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disneyprincemuke · 4 months

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everything at 18, but nothing at 22

alternatively: times she finished in the points while he dnfs

in which the drastic difference in their performance in their career seems to finally be catching up to them

(series masterlist)

-> australia, 2023

she simply cannot wipe the permanent smile on her face. she runs into her garage, straight from weigh-in, immediately greeted by blythe and ciara who are quick to take her in for a hug.

"oh, i made the points!" she laughs, jumping in a circle with her sisters. "can you believe it? i made history just by finishing in the top 10 today!"

"i told you you'll be amazing!" ciara puts her hands on her older sister's cheeks, before quickly pulling her in for another tight hug. "you did so well on the track amidst all the chaos!"

"history in the making with you just being here!" blythe shrieks, grabbing her shoulder. "you were amazing on the track. half the grid retired - did seb tell you?"

"he did," she laughs, slowly settling down as she stands on her feet. "speaking of that, i've got to speak to logan."

"no need to look around, i've got him here with me," oscar's accent fills her garage. "good job finishing above me, mate."

another shrill shriek escapes her mouth as she hops over to the two boys still in their race suits. she is received by oscar first, whispering neverending praises into her ear as they sway in their spot. she rubs circles on his back as they exchange compliments, both proud at their feat of achieving points in arguably one of the more chaotic races they've found themselves in.

as she pulls away, she meets a forced smile and sad green eyes as she is pulled into a hug by logan. "i'm so proud of you today. i stayed and watched the race just for you."

"baby, i'm sorry for the dnf," she whispers, her smile faltering slightly as she wraps her arms around his neck. she's lifted off the ground slightly, the height difference making their public hug slightly awkward. "this is only the third race - i swear it won't stay like this all season."

"no, don't worry about me," logan grins, pulling away from her. with a tender hand on her cheek, he quickly pulls it away when a flash goes off at the corner of his eye. instead, he settles for a hand on her shoulder and shakes her slightly. "today is all about you, ms. record breaker."

"for what it's worth, the fia is under fire for the chaos of today's race," she frowns, rubbing his sleeves up and down to offer a sense of familiarity.

their dream of getting into f1 together has finally come true. it's just a shame that they've got to keep their romantic gestures on the down low, or kept under wraps in fear of the backlash she might get.

"stop trying to justify my race," logan smiles, squeezing a cheek. he takes a step back and huffs, tilting his head as he looks at her. "look at you - i could have sworn you were just that lonely girl oscar decided to befriend at karting. now you're in f1 making history."

her smile carves into something softer, and looks up at him with a glimmer in his eyes that he couldn't ever get tired of. "i wouldn't be here without either of you."

logan squeezes her arm. "sneak into my hotel room later? let's watch a movie."

"oh, max invited me for drinks at some bar tonight. celebrate my first points or something like that," she frowns. "come with us, please? oscar will be there."

"i'll be okay," he smiles. "then sneak in after the drinks. you're funny when you're drunk, anyway."

"i'll sneak some cocktails in your room so we can watch a disney movie together and cuddle," she giggles. at the call of her name by sebastian, mentioning something about an interview she has to go do now. "i'll see you later?"

"i'll see you later." logan bends down, closing an eye when he feels her lips pressed against his cheek. "love you."

she turns around, already being pulled away by an impatient sebastian. she twists her body back to look at him. she mouths, "love you."

-> hungary, 2023

she presses her lips together, rocking back and forth on her feet as she awaits the door to open. when it does, it reveals a clearly dishevelled logan with a towel hung around his shoulders.

he's already in his sweatpants, while she stood out in the hallway in a romper, ready to head out for the evening. she scans her boyfriend head to toe and slumps her shoulders. "baby, you're not going out with us tonight?"

he pokes his head past the door, looking left and right before he lets her walk into his hotel room. she sighs softly, following him further into the room.

he drops himself onto the bed and shakes his head. "i don't deserve to be out and about celebrating after the race today. you go ahead and enjoy yourself, babe."

"my love," she hums, climbing onto the bed with a hand finding his neck to massage the muscle. "just because the race didn't go your way today doesn't mean you should lock yourself up here and be by yourself."

he leans into her touch, turning to lie on his side. he slings an arm around her waist while she comfortably sits on his bed. "i just don't think i should be outside. i'm an embarrassment." he nuzzles his face into the side of her thigh. "good call to keep the relationship behind closed doors - you'll be ridiculed for being with me."

"what?" she says softly, never really getting used to logan's harsh words against himself. she hangs her head low, trying to meet his eyes. "please, don't say that. i'm very proud of you. dnf or not."

"you and oscar have gotten your first points this year. i still have not," he sighs, turning to lie on his back again. "trust me, you don't want people to know you're dating me."

"i do want people to know i'm dating you," she coos, running her fingertip down the side of his face. she moves down and props herself up on her elbow to look over him. "it's just complicated right now - you know that."

"but you get what i'm saying, right?"

"i do," she lays on her stomach, pressing a kiss on his bare shoulder. "okay, let me tell max i'm not feeling great to head out tonight for drinks. do you want to go and eat somewhere just the two of us?"

"what? (y/n), please. you don't have to do any of this. i'm fine being by myself tonight."

"i want to be with you tonight," she grins. "let's go shopping? it's our first time in hungary."

-> zandvoort, 2023

"mate, have you seen logan?" she asks, approaching oscar with a frown. with a pepsi can in hand, she sips on the straw as her bright eyes scan the paddocks for her missing boyfriend. "usually, he'd be right by my garage after a race, but i've yet to find him."

"i can't say i've seen him since before the race," oscar frowns, realising that it's been a while since he's seen logan. he also scans the crowd, hoping that it's just her height that's hindering her chances of finding logan. to no avail, he doesn't find logan either. "is everything okay?"

she shrugs. "i don't know. he retired from the race again, did you hear?"

"i heard. do you know why?"

"no," she shrugs. "seb's got no idea either. can you let me know if you find him, please? i've got an interview i need to go and do."

-> singapore, 2023

"seriously?" she cries, tears rushing into her eyes. she takes the bouquet of loud colours and holds it against her chest. "this is the sweetest thing ever!"

"you like them?" logan grins down at the flowers that clash against the dark motif of her race suit tailor-made for tonight. "i saw them in the mall the other day when oscar and i were out. i was banking on the fact that you'd make it into the points today.

"even luckier that you made podium."

"this is the cutest thing ever," she smiles, sniffling as she drops her head to smell the flowers. "thank you so much, logan."

"you deserve it."

"but i'm sorry for where you finished today," she frowns, dropping an arm and moving to his side. she puts an arm around his waist and squeezes him slightly. "was the car not good today?"

"i think it's the street circuits not being very kind to me," logan sighs, shaking his head. "but, please, enjoy your podium celebrations. i'll join you for drinks tonight?"

"oh, really? you're joining tonight?"

"of course! my girlfriend just made history again," logan says softly into her ear. he squeezes her shoulder. "i have to be there to celebrate with her, right?"

-> qatar, 2023

"fuck!"

"logan, please. just sit down - you're really dehydrated."

"no, god. i'm such a fuck up!"

"hey, don't say that!"

"i retired again because i couldn't take the fucking heat!" he tugs at the roots of his hair, tears threatening to spill out of his eyes.

meanwhile, his girlfriend sits in the corner on a plastic chair with her lips pressed together as he paces around the room against the medical advice of every personnel who's attended to him.

still in her fireproofs, the younger girl nurses her helmet in her lap as she tries to calm logan down. "it's okay, baby. you weren't feeling well. you couldn't have done anything else."

"i could have just sucked it up and raced like everybody else!" logan frowns. "even you finished the race despite your period! what's that say about me?"

she scoffs, eyebrows furrowed as his statement manages to hit her the wrong way. "what are you trying to say? that between you and me, you deserved to finish more because i was hindered by the fact that i've got my period?"

regret strikes logan immediately, and she can see it in the way his look softens and his shoulders slump. "no, that's not what i meant. i mean, like-"

"it sounds like the way it sounds," she says softly, hurt lacing her every word. she shakes her head as she gets up to her feet, helmet hanging off her fingers by the strap. "i'll call you tomorrow, logan."

"(y/n), please wait. i'm sorry."

"i just need to be alone," she frowns, turning her back on him as she heads for the door. "feel better and stay put until the nurse comes back with an iv for you. but i've got to go - i just can't believe you'd say that to me."

-> mexico, 2023

"god, i'm no better at 22 than i was at 18." logan holds his face in his hands, elbows propped up on his knees as he finds comfort in the beanbag in her driver's room after their media commitments. "i don't understand."

it's another race where he's forcibly retired and she's managed to climb her way into the points. despite starting in the back of the grid that afternoon, she managed to challenge lando climbing up the positions on the track.

while she lost out to the more experienced driver, starting 16th and eventually climbing to 8th is no easy task. with sebastian in her ear, it was a slightly easier task that had a lot of people confused and shocked at where she suddenly finished the race.

realistically, it helped that the car was just feeling much better with the upgrades that the team brought in for her this weekend.

but logan unexpectedly had to retire towards the end of the race. which, was disheartening after the point that he got just last week in austin.

"am i just not made to be in f1? i don't get it," he says softly. "something's not right."

all she can do is sigh. nothing about their predicament now is easy: she can't fully relate to the low he's feeling because- well, she's doing fine in her rookie season compared to him.

she knows that and so does he. they try not to talk about it, but it's something that looms over their head whenever they're on social media or are attending interviews together. it doesn't make it any easier that fans are easily gawking at her presence when they chance upon them together in public.

while logan loves being her boyfriend, the past couple of years being the best times he's ever experienced, it's easier said than done to be proud of your girlfriend's achievements when you're always in the trenches week after week.

"i don't even know if i'll still have a seat next year," he sighs, throwing his head back to rest on the wall behind him. "god. i don't know what to do."

"i don't even know what to say," she whispers, crawling over to where he is. she places a hand on his knee and rests her chin on her hand. "i'm sorry you're feeling like this, lo."

"i know you don't get it."

"i know i don't. but i'm your girlfriend."

"you being by my side means more than you think it does." he breathes out with a sigh passing his lips, a hand resting on her shoulder as they sit in silence. "you can boast about your achievements to me, you know?"

"i know." she turns her head to look up at him. logan forces another smile, her worried stare igniting something in him to make sure that she knows he's okay. "but i'm with you even in your darkest hours."

"i'm extremely proud of how far you've come this season."

"i'm proud of how eloquently you're trying to hold yourself around me," she frowns, tracing circles on the material of his jeans. "but you don't have to pretend around me. we celebrate my achievements when you're feeling better."

"we can do both." logan sits up, a hand cupping her cheek to lift it up to meet his gaze. "your achievements shouldn't be tucked away in some box just because i had a bad weekend. i'm happy enough seeing you make history."

"logan..."

"let's head out to dinner with oscar tonight. it's a celebration - you guys have done so well."

"we can just stay in if you want."

"no more of that!" he cheers, his lips meeting the tip of her nose. "we're celebrating tonight. let's dress up, let's go out and take pictures, and then we can post about them on instagram while people speculate about how too close we seem to be. i don't care.

"you've done so much for the sport, you should be celebrated, babe. if you don't want to, i will celebrate you."

she sighs, rolling her eyes. "you're an idiot."

"but an idiot you love, yes?"

"an idiot i love, correct."

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deadricslover · 9 months

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Relationship dynamics with SV5

here's my masterlist!

a/n: this is the first formula one post on my account! if you read my late night thoughts volume one, then you will know my love for f1

summary: just some relationship dynamics and scenarios with our fave <3

warnings: use of y/n...IM SORRY, language, mentions of sexual themes, long post?

pairings: fem!driver!reader x different eras!Sebastian vettel

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obvious x oblivious

the Australian Formula One race. It has always been one of your favourites to drive. It is clear why you have such a liking for it because you have so many happy memories from there. The time difference from your home country is the one thing you detest; it is impossible to wake up and go to bed at the right times here.

"last year's winner, how are you feeling" your teammate and best friend Fernando asks, nudging your arm and stopping you from what you are doing

"sleep deprived but excited. what about you? did you sleep at all"

"Very little. I watched a few of the films you suggested to tire myself out, but it didn't work" he responds in that all too familiar Spanish accent

you respond, "they were just too exciting" and you giggle a little. You two continue talking while you get ready for the upcoming race in the sweltering heat. Fernando says he is going to do some laps around the paddock to get some fresh air and invites you to come and you agree, needing to get out of the claustrophobic garage. You two are chatting about strategies and the meal you had the previous night until you hear your name being called. Lewis grabbed your attention since he hadn't spoken to you all weekend and wanted to ask you a few questions and say hello. You tell Fernando to keep moving and you'll soon catch up with him.

he agrees and continues walking until he gets to the red bull garage and spots Sebastian.

"hey mate, how's it going?" seb asks the world champion

"all good, man. what about you?" he replies

"good good. Ferrari are looking strong this weekend."

"yeah we are. this track really suits y/n's style of driving so I have high hopes for us this weekend." Fernando compliments, as soon as he says your name he looks over to you and lewis talking and seb follows his line of view to find you. seb secretly-- well, he thought he was subtle but infact he was the complete opposite, seb had a thing for you and Fernando always tried to get him to ask you out but he never had the guts to.

"yeah, she's great" he says, love oozing from him as he stares at your smile when talking to lewis and the way your hair falls.

"seb, seriously. I cant bear this anymore. please ask her out. you've got a hard on right now" Fernando informs the red bull driver

"what?!" he replies, looking down and seeing nothing and realising Fernando had caught him out.

"fuck off" Sebastian replies.

you look over to see Fernando and Sebastian talking and you smile and wave over, completely oblivious to the looks seb is throwing at you. this wasn't the first time though, seb had tried flirting with you before but you always thought it was friendly banter. you never thought Sebastian could have feelings for you.

