#and Carlos is like am i reading this right?? so he calls and it's the same on the phone too but now he can hear Lando's silly little laugh
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tying the knot • cl16 part 2 ੈ✩‧₊˚
ੈ✩‧₊˚ pairing || charles leclerc x gasly!reader
ੈ✩‧₊˚ genre || social media au
ੈ✩‧₊˚ summary || everyone is together on break for some reason, perhaps a wedding. question is… whose is it?
alt. y/n is pierre’s younger sister. there’s no way she’s dating his best friend aka her childhood friend… right?
ੈ✩‧₊˚ warning || google translate 😬
ੈ✩‧₊˚ a/n || so sorry this took a-bit more time to get out then i initially planned but nevertheless hope you enjoy!! one more part after this x. i lied
NOT PROOF READ YET!
part 1 here!
august 2023
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yourusername forever & always
username2 WHAT?!
username18 please don’t tell me we lost y/n to a guy and a marriage all in one day
username1 I AM HYPERVENTILATING
username9 WHO IS THAT MAN?
username33 y/n is MARRIED?!
username14 omfg she’s so stunning
username81 y/n cheated on me 😭
username72 everyone losing their minds over the guy but i just wanna know who from the grid went
username18 i NEED to know who was in the wedding party
pierregasly jolie fille 🩷
francisca.cgomes sexiest bride out
⤷ yourusername stop it i’m blushing 🫣😘
charles_leclerc 🤍
⤷ username55 u guys don’t think…
⤷ username16 omfg i’d actually cry if it was him, i’ve shipped them forever like they’re literally childhood friends to lovers, brothers best friend/best friends sister, slowburn irl… but realistically it’s defs not
lilymhe the cutest 🥹 but make sure he knows ur still MY wife
⤷ yourusername ofc ofc baby
⤷ alex_albon oh?
luisinhaoliveira99 congrats my girl 😍
estebanocon ouah y/n!
lorenzotl félicitations petite soeur
⤷ yourusername enzo 🥹
⤷ username62 lorenzo calling y/n his little sister I COULD CRY
alex_albon nice!
georgerussell63 congratulations! 👏
carmenmmundt 🩷🩷
joris__trouche belle cérémonie y/n!
⤷ yourusername ❤️
arthur_leclerc 😄😄
heidiberger_ blushing bride!
leclerc_pascale ma belle fille
⤷ yourusername merci maman ❤️
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lilymhe my best friend in the world got cuffed 🥂
tagged yourusername
yourusername the best maid of honour i could’ve asked for 🥹🩷
⤷ lilymhe forever babe 🤍
yourusername u next!!! alex_albon
⤷ alex_albon maybe she’ll stop calling u her wife then 😵💫
⤷ lilymhe NEVER
username23 OMFG LILY WAS HER MAID OF HONOUR 😭😭
username9 LILY AND ALEX WERE AT THE WEDDING!!!now we know people from the grid were defs there, now onto who else!
⤷ username11 i mean obv they would be… lily and y/n are best friends. also pierre and kika were obviously there bc he’s her brother, charles and his brothers probably too bc they’re childhood friends, and based on who else was in italy for what was obviously the hens night and bachelor party - carlos, carmen, george, heidi, danny, luisa, lando, isa, carla, charlotte
luisinhaoliveira99 the fits 🥵
alex_albon top night yourusername charles_leclerc
alex_albon top night yourusername
⤷ lilymhe omg alex
⤷ yourusername don’t pretend that wasn’t on purpose
⤷ username72 what are they talking abt?
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francisca.cgomes parabéns linda menina. eu te amo minha irmã, sempre e para sempre. 💒
translation: congratulations beautiful girl. i love you my sister, always and forever. 💒
tagged yourusername
username15 gonna cry… kika calling y/n her sister 😭😭
username8 the best sister-in-laws
yourusername kika 🥹🥹 the best sister ever
alex_albon LMFAO y/n crying in the third slide 💀
⤷ yourusername watch it albono
⤷ lilymhe idk if my eyes were deceiving me but i’m pretty certain i saw u welling up
⤷ georgerussell63 no no ur eyes weren’t deceiving u, alex cried like a little bitch
⤷ alex_albon UM OK?? i’ve watched them grow up waht did u expect 😫 also george i know u aren’t speaking
⤷ yourusername awww that’s rlly sweet alex
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carmenmmundt felicidades linda 🤍
tagged yourusername, georgerussell63
yourusername carmen!! 🩷
username63 carmen slaying the wedding fit TRUST she will always show UP
georgerussell63 😍😍
username62 everyone going all in and out for y/n’s wedding, as they shouldddd
alex_albon george looking fitty
⤷ username2363 galex rights!
liked by danielricciardo, lancestroll, and 100,633 others
heidiberger_ cutest weekend! many well wishes to my girl yourusername 🤍
username4 omg danny and heidi look SO good
yourusername love u!!! thanku my love 🤍
username3 this is frfr the wedding of the year
username99 scotty and blake were there?? y/n fr knows EVERYONE
⤷ username8 love how we’ve all collectively ignored that the groom also has family and friends 😭
danielricciardo 😫
liked by scottyjames31, chloestroll, and 187,828 others
daniel3.jpg the royal wedding p1
tagged yourusername, heidiberger_, scottyjames31
username3 heidi and daniel look so perfect 😭
username82 i’m sorry but how many outfit changes did y/n have?!? i love thoooo
yourusername so glad both ur girlfriend and boyfriend could attend
yourusername omg danny 🥹 these are so perfect
scottyjames31 looking fresh DR
username6 i want daniel3.jpg to photograph my wedding
username85 her wedding was literally a DREAM. like the venue, the guest list, the multiple dresses, DANNYRIC PHOTOGRAPHY
username64 the parasols 😍
lando.jpg all my photos turned out crap sorry yourusername
⤷ alex_albon yeah bc u were on the piss mate
⤷ yourusername it’s okay lan just glad u had fun
charles_leclerc thanku daniel.
⤷ daniel3.jpg oh charles don’t thank me yet. this is part 1…
⤷ charles_leclerc daniel.
⤷ daniel3.jpg i take bribes in the form of cash 😄
⤷ yourusername money badger frfr
⤷ username36 oh no what dirt does danny have on charles?!
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maxverstappen1 many congrats to the happy couple!
username92 even max was there?!
danielricciardo looking fitty maxxie
⤷ maxverstappen1 all for you
⤷ heidiberger_ i get the struggle now carmenmmundt lilymhe
username18 just max lookin this good for the wedding of the centuryyy
username74 losing lestappen but at least it’s to y/n
⤷ username14 ITS NOT CHARLES
yourusername thanku maxy 🩷
landonorris he’s laughing at my jokes here 😝😘
⤷ charles_leclerc *laughing at you
username16 IM SORRY BUT LIKE- charles doesn’t even follow max but he’s liked and commented….
liked by yourusername, carla.brocker, and 299,882 others
arthur_leclerc fiancé à marié 🤍
tagged yourusername, lorenzotl, leclerc_pascale, charles_leclerc, pierregasly
username84 so arthur was at the engagement…
⤷ username82 hmmm interesting
carla.brocker 🩷🩷
yourusername love uuu thurthur 🤍🤍
username80 just arthur posting for his brother’s wedding 😝
username73 the picture of the gasly and leclerc siblings with jules and tom IM SO SOFT
charles_leclerc mate where did you find that picture 😦 long time ago, great memories ❤️
username46 guys idk if u understand how crazy it was that he was at the engagement…
⤷ username55 is normal for friends and family to be there for the engagement
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carlossainz55 congrats to the happy couple!
tagged yourusername, landonorris
username18 by the tags you’d think y/n and lando got married 💀
landonorris hot
username7 carlos posting lando like they’re a couple LOL
yourusername grazie chilli 😘
charles_leclerc looking good mate 👌
username72 awww carlos was there as well 🥹
⤷ username46 obv had to be there for his teammates wedding
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landonorris don’t remember much 🍾🍾
tagged luisinhaoliveira99, yourusername
luisinhaoliveira99 🥰
username27 he cleans up NICE
username52 how drunk did he get? 💀
yourusername not surprised lan
carlossainz55 😍
alex_albon i remember everything…
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charlotte2304 🔔💐 love you yourusername
tagged carla.brocker
username8 ahhh leclerc wags at y/n’s wedding 🥰
lorenzotl ❤️
carla.brocker pretty 🩷
yourusername 🥹 love u love u love u 🥹
username26 y/n’s sister in laws…?
username3 stop being delulu
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isahernaez el amor está en el aire. espero que la vida de casados te trate bien, la ceremonia más bonita y me lo pasé genial jugando a decir sí al vestido! 🥂💒
translation: love is in the air. i hope married life treats you well, the most beautiful ceremony and i had a great time playing say yes to the dress!
tagged yourusername
username18 ahhh i love their friendship sm
username66 isa helped pick y/n’s dress 😭 y/n never beating those ferrari wags rumours
yourusername isa 😭 thanku for everything 🥹 i’m gonna cry
luisinhaoliveira99 sooo pretty!!
username7 her and y/n still being friends 🫂🫂
carlossainz55 😍
⤷ username55 🤨
charlottesiine isaaaa 🤩
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daniel3.jpg p2
tagged yourusername, landonorris, pierregasly, francisca.cgomes, charles_leclerc
username71 danny coming in w the content he knew we wanted
username14 pierre and kika 🥹
username35 omg ofc they all jumped in the pool. wouldn’t expect anything less from this bunch 😭
username82 omfg this looks so much fun
username27 lando getting litty 💀💀
⤷ username2 lmfao look at charles tho 😭
yourusername foolish of me to think these wouldn’t make the cut but at least none of mine are totally embarra 💀
username16 oh to get drunk and party at y/n’s wedding reception w the grid + the entire f1 community
username8 sorry i’m actually creasing at charles. this must be what he was talking abt on the other post lmfao.
charles_leclerc GIVE ME MY 50 BACK
⤷ lilymhe 50? daniel u do not know how to play the game
⤷ usernams74 did charles really expect 50€ to silence the money badger?
username81 oh charles was GONE gone
username72 y/n planned this so perfectly. making sure it was during summer break when the entire grid was off so they could get wasted without having to worry
scuderiaferrari what is our driver doing…? that’s just bc your so happy right charles… right?
⤷ charles_leclerc look away admin. look away 😔
⤷ daniel3.jpg drunk on happiness 🤣🤣
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lorenzotl nous vous avons vu grandir ensemble, maintenant vieillir ensemble.
translation: we watched you grow up together, now grow old together.
tagged yourusername, leclerc_pascale, charles_leclerc, pierregasly
username23 ummm does this mean what i think it means?!
username16 IM SORRY??? is lorenzo saying that y/n’s husband is CHARLES
username22 THIS IS HOW I WINNNNN. childhood friends to lovers EXCELLENCE
yourusername awww enzo 🥹
leclerc_pascale mes beaux enfants 🤍
arthur_leclerc oh 😒😒
⤷ yourusername youngest child struggles arth 🤷♀️😫
⤷ pierregasly sucks to suck
charles_leclerc oh putain how old we are!
username52 this is CRAZY like i’m so happy but i never thought this would become real
username91 going to SOB look at pascale fixing up y/n’s makeup 😭
⤷ username23 she watched her grow up and now she’s watching her marry her son 😭
username18 i still think that it’s not charles. like why would they hide that
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charles_leclerc my best friend is married 🤍 si fier 😘
tagged yourusername
username99 lol nvm
username87 i’m actually going to SOB
username2 damn i’m still rooting for them
username9 the pic of him y/n and pierre OH IM GONNA CRY
yourusername ❤️
username7 WHY LORENZO WHY DID U TEASE US LIKE THAT?? MAKING US BELIEVE IT WAS CHARLES.
⤷ username86 he’s delulu like us
⤷ username72 he’s still manifesting. biggest y/n charles shipper.
username16 waiting for him to say ‘to me’ 😭 PLEASE
pierregasly mate how long ago was that 😮💨
username91 charles and that damn 😘 emoji
username74 i can feel the pining and yearning from here
username62 i just know mans is going thru it. he has had the fattest most obvious crush on her foreverrrr.
username43 dc what anyone says. this doesn’t mean anything. like this could still be a husband posting his wife.
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pierregasly félicitations ma petite. celebrating my best friends tonight!
tagged yourusername, francisca.cgomes, charles_leclerc, arthurleclerc, lorenzotl
username37 i’m gonna sob. their relationship is so special to me.
username14 the pic of them dancing 😭😭
username01 best brother sister duo
username16 ‘celebrating my best friends’ hmmmm ur not slick pierre
⤷ username92 or he’s just best friends w her husband. charles isn’t his only best friend.
yourusername pierre 🥹🥹
username81 IM SORRY BUT THE LAST PIC COME ON
username36 im not one to feed into rumours but like why would lorenzo, arthur, pierre, AND charles include baby pics of all of them if it’s not y/n and charles
⤷ username63 y/n is practically family to the leclerc. they grew up w her. she’s like they’re sister.
⤷ username36 see id get that but why would pierre include a baby pic of all of them instead of just him and y/n. like it’s y/n’s wedding and he’s her sister. what does that have to do w the leclercs.
⤷ username16 RIGHT like i get if the leclercs just did that but pierre also including it and tagging the leclercs… like they’re joining families idk man
username91 i’m totally not crying abt the baby pic of y/n and then the pic of her at her wedding holding her cousin’s baby
username27 i’m sorry pierre but i could recognise that jaw from a mile away
username72 all these people saying it’s charles. r u forgetting his post where he said his BEST FRIEND is married???
⤷ username46 people can like yk lie
⤷ username16 he said his best friend is married. he could mean married to him?
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yourusername a fairytale 💒
username73 her wedding was a literal fairytale
username27 the shoes 😲 jaw dropped
username86 eating up every piece of content from this wedding. especially any of y/n and her husband 😩
lilymhe my princess 🥹
⤷ yourusername loml iloveuiloveiloveu thanku sm for everything and all of ur help lils
username92 those flower girls look so cute 😭
pierregasly nuit émouvante petit. tellement heureux pour vous deux.
⤷ yourusername je t’aime
francisca.cgomes best night ever linda ✨✨
carlossainz55 so happy for the both of you 👏👏
arthur_leclerc no one deserves it more ❤️
⤷ yourusername mon petit frère 🥺
charles_leclerc ma meilleure pote
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PART 2 | AFTER FIVE YEARS
Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Reader
Summary: Carlos Sainz finally met his son he had with her ex-wife, Y/N.
Warning: None
AN: We are still getting there guys. I'll update as soon as I can. Please bear with me. You can comment down so I can tag you for the next part. I hope you like this one. Love youuuu!
Cael faced Carlos. He said thank you and gave him his sweetest smile. The smile that he actually got from him. Yes, Cael is a spitting image of his father. He is indeed Carlos mini-me which you think is unfair as you are the one, who carried him for months and took care of him for years.
Looking at Carlos standing in front of you is making your world stop. Your shoes become glued, refusing to move your feet out of the ground and an immense silence dampens your ears. And the moment you met his eyes, your mind started to tell you to run but your body is casually betraying you. All of this made you rethink your decision to come back here.
Fate must be joking with me and this is not very funny.
“Mama, can I still get an ice cream?” Cael said, interrupting your train of thoughts. Your eyes move to your son.
Thank you baby, I think your ice cream will save us right now.
You smiled and gave him a nod of approval. You swiftly reached out for his hand and made a move. Years have passed and you thought you were completely healed and had the strength to face him again. But now that he is here, you realize that your wounds are still fresh.
Cael, get Mama out of here. Please, I'm still not ready for this. Not yet.
You didn't even say thank you to Carlos for returning your son safely in your arms. But before you can even walk away from him. Carlos called out for Cael, which made your son stop and look back at him.
“Wait Cael,” Carlos said and started walking towards you two.
What the hell? Get away from me. I mean from us.
He knelt down to talk to Cael. He is just a few inches away from you, talking with your son, with his son. You stand frozen beside Cael not knowing what to do. You are just trying to read what Carlos is trying to do and what's going on in his mind right now.
“I think I'm also craving ice cream. Can I come with you bud?” Carlos asked, not breaking eye contact with Cael.
Lies. You don't like ice cream Carlos. You are not fond of it. What are you even thinking right now? How can you stay so calm when I am literally about to faint here?
You saw how Cael’s face lit up. That glow in his eyes and that smile in his face, you knew he wanted Carlos to come with you two. No doubt about it you know Cael's expression very much.
“Mama, can he come with us?” Cael said looking up to you, waiting for your response. Carlos also looked at you.
“Mama please,” and there goes Cael giving you his puppy eyes. And Carlos smiling beside him is not helping the situation. You never know that Cael and Carlos combo is something you cannot resist.
“Okay, fine. He can come with us,” you gave in and rolled your eyes. Cael gave Carlos a high five before giggling with each other.
What is going on, seriously? How come these two get along so much when they just met? What on Earth is happening?
Carlos lifted Cael and carried him. Your jaw dropped but immediately brushed it off. You two walk side-by-side towards the ice cream stall. And it is the longest walk you have taken in your entire life. You can't help but wonder why Carlos is not asking you anything.
You bought two chocolate ice creams for the boys. Meanwhile, you got a pistachio ice cream for yourself. You didn't even want an ice cream in the first place but you needed something to do to lessen how awkward you feel about this whole situation. The three of you sat on the bench near the ice cream stall.
“Mama, what's the flavor you got?” Cael curiously asked while looking at what's on your hand.
“It's called pistachio ice cream, honey. Do you want to try it?” You asked Cael who is now sitting on Carlos lap. You try to focus on your son avoiding Carlos.
He is invisible, he is not here and he is not real.
Cael nodded and gave your ice cream a try. His face immediately wrinkled which made Carlos laugh.
“You didn't like it?” Carlos asked while wiping some of the ice cream at the corner of Cael's lips.
“It doesn't taste good, Mama. Chocolate is better,” Cael said after gulping the remaining pistachio in his mouth. You just laugh at your son's reaction.
You sat there awkwardly until you finished the ice cream. All this time you were munching the pistachio that you got, avoiding having conversation with Carlos. Fortunately, he is also not talking to you and just focused on Cael on his lap. They are casually teasing each other, giggling beside you. You are still puzzled why he is just enjoying the moment and not confronting you. You know he definitely has a clue on what's going on and you can notice that.
After having ice cream, Cael and Carlos decided to play tag. You have never seen Cael this happy. This view feels so wrong but feels right at the same time. It feels so wrong that that the boys have to meet this way. But it feels so right that they are finally having fun with each other.
The sky changes into its orange hue. Carlos offers to drive you two to where you are staying here in Madrid. You didn't refuse because you were too exhausted to even grab a cab.
“Where are you two staying?” These are the first words that he said to you. After five years of not seeing each other this is where you start your conversation.
“In a nearby Airbnb,” you bluntly replied.
As you entered his car, his scent started intoxicating you. It is still the same. This scent once felt like home but not anymore or as you make yourself believe it was not anymore.
The drive to your place was still awkward. You were in the passenger seat with Cael who is constantly asking you questions about what he is seeing on the road. And you can tell that Carlos is checking on you two in his rear-mirror.
“What was your name again?” Cael blurted out of nowhere while leaning to Carlos at the driver seat.
Wait, what Cael? Baby, you two played together and you didn't even know his name! Now it makes sense to me how you didn't even insist that he is your Papa immediately after he told you that maybe he just looks like him. Cael, I think I should remind you more about not talking to strangers, honey.
“You can call me Uncle Chilli,” You raised an eyebrow on what he just said.
Uncle Chilli, huh?
“Okay, Uncle Chilli,” Cael said giggling. You can see that he finds his name silly.
After almost an hour's drive, you finally arrived at your place. You immediately get out of his car with Cael. Carlos followed you two at the doorstep. You then opened the door and let Cael go in first.
“I think we need to talk,” Carlos said.
“Yes. We need to. That's I'm here,”
I'm calling all the angels and saints, the Avengers, and even Power Rangers. Please give me the strength to talk to this man.
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Hii!
Can I please ask for an angsty fic with Max, where the reader defends him from Jos after not finishing his race in Melbourne...idk if you remember when Max kept his helmet for four hours after a race because he was afraid of what Jos would have done to him after not winning...and the reader basically tells Jos to get lost even if she's like 5'4 and definitely not as intimidating as them both lol.
And then maybe after the win in Suzuka, they "reconcile" but she still reminds him to act right around her boyfriend, who's now a man and not a little boy he could pressure like he once did.
Sorry if it's too long!! Thanks for taking your time and reading my request!
Guard Dog
Pairing: Max x Reader
Summary: You are sick and tired of watching Max take Jos' shit
TW: verbal abuse
A/n: thank you soooo much for the rec, I love writing these out so much <3
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"Maxie... are you okay?" you wait patiently by the door to his driver's room, careful not to barge in like Jos would, as you have for the past year since you first witnessed Jos' beratement of his son. He is sitting on the couch with his helmet between his hands. The fire causing an unpleasant start to the race, and you are just glad you got here first.
"I'm okay," his voice cracks and you step into the room, closing the door behind you. "I know it wasn't my fault, but I can't help but feel like it was my fault," Max looks in your eyes, the fire brewing behind them. You were genuinely the sweetest girl he's ever met, and to get you mad took a lot. God help you if Jos shows up, you are tired of Max feeling bad even when he podiums.
"You're right, you didn't do anything wrong, the car failed you today," you stay calm, sitting beside him and cuddling into him. Max stays quiet, enjoying your warmth, and decompressing from the start. He can understand why the fans were so happy to see him lose, in fact, if he wasn't himself, he would join them. No, the fear of his father is what has him on edge. Rightfully so, because a few seconds later the door is slammed open again.
"Max, what the hell did you-" Jos starts and you launch yourself off the couch. Jos and Max were big guys, and you were average height for a woman, 5'6 or so, but you didn't seem like it in that moment.
"Shut the hell up and leave. You have nothing useful to say and you are going to shift blame to Max who had NO fault in the DNF," you snarl, setting yourself up as a barrier between the two, Jos still in the doorway and Max on the couch.
"Girl, I don't know who you think you are, but I am Max's father, and I can-," You cut Jos off before he can continue.
"No, you aren't his father. A father doesn't talk to his son like that, you are simply a man who shares the same last name as Max. A father is someone like Carlos Sainz Sr or Lawrence Stroll. No, you are a man- sorry a boy in a man's body- who can't cope with the fact that he doesn't race anymore and wants the man who shares the same last name with him to be impossibly perfect and win every single race, even when the car breaks down." You sneer at the man. "You need to leave, before I call security and make them remove you," you don't back down, instead you step closer. Max watches in both awe and fear.
"I-"
"Leave, Jos, now. Don't make me repeat myself," you say, practically slamming the door behind him. You turn around and look at Max, seemingly calm and normal. He looks at you bewildered.
"That was the sexiest thing ever. Thank you, Schatje, you didn't have to do that," Max hugs you, a large weight off of his shoulders.
