’s nothing behind your apparently good looks.”

“Why isn’t Charles getting a babysitter?” She raises a brow at the tone and question. “Ana and Val aren’t babysitters, they work in PR. They will be retraining you. Because at the moment I could be breaking your contract right now with four races left in the season due to the public clause and if you have to ask why, you need more help than I thought.” He looks at her in shock and she can see a few people in the room shift uncomfortably. “Also concerning both of you, you both will have new race engineers in Mexico. Your previous engineers were lacking.” They both look uncomfortable with the decision but don’t say anything and she turns her attention to Fred.

“Fred.” “Ms. Ferrari.” She smiles at the title, though there’s nothing polite or happy about it. “This is your team is not?” She gestures to the drivers, the heads of different departments that all sit in the room with them. “Yes.” “Then, why am I doing your job for you and handling them?” With that she starts throwing out the severance packages onto the table. When she runs out of ones in the first box, she takes the lid off the second and just tips it over, letting them spill out.

“Severance packages.” She states, seeing some people's confused looks. “Some are effective immediately. Others will be given after the last race.” “Fabio’s name is here.” “So is Gualtieri and Cardile. They have been given generous severance packages.” She reassures. “You will meet their replacements either later today or in Mexico.” “They are heads of their departments!” “And they have failed at their jobs. As has everyone who has been issued one of these.”

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“How did they take it?” “Safe to say I haven’t made any friends.” “So, it's going well.” She snorts, smiling at Charles as he enters her hotel suite. “I’m fairly certain they all would like to burn me at the stake.” Charles frowns. “Not Charles of course.” “Is he there?” “Just got here.” She confirms. “Do you want to talk to your grandson?” She teases and predictably Charles flushes. “Yes, yes. I want to make sure that he’s taking care of you, protecting you.” She rolls her eyes at the last part but passes the phone to Charles, pressing a kiss to his cheek as she does before stepping around him to her open laptop.

Leaning against the desk, she stares at the list in front of her. A list of drivers, currently on the grid, reserves, and not yet on the grid. Before the halfway point of the 2024 season she’d either have to sign contracts for one new driver or two for the 2025 season and now it just came down to who she wanted to reach out to.

A good amount of them are already on the bottom half of the page under the bolded words, not an option.

Verstappen was there, both Mercedes drivers, Bottas, Hulkenberg, Magnuessen, Alonso, Ocon, Stroll, Perez, Norris. She chooses not to look too closely at the fact that she doesn’t have Piastri there. She’d buy out a contract if need be and she knew Mark. If she proved that Ferrari could improve and be a winning team under her, he’d be willing to help her break a contract or two.

She jolts when a pair of lips presses themselves to her forehead, her phone being set down next to her laptop. “Your list is interesting. No Antonio?” “He’s a good development driver.” She says, typing his name out under not an option. Charles hums, sitting in the chair and then pulling her onto his lap, carefully pulling her legs to hangover the arm of the chair. “You have two Indycar drivers under possible.” She shrugs. “I’ll watch closely as the first few races go for them. They only have contracts for the 2024 season.” “Not that it would matter.” She grins, huffing out a laugh. “Not that it would matter.”

She watches as he peers at the list, his hands rubbing at her calf. “You have a lot of no’s.” His eyes narrow as he scans it again. “Mick, Ollie, and Vesti all under maybe?” “Vesti’s done well for himself, Mercedes is just going to waste him. Especially if he’s any good in an F1 car. Bearman’s had a strong first season in F2. Schumacher,” She hesitates. “I’m not keen on the idea. Especially with two seasons out of F1, but there is the opportunity to put him in Alfa Romeo.” “But Valterri and Zhou.” “Valterri knows he won’t be promoted back up. He’s doing good for being at Alfa Romeo, but he also has a lot of other ventures and pursuits. I’d like to keep him for another year or two after for development if I can.” He hums, “Alex and Schwartzman?” “Albon is sticking to Williams like glue. Which is understandable after Red Bull, but there’s hope.” She doesn’t mention that she’d think that he’d be a good teammate for Charles. “Schwartzman is already under contract with us. Just as a reserve and for testing, but who knows.”

He presses a kiss to her shoulder and he reads the top of the list, the possibles. He had only skimmed it before, but now he gives it his full attention.

“I’m on here.” “Yes.” “But,” “You don’t have an extension with us. You are only contracted with us for this next season. And as much as I’d like to keep you as would the fans and nonno, we haven’t proven that we deserve to have you here. I have to keep my options open that there will be two drivers I have to sign for 2025.” “I don’t like it.” He tells her, frowning. He didn’t like to think about not being at Ferrari, at the possibility of it, especially now with her at the helm and already making drastic changes. He didn’t know yet if those changes were good or not, but it felt like they were, he hoped that they were.

Piastri, Ricciardo, Drugovich, and he blinks as reads the last name, saying it outloud. “Sargeant. You have Sargeant under possible? Not a maybe but possible?” “Sargeant would sign a contract with us in a heartbeat, no contracts to break. 2024 will be a one year for him.” “Something has been signed?” She shrugs, “it’s common sense to keep him. Otherwise they’d just be dealing with a whole other rookie.” He sighs, jaw twitching. “I don’t like it. He has only scored a point because of my disqualification.” “I know.” “He has cost them much.” “I know.” Charles pouts, “he is American.” She lets out a laugh, running a hand through his hair. “That will be your issue with him? His Americanness?” “Yes.” “Well, it’s just a possibility.” She smiles, before leaning down to press their lips together in a quick kiss. “Now, tell me out of everyone in the maybes and possibles who you’d want as a teammate.” “And what? You’ll make it happen?” “If I can give you a good season next year, I’ll do everything I can.”

He eyes the list, taking in the names he mentioned before and the few he didn’t.

Pierre would end in a dumpster fire and he was selfish enough to say that he didn’t want him as a teammate so they could keep their friendship, one so close to his heart. Lawson was an interesting idea, he had performed well for having to suddenly jump into a car. Alex would be a good teammate as well and he knew that Alex would also love the development side of things like he did.

He didn’t know enough about Drugovich or either of the Indycar drivers really. They had performed fair in F2 and were doing well in Indycar, but it was unknown. He could see them both though at Alfa Romeo. Ollie was too young to step into such a huge seat, maybe for him also Alfa Romeo in 2025 and by 2028 he’d be ready to step in and then take over a seat.

Oscar and Sargeant are both interesting for completely different reasons. He wishes that she had gotten power in the beginning of 2022 and when the Alpine drama happened, snatched Oscar up.

But there’s one name that he keeps on looking at, that’s circling in his head.

“Daniel. If I could have anyone, I’d want Daniel.”

There’s a shared pained history there and Charles knows that he took what was going to be Daniel’s seat in 2019 before Ferrari really started gunning for him while Renault took a keen interest in Daniel.

Charles could still remember around the fifth race of the 2020 season when Daniel had cornered him, looking nervous to be around him for the first time since their accidentally shared Vegas trip that made them break the ice. Daniel seemed so much smaller as he asked Charles if he’d be okay with them being teammates next season, and had seemed shocked by the relieved and happy grin Charles had given him.

She hesitates, “I never said anything, but I tried getting Daniel for 2024 and even 2023 when the rumors about McLaren dropping him started up.” “But Carlos?” “He asked for an extension, but nonno and me wanted to present a different option. But by the time I reached out, Red Bull had managed to snatch him back up. He’s only with them though for 2024. He’s free after that.” “So, you are saying?” He hopes. “I’m saying that, I’ve already reached out as of yesterday. Red Bull isn't in any hurry to get him under contract for 2025 and Blake has made it clear that Daniel isn’t signing any contracts until May or June to them and us.” “Which is enough time to prove that the team is improving.” “Yes.”

He stares at her wide eyed speechless. “What does that mean?” “If we improve?” He nods. “We sign you and Daniel until 2027.” She pauses, hesitating, but she won’t lie to him now. “We let you two battle it out at the beginning of the 2025 season. If Daniel is scoring more points, higher on the podium than you by break, you defend. We’ll ask you to let him pass if both of you can get on the podium or he has better pace and can get on it. We let him become world champion first. And it would go the other way around as well.” He rolls the idea in his mind, lets it sit in his stomach. “Daniel Ricciardo the 2025 world champion and Charles Leclerc the 2026 world champion.”

He lets them sit in the air, the idea of practically another three seasons before it could happen. Could he wait that long? Watch as Daniel got it before him? Watch as his teammate got it before him? Could he let himself be sacrificed for his teammates gain again? He thinks it over, because it is not fair for her to ask, to say, but that is what driving in Formula One is. It is not fair, with unequal machinery and only twenty spots available. To have to worry not just about your race but also your teammates depending on where the point standings are at.

But she is offering him something that he wasn’t before and with clearness, transparency. Not something that will be dropped on him in the middle of the race or as he’s about to finish lap ten or fifty. She’s telling him now what to expect and how it will go. She’s letting him know that it doesn’t matter which one is in the lead for the championship, just that whichever one isn’t when they come back from break, will be defending and he thinks now of her emphasis on the word. Not sacrificing, but defending. She wouldn’t let either of them be compromised so badly that they drop either low in the points or out of the points completely, but she would ask that they defend the other.

“I want it. Even if I do have to wait an extra year. It’d be worth it.” “And if you won in 2025 and then Daniel in 2026?” “We could trade off years, but I want it, I want that.” She smiles and there’s something sweet and dangerous about it. “Then I’ll make it happen.”

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#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #f1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 x reader #figlia mia - charles fic

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Charles Leclerc, the Ferrari driver tells his story: «I feel good only with the helmet on my head»

At 26, the young Monegasque has already entered the legend of Formula 1. Thanks to his cold blood and the audacity of a driving style that does not contemplate fear, Charles Leclerc has become "The predestined" for his fans. Since he was a child he loved red cars and with Ferrari he fulfilled his dream…

Almost 130 Grands Prix in Formula 1, 28 podiums, 22 pole positions and five victories: at 26, Charles Leclerc is already making history. His favorite driver is Ayrton Senna but «there are many I admire: Prost, Lauda, James Hunt, Michael Schumacher and Lewis Hamilton. However, Ayrton Senna (the Brazilian champion who died in a tragic accident at Imola in 1994, ed.), is my all-time idol. From what I was able to see in the documentaries that tell his story and by speaking with those who knew him in life, I discovered that he was a special person to say the least, not only behind the wheel - he was perhaps the best driver in history - but also as a human being." Leclerc's childhood is marked by a deep bond with his father Hervé (he bears his name on his helmet) who was also a pilot - «dad was my number 1 fan» – and by his untimely death in 2017. «I was four years old, I told my father that I wasn't feeling very well and didn't want to go to school. Of course I was pretending like all kids do. However, I don't know why, he indulged me and took me to the go-kart track of his best friend, Philippe Bianchi. Seeing other children running on the track, I wanted to try it too. For my first car I chose the color red. And I think I fell in love with this sport after just three laps." On that go-kart track Leclerc lives his dream of one day becoming a Formula 1 driver and there he meets his lifelong friend, Jules Bianchi, Philippe's son. In karting, Charles Leclerc collected one victory after another, also because "I didn't know the concept of braking". At 17 years old in 2014, he entered the “Formula Renault 2.0” with the Fortec Motorsports team. He took seven podiums and collected two victories, earning second place in the championship. In 2015 he moved to Formula 3 and, despite an accident on the Zandvoort circuit (Holland), which compromised the final position in the standings, and the death of his friend Jules Bianchi in July, after the accident at Suzuka on 5 October 2014, Leclerc he doesn't lose the desire to compete. «Formula 1 killed people I loved, but I can't help it», he declared some time later.

What was your first ever Grand Prix? «Macau in 2015. But I like to remember the first time I saw one. I was still a child, I had a friend whose apartment had a balcony overlooking the Monte Carlo circuit. Obviously I was already rooting for the red cars, even though I didn't yet know that they were Ferrari. It was simply my favorite color." In the 2016 GP3 season he won the title with the "ART Grand Prix" team, even if, during the last championship race in Abu Dhabi, he chose to retire. Does a pilot ever feel afraid? «I am a human being, even if I run at 300 kilometers per hour. Beautiful moments alternate with very difficult ones, I'm not a superhero. It was in 2017, when I thought I wouldn't be able to become a Formula 1 driver, that I felt a real feeling of fear." But it is precisely in 2017 that the turning point arrives. A year earlier Leclerc had taken part in the Ferrari Driver Academy. With the first free practice session of the British Grand Prix in 2016, he began his experience as a test driver for Haas and then for Ferrari. Over the course of the following year he became increasingly noticed, thanks to a series of victories - among them that of the FIA Formula 2 championship - and multiple tests of skill at the wheel of his car. In the 2017 championship he participated in four free practice sessions with Sauber, the first of which in the pouring rain on the Sepang circuit (Malaysia), and it was with the Swiss team that he became a Formula 1 driver. On board the Sauber C37, despite some difficulties, Leclerc demonstrates consistency and ends the 2018 season in 13th place in the drivers' standings with 39 points, voted "rookie" of the year. But what happens before a Formula 1 race? «Before running, a lot of tension builds up. I have been doing breathing exercises since I was a boy. They help me stay calm, so I can achieve a level of concentration that maximizes my potential. Preparation is 90% of the total work in a race." Before getting into the car there is also space for a ritual moment. «I only feel good when I wear the helmet and everyone comes out of the pit lane», he says, «the cockpit is like a nest, I don't feel any sensations, zero tension. There I relax while waiting for the race."