"y/n's gonna be too tired this weekend anyway so you got off easy." Fernando tells him honestly. He wasn't wrong though, he could straight up say 'i love you' and you would just thank him. the jet lag kills you.

"another day or I swear-" Fernando starts

"okay, I get it. you want me to ask her out. I'm working on it"

"she is also just so oblivious to the signals you're giving her, so it's not entirely you're fault"

"thank you" seb replies sarcastically as he just now is realising that you're unbeknownst to his attempts.

another day... hopefully.

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bf who speaks another language x gf who is learning for him

it's widely known in the formula one community that Sebastian is infact German and German is his first language. for you, however, you don't speak German and you feel like him speaking your native language all the time is a bit unfair. so, you decided to get some lessons and watch some videos to try and learn some German for Seb. he doesn't know about this though and you thought it would be a nice surprise for him. you feel confident enough in your skills now to have a conversation with him. You both were at his parents house for dinner and German was being spoken here and there to accommodate seb's parents.

"Aus diesem Grund werde ich deinen Vater nie wieder kochen lassen" (because of this, I am never ever letting your father cook again) seb's mom tells him and the three of them laugh and so do you, seb looks at you confused and asks

"you don't need to laugh if you don't know what we are saying, basically she said that-" he starts but you cut him off telling him what she said

"she's never letting your dad cook ever again because he destroyed her favourite dish" you inform him and he looks at you lovingly but also even more confused than before.

"how did you know what that meant?" he asks

"I've been learning some German for you. did I get it right?" you answer

"for me? you didn't need to do that, darling" he replies placing a hand on your thigh and drawing shapes on it to show a bit of love.

"it's unfair that you're always speaking English for me, so I need to return the favour"

and with that he couldn't keep his eyes off of you the whole night. for you, it's nothing much, just showing appreciation. but for him, it's everything, the fact you were willing to learn a whole new language just so he could feel a sense of home. he appreciates it more than you know.

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chef bf x gf pro taster

you have spent the whole day with one of your dearest friends who moved away a couple of years ago with her boyfriend, but now, she is back in town as they broke up and you offered her a place to stay until she gathered herself and found her own place, of course you had ran this past Sebastian and he was also okay with it as he knew how close you two were even when she wasn't physically with you. you two just got home from collecting her from the airport and getting lunch while seb was out also doing his own thing.

the aroma coming from the kitchen as soon as you stepped inside was unbeatable, Sebastian had spent the evening cooking a lovely meal for the three of you to eat when you got home. you show your friend to the room she is staying in and then make your way down to the kitchen to see seb. you enter the kitchen to see his back turned to you and he was stirring a pot.

"what are you making" you ask appearing next to him.

he informs you what he is making and the sides he is preparing also. he takes the spoon out if the pot full of the food and blows on it to cool it down before placing it in font of your mouth to taste.

"taste it for me? be careful, it's hot" you say before blowing on it again and taking a bite. it was delicious.

"seb, that's so good" you compliment

"I try" he replies smiling

"is this what it's gonna be like living with you guys for he next couple of weeks?" your friend comments entering the kitchen to find the two of you.

"she is my professional taste tester, I need her opinion" he replies to her and we all just laugh it off and eat dinner which was unreal. if Sebastian failed as a driver, he could have been a chef and would have been a renowned world famous one too. not that he wanted that but he sure could have been.

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overly affectionate x blushes easily

seb is the most affectionate man you have ever met, he always must be showing you love in some way, whether it's holding your hand, bringing you flowers, letting you decide what movie to watch, he just wants you to know how much he appreciates you. he also notices and takes into account, every little thing you do so he can incorporate that into his daily life.

for example, this f1 season had started out great, but a couple of races back, Ferrari had gotten some new upgrades to the car that didn't work and have been jeopardizing your performance. They assured you and Fernando that they would work out and to give them time and experiment different tactics that suits this particular upgrade. Needless to say, you were not looking forward to this race at all. you hear your name being called from the front of the garage, so you walk out to find seb in his racing suit, ready to go but with a t-shirt saying I heart you but with your initials and racing number. you could have kissed him right there but wanted to keep the pda away.

"seb that's so sweet, I love you so much"

"anything for my favorite driver"he replies which makes you blush

"that's a bit biased, don't you think?" you reply while he grabs your hand lightly in his

"I don't care" he smiles

despite you trying to avoid pda for the cameras, you don't care in the moment, so you kiss him. just like you said you wanted to. To be completely honest, with Sebastian you don't really mind showing a little bit of pda because you care for him so much. he just brings that out in you, he brings out the best in you.

the gesture replays in your mind and you start to blush just thinking about it, seb's lips against yours and his hands around your waist add that all add to that blood rush.

"awh, you're blushing." seb teases as he pulls away

"stop" you whine slightly embarrassed at how easy it is for him to get you to blush. again, seb just really brings that out in you.

seb hums in disapproval as if to say no way and places a kiss in your hair whilst keeping you close to seal it all in. you make a mental note to snap a photo of him in this t-shirt to brag to your friends about how much better seb is than their boyfriends....kidding obviously....

------------------------------------------------- I have a pt. 2 if you guys want it!

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frenziedfireworks · 9 months

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Scribner's Desk

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary : You and your boyfriend wait for Scribner to leave. Sebastian has other ideas to get back at the old woman.

CW : SMUT, f!reader, 18+ Characters, daddy kink/princess, degrading/praising, oral/fingering (f!receiving), orgasm denial, fucking in the library, breeding kink & creampie

A/N : I swear I write more than just smut for Seb.. I have so many things in the works. T-T

Sebastian and you had a habit of sneaking into the library at night for as long as you could remember. Hell, your first memory of him was the day he took the blow for you against Scribner. Now, Scribner was not as fond of these memories or said escapades.. She had even stayed later than usual in attempts to catch the two of you. Not that it worked.

“I think she’s given up.” Sebastian whispered to you from the bottom of the stairs, grinning as Scribner walked off. You were surprised the old woman could even stay up till one am.

“She’s dedicated, if anything. I’ll give her that.” You murmured. Sebastian hummed as his arm reached around your waist and turned you to face him. His hand brushed against your cheek and he leaned in for a kiss.

“You look so good right now.” The freckled man said between breaths, his lips sucking at any flesh he could find. Your body heated at the compliment and your hands buried in his hair. His tongue rolled over the spots he left along your neck, soothing the small pain.

“Look at you. Letting me mark you up in the library. Such a naughty girl.” Your moan only seemed to egg him on, the palm of his hand wrapping around your throat.

“I wanna fuck you on Scribner’s desk.” He grunted and you swore your eyes popped out of your head.

A small ‘ok’ left your mouth before you knew and he yanked you into his hold. His footsteps were harsh as he slammed you against the desk and waved the door to lock.

“Don’t worry darling, I won’t let Scribner watch as I demolish you.” Sebastian’s crude laugh filled your core with desire and you bucked back into him. His groans were delicious and the friction of his erection was even better.

“Seb-” A harsh scream left your mouth without warning as his hand smacked against your ass.

“Don’t you get hasty. I want to enjoy my time.” His arm rubbed your core against him and his head fell against your shoulder.

“I bet you’re fucking soaked. Let’s see.” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice as his hands undid your trousers and ghosted towards your cunt. Your body shook as his fingers finally made way to where you needed him the most.

“Oh princess, you are. Is this all for me?” He teased as his digit pressed further against your ruined bloomers.

“Y-Yes. All for you.”

Sebastian seemed to like that answer as his finger slipped through your folds and probed at your hole. Your hands gripped at the wood of the desk, desperate for anything to hold onto. You felt Sebastian shuffle behind you and almost screamed as you felt his hands yank your panties down. His breath tickled at your core and it was taking everything in you not to buck into his face.

“What a good girl. I can see your hips twitching. You need daddy’s help?” Sebastian cooed and leaned even closer. His fingers teased at your nub a few times, getting a few mewls out of you before he moved in. His tongue swept over your folds and teased at your pulse. He was always like this at first - a big fat tease before he drove himself up the wall. You didn’t mind it though, you would take anything he was willing to give.

“Oh baby you taste so good. Making a mess on my face.” Sebastian groaned as he pulled your legs even further apart and speared his tongue into you. Your moans only picked up as continued his brutal pace and brought you closer and closer.

“I’m so close Seb-” Your words stopped as he slowly pulled back and licked his lips. That bastard.

“Why did you stop?!” Your eyes flared at the loss of an orgasm and he just cackled.

“Oh princess.. You didn’t think I was going to let you come on my tongue, right? You’re only made to take my cock.” His hand slammed against your ass and you squealed. You were impatient and rutted your ass against him. You received another slap to the ass in retaliation.

“Would you give me one second? I can’t even zip my pants down because you’re such a cock hungry whore.”

The words made your body ache, watching from over your shoulder as his cock slapped out of his briefs. The sight alone made your mouth drool. His tip was red and weeping. Precum dripped down across the shaft, enhancing your view of a thick vein. Part of you wanted to get on your knees and let him face fuck you but you were too desperate. You needed him.

“You like the view sweetheart?” Sebastian grinned as he lined himself up and tapped his cock against your folds. His teases continued as he humped the outside of your cunt.

“So fucking wet. Tell me what you want.” His hand yanked at your hair and forced you to look at him.

“I need you to fuck me.”

“You need who to fuck you?” He questioned and you whimpered.

“I need you to fuck me daddy.” You batted your eyelashes, doing your best to be his pretty and obedient girl.

“That’s what I fucking thought. Only daddy can fill you up like this.” Sebastian’s cock sank into you and it felt like bliss. The stretch of his girthy member was always painfully satisfying.

“Mmmh~” You moaned out and Sebastian took the hint. His grip on your hips was almost as rough as his thrusts and his mouth never truly stopped.

“Fucking take it. Look at your pussy get ruined.” Your head was pushed down to where the two of you connected and you clenched. Your eyes took in the fast pace of his cock ramming in and out, covered in slick.

It wasn’t long before you were a ragdoll in his hold, his hands yanking at your scalp to pull you into him. His cock pistoned violently and you could feel the stutters in his form. He was as close as you were.

“So close.” You howled as you felt a rather harsh tug to your hair. Your body clenched around his cock in anticipation.

“Fucking cum. Cum with me while I fill you full.” Sebastian’s voice and pace faltered as your eyes rolled back and you gripped him like a vice. Your body jolted as white ribbons of cum filled you and Sebastian’s profanities flew past his lips. The two of you laid against the desk for quite a while, catching your breath.

“So much for Scribner’s plan to ruin our fun. If anything I think I have to thank her.” Sebastian laughed as he pulled out and winked at you. You only groaned at the snarky response and began to redress.

“You’re so full of it.”

“And you’re so full of me.” Sebastian retorted and your jaw dropped. You weren’t surprised but you had to admit that it was a good one.

“Wow. Nice one.” You guffawed and the boy leaned in to place a kiss on your lips.

“Thanks babe. I’ll be here all night.”

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maxybabyy · 2 months

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Daniel wins in Malaysia, crossing the line just before Max to take his first of the season.

The rush feels sweet, delicate. The car has been better this year, already pulled home a win for Max in his first race with the team. But it’s still not reliable, doesn’t chew out wins like the Mercedes does. So he knows he has to cherish this, doesn’t know when it will happen again.

He sits on the podium and pours the champagne into his shoe, drinks it to the sounds of the crowd and prays the moment will last forever.

Max drinks the shoey when Daniel hands it to him. “Daniel, no. Come one,” he says, shaking his head. He looks out into the crowd like someone’s going to stop them – his dad, maybe. But Daniel doesn’t care.

He doesn’t. The shoe isn’t too full when he hands it over, watching as Max lets the liquid spill over his chin, onto his suit. Max cheers, hands the shoe back with a laugh, and Nico looks at them like they’re both insane. Maybe they are, Nico too with the season he’s having.

It feels different like this, soaked in champagne with Max by his side.

Wins with Seb had never felt like this. Even towards the end, three wins under his belt, Daniel knew Seb still thought he was better than him. Doesn’t think the shoey would have gone over as well as it did with Max, but then, Max was a bit of an odd kid.

Most of the team comes out to the club to celebrate, dressed up and ready to party.

Max sticks to his side for the entire night, keeps an arm wrapped around his shoulders so they don’t get separated in the tight crowd. “It was not so bad, I think. The drink,” Max tells him, yells over the loud music.

“Better be for what I paid for it,” Daniel responds, speaks directly into his ear. He can smell the sweat on his skin, the champagne he mustn’t have washed off well enough, soaked through whatever overpriced cologne Max uses now. “Are you even old enough to buy your own drink?”

It must be the fourth time he asks, but Max still laughs.

His mouth looks impossibly wide as he throws his head back. His lips look soft like this, sticky and pink with drink. He finds himself thinking whether his lips would taste like sweat too, or if the gin has left a trace on Max’s mouth, if the tonic would taste bitter on his tongue if they kissed.

“Always I am nineteen, you know this, Daniel.” Max says, knocks their knees together where they sit pressed together in the booth.

Daniel does, maybe. He remembers the party they had not long ago, Max sloppy with drink as he welcomed him in, warm hands heavy on his waist, on his hips.

“I was of course talking about the shoey also,” Max continues, points to Daniel’s feet like he would still be wearing the boots. “It was very good, no? For sweat, I think. Salty.”

Daniel laughs. His hand wraps around the curve of Max’s thigh, gives it a shake. Max’s entire body moves with it, sways with the motion, so Daniel digs his fingers further into the muscle, jerks him around until Max joins him.

The taste of the shoey has always been second to the bit; a bitter bite at the hand of victory. But it’s worth it, he reckons, to watch someone surrender to his charms.