"Of course I did, who else will be your guard dog?" You smile at him, squeezing him tighter. "Now, get changed and get back to the garage," you tell Max, stepping out to the room. You let out a deep breath, surprised with how you treated Jos and stood up for Max. A couple minutes later, Max rejoins you, quickly stopping inside hospitality for a snack.
The two of you avoid Jos, going extremely low contact, not that he was trying to. Jos would never admit it, but he was embarrassed at how you spoke to him, and his retreat allowed him to ignore it. Instead, you and Max enjoyed your time together in Japan. The both of you were aware Jos was there, but chose to ignore it. After Max won, Jos warily approached the two of you.
"I wanted to congratulate you on winning. You drove well," Jos says stiffly, silently calling for a truce. You let Max take the lead on the conversation.
"Thank you," he says, feeling like a little boy again, but accepting the temporary truce.
"It was good seeing you Jos, but we need to go," you interject, sensing the still tense atmosphere. The older man, still a little scared of you despite your sweet demeanor, lets you go, not quite willing to cross you again.
"Love you, Maxie"
"Love you too, Schatje,"
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🐍 Track 2 - . . . Ready for It?
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Logan had a new phone. And for the first time in a while, it felt nice to just be disconnected from the world for a bit. The people who truly mattered had his phone number. His Instagram had been wiped, along with every other social media. The American had gone dark.
And apparently you had done the same thing.
His parents and brother knew where he would be, just in case for emergencies. However, he asked them to not text much. He needed time away, well, away from the current grid. It hurt him, seeing how supportive everyone was with Theo. No one had ever congratulated him when he first got signed. Hell, even Oscar hadn’t known right away, claiming he had forgotten.
Of course, he had given you his new number because you’d be the only person he previously knew that he’d still be in contact with. You also gave Logan you’re new number, having similar ideas to your friend.
Well, he had given George his new number. The Briton had texted his old number in a panic-like manner when Logan deactivated everything. Under a temporary contract, Logan wasn’t legally allowed to tell George anything except that he was safe and needed time away.
The brunet was not happy with that, but he let Logan know that if he needed anything, he would come running. A bit of happiness let itself seep into Logan’s heart, thankful for the Mercedes driver’s friendship.
When he had read the email after the social media posts went up, his mind blanked.
What did Andretti want with him? A washed-out jobless nobody. He believes they should have been looking at someone like Carlos or even Ollie, who was making good times in F2 car. It had to be anyone but him.
So why was it him?
He had been about to call you when you had first facetimed him on his laptop. He couldn’t even get words about before you started screeching. Logan chuckled as you went on a rant, as this could be their big break. His silence had given you a look into how he was truly feeling.
Your voice had quieted down on the device.
“You’re going to take the offer right?”
Logan winced at your tone, which gave you the information you needed. You rolled your eyes as you sat on your bed.
“Logan, we were just dropped by two teams that didn’t even want us. They pushed us away like we were nothing. And now, there’s a team with top potential that truly wants us, and you don’t want to take the opportunity?”
The American boy sighed. You had a point.
“I’m just scared that I’m going to get there, and then make a fool out of myself. Then Michael is going to see how truly bad of a driver I am,” he hugged out.
You could hear the fear in his voice, and it devastated you. Where did your confident and smiley boy go? Williams would pay for it, one way or another.
You were hesitant to say something.
“Logan, even if our times aren’t what we’re wanting at first, Michael said that we will get better. He’s sent my manager some data and it looks like we are scarily similar with our driving styles. Logan, the car is going to be made for us. Michael made sure that I knew that we’d have a chance, because I’m not driving if you’re not. Together or nothing, we come as a package.”
Logan sat up quickly off his bed. He glared at you through his laptop.
“You did not just quote Charles Leclerc to me.”
“And what if I did?”
“No, you can’t give this offer up if I don’t drive.”
You glared back at him, although you had a smile.
“It’s either both of us, or none of us. I’m tired of never seeing you, and you need a friend you can count on. I’m sorry to say but Oscar has done a very shit job of being your friend. I’d say that George is a better friend than him.”
Logan sighed. “No, you’re right. It’s just hard to accept that.”
Your smile dropped a bit.
“Logan, he was supposed to be your friend and then he dropped you. Everyone had dropped you so many times and you’ve been the one to pick yourself back up. But now, you’ve been dropped a final time, yet someone wants to be the first to help you back up, to clean your wounds, and to heal you. And now you don’t even want that?”
You had a point.
Like always.
“Your words never seem to fail me woman.”
“That’s because men are the inferior being.”
Logan snorted.
“Will I see you in Milan next week?” you asked with hopeful eyes. Logan could see the glimmer that shined in them. He didn’t want to be the person to damped that.
“I will see you in Milan.”
The first thing that popped into Logan’s mind when he got to the base was “Holy Shit.”
The building was massive as he walked through the giant doors. He really thought that this was a movie set with how grand it was. Surely this couldn’t it? Maybe he had the wrong address.
“Mr. Sargeant?”
Or maybe he did. His body turned to the lady standing near the front desk. He showed a smile that was definitely a tad too wide and showed too many teeth. Thankfully the lady didn’t show any malice as she sweetly grinned at the blond.
“Yes ma’am. That’s me.”
Always the good southern-hospitality manners with him.
“I’m glad you could make it. If you’d follow me, Michael is waiting in his office for you.”
Logan breathed a sigh of relief when he finally knew that he didn’t have to circumnavigate the entirety of the building.
The air was fresh as he walked behind the lady, who he now knew as Marissa Andretti, Michael’s sister and Head of Directors. Her own American accent was like a comforting blanket to Logan. Gosh, did he miss hearing a familiar voice to his own during 2023.
The one voice he couldn’t wait to hear was your own. He knew he’d be safe once he heard the lisps of a Southern draw when you talked. The slurred vowels and the biting consonants would be music to his ears.
“How have you liked the simulator and the data so far?” Marissa asked as she led Logan down yet another hallway. How big was this building and were they leading him to his death?
Yet, despite his concerns, Logan was very happy with the results.
“The car is already so fast. It’s like it’s just an extension of me instead of working against me. It feels so right.”
Technically, Logan had been on the first plane to Milan to start testing, as his own anxiety wouldn’t let him wait until the week was up. You had your own simulator back in the States, so you did your testing there. Logan had been back in London when the email came, and his set up was not going to function with the high tech that Andretti needed.
Marissa smiled over her shoulder. “Good, that is exactly what we are wanting to hear.”
Finally, she stopped in front of a door that had a giant-ass A on the front. Logan wanted to laugh at the cinematics. Surely, this was a movie and he was going to be the main character. Marissa pushed a button and the door slowly swung open.
Logan’s smile grew once he saw you in one of the very plush seats in front of the desk. You immediately stood up and jumped into his arms. He breathed deeply and all weight slowly melted from his body. It had been so long since he had gotten to hug you, hold you, feel you.
When you pulled away, you had a blinding smile on your face.
“Glad to see you here Logs.”
His nose scrunched at the old nickname.
“I don’t think you’ve called me that since we were 12, Y/n.”
You huffed.
“Fine, no nickname for you.”
“I take it back. I ban you from calling me Logan.”
“Isn’t that your name?”
“No?”
“Logs!”
“Ah there it is!”
A cough signaled to Logan that they weren’t actually alone. He sheepishly turned around to face the man who, hopefully after this meeting, would be his boss for a couple of years. Logan turned his full body towards the desk and stepped with his hand outstretched.
Michael had a knowing smile as he shook Logan’s hand.
“I am so sorry sir, I didn’t even realize that you were already here, and I haven’t seen her in a while, and it’s so good to just here the accents because the grid is entirely too European and Asian, sometimes I couldn’t even understand them, and…”
Michael put his hands on Logan’s shoulders.
“It’s just fine kid. I totally get you.”
Logan visibly relaxed under Michael’s hands.
“Now, why don’t you sit down and we can start talking contracts.”
Logan lit up at the word.
“Contracts?”
You gave him a smirk.
“Yes Logs, contracts.”
Logan felt as though he couldn’t breathe. But this time, it was with excitement and not dread. His butt quickly found the seat next to yours. Marissa left the room with promises of coming back with celebratory drinks.
Michael pulled out two small stacks of paper before he started speaking.
“So, I’ve talked with both of your managers and we’ve come up with a contract. You two can look over it as I read the big details. The finer print is stuff that you both have already previously gone over, but you are still encouraged to look over it one final time.”
You and Logan had the same exact papers.
In the initial emailing process, the two of you had voiced that you were a packaged deal. Logan was surprised to see that Michael had said that he wouldn’t want it any other way and was glad to possibly not have to deal with drivers hating each other. Logan thought anything would be better than Brocedes 2016.
You looked down at the words as Michael read them out loud.
“Ok, so in the contract, the two of you will be signed until 2027. There is an exit clause in section C, but we are not allowed to terminate prior to 2027. The two of you will be granted ambassadorship with whatever sponsors we’ve received. The sponsorships are in section E and it gives a rundown of each one and what they will be contributing to the team.
“Per secrecy of wanting to keep the identities secret until we reach the grid for testing, the two of you will go under pseudonyms.”
You raised an eyebrow.
“Like a call sign?”
Marissa flashed a wicked grin.
“Exactly like a call sign.”
You continued, “Do we get to come up with them?”
Michael clasped his hands. “So we thought that Y/n could go by Phoenix and then Logan would go Venus.”
Your eyes widened as you took in the name. Wasn’t too bad, you thought.
Logan let out a sigh of relief. “At least it’s not like Eagle or something. That would be super obvious.”
The boss-man chuckled before he looked back down at the contract.
“Since the two of you did not specify a salary, we took the liberty to come up with one ourselves. But please feel free to mention what you’d like and we can always raise it. We also liked to put in that for every point scored, the two of you get a bonus as a little incentive. The salary will not be dropped no matter if points are scored or not. Think of it as a baseline.”
Michael chuckled as he watched yours and Logan’s eyes drastically widen at the sight of the eight digits before the decimal. Logan gulped at the sight.
“Michael, I think you added too many zeros.”
“I think I didn’t add enough.”
Logan couldn’t respond.
You looked up from the paper to Michael. “I think it’s high enough.”
The goateed-man smiled back at you and continued.
“I’ve seen the skills parts on your resumes and thankfully the two of you do not need to learn Italian from scratch. I don’t even know when the two of you had time to learn it, but thankfully it is not required in meetings or in the garage.”
Logan smirked as he looked at the words.
“What’s the fun in that? We can have secret conversations with ourselves.”
You tapped his shoulder.
“Except Ferrari will know and maybe Lewis.”
“I’ll have my Duolingo account at the ready.”
Michael watched as the two of you pored over the papers and bickered like an old married couple. He and Marissa already had a bet going to see when the two of you would get together. But, you didn’t need to know that.
“I digress. You can speak in Italian if you want to. The next couple of sections are just PR related. The two of you wanted to bring you own teams in, which is fine. I’ve sent emails and meeting times to each of them and have been replied to. All is in motion. Logan, you mentioned something to me once about your personal trainer leaving?”
A sigh left his lips at the mention of Benny. He really didn’t want anyone else. He slowly nodded.
“He had to leave to be with his family. Williams wasn’t the most accommodating and he was told that he had to be at every race. Normally I didn’t even need him until race day. He’d miss so much time with his family because of traveling and things like that.”
“Well, I think we have you covered.”
Logan looked back down at the paper. A small gasp left his lips.
Ben Jacobs was written in black ink under “Personal Trainer.”
“How?”
Michael smiled.
“It took some convincing, but he said he’d come back for you. Of course, Ben will be highly compensated to return after he said he wouldn’t. His family will also be accommodated for any race that they’d like to attend and Ben can show up however late he needs. His leave will also be paid time as well.”
Logan could kiss the man if he could. Tears pooled in his eyes and he could only manage a small thank you. Your hand rested on his shoulder in comfort. He just couldn’t wait to see him again.
“Looks like that is everything. Are you two ready to sign?”
Yours and Logan’s heads nodded eagerly as pens were uncapped. There was light scratching for a few moments as you filled out the needed information on the multiple sheets of paper. Once everything was completed, you let out a sigh of relief. You and Logan could finally do this.
Marissa showed up at the right moments with a few different beverages. You took one of the iced americanos, claiming that Italian espresso was, in fact, the best kind. Logan surprised you as he took a mimosa.
He side-eyed you.
“It’s freshly squeezed orange juice and you cannot go wrong with it. It’s a classic.”
You held you drink up and your other hand in mock surrender.
Michael took a black coffee and sipped it.
“Now, onto the fun stuff.”
Your eyebrows pinched. “Fun stuff?”
Michael smirked before pulling up a projector that was attached to his laptop. He started to click through the slides.
“First, the car.”
On the slide was a sleek yellow and black livery. The black really highlighted the tamer yellow.
Michael pointed at it.
“This is our 2024 livery. We designed it awhile back, but it’s finally going to be used.”
You let out a whistle as a video played the engine noise. To you, it sounded fast. You had been able to do a few laps with an actual car to get the feel of it since IndyCar were so much different. Michael claimed though that you were a natural in the car, being able to command it to what you needed it to do. Logan was quite the same.
The next slide showed multiple models of Lamborghinis. With it came a smirk from the sister and brother pair.
Logan looked at them.
“I don’t know whether to be excited about the smirks or nervous.”
Marissa was the one to pull up something on her personal iPad. She showed the official Lamborghini website.
“Because the two of you will now technically ambassadors for Lambo as well, you two need to pick out what models the two of you would like to own. For now, we can start with one, but Tonino wanted his drivers to start a small collection.”
You made her pause.
“Tonino, as in, Tonino Lamborghini?”
Marissa sent a gentle smile to calm you down.
“Yes. Mr. Tonino will be at quite a few races to watch. He has mentioned wanting to see Ferrari fail, but our data is saying that although we look promising, there’s not guarantee.”
Logan exhaled sharply.
“No pressure right?”
Michael leaned forward over the desk.
“Listen to me Logan. You have been with a team that has now destroyed every bit of self-confidence. Mr. Tonino is actually the one who put your name on my radar. If you’re good enough for him, you need to believe that you’re good enough for everyone else.”
Logan was taken back. Mr. Tonino was the one to bring him up? He felt honored in a good way. A nod of his head let Michael and Marissa know that they could continue. Logan turned your way, only to find you already smiling at him. He hoped that he could always be on the receiving end of that smile.
Marissa continued where she left off.
“Just look over the models and customize it however you’d like. We’ll get it sent to the factory to be made in time for the first race in Bahrain. These cars will be shipped along with our supplies so you can always have them.”
You smirked. “I’ve always wanted a black Lamborghini Aventador.”
Logan turned to Marissa. “I’d love a black Lamborghini Huracan.”
A smile grew on your face. “Aw, Logan. We’ll get matching Lambos.”
Logan thought that if you had been an emoji, you’d be the one with the big teary eyes and a pout. Marissa looked pleased at the requests for the different models.
You raised your hand. “Do we need to start looking for places to stay here in Milan?”
Michael lifted his eyebrows.
“You don’t actually. Between races, the two of you are more than welcome to either go home or adventure somewhere. We will let you know when it is crucial to come back here to do some testing. Housing is provided when you need to be here. There are multiple estates that can be used on bought property.”
You and Logan definitely liked the sound of that. Maybe you could stay in close villas or something. Or maybe in the same place as you tended to get lonely. That’s what being pushed out of everything does to someone in a year. You can’t remember the last time that you were invited to do something with the team, always retreating to your small hotel room after a race. You feel as though Logan might feel the same.
Michael moved to the next slide, showing the race suits.
“These are the suits for the season. Black or white fireproofs will go well with them. Helmets are up to the two of you. You will need on standard for some races and then you can choose what races you want fun ones to be. Miami, Austin, Las Vegas, and Imola are going to be considered our home races.”
“What about Monza?” Logan questioned.
Michael had a glint in his eyes.
“That will forever belong to the Tifosi I’m afraid.”
You decided to pipe up.
“Or Charles Leclerc. I feel like wherever he goes, the Tifosi goes with him. You make him trade teams, the Italians will follow him.”
Logan shot you a teasing look.
“You always have to bring him up in one way or another.”
You shrugged.
“He’s a good driver. Let’s not bring up that you’re such a fanboy for Max Verstappen of all people.”
Logan’s torso shifted.
“It’s not every day that one beats Sir Lewis Hamilton and take away his 8th championship!”
Laughs erupted from Michael and Marissa, making you and Logan pause. You cleared your throat.
“Sorry, please continue.”
Michael went a bit further with the slides, going over compatible data to the car. He went over sponsors and things like that before he finally leaned back into his chair.
“Are we able to drive the cars today?”
Much like you were, Logan was itching to be back behind the wheel. And hopefully, the wheel belonged to a reliable car.
Michael stood from where he sat, making you and Logan also rise to your feet.
“I’d thought you’d never ask,” he said, making his way to the door. When the two of you didn’t follow, he turned back around.
“Are you ready for it?”
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Lamborghini_racing Are you ready for it?
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l4mbo.child a hello or how are you doing WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE
f1_fan I fear they have gagged the entire grid with this
ferrariforza damn, I thought we had the best livery - sorry kings 👑
lambo_drivers all I'm asking is who is going to be driving this beast?
lo-girlies do I even utter his name in fear that it might not happen?
y/nfan or even utter her name?
thepaddock_person who 🤨
childofF1 I'll say it - LOGAN AND Y/N FOR LAMBO 2024
box_box_express the paint, the yellow, the black, the lighting, THE EVERYTHING
taylorswiftxf1 I see the admin is a Taylor fan??
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phoenix95 baby let the games begin
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4theF1_girlies EXCUSE MEEEEEEE
driver95 ayo - we got the Lightning McQueen number with a queen
lambo_duo oh gosh I hope I live to see the day that they reveal their drivers
venus2 looking snazzy 😎
phoenix95 no one ever says that anymore
venus2 🥺
phoenix95 fine...thank you
venus2 🥰
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lambo_child the Aventador is such a slay 💅
lambof1 I wonder if they have like matching cars with their contracts
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lambof1 I THINK I CALLED IT?? THE MATCHING BLACK CARS
pitstop_nightmare I'M SORRY FERRARI BUT THIS IS TOO SEXY
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phoenix95 ...I was talking about the car?
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The Spaniard's Wife (Carlos Sainz x wife!reader)
Inspired by @charles-eclair16 's fic
Carlos Sainz had a secret for the past 9 years, but when he forgot to take off the one thing that can reveal everything, everyone has questions
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in which Carlos let's everyone know that the rumors, in fact, are true
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N.B: didn't turn out how I wanted but I've been rewriting it multiple times and I think this is the best option, hope you like it...WARNINGS: swear words a lot, not proof read, spelling mistakes and really bad photoshop tbh, if I missed anything please let me know!
Faceclaim: Emeraude Toubia
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Carlossainz55: my wife and I have been friends for 20 years, we have been lovers for 13 of those years, engaged for 2 and married for 9. I have never been sure of much, but I am sure that I love her with my entire heart, I will always love her. I have known yn since before I could even dream of being an f1 driver, what happened in that one interview was disrespectful and just disgusting. No one has any right to speak any ill word of my wife, you don't know her and you never will, as long as she doesn't want you to. I will do everything for her, for her happiness, her comfort and for her ease of mind.
landonorris: tell yn I miss her!
Carlossainz55: leave her alone
landonorris: I'll tell her that you're rude to me
Carlossainz55: she's my wife!
landonorris: yeah yeah, you never let us forget it
username: yn been here since day 0 apparently, can't fight her now
username: YES!! CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS!
username: I want dts to make a reincarnation of their love story
username: we need a spinoff
username: yes! It'd be so cute
username: I can't imagine 16 year old carlos realising he is in love with his friend
username: she is every man's wet dream
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username: she looks so pretty wtf
username: she's looks like a doll
username: wish i looked like that at 20 years old
username: her dress is phenomenal
username: this screams money
username: 2 different cars for a wedding
username: the third slide, holy shit
username: I wouldn't be surprised if the last 2 pictures are carlos' or her house, like holy fuck
username: both scream rich
username: mum used to say rich people look it and I never gave it much thought until I saw carlos sainz and now his wife
username: did y'all see the picture that one twitter user took? Their outfits looked so fucking good
username: YES! I SAW IT! I could never afford a thread on either outfit!
username: did you guys see her hair! It looks so thick and healthy
username: fr!
username: I want a wedding like that!
username: I want a husband like that!
username: I want a wife like that!
username: I love how he is not in one single picture 💀😂
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Carlossainz55: 10 years since i was able to call you wife, and I will never get tired of letting everyone know that. I am in love with you, forever and always.
Charles_leclerc: simp
Carlossainz55: I don't know what that means
landonorris: ikr, it's laughable man @.Charles_leclerc
Charles_leclerc: don't pretend like you're not the same with your girl @.landonorris
username: damn charles really coming for everyone's neck today
username: bet charles is the biggest simp of them
username: he really making us feel lonely as hell huh
username: 10 fucking years, Holy shit!
username: no cause if I had yn by my side I too would be in fucking love
username: don't embarrass yourself, everyone knows you're in love without her by your side
username: I didn't ask to be attacked like that wtf
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mi corazón mi alma mi amor !!!
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which their relationship is finally in the light.
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for when you find your soulmate. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚
social media au // carlos sainz x fem!reader
warnings - language
author's note - pretty big carlos fic coming soon!! i hope u like it, thank you for reading, i love you <3
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yourusername usually i don't like men but this one is ok
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username MOTHER?????
username NAHHH NOT MY WIFE TRYING TO SOFT LAUNCH A MAN
username the way i gasped and fell to the floor
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carmenmmundt missing you sweetheart 🫶🏼
-> yourusername u NEED to come and see me rn ❤️🩹
username it's one of the drivers i SWEAR
-> username nah bc nando would actually go crazy like
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carlossainz55 dias de verano y amor ( summer days and love )
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username HELP THE SECOND PICTURE????
username hahahahahaha im SO normAl aboUt thIs sO normal
username god i am not your strongest soldier
username my parasocial relationship 💔💔💔
charles_leclerc hope you're both having fun!!
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username not to alarm anyone but that looks suspiciously like y/n alonso
-> username who
-> username y/n alonso????? founder of aesthete the brand????? fernando alonso's daughter????
-> username who asked
-> username damn leave my wife and our parasocial relationship alone y'all
landonorris tell her that her cat hates me
-> carlossainz55 tell her yourself???
-> landonorris can't bc i've been blocked since the day i called her cat "whatever pandora let out of her box"
-> carlossainz55 she says that she hopes that casserole bites you
-> landonorris wow.
-> username ISN'T Y/N'S CAT NAMED CASSEROLE????
-> username CARLOS EXPLAIN YOURSELF
-> username im just gonna ignore this for the sake of my sanity!
username not carlos exposing their relationship in the comments omg 😭😭😭
username somewhere right now a grandpa is pulling out his car to run over carlos
yourusername i like the view
-> carlossainz55 you did huh??