In September 2018, Scuderia Ferrari announced that the Monegasque driver would replace Kimi Räikkönen, alongside Sebastian Vettel. «I was on a boat in Monaco. I had put the phone on silent mode, I find the call from Maurizio Arrivabene (head of the Ferrari team ed.). I told the friend I was with to turn off the engines, that the head of Ferrari had called me and I wasn't hearing well. I understand that he wouldn't have taken me to Ferrari. It seemed a little strange that he called me to tell me, I was disappointed. Fifteen seconds later he called me back and told me he was joking. I attacked and dived into the sea, it all seemed so surreal. Me in Ferrari…". Even though his first time in Maranello dates back to a few years earlier as he reveals in the book “Le prodige” written by Rémi Boudoul: «I was 11 years old, but I didn't enter. I sat in the parking lot and imagined a structure similar to the one seen in “The Chocolate Factory”. With the Oompa Loompas running around." In 2018 his first race of the season in Australia ended with a fifth place, but the real affirmation came with the Bahrain Grand Prix, where he won his first pole position and finished the race in third place. The season continues with ups and downs. After a first victory in Belgium came the triumph on the Monza Circuit, in front of the delirious Scuderia Ferrari home crowd. Leclerc also arrived in pole position in Singapore and Russia, and ended the season in fourth place with 264 points, consolidating his reputation among the most promising talents in Formula 1. 2020 began with a second place in Austria. However, the Ferrari SF1000 demonstrates some limitations in subsequent races. Leclerc retires in Styria and ends up outside the points in Hungary. A bad accident in Monza, from which he emerged unscathed, represents a critical moment in that unspectacular year, which ended in eighth place in the drivers' standings.

The following year, the new Ferrari SF21 proved to be more competitive, allowing Leclerc - now at the Prancing Horse with Carlos Sainz Jr. - to achieve good results, including fourth places in Imola and Spain. In Monaco, he takes pole position but retires due to damage to the car before the race. His only podium came in Great Britain, finishing the season in seventh place in the drivers' standings. 2022 is more than positive. He wins the Bahrain Grand Prix, followed by a second place in Saudi Arabia and victories in Australia and Austria. He finishes in second place among the drivers, behind Max Verstappen. In 2023, with his SF23 single-seater, he achieved the second podium of the season in Austria, while in Great Britain he finished ninth. In Belgium, after some changes to the car, he gets pole and finishes third. In the Italian Grand Prix, in Monza, he started on pole and finished fourth. Beyond the races, twenty-six-year-old Charles Leclerc, just appointed ambassador of the Monegasque jewelery brand APM Monaco, tries to spend as much time as possible with his friends. «Ricardo, Alex, Thomas, Guillaume, Nico, Hugo, Joris. I'm happy with them, we go to the beach, to the restaurant, we play five-a-side football, we're all sporty and we train together. However, we have different lives, while they study, I live my passion. But I love racing, I love Ferrari." Ferrari which is not only synonymous with engines but also with fashion and Leclerc is a proud ambassador of the brand led by Rocco Iannone. «I often wear items from the Ferrari line, they are aerodynamic and the materials range from the more technical ones - which I am used to wearing every day in my work - to the more refined ones. I like that couture feel and above all the color that dominates in the Ferrari collections, a color that I don't think I need to specify...>>

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The Chrimer: 2015, F3.

Everyone loves a good rivalry.

Charles and Max's karting history could-- and probably will-- be their own primer, but for Charles' 2015 season only one part really matters: Max jumps from F3 to F1. This casts a long shadow on Charles as his childhood karting rival.

Charles spends most of the year getting asked about seeing Max compete at the highest level of motorsport, like in this segment from a South China Morning Post article about the 2015 Macau Grand Prix:

For his part, however, Leclerc is keeping the focus on what’s right in front of him, rather than on what the horizon might offer as he sets out to tackle the tricky Guia circuit for the first time, knowing, of course, the greats of racing who have gone out there before him and still with comparisons to former VAR – and current Formula One – star Max Verstappen ringing in his ears. “I am taking things step by step,” says Leclerc. “I want to arrive in Formula One when I am more than ready and Formula 3 is a good choice in that I can learn and develop. And I raced Max all through my karting years and we fought each other at the finish, so I have always had the comparisons with him and I am okay with them.”

The jump to F3 is a last minute surprise: Charles had originally been tipped for a full-time Eurocup spot. Eurocup would have been more of the Formula Renault 2.0 level of competition Charles had experienced the previous year; F3 was considered a promotion.

In an interview, Charles was asked why he decided on F3 instead of Eurocup:

"After the season of last year, my manager and I thought that it would be better to jump to F3! Firstly, there are 3 races per weekend and 11 weekends so we drive a lot and so we gain a lot of experience! Then loads of drivers were planning to do it! And I felt really good in the car and the tests went well."

Surprisingly, Charles picks to race for Dutch team Van Amersfoort in the FIA Formula 3 European Championship like Max did the previous year. He essentially steps into his former rival's spot, replacing Max as team leader and taking his former engineer. This was allegedly on Jos Verstappen's suggestion, but there isn't much reference to that connection out there that I could find.

This doesn't help the comparisons.

Formula Scout-- in their 2015 Driver Profile of Charles-- would write:

Leclerc marked himself out as a real prospect in karting – so much so he topped our 2012 ‘karters to watch‘ feature, ahead of Verstappen. But it’s never a foregone conclusion that a successful karter will make a successful car racer. [...] Those performances suggested he would be capable of stepping up to F3, particularly as his old rival Verstappen had made it look easy and didn’t have the benefit of a year of car racing experience. And so he has proven to be. It’s still early days, but Leclerc has so far been the class of a large crop of rookies and taken the fight to proven F3 winners with multiple years of experience already under their belt. His early performances are on a par with what last year’s star rookies Esteban Ocon and Verstappen were doing – in fact, his record of two wins and five podiums from the first six races replicates the 2014 champion’s start. If he keeps it up, he will deserve to be held in the same high esteem as them a few months down the line.

They would ultimately summarize Charles' future as so:

While he’s got plenty in common with his old karting rival and Van Amersfoort F3 predecessor Verstappen, a lesser reputation and sensible management mean he’s unlikely to be making the jump straight up to F1 next year. He will therefore need to sustain this impressive form into an intermediate category like GP2 in order to make the grade.

Even with the comparisons to Esteban and Max, Charles still appears to be able to joke with both at the beginning of the season.

This lightheartedness would be needed, especially when Max was the special F1 driver guest for one of Charles' podiums:

Charles would start the season strong. As a rookie, Charles would top the morning running at the pre-event test of the opening round weekend by nearly half a second.

In true Charles fashion, he's unable to take the W:

"A good day," said Leclerc at the end of the test, after reviewing the results and drawing conclusions. “We have learned a lot, both about the set-up for qualifying and for the race. However, this does not mean that I am automatically one of the leading drivers this weekend as well, testing and racing are two different things. But needless to say, it's my goal to do it."

He would bring this momentum into winning in Silverstone, Hockenheim, Spa-Francorchamps and Nuremberg. I find the races themselves a little dull to break down race-by-race, but if you're interested.. an anon has provided video of every race here.

Charles would explain that:

“We arrived at the first race quite confident but obviously there were still had doubts from some people who didn’t know me when I arrived for testing. We were really fast from the first race which was a bit of a surprise because I was a rookie among all these experienced drivers so they didn’t really expect me. But from another point of view we were prepared, we worked hard and after testing it wasn’t that much of a surprise for us, how we went. We were quite confident.”

However... Charles' season would become inconsistent after a crash in Zandvoort with Lance Stroll would damage his chassis in a way that could never be correctly repaired.

Jules would pass the next week.

Charles would only podium once more during the remaining season, five months later in Macau.

He is quoted as saying:

“It is a good result, but I am never happy when I'm not first. Since I was a child I was never happy when I wasn't first. So, it is the still the same.”

Charles would end up finishing the season in fourth place behind Felix Rosenquist, Antonio Giovinazzi, and Jake Dennis. He'd still have 4 wins, 13 podiums, 3 pole positions and 6 fastest laps, making him the rookie champion over future F1 competitors George Russell, Lance Stroll and Alexander Albon.

Formula Scout would summarize his season:

VAR, like most, couldn’t keep up with Prema in the later part of the season but Leclerc seemed to lose some individual sparkle too. That’s forgivable for a teenage rookie though, particularly with the early-season highs becoming impossible to match. And no young racer should have to say goodbye to a life-long friend and mentor mid-season. Leclerc might not have been champion but he was F3’s standout talent in 2015.

Even with the issues in the later half of the season, he was still tapped to go into GP3 with Todt's team, ART Grand Prix. And he had some lighthearted moments:

(Behind the scenes footage here.)

One of the most lasting legacies of this season, though, is how it would set up the rest of Charles' career.

Charles did go into 2015 with very few sponsors outside of Todt. In a pre-season assessment, Formula Scout summarizes his off-track relationships:

No doubt assisted by the Bianchis’ tutelage, Leclerc signed with Todt Jr’s All Road Management firm in 2011. At present, Leclerc has no ties to F1 teams, but through his work with Felipe Massa, Pastor Maldonado and Bianchi, Todt has dealt with most of them and will be very well-placed to get his protege a role when the time comes. A potential stumbling point is that most F1 teams are already overflowing with some serious sub-F1 prospects, but if he continues to impress as he’s doing at the moment, they could begin falling over each other to find a space for him. Funding-wise, Leclerc benefits from partners usually tied to Todt’s projects, and watch maker Richard Mille (currently a sponsor of the Lotus F1 team) is his loyal main backer. And you’d imagine that being billed as a future F1 star from Monaco could well tempt some further future investment.

Lance Stroll would spend most of his single-seaters career against Charles as the Ferrari-backed driver until 2015, when he left to take a development driver role with Williams.

By this point, the Ferrari Driver Academy was heavily scrutinized to the point where it was speculated that they would do away with the initiative entirely. While Red Bull's junior program had brought Sebastian Vettel, Daniel Ricciardo and Daniil Kyvat to its senior team, no driver from the FDA had successfully made the jump. At the end of 2015, Ferrari team principal Maurizio Arrivabene decided to appoint a new head and restructure the program entirely.

Charles was rumored to be the next addition to the Ferrari Driver Academy in November 2015 as part of these changes; by December, articles were already talking as if the signing was inevitable.

In 2020, Charles would talk about visiting Maranello for the first time-- not as a friend of Jules'-- that year with his father:

I went with my father to Maranello (the home of Ferrari). I was 17 years young and extremely shy. I was scared because I didn't know if I was good enough to be included in the programme.

He was. He would end up impressing Ferrari in his two days of testing.

They would announce Charles as a member of the Ferrari Driver Academy in 2016, setting up both his next year and the rest of his career.

#year:2015 #vgp:topic #series:f3euro

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Formual 1 / MotoGP Fusion - Part 6

Summary: You are the first female MotoGP rider ever. You race for KTM Factory Racing, leaving Jack Miller your teammate, and one of your main sponsors is Red Bull. You grew up with most of the riders but your best friend is the multiple MotoGP Champion Marc Marquez. After your horrific crash the year before, you are ready to start the new season and probably a new love?

Pre-Story - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

A/N: Some pics are just random people - I know, I know, but they fit ;)

Ship: Not telling yet (Marc Marquez, Carlos Sainz or Charles Leclerc)

Warnings: none

Taglist: @laneyspaulding19, @luciaexcorvus, @raizelchrysanderoctavius

💥 Love Triangle Chronicles Continue: Y/N Y/L/N Kisses Carlos Sainz After F1 Miami GP, but Y/L/N's Twitter Comment Leaves Fans Bewildered! 💔😘

😱 The rollercoaster of emotions continues as conflicting signals bewilder fans, while Pierre Gasly's defense adds a new twist to the love saga! 💔🤔

In a stunning turn of events after the F1 Miami Grand Prix, the love triangle involving MotoGP star Y/N Y/L/N, Charles Leclerc, and Carlos Sainz has taken yet another dramatic twist, leaving fans utterly bewildered. After an exhilarating race where Leclerc finished in P7 and Sainz secured P5, a captivating picture emerged, capturing Y/L/N congratulating Sainz with a tender kiss on the cheek, fueling the belief that they are more than just friends. However, Y/L/N's recent comment on Twitter has cast a cloud of confusion over the entire affair, leading fans to question the true nature of her relationships. 💔😘🤔

The image, capturing the intimate moment between Y/L/N and Sainz, sent shockwaves through the racing community, with fans leaning towards Team Sainz as the preferred romantic interest for Y/L/N. Hearts shattered and emotions ran high as fans passionately declared their allegiance to their chosen driver in the hopes of capturing Y/L/N's heart. 💔💑🔥

However, just as fans were beginning to celebrate the apparent confirmation of the Y/L/N-Sainz romance, a surprising tweet from Y/L/N herself threw everything into disarray. In her comment, she emphatically stated that she and Sainz are merely friends, leaving followers in a state of confusion and raising questions about the true nature of the kiss shared after the race. 🤔💔

Adding another layer of intrigue to the already complex love saga, Charles Leclerc's best friend and fellow F1 driver, Pierre Gasly, stepped forward to defend his companion, asserting that Sainz and Y/L/N are indeed just friends. Gasly's intervention only served to further complicate matters, leaving fans wondering if he is trying to protect his best friend's interests or if there is more to the story than meets the eye. 🕵️‍♀️🔍

With conflicting signals and a web of emotions entangling the racing world, fans are left with more questions than answers. Will the true nature of Y/L/N's romantic connections ever be unveiled, or will this love triangle continue to confound and captivate us all? Stay tuned as the high-octane drama continues to unfold both on and off the track! 🏁🌟