It fits then, that Max would like the taste too. Daniel doesn’t mind it, can drink from almost anything if the crowd around him is big enough – the lone ashy still fresh in his mind. But it’s like, kisses after blowjobs. Fine separate but like, kinda gross when you end up with come in your mouth.

“I’ll take the compliment, Maxy,” he says instead, swallows what’s left of his beer. “It’s getting late, yeah?”

Max shrugs. His lips look huge around the tiny straw of his drink, cheeks hollowed as he sucks on it, making the ice cubes clink loudly. He’s been leaning into Daniel’s side for a while now, eyes heavy as he talks about the race, of the podium they shared. There’s still a handful of Red Bull guys left that could get him home safe, or Daniel could like, stuff him in a cab with his pocket full of cash, make him promise to sound off when he got back to the hotel. But, like.

There’s a group of ladies who has been looking at the two of them – Daniel more than Max, but not by much – dark eyes and pretty dresses, fans most likely. And Max came in second today, he deserves to celebrate too, doesn’t he?

Daniel squeezes his thigh again, tries to shake some life back into him. “Maybe we should head back to the hotel, continue the party there?” He says, smiles wide at the blonde who hasn’t stopped staring at him.

Max puts down his drink with a heavy hand, pushes his thigh against Daniel’s, shoves it further into his grasp. Daniel feels the muscle flex underneath his hand, the warmth seeping through his jeans. He’s getting bigger now, filling out in places Daniel thought would stay slim, no longer the scrawny kid robbed from the cradle.

“Yes, this is of course what I want also, Daniel,” Max says, blunt and firm, like it’s a fucking strategy meeting, and he’s already decided what tyres he wants to start on.

“Let’s find some ladies, then.”

Daniel is just about to nod them over when Max hooks his knee over his thigh, makes his hand slide further into the crease of Max’s groin. “It maybe could be just us also?” He offers. His face looks complicated when Daniel turns to watch, fat, pink lip sucked in between his teeth. His breathing comes out in pants, heavy and warm, and he’s close enough now that Daniel feels it on his skin. It makes him shiver.

“What, Maxy?” He says, teases. “Are you gonna make me feel good, baby?”

Max huffs, stares him down.

The thing is. Max probably would if Daniel asked. Get on his knees, mouth open wide to let him fuck into it. Daniel doesn’t know if it would be good, still doesn’t know what Max gets up to when he isn’t around. But he would try at least. Look at Daniel with those blue eyes, dick deep in his mouth and ask, This is what you want, Daniel? This is good for you also?

But it doesn’t. It wouldn’t work like that.

Daniel is half-hard now, from the atmosphere of the club, the release of the win. And Max may be handsome – pretty even, in his oddly shaped body – but he’s still a dude. And Daniel doesn’t. He isn’t like that.

“Yeah, nah, think I’m gonna give it a pass, mate.” Daniel says. He nudges Max back into his own seat, limbs folded into his body, and stands up. “Will you be alright, or do you want me to find someone to take you home?”

Max lets out a sharp breath and then seems to kick himself into motion. He shoves away from the booth, stumbles onto too long legs, and makes his way past Daniel, “I will of course be fine. Goodbye, Daniel."

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Drive with you Forever

Chapter Eleven: The end leaves room for more

Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris x Reader

Chapter summary: The end is just the beginning....

Warnings: depictions of abuse. Toxic media, mentions of murder and death, court trials,

Notes: have no fear, this may be the end of one story, but I promise there's more to come for these four ;)

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The media had caught wind of what happened. It was an absolute PR nightmare. She’s sent Christian an email with the entire footage and not just what was leaked. She was thankful he understood.

How did nobody understand what she’d been through? Why did they feel the need to make her feel worse?

She couldn’t eat. She couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t think.

Her tears had run out days ago. The lack of fluids in her body causing dehydration.

She’d gone dark. Nobody had heard from her. The boys only using their media platforms to make statements about how things needed to change and their positions.

They’d been gone for pre-season testing. She was staying with Hanna and Seb since the paddock felt like to much right now.

Nobody had heard from whatever this group was calling themselves now. Her fathers small army. More interestingly, everyone had yet to hear from Jos Verstappen. The man who’d been seen helping pin his son to the ground and get away without a scratch.

“It’s quiet without them.”

“If it gets to bad I can hop on a plane with you to go see them.”

She shook her head. Grateful for the offer, but they needed to focus.

Lando especially since he had to navigate another new teammate this year.

Sergio had taken over her spot permanently. Max had already driven with him for half a year, .so it wasn’t as new to him.

“Do you think I’ll ever get back to normal?”

Seb looks at her with fascination. “Normal is overrated. Bees are far from normal and they are great.”

“Are you really comparing me to a bee?”

“It’s not a comparison, it’s a compliment.”

They boys find themselves catching up with everyone in between sessions. The air around them trying to be calm but it was obvious there is a massive elephant in the room.

“Can we ask about what happened? Like are you three okay?” Asks Alex. He’d always had a kind nature and wants to make sure his friends had the support they need.

“Nothing much to say other then the media sucks.” Hisses Max. Everyone else nodding in agreement.

“Y/N is hiding now because people are ripping her to pieces.”

The grin that appears on George’s face doesn’t go unnoticed. “We could always make a bigger statement.”

“What would that entail?”

“If all twenty drivers stand as a united front then maybe people will start to listen.”

“And how exactly do we do that?”

“We boycott.”

The first race of the season is always an exciting moment. She felt like a child again creating her spot for the next two hours on the couch.

But when the television was turned on, the drivers were nowhere to be seen. There were no interviews. Nothing.

The commentary Box was doing nothing but singing her praises. Mentioning every victory and achievement she'd made in the sport.

Then, across the Grid, the drivers, her friends pratically her family, were holding a flag out with the words 'Self-defense is not murder. We stand woth Y/N.' Written across in bold letters.

But then her boys were not there.

No, they were on the podium with their own signs. All words about how the media needs to stop the hate.

She cried.

Seb and Hanna were smiling like idiots because they knew.

It hadn't taken much to get everyone on board. Only a few days to organize. The entire F1 grid, driver, teams, commentators, engineers, mechanics, team principles, are all standing as a united front on her behalf.

For the first time in weeks, her tears were of pure joy.

She went to the next race. Still out of the prying eyes of gossips. But she wanted to be there. Her place is in the racing world.

An hour before the race, Lando came running into the redbull garage with Charles in tow. Successfully scarring her and Max out of their chairs.

"You two look like I said we'd do your favorite things tonight. What did you do?" Max playfully glares at them, pulling a laugh from the female next to him.

"Look at it! It's the best thing I've ever read in my whole life!" Charles gestures to Lando's phone.

"Didn't you cry at shakespear and claim it was also the most beautiful thing you'd ever read?" The female quips.

"That was different. This isn't tragic."

Max takes Landos phone from him. The Brit look like he might pass out from the happiness.

Breaking: Jos Verstappen and US head of experimental sciences arrested for alleged kidnapping and attempted murder.

Her and Max stood in shock. This is a joke, right? There is no way they might get to love in peace.

"It's great right! Kind of- I'm not sure I guess how I should react. Are we happy or sad-" She shuts Lando up with a kiss.

"Best news ever."

The Redbull staff shoots them all confused glances as they crowd into Max's small driver room. The four of them need a moment with nothing but the fact they could potentially put this behind them and start moving toward better mental health.

They took a minute there, and then they ran to Christian. He dropped everything to tell the rest of the team.

Next came Carlos and Daniel. They cheered and hollered in joy for the four. The relief in their faces cause them to smile.

It wasn't long until the entire paddock knew.

But then it was time to race, and they had to leave each other's arms. Goodluck kisses on each if their foreheads.

While she waited for lights out, she called Seb.

"Did you see it?"

"See what?"

"They're gone. They're really gone." She chokes.

"That's amazing news! I take it you'll be celebrating tonight?" She can hear the suggestive wiggle if his eyebrows.

"Not sure yet. Everything is so ovedwhelming." She sighs. "I'm free now."

"Oh love, you were always free. I'm just glad you can see it now."

"It just felt like with him running around I couldn't breathe. Like he could appear at any moment."

"But you don't have to worry about that now. Whatever happens next we'll take it day by day, just ad we always have."

Step by step. Day by day.

They would figure it out.

All good things take time, and now it's finally her turn.

The trial was far too long for her liking. It took three days to pronounce him guilty, sentenced to life in prison for a shopping list of offenses. Some she didn't even know about.

It was never her fault her mother died during childbirth.

It was never her fault. None of it was. She was just made to believe she'd been to blame.

After the trial, she'd gotten a permanent position as a redbull strategist. A position she loves and intends on keeping for years to come.

Jos was sent to the Netherlands and also given jail time for his offenses. Max had sarcastically wished him well as the older Dutch was escorted out.

Now 2023 is in full swing. Only on race number four but it felt like it had been years.

Technically speaking, it had.

Seb, Hanna, Charles, Lando, Max.

They had gotten her through so much.

And as she lay with them. Their smiles wide as they recall funny stories from their past, she knows she is safe. She is loved in their arms.

This is not the end of her story.

After all, the end is just the door to a new beginning.

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Note: I definitely stayed a little too close to some of their heart events, but I still think they’re cute.

When the Bachelors/Bachelorettes realize they have a crush on you:

Bachelors:

Sam

- You two definitely were friends for a while until he realized his feelings for you.

- And honestly, he seems like the oblivious type to me, to the point where if someone flirted with him, he’d take it as a compliment and move on.

- With you however, it’s different.

- Any kind of flirt, tease, or joke would put a slight blush on his face.

- At first he didn’t really know why, you were his friend, and just his friend. Right?

- He just felt really comfortable with you, like he could talk about anything and you would just continue the conversation without any hesitation.

- In my opinion, he would start realizing his feelings for you once you started trying some of his hobbies. Like skateboarding.

- “Sam! You did a kick flip!”

- He’d have a huge grin on his face.

- “Yeah! I did!” He turns to you, his excitement taking over. “Do you wanna try?”

- Whether you knew how to skateboard or not, it wouldn’t matter to him. He’d teach you, skate with you, and try to impress you with his killer moves.

- Bonus points if you end up singing or playing an instrument with him. He would literally swoon.

- Whatever you wanted to do with him didn’t necessarily matter though. What really mattered to him was that you wanted to do it with him.

Sebastian

- When you two first met, he honestly didn’t think much of it.

- Like “Oh, a new farmer, cool.” And would shrug it off.

- But once you started visiting him, bringing him food and talking to him, he eventually warmed up to you.

- I think the moment you two really clicked, was when you would talk about your personal lives in front of the mountain lake.

- Although Demetrius wasn’t the worst dad, he definitely wasn’t the best. Constantly showing favoritism towards Maru, ignoring Sebastian, and bashing his work ethic.

- It was too much for Sebastian.

- He went to go out to smoke near the lake and there you were.

- “Hey Seb.”

- “Oh. Sorry. Didn’t realize you were here.”

- His eyes are still a bit red and puffy.

- “Are you okay…?”

- He wouldn’t respond at first, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets.

- “It’s fine. I was just leaving anyways I-“

- He stops when you sit down on the grass and pat the spot next to you.

- “Come sit with me.”

- He ended up venting the entire night, finally opening up about himself to you. Once he realized, he was deathly afraid of your response. What you’d think. What you’d say.

- But when you comforted him, actually listened and sat down with him, a huge weight he didn’t know he had was lifted off of his back.

- It was refreshing to him, to have someone who’d listen and sit in silence with him.

- He wouldn’t mind having you around as much anymore. Hell, after that night, he’d sometimes go out of his way to see you more. To show his thanks and appreciation. And maybe even more.

Harvey

- I think we all know Harvey is very, very shy when it comes to love or romance.

- In fact he’s shy around the town in general.

- When you first come to town, you can see that he clearly separates himself from the community unless he’s either working or exercising. But even when he’s exercising he doesn’t really socialize.

- Once you start helping him open up, going at his comfortable pace of expressing himself and socializing a little more, he’ll realize you’re not like the rest of the townsfolk.

- He’s not the type to go out of his way to talk to everyone, and in response not many people go out of their way to talk to him.

- But when you come by, coffee in hand, he doesn’t freeze up or feel uncomfortable around you.

- He does eventually start freezing up around you when he becomes self conscious and anxious about his own feelings.

- But you bring the best out of him after all. Why should he be afraid of that?

Alex

- I’m a little split on this boy.

- Because George isn’t exactly accepting of gay marriage at first, I think Alex might think similarly at first. It’s just the way he was raised.

- So if you are a girl, he would definitely throw out harmless flirts and pick up lines.

- If you are a boy however, I think he’d just hang out with you and spend time with you without the flirts/sexism.

- Regardless of gender, I think he’d start realizing his feelings later on.

- Opening up about his mom and his dad, talking about sports, thinking more and more about farming.

- Your support towards him becoming pro, you being there for him when others weren’t, and sunshine energy is probably what draws him to you more than anyone else (cough cough Haley).

- After your support, your comfort, just your presence. I’m sure that’s when he starts thinking more about the future, and how you’d play a part in it.

- Also side note, I think he starts reading and exercising his because because of you and I think that’s adorable.

Shane

- Honestly, I think it would have to be during his six heart scene, or at least the aftermath of it.

- What can I say, I’m unoriginal.

- All I can imagine is after Harvey pumps his stomach and he’s awake, he’s staring up at the ceiling, wondering to himself, “Why did they stop me?”

- He would eventually come to the conclusion that you, the farmer, cares about him.

- Like, actually cares about him.

- Ouch.

- But seriously, he would not be able to wrap his head about why you would stick by him, even at his lowest.

- It would take him a couple of weeks to really accept it.

- But after he does, he starts to fully embrace it and begins to change for the better. To finally quit drinking once and for all.