-> yourusername yeah the sea's pretty cool!!
username they're in love my lord
username not a driver snatching my girlfriend like the fuck.
fernandoalo_official carlos call me right now.
-> carlossainz55 uh
-> yourusername this is so funny
-> fernandoalo_official both of you actually, i'm setting up a zoom meeting.
username NOT A ZOOM MEETING TAKING PLACE
username NANDO'S ABOUT TO SQUARE UP WITH CARLOS OMG
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paddock.club formula one driver, carlos sainz jr. and y/n alonso, businesswoman, activist, philanthropist and model spark dating rumor after being seen together in monte carlo. these two were seen on alonso's yacht along with a few of their close friends including charles leclerc, pierre gasly, kika gomes and others. this is not the first time rumours flew about the pair as at the starting to this year's season, y/n was seen at the ferrari garage, a change from her usual spot with aston martin. we wonder what fernando alonso, y/n's father and a fellow driver of carlos thinks about this pair. click on the link in our bio to know everything we know about their relationship.
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username OH MY GOD
username no bc they'd be so cute together
username y/n lives to give her dad grey hairs and i love her for that
username im already in love with them hello????
username no bc the way they both talk about each other
-> username "he's like such a nice person that you can't help but feel comfortable around him and he's always making you laugh and making you smile and he can make your day better by just his presence and i love that about him"
-> username "she's like this ray this sunlight that everyone desperately needs, she's everything and im so grateful to know her cause she's truly a blessing"
username THEY'RE SO PRETTY
username alr sainz me and u mcdonald's parking lot. u need to pay for stealing my wife
username i would give ANYTHING to know of nando's reaction to this omg
username quick! everyone act shocked!
username we been knew 🥱🙄
username nando on a mission to kill carlos after seeing this like
username IM CRYING THEY'RE SO PARENTS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
username gone died dead deceased six feet under decomposed decaying
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yourusername mi corazón mi alma mi amor ( my heart my soul my love )
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username OH MY GOD
username i mean we knew but OSHAHAJAJAHAKA
username THE CAPTION IM DEAD.
username MY HEART MY SOUL MY LOVE
lewishamilton so glad the secret's out!! so happy for you guys 🤍🤍🤍
-> yourusername we love u lewis 🤍🤍🤍
username RUE WHEN WAS THIS ⁉️⁉️⁉️
username idk who to be more jealous of
charles_leclerc get a room
-> yourusername we ARE in a room and ur on the couch sir please move
-> username not charles being in their room 😭😭😭😭
username i need nando's reaction to this
username no bc the way im scared for carlos like
fernandoalo_official happy for you both ❤️ but tell carlos to remember what we talked about on zoom
-> yourusername im pretty sure u traumatized my bf
-> carlossainz55 i will never be recovering
-> username I CAN'T GET OVER THE FACT THAT NANDO SET UP A ZOOM MEETING FOR HIM AND THESE TWO
username my man really wifed up the only daughter of a fellow driver and then exposed their relationship and i respect that so much
lilymhe he better not be taking you away from me
-> yourusername im always yours gf
-> carlossainz55 oh
-> alex_albon well this is awkward!
username the caption has me on the floor and sobbing and crying my heart out
username HER INTERVIEW YESTERDAY WAS SO CUTE I DIED
-> username OH MY GOD I MISSED THAT WHAT HAPPENED
-> username basically the interviewer asked about her relationship status and instead of confirming or denying anything she just said "im in my happy place with someone who makes me the happiest and that's all i could ever ask for"
-> username STOP OH MY GOD
carlossainz55 el más afortunado de ser amado por ti ( the luckiest to be loved by you )
-> yourusername eres dueño de mi corazón ( you own my heart )
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carlossainz55 yes she stole my pancakes but it's okay cause she's REALLY beautiful
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username the way BOTH of my parasocial relationships are in shambles rn like
username need someone to be my bf rn i swear i'll feed u cookie dough
username MOTHER OH MY GOD
username she's so pretty im
carmenmmundt the most gorgeous person 🤍
-> carlossainz55 i agree
username where can i get a carlos??? asking for a friend :)
username mother is mothering as always
username can u fight.
username SHE'S SO AHHSJSJSJSJKSSK
username just one chance pls 🙏🙏🙏
landonorris gross ❤️
-> carlossainz55 we don't care ❤️
username they're my parents your honour
username i just know that nando regrets introducing these two
username someone a man is having a breakdown over his daughter dating his colleague ⁉️⁉️⁉️
username they're such a GORGEOUS couple like
danielricciardo when u smack the shit out of me for eating your food :///
-> carlossainz55 she's an exception of course
-> yourusername my love ❤️
-> danielricciardo brb need to throw up
username the difference in their captions is WILD
username LITERAL PARENTS
fernandoalo_official one wrong step and she'll be using a brush to sweep you off the ground
-> carlossainz55 noted
-> yourusername papá stop threatening my boyfriend
-> carlossainz55 boyfriend 😏😏😏😏😏🔥🔥🔥🔥😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
-> charles_leclerc what the fuck is he doing?
-> yourusername he does this every time i call him my bf, it'll pass
username carlos is down SO bad and it's SO understandable bc i would be too if y/n was my gf
username pretty gf 🤝 obsessed bf
yourusername i hate u for choosing the second picture
-> carlossainz55 you hate me huh? that's not what you said last night
-> landonorris just gonna leave now fernandoalo_official
-> yourusername NORRIS
-> fernandoalo_official sainz run.
#f1 x female reader#f1 x reader#social media au#fake instagram imagines#f1 imagines#carlos sainz x you#carlos sainz x y/n#carlos sainz imagine#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz x fem!reader#carlos sainz x female reader#carlos sainz imagines#carlos sainz au
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To be alone with you | CS55
― Pairing: Carlos Sainz x fem!reader
― Warnings: mentions of food; typos.
― Summary: A glimpse into Yn's little reading world and how Carlos supports her passion.
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yourusername slow afternoons with books, coffee, and my lover 🤍 to be alone with you 🤍 (I am obsessed with the copy of 'the book of disquiet' he got me, te amo, carlito!)
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carlossainz55 te quiero, cariño 💓
carlossainz55 I just got to chapter five of that book, answer my messages my mind is *blowing* 🤯
⤷ yourusername going goingggg
⤷ yourusername I told you you would like it!!!!!
sillyseason_ did yn just turn carlos into a reader or am I tripping?
lecsainz I love her aesthetic so much
hammertimee can you imagine reading fernando pessoa from the original? I'm so jealous of her, omw to get myself enrolled into a Portuguese course .............
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carlossainz55 Still don't get her thing for coffee, but I get it for her anyways ☕️
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yourusername teamooo
landonorris disgusting 🤢
⤷ yourusername singleee 🫵😂
⤷ landitofour LMAO
sainzsantification she really got him into books bruh
nicoraspberry he gets her flowers, read with her, posts her regularly, buys her coffee, I- 🥹
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yourusername It's not my bday, I just reached my reading goal faster than ever so mrs. funny pants decided to do this 🥸
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carlossainz55 Mrs. Funny pants huh? 🤨
⤷ yourusername yeah, but your humor won me over
⤷ landonorris he's not even that funny, yn
⤷ alex_albon are you kidding me? don't you remember the MaRÍA CAREI video?!
⤷ yourusername LMAO😭😭😂😂😂
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lando.jpg went on a date with these two and it was awful 👎👎👎
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yourusername liar! you asked us to let you join again!
⤷ lando.jpg you made me thrid wheel the whole time
⤷ oscarpiastri it's not their fault you're single, lando
⤷ carlossainz55 yeah, next time invite oscar too!
⤷ yourusername yay double date! 🥳
⤷ lando.jpg I'm not going!!!
norizzricciardo is that carlos wearing converse?
⤷ lando.jpg no, it's me :)
⤷ formulaten OMG LANDO AND YN MATCHING SHOES GKJSDKHJS besties goal
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yourusername he joined us 😜😁 (and osc too)
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oscarpastry they really did the double date thing LOL
landonorris you take your coffee terribly 🤢
⤷ yourusername I'm gonna call the team's nutritionist and tell them you take your sugar with a bit of coffee
⤷ carlossainz55 ayyy cabron jajajajaj
oscarpiastri it feels great to be a chess winner 😎
⤷ mclatas81 soon to be f1 winner 🧡
mclaren 😍😍😍
formulareader osc 😭 she called him osc 😭
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yourusername best Sunday ever ❤️🏎️ (also I loved the paddock's coffee!)
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scuderiaferrari we loved to have you, yn! 😍
⤷ mclaren us too, yn! you should watch the next race from our garage (we'll get you all the coffee you want!)
⤷ scuderiaferrari shut up 🙄
⤷ carlossainz55 you guys know she's MY girlfriend, right?
⤷ yourusername yes and I'll watch from merc garage next race! 🫣 lew invited me 🤭
⤷ carlossainz55 ¿qué?
⤷ mercedesamgf1 hehe 😌😎
schumischumi lmfao not the admins fighting over yn
hammert1m3 she did charles so dirty HAHAHAH
charles_leclerc hated the pic, but love you
⤷ landonorris you won't join the besties dates!
⤷ yourusername I already invited him :(
⤷ landonorris omg I thought it was an exclusive club!
⤷ pierregasly I was invited too
tifosidirectioner she's so simple yet so glowy, I love her energy! 💗
booktoker22 f1 romance books rec?
bieberselenator it's like she's carlos' lucky charm
szagooddays I want what they have so bad
monzatwentytwo day 352 of feeling single than ever with carlosyn posts 😺👍
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the man | lando norris (6 to 1) smau
part of the lover x 6 to 1 series | lando norris x leclerc! reader
and I'm so sick of them coming at me again
'cause if I was a man
then I'd be the man
takes place a year after the original story of 6 to 1
i know this one wasn't voted for but it's been sitting in my drafts and i haven't posted in over a month so enjoy
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ynleclerc happy monday drink your greens
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landonorris no thank u
ynleclerc hmm i seem to recall you asking me for the recipe ten minutes ago
yellowmclarens love her but why does she feel the need to post body shots like this
yvonneatthetrack full length shirts exist babe xx
lovely_sainz this is quite literally just an excuse to post pics of herself in a crop top lol
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charles_leclerc gym day
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danielricciardo taking lessons from george?
f1emily yeeeeesh thirst trap coming in hottt
sundayscariess its illegal for a man to look this good
ferrari.florals ok 🥵🥵 more of this pls
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wag.spotting
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wag.spotting collection of pics of y/n posted by her friends these last few days
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whatisferrari looking a little too close for comfort with that guy in the first pic
ricciardobaby i KNOW thats not lando laying on her legs in that second pic
golden_norris it's not carlos either...why does she hang out with so many guys lol
81piastries come get your girl landonorris
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ynleclerc devils in the details ♡ thank you ysl
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landonorris paris or london
ynleclerc montreal, im hanging out with lance - he's moved back up my ranking
lancestroll oui
landonorris 🤔🤔🤔
happyhamilton sorry am i reading the comments right...shes with lance?
karlaformulauno yeah...what...
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paddock.updates Y/N Leclerc and Lando Norris are no more after Y/N Leclerc has confirmed to be in Montreal with fellow F1 Driver, Lance Stroll
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papayaclub LOL bro not her jumping from lando to carlos to LANCE
wag.updates did not have this on our f1 bingo card
sunshinemick silly szn i guess but i can't say im surprised..
ynleclerc damn news travels fast 💀💀💀
landonorris ohh thats why you're not answering my calls
yellowmercedes i can't tell if shes joking but honestly lando deserves better
sundayscaries shes got the worst sense of humour if this really is fake, for landos sake i hope they actually are over
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ynleclerc weekly recap
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landonorris did you crop out my face in all of these on purpose
ynleclerc its called a soft launch
landonorris you can't soft launch after hard launching FOR A YEAR
ynleclerc watch me
leclercsrearwing bestie even i know that lando hates fish and im not his girlfriend
ynleclerc i didn't force the sushi down his throat 🫶🏻
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landonorris Rollin’ with tumitravel
paid parternship
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ynleclerc im gonna borrow that suitcase
landonorris get your own
boxbox if driving doesn't work out he could be an influencer
albonoscats would do anything to see more of lando in his influencer era
haasbeen whatever he's selling i'll buy it
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ynleclerc emptying the camera roll 📸 not ready for summer to end
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charles_leclerc Pourquoi publier cela? why did you post that?
ynleclerc désolée 🤭🤭 sorry
jemmaf1 is that CARLOS in that first pic having dinner with her and her friends
ynleclerc carlos hosted the dinner
montrealking18 WHY DO YOU KEEP HANGING OUT WITH CARLOS
gokartboys asking the important questions ^^
fmkf1grid yes we get it you're close with all the drivers thank you for the reminder
pastriesoscar this photo dump is so pretentious lmao its just look all the drivers in my life and also look how pretty i am
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landonorris also emptying the camera roll, good idea ynleclerc
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ynleclerc love you
danielricciardo who are those beauties in the last picture
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givemef1 not lando posting the same pics as y/n 💀
schummyys he really said 'i was at carlos' dinner party too don't worrry'
hornersux wait but that pic of y/n in the window is actually so pretty
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landonorris to the love of my life, you never cease to amaze me. from the way you switch languages mid conversation with me to the way you are always curled up on the couch waiting for me to walk in the door. you are my biggest supporter, my strongest motivator and the reason my days seem brighter. i don't know how i lucked out with you little leclerc, but i promise to love you for the rest of our days
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danielricciardo are you proposing to y/n over instagram?
pierregasly seems like it
landonorris just keep scrolling
ynleclerc currently crying on the couch as i wait for you to come home
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summeriturnedf1 he calls her LITTLE LECLERC
happymclarens okay he LOVES her loves her
allgasnobrakes wonder how charles is doing reading this and knowing that lando is planning on marrying his sister
formulaferraris forget charles...lando is the biggest simp in the world for y/n, lets talk about that
a happy ending was deserved
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see it through ✴︎ cl16
genre: friends to lovers, fake dating au, fluff!, humor, slight angst, slow burn-ish, yearning
word count: 9k
“It’s a proposition for the fans.” She smiles. “It’s a fake relationship.” Or: you go from social media manager to girlfriend in under a day. Keeping up appearances for Charles’ family isn’t easy, until it is – and until they’re not really appearances anymore.
notes... internet translated italian ahaha
auds here... this fic is quite long! i hope you all like it. title from this bee gees song which reappears in the fic later. few music references here so if you like to listen to music, just look for the titles, they’re famous!
You’d gotten the phone call on a Saturday morning.
Barely morning, you realized when you were digging for your phone in the sheets, half-asleep—it’d been five minutes past noon. You’d swiped, pressed the phone to your ear, and waited for the other end to speak, eyes shut.
“Good morning,” a vague voice had said on the other said, distinctly American. “This is Jenna Griffin, newly appointed PR specialist for Ferrari. Your boss told me you were free for lunch on Monday, so can I pencil you in for a one-thirty meeting?”
You click your tongue. “Um, yeah.”
“Wonderful. Monday, one-thirty. Apologies for the weekend call, it’s for Mr. Leclerc.” The line buzzes dead after, and you flop backwards onto your bed, confused out of your mind.
Your job for Ferrari was simple—create social media content, do the occasional damage control, have a pre-interview discussion with journalists, and generally stay out of everyone’s hair. It’s not a high-maintenance job, but it pays well, and you get to travel; plus, you’re young, and you figure this is just a stepping stone for a more legitimate post. Your point is, you’ve never gotten into trouble before, and are only at meetings to take minutes or get assignments.
Which is why a Monday lunch meeting—on your vacation, nonetheless—seems so out of the ordinary. And arranged by a PR agent from Ferrari? Last you’d heard, cars were objects and didn’t need publicity. The whole affair gives off a vibe of semi-mystery, almost, like you’re in the MI6 and taking lucrative calls in alleyways.
You feel through your bag for your hotel key card, wallet, and phone, and finding them all there, you leave and make your way to the restaurant. You’re not too nervous; you’ve had to have your own sit-down talks with higher-ups and even Charles or Carlos before, but none of the “you’re fired” variety.
The restaurant isn’t far from where you’re staying, so you shove sunnies on and trek there, managing to make it inside unscathed.
Table 17, the text reads, and you’re quickly ushered into a private section of the place. It’s empty, save for a couple and a far-off table seating one guy, whose back is to you. You realize it’s Charles when you squint your eyes harder. The waitress doesn’t give you much of a choice and seats you across him, promising to return with noontime champagne.
You slide your sunglasses onto your hair and look up. “Hi,” you say politely.
“Hey,” Charles says back casually. He wears a Richard Mille and a few other bracelets, a linen blue polo, and jeans.
“New PR thing?”
Charles smiles, shrugging. “Man, I’ve no idea. Wake up on Saturday and I’m due for a meeting. Is this for social media?”
Huh, so he doesn’t know either. “I don’t know. It was a super random call for me, too.”
He shrugs. “Both clueless.”
“Right. So, to be clear, we’re waiting for—”
“I am so sorry I’m late,” a woman says sheepishly, her heels clicking along the tiled floor. She definitely looks the part for a PR officer: pantsuit, heels, a blond bob, ridiculously expensive handbag, eccentric sunglasses. “Scusami, really.” Her Italian apology has an American twang.
“All okay,” says Charles with a small smile. “We were barely waiting, no?”
You nod, offering a tight-lipped smile of your own. “Yeah, don’t worry about it.”
She slides into the seat beside him and waves a waiter over, ordering in quickfire English; clearly, she’s been here before. Absently, you wonder if her previous affairs in this restaurant were also to have clandestine meetings. Your reverie doesn’t last long, though, because immediately Jenna’s starting her agenda. “So, are introductions in order?”
“I, um,” you say, “I’d say so, yes.”
“Alright, spectacular. I’m Jenna Griffin, just moved to Monte Carlo after living and working in SoCal. I’ve been appointed as a PR manager for Charles here, but don’t worry. You’re in good hands. I’ve handled three Kardashians, two NBA players, two One Direction members, and a lot of nepo babies.”
“Wow,” you say, nodding.
“Cool.” Charles says, clearly impressed.
Jenna’s gaze flits between the two of you, both smiling at each other. “Right,” she says. “Let’s get down to business.” She clears her throat and pulls out her phone from her handbag, scrolling for a few moments. While the silence settles, you steal another glance at Charles, and hide a chuckle when you find his eyes already glancing back at you.
“Aren’t we waiting for Carlos?” He asks, taking a sip of water.
His PR agent looks up briefly, then answers. “Actually, it’s just you two today.”
You nod slowly, burrowing even further into the confusion you’d been feeling since Saturday. It wasn’t like you were expecting Carlos, per se, but a meeting with just you and him—now, that’s a bit strange.
“So, I know this is all very confusing. But it’s happening for a reason,” says Jenna. “Charles—and I really only feel qualified to say this because I’ve done my research—has been on a streak of…erm, well, lady-related scandals lately.”
“Oh, God,” Charles groans across you, and you chew your lip. You’ve seen the headlines, but you’re still clueless as to how this concerns you.
“As a PR agent, I think it won’t do good for his public image to be seen as somebody who sleeps around.”
“It was two headlines,” Charles cuts in with a laugh. “And they were both fake. Please don’t misunderstand.”
Jenna clicks her tongue. “Yeah, the public definitely has some thoughts.” She turns to her phone and reads off of it. “‘Charles is a playboy and not a driver’, ‘Leclerc is too busy pulling girls’… times ten thousand. So, yeah, it’s a bit of a smear.”
“Right, okay. Listen, I’m not sure I understand,” you say with a stuffy laugh. “What has all this got to do with me?”
“Everything,” she answers with a smile. You raise a brow. “Well, you see, we PR managers always have a network. We keep tabs on who’s who, and who needs what. As a new manager, I need to implement some of my strategies around here. Go digging, you know? Find something good. And when I found your pretty little face in the background of many of Charles’ paddock photos, I realized you could help create something newsworthy.”
“Are you talking about a PR stunt?” You ask, your frown deepening.
“Well—virtually, essentially, yes.” She opens her mouth to explain but is interrupted by the serving of champagne and appetizers. “Okay. Don’t think this is a haphazard decision. Naturally, we had to find out if this would even be a good idea…”
“Which it’s not,” you say, taking a swig of champagne.
She nods. “The thing is, your bosses and I really did go over several scenarios, and this one seems the most likely to keep your fans engaged. This way, the appearances won’t look so staged.”
“—Jenna,” Charles says, clearly having detected your hesitance, “I don’t think she’s interested.”
“It’s fine,” you say, but you still sound off-put. It’s not fine, not really. “I don’t see how this is going to help Charles, though. I’d think the idea of him being committed to somebody would just further alienate his fangirls.”
Jenna chuckles. “While that is, to some extent, true, the number of fans who would go gaga over the two of you far, far outweighs the opposing population. This is a special case. A girl next door social media manager with a social media presence—and a wildly popular, totally charming Formula One driver? I mean, talk about Harry and Meghan! Everybody loves love. And, might I add, Charles’ male fans might actually like seeing you two together.”
You sigh, a quick huff of frustrated air. “So, what is this then?”
“It’s a proposition for the fans.” She smiles. “It’s a fake relationship.”
You reach for champagne, but find you’ve totally drained your glass. The room falls into muted silence, and you can’t bring yourself to look at Charles. You didn’t expect this on a Monday afternoon. You thought maybe it was a job termination. Or a leaked text message. Somehow, this is the strangest of all possibilities.
“So, good?” She chirps. “I’ll send you the primer.”
You both stare at each other. “We’re not actually going to. Right?”
“Right. We are not dating.”
—
“We’re dating!” You chirp, practicing your appearances in front of Carlos and Lando, who had visited the former.
“You two look like two people dating pretending to be friends,” Lando observes.
You grumble. Many of your shots had been staged pap photos outside his apartment, or fans happening to catch you two together; no official statement had been released, according to Jenna’s “masterplan.” For the most part, it was a good dynamic of putting up a façade for the public and settling back into a platonic relationship within minutes.
Nothing really goes wrong at first—and then Charles ruins it.
It happens after a Ferrari event in spring. You’re in Monza again, weather humid when you re-shoot the fifth TikTok for the day with Carlos. There are celebrities to and fro, even more journalists and a shitload of fans crowding the perimeter of the area. You’ve successfully pulled off the fake dating stunt, keeping a lowkey profile and doing your job.
There’s a green room for the drivers and close managers to wait and rest, where you stow yourself away to avoid the crowds. You review the reels and stories for the day, and cap it off with a “goodbye, Tifosi!” post with Carlos that’s enough to quell the many notifications.
Granted, many of the said notifications are of the speculative nature. Some are wondering if it’s you posting or if a new hire was underway to make room for the new couple. You ignore them anyway and take a seat on the couch across Carlos, sighing with exhaustion.
“Where’s your boyfriend?” He teases.
“Ha-ha,” you say, unimpressed. You gesture to the TV behind him, showing a live feed of Charles’ last interview of the day with Natalie Pinkham. Once this is over, you’re free for the week: free of social media manager and fake girlfriend responsibilities. The thought alone makes you well up with relief.