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ktmfactoryracing 🥳👏🏼👏🏼 We’re so proud! jackmilleraus 👏🏼😁

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🌟 Leclerc's Surprise Appearance at MotoGP Le Mans: Charles Supports Y/L/N as She Secures P3 in Qualifying! 💥🏍️ ☑️

😱 Love triangle takes a backseat as attention turns to an unexpected MotoGP rendezvous and Y/L/N's impressive performance! 🤩

In a stunning twist to the ongoing love triangle saga, F1 star Charles Leclerc was spotted at the MotoGP Le Mans in France, putting the focus momentarily on the racetrack rather than the tangled web of relationships. The Monagesque driver surprised fans as he appeared to support his rumored love interest, Y/N Y/L/N, who delivered an impressive performance by securing P3 in the qualifying session. 💥🏍️🇫🇷

While rumors of a romance between Y/L/N and Leclerc have been circulating, the attention temporarily shifted to their professional endeavors as Y/L/N's outstanding achievement took center stage. Fans were captivated by her prowess on the track, leaving the love debate momentarily on hold. The electrifying atmosphere at Le Mans was charged with excitement as Y/L/N showcased her skills, leaving spectators in awe. 🏆🌟

As the dust settled from the thrilling qualifying session, attention inevitably returned to the ongoing love saga. Fans, who had been leaning towards Team Sainz after Y/L/N's affectionate gesture at the F1 Miami GP, were left pondering the true nature of her connections once again. Y/L/N's recent comment on Twitter stating that she and Sainz are just friends added another layer of confusion, fueling speculation and raising questions about her interactions with Leclerc. 😘💔🤔

Adding to the intrigue, Charles Leclerc's best friend, Pierre Gasly, previously defended Sainz and Y/L/N's friendship, leading fans to wonder if his presence at the MotoGP race was a subtle show of support for Y/L/N's racing achievements rather than a romantic gesture. The love triangle saga continues to twist and turn, captivating fans with every unexpected development. 💔🔥🔄

As the racing world eagerly awaits the next chapter in this enthralling narrative, the focus now shifts back to the MotoGP Le Mans race itself. Will Y/L/N's outstanding performance on the track translate into a victorious finish, further intensifying the love triangle storyline? Buckle up, racing enthusiasts, for the journey is far from over, and the final lap promises to be the most exhilarating yet! 🏁🌟

#MotoGP x Formula 1 #MotoGP #Formula 1 #Formula 1 x oc #Formula 1 x reader #MotoGP x reader #MotoGP x OC #Marc Marquez x Reader #Carlos Sainz x Reader #Charles Leclerc x Reader

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for the five or whatever many things meme/prompt...whatever:

the story of how dean completely accidentally becomes the top dog of their prison block and how winner somewhat accidentally becomes his bitch

I'm making this a space prison AU because thinking about real prison just makes me sad dfkgdfgd

setting-wise this is inspired by The Salvation Gambit but garbled because I'm going off of memory of having read it once.

Background plot-wise, things are similar to Pit Babe, just, you know, space-ified. Babe champions a local star-system racing circuit, Tony deals in interstellar human trafficking (I'm going with "special alpha powers are a human thing"), Kenta is an android (I have so many thoughts about android Kenta to share later), and Dean and Winner are on the same shuttle, post-series, getting shipped off to the nearest prison planet. Winner spends the entire trip bragging about how his family is sooo wealthy, he'll get a retrial and be out of there in no time, and "maybe if you kiss my boots I'll think about helping you out." Which just pisses Dean off, but whatever.

But, there's an unexpected change of plans, and their shuttle gets hijacked by a massive, unsanctioned prison ship run by a sentient, megalomaniacal AI that views itself as the prisoners' god of redemption. They're not just prisoners now, they're captives, and nobody ever escapes this ship. Not that this is going to stop them from trying—they're both pilots after all. They're each given a "welcome kit" and then dropped into a hallway where they're immediately jumped by a trio of scavengers. Winner, as always, cowers after a single hit, but Dean—he may be small, he may be new, but he's angry and he's willing to hurt people, and he fights them off until they're rescued by another, friendlier group.

They get taken to this group’s quadrant for the night, and they’re given the recruitment speech, "we grow our own fresh food, we've got weapons," but they've also got boring rules that Winner isn't interested in living by. And if these people are desperate enough to recruit newbies, it means there's bound to be better things elsewhere in the ship. Dean on the other hand is a little taken-in by being pampered and told what an asset he'd be, and he's a little annoyed by Winner's assumption that Dean would just follow him wherever. Especially when Dean is starting to realize he could actually take Winner in a fight, so who actually needs who here? They argue, Winner storms off, and then Dean has a "goddamnit" moment of realizing this ship is bigger than he can even fathom, and the only familiar face onboard is about to disappear, possibly for good. And Winner is a better pilot than him, which still makes him Dean's best chance of ever seeing daylight again. They need each other. So he grabs what he can from the little room they'd been set up in and sulks off after Winner.

From there, the two of them make their way through the different quadrants of the ship, trying to learn the ins-and-outs so they can hatch their escape plan. They get a change of clothes that removes the "fresh meat" target on their backs. They have a "and there was only one blanket" moment on one of the colder levels. And they never cease to be amazed at just how expansive the ship is, and what kind of life people have built for themselves after having been trapped here for generations. They visit a market on a central level that has live music going on—the loud and pulsing sort that gets Dean stripping his jacket off and joining the crowd of dancers because he's been desperate to let loose. Winner prowls along the edge of the crowd, until he gives in to the heated looks that Dean keeps shooting his way and joins him in a dance that's mostly just the two of them grinding their hips against each other. And then there’s Dean grabbing Winner by the wrist and dragging him off to somewhere more private.

Winner is big and good at giving mean looks that intimidate most people, but Dean's the real scary one (he will bite your fingers off). Their goal is finding people who would be useful in figuring out an escape plan, but they end up amassing a small gang of recent intakes, and they hole up in one of the surveillance dead-zones of the ship. And Dean has never felt more useful or needed. The thing is, Winner still has family on the outside. He has something to lose if they never make it out of here. But Dean has already lost everything, and sometimes the thought that he might never see X-Hunter again is almost a relief. Like he doesn't have to face up to the past. He wonders if it would really be so bad to stay. But all it takes is a "No wonder you're such a shitty racer if you'd give up on it before you even got started," to remind Dean that they're still in a prison, and there's things on the outside that he wants to do. But he still gives Winner the cold shoulder for a whole day after that comment.

One last thing is Winner does eventually grow the tiniest spine and attack someone when they try carrying Dean off during a fight because he panics at the thought of something happening to Dean. Of course this is immediately followed up by a show of emotional constipation and “Maybe don’t be such a dead weight next time,” because it is still Winner.

#asks #pit babe #pit babe the series #pit babe au #winnerdean #the salvation gambit: sapphic con artists! toxic levels of devotion! buff middle aged blacksmith lady who i ship myself with!

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Mockup magazine advertising WVBA's women division, mostly based on the 4 temperaments and rebooting 2 preexisting obscure characters (+ pseudo Shinobu Kandori). Backstories and sketches below:

After spending months on programming the perfect artificial coach, Alice had completely neglected the physical training itself. It's a (painful) work in progress, as her only remarkable qualities are her height and intelligence.

As the name suggests, Arm Candy used to be a well-known ring girl in the WVBA, until ultimately getting dumped by a boxer. However, she would manage to reach World Circuit in just a matter of three years, sacrificing her all positive reputation to be the headcase that she is nowadays.

Once a judoka and now the champion of the World Circuit, Kandori's jolly attitude is off-putting to many, and relieving to a few. Though it's well known that she has no preference when it comes to size or sex: every oponent is a step closer to becoming Japan's strongest woman.

Succumbing to the competitiveness against her brother, Rory chose to box despite having practiced collar and elbow back in her homeland. That's why her fights are prone to irish leglocks and uncalled kicks to the face, if she's in a particularly bad mood.

(Have a logo blatantly copied from All Star Dreamslam :D)

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MEET THE FAMILY!

Mackenzie “Mac” Reyes

17 yrs old

Italian-American

The Bronx, New York

“The ex-champion of Branch A in the WVBA, and the youngest champion to date of the boxing league, came back from retirement after the events of Punch-Out!! 2009 and is now living a double life as a boxer and an engineering student. In the ring, Mac is a force to be reckoned with: he uses his small stature to his advantage with an evasive style of boxing and a high amount of stamina, countering all that comes his way. And of course, he still knows how to use the Star Punch learnt from his coach. He comes across as fierce and stoic, not allowing anyone to get under his skin and putting everything he has into a match. However, outside of the boxing gig, Mac is a kind of rowdy yet sweet boy. Though he might still be trying to appear tough, he’s undoubtedly quite the dork. Unfortunately, Mac does have a problem with his temperament: he’s easily wound up, and is more prone to getting annoyed or irritated than most. Though, he tries to keep his temper in check. He is best friends/has a brotherly relationship with Birdie and has a father-son relationship with Doc. Go ahead and ask the boy wonder himself all your burning questions!”

Pietro “Birdie” Rodriguez

19 yrs old

Italian-Hispanic

Staten Island, New York

“The current champion of Branch B’s Special Circuit. He earned the nickname ‘Birdie’ thanks to his bright blonde hair. The only son of the legendary Peter Perfect, one of Branch B’s past champions, he took the challenge of conquering Branch B to honor his father after his passing. After becoming the champion, he decided to shed the name Peter Punch and took on the role of Canary Carnage, his current boxing persona which he feels a more lively connection to. Birdie is a laid-back guy who goes with the flow of life, not easily bothered or angered. And though he is impulsive and fairly dim-witted, he has a good heart and always wants to do what’s right for himself and the people around him. Him and Mac are practically attached at the hip and love spending whatever time they can together, both being the only individuals that can really bring out a playful side of each other. If ya got questions for him, go ahead and ask!”

Oswald “Sandman” Evans

31 yrs old

Philidelphian

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

“Having regained his World Circuit title after losing it to Mac, and a short break from boxing, he’s back in the game and better than ever. Sandman is straightforward and honest, never afraid to speak his mind on whatever needs speaking on. He’s also rather stern and puts his foot down when he feels it necessary, but otherwise is rational and kind of witty at times. And though he can be downright terrifying in the ring with a fairly villainous persona, it’s really just for the crowd. He’s the eldest brotherly figure to both Mac and Birdie, keeping them in check whenever he’s around, which isn’t often thanks to his champion status. Unfortunately, Sandman does have the habit of not being too humble. Seemingly being a natural prodigy at most activities he does, he may be a bit of a sore loser when faced with loss. But, don’t worry, he’s not unreasonable. It should also be noted that Sandman does suffer from an incurable respiratory disease known as Dreamdust Syndrome that he’s consistently medicated for. Worry not, it’s not fatal, but it is liable to act up at any time. If you ever wanted to ask Sandman anything about his boxing or personal life, now’s your chance.”

Jerome “Doc” Louis

58 yrs old

African-American

???

“The coach and fatherly figure of the boys, and close friend of Mr. Sandman. Doc is an old-fashioned fellow, still having a lot of boxing paraphernalia from back in his hay day. He’s a nurturing and witty older man, quite street smart and brimming with advice just waiting to be shared. Though Doc is a fairly busy bee when it comes to working for the WVBA, he tries to make time for his boys to spend time with them and check on how they’re doing. Though a kind fatherly figure, he makes sure to keep them in line and get stern when he needs to, but he doesn’t do too well with scolding. Doc does also have a couple of health problems that come with time, namely low blood sugar, which is precisely why Doc always has so many chocolate bars on him. If ya got anythin’ for this ol’ Doc, go ahead and ask away!”

RULES:

- No NSFW whatsoever. C’mon y’all, let’s keep it clean.

- Certain asks may take time depending on what they are so please be patient! Thanks!

With that outta the way, the ask blog is OPEN!

#punch out #punch out wii #super punch out #pietro rodriguez #mackenzie reyes #little mac #birdie mac #oswald evans #mr sandman #doc louis #jerome louis #ask blog #punch out ask blog

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Wrestling Eye: November 1992

Shawn Michaels: A SINGULAR SENSATION!

By Steve Muller

Transcript Below!!!

[Shawn Seems to be enjoying his new found success.]

Shawn Michael’s classic philosophic turn from babyfaced hero to arrogant, conceited bad guy was completed when he threw his longtime partner, Marty Jannetty, head-first through the plate glass window of Brutus Beefcake’s Barber Shop. If it was not the end of an era, it was certainly the end of the beginning of one. Until that rather dramatic partnership dissolution, the Rockers tag team had been one of the most successful duos in the mat sport’s history.

Bugun as the Midnight Rockers in Verne Gagne’s now defunct and almost forgotten American Wrestling Associate, the Rockers were among the most exciting high flying teams this side of Japan. They became AWA World Champions at a very young age and it seemed they were destined to join teams like the Bastien Brothers, The Fabulous Kangaroos, the Graham Brothers, the Midnight Express and the Road Warriors in wrestling’s mythical Tag Team Hall of Fame.

Indeed the Rockers possessed all the important elements necessary for tag team success as well as a few extras. They worked well in the ring together and employed complimentary styles. They moved dynamically and complicated teamwork was executed smoothly. Loaded with charisma, they excelled on interviews and in involving the arena crowds in their own personal dramas.

The Rockers were major successes not only in the AWA But on the independent circuit and then in the WWF, the Land of the Super Giants, where they excelled despite their relatively average size. Unfortunately, success did not last for Rockers. Insiders now say the team was doomed to fall from its inception. The team had a fatal flaw that eventually destroyed it. Outside the ring, Marty Jannetty and Shawn Michaels simply did not like each other/ Perhaps the mutual dislike developed from a kind of friendly rivalry that often develops between longtime team members, perhaps they never really liked each other only because they were so successful in the ring. But whatever the cause, the Rockers team had no future.