- Everytime he sees you, you’d be able to see his face light up a little.

- “Hey farmer. I just wanted to thank you for everything. I really needed that wake up call.”

Elliot

- As much as he loves romance stories with huge revelations and dramatic gestures, the way he realized he liked you wasn’t exactly huge.

- It was just how much you’d come over to support him, to talk to him and to make sure he wasn’t too lonely on the beach.

- Sure, he’d go to town to visit Leah, or to go to the saloon for a drink or two, but no one really came to him.

- It was such a nice surprise to see someone making their way to him, especially if their farm is across the town.

- Your support was what made him swoon.

- “Elliot! This draft is so good!”

- “The way you wrote this out was so beautiful and detailed, I felt like I was within the book.”

- “You’re an amazing writer Elliot.”

- He’s never had this kind of support back in the city. So to hear someone else, also from the city, talk so positively about him and his book?

- Let’s just say he had a lot more romantic book ideas in mind for the next few weeks.

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lestappenforever · 6 months

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Hello hello again! I am very honoured to be called social-psychological anon 🥹 I’m very happy people liked the last ask because I’m such an over thinker on things like this and love having to put my thoughts into words especially about lestappen because there is just so much to be said! I wanted to drop a couple of thoughts because I couldn’t help but be inspired by the absolute FEAST we had just now, but first I want to add some context for those thoughts:

I think why Max stands out so much in lestappen interactions is once more because of approval seeking and in particular because of how obviously he yearns for it from Charles and that, sadly likely has a lot to do with his upbringing. (Small side note: I always am super careful when speaking about these things because after all these are real people and we are privy to many of their personal experiences and these “analysis” and references are always done with the greatest respect)

I myself was in a similar situation to Max in the sense that I was also in a very competitive athletic environment when I was growing up and I can say from personal experience that that situation literally alters your brain chemistry especially when you have parents that are very overbearing and are like backseat drivers in what is supposed to be your own pursuit. Max has said himself about how much his fathers approval meant to him but over the years and exposure to more people and more invested parties has led to a broadening of the spectrum from whom he seeks that approval; now it is most likely from Christian, Helmut, at one point Seb who he really respects and of course Charles. The point being that Max is much more obvious about seeking approval because that is synonymous with reward and when your developmental years are forged by a balance of competition and reward- approval, appreciation and praise become very important especially coming from people you have placed in special positions (how I previously mentioned Charles and Max carving out of special positions for one another).

Now Brazil has thus far provided us with plenty of “giggling blushing kicking his feet golden retriever vibes” Max but for me one of the standouts was when Max, mic in hand, was ignoring the interview in favour of talking to Charles before finally turning and giving a bashful laugh and actually starting the interview.

The way I see it, he isn’t giggling because he has been caught out or anything else, he is giggling literally because he is so happy that Charles is reciprocating his energy which is obviously a form of approval and he wants to continue the conversation even at the expense of the interview because he is afraid that if they stop, Charles will go off and speak with someone else and he will be left sulking. This plays into the jealousy of Charles’ attention being with another driver at a time that is supposed to be Max/Charles time (which is post-race because they don’t interact that much outside of that meaning that emotions and reactions and eagerness to please is much higher at these points) It also puts into perspective Max’s staring at Charles during his interview because Max is literally laser focused waiting for Charles to finish and wanting to immediately catch his eye so Charles can’t be distracted by someone else.

Another minor detail of him saying “Charles and I discussed” and then “our last laps” is part of a bigger thing I will defo talk about at some point which is performative relationships. Max has a tendency to perform (that is to highlight) his interactions with Charles. He has done this numerous times- especially recently- by ignoring interview questions, bringing up the “inchident”, coming up to Charles during his interview and starting a whole debrief session (Bahrain), in Monaco where he was walking behind Charles but sped up to catch up to him and start a conversation by complimenting his suit when he was very aware of cameras following and also in Monaco having a super awkward- no less sweet because Max was really trying to find something to say but it was just borderline stuttering 🥹- interaction about weather but also done specifically for filming purposes. Psychologically people advertise their relationships whether they be romantic, friendships or work-related to make themselves feel closer to the other person by creating an association in other peoples minds of the two of them.

This is on brand with Max’s unfaltering and unfailing insistence of Charles being his rival even when the Ferrari tractor puts a stop to that dynamic because in Max’s mind it is always them and he wants everyone else to see that. Which is also why I am 100% sure that generally Max LOVES that Charles is his rival and that is also because of how different the lestappen brand of rivalry is as opposed to for example Lewis and Max. It’s a longer topic but I really think that Max sees Charles as an extension of his F1 and racing identity especially because of their shared history and how they seem to be likely to have a similar dynamic to Senna and Prost (without the pre-Prost retirement ugliness because I think they have a very different view of one another) ie, how Senna was obsessed with Prost and vice versa and how after Prost retired Senna just lost his spirit because of how interconnected their identity became with their career and their career with their rivalry. I think Max wants his relationship with Charles to be how Prost described it: “no one can talk about Aryton (Charles) without mentioning my name, and no one can talk about me without mentioning his”.

I will defo be popping in intermittently with other thoughts but for now I hope everyone is having a great weekend - and praying we will continue to be fed 🫶✨

Social-psychological anon has returned with more incredible Lestappen insights and my jaw is quite honestly on the floor.

Social-psychological anon, I don't even have anything to add to this because your words are such a wonderful, true statement on their own and I am actually in awe of you and this ask. Thank you so, so much for sharing your thoughts, and please don't ever stop doing so.

I love you and this and every single thought in that beautiful mind of yours. ❤️

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Some diplomatic shenanigans before my exam on wednesday. The feedback I get from you guys is truly overwhelming and I cannot thank you enough 😭🥺 Next up, first maxiel meeting? Hmm?

1,2,3,4

When Daniel finally emerges from the bedroom, the villa seems completely abandoned but the door to the terrace is open. When he gets out, he sees Seb standing by the grill. He is humming a quiet tune, the sizzling from the grill almost like a beat to it.

“Oi, where are the twinks?” he asks loudly.

Seb chuckles as he turns around. “Out there, twinking somewhere.” He hands Daniel a bottle of chilled beer, waiting for him to stop laughing. “They went to Nice to pick the others up.”

Daniel nods and doesn't ask why Sebastian stayed behind. He plays it safe, attacking before Seb even has the chance to admit he is his designated babysitter.

“So,” Danny starts, the condensation on his hand making him squirm. “Did you, finally?”

Seb looks away immediately, clicking the grilling tweezers in his hand loudly. Mute, he shakes his head no.

Daniel moans, even though he expected the answer. “Oh my god, Sebastian. This is pitiful.”

Sebastian is glaring now, flipping the zucchini on the grill like his life depended on it. “You managed to kiss the kid a month after meeting him. Sorry that I’m not like you!”

Daniel hip-checks Seb, “Max wasn’t a kid, come on. He was an ambassador in the US-“

“I remember you called him a jailbait several times-”

This certainly isn't the first time Sebastian has tried this tactic. Like the other times, it isn't working. “Charles wasn’t a kid either, and he certainly isn’t a kid now. Come on, Seb. All these years?”

Daniel imagines Max had the same conversation with Charles in the morning somewhere on an old racetrack. He feels hollow pain at realising he probably won’t find out: he doubts Max will be sharing anything with him after the fight. Even after three years of marriage, he still uses the silent treatment as the punishment of his choice.

“Isn't he dating the Spanish model?”

Sebastian's hair looks almost golden in the afternoon sun. Daniel doesn't get it. He doesn't know if the thought of the ethics of his feelings for Charles or the doubt of the authenticity of Charles' feelings makes him like this.

“I don't know how to tell you this, Sebastian. You're not together, that's true. But it's not because of the lack of trying from his side.”

Sebastian turns around, a macabre grimace on his face. “I can't- Because of me- I won’t let him waste it-“

“He’s already wasting it, Sebastian! Max told me he is thinking of working for UNESCO!” he spits the word out like a curse.

Sebastian opens his mouth to retort something but is cut off by the noise of people entering the villa. Suddenly, the terrace fills with laughter and loud voices, and Daniel turns to the grill so he doesn't have to see the way Max's eyes skip him over.

Daniel yanks out the grilling tweezers from Seb's hands, and he gives him a weird look. He turns around a few of the zucchinis to distract himself. He has to admit - Seb is onto something.

He suddenly feels arms wrapping around his torso. He flinches so hard that the tweezers almost fall out of his hand. The hands grip him tighter, feeling the ribs sticking out underneath his pastel green shirt. Max said it complimented his skin tone when they were packing. He looks down, the simple wedding band glimmering in the light on the left hand, now gripping his hip. If it wasn't for the smell and the touch he knows better than anything else, the Audemars on his wrist would give him away. Daniel tenses, expecting a comment about his weight. All he gets is a sigh and the weight of Max's head on his shoulder.

Max kisses Daniel's neck right at the spot where it meets his shoulder, where it turned slightly red from being in the sun the whole day yesterday. “I missed you, schatje,” he murmurs and Daniel is so shocked he doesn't react in any way.

“I know- I know it's hard for you, sometimes. I will try to make it easier, okay? We will talk later. We're alright.” Max speaks quietly and confidently. Dizzily, Daniel wonders if Max connected his phone to Daniel’s McLaren to call the therapist on the way to Nice.

Daniel's mouth is open and he blinks a few times. Max thinks he looks a bit like a fish.

In the weeks following The Catastrophe, the fights would escalate on the next day, Daniel not being able to suffer through the silent treatment. He would always say something that would eventually make the whole situation even worse. Max had his line prepared, “it's the same shit with you every time, you fucking asshole” or a similar equivalent, looking sick of everything, looking sick of Daniel. He would usually wait for Daniel to start crying before storming out, though. That, he couldn't handle.

Sebastian says something in rapid German aimed at both of them. It snaps Daniel out of his thoughts and as Max answers, a small smile forms on Daniel's face. They are alright.

Seb obviously expects a contribution from Daniel's part as well, waiting a second after Max finishes speaking. “Really?” Seb looks at Max exasperatedly, shaking his head disapprovingly. “All this time and you still haven't taught him German? That's humiliating.”

Max yelps. “How is that my fault?!”

It's not only the three of them anymore, Alex wandering by and looking at the grill with loving expression. He smirks in Daniel's direction, messing up his curls with a hand currently not poking around the steaks Seb put aside. “I think the conjugation might be too much for his pretty little head anyway,”

“I told you, Max, Australians are basically glorified Americans,” Seb adds in, laughing gleefully at Daniel's expression.

Daniel finally finds his footing. “How is knowing four languages not enough?”

Max smirks, a glint in his eyes. “Doing Russian lessons on Duolingo doesn't count as knowing a fourth language, cowboy,”

“You are a freaky bunch, yet I'm the one ostracised here!” Daniel splutters, undignified.

“Oh, oh, oh! Ostracised, that's how he's trying to show us he's excellent in his mother tongue.” Daniel glares at Alex while everybody else laughs. “Come, come, Georgie! You two can have a rap battle or a spelling bee competition.”

George is just entering through the main doors, carrying three travelling bags in one hand. He looks taller than usual. Anne and Charles enter next, so deep in their conversation that they don't notice the weird exchange between Alex and George as he tries to beckon him over.

Charles is talking so fast that his words get all tangled up in each other. Daniel thinks he always looks the happiest when speaking French. Anne looks equally excited, only if a bit pale.

“Anne! Hey, nice to see you again!” he rudely interrupts Charles mid-sentence, and Anne smiles brightly at him, accepting the kiss on the cheek he gives her. “You look a bit pale, everything okay?”

“Well, the ride-” she shrugs, smiling bashfully, unwilling to finish her sentence.

Sebastian groans. “Weren't you racing in the morning? Guys, this is not nice to our guest-”

Charles points his finger at Max without losing even a second. “He started it!”

“How do you even race on that kind of road? The airport is literally thirty minutes away.” Seb is shaking his head, but the keen smile on his face gives him away.

Max is sitting on the lounger now, peeling an orange. “I won, Daniel,” he says, matter of factly, like he didn't hear anything Sebastian said. He is expecting praise and gets it, Daniel smiling at him with a thumbs up.

Half of the things he does are done to impress Daniel. Always will be, probably. He hands the other half of the peeled orange to Daniel.

Sebastian turns his attention to Anne and introduces himself even though she very clearly knows who he is.

“I'm Anne Mayhew,” Her eyes are bright. “It's such an honour, Mr. Vettel. I used your proposed analysis operationalisation of a conflict resolution in my dissertation and thought it spectacular.”

Sebastian looks taken aback by the words. “Oh,” he sounds giddy, like always when someone asks him about his research. “Well, now I'm intrigued. I didn't think someone would be willing to go through all that, especially because Weber's operationalisation is far easier to do right-” Seb cuts himself off. “Mayhew, you said? Like-”

Charles turns from where he is sorting through the food from the grill that needs to be served on the table. “Yeah, Seb, just like that. Give me a hand here, would you? You can talk about your analysis guide later.”

Daniel watches them without blinking, sure that he is missing something.

Seb huffs. “It's not really an analysis guide-”

Pierre turns up only when they all sit down, the food almost gone. He is leading a petite girl by hand. “Y'all look like you came out of the lifestyle magazine,” he says, his accent more pronounced than usual. He slaps the girl's ass lightly before she sits down, and she giggles. She doesn't acknowledge the rest of the people around the table.

Daniel kicks Max's foot under the table. Max's eye twitches. It's even worse than last year.

Charles coughs, trying to conceal the laugh that threatens to bubble over. “So,” he says, leaning his elbows on the table. “As a defending champion, I think it's only right if I choose the partner for the quiz first.”

Max shakes his head no immediately. “Defending champion,” he scoffs. “You cheated.”