You and Carlos both watch intently as Charles answers several event-related questions that, to your horror, simmer into personal ones. Natalie sounds excited when she goes, “Any plans for the week with a special someone?”
Charles has no thought behind his eyes, a muted wave of panic coming over him as he fumbles for a response. “My family’s staying up in Tuscany, in a farmhouse we own, stay in for spring and summer. We are actually visiting them for the week.”
We are actually visiting them for the week. Your look of pure, unadulterated shock doesn’t go unnoticed by Carlos, who’s quick to snap pictures of you on his phone. What the hell is Charles talking about? Tuscany? No, family?
“I take it you didn’t know about this,” Carlos says with a laugh.
“You think?!” You holler, still appalled. Charles has a lot of gall to spin this without your permission, or Jenna’s for that matter. You know she’ll love it, though; it’s really, mainly, you who has a problem with it. Anxious, you get up and watch the broadcast end; not a minute later, Charles enters and offers a can of sparkling water to you.
“Thirsty?” He asks casually.
“Very,” you pipe, taking a gulp.
“You’re welcome,” he says teasingly.
“Oh, thanks! I think I’ve been busy thinking about the fact that I’m meeting your family!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He yells, trying to match your agitated volume. “I didn’t know you were watchi—I was nervous! I didn’t know what to say anymore! And—you kno—well—and Natalie kept asking a ton of questions!”
Your face of disbelief matches his of sheepish apology, facing each other frozen. Across you, Carlos lets out an incredulous laugh, mumbles something about wanting popcorn. You honestly can’t blame him. Had you been an outsider, you would’ve relished in Charles’ slip-up, too. Instead, you’re the one who’s apparently going to Tuscany on Friday to meet the extended Leclerc clan.
“It’s fine. It’s gonna be”—you attempt to find an appropriate adjective—“bearable. At least we don’t need to keep up appearances there.”
You’re met with disagreeable silence. When Charles doesn’t chime in with an agreement, you turn slowly back to him. “No.”
“It’s only for a week—”
“No!”
“A week!”
You’re both standing up, pacing around the other frantically. Pretending to suddenly be bumped up from social media manager to Charles’ girlfriend was a daunting enough proposition. Getting hate mail and death threats was enough incentive to let you want to leave. Timing exits and entrances was difficult. And now, pretending to be together in front of his family? His family.
“Why can’t you just tell them we’re not actually dating?!”
“It’s just—it’s complicated having to explain why.” You remember his assortment of man-whore scandals and realization sinks into you. You sit on the arm of the couch, deflated and contemplative. Despite your own knowledge of the scandals being totally baseless and false, you understand it’s difficult to explain the lengths of tabloids and online rumors to older family members.
You might have to grin and bear it.
“Fine.” You digress. He cheers silently. “One week. Once our quickie breakup is finalized, you’re telling them it ended well. I don’t want to be in anybody’s bad graces.”
“Yeah, yeah, okay.”
Tuscany won’t be so bad, you think. What’s the worst that could happen?
—
Charles’ extended family greets you at their farmhouse when you arrive heaving two pieces of luggage. It’s populated by two aunts, three uncles, and two younger cousins, and their hospitality is contagious. They all somehow remind you of Charles, their faces, their laughs, their easy attitudes.
His aunts, Mia and Giulia, are the first to pull you in for a hug and inspect your face. Good eyebrows! Good lips! Healthy attractive child for you both!
You have to pry yourself off of them with giggles and smiles and pretend the kid comment was never uttered for your own sake. They’re kind, ushering you inside and serving dinner immediately, inquiring about the drive and if it was bad, if Charles had spotted any dead sheep or cattle on the way (none.)
His cousins are both little boys, eleven and six, shy and with thick accents. Charles’ smile is huge when he speaks to them in Italian, eyes comical and animated. His three uncles all eat fairly quietly, talking about politics, or racing, only when they feel like it.
They ask many questions, and tell so many stories, over limoncello and rigatoni that leave you stuffed after two platefuls. You didn’t think you’d be satisfied so soon after the drive, but you’re grateful for it. His uncle Giorgio leads the tour of the house, his voice slow and constantly sliding into Italian, but Charles is quick to supply a translation into your ear. Lit by terrace lights, you get a night view of the house, surrounded by the hills, the lemon trees, and a swimming pool in the back. Further back, there are two horses for riding, and bicycles for easier transportation.
A vineyard borders the other side of the hill, owned by a different family. You can’t digest the beauty of this place, even without the sun to provide a better view. You’re back inside, being shown the rest of the wide dining room and kitchen that lead out onto a balcony-terrace area, and then clambering the stairs to be shown your room—a beautiful one on the second floor that overlooks the hills.
“This is so beautiful,” you say honestly. “Thank you so much. And Charles will be staying…?”
“In my childhood bedroom!” He quips excitedly, already halfway out the door to review his living situation.
Giulia and Mia share a look and then the former goes, “Wait, Charles!”
He slows to a halt and turns, awaiting their words. “Ay. Bambino, because you have been in Monaco so long these days, and we have gotten a lot of stuff, your childhood bedroom is now more of a… storage room.”
“A storage room?!” He sounds scandalized.
“Bambino, mi dispiace,” she continues. “But—let’s not be conservative! You two have been dating now for a year, correct? Surely, you’ve slept in one bed.”
Your face grows warm. “Um, actu—”
“Shh,” Mia says kindly. “No need to make excuses. Charles, stay with your girlfriend. And we will wake you both for breakfast. Ciao!”
You barely voice your assent, managing to wedge in a thank you! before the door closes and leaves you and Charles alone.
In a room without a single couch. The only non-bed “resting” space is a single chair, and as much as you want to, you don’t want Charles to break his spine trying to sleep on it. The situation is clear. You need to configure the bed.
“We cannot sleep on the same bed.”
“I’ll take the floor.”
“No! I mean—ugh. I don’t want to risk you pulling a muscle. Also, more importantly, if any of your family walks in and sees you sleeping on the floor, they’re going to think we’re freaks.”
“The bed is big enough for us both,” he says, gesticulating. You narrow your eyes. If you’re going to be avoiding physical contact, it definitely isn’t. It’s like the gods had decided to bless the room with a bed perfect for two people snuggling.
You place your hands on your hips, analyzing the best way to tackle the situation. You won’t lie, you’d thought about the possibility of sharing a room—but a bed was completely different. You’d expected a couch, a loveseat of some kind, both of which are woefully missing. Thinking fast, you take the three decorative, cylindrical pillows and place them vertically on the centre of the bed.
You step back. “Okay. That’s our boundary.”
Each side is a bit small, but it’s the price to pay, you think, taking a long look at your handiwork. Beside you, Charles snorts. “That is not going to work.”
“I’ll bet you it will,” you say matter-of-factly, retreating to the bathroom to get ready for bed. When you emerge, Charles is fast asleep, half his body on your side of the boundary. You have to pour water on his face to shoo him away, and that’s when you’re positive your creation will work.
You place yourself gingerly on your side of the border, remaining perfectly still as you drift off to sleep. You wake up the next day on Charles’ chest, pushing him away before admitting you’d been in that position in the first place.
You slide him five euros over breakfast.
—
Charles is a good driver, skier, and biker—you can attest to this from being by his side, reviewing pictures and videos of him for a living.
But there’s one thing he absolutely sucks at, and it’s teaching. You thought you’d never have to attest to this, but here you are, with scraped knees and a smudge of soil on the hem of your shorts, on your sixth attempt to learn how to ride a bike.
It’d been his idea, like many of the odd things you’d gotten yourself into. “Let me make up for dragging you along,” he’d said, and then proceeded to commit attempted murder every time he sent you away on the bicycle. Five tries did you no good; Charles’ directions contradicted each other and came much too fast, causing you to crash into the grass or skid yourself to a halt, your sneakers coated in a light layer of dust.
“Why are we still trying?” You ask woefully, examining the scratches on your calf. And to think you would’ve gotten to go truffle hunting with his uncle had Charles not swept you away to bike.
“It is an important life skill. Just—don’t look at the ground. Okay. Andiamo!” He sends you off again, watches as you twist and careen into a bush. Again. Your groan of pain matches the ooof he lets out, jogging to help you up. You turn away from the ground and toward his face. His laughing face.
“Ow. What?” You ask, raising a brow. You flex your fingers, waiting for him to pull you upwards.
“You smashed into a bush and a berry’s all over your cheek.” He says, still laughing when he helps you up. You hold the tip of your pinky to your face, press down, and sure enough, when you inspect it again, it’s stained a dark berry color.
“Is this toxic?!” You ask, agitated.
“Che? Toxic? No, no. It’s a juniper berry.” He reaches over and swipes his thumb across your face, sending you into a frozen state. Your hands remain at your sides while he focuses on wiping the rest of the fruit off of your cheek, showing you his stained finger afterwards with a proud smile. “All gone.”
You turn and pick up the bicycle. “One more for good luck,” you say, shaking off the nerves and gut churning feeling deep in your stomach. You situate yourself atop the bike, trying to remember and re-remember all the tips Charles had given you.
“Don’t look down, just breathe, keep your eyes trained straight. If you crash, on the grass always. Better than this path.”
“Got it,” you say breathlessly, determined. You take off, eyes trained on the landscape in front of you, leaving the house behind and gliding quickly downhill. It takes you a beat to realize, however, that you’re not falling. You’re doing it—properly. You turn to voice your pride, but that’s what gets you caught in your thoughts.
Charles is cheering behind you, but once he detects you’re stumbling, he runs the few metres over. Still, he can’t catch you fast enough; you do manage to turn right and land on the grass. In his own rush, Charles trips on the horizontal bike, and lands right beside you, atop your arm.
Eventually you’re both doubled over laughing, your fingers finding purchase on the blunt grass. You both only quiet down when you hear his aunt’s car, old and rickety, grow louder. You look up to find Giulia peeking out of the driver’s window, her face as amused as it is confused.
Beside her, Mia yells. “Buon lavoro, Charles!”
“What’d she say?” You ask, still half-laughing.
“Good job,” he replies, entertained. “She said good job.”
—
Charles takes Giorgio’s Vespa and rides you both to town two days later, even with the offer of a car. He claims the motor ride is the best way to experience Tuscany at its finest. Nothing about the two-seater bike on the pebbly road feels fine, though, and you’re seriously contemplating broken ribs when he makes a sharp turn. It’s only a ten, fifteen-minute ride, but the downhill slope makes it seem faster—and more dangerous.
Your grip on his waist had gone from loose and hesitant to tight and anxious, your voice a mantra of possible death in his ear. He can’t help but laugh, revving harder and chiming in with a biting remark of his own.
“You know who this is named after?” He shouts over the wind whipping both of you.
“Mmm?” You ask.
“Apollonia, from the Godfather.”
“Oh, Christ. The girl who died?”
“Hey, she was beautiful! My uncle loved the movies so much, his Vespa had to be named after her.” You lean onto his back for purchase, still unused to the speed at which he zips through the countryside. Eventually, after a few turns, the terrain turns from rough to smoother, and he parks at the busy-looking town square, populated by locals and tourists alike, but not with the traffic of more popular cities. Alleyways lead to smaller corner stores and cafés; a chapel overlooks the area, and a market populates the centre.
“What would you name your bike, if you had to?” You ask as a follow-up, removing your helmet and shaking your hair out. You pull at your dress to straighten it out.
“Well…” He takes both your helmets and stores them in the bike, leading the way toward the bustle. “My uncles, and my father—they always say we name our most precious things after beautiful women. Apollonia. My other uncle, Leo, he named his sailboat after his mother, Bianca. Even my dad would name few objects after my mother. It’s a way of honoring them, you know?”
You nod, stopping at a produce stall and examining a bunch of tomatoes. “I think that’s sweet.”
“Yes, so I guess… well, I don’t know, really. My mother’s name, maybe?”
“She’s got a beautiful one,” you comment offhandedly.
“Yeah. Or, if we go by appearances, I suppose your name.”
You ignore the flush of nerves that well up in you and turn back to face him, confused and amused. “My name? Why’s that?”
“I mean,” he coughs, crossing his arms and smiling, “people think we are together, so if I get a bike, and they ask for her name, I must say yours, no?”
“Only if you want to,” you chirp back, amused. What had possessed him to suddenly bring you into the discussion? Neither of you are pretending for all these strangers. Here in town, you’re friends again, browsing the market, walking around stalls, eating free samples of pesto and cheese.
“I do want to,” he says. It’s a joke, you’re sure. Half-sure. It’s a joke.
The town square’s noise begins to die when the sun sets. City-dwellers leave to take trips back to main hubs of Italy, and with no nightlife in the area, many in the square are families or couples sitting down for dinner. The ride back, while short, might be dangerous in the dark; you tug on Charles’ sleeve to relay your thoughts.
“Don’t worry,” he says dismissively. “I’ve biked here past midnight.”
“What were you even doing in town at midnight, hmm?” You tease lightly, following him around. There’s not much to do except eat at this point, judging by the way you’d both exhausted the stalls in the afternoon. He rolls his eyes, mumbling excuses.
“You womanizer,” you whisper in an exaggerated scandalous tone. You poke his bicep. “Bedding the locals.”
“I was not, ay!” He defends. You’ve noticed his accent is so much thicker here, where he has to speak Italian all the time, except with you. It sounds nice. “I would come to smoke weed.”
That’s even funnier, you think, throwing your head back to laugh. Thoughts of teenaged Charles, tinged pink and tan from summer, on a momentary break from a junior racing career, biking fast back and forth—for a joint no less—are both funny and endearing. “That is so cute, Charles. Drug virgin.”
“Don’t speak of those when we’re in front of the house of the Lord,” he says sarcastically, gesturing to where your cyclical walking had landed you: back in front of the town’s chapel. There’s a pot of holy water by the front doors and a rack of candles for lighting and offering. Besides that, there’s a coin drop box being manned by a priest.
In silent agreement, you walk in sync to the candles, lighting one each and whispering brief intentions. You’re not religious, you’ve never been; a church seemed foreign to you, always. But you figure there’s no harm in a candle and an offer to the big guy, if he’s there.
There’s a mural painted by the doors, which you observe silently while Charles goes to drop donations into the box. You catch bits of their conversation. Good evening. Are you a tourist. No, we live up the hill, visiting for spring, yes.
The rest you don’t catch, turning to Charles and watching him talk, animated as he is solemn. The priest smiles at you politely, turns to Charles, goes, “Siete qui insieme?” You rack your brain for the Italian you’d picked up recently but can’t match it to anything.
Charles nods. “Qui per cenare, ed esplorare.” Esplorare, explore? You fail again, but continue listening anyway, occupying your eyes with the mural.
“È la tua ragazza?” The priest asks with a soft chuckle.
“Oh, sì, sì.” Charles looks very sure of himself when he says so.
The priest nods once. “Se ti sposi, allora dovrebbe essere qui, no?”
Charles turns slowly, looks at you, then smiles. “Okay,” he says, still looking at you. “Farò in modo che accada.” Then they’re exchanging quick Italian goodbyes and he’s walking back to you, guiding you to a nearby restaurant for dinner.
“What was that about?” You ask, the curiosity getting the best of you. You don’t remember what they said, so you can’t plug it into Google Translate; your last hope is getting Charles to translate it for you. You figure it’s no problem. He’s always translated for you during your stay here so far, word-for-word recounts that have you feeling fluent in the language after decoding them. Whether it be a family anecdote or a market transaction, the language has never become an issue for you.
You walk beside him, awaiting the translation that never comes. Instead, he smiles, shakes his head, and says, “That was nothing.”
—
Your first, last, and only close call happens during a wine and poker night with Charles’ uncles and aunts. You’d spent the morning semi-cuddling (to beat the early a.m. cold, you both insisted), and then a majority of the afternoon in the nearby vineyard volunteering to help pick grapes, and they’d offered to let you wind down for the night inside.
It starts off well enough—you and Giorgio best the first two rounds, much to everyone else’s chagrin, and you rest on the sofa, reading Giulia’s cookbook with a glass of wine. At quarter to midnight, Charles’ six-year-old cousin, Marco, comes inside and slots himself beside Charles, eyes sleepy.
“Cugino,” he says. Cousin. His voice is squeaky and childish.
“Yes, Marco?” Charles asks, preoccupied with his cards.
“Put me to sleep,” he says in accented English.
“Later. You should wait.”
“Can she do it?” A chubby hand rises and points toward you. You offer a small wink, sipping wine.
“Only if she wants to,” Charles says, turning to face you. You chuckle.
“I’d be happy to, Marco.” You smile.
“Cugino.” Marco tugs on Charles’ sleeve to regain his attention. “What’s her favorite color?”
Oh, shit. Neither of you had really thought this would come up, so you hope Charles can fake it well. While you know everything about him, he knows not much about you, especially little niche facts like this one. Charles clears his throat and goes, “Blue.”
“Favorite song?”
“Uh. Marco, aspettare. OK?”
“Why should he wait?” Giorgio asks, gruff. “Your aunts and I are curious, too.”
Charles meets your eyes, and you try to signal for him to lie, which he ends up doing. “It’s Take a Chance on Me. ABBA, zio.”
You do know that song, but it’s definitely not your favorite. You close the cookbook and get up, pacing onto the seat beside Marco and leaning against it, smiling and nodding. Beside Giorgio, Mia asks sweetly, “Do you have any tattoos, dear?”
Just you, or are Italian aunts ridiculously straightforward? You open your mouth at the same time Charles does, and that’s what leads to your downfall. Yes, one, you say. No, none, Charles says at the same time. You both look at each other, eyes wide.
His uncle grunts. “Bambino, do you know nothing of this lovely girl?”
“You misunderstand,” Charles says. “I thought she wouldn’t want to share that yet, zio. I tried to cover for her, but, er—she seems okay with sharing it.”
It’s a flimsy excuse but it seems to work, and the poker game resumes without any more questions about you.
Still, you grow nervous, frustrated a bit, and, once you spot Marco asleep, you take him into your arms and mumble a polite goodnight, carrying him upstairs. The call was just too close. Why did Charles feel the need to interject like that? Had you been caught in such a lie, you’d need to reveal everything.
Something else tugs at your chest, but you refuse to admit it incites an unhappy feeling out of you. Charles’ lack of knowledge about you did nothing but remind you that in the end, he did know nothing about you, and this was just contractual and obligatory and for the press-turned-for the family. You pat Marco’s forehead, sighing. You shouldn’t be so upset, but you are.
You know a lot about Charles, but it’s a cold fact that he can’t say the same about you; at least, not to the extent that you know him. The doors and staircase creak, signifying the game’s end and everyone’s retreat to bed; you await Charles’ entrance, which comes after you hear him opening your room, finding it empty, and then—
“Sorry. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you say, hushed. You get up and walk past him, crossing the corridor and opening the door halfway into your room.
He says, then: “You really never tell me anything about yourself.”
You freeze, turn, suddenly frustrated all over again. Suddenly sad. “Yeah. You really know nothing about me.” It’s exaggerated, so it cuts deeper.
He’s upset, you realize. “Do I have to beg for these sorts of basic facts? I wa—I…” He pauses. “I want to know you more. I’ve always wanted to.”
“You didn’t even think to—to ask me the most basic questions before we got here.” You’re aware he didn’t owe you this, but your irritance doesn’t quell. “My favorite song, my favorite movie, color, anything. I could name all that on your behalf.”
“Every time I ask, you deflect. You never told me, either,” he says defiantly.
You scoff and ponder for a minute before shaking your head and clambering down the steps. You need some fresh air, having gotten mad so quickly. You know it makes no sense—he never needed to ask about you. Prior to last week, you worked with him. Still, everything’s changed now, and it feels hurtful knowing he can’t name these things about you.
You take a seat on the terrace chair, pretend not to notice when he sits beside you, separated by a table.
You hug your arms closer to yourself, sigh. “It’s, a koi fish on my hipbone. Hurt like a bitch.”
He looks at you, curious. You continue.
“My high school superlative was ‘most likely to be elected president’—embarrassing, I know. I won the local spelling bee. Thrice in a row. I love the color green, and the movie Fantastic Mr. Fox.”
You pretend you’re not feeling anxious from the sudden sharing, clearing your throat and keeping your gaze trained on the landscape of houses and hills around you.
“I love crosswords to a worrying degree, I’m a dog person but have never owned one, and my favorite song is Don’t Go Breaking My Heart. I kill it on karaoke.” Finally, your eyes slide slowly over to look at Charles. He’s already looking at you, smile soft on his flushed, pink face.
“I didn’t think of you as much of a singer,” he says, eyes crinkling from the size of his smile.
Huffing and stifling a laugh, you cross your arms defiantly over your torso. Your lips melt into a pout, and you flip him off in an attempt to stave him off. He just laughs harder, gulping the rest of his wine with ease.
“To be fair, I think I dance better,” you respond proudly. “It’s still bad, but it’s better. Better than you, anyway.”
“Is that a challenge?” He asks, mouth half-open, still caught in a laugh. “Wow. Okay, d’accord. It’s on.”
“It is most certainly not a challenge, Charles!” You object frustratedly.
“Challenge accepted!”
Against your vocal protests, he gets up from his chair and reenters the house, exiting with his phone in one hand and the rest of the wine in the other. He browses his selection of songs, humming until he seems satisfied with one of them. He pours you both a glass of preparatory red, a grin lighting up his face.
You burrow into the chair, unrelenting when he stretches out a hand to invite you to dance. You only end up giving in when you’ve successfully finished your wine, getting up and straightening out the wrinkles in your dress.
Your hand is still loosely clutched around his when he plays the Bee Gees song he’d queued up, and then both of you start dancing.
It’s a bit fast-paced, but you catch up well, letting yourself move fluidly to the song. All the while, your hand remains looped around his, like an anchor, a saving point. You shut your eyes to immerse yourself in the song, a smile on your face. When you crack them open, you watch Charles dance goofily, with moves you’d be totally embarrassed by otherwise. This time, you’re strangely endeared.
Where you expected yourself—the both of you, really—to be stiff and awkward, you’re both loose and easygoing, chuckling and laughing as the song progresses. Your dress swishes by your knees softly when you move, letting go of his hand momentarily. It flexes with the feeling of his absence. Charles dances like he has no care in the world, with movements that would rival a fifty-year-old’s. You find that you don’t have a care in the world either, watching him with a stupid grin on your features.
Your heart swells and seizes, and you swallow, not wanting to realize why yet. He reaches for your hand again, seeks it in the evening light. You give it to him easily, cut his search short. You’re what he looks for.
He lifts your linked hands right as the song starts its ending, and you realize you’re supposed to twirl around them. With a laugh, you follow, letting your arms stretch out when you’re done. He pulls you back, with strength that sends you barreling into his chest. “Dude,” you mumble, giggling. “Charles, you ruined my flow.”
You both part, but barely; your hands are still clasped, your distance barely increased. You stare up at him when the next song clicks on.