The fated break-up was foreshadowed many times. Once, in a hotel in London, after a tough match, Micheals and Jannetty were stopped from punching each other into oblivion only by the quick intercession of WWF road managers. Another time, when there were no managers present, the tag duo battled each other in a parking lot behind a denver saloon, The two tag partners beat each other so badly that they had to be pulled off television for a month.

The breakup of the team and subsequent emergence of Shawn Michaels as a major singles star was one of the best handled pieces of booking ever by the WWF brain trust. Shawn Michaels was craftily depicted as the cause of the breakup.

[Shawn and Sherri are quite a pair!]

During the buildup of the angle, Micahels slowly developed an arrogant, nasty persona. He repeatedly reprimanded Jannetty during matches for mistakes, mostly imagined ones, in full view of the arena crowd. Michaels utilized many tricks to steal the spotlight from his partner including refusing to tag out during easy television matches and pretending to leave the ring with Jannetty after a victory, only to return to it to enjoy the applause of the crowd alone. Shawn acted as if he were solely responsible for the team’s success. And the fans began to truly hate him.

After the break-up took place, hardcore fans expected an exciting series of four star bouts between Jannetty and Micahels, both accomplished ring technicians and aerial move artists.

Unfortunately, that was not to be.

Marty Jannetty experienced some legal problems, and amid a cloud of rumors, left the WWF. He continued to wrestle on the independent circuit, and now that his legal problems have been resolved, there are rumors circulating that he will return to the WWF to feud with his former partner. However, at this time of this writing, the possibility of any Jannetty/Michaels matches is pure speculation. What is not speculation, however, is the amazing success Michaels has enjoyed since the break-up.

Shawn Michaels is now one of the WWF’s top singles stars and one of their top three villains. His interaction with new manager and spiritual cohort, Sensational Sherri clearly has established his new egotistical “boy-toy” persona. Additionally, his already great ring skills are increasing. Some of the matches in his continuing feud with Bret Hart for the Intercontinental Title have been cited by experts as among the WWF’s best of the year–a major accomplishment even if it is a somewhat slow year for great matches in the WWF. There are some who believe that Michaels will eventually win the I-C belt and may already have done so by the time you read this.

[Watch out, Shawn may be coming after you!]

Additionally, in the land of comic book mutants and graveyard denizens that the WWF has become, Michaels stands out as the wrestler who has gained success the old fashioned way–he has earned it through hard work in the ring and well planned character development outside of it. Michaels is a throwback to the days in the WWF when wrestlers had real names and believable personas. It seems Michaels has stepped directly out of those halcyon days when wrestlers were called Bruno, Pedor,, Bobby and Buddy, not Undertaker, Ultimate Warrior, Bezerker, or Mountie.

[Michaels is determined to wear gold in the near future]

Also, impressive is the transition itself, from tag to singles wrestling. Very few wrestlers have been able to make this change successfully, and even fewer have become bigger stars in singles competition than they were as part of a tag team. It seems that Michaels, together with Sensational Sherri, or the Sensational Sherri look-alike who remains unidentified but who has appeared with Michaels at arenas across America, will become a major star for a long time in the WWF. Experts have predicted that the WWF of the future. The WWF without Hulk Hogan, will be a time dominated by wrestlers ranging from Lex Luger to Sid Vicious/Justice to the Ultimate Warrior.

The experts may be wrong this time. The future WWF may well be a federation dominated by Shawn Micahels. Try it on: Shawn Micahels, World Wrestling Federation Heavyweight Champion. It does have kind of an innovative ring to it. After all, how long has it been since the WWF had a heavyweight champion with two names, a first and a last, neither of which are a nickname? Is the world really ready for this? From this writer’s standpoint, one can only hope so.

#this writer doesn't know how to have fuckin fun apperently #wwf #shawn michaels #HBK #heartbreak kid #Wrestling Eye Magazine #Wrestling magazine transcript #magazine transcript #sensational sherri

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Race of champions | Part two

Summary: This is the first time Mabel will attend a racing event. All happy and full of apprehension, the dream weekend will take a somewhat dramatic turn.

Character name: Mabel Lindberg, aka May.

Part one | Part two | Part three

Hope you’ll enjoy this part. Let me know in the comments section! And to support me by tipping me!

Little information, I will, for now, only post on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.

Thank you, and Enjoy! :)

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

In her sleep, she dreams of a weird thing. Something dark and sweet at the same time.

Saturday morning feels different. Everyone is excited about the first part of the competition. Today the crown is the world’s fastest nation. Every team will be performing at their best. She can’t wait till noon.

This morning she ran around the track with some of the drivers. They were extremely friendly to everyone who came to them. Answering everyone and all. “This is clearly the best weekend ever!” She thought as she prepared herself to leave for the race.

The start of competition started well. The different teams did laps of practice before setting off for the race. The first riders pass, and the excitement goes up a notch. The crowd is delirious, and despite the biting cold, no one complains.

Mabel made friends through the crowd. Speaking with tournament animation, she has stars full of eyes to see the cars paraded at high speed on the circuit. Everything runs smoothly.

It is the turn of Mick Schumacher to pass on the circuit. The first lap goes well, but in the second, he loses control of his car without apparent reason. The wheels skid in one of the turns, and the vehicle comes at full speed on a slight slope that propels it in the air. Time stops, and the scene seems to go in slow motion for the present world.

With eyes filled with terror, she sees the car approaching at high speed and rubs her before crashing a few meters longer in a snowbank. The crowd lost its voice, and even the event's music stopped.

Without thinking, Mabel heads towards the car, still running and spinning in the void. She has no idea why she decides to intervene, but her brain is not responding. The front of the car is wholly embedded in the snow, but the engine is still running. She manages to open the door on the driver’s side or is unconscious Mick, his foot pressed in the pedal.

She puts her hand in the vehicle and waits for the power button, and she presses it, and the car finally stops working.

She raises her head and falls nose to nose with Mick’s helmet. She raises his head so that he does not choke. His teammate is conscious and trying to understand what is happening, but the shock is brutal for both.

The paramedics arrived at the scene of the accident and quickly took over. Mabel retreated, still shocked and shaken. With rapid breathing and shortness of breath, she can feel panic. However, she was cut short in her moment when Sebastian Vettel rushes towards her, taking her at a further distance from the scene.

He turns the young woman to him and hastens to call for help. She didn’t realize it, but a large gash burned into her skin when the car flew. Pieces of ice are stuck in her cheek, and he doesn’t understand how she can’t feel anything.

She puts her hand on her cheek and realizes the severity of the cut. The blood flows, and her gloves are quickly dyed red.

“Are you okay?” Asks Sebastian as he holds her so the paramedic can help her.

“I don’t feel my face,” she mumbles, lost in her head.

“You’re lucky that it didn’t touch your eyes. But we’re gonna have to bring you to the hospital. Get in the truck,” says the doctor, who gives her a compress to keep on the wound.

Sitting in the ambulance, they take Mick in with her. He is still unconscious, and they fear a celebratory commotion or worse. Forbidden to the scene, she sits next to the driver. Unable to say something. To reassure herself, she grabs his hand and feels a little better. The warmth of the hand makes a feel more confident. She feels that the hand is gripping hers, even though it is minimal.

They arrive at the closest hospital.

#mick schumacher #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher fluff #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 #sebastian vettel

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gabseyoo · 2 years

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monaco for us

pairing: f1 driver!eren jeager x rich!fem!reader. | wc: 8,1k.

warnings: dom!eren, switch!reader, nicknames, dry?humping, oral sex (f! receiving), unprotected sex, hair pulling, marking, choking, rough sex, orgasm denial, impact play, manhandle, spitting, praising, breeding, aftercare. idk if i forgot something.

summary: Eren Jaeger, the F1's star driver, has long been interested in that beautiful billion dollar girl, and Monaco is a great place to fulfill his dream, isn't it?

a/n: here you go. i don't know why it took me ages to finish this, and turned out to be longer than i expected, but i'm happy with the result. i hope you like it. more of my work is coming soon, look forward to it :)

→ terms used

paddock: an area at circuit where the racing vehicles are parked and worked on before and between races.

podium: name given to the rostrum on which prizes are awarded to the three highest-placed drivers at the end of a Grand Prix.

Racing for Ackerman Racing was a big deal in Formula 1. It was one of the biggest and most prestigious teams in the sport, so getting to be a part of it was something many could only dream of.

They only wanted the best of the best. Eren Jaeger knew that, as did the rest of the world.

Eren had the talent, and of course, how to deny it, the looks. Since he was a child, he always caught the attention, from his beginnings in Go-Karts to Formula 2; and finally, at the age of nineteen, reaching where his dreams always pointed to from the start, Formula 1. But of course, getting to the big leagues was the easy part, the hard part was staying, that's what everyone said. But for him, it was no problem. He stood out from his debut, attracting the attention of the big teams in his first year as a rookie.

He was sure that he had come to Formula 1 to stay, and undoubtedly leave his name engraved in history.

So, just at the end of his second year in F1, Eren received a call from Levi himself, principal of Ackerman Racing, offering him a contract for next year. He didn't want to admit it, but he almost fainted when he heard the offer. He accepted almost immediately, this was the opportunity of a lifetime, and he would be a fool to waste it.

The directors knew they had made a good decision when Eren won the first race in his debut with Ackerman Racing, and performed well (of course, with ups and downs) during the following races. From the beginning he was always controversial for his "fuck you attitude", showing no mercy when on the circuit. But the public loved him for it, saying he made F1 more interesting. By the end of the season, he was third in points, which was a huge achievement for the team. Eren secured his seat the following year, and of course, many more.

In his second year on the team, Eren surprised everyone by being faster than ever, becoming the youngest world champion. And this year, with the start of the new season, everything pointed to him becoming the champion for the second time. All bets were on him.

He was already popular, but now, he was practically a celebrity.

Eren Jeager had thousands of beautiful women at his disposal, from models to actresses who would give anything to have him between their legs. And of course he enjoyed all the attention, but he found himself mesmerized by the smile of a billion dollar girl.

This is where you come in.

The one and only, Y/n L/n.

Your family was a big name in the business world. Your father owned one of the largest investment companies on the planet, worth billions of dollars. In addition, he was a big Formula 1 fan since he was a child, which led him to make the decision to invest in Ackerman Racing five years ago, becoming a kind of boss. In fact, it was his idea to have Eren join the team, saying that the boy had a great future and that it was better to have him as soon as possible before another team won him over.

Your father had a great eye, as Eren's results were incredible.

The night you met was at a team dinner, it was the middle of the first year that Eren had joined. The venue was luxurious, as expected, on a hotel rooftop overlooking the lights of Paris. As it was obvious, there would be important people. From former drivers to businessmen, and of course, the team's main investor.

“Hey Jeager! Come here!” Levi's voice almost startled him, he wouldn't admit it, but his new director intimidated him too much.

He was talking to some of the mechanics, who had approached him to congratulate him on the week's victory. He apologized to them before walking over to where Levi was standing.

When he arrived at Levi's side, the first thing he saw was your father, whom he had met before. But before he could avoid it, his eyes focused shamelessly on the beautiful woman standing next to him.

His gaze traveled from the stilettos you wore, to the long black dress that accentuated your figure, trying not to be distracted by the neckline, to your face; where he almost lost himself completely when your eyes met his. Even if in his mind it seemed like he had taken several minutes analyzing you, in reality not even five seconds had passed.

“Here he is.” Levi said, patting the driver’s back. It was as if Levi had thrown a rope to catch him and bring him back to earth.

“Eren! I’m really happy to see you again.” Your father shouted, smiling broadly as he took Eren's hand in his. “It’s been a long time. The last time we met was in the first race, wasn't it?”

Your father was a busy man, besides F1 he had a lot of other business to attend to, so it was rare for him to be very present in the sport. But it was impossible for Eren, or anyone working at Ackerman Racing, or even in F1, not to know who he is.

“It was, sir. Nice to see you again.” He greeted back.

“Congratulations on the race, I'm glad to hear that Levi can stop biting his nails.” He joked, looking at the director who seemed to want to blow smoke out of his ears. “A little birdie told me he was nervous that you wouldn't live up to expectations.” He continued, ignoring Levi's annoyance.

You giggled, your father had told you he enjoyed teasing Levi. Not because he didn’t like him, but it amused him to see him upset. The sound of your laughter seemed to remind him that you were by his side, so he put his hand on your shoulders to introduce you.

“Oh! Eren, this is my little girl.” Eren smirked when you rolled your eyes at the pet name. “My daughter.”

“I’m Y/n.” You introduced yourself quickly, stretching out your hand.

When you shook hands with him, Eren had the impulse to play the gentleman and kiss your knuckles, but suppressed it after thinking it might make you uncomfortable, and that was the last thing he wanted. Especially in front of your father.

“I’m Eren.”

Of course, he already knew you, he had stalked your social media several times and even googled your name. But seeing you in person was a completely different experience. You didn't feel any different. In person he was much taller, muscular and handsome than in the pictures; and the pictures were amazing.

You both wished that night had been different, that you could have talked some more with a glass of wine in your hands while admiring the Eiffel Tower in the distance. But sadly Eren had to meet quite a few people that night, who kept him busy. And you had to take care of your father who got drunk too quickly.

When you met again three months later at a race, you were holding hands with that stupid boyfriend you used to have. Why did you date him? You don't even know. Eren almost threw a party when he found out you broke up with him some time later.