Alex is ready to intervene, “I choose George. Max, you choose next.”

Max smirks at Charles. He is ready to win. “Anne.”

“I thought I was your good luck charm!” Daniel gasps and puts his hand over his heart theatrically.

“Shut up, do you think I forgot how you helped Charles last year? Fucking snake.” he scrunches his nose at the memory and Daniel laughs brightly, winking at Charles.

Charles looks smug, happy with the situation. “I'm choosing Daniel, then. Seb is the taskmaster. Pierre, do you want to join?”

Pierre is whispering something to the girl's ear and doesn't react in any way.

“Ehm,” Anne says hesitantly. “What are you guys talking about?”

“Pop quiz! Nothing to be worried about.” Max assures her but doesn't mention how he threw Daniel in the pool last year for helping the enemy. It was the first time they didn't win. With Max's geography and history knowledge and Daniel’s weird-facts obsession and solid pop culture perception, they always decimated their opponents.

“The winners get one favour from each player,” Charles adds, putting away the plates and filling their glasses with more wine.

Sebastian makes a show of scrolling through his phone, finding the questions from the last year that he didn't get to ask. They all settle down, wondering who would be the first to lose their nerves this year.

“First question for Galex.” George is sitting ramrod straight. Alex already looks done with the game. “Which two artists came up with the number one hit song called WAP?” Sebastian asks in the most serious voice he can master.

“WAP? What does that even stand for?” George's shoulders sag. Anne can't help it, she bursts out laughing at the situation’s absurdity.

“Oh, I know, I know! It was the rapper, right?” Alex snaps his fingers a few times. “Cardi B!” he yells out, and Seb makes a beeping noise with his mouth.

“I said two artists, Alex.” he sighs, turning to the next couple. Alex doesn't even have time to defend himself. “Daniel, question for you. What's the highest Polish mountain range?”

Charles tsks. “That's a trick! It's the Tatras, for sure. Not really theirs, though, right?”

Daniel shrugs.

“One point for you.” Seb winks at Charles. “Fine, Max- Kiribati consists of how many atolls?”

Max looks up to the sky as if counting in his head. Daniel rolls his eyes at the theatrics. He knows Max doesn't need to count anything.

“32 atolls, that's for sure,” he says, and Anne interrupts him, voice firm. “Don't forget about one coral island.” Max nods, smiling warmly at her. “Yeah, we're going with that. 32 plus one coral.”

Seb nods, showing them a thumbs up. He turns to George again, “The capital of Mongolia.”

“Ulaanbaatar,” Alex answers and Sebastian continues with the next question. “Who is Taylor Swift dating now?”

Daniel looks unsure when he looks at Charles, who doesn't hesitate to answer.

“Man of culture, I see,” Sebastian smirks and Charles just shrugs, refusing to be ashamed. A point is a point. “Who made the decision to carry out the first French nuclear test?”

“Why are you giving us the tricky ones?” Max grumbles.

Sebastian brushes a frustrated hand through his hair. “I am not! I don't skip questions, no cheating.”

“Must be Gaillard, right?” Anne quips and Sebastian nods. He doesn't have enough patience for Max's antics.

They get on with it for a while, but it's painfully obvious Max and Anne are an even stronger team than Max and Daniel. Charles' face falls with every question they answer correctly.

“Aand, the last question: What is the name of the latest Kendrick Lamar's album?” Sebastian asks Max, who looks at him blankly. Anne doesn't let him despair for long, answering correctly.

“Okay, that's 25 to 19, guys. 12 for Galex, you really need to work on this,” Seb is chuckling, reclining in his seat.

Everyone is waiting for Charles to start grumbling. “You suck, Daniel. How come you didn't know who got the Grammy for the album of the year? You like music!”

Daniel scoffs, finishing his wine in one big gulp. Max turns to Anne before the fight can break out. He doesn't feel like saving Daniel from the devil that is Charles when he loses.

“Okay, this is your first time, so you must be very mindful about the favours you will ask for. Everyone owes you now. Don't waste it.” he advises in a grave manner, then turns to the other end of the table. “George, I want you to call Toto Wolff and ask him for his upper-body workout routine. Tell him you've always admired his chest and biceps and dream of having a body like his one day. Now, please. Thank you.”

Anne looks at them in shock and gasps when everyone starts snickering as George pulls out his phone.

Daniel corners Charles in kitchen under the pretence of helping him with the cleanup.

“You know her? Anne?”

Charles has his hands in the bubbly water in the sink, up his elbows. “No,” he shakes his head. Daniel doesn't say anything, choosing to wait him out. “I know her mother. And you know her too. Geertruida Mayhew, UNHCR?”

Daniel feels his jaw tick in surprise. The sun had just started to set, and the orange rays coming through the window made Charles look angelic.

“Mean Gertie is Anne's mom?”

Charles nods, an almost painful grimace on his face.

“But she's like-” Daniel takes a washed plate from Charles' hands, mechanically drying it up with a tea towel. “Ginna told me her husband accused her of abuse during the divorce. That's why she couldn't run for the high commissioner.”

Charles nods again, a little more stiffly.

“That's why he chose her, right? Max? Is that why he chose Anne?” Daniel whispers, scared that the people filtering into the villa will hear him.

This time, the other man doesn't react. “Listen, Daniel, what are you asking me for? You know him better than anyone in the world. Better than he knows himself, even.” And that's about the only confirmation Daniel needs.

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Chapter 29:

'Cause you kiss me and it stops time…

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The moment we touched ground in Brazil the bubble Charles and I had been in for the past days bursted. A whole bunch of fans were expecting us when we arrived at the hotel, I expected them to be there for Charles mostly but when I saw a lot of girls, but also guys wearing Audi merch and waving me over I was honestly surprised. I smiled at them, signed their stuff, took pictures and had small talk. Topic number one: Charles and I. Of course. After a couple of minutes the security ushered us inside and I waved the fans goodbye.

"How does it feel, when you see that your fanbase grows from race to race?" Elijah, asked and I shrugged my shoulders.

"I don’t know. It’s always overwhelming when I see only one person with my merch… but seeing a whole bunch of them? Unbelievable." I said as we entered the elevator.

"Charles, what do you think?"

"I’m just happy that Lizzie finally gets the attention she deserves. She’s a F1 driver, a race winner, has multiple podiums. She’s one of the best on the grid. And she’s also the most beautiful driver on the grid… of course she’s getting more and more attention." he held me by the waist and I blushed "She’s also the most adorable driver out there, blushing with every little compliment she gets."

"Okay stop now. Don’t get too sappy." I laughed.

"Nope." Charles pinched my side.

"Hey!" I slapped his hand a little.

"What is planned for today?" Elijah looked at us.

"We’re a bit earlier here than usually. So I guess not much? Later on we’ll be working out. Tonight we’ll have dinner with some friends that are also here already." I said and he nodded.

"Charles you have your best friend, Joris, most of the time with you, Lizzie, do you sometimes wish that one of your friends would be constantly by your side?"

"I mean it’s different, you know? Joris is Charles photographer and content creator. I don’t have that. My friends are also either with kids, like Julia or Andrea, or are getting their career started, Shima in the design world or have really demanding and fulfilling jobs, Daniel as a pilot. So yeah. That’s fine. They come to races whenever they can, the rest of the time I have Dad or some of my family with me."

"And you have me! Hello?" Charles looked at me and I laughed.

"Oh shit! Yeah, of course! I have Charles! Oh and Joris! Because when Charles has his bad days where he’s grumpy as fuck Joris likes me more than him."

"Okay. This is not what I was hoping to hear. Ouch." Charles let go of me and pouted a little.

"Oh come on! I’m just joking!" I smiled at him but then turned to the camera "I’m not!" I mouthed, Elijah and the rest of the crew laughing.

"I saw that." Charles mumbled and we laughed.

"We let you guys now unpack and get ready for your work out. Oh and Lizzie, this week we also talk with some of the other drivers. Seb, Lewis, Max and Pierre. If you want to have a look over the questions then we can send them to you." Elijah looked through his phone but I shook my head.

"No, it’s okay. You ask what you think is right!" I smiled and waved them off.

"Alright. See you guys later!" he smiled and they left.

"Weird, weird, weird!" I mumbled as soon as I closed the door.

"Oh just a little…" Charles chuckled and opened his suitcase "Getting filmed the whole time really is… yeah weird."

"I’m sorry. We can talk with them and stop doing that." I looked at him.

"That’s not what I meant, cara mia. It’s okay. Really! It’s just… yeah weird is the right word." he said and pulled out his clothes, storing them away in the closet.

"JK and I can work out later, so that you and Andrea are having some peace and quiet."

"Lizzie stop overthinking! It’s okay! I was filmed before. I can handle it. Let’s sit down for a bit, relax, unpack and then get ready, okay?"

"Okay." I sighed and did exactly what he said.

An hour later I looked into the mirror, turning from side to side.

"Can I wear that?" I asked.

"What?" Charles looked up from lacing his sneakers.

"Can I wear that? I mean… they film us."

"Yeah and you wore work out clothes before?"

"I know, but before I wasn’t filmed? Or rather before I kinda never really cared how I looked then…" I sighed and Charles shook his head.

"Yes, you can wear that. You look good. Ready for an intense work out." he laughed and grabbed his phone "Andrea is ready, can we go?"

"Sure. Let’s go." I nodded and we left for the gym where JK and Andrea waited for us, together with the film crew.

"We just position 2 cameras here and over there and have Tom walk around you. The rest of us will stay in the back." Elijah explained and we nodded "Alright, ready when you are then. Ready, and action."

When 90 minutes later, Elijah and the rest of the crew left I plopped down on the floor, arms and legs spread out like a star.

"Did we really have to do the most intense work out session ever in front of Netflix? I sweat like hell!" I groaned and JK laughed.

"You had no work out now for 5 days. You can handle it." he replied and I chuckled.

"Who said I didn’t work out?" I wiggled my eyebrows and he laughed.

"That doesn’t count!"

"Why not? It’s also an intense work out! Sometimes even multiple times a day."

"Impressive."

"Can you stop talking about that?" Charles looked at us while Andrea behind him had to fight for his life to not burst out laughing.

"Why? You should be proud!" JK chuckled and pulled me up, handing me a bottle of water.

"Multiple times a day? Not bad!" Andrea let out and Charles glared at him "Oh come on! Don’t be shy now!"

"No, stop talking about that, because we’re not alone anymore." Charles said right when the glass doors of the gym opened and Pierre walked in and we all but stared at him.

"Umm. Hi?" he said slowly.

"Gossip Girl." Charles greeted him and I laughed and hugged him next.

"What did I miss?" Pierre asked and Charles patted his back.

"Nothing, we were just talking about our work outs."

"Our intense work outs." I added.

"Wow. Interesting." he shrugged and I laughed.

"Absolutely."

"You guys are ready?"

"Yup. The gym is all yours!" Charles grabbed his towel.

"See you later tonight?" I asked and Pierre nodded.

"Yep, Daniel and Max are joining us as well." he said and I smiled.

"Alright. Have fun!"

"What about a nice lunch on the terrace?" Charles asked when he put on a fresh shirt after we had a shower.

"I’m in. I could eat." I finished blow drying my hair and made a loose bun "Ready?"

"After you, my lady." he opened the door and I walked out.

"What a gentleman." I chuckled.

"Always for you."

We got inside the elevator and as we arrived in the lobby and walked out Charles looked at his phone.

"That’s Sylvia. She wants me to call her because of the event tomorrow." he sighed and I patted his arm "Why don’t you go and find us a nice table and I call her real quick."

"Okay." I kissed his cheek and walked outside on the beachfront terrace to find a nice spot in the sun when I got a text from Dr. Lindner, reminding me of our session in 15 minutes. I already had an unsent excuse to cancel the session, not wanting to talk about the last few weeks.

"Excuse me, Miss, you’re stealing my sun." sunglasses and hat on his head, in shorts and t-shirt Dr. Lindner looked up from his armchair and I was taken aback.

"What are you doing here?" I looked at him.

"If the mountain will not go to Mahomet, let Mahomet go to the mountain." he grinned.

"Oh wow, really?" I chuckled.

"Your last therapy session was more than 3 weeks ago, you cancelled 4 appointments and after Mexico I basically texted you daily that we should talk… but apparently you were busy." he chided and nodded towards the chair next to him and I plopped down in it.

"I’m driving in F1, travelling around the world, a Netflix crew is following me and I have to attend sponsor events, I also have a boyfriend and I love spending my little free time that I have with him."

"Oh yeah, you and that Charles Leclerc guy, I’ve seen it all over social media. How’s that going." he joked and pulled out his notebook and pen.

"He’s not coming back, right?" I sighed.

"No, he’s not."

"So you both tricked me?" Charles was really convincing, I had to give that to him.

"Like I said. I think we need to talk. And the fact that you don’t want to, just confirms my theory."

"Do you really want to do this here? In public?" I asked and looked nervously around.

"Almost no one is here and besides, I don’t think that someone understands us anyway… German maybe, but Swabian, come on now." he laughed and I nodded, he was right "So… ready to unpack the drama that seems to follow you around?"

"Can’t wait." I mumbled waving the waiter over "Hi, umm can I get a raspberry caipirinha? For you Doc?"

"Beer, lager, whatever brand you would recommend." Dr. Lindner said and the waiter smiled and walked away.

"Okay. Then let’s talk."

After 40 minutes Dr. Lindner looked once over his notes and then closed the book.

"You see, I don’t love the drama. It loves me." I concluded.

"Something I realised quite early when I met you…" he chuckled "But don’t you think this is also a chance?"

"A chance? For what exactly?"

"A chance to say fuck it and don’t care anymore? It’s all out in the open now. There’s nothing to hide anymore."

"And you think it’s that easy?" I laughed.