It’s slower this time, a song you recognize from films and novels. You remember this specific rendition from two years ago in Silverstone, when Charles had shared over a meeting that he’d been busy teaching himself the piano—specifically, The Way You Look Tonight.
The song continues, your hands still together, your eyes boring into his. The moon makes his light eyes a different shade, all green and soft edges rivaling the intensity of his stare. “Come on,” he says. “Why stop, no?”
He raises your hands, guides his vacant one to wrap around your waist. It’s warm there, secure, belonging. With all the hesitance in the world, you wrap a hand around his upper arm. Your gaze is unbreaking.
“Thank you,” he says, steering you both into a slow, easy rhythm. The nerves melt away slowly when you continue to sway. You cock a head to the side in a silent request for elaboration.
“For sharing.”
“Oh. It was only right,” you reply. “Considering you know nothing niche about me.”
“Tell me…” He starts, but the words tangle in his throat, lodge themselves there in a fit of nerves. He breathes, breaks the gaze. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind… if you told me more.”
A brief shine of surprise passes through your eyes, and you nod. “Alright.”
“Alright.” He smiles.
“Do you think, ” you say, swallowing the sorrow, “we’ll need to keep doing this when the week is ov—?”
“Let’s not dwell on that,” he says quickly. He sounds—sad, almost, at the thought of this being fake. In the days spent here, picking grapes, drinking wine, going on bike rides and practicing Italian, it was easy to let the lines blur. Perhaps he’d forgotten.
You realize, when he leans forward and slots his chin atop your head: you’d forgotten, too.
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Despite the tension, the next day goes fairly normal, and Charles takes you to town on Apollonia late at night. The Tuscan air is crisp and clean when he parks by a pub, loud not with techno music or hip-hop, but Italians singing. Inside, it’s not so crowded, populated by regulars, few tourists, and several older people.
Charles orders himself a beer, and a cocktail for you after you request something sweet. The bartender gives you an extra one on the house, and you and Charles seat yourself in front, watching people sing on the stage.
“Vi piace cantare?” Someone asks, and Charles quickly supplies: he’s asking if we like to sing.
You wave your palm back and forth. So-so, you signal. Charles, of course, ever the social butterfly, slides into a natural conversation with him, about Italy, pubs, beer, and singing. The guy introduces himself as Antonio, owner of said pub and a man who is apparently more than happy to clear the queue of singers for you two.
“Wait, seriously?” You ask. Antonio nods, clapping Charles on the back. You’d have thought they’d been friends for years or something.
You immediately turn down the request, but Charles scrambles onstage, having downed two bottles of beer. You’re overcome with horror as you watch him walk across the small stage to the side of it to request a song, encouraging whoops from the crowd.
“Ohhhhh. Oh, no. This is not a good idea,” you say, gulping. “Plus, I’ve had a lot to drink. Your aperol spritzes have so much alcohol in them.”
Beside you, Antonio laughs. “Non si preoccupi—do not worry. He seems to be a confident guy. You’re in good hands.”
“Am I? He didn’t even ask if I wanted to sing. I don’t even know what to sing.” You watch him whisper a song to the guy in charge of the pub’s ancient karaoke system, half-sure that the song archive stops after 1990. The stage creaks when Charles reaches for another mic and then stretches his arm out to offer it to you.
You muster your best angry face, but he just laughs. “Come on. You will like it.”
Gulping the rest of your cocktail, you accept the mic, and then his hand, strong in yours as he helps you climb onstage. The crowd of locals and few tourists cheer for the both of you, and you don’t do much to hide your stage fright; even the buzz of alcohol can’t help you. You hope (and know, deep down) that Charles will.
“Buona sera a tutti,” Charles says, met with more raucous cheering. “Io e il mio amico cateremo per te stasera.” He bows, and you follow a bit stiffly, not knowing what he’s saying.
“Amico?” Someone jeers from the audience. “O fidanzata?!”
Charles laughs, and you know he’s truly entertained because his eyes crinkle the way they do. You fiddle with your dress, your hair, anything to channel the nerves. He waves the crowd off with a shush motion and then turns, gestures for the song to start. He catches your eye, anxious, quells your nerves by taking your hand and squeezing it. Don’t worry, he mouths. I’m here.
You identify the song before two seconds of it even play, and the realization is breathtaking: your favorite. You shut your eyes and let a huge smile come onto your face, laughing. You almost can’t believe him for this.
He starts off the song, taking your hand and leading you into a dance. Don’t go breaking my heart.
You twirl around him, exaggerating your movements and smiling. I couldn’t if I tried.
Somehow, you find dexterity, flow in the movements, the words. Maybe because you love the song so much. Charles matches your enthusiasm, singing loudly and exaggerating his accent to incite laughs from the onlookers. When he speeds up, so do you, allowing both of you to join in an upbeat rhythm that leaves you panting.
Ooh-hoo, nobody knows it, you both sing, laughing and shimmying toward each other. You both point and laugh, joining hands again when the chorus ends to sing your lines all over again. Charles always leads you well, alert as he is excited, letting you melt into him, adapt to the dance. You feel like you’re floating.
Don’t go breaking my heart, he sings.
I won’t go breaking your heart, you sing back, ducking underneath your hands, laughing.
The tension, warmth, spark between you grow as the song begins to close, your words breathless, faces flushed with alcohol and semi-exhaustion. Even if your face seems to show it, though, you find you’re not tired at all, smiling as your heart beats faster. You pull away, dancing to the last bits of the song, having let go of all your worries, nerves. Why were you ever nervous? You always trusted him.
The song fades to an end when you pull together, faces as close as they’d ever been. You’re both breathing heavy with the intensity of your dance, smiling. You shut your eyes, laugh, with the ecstasy of this moment. From the crowd, the bartender yells: “Ora bacia! Kiss!”
Both you and Charles turn to the crowd, who quickly cheer him on, and laugh. But they’re not kidding, you realize—they’re all yelling kiss in unison, intermittent whoops and cheers joining the chant. It’s like a rural Italian version of an MLB kiss cam.
You turn back to Charles, who’s looking at you already. His eyes dart to your lips. You’d never done it before—appearances never went that far—but the crowd is unrelenting, and you nod back when he cocks his head to the side in silent question. Like always, you’re nervous. And again, like always, he helps you through it.
Warmth blossoms through your chest when he leans in and presses your lips together.
That would’ve been enough to satisfy the crowd, you think, but neither of you pull away. Sparks ignite your stomach, your hands looping around his neck, his around your waist. You kiss him back effortlessly, like you’d done this a million times before. You feel him smile against your own smile, laugh when you laugh.
The kiss is nothing if not dizzying, the perfect kind, the kind of the fairytale variety. His lips are soft, a bit chapped, against yours; when your tongues meet, they taste like aperol spritz and beer. Your hands tighten around his neck, like you need him still against you, when you both pull away for air. The crowd cheers.
You barely even hear them, staring into his eyes.
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The night becomes cloudy, raining softly over the hills when everybody’s done singing; Charles boards Apollonia and like always, you wrap your hands around him, leaning against his back. You’re a bit tipsy, but above all, you’re utterly conflicted with how everything’s seemed to turn in on itself within the last few days.
The rain only grows as Charles revs harder, and the Vespa skids to a screeching, horrible stop. Thankfully, you’re not far from the farmhouse, so you don’t walk much; still, both of you are drenched, Charles’ arms stained with motor oil that drips off with the force of the rain. He stows away the bike, turns back to you. You’re looking at him expectantly.
“What is this?” You demand, raising your voice.
“Rain,” he replies blankly.
“This.” You wag a finger in between you both. “We kissed in Antonio’s pub, Charles. And we might—we might tell ourselves it was because of the crowd’s pressure, but we know. We both know that kiss was for nobody but us.”
He wipes a hand over his face. “What do you want it to be?”
“I don’t know,” you say honestly, sighing. Your hair is dripping with rain. “I really don’t.”
“I’ll tell you what I want,” he says. And he pauses, like he always does when he’s unsure, nervous, bumbling, and then blurts it out. “You—I want you. I was a fool to realize it late. But years of being with you, around you… I should’ve known earlier, I—”
“Charles,” you cut in, not expecting the sudden rawness. “No, no.”
“You’ve got to realize,” he says desperately. “I do. I constantly think of you, feel for you, look for you, look at you. I’ve known you for so long, I always end up liking you all over again. Everything comes back to you. Seeing you here, a place I love—seeing you love it here—listening to you sing, dancing with you—don’t you—haven’t you gotten it yet—?”
You stare at him.
You’re faraway, on the clouds, dry from the rain, when he says it. I love you.
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The morning after is quiet, muted. You drown in your own overbearing thoughts.
“Got a lot on your mind?” You emerge from them quick, eyes darting over to Charles’ two aunts leaning by the doorframe of the dining room. You offer a polite smile, hoping it hides the conflict in the recesses of your mind.
“A bit,” you reply.
“Come join us,” Mia offers. “We will pick lemons outside. For lunch.”
You take a basket from the entryway and follow them through the front door and onto the yard, matching their slow pace, relishing in the morning sun that hasn’t yet grown too hot.
Tuscany is beautiful. Despite your best efforts, you’d grown to love it here over the course of the week. The hilly terrain, the fruit, the constant goat sightings, the bike rides to town where you clutch Charles’ shirt out of fear you might fall off.
They seem to spot good lemons within milliseconds, balding the branches in minutes. Perhaps because of your own cloudy thoughts, or maybe their breakneck speed, you fail to catch up, and they notice.
Mia again brings you out of your thoughts, guiding you three to the next tree. “Are you upset, bambina? Is Charles being a pest?”
“Oh, God, no,” you say with a laugh. “We—he’s a great tour guide. I never explored Italy before, and it’s beautiful here. He bikes me to town, because I can’t, uh, ride, unfortunately. He transacts for me, because my Italian is hopeless. He buys wine and cheese and lets me pet sheep when we bike past them on the hills.”
“Bambini innamorati.” Mia sighs fondly. “What is it you like about Charles?”
You hum, thinking. There are lots of things you like about Charles, but surely his family share the same sentiments. What’s unique? What about him is just yours? “His humor, I suppose,” you say. “He finds the fun in everything, even in competition, in boredom. Everywhere else, his good traits—everyone knows them. A stellar driver, charming, kind. Good-looking. But his humor, I think… I think he reserves his weirdest jokes, his best laughs, for the best people in his life. I’m just glad I’m there.”
Giulia is the next to speak, slow and encouraging, prompting you with a question you’d once dreaded but now feel excitement to hear: “Tell me again, how you and Charles met?”
It’s a rehearsed story, with bits of lies that you and Charles had to insert to make it appear more romantic and less coworker-esque. But you’d only told the short version before. To some journalists, to his cousin. You figure you’ll lie less and tell a more unabridged version. “Oh, okay,” you say, nervous and collecting your thoughts.
“I work with Charles. I was spending time with him a lot, so naturally, we became somewhat friends. Not very close, but comfortable enough. I had to take pictures and videos for him and his teammate, so we really were together a lot. I suppose that’s how we met. How we became… something more, is a totally different story. I think the best thing about it was that neither of us were looking for it.”
You breathe, pausing. “It simply happened—despite both of us not expecting, not needing a relationship, it happened anyway. Almost funny, how young people like myself look for the moment of love at first sight. The staggering moment of eye contact and realizing you’ve met your soulmate. But—it wasn’t like that for me. It happened slowly, like I had to dissect what I felt. Like my heart had always known, so I had to catch up with myself and realize I…”
You pause. You really aren’t lying. “…I’m in love with him.”
Giulia and Mia exchange a knowing look over the branches.
—
“So, are you dating?” Natalie asks. It’s the first race of the season, and everyone’s excited—but this interview moves slowly, Charles dictating the flow of it himself. He smiles.
“Yes, we are.”
“Well, there’d been rumors a few months ago that this was a PR stunt, calculated by your new officer, Jenna Griffin. So, tell me again, are you dating? For real?”
Charles seeks you in the crowd of the meet-and-greet fans, finds you in the front row. You roll your eyes when he smiles fondly at you. A Tuscany trip and several months later, he thinks, has changed everything.
For the better. “For real.”
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Isn’t it funny? | ♡ ☯️ [1k]
Summary: Carlos doesn’t find it so funny when your laughing while he’s trying to talk some sense into you, so he decides to fuck you until you can’t laugh anymore.
don’t leave me professor | ♡ ☯️ ☁ [4.7k]
Summary: you got a bad grade on your Spanish exam, that's the reason why professor sainz called you in his office, right?
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Summary: You really thought that Carlos, who’s basically your boss, needs some help with the informations of the upcoming projects, but you never thought that it was just a trap from the two Ferrari drivers to help you relax… in a very loud and messy way.
i love your hands | ♡ ✰ [1.5k]
Summary: You slowly noticed how you got more and more obsessed with Carlos’s hands… what you didn’t notice tho, was how Carlos noticed that aswell — and what kind of boyfriend would he be if he wouldn’t show you that in the best way possible.
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Summary: After receiving multiple creepy letters by an unknown stranger, you scarily run into the arms of your sweet, spanish neighbour carlos — sadly, you ran into the worst embrace you could have possibly ran into.
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it’s always been you, angel | ☁ ✰ [0.7k]
Summary: you had a bad dream and the only person that entered your mind when you woke up from your terrible nightmare was the Spanish man that always calls you angel.
Falling Apart | ♡ ✰ [0.6k]
Summary: you weren’t even able to ride your boyfriend anymore, so he had to help you out, watching you closely while doing that as you feel apart on his cock.
Stall | ☯️ [0.6k] // full work on patreon - [1.2k]
Summary: You loved being Charles girlfriend but his teammate, carlos, hated that and he was ready to do everything that’s possible to make you his.
puppy dog eyes | ♡ [0.6k]
Summary: you just couldn’t resist your boyfriend's big, brown, puppy dog eyes — you needed them to look up at you while you’re sitting on his face.
fucktoy | ♡ ✰ [0.7k]
Summary: the f1 grid loves to simply use you as their fucktoy or as a stress relief and nothing else.
pretty mess | ♡ [0.6k]
Summary: carlos loves overstimulating you while you cry and beg for him.
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what he would be like during sex and his kinks he likes to use on you | ♡ ☁️ ✰
brother's best friend!carlos fucking his teammate's little sister dumb | ♡
Is he a dom or a sub? | ♡ ☁️ ✰
brother's best friend!soft!dom!carlos x leclerc!sub!reader + size kink | ♡ // full work on patreon- [1.1k]
how he would protect you from a loud and scary thunderstorm | ☁️ ✰
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Pretty when you cry | ♡♫✰ [2.5k] // full work on patreon - [3.8k]
Summary: After desperately trying to find your brother at a very noisy club, you surprisingly land in the arms of his best friend Charles, and you surprisingly land bend over his kitchen counter while he takes your virginity in a very mean and rough way.
Sore Loser | ♡ [2.5k]
Summary: You knew that you were being a tease when you provoked your boyfriend all night that your dad's team got a podium and he doesn’t, but what you didn’t knew was that Charles already had the perfect plan of how to shut your bratty mouth and make you apologise to him. (based off of this request)
shut up and make your choice | ♡☁️ ☯️ [2.2k]
Summary: As you convinced your older brother to watch SAW 2 with you, you didn’t expect his best friend, Charles, to join you as well…but you couldn’t complain in the end.
evil pair of arms | ♡ ☯️ [1.1k]
Summary: after you’ve been sexually harassed by a guy on a party, you run into the arms of your brothers best friend and teammate, Charles — the worst pair of arms you could have possibly ran into.
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Summary: Since you’re school ordered you to do an internship somewhere you’d like to work at in the future, you decided to do one at the formula one Ferrari company, it was almost like a dream come true seeing everything in real life… little did you know, that from that point on, you’re life would turn into nothing more than a sick and twisted nightmare. (based off of this request)
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crying eyes | ♡☁️✰ [0.9k]
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Summary: you were really in the mood to bake a cake today, and your dear boyfriend was really in the mood to fuck you on the dirty kitchen counter today, whispering the dirtiest things in French into your ear.
I’ll take care of you | ☁️ ☯️ [0.7k]
Summary: You didn’t knew that men could be so gentle and careful with women after they’ve had sex, at least not before you me the sweet Ferrari driver charles leclerc.
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Summary: you loved the wild nights you and charles shared together, but he doesn’t want to continue them anymore…so he breaks it off, and you agree because it’s getting really toxic — or do you?
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Summary: the f1 grid loves to simply use you as their fucktoy or as a stress relief and nothing else.
the sound of the rain | ☯ [0.9k]
Summary: while charles plays the piano and listens to the rain, he can only think of one thing… you — and how you cannot sit next to him anymore.
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shy!charles eating you out for the first time | ♡✰
being Charles new year kiss on the roof | ☁
him touching and kissing you while you enjoy a rather warm bath together | ☁
him reminding you to drink water and stay hydrated | ☁
what he would be like during sex and his kinks he likes to use on you | ♡ ☁️ ✰
Is he a dom or a sub? | ♡ ☁️ ✰
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fucktoy part 2 | ♡ ✰ [0.7k]
Summary: the f1 grid loves to simply use you as their fucktoy or as a stress relief and nothing else.
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what he would be like during sex and his kinks he likes to use on you | ♡ ☁️ ✰
Is he a dom or a sub? | ♡ ☁️ ✰
how he would protect you from a loud and scary thunderstorm | ☁️ ✰
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my brother’s biggest rival | ♡ [1.3k]
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M is for Dangerous | ♡ ☯️ ♫ ✰ [3k]
Summary: After you’ve rejected max a couple of times because of your father, max just couldn’t take it anymore (based off of this request!)
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Summary: Your boyfriend doesn’t like the fact that you’re so nice and sweet to his rivals, so he shows you how good girls like you should get treated.
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fucktoy part 2 | ♡ ✰ [0.7k]
Summary: the f1 grid loves to simply use you as their fucktoy or as a stress relief and nothing else.
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what he would be like during sex and his kinks he likes to use on you | ♡ ☁️ ✰
Is he a dom or a sub? | ♡ ☁️ ✰
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Dark Paradise | ♡ ♫ ☯ ✰ [1.3k]
Summary: After successfully getting away from your crazy ex boyfriend, you thought that you never have to see him again…you were definitely wrong — and you’ve noticed that as soon as you woke up with tape tightly bound around your wrists and a familiar man standing next to your bed in the middle of the night.
Bloody Heartbeat | ☯ ✰ [1k]
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rbr!dom!seb proving you that he can fuck you better that lewis ever could | ♡ ✰
mean!dom!rbr!seb fucking sub!horner!reader in a teasing way | ♡
what he would be like during sex and his kinks he likes to use on you | ♡ ☁️ ✰
dark!ex!rbr!seb breaking into your house and telling you that you’ll die together after beating your date unconscious | ☯ ✰
Is he a dom or a sub? | ♡ ☁️ ✰
Sugar daddy seb! | ♡ ☁️ ✰
how he would protect you from a loud and scary thunderstorm | ☁️ ✰
him getting mad at you for cheering for his rival | ☯
astonmartin!seb eating you out like a starved men | ♡
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Boys? Men! | ♡ [3k]
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Summary: Your boyfriend ,Toto, wasn’t 100% satisfied with the food you two ate at the restaurant, he wanted something sweeter and he already knew what that would be.
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laying on top of your boyfriends back to fall asleep | ☁️ ✰
him telling you that you are his while spanking you in his office | ♡
what he would be like during sex and his kinks he likes to use on you | ♡ ☁️ ✰
Is he a dom or a sub? | ♡ ☁️ ✰
him forcing you to stay with him and the team | ☯️
how he would protect you from a loud and scary thunderstorm | ☁️ ✰
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˗ ˏ tommydarlings thinking about… ˎ ˗
how he would protect you from a loud and scary thunderstorm | ☁️ ✰
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˗ ˏ O N E S H O T S ˎ ˗
coming soon…
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fucktoy | ♡ ✰ [0.7k]
Summary: the f1 grid loves to simply use you as their fucktoy or as a stress relief and nothing else.
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Summary: daniel is a very jealous and possessive boyfriend, and he’s not afraid to show that.
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how he would protect you from a loud and scary thunderstorm | ☁️ ✰
him catching you secretly admiring him while he’s working out | ☁️ ✰
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Attention to Detail - C.L
AN: Hi guys! If anyone knows how to make a masterlist please message me because I don't know how to start one lol! I am also not so goo with ending stories so please forgive me!
Summary: You think Charles forgets something important!
You woke up from the usual 6am alarm. Usually you would just turn the other way as Charles gets up and ready for his morning workout, but today was your day. You weren’t a selfish person by any means but you absolutely loved your birthday. You loved getting the phone calls from relatives and friends, singing you happy birthday. Loved getting the presents from your parents, as they were always silly and something you would never think of getting. But most importantly you loved having Charles to yourself for the day. It wasn’t often that you got to spend a whole 24 hours with your boyfriend of 2 years, so a day like this was always special.
As soon as you heard the annoying ring, you opened your eyes to the most beautiful sight. Charles' arm above his head, flexing as he fluttered open his hazy green eyes. His chest tanned and glowing from the sunrise peeking through the curtains. You started tracing your fingers across his exposed chest, not able to keep yourself from touching the beautiful man beside you.
“Good morning mon amour.” The raspiness of his morning voice sends shivers down your spine.
“Good morning Cha.” You lean on your elbows to give your man a peck on his cute button nose. He smiles and moves his hands to rub your back. You two just stare at each other for a little bit, both thinking about how you are so lucky.
“I have to get dressed before Andreas gets here.” You pout and give him your best puppy eyes. He just laughs and gives you a kiss before he moves to get out of bed and into the bathroom.
You thought about how weird it was that he didn’t even say happy birthday to you, but you didn’t read too much into it as you began to think about what Charles has planned for you both today. Last year, he surprised you and flew you and your parents out to Paris and you guys had dinner in the Eiffel tower. You never been to Paris and you always expressed how badly you wanted to go to Charles. He was a hopeless romantic when it came to you. When you couldn’t make it to a race because of work, he always came back with flowers. If you were in the office he would often surprise you with lunch if he had time in between meetings. Your mind was running with all sorts of ideas of what could be the plans for the day. Maybe a picnic on the beach? A whole boat day? Maybe he is taking me out for a spa day, since I told him a couple of days ago that I wanted to go get massages with him!
Your creative mind came to a stop when you saw him walk out with the all black Puma workout attire. He smiles softly seeing you sitting up on the bed. He walks over to you to give you a kiss on the cheek. He grabs his socks from the drawer by the bedside, and starts putting his socks and shoes on.
“After my workout I have a couple of meetings and then Carlos wants to have dinner together to discuss the upcoming season. You should call Isa and go out together today.”
“Oh…. um okay.” You tried putting on your best fake smile, but how could he forget your birthday? You were angry but you didn’t want Charles to feel bad about forgetting so you had to suck it up. But even with your best fake smile on, Charles could see right through you.