Unfortunately, Eren and you did not coincide much in the same places. Your father didn't attend many races, and it was rare when you went with him. When you saw each other, you couldn't meet alone, your father or the team were always around. So the most you could do was talk, Eren occasionally saying flirtatious comments that made you blush. But that only made the tension that you and the driver felt, increase more and more.

Eren knew he couldn't just fuck the boss's daughter. One, your father seemed to be the jealous and overprotective type, you were his only daughter in the end. Two, he didn't want you (or the world) to think he was interested in you just to keep his F1 seat or keep your father's money in the team.

Eren Jeager was interested in Y/n L/n because she was hot as hell.

This year, the universe seemed to be playing on your sides. After the start of the season, your father decided to attend the Monaco Grand Prix, and by a miracle, you went with him.

Monaco was a big deal, especially the Grand Prix. Everything was amazing there. The luxury, the celebrities, the nightlife. But what excited him the most was that the girl who drove him crazy was there. Now his desire to win had skyrocketed.

“Be less obvious, you're practically eating her with your eyes.” The voice of Reiner, his teammate, dragged him back to earth after being lost in the heaven that Y/n’s legs were, exposed by the little Jacquemus dress she was wearing.

You were next to your father in the paddock, who was having a chat with Levi, the team principal, about something you weren't really paying attention to, since the only thing occupying your mind at that moment was Eren and how hot he looked in his racing suit.

“What do you mean?” He played dumb, taking a sip of energy drink.

“That you two are too obvious. If I noticed the way you look at each other I don't doubt that someone else did too.”

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” He didn’t even make an effort to make his words credible, the smile on his face gave him away.

Reiner rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Just be careful. There are cameras everywhere and the last thing the team needs is to deal with rumors.”

Eren decided it would be best to ignore Reiner and start getting ready for the race. A few warm-ups and motivational words were part of their pre-race ritual. He would never say out loud that he repeated the same speech that «Lightning McQueen» from Cars said to himself before the race to get into the mood.

He was about to put on his helmet when you approached him, smiling with your hands behind your back in an attempt to hide your nerves.

“Eren Jeager.” You sang, calling his attention.

“Y/n L/n.” He mimicked your voice tone. “Visiting me?”

You smile, remembering one of the messages Eren had sent you weeks before asking when you would visit him. Maybe he manifested it, since a few days later your father had asked you if you wanted to go to Monaco with him.

“By miracle, though.” You licked your lip before adding: “I kind of missed this chaos.” You gestured with your hand to the place. Full of mechanics running from one side to the other, as well as reporters and businessmen.

“Better say you missed me, princess.” There it was, the nickname he had given you and you loved to hear only when it came out of his mouth. Why his voice is so hot?

“Yeah, I missed seeing you crash.” Eren couldn't help but laugh at your comment, referring to the crash he had at the last race you attended last year.

“Yeah, and I remember you left the next day before I could even say goodbye.” He crossed his arms, looking down at you with a smirk on his face.

“Go complain to him.” You nod to your father, who seemed to have already irritated Levi with his jokes, maybe by giving him a few «tips», you didn't blame the principal, your father really thought he was an expert in Formula 1. Key word: thought.

“No, thanks. I don’t wanna get fired.” Before you could say anything he spoke again: “I’m really happy you’re here, I meant it.”

“You do?” You prayed to God that he didn't notice how flushed you were.

“Playboy, what are you waiting? Get the fuck ready.” The shout of Levi, who finally got rid of your father, brought you out of your little bubble.

"Good luck today."

Eren smiled at your words. "I have it now."

You brought your hand to his forearm, tapping it twice in encouragement. “You better put on a show on that track, I don't like boring races.”

“Your wishes are my command, princess.” He said before putting on his helmet and heading to get into his car.

As Eren had promised, the race was a drama. He regained first place after dropping to ninth because of a ten-second penalty he received for causing a collision. Oops. Add to that a constant battle with another rider for first place as they went wheel to wheel. The race ended with both Ackerman Racing drivers on the podium. Jaeger in first place and Braun third.

After the champagne celebration on the podium, you didn't have much time to talk to Eren as he had some interviews to give. You were hoping to see him one more time and have a chance to talk to him alone before you and your father left the next day. Eren expected the same, but made an attempt to keep his hopes low.

Now he was relaxing in his hotel room, playing some video games when his phone vibrated with a group chat notification, it was a picture of several team members drinking somewhere in Monte Carlo, he was just going to ignore the message when he noticed in the background your father's back.

Did he go with them too? Did you go with him? Would he have left you alone in the hotel room?

Eren remembered he hadn't returned the charger your father lent him before the race and smiled to himself thinking it was a good excuse to see you, so he stood up and headed to your room.

He rang the doorbell and waited about a minute before the door opened by a beautiful young woman. The driver was pleasantly surprised when he saw you wearing a white bathrobe, with your hair tied in a high ponytail.

You were shocked to see those emerald eyes in front of you. Your father had told you that he and the team members were going to celebrate today's victory at a club or perhaps a casino. You assumed that Eren had also gone with them; so the most you were expecting today when you opened the door was room service bringing you the dinner you ordered, not a handsome 6-foot tall Formula 1 driver.

Your sight ran over him from head to toe as he did you. He had his hair tied up in a man bun and was wearing a black hoodie and black shorts.

Play cool, y/n, play cool.

“Today’s winner.” You stated, leaning against the door frame and crossing your arms.

"You'll make me blush." He waves his hand, you let out a chuckle at his words.

"My dad and his team friends went out partying tonight." You say, assuming he had come looking for your father. “I thought you'd be with them, they're celebrating your victory after all.”

"I decided to rest, it was a hard day."

“I can tell. You certainly made a show.”

“I told you I would.” You both look at your feet, at this point the tension could be cut with a knife. Eren licks his lips. "So— your dad?”

“He won't be back early” You respond quickly.

“Umm— well, can you give him this for me?” He placed the phone charger in the palm of your hand, the light touch between his skin and yours felt like electricity. “He lent it to me ‘cause I lost mine. But I already bought another one.”

“Yeah, sure.” You smile at him, playing with the wire with your fingers. Neither of you moved, standing awkwardly without saying anything. It was almost obvious what you both wanted, the tension was there, it was just that one of you had to make the first move. And you decided that you would be the one to do it. “I was just about to get in the jacuzzi, wanna join me?”

He grins before replying: “I’ll go get a pair of shorts.”

“I’ll wait for you.”

Eren waited for you to close the door before practically running to his room. Damn, he's excited. He put on the first pair of swim trunks he could find under his clothes, brushed his teeth and said a few words of encouragement to himself in the mirror before returning to your hotel room. The door was ajar, which he took as an invitation to enter and lock it, making his way into the huge place.

His hotel room was luxurious no doubt, but nothing compared to what this suite was like. The living room was lit by a large chandelier, the TV was on with a random Netflix series playing but what impressed him the most was the huge window with a beautiful view of the city. For a moment he imagined him, grabbing you around the waist, slamming his hips against your ass and your breasts pressed against the window, so anyone in the other buildings could see you crying, begging him to stop.

He shook his head, escaping those indecent thoughts when he heard footsteps behind him. He turns around to see you, already with your hair down and were still wearing the robe.

“Hey.” He greeted you awkwardly.

“Come, it's over here.”

You began to walk leading him to a room where the jacuzzi was located, next to it a tray with cold meats, cheese cubes, crackers, strawberries and grapes; plus a bottle of expensive wine and two glasses. Eren observed a bed on the other side of the room, the television in this place was on too, playing a R&B playlist on Spotify; there was also a large window, but the curtains covered the view.

And let’s be honest, the atmosphere in this place was erotic.

You don't look at him when you go to the jacuzzi to sit on the edge of it and put your feet in. Eren walks over to the other side, right in front of you, and takes off his shirt followed by the shorts he was wearing over his swim trunks.

You almost salivated as you looked at his abs, his biceps flexing and the way his black shorts fit him so well, marking a part between his legs that you tried to ignore. It should be illegal to look like that.

He entered the hot tub slowly, sitting down and resting his arms on the edge of it. Yes, you're sure you stopped blinking for a moment.

Eren suppressed a grin when he noticed how you looked at him, and licked his lips before asking: "You're not getting in?”

Ignoring those dirty thoughts about the man in front of you, you untied the knot of your robe, removing it completely to reveal your navy blue two-piece bikini. His reaction was not unlike yours, instantly lost in the way your skin looked so good in that color.

Once you’re in, you reach for the bottle and pour both glasses. “I hope you like wine.” You said as you stretch out your arm to give it to him. But instead of taking the cup, he grabbed your wrist to pull you towards him.

“I don’t bite. You can come closer.” You tried to contain your smile as you take place next to him, playing with the liquid in the glass, trying to distract your nerves. Eren slips his arm behind your shoulders, resting it on the edge of the jacuzzi. “And yes, I love wine.” You could feel the light touch of his arm against the skin of your back. He takes a sip of wine before looking at you, the emerald of his eyes penetrating yours with a magic you could not explain. “Tell me more about you.”

You were surprised by his request, not used to talk about yourself, since most of your information was on the internet. And for some reason, you drew a blank. Why is it so hard to answer a question like that?

You cleared your throat, thinking about your answer. Well, we'll start with the simple stuff.

That's how you told him facts like where you were born, where you grew up and what your school life was like. You tried to be brief so as not to extend the conversation too much, but Eren didn't help as he kept asking more questions about you. Your likes and dislikes, your favorite music, your favorite movie.

Eren really wanted to get to know you better. You didn't know this yet, but he found you fascinating, that's why he kept asking.

This led to a pleasant chat between the two of you. Eren was truly a person with whom it was easy to talk about anything and everything. And when you asked about him, trying to talk less about you, he told you about his beginnings in the racing world and even shared some quick anecdotes about it. It was so captivating to listen to him talk about what he was passionate about, plus, you found it engaging when he explained something he knew perfectly without making you feel like a fool for not knowing it.

You continued talking until the bottle of wine was almost empty.

“You really impressed me today, I'll be honest, I didn't think you were going to win after the penalty.” You spoke after finishing your drink in one sip.

He laughed and shook his head. "I'm a terrible loser."

“Don’t tell me”

“But you know, I think I do better when you go to the races.” He whispered close to your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You turned to look into his eyes, he was quite close, his nose almost touching yours.

You gulped before asking: “Why?”

“You're like a good luck charm, plus, I like to impress you.”

You were a little nervous, so you tried to relax by telling a joke. "Impress me? Or my father?" He frowned with a grin on his face.

“You.”

You don't know who broke the distance first, if it was Eren or you, but that didn't matter, because when his lips collided with yours you couldn't think of anything else.

His hands went around your waist to sit you on his lap without breaking the kiss, it was messy, full of all the desire you had been nurturing all this time.

You felt a bulge against your crotch, and almost automatically, you began to move your hips rubbing against it. He moaned in your lips, lowering his hands to your ass to help you move.

“Fuck.” The driver bit your lip, tightening his grip on your skin before he cuts off the kiss suddenly by throwing his head back in pleasure. “That’s it.”

Eren maneuvers to remove your bikini top, dropping it into the water. His eyes almost sparkled at how beautiful your breasts were, and he couldn't hold it in any longer before taking one into his mouth and cupping the other with his hand, earning a moan from you that he swore was now one of his favorite sounds.

He lifted his hips a little to feel as much friction as possible. He was close —fuck, really close—, so he tried to stop your movements, but you didn't give in, moving a little faster to hasten his orgasm. “I didn’t wanna cum like this but—shit—y/n you aren’t helping.”

“Cum, Eren. We have a long night.” He moaned as he leaned his head on your shoulder, trying to control himself; but you wanted to see his face, so you grabbed his hair in your fist, pulling it to make him look at you. He looked beautiful, a little sweat on his forehead and his lips parted, letting out light sighs. You thought you could fall in love with this view.

Your words were the last push he needed to reach his peak. Cumming all the way in his shorts.

“Fuck, don’t let your dad get in here.”

You laugh at his comment. “Don’t worry about that.”

“Come here.” You yelp when he puts his hands under your armpits to pull you out of the jacuzzi, sitting you on the edge of it. The sudden cold air giving you chills.

He stayed inside and slowly lowered his hands, caressing your breasts and waist before reaching the only piece of clothing you had left. He played with the waistband as he leaves wet kisses on your neck, slowly moving down your chest, until he reaches your belly. You leaned back on your forearms as he tugs the fabric down, leaving you completely naked, at his mercy.

Eren makes you spread your legs by taking place between them, giving him a full view of your femininity.

“Beautiful.” He whispered more to himself before crouching down until he faced your cunt. He kissed your inner thighs, running his tongue close to where you needed him most just to torture you.

You groaned when you felt him give you a short kiss on your clit, but instead of taking it to his mouth, he turns his lips to your thighs.

“Eren.” You called him between a moan.

“Yes?” He responds too innocently before lightly biting your skin.

“Just do it.”

He looked up to meet your eyes. “Do what?”

“Please.” This man was driving you crazy. “Stop playing dumb.”

“You need to be a little more specific, princess.”

Fuck your shame. “I want your mouth.”

“You want my mouth? Where?” He placed his thumb over your clit, making slow circles that knocked out the air of your body. “Here?”

“Yes, please.”

He would’ve liked to make you beg a little longer, but he was also eager to taste you. “Your wishes are my command, princess.” He said, and you had a kind of déjà vu, who would have thought that the same words he said hours ago before the race would be said again in this situation.