"No, I never said it was easy. But look at what you’ve overcome already. I think you have the strength in you to make it. You just need to have enough faith in you, just like everyone around you has."

I thought about his words, I was scared what people would say if they knew about Charles and me. But the truth was, even before we were together people talked the same shit like they did now. Nothing changed, just the fact that they now talked about us as a real couple and not a presumed one.

"Yeah, you’re right. I really can say fuck it now."

"Can I join you?" Daniel asked and I turned around.

"Sure." I waved him over and he sat down.

"How are you?"

"Good? I guess. I don’t know." I laughed and Daniel shook his head.

"Yeah. The last weeks, it was a lot. What am I saying? The whole season… the public never really made it easy for you."

"No, not really. But I’m used to it. I mean sure, it’s still not easy reading or listening to all that bullshit, but I can’t change that… and I’m tired of trying. It is what it is. A whole lot of people hate me. There problem. Not mine."

"That’s the right mindset!" Daniel chuckled and took a swig from his beer "So umm… I wanted to ask you something… I mean, you saw me butt naked hiding in your sisters closet in Monza, so umm- yeah you know that her and I are… well we’re seeing each other."

"Yeah, I’m aware of that…"

"I just wanted to let you know that this with your sister… it’s not just a casual fling or something. It’s more. So much more… I- I love her." he looked at me and I smiled.

"That’s good to hear, really. I’m happy for you two!"

"I just need to know one thing… of course we talked about or ex partners and our past but she was really reluctant when it came to Liam’s dad, I didn’t want to push her too much, but I don’t know… when she talked about him, I had the feeling that she’s scared of him? Or that something horrible happened? But she won’t tell me. And it’s okay. I figured that it wouldn’t be easy… but I need to know. Is she scared of him? And if so, why, what happened? Do I have to protect her from him? Will he make any trouble if he finds out about us?" he looked at me with big eyes.

"She should tell you that herself, Daniel. I know my sister all too well. I know how she will shut you out of that, but you need to try. You need to show her that you stay. That you’re in for the long run. She’s been through a lot. Her ex… he was an asshole. We never liked him. He manipulated her. He controlled her. And to be honest that it could go this far was partly my fault, my parents were so busy with me and my career that my siblings were left to their own devices more than once. We knew that he wasn’t a good guy. We tried to reason with her. But she didn’t listen. She said she finally found someone who put her before everything. I knew that it was a dig towards me, being the one taking away all my parents attention. She was happy for once. He was sweet and charming in the beginning, showered her with love and attention. Attention she never got because of me. Of course she was falling fast and deep. Moved in with him, made him the centre of her life. But he changed… let’s say, he wasn’t the guy she fell in love with anymore. She never told us anything. She kept it all bottled up. Probably because she was scared of us saying told you so. When she got pregnant… after a couple of weeks there was a shift. Like she realised that she couldn’t have a child with him, couldn’t raise a child in that environment, then she told my mum everything. And I had to stop five guys from committing a murder…"

"Five?"

"My Dad, Marcus and the Leclerc boys."

"She has a lot of good guys taking care of her." Daniel smiled.

"And now she has one more."

"Yeah… but what you were saying about her ex… I should be worried then? Or at least alerted?"

"A little worry and awareness never killed nobody, right?" I downed my drink.

"No, probably not." he leaned back and we sat in silence for a while "You know that it’s not your fault? That he did what he did?"

"Of course it’s not my fault. But maybe if my parents weren’t that busy with me, she wouldn’t cling to the first guy who was a little nice and charming and gave her attention…" I said bitterly.

"No Lizzie. Your sister told me that it had nothing to do with you. Or your parents. She never felt neglected or anything. She was old enough to understand what was going on, that you needed that support." Daniel reassured me as Charles joined us.

"You guys okay? You’re gone for a while now?" he sat down next to me and I nodded.

"Yeah, we were just talking a little." I said and Daniel nodded.

"The guys are ready to leave…"

"Okay, let’s go then." Daniel said and we got up.

Back in the hotel Charles looked at me while I brushed my teeth, washed my face and did my hair, but he kept quiet.

"Okay, ask whatever you have to ask!" I said when I got into bed.

"You and Daniel, about what did you talk? There was a weird tension between you guys when I came outside…"

"He told me he loves Sissy. That he’s in for the long run."

"But that’s a good thing? No?" Charles cocked an eyebrow.

"He asked about Sven… because my sister isn’t telling him much…" I sighed and leaned back.

"Oh… and what did you say?"

"That he should ask her… I only told him that he’s an asshole and that she’s been through a lot because of him…"

"It’s better when she tells him the whole story herself, you’re right." Charles got in bed as well, pulling me against him "But I’m happy for them. Really. She deserves a good guy like Daniel."

"She really does." I snuggled into his side.

When the race week officially started on Wednesday with media day I stood nervously in front of the mirror, doing my hair.

"You look amazing, stop being so nervous. It’s not the first time we arrive together at the paddock!" Charles chuckled, grabbing his phone, sunglasses and cap.

"No, but it’s the first time since we’re a couple. Do we hold hands? Will they expect us to kiss? I’m just… I don’t know, okay?"

"Okay, first off, we don’t care what they want, only what we want. Second, we walk in like always. You and me. Together. If you want to hold my hand for support, do it, if not. That’s fine as well. Don’t worry." Charles calmed me down and I nodded.

I saw the photographers, reporter and fans all looking our way when I scanned my paddock pass and the crowd that gathered made me grasp Charles hand, holding it tight.

"It’s okay, cara mia. Just focus on me. It’s all good." he reassured me, pulling me to his side, squeezing my hand. He navigated us through the crowd and we took pictures with fans, signing stuff but still made our way towards our hospitalities "See that wasn’t too bad, I’ll pick you up later for the press conference."

I nodded and kissed his cheek, turning around to walk inside but he grasped my wrist and pulled me in, kissing me fiercely.

"I want a real kiss from now on. We don‘t have to hide anymore."

"Okay…" I said breathlessly and Charles swiped a loose strand out of my face before he left.

"Here they are, our lovebirds!" Max laughed and Charles rolled his eyes while I chuckled a little.

"When’s the wedding?" George joked and hugged me to his side.

"Why? You think you get invited?" Charles raised an eyebrow and I laughed.

"Ouch!" George held his hand over his heart "That hurts!"

"Who says they get married anyways? That’s so old school!" Pierre stated and I nodded.

"You tell 'em!" I replied and could’ve sworn I saw a flicker of sadness in Charles face for a second.

"Drivers?" an F1 official called us in and we walked inside, sitting down.

Thankfully Tom Clarkson didn’t ask or say anything about Charles and I, but I knew as soon as he would open up the floor the questions would fly around like crazy. And I was right. From when it all started, to how it started, to why we kept it hidden, everything was asked but Charles and I tried to stay as vague as possible, we discussed beforehand that we didn’t want to share too many details.

"Alright, we have time for one last question, yes, the lady in blue please."

"Susan Boulder, CBS Sports, question for Max, Pierre and George. You all know Charles and Lizzie for a really long time, raced against each other in karting then later in F3 and F2, now in F1. What do you guys think of the two being a couple and racing against each other? How do the drivers think about the whole matter in general?"

"I mean, it’s not really a surprise now, is it? We all were basically just waiting for the moment when these two finally admit that they were dating… I think they showed over the course of the season that they can be a couple and still battle hard on the track. We’re all now rooting for the first grid baby." George chuckled and I blushed, Charles just laughed.

"Yeah, George’s right. It’s not a surprise! I know them since I was 8 or so and always knew that they would end up together one day… when I was younger I even was jealous of Charles, I mean we all kinda were! Around 13 or 14ish some of us had a huge crush on Lizzie but she only cared for Charles. She broke a lot of hearts. But no. All jokes aside. I’m happy for these guys and if that grid baby plops out, it will have a whole grid full of uncles." Max said and I looked at him with wide eyes "What?" he asked me and Pierre chuckled.

"I think Lizzie never knew that a lot of the guys back in the day had a huge crush on her." Pierre said and I shook my head "I was one of them, but just for a short while… but yeah, you can ask everyone who was with us in karting, Esteban, Alex, Lando, a lot of the guys had a crush on her… I remember that there were even fights over who would sit next to Lizzie. Some of the guys even said the race winner should be allowed to sit next to her. And in the end she always broke our hearts by sitting down next to Charles." Pierre laughed and he nudged my shoulder.

"Lizzie? Your thoughts on that?"

"Umm- I honestly had no idea… I mean, yeah I don’t know what to say, it’s just crazy? The race winner should be allowed to sit next to me? Really?" my face was red. Dark red. And Charles took my hand in his and squeezed it.

"I’m just glad that I was the one to win that race." he said and now I had to laugh.

"Oh you’re so freaking cheesy! What race? The race to my heart?" I said and he nodded.

"Yup. Most important race of my life."

When we walked outside, Pierre pulled me to his side, but before he could say something Charles nudged in between us, pulling me tight to his body, his hand on my waist.

"Stay away from my girl!" Charles said and I had to contain a giggle.

"That wasn’t a problem before?" Pierre asked, grinning like a devil.

"Yeah? That was before I knew you had a real crush on her! All of you! I always just thought you said that to tease me! To annoy me! So stay away from my girl, Gasly!" Charles glared at him.

"Oh come on, calamar! I’m just messing with you! We all are, right guys?" Pierre laughed, patting Charles back.

"Yeah, absolutely…" Max said sarcastically and Charles shoved Pierre away.

"Oh look! Alex, mate! Come on over… you remember back in the day, when we all had a huge crush on Lizzie?" Pierre said and Alex laughed.

"How could I forget that? She was my first heartache!" Alex said, grasping his heart dramatically "I think I never got over the fact that when I gave her my juice box she took Charles’ one instead."

"Oh fuck off, Albono!" Charles groaned and I bursted out laughing.

"You brought me cranberry juice, Alex! I never liked that. Charles had a tropical punch… that was the fuel on the way to my heart!" I chuckled and Charles pinched my side.

"Careful cara mia, or I’ll make you regret your words later on…" he whispered in my ear and I bit my lip.

"If that’s not Lizzie, the girl of my 14 year old self’s dreams!" Esteban laughs as we passed him.

"Okay stop! I don’t give a fuck who actually had a crush on Lizzie, or who just did it to rile me up! That’s over now. My girl. Okay? Mine. Only mine. Not yours. Not yours. Not yours. Not yours." Charles said, pointing out at each of the guys separately before he stopped and looked at Pierre "And most definitely not yours. Mine." he pulled me in and kissed me fiercely and I was perplexed "And now my girl and I leave you idiots. Good-fucking-bye!" he grabbed my hand gently, pulling me away and I mouthed to the guys a silent sorry. Although I had to be honest, seeing Charles this riled up and possessive made me feel all kinds of things, most of them in between my legs.

"Didn’t know you were that possessive." I said after a few moments and he chuckled.

"When it comes to you? Always!" he kissed the side of my head "I’ll pick you up later on? The meeting shouldn’t be too long."

"Alright. Same for me. Just text me when you’re ready and then I’ll let you know."

The whole weekend went by in a blur, with Netflix following my every step. Our car worked fantastic here on Interlagos and when I parked on the P2 spot after quali, not many people were surprised. Charles hopped out of his car and walked straight up to me.

"Hey polesitter." I laughed, pulling off helmet and balaclava.

"Hey almost polesitter." he smiled, kissing my cheek.

"I thought you want real kisses?"

"Yeah but not when everyone is staring at us…" he laughed nervously and I smiled.

"Yes! Thank you! I was honestly really nervous because of that!"

"Me kissing you?" he asked.

"No! You kissing me, here, giving the audience a little show."

"Don’t worry. I save that for your or my next win." he squeezed my waist and then walked to his team, I walked to mine.

"I think we’re having a real chance tomorrow!" I said to Pete and he nodded.

"Definitely!" Felix added "Maybe it’s going to be another win."

I chuckled. Another win would be nice. But Charles in front and Max and George behind me definitely wouldn’t make it that easy for me. Another win would be a really tough fight. A fight I was willing to take on.

As I expected it, the battle with Charles, Max and George was intense. Whereas Charles stayed most of the time in front, I had to defend hard from Max and George, but in the end I could create a big enough gap to focus on Charles. The very last lap of the race was crucial. I crossed the finish line. What an amazing race. But the penalty was making it oh so bittersweet.

"Was it enough?" milliseconds that felt like ages were passing by as I waited for Pete’s answer. I gripped the steering wheel in a tight grip. Every fibre of my body ready to burst into either euphoria or devastation.

"You’re a two time race winner, Lizzie!" Pete cheered and I felt relief flooding me, together with the sweet taste of victory.

"Fucking hell! Wooohooo! YES! We did it guys! We did it!" I screamed.

"Fantastic job! Brilliant!"

"I love you guys! What a brilliant strategy call! What a fantastic pit stop! Amazing! Fucking amazing!" I felt like on cloud 9.

But right as I parked my car in P1, I looked to the left, watching as Charles parked his car next to mine. From the way he held his head, I knew how he felt. And when he climbed out of his car, head hung low, all the happiness I felt a moment ago was gone, replaced by sorrow. I got out of my car, walking to Charles, trying to talk to him but he only shook his head, pulled me into his arms for a second.

"Congrats, cara mia!" he whispered and squeezed my hand, then turned to his team, walking away, hugging them, ignoring me for now. I gulped and walked up to my team, their loud chants and happy singing not making me feel any better at all. I didn’t even hear what they were saying, just stood there, letting them pat my back, arms, helmet. The whole interview, cool down room, even on the podium I felt a tension between Charles and me. He smiled. Poured champagne over me. Pulled me to his side for the photo, even kissed the side of my head when we walked off. But he didn’t say a single word, other than congrats.