“What's wrong mon ange?” He came up to you rubbing your arm. You sucked up all the tears threatening to fall, and muster a small smile.
“Nothing Cha. I will call Isa, now go, you don’t want Andreas waiting too long.”
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“I mean how could he forget Isa? It’s not like my birthday changes every year!” You complain as you take a sip of wine.
Isa came over about an hour ago and when you saw her walking through your apartment door you instantly started to cry thinking about your boyfriend's big screw up. Now you both were on the couch wrapped up in blankets drinking the overly expensive wine from your collection.
“He is stupid Y/N……..Hey, I have an idea.” Isa wiggled her eyebrows and you knew that you were about to be in trouble.
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“You look absolutely gorgeous Y/N!” Isa somehow convinced you that you guys should go to a bar that you’ve been wanting to go to. So now you are standing in your bathroom mirror with Isa, putting the finishing touches on your makeup.
When you took a good look at yourself, you had to agree with her. The short, strapless, tight red dress showcased your curves to perfection, your tanned legs looked long and soft with your silver strappy heels. Your makeup highlighted the features on your face and your lips looked so kissable with the sultry clear gloss.
“Are you ready to go?” You gave Isa a tight smile and nodded. You wanted to have fun tonight and forget about your boyfriend's forgetfulness.
Since Isa drove here, she offered to drive to the bar. You have driven past the bar before in the past so you found it weird that she was taking the long way. You also noticed that she was looking at her phone every minute, but you didn’t say anything as you were just thinking about how she must've been lost. She finally pulled up to the parking lot of the beachside bar and when she parked the car, she looked at you and smiled.
“Let's have some fun Y/N.” Isa stepped out of the car and you followed. You noticed how quiet the place seemed to be from the inside even though there was a good amount of cars parked outside. When you reached the door Isa made you look at her, and she fixed a couple of pieces of hair that had fallen in your face. She then smiled at you and opened the door.
“SURPRISE!” You whipped your head to see that inside the bar had been a bunch of family and friends crowded around balloons and streamers. You were in shock, you covered your chest with your hand, taken back by the grand gesture. You looked around at everyone and noticed that most of them were your friends from the states that you haven’t seen in months. You ran towards them, squealing with joy. They gave you a group hug as you all laughed and swayed back and forth. Your friends let you go out of their embrace, noticing someone special had made their way.
“Happy birthday mon amour.” You let the tears fall as you turned around to see his beautiful green eyes. You threw your arms around him and he immediately reciprocated the action.
“I thought you forgot.” You whispered in his ear.
“I could never forget the most special day of the year.” You laughed at his cheesiness. He continued on.
“I remember a couple of weeks ago you mentioned you wish you could see your friends from the states for your birthday. So I flew them out here as a surprise.” You hugged him even tighter, scared that if you spoke you would break down into happy tears. You couldn’t believe how you found a man that remembers and notices the little things. He was the most amazing man you have ever met, so when you pulled away from the hug you grabbed his face and gave him a kiss.
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Boy's Talk (About You) - Chapter 8
Chapter 8 - take me anywhere but home
word count: 1957
masterpost.
synopsis everyone has their secrets, a group chat formed by charles leclerc, pierre gasly, alex albon, lando norris and george russell knows all of them. the 'kill the grid' chat has only one purpose: gossiping about other drivers' lives, romantic and social
or, a casual chat leads to charles confessing a crush on max, who's has been his rival since childhood
If Charles was still half asleep, the iMessage notifications coming from Max definitely woke him up. All the nervousness and anxiety from last night made sense: Max was leaving Brazil and his girlfriend to spend New Years in Monaco. But what were his intentions behind such a sudden decision? If Max really broke up with her, then he wouldn’t be texting the older one on a cold December morning. Or would he? Max Verstappen was a confusing person. One night, he says he’s not happy with his girlfriend, the other he goes on a private padel match with his ex-rival. Things seem to go well between them.
It’s when he posts a photo with his girlfriend after the race that tears everything apart. Still in his racing suit. Messy hair. Still sweating. Everything that belonged to Charles and to him only. In fact, Max was his. Who does she think she is? Charles only thought about how he could talk so casually about Kelly right before calling him “Charlie” and pushing him as far away from Lance as possible in the sprint podium. It was driving him insane — More than he already is. After eternal minutes discussing his own love life and its frustrations, Charles notices he left Max on read, he had accidentally opened the app and his conversation with the other one.
“charlie: good morningg “
“charlie: i am! are u okay? “
Charles was really at a loss at words, so he decided to pretend that he didn’t know where Max was nor that he was a few meters from the blonde’s house.
“maxiee: yeah “
“maxiee: just had a little change of plans and came back to monaco “
“charlie: oh really? “
“charlie: did anything happen or? “
“maxiee: can we talk about this in person? “
“maxiee: we can go to that café you mentioned in the padel match “
He… Remember. Their meeting (date?) was months ago, and he remembers it. Something he slightly mentioned once in a lifetime, and he recalls it in perfect detail. Charles wonders if Max remembers everything that pondered his mind. He asks himself if he recalls their discussions back in their karting days, or when they slowly started to use pet names for the first time. In the end, did Max realize that they were made for each other, even though they were predestined to fight for a whole life?
“charlie: of course! what time? “
“maxiee: im just getting ready, i’ll be there in a couple minutes “
“maxiee: nothing is too far here “
Charles giggles at the last message, like he always did when he exchanged messages with his beloved. After all, it was more of a date orchestrated by Max — he is good at setting up dates so subtly. Or maybe Charles just accepts every invite from the other. — and again, alone together. A more casual reunion this time: without any sport or anyone that could get in their way. It seemed like a dream, Charles hoped it wasn’t.
He didn’t even mind telling his friends of such an important event, just got up from his bed and quickly got ready. Casual clothing and sunglasses to go unnoticed. It wasn’t easy to go on a date in broad daylight in a city as small as Monte Carlo.
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It really didn't take long for them to meet. That little cafeteria was one of the secret gems of Monaco, hidden between beautiful historic buildings. As Charles arrived, he already could see Max, stirring coffee and sugar on the delicate little cup. He was looking down, his face with little to no emotion, more like hesitant of… something.
The doorbell ring filled the quiet place when the older entered the place getting the other's attention, which gave a soft and kinda sad smile to him. A smile that wasn't common as the post race ones or those shared in press conferences. ‘This is not the moment to overthink your relationship with him.’ Charles thought.
“I’m not late this time. '' Leclerc broke the awkward silence between them as he sat down. “Yeah… I mean, you live around here, no?” Max sounded somewhat different. Nervous? Sad? Reading his feelings through his face wasn’t Charles’ best ability. “So remember when I told you I would spend New Years in Brazil?”
“Of course! I was also about to ask you about it. Why did you come back home?” He said as he sat down. Home. Not the best wording at the moment, given that he’s actually Dutch and we are somewhere around near South France. It’s what they say: ‘home is where the heart is’. “Like… Did anything happen?”
“Yeah, uh…” Apprehensive. A worried tone filled his voice. “Me and Kelly had a little fight right after Christmas and I thought it would be better for us to part ways. She wasn’t very willing to but… Can I be honest? I was growing tired of being stuck with her.”
Stuck with her. Stuck. Max was tired. Max doesn't like her. At All. Charles felt like his chest was collapsing in the best way possible. How was he supposed to act normally and feel pity for them when butterflies filled his stomach?
“And you know, I only kept the relationship up because of her daughter…” Verstappen smiled while looking at the cup. The older’s intrusive thoughts were telling to adopt a child with that man. He was such a good dad after all! “And PR too. I think our love wasn't reciprocal… I was there for the kid and she was for the status of being a Formula One driver's girlfriend.”
“Oh Max… That's too bad. I’m so sorry for you” A pitiful look surged on Charles’ face, trying to show empathy and not that he was going insane over all of this. “I’m sure you and her will be able to meet again.” A shy smile appeared on the younger’s face when ocean and emerald eyes met. A comfortable silence surrounded them, only the ambient sound and smell of fresh coffee filled the empty café.
“Now that we are on the topic, it may sound rude but I need to get this off my chest. I doubt you two would still be together if you didn't win in 2021.” Still apprehensive, Charles felt safe to talk shit about Max’s ex-girlfriend. When he saw the other’s eyes glitter at the comment, he was sure: the blonde has been waiting forever to do this. “You doubt? I'm 100% sure! After we left RedBull’s party she started talking about marriage, mate. Can you believe that!?”
Minutes that felt like hours passed by. Charles and Max talked about many secrets they've kept for each other for the mere thought of “this is not something you usually tell your best friend, especially when he’s dating a person you don’t really like”. In fact, they would never get to these specific topics – mostly about relationships. Maybe both were scared of oversharing and confessing their true love, ruining it all for once. The older didn't know if delusional thoughts took over, but he felt things were getting intimate, at some point, their feet touched and so their legs proceeded to slightly intertwine.
They didn’t even bother to order food or anything. — and so the waiters did not ask them to. Perhaps it was an obvious date to whoever passed by. When leaving, Max only paid for this coffee cup that was now cold, half drunken and long forgotten on the table. Both got so deep in conversation they forgot the world keeps spinning, and the day goes by, like they always do. Like it always happens. If you didn’t know, you would guess that they were long-distance boyfriends meeting for the first time.
It was almost dusk when they left the café. The orange-ish colors in the sky implied the sun was setting, and so Max and Charles decided to walk home. Staying side by side on a very narrow sidewalk made their shoulders brush at all times.
As they got closer to Leclerc’s house, he noticed that Max started to tense up. Was he scared of something? Scared of leaving Charles? That reaction started to worry him but as soon as they got to the older’s doorstep he spoke up, point blank:
“I… Charlie, the true meaning behind this all-of-a-sudden meeting is that… You are the love of my life. I’m sorry for not noticing it earlier.” Max stuttered, a subtle way to let the other know it was hidden and buried deep inside with fear for years and years. Maybe even his whole life. It drove Charles insane. It’s like he was feeling every single emotion at the same time. He swore he was dying or something. The older man fought every desire to kiss him right here in the middle of an empty sideroad right in front of his house, but he knew it would appear in every headline in worldwide newspapers. “Charles ‘il predestinato’ Leclerc is found kissing Life-long rival Max Verstappen”. That is not the best way to be in the news, probably something that would end their careers or worse: their friendship. With no words left to say, Charles just hugged him tight as if he would disappear at any time. “Je t'aime moi aussi, mon amour” He said as one or two teardrops slid across his cheek.
Feeling something wet hit his shoulder, Max broke the hug but still kept their bodies suspiciously close. He held the other’s face with both big hands as their eyes met once again, but now with much more compassion. After all they’ve gone through, all their ups and downs brought them to this moment. What they’ve been waiting for.
“Wait wait wait.” Charles popped the little bubble they builded to protect themselves from the rest of the world. “Can we get inside first? I mean, it’s very romantic to kiss in the middle of the crosswalk I know but we’re kinda famous so yeah…” Max chuckled at the comment. “Of course we can, schatje”
He unlocked the door and let Verstappen enter as if nothing almost happened a few seconds ago. “Uh… So are-” He’s interrupted by the softest of lips crashing into his own, almost cornering him into a wall like a (ironically) raging bull. For the very first seconds they are both surprised by the feeling but locked in very quickly. This kiss felt like heaven, the way both mouths swayed together felt like they were pieces to a puzzle, just waiting for it to be finally found and placed together. It was definitely not what Charles thought it would be like but it was good nonetheless.
They only broke the kiss when there was no oxygen left in their bodies still, they stayed close, panting and hanging on by a thread of spit. Leclerc hid his face on his lover’s shoulder and started giggling, ending up with a lowkey confused Max.
“Why are you laughing?” He said, with a broad smile on his face. Charles’ laugh was contagious.
“This is so stupid. Why did we take so long to do this?”
It all came down to them snuggling together in Charles’ bed. The moonlight that invaded the room through a slightly opened window shines in their features, giving both an godly look. After a whole day spent with Max, Leclerc seemed to forget about his friends, who might’ve gone insane by his disappearance. So he was right: when checking his phone he’s welcomed with 86 missed calls, – all coming from 4 different people – and at least 300 messages coming from his group chat, Kill the Grid. Charles opens it, doesn’t read any of the past messages and starts typing.
“charlie: guys, youll never know what just happened '' Send it.
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Monte Carlo : Charles Leclerc AU
pairing : charles leclerc x fem reader
summary : inspired by 'monte carlo' staring selena gomez. a tale of two sisters, one announced as heiress and one just a backup incase something bad happened.
warning(s) : french-google translated
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next : part two
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author's note : hi all. i know i have a lot of explaining to do but, what i can say is that, i am sorry. i cannot go on with the 'corpse bride timothée chalamet au', because i felt out of interest for him (same goes with my past relationships, a bit personal sorry). recently i posted a formula one driver imagine and it was the bomb and i found that it has piqued a lot of people than what i posted before the imagine. i am sorry once again but i have no longer interest in writing about timothée chalamet anymore and right after i posted all ten parts of 'the parent trap', there will be no second season or whatever you called after a second part of a whole series. so yea, i hope this one also pique your interest and liking and as always, enjoy.
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a sun rises as a sign that the next day has come by and a new day has started. a social work course university student, y/n thomas, brisk-walked through her way to her faculty building placed in university of sydney as she was late for her 8-am class. "i'm late, i'm late, i'm late." was all muttered from her mouth as she walked through a sea of people here and there.
"this is all grace's fault for taking me to that stupid party." y/n mumbled, and as she almost reached her class, she almost slipped off to the floor while grabbing the door handle. a hand, not hers, grabbed her by her waist, stablized her back to her feet. "woah there, steady." an almost-french male voice was heard. y/n looked up and it was one of her classmates. it felt like a korean drama moment but both y/n and the guy snapped out of it once they realized where they're at. "uh, sorry and thanks." y/n said and she opened the door, entered the class hall, trying not to disturb the ongoing class.
"as you all are fully aware, next year will be your field education 1. be sure you are ready in preparing whichever places you picked and make sure that you have contacted your advisor regarding the locations you've picked whether it is suitable or not." the professor, dr. aikenmann explained and after that, the class continues on.
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there was a knock on a huge bedroom door by one of the helpers. "mademoiselle, c'est déjà le matin. (miss, it is the morning already.)" said the helper. "attends une minute. (wait a minute.)" a young woman answered as she was half-fully awake, patting on her fluffy cover blanket, searching for her beloved cat, samuel. as she felt the fur body of a cat, she smiled while her eyes were still shut. "te voilà. (there you are.)" she mumbled.
"good morning mother, father."
"good morning my sweetheart." mother replied as she was sipping her tea. mother wasn't her real mother, it was a step-mother. marie auclair-thomas, heiress herself to her father's company, being one of the most stock-share holder from the company itself. despite that, after the marriage with beau thomas himself, two of three beau's children left nice, french. but not amélie colette thomas, she was announced as a heiress and it was her duty to stay in nice for the sake of company's stock holders.
it has been five years since then.
"morning buttercup." father replied as he was scrolling his tablet, probably reading news or look into this morning stocks condition. "remember, you have to come with me to paris later on." father said as he set his glasses on the dining table, on top of the tablet. "is it about that racing thing? can i pass?" amélie asked as she took a bit from her toast. "no you cannot sweetie. you have a reputation and people need to see the heiress in the company." father explained. "what am i? paris hilton?" amélie replied smugly. "oh sweetheart, our company is one of the teams sponsor, of course you need to go and show your face at the race. even paris hilton went to the race and met her drivers. what was it honey?" mother explained as she looked at father's way. "mclaren i believe." father added and amélie, being herself, a snobby little brat, sighed heavily. "okay, okay." amélie said. "i'll go to your stupid race." amélie added.
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"hey, y/n right?" a male's voice was heard as y/n turned around and saw the earlier guy that caught in a moment with her as well. "urm yea." confused, y/n stopped her walking and fully turned her body. "i was just wondering, if you would like to meet up with the advisor together because i realized that we do have the same advisor." the guy said and realization hit on y/n.
"oh yea, and you are?"
"robert."
as they walked their way to the their academic advisor's office regarding the field education, they saw their advisor, professor dans, talking to some other students. "professor dans." robert said as they approached the professor and the students. the students dismissed. "oh hi robert, y/n, here to talk about your field education?" professor dans asked as her hand was on the door handle. "yes professor dans, we would like to ask for your suggestions as well." y/n added as robert nodded at her. professor dans smiled as she opened up her room office, entering and turning on the lights and air condition while saying, "please come in."
both robert and y/n entered the room office and professor dans made a gesture to ask them to take a seat each at the sofa that was placed in the room office while professor dans take a seat at the single seated sofa. "so what do you have in mind?" professor dans asked. "uh.." robert started. "i was thinking to do it at my home country, doing some volunteering works there." robert stated as professor dans nodded her head yes. "i see, interesting. it does have volunteering center there yes?" professor dans asked. "because if you just doing a volunteering job with having an office then your field education will be 'not complete', you need to find an office that does the job because you're still a student, not a volunteer worker." professor dans reasoned. she's good, no wonder they called her professor dansgon as in dragon. she looks all sweet on the outside but in reality, her words are kinda harsh but sometimes can bring down someone's self-esteem.
"how about you y/n, have you thought of yours? if not, please don't waste my time." ouch, professor dans said. her true colors are truly showing up.
"actually, i would like to do in unicef if it is possible?" y/n replied unsurely as professor dans just stared at her. then she just sighed. "look children, doing volunteer job is good because that is what your major is but don't forget, doing your field education while volunteering requires a lot of paperworks, you might have no time because doing volunteer job means most of your time totally focused on the jobs. you won't have enough time for your paperworks and never forget, you have to make a presentation once your field education ends. have you two even thinking about all of these?" professor dans snapped. y/n just biting hard on her bottom lip, an old, bad habit of hers while robert just looked down. professor dans continued on looking at them.
"listen, i give you two to rethink over this matter and come back to finalize on your field education. remember, as important in helping people, you need to know where your ground is as a student." professor dans said, and then dismissed.
"WHAT A BITCH!" grace's voice rose up as their surroundings were looking at them. y/n stared at grace with bored in her eyes as she knew how grace's reaction when came things like this. "who does she thinks she is?" grace continued. "a professor and an advisor and also an educator, no doubt she would say things like that grace." y/n explained. grace sighed. "but still, don't need to be so bitchy about it." grace defended, being a good friend which y/n being thankful for, sometimes grace don't know when to know how to limit her supportive self.
to y/n, it is common for an educator like professor dans being like that. because she (professor dans) knows what will happen if just solely doing what she (y/n) planned before. right now, she just wants sleep away the thought of wanting to kill professor dans for being her dragon self.
y/n sighed as she sloped her head on the dining hall table, groaning. grace looked at her best friend as she sipping on her milk tea. "you know, you could ask your sister about this." grace mentioned. y/n snapped her head at grace. her eyed were as if she could shallow grace alive right now, without a doubt. "i mean, that dragon did mention on how you need to apply from a company and duhh, your dad's company held a charity event for some children' helping solidarity whatever right?" grace said. y/n sighed once again. "i guess, i'll ask her later on." y/n said.
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"welcome along to the france grand prix, which could be the last french grand prix." an announcer announced as the screen of the circuit shown. "it is round 12, as we headed to part two to this formula 1 season in 2022 as we take place over 53 laps." the announcer continues as the graphic of a circuit shown where the race took place in.
amélia who stood in the ferrari hospitality, fanning herself as the heat from outside haven't left from her yet. "ugh, can't this thing get over with?" amélia grumbled to herself as she stood and watched her father's back alongside with ferrari's team principal fred. beau turned around to see amélia awkwardly stood there while fanning herself. "fred, this is my daughter, amélia. sweetheart, this is fred, ferrari's very own team principal." beau introduced as fred laughed to himself, humoured by beau's introduction. "pleasure to meet you fred." amélia said plainly. fred who understood, just smiled, knowing that not all can accept this kind of sport. "pleasures all mine madamoiselle, what a beautiful daughter came from a beautiful father aye?" fred said as he nudged beau's arm as beau just chuckled.
"ah charles." fred called as a guy in red suit walked by while sipping on his long strawed-bottle. the guy named charles walked over to fred. "i want you to meet amélia thomas, daughter of beau thomas." fred introduced as charles looked over to a girl who looked kinda annoyed by being here. "miss." charles said as he nodded his head. amélia, just nodded her head back, making things more awkward. "ah charles, pleasure to meet the driver that will bring victory to this team." beau said as he pat on charles' back, making charles chuckled to himself. "that is fluttering comibg from you sir. thank you." charles said while beau pat charles' back. "i need to go now, i'll see you later on mr thomas." charles said and off he goes to the ferrari's garage.
"let's go amé, the race is about to start." beau said while amélia walked towards the paddock, amélia's phone went off, signalling a notification.
hey ames, i was wondering if father's company still accepting field education student? - y/n sis
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get him back!
carlos sainz x ex!reader
warnings: not proof-read and swearing
part one | part two | part three | part four below!
now, y/n doesn't care about him anymore
i met a guy in the summer and I left him in the spring,
he argued with me about everything,
he had an ego and a temper and a wandering eye,
he said he's six-foot-two and I'm like: dude, nice try!
she met him in summer, sun shining
left him in the spring, rain pouring
he wouldn't shut his mouth
about all the other girls he could have
such a big red flag,
lied about his height
and a lot more stuff than y/n liked
but in the end
who gives a shit?
but he was so much fun and he had such weird friends
and he would take us out to parties and the night would never end
another song, another club, another bar, another dance
and when he said something wrong, he'd just fly me to france!
but the night outs with him were so damn fun
his stupid friends with their drunk asses
one party after another
and never-ending nights
one party after another
'feeling down, y/n?'
next destination, monaco!
so i miss him some nights when i'm feeling depressed
till i remember every time he made a pass on my friend
do i love him? Do i hate him? i guess it's up and down
if i had to choose, i would say right now,
and so y/n missed those nights
where things would lead to the bed,
but all those times he slept with her friends
could not leave her head
did she really love him?
or hate him?
well...
i wanna get him back
i wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad
oh, i wanna get him back
'cause then again i really miss him and it makes me real sad
oh, i want sweet revenge and i want him again
i want to get him back, back, back
she wanted vengeance
she wanted to kiss his friends, make him feel sorry
but also
she wanted him for herself
she missed him so damn much
she wanted revenge, she wanted his love
she wanted to get
him
back!
so i write him all these letters, then i throw them in the trash
'cause i miss the way he kisses and the way he made me laugh
yeah, i pour my little heart out, but as i'm hitting 'send'
i picture all the faces of my disappointed friends
'hi carlos'
'how are you?'