You let out a sigh when he sucks your clit, flicking his tongue in experienced moves. You could do nothing but throw your head back, enjoying the pleasure he was giving you. He was good at this. Too fucking good.

You tried to stifle your moans by putting a hand over your mouth. Eren didn't like that, so he stopped his motions.

“Don't hold back the sounds. Scream all you want. We have Monaco for us tonight.”

At his words, you withdrew your hand from your mouth to let out a high moan as his mouth returned to your bud.

When Eren took two of his fingers inside you, you swore you saw stars. You wanted to move your hips, but his other hand over your belly kept you in place, so you brought one of your hands to his hair to hold him closer to you, chasing your high. The sounds of him licking you were obscene, but that was the last thing that mattered now when his tongue was moving so well.

He knew you were close when your walls clenched around his fingers and your breathing quickened. So he curved his fingers and sucked harder, resulting in a moan from you as you arched your back and came fully in his mouth.

“God.” You say after controlling your breathing.

“Don’t bring God in here, honey.” You let out a chuckle at his words, he does so too before getting out of the jacuzzi, crawling on top of you to join his lips with yours again, letting you taste yourself. “Let’s go to the fucking bed.”

Eren stood up, taking your hands to help you do it too. Then, when you are in front of him, he bent down to put his arms around your legs and carry you over his shoulder to make his way to the bed.

“You’re really something, Jeager.”

"You know I like to put on a show." You giggled when he landed you on the mattress without any care.

He stood still, looking down at your naked figure. His penetrating gaze made you feel a little insecure, you really weren't like this. You were always confident because you knew who you were, you knew that half the men on the planet would give anything to be with you. You knew you were someone they could only dream about. So every time a man gave you that look during sex, a look full of adoration, you felt like a goddess, powerful. But right now, in front of Eren, you felt incredibly small.

Eren was speechless, lost in thought for a moment as he admired your body. It was so much better than he had imagined. You were so much better.

He smiled at you before saying: “You’re stunning.”

He placed his hands on the sides of your head, attacking your lips again with his. The kiss was passionate, telling how you have been longing for each other.

His cock was hard again, you felt it against your leg through his wet shorts. Not waiting any longer, you grabbed the waistband and pulled down his garment, leaving him completely naked to see all his glory. Yes, he’s big.

He didn't let you process how that could fit in you when he began to rub his length between your folds, lubricating himself with your wetness. As he was about to slide himself in, he stops, remembering something important.

“Fuck, I don’t have a condom.” He muttered against your lips.

“I’m on birth control.” You announced quickly, trying not to break the connection of your lips with his.

Raising his head to look at you, he asked: “You are?” Trying to disguise his happiness that he could fuck you raw, but failing in the attempt.

“You can't imagine how many men would love to impregnate the rich girl.”

He clicked his tongue. “Good point.”

He took his dick in his hand to position himself at your entrance and slowly slid into you. Inch by inch. You closed your eyes to the feeling of your cunt being stretched by someone his size.

“You good?” He asks when he’s halfway inside, you nodded in response, letting him know he can continue.

A loud moan left your mouth when he pushed the rest in one go. Eren sighed with relief when he was completely inside. Finally, after waiting for so long, he was finally getting his wish to be inside you. He prayed that this wasn't just another one of his wet dreams, because he was sure that if he woke up alone in his bed, with no Y/n at his side, he would tear his room apart with rage.

His eyes went down to appreciate the area where you were connected, it looked like you were sucking him into you and didn't want to let him out. He was thankful that he came minutes before in the jacuzzi, because if he hadn't, he wouldn't have been able to last long with how good you felt.

“Eren? Are you good?” You asked since he seemed to be lost in thought.

His gaze went to your face, appreciating every detail, how your eyes were darkened and your lips swollen thanks to his kisses. Right now you looked like a fucking goddess, and he felt no less being on top of you. You looked so pretty. But his dark desires wanted to see you a mess, to hear you cry and scream, all by him and for him. Fuck, he would destroy you tonight.

“Yeah. I’m just thinking what to do with you.”

Eren began to move his hips, initially at a slow pace to get you used to his size, closing his eyes to enjoy how your walls embraced him. You threw your neck back and he took the opportunity to kiss it. It looked like you were making love. But that was not what you wanted to do, at least not now. So he began to accelerate his pace to an almost bestial one causing the headboard to start bumping against the wall.

The driver leaned on his forearms on the sides of your head to push himself harder and deeper; pressing his forehead to yours while your nails were digging into his back, leaving obvious marks, but he didn't care, on the contrary, he would be proud to see his back full of scratches in the morning, since it was you who made them.

He loved having you in that missionary position, he could cum like this, but he waited for so long and now he had a few hours with you, he wanted to do so much more. So he pulled out and grabbed you by the waist to turn you around roughly, positioning you with your chest against the mattress and your ass up and ready for him to worship. He liked—no, sorry, that came out wrong—loved rough sex. And you were no different.

Eren caresses with both hands your ass cheeks before spitting between them. Honestly, he only did it for the pleasure of seeing his saliva running down your skin and not as extra lubrication since you were already so soaked. Your level of arousal increased when he pressed your head against the sheets with his hand and slid himself back into your hole harder than before, hitting your sweet spot perfectly.

“You feel so fucking good.” He says, entertained by the way your butt wiggles with his thrusts. He couldn’t help it when he spanked you with his free hand, leaving a red mark behind. “And this sight—fuck—you’re so hot.” His grip on your head tightened, the sudden tug on your hair causes you to groan with pain and pleasure.

He does it so well, but just like him, you want more.

“Be rougher, Eren.” You managed to say in between your gasps. If you could see his face, you would see his eyes sparkle with your request.

Eren spanked you again, this time harder than before, then pulled your hair until your back collided with his chest, making you whine at the rough treatment. “You want me to be rougher, princess?” He cradled his chin on your neck with his mouth brushing your ear, the words like summer air against your skin.

“Who would say that daddy’s perfect girl is a masochist. Little. Thing.” He punctuated every word with his thrusts. You swore the air would leave your body at any moment. “You sure you can take it?” You nodded, clasping your knees with your hands. “Use your words. You have such a beautiful voice to not use it.”

It would be a lot easier for you to talk if Eren didn't keep pushing his cock inside you. But okay y/n, you have to make an effort, so you inhaled as much air as you could before saying: “I can.”

“That's a good girl. Now, you'd better give me a save word, ‘cause I won’t be easy on you."

Did you die and go to heaven? This was exactly what you had imagined with him. Before experiencing it yourself you thought that everything that was going through your mind was an idealization, that maybe everything would be weirder or vanilla; but as always, Eren had exceeded expectations. On the track and in bed.

“I don’t kn—fuck—red.” You said, not really giving it much thought, and he laughed at you struggling to speak.

“Red it is.”

His free hand cupped your neck putting the right pressure, and the other one starts rubbing circles on your clit; you slipped your arm behind his neck, taking his hair in your fist, making him grunt as you pulled on it.

You wanted to complain when he stopped moving to sit on his heels, he didn’t pull out, now you could feel him hitting deeper inside you since you were practically sitting on him.

“Fuck yourself.” He commanded. Following his words, you started moving up and down on his cock. “Yeah, like that.”

Watching himself slide in and out of you, while you squeezed him so well, was a paradise for him. Not even the best work of art in the world could make him feel so fascinated in this way, it wouldn't compare in the slightest. You could have him wrapped around your finger, you could ruin him as many times as you wanted, and he would thank you for it. Eren deep down wished you wouldn't find that out, but he didn't know that you felt the same way about him.

The hand that was circling your clit before went up, brushing the fingertips against your abdomen until it reached your mouth, where you welcomed two of his fingers and began to lick them, tasting your own juices. He tilted his head to get a better look at you, and when your eyes met his face you could appreciate how his lips were slightly open and his eyes attentive to his fingers inside your mouth. Please, someone take a picture.

“Just how I like it, a good submissive slut who takes whatever is given to her.” He said close to your ear, tightening his grip on your neck, and you can do nothing but moan in response while still swaying your hips.

The bed was a mess, wet with jacuzzi water and fluids, your bodies were not in a very different state, but the lewdness of the scene only made it better. If someone was recording this, maybe it would pass as a high quality amateur porn video.

Usually, Eren wasn't very vocal, that’s why he tried to stop the high groans that wanted to come out of his mouth by biting his lip, but it was almost impossible with the way your walls were clenching his precious dick. And let’s be honest, the sounds coming from his mouth sent your ego through the roof.

Eren withdrew both hands from you to lean backwards, resting on his palms to better admire how you moved over him, helping you a little by pushing his hips up.

“Damn it.” The green-eyed whispered as he threw his head back in pleasure at the new angle. By reflex, one of his hands went to your waist where he tightened his grip, his nails digging into your flesh leaving crescent marks.

“You’re such a vixen, you know?” He mumbled before pushing you back against the bed, your face against the pillows and your ass up. “Let me have another taste.”

"Be my guest." You said as you spread your legs a little further apart.

The truth is that Eren was about to cum, but he still wanted to do more and he knew that if he came at that moment he would not be able to get his dick hard once more. He didn't know when he would see you again, so the least he could do was give you an unforgettable night, and leave your body aching for days as a reminder of him.

He bent down until his face met your pussy again, where he started kissing and sucking just like he did the first time; but now you were quite sensitive, more than before, so you could feel your legs starting to tremble. Which earned you a smack on your right thigh.

“Stop moving or I won’t let you cum.”

“Eren, I’m—” You tried to defend yourself, but he interrupted you.

“I know, princess, I know. But you can be still for me, can't you?” You sobbed into your pillow, nor really knowing if you could do it, but you still managed to say «yes». He smirked before returning to his previous task, flicking his tongue skillfully over your sensitive bud.

Well… you weren't doing a very good job of staying still, much less when you were so close to orgasm. So close that you were about to collapse completely on the bed if Eren's hands weren't holding your thighs. You were about to reach heaven and maybe have an unexplainable orgasm; but in the blink of an eye, the feeling of wanting to explode was cut off. Panting with frustration, you turned your head to see his face decorated with a mischievous grin.

“What?” You ask in disbelief.

“What?” He imitated your tone of voice, settling down on his knees.

“Why did you do that? I was about to—”

“If I remember correctly, I told you to stay still or you wouldn’t cum.” He answered, grabbing your thighs to turn your body sharply, your back meeting the sheets again. “Or I didn’t?”

“But you—” Your words were interrupted by a whine as he grabbed your legs to accommodate them on his shoulders. He practically folded you in half when he leaned his body forward with his palms resting on the sides of your head holding your legs in place.

“But I, what?” He questioned, rubbing the head of his cock along your labia, coating himself in your wetness.

Eren didn't wait for your answer before pushing his shaft back into your pussy, who was already starting to miss him. The only thing that could leave your lips was a poor «Oh my god» when he began to move vigorously, hitting your sweet spot with precision each time he slid in and out. You closed your eyes, trying to process all the pleasure you were experiencing, the familiar feeling in your lower stomach coming back with each thrust.

He leaned down just enough to place a short, quick kiss on your lips before releasing one of your legs —which you quickly wrapped around his torso—, to freely grasp your jaw with his calloused hand. “Look at me.” He whispered.

You tried to open your eyes, but closed them again when you felt a thrust stronger than the previous ones. Eren had actually turned you into a mess.

You felt him remove his hand from your face only to feel it again a second later but in the form of a slight slap on your right cheek, then return to its original position but squeezing harder your poor jaw.

“I said look at me.” He muttered in a firmer voice.

You forced yourself to open your eyes, a few tears spilling down your skin as you made eye contact with his predatory gaze.

Eren was good at this, he knew how hard to slap, spank and grab to make the pain pleasurable without crossing the line into violence. Would you be able to find someone like him once again in your life? The chances were slim.

“That’s it. What beautiful eyes you have.” He remarked, his thrusts never faltering.

His thumb caressed your lower lip gently, then made its way into your mouth, letting out a groan as you began to lick his digit and gave it a slight bite.

“Open up.” He ordered, you opened your mouth as wide as you could, sticking out your tongue a little as his thumb left your cavity. He collected saliva in his mouth to spit it right into yours. The action so nasty and sexy at the same time. You swallowed it all instantly, and he couldn't have been prouder that you were taking everything so well. “Good girl.” He praised before sitting back on his calves.

With one hand he held on to the leg that was still over his shoulder to keep pushing his hips, with the other he began to make slow circles over your clit. You threw your head back and dug your nails into his biceps as you were nearing your orgasm again. He noticed how close you were by the way your walls were squeezing his dick.

“Eren, I’m—” You tried to announce your release, but your words were cut off by a loud moan that left your lips instead.

“I know—fuck—go on, princess.” He kissed your ankle. “Cum, make a mess like I know you can.”

Eren’s words were the last push you needed to reach your climax. You felt a great relief to finally be able to release everything that he had been building inside your body. But as much as you would’ve loved to ask him to give you a few seconds to recover, he had other plans. At no time did he stop sliding in and out of you, just as his thumb never left your clit, the overstimulation causing your legs start to tremble.

“Eren, wait. I can’t—”

“Shut up and fucking take it.”

Eren was close too, you can tell by the way his thrusts became deeper and sloppier. He also couldn't help the growls that leave his throat when he feels his high just around the corner. His hands gripped your thighs to keep your body from moving back and forth with the force he was using. Sounds of skin colliding, sobs and moans took over the room. And it couldn't have been more perfect.

He used what little sanity he had left to ask: “Can I—oh god—inside?” His plea wasn't even worded right, but you knew what he meant.

You managed to say: “Do it.”