I was dreading the press conference. I knew people would pick up the tension between us and would ask questions to make us react. I tried to stay as neutral as possible. Only stating facts. Charles did the same. It was the last question that made me feel more than uncomfortable, when we were asked why we were so cold towards each other after the race, that they expected a little bit more of PDA.

"We’re still professional athletes and this is our job. You won’t see us making out when one of us won a race. We react the way we react. Today it was maybe because the adrenaline was still raging through our bodies, after that last lap, so we maybe didn’t jump happily in each other’s arms being all happy. But I want to say this, I’m more than happy for Lizzie. She’s a brilliant driver and displayed it today again. I’m incredibly proud of her." Charles said and I looked at him, he smiled a little and nodded.

"Alright. That’s it for tonight. Thank you all, see you next week in Abu Dhabi for the last race of the season!" Tom Clarkson ended the press conference and Charles jumped up, waiting for me to follow him outside.

Charles POV:

"Can you please say something?" she looked at me with pleading eyes.

"What do you mean?" I asked, taking my hoodie off.

"I want you to say something!"

"What do you want me to say?"

"I don’t know? Anything!" she sounded frustrated.

"Anything?" I raised an eyebrow and sat down on the sofa, taking my phone out.

"Yes! Anything! Since after the race you haven’t said a single word! You congratulated me and since then nothing. Cool down room, no words. Podium, no words. Walk to the press conference, no words. After that walking back, no words. You waited for me, no words. While driving back here, no words. So please just say something! Anything! If it helps yell at me! But just say something!" she was getting mad.

"What Lizzie? What else can I say than what I already said during the press conference? You didn’t leave me any space, I had nowhere else to go. It was either you or breaking heavily, which would’ve ruined my already screwed tyres." I didn’t want to get over it again.

"But I was in front." she countered.

"No, you weren’t." I sighed leaning back.

"I was."

"Okay."

"That’s it? Okay?"

"What else?"

"I don’t know! Can you just say something other than that diplomatic shit?" she spat out and I sat up.

"Why? It’s no use. I got the penalty. It’s done. You forced me to make that move. Your tyres were even more done for than mine. You knew that this was your last chance to pass me, but even then it would’ve been a miracle if you could’ve stayed in front of me, our straight line speed is way faster than yours. You knew the only way to win was to force me into this move, and stupid me took the bait." I said emotionless and she stopped her pacing, looking at me.

"What?" she sounded genuinely confused.

"What? You wanted me to say something. Anything. And I did." I got up and grabbed a bottle of water.

"No, that’s not what I meant. You think I tricked you? You think I did it on purpose?"

"Oh come on Lizzie! That move? We perfectioned it back in GP3. Forcing someone to force you off track." I said bitterly.

"Yeah, but I would never… you really think I did it on purpose?"

"I don’t know, okay? It looked like it. You could’ve braked. You had enough time to do it. But you decided against it. You didn’t brake. I didn’t brake. I forced you off track because I already was too far gone and braking would cost me my tyres. You came back behind me, but I got the penalty." I took a big gulp of water and sat down again, while Lizzie just looked incredulous at me.

"Okay, tell me if I get this right. You think that I came this close and didn’t brake to force you into braking or forcing me off of track, which the latter happened. Then you got a penalty for forcing me off of track and lost your win. And all the reaction I get from you is this?" she waved her hands at me and I tilted my head "Why aren’t you mad at me?"

"Who says I’m not? But it’s already done? I can’t change it anymore."

"Yeah maybe but you could at least say it. Let your emotions out."

"Do you want me to yell at you?" I was confused now.

"Yes! I want you to be mad an-…"

"I am mad!"

"Then show it!"

"What the fuck? What would it change?"

"If it was Carlos, Max, Checo whoever, you would’ve stormed up to them after the race and be furious! But because it was me you just accepted it and that was it." she was furious.

"You think I let it slip because you’re my girlfriend?"

"Yes you did!"

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes.

"No! Not whatever! I don’t want you to treat me differently!"

"I didn’t! Or did you miss that I, in fact, did not brake and went full on into you! Forced you off track! Just because I didn’t start shit after the race doesn’t mean that I’m not fucking mad. I am. It was as shitty move. But then again, I don’t know if I wouldn’t have done it as well in your position. But I’m not sitting here now and have a fight or whatever this is with you about it!" I was frustrated. Why did she want to fight? Why didn’t she want to just leave it be and celebrate her win?

"See! You don’t even think that we’re fighting!"

"What? Lizzie you don’t make any sense right now! You won. I didn’t. End of the story."

"No! Not end of the story. I want you to have the same reaction with me like you would have with any other driver!"

"BUT YOU‘RE NOT ANY OTHER DRIVER FOR FUCKS SAKE!" I was seething "There, I said it. Is that what you wanted? Yes, I would’ve called out any other driver after that! I definitely would be really fucking pissed. And I am really fucking pissed! But why do you want to fight so bad? Why do you want me to scream and shout? FUCK!"

"BECAUSE I DON‘T WANT YOU TO TREAT ME DIFFERENTLY JUST BECAUSE I‘M YOUR GIRLFRIEND!" she full on screamed.

She stood there, face red, breathing heavily, staring at me. Waiting for my reaction. I got up, grabbed my phone, wallet and jacket and looked at her.

"I’m not doing this, whatever this is, Lizzie. I’m sorry, but you are my girlfriend and if that causes a problem for you, then I can’t change it." I put on my shoes and walked out the door. We both needed to cool off.

I didn’t sleep. Not one second. I was lying awake in bed. Staring at the ceiling. Not knowing what happened. Was it me? Did I push him too much? Because I wanted him to have a reaction? But he should have one. He should be mad at me the way he would be with any other driver. I couldn’t be an exception just because I was his girlfriend. That’s not fair. That’s not how this should work. I texted Charles again. No reply. I called. No answer. I groaned frustrated and checked the time. 1:11 am. Great. At 6:45 we had to leave for the airport. And I had no idea where Charles was. Packing up our suitcases, searching through the room to not forget anything I questioned myself. Why did I react like this? Why didn’t I leave it be. Was this what I feared? That he would treat me differently, now that everyone knew that I was his girlfriend? But then again, would he react or rather not react like this if we were still keeping us a secret? My head began to throb and I laid down. But sleep wouldn’t find me. Instead I waited for Charles to come back.

The door opened and Charles walked in. He quietly closed it, slipped off his shoes and then slowly made his way into the bathroom. As soon as the door was closed I sat up against the headboard, waiting for him. To occupy myself I took out my phone and scrolled through Instagram, just to be greeted with a bunch of pictures of Charles, partying away with Pierre, Daniel and Yuki. Surrounded by a bunch of girls. Empty bottles all over the table. I put my phone down as the bathroom door opened again and Charles walked out. He stopped in the doorframe when he saw I was awake and then switched off the light, walking to his side of the bed, lying down. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t look at me. Silence. Right as he turned his back to me I grabbed my phone again, looking at an article, I opened before.

"’Charles Leclerc parties alone without race winner and girlfriend Lizzie Doetterer after controversial penalty at Brazilian GP’." I read aloud and watched how Charles back tensed. He stayed silent and I checked the time before I put my phone away, shuffling down on my pillow.

3:27. In less than three hours we had to get up. At this point I knew I wouldn’t get a single second of sleep, so I stared again at the ceiling, waiting for the time ticking away. Charles next to me was also awake, but he didn’t move nor made a sound. I was getting frustrated and grabbed my phone again, putting my AirPods in and played some music, opening Instagram again, clicked through the pictures and videos, just to torment myself a little more. The guys seemed to have a lot of fun. And the gorgeous Brazilian girls around them seemed to enjoy their time with the drivers as well. Most of the pictures and clips were blurry, to figure out what happened wasn’t the easiest, but when I swiped to the next picture my heart dropped. It was blurry. Really blurry. But it was Charles. The hair. The profile. The stature, posture, clothes. It was Charles with a beautiful brunette, arms slung around his neck, his hands on her waist, body’s pressed to each other. Kissing. I whimpered and got up. My phone flew through the air, landing with a loud thud on the floor. I slammed the door shut and made it just in time to throw up straight into the toilet. Emptying my stomach, while searing, hot tears were streaming down my face. I sat back, wiped my mouth with the sleeve of Charles’ hoodie that I was wearing. With every heartbeat a wave of pain wrecked through my body. I grabbed one of the glasses on the sink and filled it with water, rinsed my mouth and then leaned back against the cold tiles. Knees pulled up to my chest. Tears still streaming down my face, muffled cries and sobs echoing from the walls. I pushed him away. I pushed him this far. It was my fault. I was so deep down in my sorrow that I didn’t even hear the door opening and Charles walking in. I flinched when he sat down next to me, pulling me into his lap. I tried to fight against his hold, tried to wiggle away, but he held me close. Didn’t let go of me.

"I don’t know what’s going on with you, why you so desperately tried to start a fight, but one thing I know for sure, nothing, you hear me, nothing, you say or do could ever make me stop loving you. Nothing could push me into the arms of any other girl on this planet, okay? I know what you think. And although this dude really looks like me, which is scary, it’s not me. You hear me? That’s not me!" he whispered against my head and I chuckled dryly.

"Yeah sure, that’s what all men say when they get caught." I cried although I wanted to believe his words more than anything.

"Lizzie, look at it. Come on. Look at it. Look closely." he grabbed my chin, tilting my head so I could see the picture. Still him.

"That’s you." I whispered.

"Look at the watch." he zoomed in on it.

A golden Rolex. I grabbed Charles’ wrist, turned it around. White Richard Mille. I swallowed hard. Burying my face in his chest.

"I don’t even own a Rolex. Also, look at this dude here in the back…" he chuckled and I glanced on the phone, looking at the person Charles pointed at. Himself. Next to Yuki. Laughing. "I have the most amazing, wonderful, beautiful, gorgeous, funny, sweet, caring and slightly crazy girl on this planet as my girlfriend. How stupid do you think I am, doing shit like that, losing you?"

"I’m sorry. For Everything. I don’t even know why I was trying to rile you up. I swear the second you left I was asking myself what’s wrong with me…" I whispered and he chuckled.

"It’s okay…" he kissed my head but I shook it.

"It’s not! I was a total bitch." I groaned.

"Stop, okay? I’m at fault here as well. I ran away, again. Instead of staying and talking with you about what was going on, I left. Because I hate fighting with you. I love when we’re arguing about little things, I love our bickering and bantering. But I hate fighting with you. Real fighting. I don’t want that. So I guess that’s why I left. But I can’t always keep running away…"

"But I push you to run away, that is even worse." I sighed.

"We’re both in the wrong, okay? We have to talk about things like this. Talk not scream. Stay not run away."

"Yeah…"

"But cara mia? You have to promise me one thing…" Charles whispered and I looked up at him "Please, never assume again that I would ever cheat on you! I would never do that, never! I thought I lost you too many times already, I could never do anything to really lose you. Please believe me."

"I believe you! And I trust you. I think it was just… I don’t know, the way I behaved? I couldn’t even be mad if you would’ve chea-…" I began but he stopped me with a soft kiss.

"Nothing makes cheating okay." he whispered then and got up with me in his arms "And now let’s go. Let’s have at least 2 hours of sleep before we have to leave!" he carried me to the bed and tucked us both in, my back flush to his chest "I’m sorry for being so cold towards you after the race… I was just… I wanted that win so badly… one last win this season. Next week will be Max’s win, Abu Dhabi is a track that suits the RB way more than us. But still. I should’ve been way more happy for you. Show more support. I’m sorry." he whispered into my neck and I shook my head.

"It’s okay. I understand you! I would probably feel the same! And you know what? You might even be right, I think I knew exactly what I was doing, forcing you into that move. It was just happening in a split second that I couldn’t really grasp it fully… sorry."

"It’s okay. You won. I’m second. As long as you and I are okay, I’m happy." he kissed my head "And now we really need to sleep! Come on now, cara mia. One last race and we finally have a couple of weeks just for us!"

"I can’t wait."

"So Lizzie, ready for our Secret Santa?" Angelina, the content creator for F1 said and I nodded. The last race weekend in Abu Dhabi started with some last filming for F1. Under the sun of the United Arab Emirates I sat, wearing a Santa hat, smiling into the cameras, Charles behind it, watching me.

"Yup and let me tell you something, it was really funny to look for the perfect little gift." I laughed, the bell of my Santa hat ringing.

"We can’t wait to see what you’ve bought, but now it’s your turn, here you go." she handed me a present and I took it, carefully shaking it.

"That’s the first thing I always do when I get a present. Alright, let’s unwrap." I carefully ripped the beautifully wrapped present open, a sleek, black box "That looks posh." I chuckled and opened up the box, unfolding the satin paper and gasped a little "Oh wow. I know exactly who that is from." I pulled a beautiful Burberry scarf out of the box, wrapping it around my neck.

"Yeah? Who is it then? And why are you so sure?" Angelina asked.

"This beautiful scarf is from my dear, posh, British friend George Russell, who I called back in F2 Mr. Burberry because he’s like so typical British, in a good way! He’s polite, he’s cocky, he has this dry sense of humour. And he once wore a Burberry shirt and I was just like yeah, he’s Mr. Burberry from now on. So thank you a lot, George, for this beauty of a scarf. Happy Christmas!" I smiled into the camera.

"Alright. Perfect." she clapped her hands together and I got up "Charles, you’re up next." she turned to him, behind the camera and he nodded, switching places with me, not without pinching my side as he walked past me.

"Alright Charles, here you go. Your present." Angelina handed him his present and he smiled.