'hi bab- oh wait-
you're not my babe anymore'
but i want you so bad
i need you to kiss me and make me laugh
tell me the jokes you tell to her
i want you
come over
here's my address
but oh
goddamn it, y/n
he's not worth anything
your friends will be so disappointed in you
because everyone knew all of the shit that he'd do
he said i was the only girl, but that just wasn't the truth
and when i told him how he hurt me, he'd tell me i was tripping
but i am my father's daughter, so maybe i could fix him!
it was no surprise
that he left y/n
everyone knew he was a son of a bitch
he went with other girls and told her she was the only one
y/n tried so hard
to fix it all, tell him how he'd hurt her
but she was her father's daughter
and her father was no coward
y/n vowed to show carlos what he was missing
oh, i wanna key his car
i wanna make him lunch
i wanna break his heart
stitch it right back up
i wanna kiss his face, with an uppercut
i wanna meet his mum, and tell her her son sucks, yeah!
f1 car or road car, she wanted to destroy it, destroy him
but y/n wanted to make him lunch, tell him how much she loved him
she wanted to make him jealous, break his heart
but she wanted to be the one
to mend it for him
she wanted to kiss his handsome face
with an uppercut
she wanted to meet his mum
and tell her
how her son is
a
liar
reyesvdec <;/3
monday, 23rd march
hi reyes, can you ask carlos where he is? he won't answer my calls.
Hello love, of course!
He's out with some friends, he'll be back later!
ok!
thursday, 25th march
reyes, where is carlos?
reyes, i think he's with someone else
what do i do?
reyes, please
please?
today, 3:54 am
i hate your son, reyes
delivered
AHH i love the little text messages in the end, idk why i liked writing that so much?? also i think this might be the last part but i'll defo write some more carlos and oscar fics if you're up for it!!
what can i say, thank you so damn much for reading my fics, it means the world to me <3
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lucky charm
read part 1 here lovelies
Charles Leclerc finds his son's paediatrician a little bit too pretty not to ask her on a date right before the Monaco GP.
pairing: charles leclerc x reader
words: 7120
warnings: mentions of trauma, fluff (lots);
requested: yes
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“I have to take you in advance – you will be the one to be patient with two Leclercs from now on instead of just one.”
“Do you think we are ready for this?” You questionably asked as you side-glared at Charles standing right next to you with arms crossed at his chest anxiously looking at you back, “It will be a lot of work for both of us, you know this.” You added, making Charles even more concerned about the whole situation.
Charles sighed, “It is fairly an important step into our relationship, and I screwed it up once already many years ago and everybody knows about that episode in my life since the internet was so keen on what I was doing back then, and I really do not want to mess up again.” He then spoke, nervously stretching his arms back as if he was getting ready for a battle, “But it is you – I know I cannot screw it up if I have you help.” Charles then spoke, dearly looking at you as he titled his head.
You nodded as you patted the man’s shoulder, “Just a warning – I am as horrendous as you are at this.” You spoke after a light soft sigh, “We are in this together, right?” You inquired, mimicking Charles’ head movement as you knew that it drove him completely crazy seeing you all cute and pleading.
Charles chuckled then took your head into both of his hands to place a tender peak on the top of your lips, “We are in this together.”
In exactly what you were two together in sickness and health and what was so consuming for the both of you? Cooking your first dinner together and not going out for your date that evening.
Charles showed you earlier that day the cooking challenge with Carlos where they had to cook pasta and how terrible it went for both. You laughed with your smile up to your ears watching the clip, and that was when Charles challenged you to show him how proper pasta had to be cooked if you were that boastful with your laughs watching him and his teammate doing it wrong. What Charles was pretty much unaware of was that you despised cooking as well, and yet you knew that making a fool of yourself while cooking in front of him was worth it in exchange of spending time at your place in your tiny, crowded kitchen instead of fancy restaurants that Charles always took you to.
You have been dating Charles for a couple of months now and you were both experiencing the honeymoon phase of your relationship during which it was all about kisses, touches and sex, calls and non-stop texting, and anticipations for the future.
You loved spending time with each other as much as you could, although both of your jobs were not helping at all in this – but summer break has just started for Leclerc, and you were going to take advantage as much as you could by Charles’ presence in Monaco when you were not at your cabinet. And now there you were in yet another kitchen terrifyingly looking at the ingredients you just bought spread over the counter.
You committedly took your aprons and placed them around your waists before you begun, you even bought those from the supermarket to mark the first time you cooked together memorable and as professional as it can be.
After all, you were not there to play with food; you were there to compete against each other.
“Let me tie yours like proper chefs do.” Charles insisted, taking the strings from the back, and making a knot at the front of your waist, “See? Now you look like a proper chef, just like me.” He then spoke, resting his hands still on the curves of your waist, “I never knew I liked women in aprons this much up until now, does that makes me less feminist?” Charles then confessed, scanning you from head to toes before pulling you in for a simple kiss that ended up turning into you already pulling the strings from his “proper chef” apron to get him off Charles.
You declined with a shook of your head, “I do not like men who are not feminists.” You confessed to Charles as your mouth went in a tour from his lips to the chin and then his neck tracing the man’s skin with fleeting kisses and nasty bites, “You are safe, I like you very much so.” You added, seeing a very proud smile from Charles that was perfectly matching yours.
“Oh fuck,” Charles groaned as he felt your fingers going underneath the man’s shirt searching for more skin to scratch harder than last night, “What about the whole cooking thing?” He then pleaded as his grip went tighter around your waist with one arm while the other went up to your neck with the tips of his fingers slightly caressing your chin in the process of kissing you more, and more, and more.
You smiled as you kissed him one last time in between the chuckles, getting your hands off him as you heard both of your stomachs growling for food rather than your bodies lusting for sex, “You are right.” You paused, taking two steps away from him to restrain yourself from jumping again on the man’s neck with both of your arms wrapped around him as well as your legs around his waist, “We need to eat first, I am quite famished.” You confessed, using your hands now to tighten the man’s apron rather than loosening it.
“So am I.” Charles teased in a sultry tone a very thick Monegasque accent, leaning forwards to you again just to get a hold of your neck to leave there a mark using the sharpness of his teeth just to place a wet kiss over it after the bite.
You shook your head, “Ok, let’s get the food done quick because you are only making it worse now.” You spoke, almost moaning the first words as your body was shaken by Charles’ unholy gestures.
“Ok, let’s go baby.” Charles clapped in enthusiasm as he rolled up his shirt’s sleeves up to the elbows, and you froze for a little moment there watching him do so – that was the very first time when Charles called you something else instead of your name.
Baby, there was a time when you would have protested for a man calling you baby as you found pet names childish and honestly some of them extremely disturbing but coming from Charles’ mouth baby had a nice ring to it and it made you completely ridiculously giggle as if you woke up on Christmas morning receiving the perfect gift as a ten-year-old girl back in your hometown.
“What’s going on?” Charles confusingly asked looking at you over his shoulder, “Are you laughing because you already think this is going to be easy for you since you know that I suck at this?”
“No, I just think you are cute.” You spoke, wrapping your arms around him from behind to somehow thank him for being such a sweetheart to you, “Boyishly cute.” You spoke, getting on your tiptoes just to kiss the man’s back of the neck before getting your hands dirty alongside with your boyfriend who just instinctively called you “baby” for the very first time in many to come.
Food was not quickly done. You both sucked at cooking, and although you were both aware of that fact – you were not expecting to suck that bad. You overcooked in your first try, and then you decided to take it all from zero and start again. Charles made a chaotic mess in the kitchen trying to spice the sauce right, and you were not making anything easier by being an even worse catastrophe in the kitchen when it came to cut the meat or shaving the parmesan. It took you twice as much to make two servings of pasta than it usually takes to the most unskilled people stepping in the kitchen for the first time, and yet it was not maddening or exhausting at all – it was just good fun.
You laughed non-stop, cracked jokes, and stopped in between the preparation to steal kisses from each other. You two were truly happy for the first time in forever enjoying somebody’s else presence and not feeling pressured to behave in unusual ways. Your smiles were sincere and were not hiding unspoken truths from the other, and your hearts skipped beats normally as hearts do when in love instead of aching for the person standing in front of you.
The sauce was done, and you were waiting for the pasta to perfectly boil for the third time so you could finally eat after too many failed attempts for one dinner preparation. The tiny window was largely open for the steam to get out and you could hear the cars roaming the narrow streets of Monaco breaching the quietness of a late July summer evening. Blows of wind entered the room, engulfing you whole in that torrid scent of mid-season. Music was softly playing from your phone next to you on the counter as you murmured the lyrics of a Sufjan Stevens’ song from a movie you saw ages ago about which Charles had little to no idea but loved to listen to your hums that close to him.
You looked at Charles as he came closer to you to hear your voice better across the space in between your bodies, and for a moment there you would have wished for time to stop so you could just stare at him for as long as frozen time permits – as Charles whished for the very first time you leaned on that hospital kitchen counter and titled your head towards him.
It was just you and Charles in the whole wide world for a split of a moment, two grown-ups in an apartment waiting for their pasta to boil perfectly and hopping that the sauce will taste just right – and nothing else mattered anymore. You both looked each other without saying anything back, just stupidly smiling at the other while listening to music and humming to the tunes.
“I think I am in love with you, Charles.” You bluntly and suddenly broke the snug silence in between the two of you as you were sitting on top of the kitchen counter with Charles in between your legs watching you back, “Is it too soon?” You questioned, fearing that you might have come off too strong and yet being liberated of the hefty feeling that pressed your chest the entire time as you looked at him in silence.
Charles had to know that you were falling for him – the man standing in front of you deserved to know that your intentions were nothing but pure when there were so many people surrounding him just for his social status rather than his companionship. You were sure of his intentions, Charles made them clear to you even from your first date when he first told you that you were fancied by him. You sweetened that now even more by not only fancying him back, but by totally falling in love with him. You patiently waited for Charles’ answer as the anxiety kicked in in a flash after the words were out in the world. What if it was too much for him? What if it was too soon to tell him that? What if he wanted to slow things down now? All your thoughtless inquiries were destroyed in an instant by a warm smile and even warmer words.
“Too soon to be in love with me?” Charles inquired, resting both of his palms on the top of your thighs as he leaned in for yet another quick peak, “To be honest I think I am in love with you since you took that jellybean from my palm back in your fancy hospital kitchen that you took me to.” Charles then added in the sweetest tone you have ever heard him using with you by now, “So no, trust me – it is not too soon.” He then confirmed, watching you watching him back with hopeful eyes.
You could not help yourself by broadly beam at Charles’ words. You were not that used to men telling you exactly what they thought or felt, so the man’s sincerity managed to take you by surprise every single time in the last months when you were told that you were beautiful or asked if you were alright with being kissed or touched in certain places during certain moments. Now Charles did that again – showing you that he cared enough to say what he felt or thought without being afraid of seeming defenseless in front of your own vulnerable self.
“Thank you.” You softly spoke as you rested your forehead on one of Charles’ shoulders as a sudden wave of sadness engulfed your whole body as flashes of past relationships went like bullets throughout your head, “Thank you for not running away the moment I open up to you.” You added, feeling your chest burning and hot tears forming in the corner of your eyes.
Charles took you closer to him in a warm embrace as he felt your body twitching underneath the man’s touch, “That is what I want from you – why would I run from something I am craving for?” He then asked, gently rubbing your back with one of his hands to make sure that you are comfortable enough in the man’s arms.
You ended up with your arms wrapped around Charles’ neck and with his covering your waist for a moment that meant forever then and there. You already had confessed to Charles prior to your home-cooked dinner date that your main issue with dating after you found out that you cannot have children with your ex-husband was not trusting someone enough to stay at your side due to your ineffectiveness of bearing children. Charles was mature enough to understand how and why your break-up caused trauma, and he also understood what he had to do to gain your trust.
Your embrace lasted for a while before the cooking timer went off and the sound of it scared the shit of you two. You both laughed as you figured out that you were two grown-up adults getting scared by a mere sharp sound. You quickly whipped your tears with help from Charles who kissed both of your cheeks after you rubbed your face and smiled back at you, telling you without words that it is all going to be alright and that he will never run away from you when you open up to him – that he was there to stay and keep his spot next to you for as long as you let him do so. You nodded back to him and realized how crazy it was that you already spoke without words and understood each other from simple glares and shakes of heads.
“Speaking of hospitals,” You spoke as you were getting the perfectly now boiled pasta out of the pot, “Is Xavier still at his grandmother’s house? I think he should pay a visit to the office these days because I really want to check how his arm is recovering after one month of being out of the cast.”
Charles nodded, “Ah yes, I am going there tomorrow first thing in the morning to pick him up from mom, I miss him like crazy!” Charles enthusiastically spoke as he was getting the plates ready for you to cover them in pasta, meat and souce.
You happily smiled, there was a different type of happiness that rose within you every single time when Charles spoke about Xavier and vice-versa, “I bet he misses you too – maybe you should take him in a weekend trip somewhere you never been together yet and just talk about cars or whatever you men talk about.” You sarcastically spoke rolling your eyes as a joke.
“And maybe you should join us.” Charles added, looking at you freeze again with pasta up in the air above the plate, “Ok, let me take it from here.” He then giggled, emptying your hands, and preparing the rest of the dish himself while you were processing Charles’ invitation.
“You have not told him about us, right?” You inquired as you anxiously sat down watching Charles adding even more parmesan to the plates as “proper chefs” do – his words, not yours.
Charles declined, “No, not yet – but I really want to.” He then confessed, taking your hand in his as he took his seat next to you, “When you are comfortable with me doing so – of course.” Charles assured you, feeling your grip tightening around the man’s fingers even harder than before.
“Charles I –” You paused to gather your thoughts for a moment before speaking not from a sentimental point of view being influenced by your infatuation with Charles but from a professional one working with children, “I think we should ease Xavier into this first,” You then added, pointing fingers to both you and Charles, “You cannot just drop a bomb like this to a ten-year-old all at once and expect him to be fine with it in an instant.” You argued gesticulating with both of your hands one of which was still held by Charles who was just intriguingly looking at you frenetically making a whole-ass dissertation in front of him as you were bringing medical terms and studies into the discussion.
“Look here love,” Charles spoke moving your chin with two of his fingers to make sure that you were indeed attentive to him and interrupting you from your fanatical debate with no one else but yourself, “Xavier adores you to the moon and back, every single time when he came back from one of his check-ups the first question was when the next appointment with you in scheduled.” Charles confessed, “When I was his age I hated going to the doctors and I still do now, due to that I never understood why he was so excited to see you – I was just happy I had little to no implications in convincing him to visit the medic’s office.”
You sighed, “I know – I adore him too. It is just –” You paused again, “All I am saying is that we need to be careful on how we are delivering the news to him.”
Charles agreed with a nod, “We will. Look, I will come by tomorrow at your office and bring Xavier so you can check his arm and see how he will react to us being in the same room first, is that okay?” He then continued, letting your hand go for the first time in forever that day so you could both finally eat.
You gently smiled, “Thank you for being so patient with me.”
Charles chuckled, “I have to take you in advance – you will be the one to be patient with two Leclercs from now on instead of just one.”
When Xavier and Charles entered the room, you felt your heart jumping miles aside your chest. You have had thousands of encounters with patients and their parents before this one, but you have never told one of the parents that you were in love with them twelve hours ahead of their children appointment. You deeply sighed once Charles and Xavier laid eyes on you, and that was Charles’ cue to start the talking instead of you due to your anxiety going through the roof in front of Xavier.
“Good mo—”
“Miss!” Xavier shouted, cutting Charles off in an instant and running with his hands clasped at his back towards you with pure excitement illuminating that little pristine face of his, “I bought you these!” He happily smiled, reveling a small bouquet of what seemed to be freshly picked from the garden flowers, “There are from my grandma’s house, have I told you how huge the garden over there is?” Xavier spoke with the same excitement in the tone of voice as showed on his face.
You declined with a nod, “No, you have not.” You spoke after a murmured ‘thank you’ as you took the flowers from Xavier’s hands, “Did you had fun at your grandma’s?” You asked, glaring at a very amused Charles watching the whole picture in front of his eyes as he was leaned on the locked door of your office.
“Yes! So much fun!” Xavier spoke as made himself very much very fast comfortable in the bed reserved for consultations, “Can I tell you all about it?” He then pleaded, cutely swinging his legs, and clasping his hands together in his lap patiently waiting for you to agree with him narrating every single little detail.
You happily nodded and that was the only sign that Xavier needed to fully open his month and literally tell you all about his two-week vacation back at grandma’s place. Charles was non-existent during the time Xavier talked as you listened with interest leaned towards the child rather than paying attention to your secret boyfriend. Charles found himself a comfy an armchair to lean into and watch you two talking without interfering whatsoever. You two exchanged quite a few smiling glances when Xavier was not having his full focus on you, but besides a whispered “I told you, he adores you” from Charles during Xavier’s sporadic cascade of happenings, there was not so much contact between you and the man who you slept with last night.
“Oh, oh, and my uncles came in yesterday and they taught me how to ride horses! Real horses! They have such big noses, right daddy?” Xavier spoke, being for the first time he even acknowledged Charles in the room aside of just looking at you.
Charles chuckled, “Your uncles or the real horses?” Your boyfriend asked, throwing you a cheeky secret wink in the process of replying to his son, “The answer is yes for both my love.” Charles nodded towards Xavier, “I still cannot believe that Enzo and Arthur took you horse riding without letting me know – I am quite a jockey myself.” Charles proudly added as his shoulders lightly shrugged in confidence.
Xavier gave you a shady side-look, “Do not trust him miss, my uncles told me otherwise.” He then spoke, “Grandma agreed too.” He proudly continued, crossing both of his arms at his chest as if there was a serious argument going between him and his dad.
“Non-sense.” Charles replied, “Do not listen to your uncles – especially Arthur, they do not know what they are talking about most of the times.” He then added, following Xavier’s example, and instinctively crossing both of his arms at his chest too.
You could not help yourself but laugh as you watched them both goofing around with each other. You have prior noticed that there were so many mirrored mannerisms between the two standing across from you, but instantly seeing them in action made your lips hurt from all the smiling.
“I am glad to hear that you had fun, little champ.” You spoke, getting your attention back at Charles’ son rather than him, “But have you been careful with your just released from the cast arm?” You spoke, using your teacher-like tone of voice that somehow caught Charles’ focus in an instant – that was hot, and he could not blame himself for thinking that way when you were only spoken with him in sweet tones by now.
Xavier nodded, “Yes, I have been careful miss. Look, I can even throw a proper punch now!” Your patient spoke, mimicking a box move in plain air just to show how tough the little one was once again, “Do you want me to do it again? Do you want to see that again?”
You chuckled at the same time as Charles, “No, once was enough.” You gently spoke, taking Xavier both hands in one of yours, “I will need you to do some mobility exercises at the same time as me and tell me if something hurts, alright champ? Maybe your dad will help us too?” You inquired, watching Charles already getting up from his armchair and ready for whatever you had prepared for the three of you.
You spent the rest of the appointment analyzing every movement of arms from Xavier and watching closely every reaction to your mobility exercises. Charles followed your orders too and played with Xavier for as much as needed for you to give them the final diagnostic after you pleaded Xavier to bear another X-ray just to check if everything was alright and at its place.
“You are good to go.” You finally spoke after minutes of gymnastics in your office leaving both Xavier and Charles exhausted, “I will prescript some medicines that has to be taken for the rest of the month to strengthen your bones even more, but otherwise you are free to go to your practices and ride horses in pace, but you have to be extra-careful.” You spoke, standing down at Xavier’s eye level to pinch the man’s right cheeks, “Have I made myself understood?” You questioned, glaring at Charles too.
“Yes miss.” Both replied at the same time, causing you once again a huge smile on your face.
“Good boys.” You nodded, patting only Xavier’s head no matter how much you would have loved to do the same with Charles’.
You accompanied both outside the building with the excuse that you wanted to pick something to eat from outside your office when you just wanted more time to spend with the rather than just the period of Xavier’s appointment. You sighed once you saw Charles parking the car in front of you and Xavier knowing that it meant they were going to leave within a few minutes, and you would have loved to stay for hours in their presence just to be a witness to their silly son-to-dad banter.
“You heard the pretty lady right, daddy?” Xavier enthusiastically jumped as Leclerc came back from the car to pick the little on up, “This means that we can go to today’s practice?” The little Leclerc asked with the most pleading blue-greenish eyes you have ever seen a child begging for ‘yes’ as an answer.
“If the pretty lady says it is fine, then yes.” Charles spoke, throwing you yet another not-so-secretive wink that managed to make you blush, “I will take you to the practice today and the day after that and the day after that one.” Charles nodded, taking Xavier’s hands into his to squeeze him whole if that was possible, “My summer break just started – I will take you to all of your practices from now.” Charles happily replied, kneeling to kiss the back of Xavier’s hand.
Xavier’s arms went around his dad’s neck, knowing that will meant that Charles will completely pick him up from the ground and that he will not have to take yet another step to the car – spoiling in the most unharming way the hell of his son, “Thank you for today once again, Y/N.” Charles spoke with Xavier now fully into the man’s arms, “See you next time, right?”
You giggled, “Thank you for bringing him in today and yes see you so—”
“Miss!” Xavier shouted again cutting you off this time and loudly clapping his hands right into Charles’ ears, “What about you come with us today?” He then asked, “You never saw my driving skills that I have been talking to you about and I really want to show them to you.” Xavier pleaded, and that was when you understood how Charles felt when Xavier looked right into his eyes with that piteous innocent look. You just could not say no, and all the spoiling made sense even more now.
You searched for an answer into your boyfriend’s glare, and seeing him basically mimicking Xavier’s puppy eyes right in front of you was not that much of a surprise, “I will drop by once I am finished with working, alright?” You gently replied, trying to play it as cool as possible in front of them and not letting any overenthusiasm show on your face – and yet your rosy cheeks and insanely stunning smile give it all away.
Your phone buzzed half an hour later after you came back into your office as you finished another appointment – texts from Charles blowing up your phone. You laughed like a high schooler deeply in love at both texts while being at the same time still amazed that you were going out with a man who knew how to talk in full sentences even through text and not just in real life.
“See? I told you that Xavier adores you, I was not even in the room for a minute there. I think it went amazing, what do you think? The only thing I am concerned about is him being mad at me for stealing you from him rather than the other way around.”
“Thank you for agreeing with my son’s proposal, shall I send a car for you or are you going to play the hyper independent woman card again? Which by the way I adore but please let me take care of you occasionally.”
The smile was not fading as you replied, “I might end up liking him more than I like you even. And yes, I am going to play the hyper independent woman card again, just send me the address and I will be there after I finish here.”
The reply came right back within a minute, “You are not going to let me take care of you not even occasionally, am I right?”
You leaned back into your chair as you typed, “I can think of a few occasions when you can take care of me, and I fully agree with those.” You replied, scenes from last night when your tights were devoured by the man’s mouth played into your mind.
“Jesus Y/N,” You spoke loudly for yourself as you were now alone in the room, “You are at work for fuck’s sake!” You added, scolding yourself for having dirty thoughts right in the middle of your shift, “Get your shit together.” You chuckled, laughing at your own little dirty mind. It was Charles Leclerc you were talking about – who could have blamed you for that?