Eren threw his head back as he reached his climax, closing his eyes to enjoy what could be the best orgasm of his life. He kept jerking his hips in a slow pace until he felt that he had completely drained himself, mixing his cum with yours. A warm feeling came over your walls as he did so. After a few seconds, he leaned down to hide his head in your neck, the sounds of his breathing and grunting right in your ear sending shivers down your spine.

Still inside you, he lifted his head to look down at you. Your eyes were red, your lips were swollen, and he could still see the marks of his fingers on your jaw. He tried to memorize this image in his mind as he was not sure when he would see it again. You tried to do the same, appreciating the layer of sweat that had formed on his forehead and how his hair was a mess but still looked amazing.

“Jesus Christ.” He whispered as he pulled out to lie down next to you, but not before kissing your temple and take a quick look of your hole dripping his white seed.

You stood like that for a few moments, side by side, staring at the ceiling unable to believe what had just happened as you tried to recover. If you weren't worried that your father would arrive at any moment, you would have fallen asleep.

You don't know how long it took before he decided to speak first.

“And… How was it?” You let out a chuckle at his question.

“I can't feel my legs. How do you think it was?” You replied, lying on your side to get a better look at him, who already had his head turned in your direction.

“You’re amazing.” He took you with his arm to lay you on top of his chest, your head resting on his pecs while he caressed your back. “It’s almost sad that you’re leaving tomorrow and I don't know when I’ll see you again.”

“Don't ruin the moment.”

“Sorry, princess.” He giggled. “I really like you.”

“I like you too.” You said. “A lot.”

“How about we take a quick shower and order some food?” He suggested, taking your chin with his thumb and forefinger to make you look at him. The contrast between how he touched you before and how he touches you now almost made you sigh. He kissed your lips before adding: “I want to make the most of my time with you.”

“Give me a rest, Jeager.” You joked, even when you weren't planning to turn down his offer.

“You’ll have time to rest on the plane.” He tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear.

You connected your eyes with his emerald ones, smiling as an idea came to your mind. “When you have your summer break, how about traveling somewhere? Just you and me.”

“Maybe we should have done that much earlier.” He mumbled and squeezed your cheeks with his hand, making your mouth form into a pout, which he took advantage of to kiss you again. “Let’s do that.”

“I'll be looking forward to it.” You admitted and Eren smiled, showing his perfect teeth. “Let’s go shower before my dad arrives.” You got out of bed taking his hand to force him to follow you. He rolled his eyes mockingly before taking your hand and kissing your knuckles.

“Relax, princess. We still have Monaco for us.”

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ARTICLE: "Driver Profile: Charles Leclerc" (Formula Scout, 2015)

PaddockScout profiles Charles Leclerc, the young man from Monaco tearing up the FIA F3 European Championship with two wins from the first two rounds.

Monaco plays host to probably the most famous of any Formula 1 race each year but, perhaps unsurprisingly for a microstate of less than 40,000 people, it doesn’t have a history of producing its own successful Formula 1 drivers. Louis Chiron won his home race in 1931 but since his last participation in 1958 (the oldest ever F1 driver at 58), only Olivier Beretta in 1994 has represented Monaco in an F1 race. Clivio Piccione and Stefano Coletti have won in GP2 since then, but didn’t make it to the top level.

Charles Leclerc is only 17 but he is probably Monaco’s best chance yet of repeating Chiron’s home streets victory. A long-time protege of F1 driver manager Nicolas Todt, Leclerc was a star in karting and has had no trouble adapting to single-seaters, impressing in Formula Renault 2.0 last year and now taking up the mantle of being the star rookie in European F3. A winner on his debut at Silverstone, he added a second victory at Hockenheim last weekend and is just five points off the standings lead.

A quick history (so far)

Leclerc’s father Herve was a Formula 3 driver in the 1980s, and Charles began karting at the circuit owned by Philippe Bianchi, the father of Jules. Working his way up the ranks, Leclerc was French was French cadet champion in 2009 and the runner-up in KF3 and the Monaco Junior Kart Cup winner in 2010.

The following year, he claimed a CIK-FIA double, winning the Academy Trophy and the KF3 World Cup. Moving up to KF2 for 2012, Leclerc triumphed in the WSK Euro Series and took second in the European and U18 championships.

Together with Max Verstappen, Leclerc took part in the KZ gearbox classes for his final year in karting in 2013, winning the Winter Cup and finishing second to his Dutch rival in the world championship.

Leclerc entered Formula Renault 2.0 for his rookie single-season season, embarking on the Alps series for Fortec Motorsports. He quickly became a frontrunner, making the podium at round two at Pau and then twice again at Spa. At Monza he won both races, and followed that with more podiums to secure second place in the championship behind third-year FR2.0 racer Nyck de Vries.

Some of Leclerc’s most impressive performances last year came in Eurocup Formula Renault 2.0 as a guest entry. He took part in six races and finished second in the last three of those, up against lots of drivers with multiple years of experience in the series.

He could have made the full-time move to the Eurocup for 2015 but instead stepped up to Formula 3, and after testing for several different teams, signed with Van Amersfoort Racing. He would essentially replace Verstappen as team leader, working with the same engineer Rik Vernooij.

Leclerc was rapid in testing and demonstrated his pace on his debut weekend at Silverstone, scoring a double position and winning the final race of the weekend. At round two at Hockenheim he extended his podium streak to five consecutive races, and defeated F3 veteran Felix Rosenqvist in a battle for victory in the wet in race three.

Up next

Leclerc is just five points behind championship leader Antonio Giovinazzi, and so far he’s only raced on circuits he hadn’t competed at before. Next up on the calendar are Pau, Monza and Spa, and he tasted success at all of those last season. Therefore, it stands to reason that there’s yet more to come from Leclerc.

It’s a long season (there are 33 races) and plenty could happen between now and the F3 paddock returning to Hockenheim on the weekend of Leclerc’s 18 birthday in October. But based upon the first two rounds, there’s no reason to think of Leclerc as anything other than a serious title threat. Beating the more experienced Rosenqvist and Giovinazzi – driving for bigger teams in Prema and Carlin respectively – will take some doing, but he’s already given them a hard time. Anyway, his season’s hardly going to be a failure if he loses out and finishes up third as a rookie.

Talent and potential

Leclerc marked himself out as a real prospect in karting – so much so he topped our 2012 ‘karters to watch‘ feature, ahead of Verstappen. But it’s never a foregone conclusion that a successful karter will make a successful car racer. His debut season in FR2.0 was in some ways fairly low key with ‘only’ two wins, but the jump up from karting to continental FR2.0 is very rarely made to look easy by anybody. Leclerc ultimately finished as high up in the Alps standings as he could have been realistically expected to do so, given the presence of an on-form de Vries. It was actually up against tougher competition in the Eurocup that he really shone, with three consecutive P2s taking quite some doing in a series where nobody was particularly consistent.

Those performances suggested he would be capable of stepping up to F3, particularly as his old rival Verstappen had made it look easy and didn’t have the benefit of a year of car racing experience. And so he has proven to be. It’s still early days, but Leclerc has so far been the class of a large crop of rookies and taken the fight to proven F3 winners with multiple years of experience already under their belt.

His early performances are on a par with what last year’s star rookies Esteban Ocon and Verstappen were doing – in fact, his record of two wins and five podiums from the first six races replicates the 2014 champion’s start. If he keeps it up, he will deserve to be held in the same high esteem as them a few months down the line.

Off-track

A potential stumbling point is that most F1 teams are already overflowing with some serious sub-F1 prospects, but if he continues to impress as he’s doing at the moment, they could begin falling over each other to find a space for him.

Funding-wise, Leclerc benefits from partners usually tied to Todt’s projects, and watch maker Richard Mille (currently a sponsor of the Lotus F1 team) is his loyal main backer. And you’d imagine that being billed as a future F1 star from Monaco could well tempt some further future investment.

Verdict

In just his second season in single-seaters, Leclerc is quickly marking himself out as a star of the future with fine performances and two wins in his first couple of weekends in European F3, making him seriously stand out from a large and competitive grid.

But the signs are definitely there that Leclerc is one of the very top talents in the junior ranks right now, and that he’s capable of tasting success in F1 in the future.

His lifelong friend Bianchi was so sadly stopped in his tracks last year just when his F1 future was looking promising. In a few years’ time, Leclerc could just pick up where his mentor left off.

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chapter twenty — deja vu

➝ mercedes’ second championship win brings back some old feelings, but things between elisabeth and toto feel brand-new.

➝ word count: 3,9k

➝ warnings: none

OCTOBER, 2015

The mood in the garage was one of pure ecstasy.

Mechanics were running around, wide smiles on their faces and bottles of champagne in their hands. The engineers thumped each other on the back as they passed, in a gesture of cooperation. On the television screens mounted to the walls, images switched between replays of the silver car with the number 44 taking its lap of honor around the Sochi circuit, and the podium ceremony that had just taken place, with Lewis, Sebastian and Sergio dousing Andy Cowell with champagne.

Watching the proceedings with a smile, Elisabeth had the strange sensation that she’d been here before. The smiles, the tears, the fuss to get everyone assembled for the victory photo — it was all too familiar to her. But, there was something else in the air, too.

Apprehension.

On the last lap, after Valtteri Bottas and Kimi Räikkönen overtook Sérgio Perez, there was a fierce fight by both Finns for third place. However, the 2007 champion collided with the Williams driver. While Valtteri had to retire from the race due to the damage from the collision, Kimi managed to get his Ferrari to the checkered flag, taking fifth place.

The combination of results between the Finn and his teammate, Sebastian Vettel, together with Nico's early retirement, prevented her team from celebrating its second Constructors' World title in Russia. However, Elisabeth’s father pointed out Kimi’s reckless move almost immediately.

— He did it on purpose — Niki said, his voice flat.

She quirked an eyebrow as she looked at him.

— What are you talking about, dad?

— Räikkönen. He tagged his wheel against Bottas. He should be getting a penalty.

— But what penalty? — Elisabeth asked, as Lewis passed the checkered flag on the screen in front of her.

— A time penalty, added at the end of the race — he muttered, watching Sebastian and Sergio cross the finish line.

— A time penalty could mean our Constructors' title — Toto said, snatching his cell phone from the engineering station as he jumped out of his chair. Even before Lewis had even pulled into parc fermè, he was walking out of the back of the garage. She was confused as she watched the team principal leave, her father on his heels.

“Why haven’t they come back yet?”, she thought, after a few minutes. Elisabeth pursed her lips as she observed the anxious throng of mechanics and engineers, who were already holding giant silver Mercedes stars and champagne bottles in their hands. They were just waiting to find out which victories they’d be celebrating that day.

— Elisabeth — one of the interns from the marketing team stopped in front of her with a pile of aqua-green t-shirts, still wrapped in clear plastic. — Do you want a t-shirt?

She looked down at her white blouse, and memories from the year before came to her, when she was soaked with champagne and felt half-naked in the midst of the title celebrations, in front of dozens of photographers.

“If it wasn't for Toto”, she thought, smiling.

— Yes, I do.

She pressed one of the shirts into her hands, and Elisabeth gave her a thankful smile to the girl, who went on with her mission to outfit the rest of the team. She opened the package and quickly glanced at the white screen printing, which featured the words “Race Winners”, “F1 W05 Hybrid” and “2015” highlighted. She slipped the t-shirt over her white blouse.

— They're coming! — someone yelled. There was a sudden commotion in the garage, and she started to make her way through the assembled crowd, moving to get to the area where everyone was gathering.

First, Lewis appeared alongside Andy, both of them completely drenched in champagne and holding the first-place and constructors trophies. Behind them, Toto appeared next to Nico, the two of them talking quietly before they came face to face with the crowd.

— We'll talk about this later — Elisabeth heard the team principal say to his driver. Then, he looked up at the crowd that had gathered. The tension in the air was almost palpable.

Toto’s eyes met hers, and then, his face cracked into a wide smile.

— We are the two-time Constructor’s champions — he said in a low voice.

Before Elisabeth could realize it, her feet were already in a clumsy run towards Toto, her arms looping around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. Just as it had been in Monaco two years ago, she felt his arms wrap around her waist and lift her off the ground.

He smelled the same.

The emotions she felt were the same.

However, they were not.

Both of them had changed considerably since that day in Monte Carlo. They both had matured. They had both learned, not just about motorsport, but about leadership, business, companionship, and partnership, but above all, they’d both learned about love.

The second title was sweeter than the first.

— You did it, honey — she whispered into his ear as she planted a discreet kiss on the crook of his neck.

— We did it, Liesl — Toto whispered back.

She looked into his brown eyes and saw them gleaming with satisfaction. Of happiness. Of desire.

— I'm so proud of you — she whispered, a wide smile on her face. Toto didn't answer, just leaning his forehead against hers, closing his eyes slightly. Elisabeth also closed her eyes for a few seconds, absorbing that moment and using all her self-control not to kiss him right there.

Seconds later, she felt her feet touch the ground again. Around her, the team exchanged hugs and congratulations, laughter and pats on the back. The atmosphere in the garage was electric. It was joy in its purest form.

However, Elisabeth and Toto were inside their own bubble, staring at each other in silence, trying to say with their eyes everything that they couldn't speak with their lips at that moment. Amid so many unspoken words, she had to walk away quickly. She'd finally realized what she'd done.

“That wasn’t discreet at all, Elisabeth”, she thought, looking to the side and seeing Nico, who was shaking hands with his race engineer, Tony Ross.

Without hesitation, she threw her arms around the driver, trying to reproduce the same joy with which she had hugged Toto earlier.

— Congratulations, Nico! — she exclaimed, looking at him with a wide smile on her face — We did it again!

The German looked a little taken aback by her effusiveness. After all, the race had been a real disgrace for him, as he had to retire at the end of the seventh lap. However, Nico returned her smile.

— Yes, we did it — he replied — I wish it would have been easier, but we did it.

— Are you happy?

— As happy as I can be, Elisabeth — Nico said, his smile fading — I'm still frustrated with the retirement, but there wasn't much I could do.

Elisabeth pursed her lips, feeling a little guilty for having chosen Nico to be her cover.

— Did you find out what the problem was, yet?

— The accelerator pedal stuck.

— Shit — she muttered, putting a hand on his shoulder — But you're still in the fray, anything can happen.

— It's going to be hard, you know, Elisabeth…

— Hard, but not impossible. And you know it.

Nico laughed.

— Your optimism is impressive.

— Well, someone needs to be optimistic! — she replied, smiling, before giving the driver another hug, this time, to encourage him.

— Mauslein? — she heard a familiar voice amid the cacophony. Elisabeth turned away from Nico and saw her father standing at the entrance to the garage, a smile on his face. As soon as she looked at him, Elisabeth felt an avalanche of happiness wash over her. She couldn’t keep the grin off of her face if she’d tried.

— Dad — she exclaimed, as she walked toward him and wrapped him in a tight hug — You've done it again!

She felt Niki's hands rest on her back, but he was hesitant. She pulled back slightly, meeting her father's face with a somewhat confused expression.

— Done what?

— Kimi got a thirty-second time penalty — Elisabeth heard Toto say, as he appeared next to her — It dropped him to P8. We’re champions, Niki.

— Two-time champions — she added, with a smile.

Her father's eyes shone with joy.

— So we are! We really are! — he laughed, pulling her into another hug and kissing her cheek — We did it again!

— But, I didn't do anything, dad — she said, turning away from her father — You did. You and Toto did.

Her father sighed, running a hand through her hair.

— You've done a lot, Mauslein. Much more than last year. And I'm proud of you — Niki said, touching her cheek gently with his fingers. Hearing him say that he was proud of her sent a tsunami of emotions through Elisabeth. She felt so many things in a matter of seconds. First, it was the satisfaction of having made her father proud, after all, that was always her goal. Then, it was followed by an overwhelming wave of guilt, sadness in its wake when she should have been overjoyed for the achievement.

In her mind, Elisabeth heard Mathias' words over and over again.

“You already let him down”.

The next thing she knew, her dad was shaking his head, running his thumb over one of the tears that had started to run down her cheek.

— How many times do I need to tell you not to cry so that I don't start crying too? — he muttered.

— Crying isn't bad, dad — she said, forcing a smile — I'm just happy.

— But there's no need to cry about it, especially if you're happy — Niki laughed, wiping another tear of hers — In fact, we should enjoy this moment and take some pictures. What do you think?

— Great idea, dad — she replied, sniffling.

In a few minutes, everyone was positioned outside the garage, in front a pool of photographers and their lenses, jockeying for the best angles of the team that had just won the 2015 Constructors' Championship. Elisabeth tried to sneak into a corner with the reporters, but she felt a hand land on her shoulder.

— Where are you going? — she turned around to see Nico smiling.

— To… Watch the celebration?

— Nope! You're coming with me — he said, dragging Elisabeth toward the group, umoved by her protests.

He led her to crouch next to him in front of the pit board, which contained the words “Lewis” and “P1”. It was put together before the mechanics knew about Räikkönen’s time penalty. She realized that she was positioned right in between the two drivers. Looking to the left, she noticed that Lewis was arranging the trophies in front of the group, lining them up perfectly.

— It looks great, Lewis — she said with a smile.

— I don't know, it looks crooked to me — he laughed, fiddling with the champagne bottle that was between the two trophies. Conversations stopped when Bradley stood in front of the group, next to the lens, and started directing the poses the group was supposed to make. Clenched fists, champion shouts, laughter. Then, Elisabeth looked to the side and noticed that her father was moving away from the group, towards the press pool.

Then someone behind her started counting.

— Three!

She knew what was about to happen.

— Two!

She made a move to run away, only to feel a pair of hands hold her in place, preventing her from escaping.

— One!

She looked to her side and saw Nico’s mischievous smile.

The sound of champagne bottles popping was accompanied by laughter and a spray of champagne straight in her face. Elisabeth squealed as she tried to fend off the booze shower. She tried to stand up again, to no avail. Nico seemed to hold her even more firmly in the same place, determined to prevent her from fleeing.

— Nico! — she yelled, putting her hands in front of her face in an attempt to defend herself. Somewhere in front of her, she could hear Lewis chuckling — Leave me alone, Nico!

— No — he said, laughing.

Suddenly, the spray stopped hitting her face, allowing her to wipe the liquid out of her eyes. However, Elisabeth hadn’t even regained her vision before she felt an icy stream fall on her head, rolling down her neck and the back of her t-shirt. Someone had upended an entire bottle on her without any mercy. She was completely soaked with champagne.

— Fuck — Elisabeth laughed, trying to wipe her eyes dry again. As she looked for the culprit, she spotted Lewis with an empty bottle in his hands, running from a mechanic who was trying to douse him.

— You are now officially baptized, Elisabeth — Nico said, laughing.

— Just you wait, Rosberg. Both you and Hamilton — she snarled, brushing a lock of her wet hair away from her face. She lifted herself off the ground and headed for the garage, wondering how she was going to get back to the hotel like this.

— You're dripping all over the place, Liesl — Toto said. He was standing in a corner. She looked back at the floor and noticed that she’d left a trail of champagne drops along the way. She looked back at him. He was staring at her with a serious expression as he rubbed a towel through his hair.

— Sorry — Elisabeth gave an apologetic smile — I'm looking for a towel.

— There must be one in Nico's driver room — he said, his tone a little nonchalant. She wasn't expecting him to sound so somber, and she approached him.

— Are you all right, dear? — she whispered.

He smiled at her.

— Yes, I’m fine.

Elisabeth wasn't convinced.

A few hours later, they were walking down the eighth floor corridor of the Delta Sirius hotel in absolute silence. She pulled the entry card out of her bag, and opened the door, motioning for Toto to enter the room ahead of her. She quickly glanced up and down the hallway, ensuring that there weren't any familiar faces that might have seen them enter the suite before she closed the door.

As she released the door handle, Elisabeth took a deep breath, bracing herself for what was to come.

She traipsed through the short entryway and found Toto sitting in the bedroom armchair, removing his damp shoes and socks in silence.

His face was an indecipherable mask, which made her even more anxious.

After a day like today, with such an important achievement, it should have been impossible for him to be so indifferent, as if everything was just another day at the office.

“Something's wrong”, she thought to herself, sitting on the bed.

— Darling — Elisabeth said, after a few seconds of hesitation.

— Yes? — he replied.

— Is everything alright?

He sighed. He looked up at her.

— Yeah, I’m okay, Elisabeth — Toto replied. The way he answered confirmed what she already knew.

— Are you sure? — she insisted.

— Yeah, Elisabeth, I'm just tired.

She got up from the bed and approached him slowly. Then, she stopped in front of him, sitting on the floor, resting on her heels, not taking her eyes off of him. She rested a hand on his leg, her thumb drawing circles in the fabric of his pants. They were still wet with champagne.

— Toto — Elisabeth said, softly — I can tell when you're just tired and when something's really wrong. Right now there's something’s wrong.

— Liesl — he said, bringing a hand to her face. She leaned her head into his palm.

— First of all, we're best friends, aren't we? Better yet, partners in crime — she said, a smile appearing on her face — And partners in crime count on each other in both good times and bad.

Toto looked away from her, as if he was wondering whether or not he should speak.

— Tell me what happened. Please.

— I was thinking, Elisabeth — he said.

— About what?

— I think you're wasting your time with me.

She blinked in disbelief.

— What do you mean by that?

— Elisabeth, I'm not the man for you — Toto stated, looking up at her. She looked into his brown eyes, and she could see pain. Her head was spinning, with thousands of questions overlapping one another.

“It can't be, it can't be”, she thought, feeling a lump forming in her throat.

— Are you… Are you breaking up with me, Toto? — she asked, voice shaky.

He blinked.

— No, no, never, that's not it, Liesl — Toto answered, tucking a strand of damp hair behind her ear.

— So what is it?

— It's just… I was watching you talk to Nico and I felt bad.

— Are you jealous?

— Not jealous, Liesl. Guilty.

— But why do you feel… Guilty?

— I feel guilty for tying you to a life with me. I feel guilty for making you live your life with an older, divorced, father of two, whose job is traveling the world to see cars running in circles.

She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

— Do you think I'd have freedom if I were with Nico?

He hesitated for a few seconds.

— Well, maybe…

— You know Nico is married, right? Married, and very much in love with his wife.

— Elisabeth, Nico isn't the problem.

— So, what is?

— It's the… Idea of Nico.

— I'm sorry, Toto, but I don’t understand.

The team principal buried his face in his hands, clearly frustrated. She took a deep breath. Elisabeth definitely hadn’t expected to be having this conversation with Toto on a day that was supposed to be so happy for them. He looked up at her again.

— What I'm trying to say… Is that everything could be better if you were with a man like him. A man your age, who might share the same ambitions as you, the same desires for the future. You don't have that with me. You never will.

— And… Where did you draw this conclusion from?

— You looked happy when you were talking to him.

— Toto — she said with a sigh — You know there's no handcuffs on my wrists tying me to you, right?

— Yes, but…

— Now it’s your turn to listen, honey — she interrupted him, getting up on her knees, taking his face in her hands — I didn't choose to fall in love with you. But, I chose to fight my feelings. I also chose the moment to surrender to this passion I felt for you because I was tired of lying to you and to myself about what I felt.

He gazed at you in silence.

— That night, right here, in this very hotel, when you said that two words were enough for you to be mine, I saw you reach out your hand to me so we could jump off a cliff together — she recalled — The fall would be long, uncertain, and could most likely end up with both of us injured. But I took your hand anyway. I jumped off the cliff with you. Do you know why?

— Why?

— Because, even though I knew it wouldn't be easy, even though I knew I would have to face everyone's judgment, I trusted you. I do trust you, Torger Christian Wolff. I like you. I — she caught mid-sentence for a few seconds. Elisabeth always hesitated in saying those three little words — I'm with you.

— With me?

— Yes. With you. With you, and everything that comes with you. With your quirks, your flaws, your qualities. With your work, and with your children. I'm with you.

Toto smiled at Elisabeth. It was a wide, genuine smile.

— I don't know why you think we don't have the same ambitions — she continued — I want to make this team win as much as you do. I want to make people see Mercedes for the greatness it has. My biggest ambition is to do it all by your side.

— We will, Liesl — he whispered — We will.

— And about my wishes for the future… I have no doubt we share those too, Toto. I wish as much as you do to see Ben and Rosi grow up happy, in an environment full of love, because they deserve it. Again, we're in this together, honey.

— Don’t you have… Other desires?

— What do you mean?

— Don't you want children?

Elisabeth felt her heart jump in her chest. They’d never talked specifically about children.

Well, children that were theirs, at least. Like any girl raised in a traditional family, Elisabeth had dreamed of having a house full of kids. As the youngest of three children, she had never lived without company, let alone love. Lennon's birth had made her desire to start a family grow.

However, getting to know Ben and Rosi, she felt like that wish had come true. At least that's what she thought.

— I do want that, Toto — she said softly — And you gave it to me. You gave me Ben and Rosi, and I love them as if they were my own children.

— I mean… Children that are ours.

Ever since the event in Monaco where Toto had told her she would make a great mother, the thought of having a child with him had never left Elisabeth's mind. Every day, when she took her birth control, she thought about what it would be like if, by some chance, she got pregnant.

The thought always took her into a spiral, imagining what it would be like to see her belly grow, how birth would be like, how Ben and Rosi would be with the baby, what his face would look like. In Elisabeth's mind, he would have blue eyes like Lennon's, untamed dark hair like Toto's and the chin so characteristic of her father. A beautiful baby.

— I have dreamed of it, but I understand that today is not our focus. But, that’s okay. We have time.

— You have time, Elisabeth. You are 29. I do not.

She blinked.

— Toto, you sound like you're 83 and not just 43.

— 43 is old.

— Only in your head. My father wasn't young when I was born. He was 37 and it didn't stop him doing anything with me. I had as amazing of a childhood as I would have had if he was younger.

— What if I can't give our child an amazing childhood?

Elisabeth laughed.

— Toto, you're thinking too much about someone who doesn't even exist yet.

— But he will — he said, his voice steady — And I don't want to do anything wrong. I don't want him to go through what I went through. Anything.

Taking his face between her hands, she looked at him with a tender expression.

— And he won't. Because you're going to be his father, and you will never do wrong by him.

The shadow of a smile appeared on Toto's lips as his eyes filled with tears. She wrapped him in a tight hug, placing a kiss on his temple as he nestled his face into the crook of her neck. Elisabeth remained there in silence for a while, her fingers stroking his hair.

It was in those moments of vulnerability that she realized how much she wanted to be there, with him, no matter if he was smiling or crying. It was those moments that made Elisabeth sure she loved him.

Suddenly, Toto looked up at her.

— Liesl — he said in a whisper.

— Yeah?

— I love you.

Now, it was her turn to start crying.

— You love me? — she mumbled softly.

— Very much.

She had never felt so happy in your life. Her eyes were wet again, and she looked at him with a silly smile on her face. Elisabeth felt as if she was dreaming and at any moment she would be awakened by the alarm clock on her nightstand.

— I love you too, Toto — she replied, before pulling his face against hers into a kiss that tasted slightly of the salt of their tears.

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