You arrived at the karting circuit mid-training. You spotted Xavier on the track right away having the same number as his dad’s winning championship car, and you had to admit right from the start that he was as fast as he told you so – the fastest, the quickest of them all, the smartest amongst the bunch. You took the nearest seat next to the garage Charles indicated you as being theirs through texts and patiently waited for him to come and pick you up from there as you spotted the man’s back inside the open garage. Charles was talking to one of the karting engineers and they were both too focused on the monitor in front of them to be disturbed or to pay attention to their other surroundings. Again, you were nothing but smiles and giggles.
It just felt like you took such a huge step into the two Leclercs’ world and that you were very much welcomed in there. The only think you knew about racing was that it was dangerous, and that people can break bones doing even karting, and yet the very first time you saw Charles at the Monaco GP and now Xavier racing against twenty other passionate racing kids, you understood that there was more than just the suffering part – you understood why and how Xavier will follow Charles’ path. There was beauty in the sound of engines, adrenaline in taking turns, and immense satisfaction in being the fastest, the quickest, the smartest on the tracks.
Charles was guided to you by you shouting Xavier’s name once the little champ’s kart came closer to you as he turned into the corner. It was just practice – and yet you were there to support Xavier and to let him know that you are indeed a witness to the Leclerc legacy in motorsport racing – wait until you found out that Arthur Leclerc was racing too.
“Having fun?” Charles asked you as he took the seat right next to you, “Am I getting dethroned as your favorite driver as we speak?” He then asked, watching you having eyes only for Xavier on the track instead of him sitting next to you.
“You might.” You joked, quickly glaring at Charles once before you returned to his child once again, “It looks like Xavier really missed this.” You spoke, loudly clapping once again as Xavier overtook yet another kart.
Charles nodded, “It is a sentiment that you cannot quite forget – and when you are back at it after a break you wish for it to never end. If you would have told me twenty years ago when I was almost Xavier’s age, that I am not allowed to race for a couple of months only because I broke my arm? I would have probably run away from home and join the race circus or something like that.” He then added with a chuckle, “My parents would have been so mad back then.”
You bittersweetly smiled and secretly took Charles’ hands into yours behind the seats to comfort him with a light play of your fingers in between Leclerc’s – that was the very first time when Charles mentioned both parents instead of just his mother. You knew about Charles’ father from articles and articles only, not daring to ask him something up until now as opening to someone can be challenging at each step – and you were pretty much aware of how hard that was.
“I am sure that they would have been proud of you even if you joined race circus.” You smiled, “The running away from home part – not so much.” You paused with a laugh, grabbing Charles’ pinky into yours for a while as a silent promise.
“Come on now love, let me show you around the garage what is going on until Xavier finishes.” Charles spoke, grabbing you fully by the hand to take you to the place where all the magic happened.
You were too caught up in watching and listening to Charles explaining bits and parts of their world to you that you even forget that your clasped hand was still in Charles’ while he never felt the need to let go of yours. When the karts stopped, and Xavier went up running to you and his father – he caught you in the act too. You only realized what you have done once you saw where the young man’s glare was focused to. The hands were untied at an instant and you hardly abstained to not swear even underneath your breath. Glaring at Charles, you saw your up to then secret boyfriend slightly panicking too although not as much as you were doing so.
“Amazing drive champ.” Charles spoke, “You crushed out there.”
Xavier looked up from you to Charles, and then to you again in what seemed to be disbelief at first that slowly turned into a smile and then in pure enthusiasm. With mouth half-opened and with the hamlet dropping from the little man’s hands, Xavier started to enthusiastically jump and dance to an unknown song which lyrics were, “I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!”
Charles confusedly looked at you, and you returned the same glare as you were watching Xavier running towards the both of you and trying to engulf you both into the man’s short arms, “I knew it!” Xavier repeated once more as he wrapped one of his arms around Charles’ right leg and the other one around your left leg, “You are bringing flowers only to girls you like, right daddy?” He then asked, looking up at you and Charles, “That is why you picked flowers this morning for the pretty lady and gave them to me to give them to her – you were too shy!” Xavier continued, making Charles’ cheeks turn a little redder than usual as he heard his son’s words, “My uncle Arthur told me that he has always been like this around girls, he must be right with the horse-riding as well.” Xavier continued, taking two steps away from you two who were unable to react to a ten-year-old young man figuring out that you two dated before you spilled out the beans to him.
Both of you went to one of your knees in front of Xavier to be at the little champ eye level again, “You are right, you should bring flowers only to girls you like – but also be considerate of the other girls as well, fine son?” Charles spoke as he caressed the hair of Xavier, “But yes, you are right – I was too shy to give the flowers myself.”
“Happy to help.” Xavier spoke as he faked a regal bow in front of his father before switching his focus back to you, “Do you like him too, miss? Do you hold hands with people you do not like?” Xavier directly and bluntly so asked you, “I mean I know that my father is kind of old and grumpy sometimes but –”
“You spent too much time with your uncles, that is for sure young man.” Charles intertwined being triggered by the words ‘old’ and ‘grumpy’ used in the same sentence as his own name, “I am not that old – let alone grumpy!” Your boyfriend then spoke, vehemently shaking his head just to frown afterwards due to the dizziness provoked by the harsh movement.
“See? Old and grumpy.” Xavier then took the stand, pointing to the fine lines of Charles’ frowned forehead, “Arthur does not have those, uncle thought me about what they mean back at grandmas.”
A heavy sigh escaped Charles’ mouth, “That’s it! I am revoking uncle privileges from my little brother.” Your not-so-secret-anymore boyfriend then added with a soft and amused smile all over his face as he pinched both of Xavier’s cheeks.
In all the midst of confusion and panic due to your relationship with Xavier’s father being so easily guessed and questioned, you could not help yourself again but just laugh at their dialogue. Xavier certainly had a strong personality that you were not seeing in all ten-years-old and Charles was one hell of a father for turning everything in a fun little game for his son.
“I do like him Xavi.” You spoke, gently touching Charles’ shoulder at your left, “And I would love if you would allow me to like your father even more from now on.” You spoke, locking eyes with Charles for a moment that held eternity within its margins, “What do you think?” You asked, taking both hands of the little champ in yours, “Will you allow me to like this old and grumpy man?”
“Will you give me more candy when I visit?” Xavier spoke, caressing his chin like men do in western movies that he probably has watched with one of his uncles, “Wait!” He then paused, “I will not have to visit you that often – this means that you are going to spend more time together with me without that awful coughing syrup.”
You chuckled and agreed with a nod, “More candies, and no coughing syrup. I promise.” You spoke in a demanding tone, lifting your pinky in the air to catch Xavier’s which was already on his way.
“Mhm? Hello? I am here too?” Charles sarcastically spoke as he covered your pinky fingers with his too, “Why do you two always forget about me in a conversation?” Charles huffed, and you and Xavier could not do anything else but just laugh at the grown man’s whimpers for not being included in the fun group.
The child felt asleep back home as Charles drove you first to your place. You two remined quiet not to disturb the little champ relaxing after a long afternoon of practice. Now there was not only you and Charles alone in the whole wide world – Xavi joined too. The whole way back home you held hands with Charles, and not for even a split of a second as he drove did Leclerc let your hand slip away from him. The only time when Charles’ grip untightened was when against the back of your hand the man’s lips pressed.
“We are not the greatest couple at delivering news.” You spoke, looking over the shoulder at a very asleep mini-Charles as you got off the car in front of your apartment building, “Or at hiding things – we were figured out by a ten-year-old!” You whispered, watching Charles holding the door wide open for you to get down just to softly shut it right back and lock you in between the car and his body.
“To be honest we were not even trying to hide it.” Charles laughed, “Flowers, holding hands? I told him to do both things with a girl he liked in kindergarten already.” He then added with a smile, “Plus, that boy is a genius, and I am not just saying it because he is my son although me being his father means that Xavier inhe—”
“Oh, will you shut up already?” You spoke laughing, cupping Charles’ head into both of your palms as you pulled him closer for a kiss. Charles took you fully into his arms, not kissing you for the entire day was excruciating painful for him. You could feel it by the way he held you closer than ever to his body and by the way his tongue searched for more and more space to fill. You went mellow in Charles’ arms and would have killed for more than just a couple of seconds of him all over you outside in your parking lot and yet you had to stop once you heard Xavier’s voice from inside the car calling for his daddy.
“Who do we have to thank for inventing smoked car windows?” You spoke as you managed to push a very fake sobbing Leclerc out from you, “Go on, your son needs you.”
“Miss?! Miss?!” Xavier’s voice resounded at your back as the window retracted, “I need to tell you what I just dreamt off! I was a doctor just like you!” Xavier then spoke, getting his head completely out of the window to make you pay attention to him.
“It seems to me that he needs you more.” Charles softly spoke with nothing but gratitude inside that sweet tone of his, unlocking the car’s doors after another one of his failure winks.
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Beautiful Stranger
11: Begin Again
Driver! Lando Norris x OC (Lily Barton)
Summer love, strangers to friends to lovers, Greece and Greek mythology references
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13th of November
His birthday. He always liked to celebrate it. Since he was little his mom used to make him a birthday cake and invite some of his friends to his house, making a small party in the backyard of the house. They sang "Happy birthday" to him and then he blew the candles while they clapped.
But this year, even if it was the same and he could celebrate it with his family and friends, he didn't want to celebrate it. Because the person he loves is not here with him.
Last night he wrote another email. And she didn't reply, again.
He got out of the bed, leaving on it the blonde girl whose name he can't remember, and went to the kitchen. The sun is rising yet, it's too early.
How could he fell so low? At which moment did he decide that being with different girls could make him forget about her, if the only thing he does is compare them to her? And the worst part of it was that every time he did that, he ended up writing her an email in the middle of the night with the girl he took to his bed sleeping next to him
"How am I lying to?" He sighed, rubbing his face with a hand.
The truth is that he was losing hope. He was giving up slowly. And it scared him more than not having her forgiveness and living his whole life knowing that he let her go because of a mistake he made.
"Hey" the girl purred, walking out of the bedroom wearing his shirt. "Smells nice"
"Mhm" he nodded, taking a sip of the tea. "I think you should leave"
"Why? You didn't have fun?" she chuckled.
"No" he said, looking away. "And I have to take a plane. So if you would leave soon, I would appreciate it"
"What an asshole" she groaned, turning around and going to his bedroom to get dressed with the clothes she came with.
He didn't see her walk out, but the front door being slammed after she left made him know she wasn't happy. Neither was he.
Sometimes he imagined how his life would be if he never lied to her. They could be calling all days, asking how their day was. Lando liked the idea of her watching his races on the TV at her house, or while she was working on her office at home. Ne would be sending her VIP paddock passes in case she wanted to come to a race and when she came he would always show her around and explain everything related to his work.
But those are only things he creates in his head. Lies he tells to himself trying to not think about what he did.
"Happy birthday, muppet" Carlos chuckled through the phone.
"Oh, hey… thanks, mate" he sighed.
"Are you okay?" he sighed, making him bite his lip and smile weakly.
"Yeah, yeah… just a year older" he laughed sadly. "I'm okay"
"I'll see you later? Your father asked me if I was going to your birthday party at their house" Carlos said.
"Oh, sure" he smiled weakly. "Yeah…"
"Okay, tell me what's wrong, Lando" he sighed. "I can feel that you are not being yourself"
"You think so?" Lando asked, letting a sarcastic laugh get out of his chest. "I haven't been myself since I came back from Greece, Carlos. And you know why"
"You should forget her. This time for real. She won't answer you"
"I'm not ready for that" he sighed. "I just… she was the one, mate. I swear. In such a short time I loved her so much"
"But you decided to ruin it, Lando" he sighed. "You didn't make it work properly"
"Not you too, please…"
"No, Lando. Stop complaining and listen to me. I think I have every right to say what I'm going to say" Carlos sighed, making him nod even if he couldn't see that. "I told you from the start that what you did was stupid. You could have told her your name without creating a lie knowing that she didn't recognize you. But no, you decided to play the immature card and lie to her and to the whole town where you stayed. The second stupid thing you did was fall for her and not tell the truth explaining things with time, just how she did. She trusted you and the only thing you did was give her false trust"
"You think that I don't know that, Carlos?" he frowned, holding the phone tightly. "You don't think that I regret lying to her? I know I acted immature, you don't have to repeat it"
"Then act like the adult you are and mature" he frowned. "Settle down, find someone and marry her later"
"I already found her" he frowned. "And I won't give up on her"
He ended the call, disappointed because one of my best friends doesn't support him.
He might be selfish, but the only one that knows when he found the love of his life it's him.
After finishing breakfast, he grabbed his backpack and got everything ready to leave, making the bed and making sure that everything was in order.
How can he be happy the day of his birthday knowing that she won't be there?
"Fuck…" he sighed, chucking the email and watching that there's no reply, again.
The plane flight felt longer than it was. He wasn't excited to go back home, to meet family and friends and spend time with them.
But maybe Carlos was right. Maybe… maybe he should forget her, find someone else and have a real start, without lies and always telling the truth. Maybe he should close that chapter of his life and start a new one, make himself a new man.
He kept his phone muted all day, not wanting to be disturbed and deleting all the notifications he had on his phone.
All the notifications, the new email with a reply included between them, sending it to the spam.
When the plane landed, he saw his friend there to welcome him, holding a big paper with the letters "Happy Birthday" on it. Lando smiled weakly and walked towards him, hugging him tightly.
"It has been a long time since you celebrated your birthday here" Max smiled him, hugging his shoulders and walking with him towards his car. "How are you feeling?'
"Like shit, mate… like an actual shit" he smiled weakly.
The way towards his family house wasn't long, letting him look out of the window and watch all the houses he remembers from his childhood, one of them being too special for him.
"Do you remember that house from the end of the street?" Lando asked his friend.
"The one of Miss Rose?" Max frowned looking at his side. "Yeah"
"I always wanted to buy it when I was little" he smiled weakly. "Thinking I could grow old on that house and have a family there"
"Mhm" his friend nodded.
"I… should I give up?" he mumbled, playing with his fingers nervously. "Should I forget Lily and start a new chapter of my life? Why do I feel my heart being squeezed by the thought of that?"
"Because that, my friend, is how love works" Max smiled weakly. "I know you fucked up pretty bad. But love is love. I know some people tell you that you should move on and continue with your life. But I know you, mate… I know you too much to know that you are not like that. That when you fall for someone you fall so hard that you don't care about being hurt later"
"Then why are people telling me to give up?" he frowned. "Carlos called me this morning and told me to find someone else. I can't! I can't imagine my life without her"
"Can I ask you something?" he said, stopping the car at the traffic light. "Four months have passed since you left Greece, and you had a lot of free time while not having races. Why did you never think about going there and talk with her instead of sending her emails?"
"I…"
"You say that you miss her and that you love her. But you never tried to go back to her" Max frowned.
"Because I wanted to give her space" he mumbled, trying to convince himself that it was the right answer.
"Did you?" he asked. "Or was it that you were afraid of her reaction?"
Lando looked at his friend surprised. He never wanted to admit it. He had dreams, nightmares, about her saying that she hates him, that she doesn't love him anymore, that she regrets everything. He was afraid of facing her again.
"I don't know" Lando sighed.
"I think it's time to figure it out, mate" Max sighed. "Because sleeping around with girls after going to parties is not the right way of forgetting her or whatever you wanted to get with that"
When Max parked the car in front of his family house, Lando didn't know what to do. His friend is right, he should.go for what he actually wants.
"Come on, everyone is waiting for you"
He walked with Max inside of the house, smiling when he saw everyone there to surprise him, receiving all the hugs they wanted to give him.
"Hey" Carlos smiled weakly, walking towards him. "I'm sorry about this morning…"
"No, you were right" Lando interrupted him. "I have to settle down. And I'll do it,. you'll see"
Carlos smiled proud and hugged his friend, patting his back.
Everyone sat on the table, getting ready for lunch while talking.
Lando smiled looking around, watching his family and friends. He couldn't help but feel a stab on his chest not finding her face there, but he has his friends and loved ones near, and a plan working on his brain.
After his family sang to him, he closed his eyes and made a wish, making his smile grow a little.
"I wish she gives me a second chance and we could live on Miss Rose's house until the end of times"
He blew off the candles and smiled looking around, grabbing the knife and cutting it to share with his friends.
After eating, everyone went to the backyard. Some of them were playing football, others were sitting on chairs and drinking beers.
He looked at his brother, how he played with his daughters Mila and Athena, making Lando smile.
He wants the same Oliver has. He wants a family to love and build a future. He wants Lily to build a future with him.
He's decided. Once the season finishes, he will go to find her. He will go and talk with her like two adults. He will ask her to be his, to create something only they can know how to build.
26th of November
He felt a weight get out of his shoulders once he crossed the finish line.
His second half of the season was hard, finishing with points but not as high as he wanted.
But he didn't care anymore.
He knows that once he gets out of the car he will be free for the rest of the year. He knows that once he takes off the racing suit he will be free of work responsibilities and he can do whatever he wants.
He took off his helmet and looked up at the night sky, taking a deep breath and smiling.
He knows that once he leaves the hotel, he will take a plane that will land on Athens and then another plane that will land on Corfu. He knows it will be a long day, but for her he has enough energy.
"What are you going to do during the winter break?" Oscar asked him, walking towards the McLaren hospitality after their media duties.
"I'll go get my girl back" he smiled proudly.
Everything was perfect in his mind. Too perfect that he never thought about things that could go wrong. He didn't even reserve an apartment for him to stay, thinking that she could open her apartment for him.
The moment he landed in Greece, he was tired. His body was begging him to stop and rest, to recover energy. But his heart was beating too fast, he was too excited to be here and find the love of his life again. So he fought against the tiredness and catched the second plane and the ferry that could bring him near the town.
Once he got out of the taxi in front of Nora's restaurant, he smiled looking around. This place feels like home, only because of a person.
"Lando? What are you doing here?"
He turned around and smiled at the old woman, walking towards her with his suitcase next to him.
"I came for Lily"
"Lily…" she smiled sadly. "I told her you would come… but she didn't listen to me"
"Is she working? Or she's at the apartment?" Lando asked, looking around.
"Oh, lovely boy… she's no longer here"
"W-what?" he frowned. "What are you talking about?"
"She left a week ago, Lando" she smiled weakly, hugging him.
"Why? I… I came to apologize. To talk with her" he frowned, confused.
"I think you came too late, kid…"
Exactly. He came too late.
"Where is she?" he mumbled. "Nora, please… where is she?"
The old woman smiled weakly, grabbing his hand and walking him inside her restaurant, making sure he grabbed his suitcase.
He let himself fall on a chair, not understanding what was happening.
Lily, the Lily that loves Greece, left.
"Why did she leave?" he asked her, confused.
"Because she faced her own fears" Nora sighed. "And I see that you did the same"
"Yeah but… too late" he laughed sadly. "Too late… God, if I only came when Max told me"
"Why did you decide to come, Lando?" she asked, placing a cup of coffee in front of him.
"Because I wanted to see her. To apologize… to ask her to be mine" he mumbled.
"Why did you stop writing? Why did you never answer her? That's why she left, kid. Because she felt that you moved on"
"What? Answer her? She never answered me!" he frowned.
"She sent you an email for your birthday. You didn't read it?" she frowned confused.
Lando frowned, grabbing his phone and searching the email. He searched for dates, for her name. But it didn't show up.
"Oh…" he frowned when he opened the spam. "She replied…"
"Yes, she did" Nora smiled weakly. "She read all your emails, she wore your clothes all the time"
All this time he thought Lily didn't want him. Everything he wanted was to see her, to talk with her and hold her.
"God, I'm such an idiot" he groaned.
"Here" she smiled, leaving a paper next to his cup, the same gesture she did when he left four months ago. "If you truly love this girl, please do things right. If you love her and feel ready to tell her the truth, go there"
December of 2023
The moment she left the town she was scared. She was scared of facing a new reality and starting again.
Four months ago she imagined leaving this town for a reason, for a person. She wanted to leave this town because he asked her to go live with him. Not because his lie made her open her eyes and realize that she needed to start again.
When she left Parga, the first thing she did was sell the engagement ring, making sure to have extra money. The next thing was to sell the old apartment she had in London, closing the open chapter she had of her past.
And now, in her new apartment in the middle of Firenze, she could start again.
The boxes full of the furniture she had in London, suitcases with clothes and her art she brought from Greece and the new items she bought were on the floor of the flat, waiting to be placed on a perfect place for them.
She decided to start studying at an art academy where she can improve on her own art. She rented a small store where she can sell handmade things, with all the shells she found in Greece and creating her own brand.
Lily was proud of herself. Of how she got out of that lie she was living in. Of how she knew she could do everything alone, without a man next to her.
But sometimes she finds herself, laying on her bed, dressed with his hoodies. They stopped smelling like him, and even if she bought his perfume, it wasn't the same. It didn't smell like him anymore. And it broke her heart just a little, knowing that losing his smell meant losing him too.
She used to check his social media, to see how he was doing. She even started watching races while she was in Greece, supporting him in silence.
Somewhere deep inside her wished he answered her. She kept checking her email, but there wasn't anything from him.she wished he went to Parga, but it was just an stupid wish.
She spent her birthday alone, buying herself a cake and blowing the candles after making her wish.
"I wish he was here holding me at night"
Firenze was cold in winter, making her wear hoodies and jumpers and keep her favorite dresses at the highest shelf of the wardrobe. Everytime she sees herself in a mirror, her mind goes back to her life in England, and it makes her shiver thinking about that.
The past is in the past. She can't change it, she won't change it. But what she can change is the future and the present, and she only hopes all her wishes come true.
That day, 6th of December, after eating her own birthday cake, she decided to take a walk around the city with a notebook and pencils in her bag, leaving her phone on the living room table.
Something she likes about that city is that no one will look at you while you sit on the stairs and draw what you were looking at. No one will question what you were doing, who you are. They will know immediately that you are someone that came to admire their place and capture its beauty on a notebook page.
"Buona sera" the lady of the coffee shop greeted her with a smile. "The same as always?"
"Yeah, thank you" she smiled.
She stopped lying to herself, being someone she's not. She wants to be authentic, true to her own essence.
After grabbing the cup of tea she walked out of the store, deciding to sit on a bench nearby and draw what she had in front of her, getting lost on every detail if it, losing the sense of time.
When she looked at the clock of her wrist she gasped. It's late and the next day she has class in the morning. So she collected everything and put it back in her bag, standing up and walking towards her apartment, listening to her music.
Opening the front door of the building she called the elevator, getting jsnjde if it and pressing the button of her floor, humming happily while holding the bag with her dinner.
What she didn't expect was to find a person sitting on the stairs next to her door, with a backpack on his lap and a suitcase next to her door.
"What…" she gasped when she stepped out of the elevator.
"I called but I heard you left the phone inside…" he said looking at her with a smile.
"You came…" she mumbled surprised, feeling how her heart started to beat fast, wanting to escape from her chest and join his heart.
"Happy birthday, my beautiful stranger" he smiled, standing up and looking at her, opening his arms for her.
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