"Thank you." he ripped off the paper first and then opened up the box inside, laughing. He pulled out four pairs of socks. Two black ones and two white once "Oh look at that. Socks. But not just any socks… no, couple socks…" he laughed and held up the two white pairs, both with a cute smiley face on them and tiny hands holding each other with a magnet "I wonder who that’s from." he looked at me and I had to suppress my laughter "Oh, wait, there’s more." he picked out the custom made iPhone case, laughing even more "Yeah, I got it. My phone needs protection, cara mia, thank you." he rolled his eyes playfully.

"So you know who it’s from?" Angelina asked and Charles smiled.

"From my beautiful girlfriend. Thank you, Lizzie!" he replied, looking first into the camera and then at me.

"Alright, thank you two so much! See you guys next year!" she said and Charles got up.

"Merry Christmas, guys!" he said and I nodded.

"Yeah! Enjoy your down time! See you next season!" I smiled and we walked off.

"The socks are cute." Charles snaked his arm around my waist, pulling me close.

"I saw a TikTok and just knew they would be perfect!" I chuckled a little "And your phone is in severe need of any form of protection."

"That’s true!" he laughed "Let’s drop off our presents and then we have to go to the press conference."

"Yeah. I really don’t want to go." I sighed.

"Seb?" Charles asked and I nodded.

"It’s so unfair! I finally made it into F1 and could only race alongside him for one season!" I was really upset about Seb’s retirement, although I understood his reasons all too well.

"Alright everyone. Last press conference of the year. With me Lizzie Doetterer, Audi, Charles Leclerc, Scuderia Ferrari, Max Verstappen, RedBull Racing, Daniel Ricciardo, McLaren and for the last time ever Sebastian Vettel, Aston Martin." Tom Clarkson began and I looked at Seb, at how at ease he was, I didn’t even listen to what was said. I just looked at Seb and knew that he was making the right decision, retiring now, although I would miss him dearly.

"Now to you Lizzie, we all know that Seb was kind of a mentor for you, how did you feel when you saw the video, knowing he would retire at the end of the season. How do you feel now, as it is his last race?"

"Seb is more than just a mentor, he became a good friend over the years. He was always there for me, whenever I needed him. After my accident he sent me every day an uplifting quote, god how I hated it at times. So yeah, when he texted me a couple of days before his official announcement that he decided to retire I was shocked. And I tried my best to change his mind, as we see, unsuccessfully. But I understand him. The life we’re living is tough. Fast. Unstable. It’s not made for a family and Seb is a dad through and through. I’m happy for him. I know that his choice was the right one for him. He already knows that there’s always a paddock pass waiting for him." I said and Seb put his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it.

"Alright. Let’s open the floor for some questions."

Most of the questions were for Seb obviously, how he felt, what would be his next goal, his plans, what he would miss.

"John Bridgers, BBC. Lizzie, I heard you have a special something prepared for Seb this weekend?"

"Yep, I have a special helmet this weekend. It’s inspired from Seb’s helmet with a little farewell message." Seb turned, looking at me "You’ll love it. Don’t worry." I chuckled a little.

"Thank you, kiddo." he smiled.

"We have time for one last question." Clarkson said and pointed at a man in the back.

"Mike Henley, AllSportsUS. Question for Charles and Lizzie. With everyone now knowing about your relationship, there’s one question coming up: who’s the WAG?"

Max and Daniel next to us started laughing hysterically, Seb only chuckled.

"He is."

"She is."

We both said it at the same time, looking at each other, grinning.

“I am."

"I am."

Again at the same time and we started to laugh.

"I’m Lizzie’s WAG and she is my WAG." Charles said and Daniel laughed even harder.

"You’re no WAG, Charles, you’re a…" Daniel starts and pauses to think.

"He’s a HAB!" I exclaimed and Max thought for a second then laughed again.

"Husbands and Boyfriends." he chuckled.

"So, Charles is my HAB and I’m his WAG." I said.

"Then we’ll have it sorted." Charles concluded and the reporter chuckled satisfied.

"That’s it for today. We wish you all a good, last race weekend and maybe I see some of you on Sunday." Clarkson ended the press conference and we walked out, Seb throwing his arm around my shoulder.

"I wanted to swap helmets with you today. But not if you have a special one designed. I also thought that you should keep your helmet from your first season." he chuckled a little.

"No! I have my other helmet here as well! I want to swap! Really! Yeah it’s the helmet of my first season. But not the one I won my first race in! So I can definitely swap with you!" I said and he nodded.

"Alright. Deal." he smiled and I heard a camera clicking, looking up.

"That was a cute moment I had to capture." Daniel shrugged his shoulders and I nodded.

"As long as I get a copy."

"Of course."

"I hate this weekend already. It’s not just you who’s leaving Seb! Danny won’t be here because if fucking Zack Brown, Mick won’t be here because of fucking Günther Steiner! Oh Nicky leaves as well! What a shit show." I sighed.

"I’m not retiring! I’m just exploring new options." Daniel said, but I saw the sadness in his eyes and it made me even more furious "Don’t worry, Liz, I’ll be back."

"I hope so!" I waved them all goodbye and entered the Audi hospitality.

"Lizzie, can we maybe film a little sequence of your thoughts on this weekend?" Elijah awaited me already.

"Now?"

"Just a few words. Maybe in your drivers room?"

"Okay." I sighed and walked upstairs, sitting down on my sofa "So, what do you want to hear?"

They set up the camera real quick and the microphone, hung over my head, out of frame.

"Last race of your first season in Formula 1. Can you reflect on the past months? What were your highlights? The not so nice parts?"

"It’s been a crazy few months, that’s for sure. It’s been a good season over all. Few ups and downs here and there, but we managed quite well in the end. I’m so proud of my team, they’ve done an incredible job. Were there moments that I wished they were different? Of course. Some weekends were just messed up. Miami, Baku, Canada, Hungary, Zandvoort… Mexico. To name some. But then of course we have Bahrain, my first race and podium! Monaco my almost first win! In Silverstone then my actual first win! Last week my second win! I mean. It’s been a good season and we want to finish on a high."

"Alright. Perfect. That’s it, thanks Lizzie." Elijah got up and the film crew left my room "We’re done for today. We’ll see you tomorrow."

"Yup. I can’t wait!" I joked and he chuckled, walking back downstairs. I packed my bag and followed them, looking for Dad. He read something on his iPad intently. I looked at him, his expression almost sad, eyes dead.

"Dad?" I asked and sat next to him "What’s going on? What happened?"

"Hmm? Oh nothing. All good." he cleared his throat, closed the web browser and put his iPad on the table "So. How was the press conference?"

"It was okay? Dad, what’s going on?" I asked again but he just shook his head "What did you read that was so horrible?" no reaction. I grabbed the iPad and opened the browser, then the history and an article plopped up about Charles and Dad. I was confused and started to read. With every line I was getting more furious, I clicked on the attached clip and looked up at Dad and he just looked outside, watching the busy paddock. As I was about to say something the doors of our hospitality flew open with a loud bang and Charles stormed in. He stopped in front of Dad and before he could say anything Charles pulled him up into a hug.

"Don’t believe a single word of this bullshit! Not one word is true! I don’t know who wrote it and I don’t care because it’s not true! Nothing of it! I never said anything like that because how could I? You might not be my Dad but you are like one to me! To all of us! You always took care of us! And I’m so thankful for having you in our life’s! Don’t ever doubt that, Pops!" Charles said and I felt my eyes well up.

"It’s okay, Charles you don’t have to say tha-…" Dad began but Charles shook his head.

"I’m not just saying it. I mean it. You were always there for us, no matter what, and whoever wrote that bullshit can fuck right off." Charles looked at him intently "Okay?"

"Okay." Dad mumbled and I could swear I saw him wiping away a tear.

I watched how they sat down and started talking and thought about that article. Since Japan it was awfully quiet. No new message from Diaz. Nothing. Then the leaked video of Charles and me. Now this article with a clip where dad fights with a nurse calling Charles his son. I had no proof, but I was sure. It was him. It was Diaz.

The weekend went by in a breeze and I finally looked up at the lights. For the last time this year I waited for them to go out. Starting from P5. Max, Perez, Charles and Sainz in front of me. I managed to overtake Sainz right at the start and battled for a while with Charles who then was able to create a gap, I couldn’t get ahold of him from then on, my pace no match to his. The battle behind me was surprisingly more entertaining, with Seb making his way close behind Russell who fought off Sainz.

"Lizzie, Perez with a 5 second penalty. 3.7 seconds ahead. You fight now for podium. Keep up the pace!"

Amazing. Finishing the season on the podium would be amazing. As I breezed past the grand stand I saw a bunch of Germany flags. A lot of them with a 5 on it. I knew that Seb was behind me. Not too far away. It was his last race…

"Gap to Seb?"

"1.4 seconds."

3 laps left. He could do that with DRS. I slowed down, but only slightly. Nothing too obvious.

"1.7 seconds. You gotta speed up a little."

"Copy."

2 laps left. Not going to speed up. Maybe a lock up. I braked too hard in the next corner. Tyres locking up. I saw Seb in my mirrors. He could catch me now easily with DRS.

"Fuck! Gap?"

"Perez 3.1, Seb 0.9."

"Fuck!" Perfect.

Last lap and Seb had DRS. He could do it. He would end his career on the podium. But when he had the chance to overtake me, he didn’t.

"And that’s P3. Well done, Lizzie, well done!" Pete radioed and I sighed a little.

"Thanks Pete! Good job from the team! Nice pitstop! Where’s Valtteri?"

"P6."

"Nice!"

"Lizzie! Good job, little one! What a rookie season! 2 wins. 8 podiums. 2 fastest laps. You were absolutely amazing! You made all of us so proud! From the first moment of having you in our car we knew we wouldn’t regret our choice! Thank you!" Felix said and my eyes got a little teary.

"Thank you so much for having this much faith in me, Felix! This season was just the beginning!"

"Absolutely! And now… I know what you want to do… go ahead, you should be good for a good handful." he laughed.

"Donut time baby!"

I parked my car and closed my eyes for a moment, my first season in Formula 1 was done and it ended like it started on P3 on the podium. All the ups on downs on track, but also beside flashed through my mind and I felt the emotions overcoming me. I felt myself shaking a little and climbed out of the car, jumping with wobbly knees into the arms of my team, everyone patting my helmet, arms and shoulders.

I turned around and saw Charles jumping out of his car, looking around and then spotting me. He was in an instant in front of me, hoisting me up and spinning me around.

"Amazing race, cara mia." his voice muffled as he sat me down again, he walked quickly back to his team and I went to my last weighing of the year.

"Congrats on an amazing first season, Lizzie!" Joe said as he handed me my receipt and patted my arm.

"Thanks, Joe!" my voice was a little shaky and as I walked back, trying to unclasp my helmet strap, I felt my hands shaking as well, something Charles noticed in an instant.

"Hey, are you okay?" he whispered, wiping his face with a towel.

"Bit overwhelmed and that stupid clasp won’t open up…" I mumbled and he gently pushed my hands away.

"Here, let me help you." he smiled at me and undid the clasp "Hold still." he chuckled when I wiggled around a little.

"Sorry, it’s just my nose is itching! Hurry up!"

"Okay, I got it…" he pulled of the helmet and I quickly did the same with the balaclava and scratched my nose "Better?"

"Better!" I laughed, taking a big swig of water, when someone approached us.

"I know what you did there, kiddo." Seb whispered and hugged me close.

"Why didn’t you overtake then?" I sighed.

"Because you deserved that podium more than me."

"Not true, Seb!"

"True. I’m so proud of you Lizzie. This season was amazing. You were amazing. Retiring is easier knowing that there is at least one German out there making our country proud."

"How about you un-retire and continue doing that?" I sniffled a little.

"Nope. I’m done. That’s it. But I’m leaving Formula 1 Germany in good hands." he pulled away and the way he smiled made it clear that he was making the right decision. There was a glimmer in his eyes that was only there when he was with his family, that glimmer that was long gone during races. He was truly happy.

"I’m going to miss you." I hugged him again and he patted my back.

"Same kiddo, same. But you know that I’ll be only one call away. Same goes for you of course!" he looked at Charles and he nodded hugging Seb "Now come on guys! Get your trophies! Maybe I’ll hit one of the end of the season parties this year… it’s been a long time since I did that."

"That would be amazing!" I smiled at him.

"Yeah, we’ll see! You go now and celebrate your win a little!" he walked away and I turned to Charles.

"That’s it. The season is over…"

"Yeah and did you check the standings… you’re P4 in the drivers standings. As a rookie!" Charles smiled "I’m so proud of you, cara mia. You were fantastic, astonishing! You silenced all your critics!" he hugged me tight.

"I’m so proud of you, too. You were amazing this season! Next year the title is yours!" I turned my head, wanting to kiss his cheek when I thought of what I talked about with Dr. Lindner, I really should say fuck it. I took a deep breath and looked at Charles.

"What?" he raised and eyebrow and I grinned.

"I love you, vice-champion Charles Leclerc." and before he could say something I leaned in, sealing our lips in a searing kiss shut. Time seemed to stop. Nothing mattered anymore, not the fireworks above us, the crowd around us, our teams cheering and whistling. Nothing. Just us. Charles and I in this moment.

Chapter 29 - and with that the 2022 season is over… let’s give our two lovebirds some downtime to recharge the batteries… 2023 is going to be… well you’ll see 🤷🏻‍♀️

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Let's Take Turns Part Two

Sebastian x F!MC x Garreth 🌶🔥 🔞 NSFW

This is literally self indulgent smut. No plot. Picking up from part 1, where MC had broken up a fight in the boxing club by getting them to both kiss her... Part 1

Changing room door locked and her two favourite men standing before her, MC was quivering with anticipation, her body aflame with desperate want for the both of them. This had escalated quickly from playful teasing to, fuck, this is actually happening!

"Ground rules," she said.

Sebastian smirked. "Rules?"

"Yes," she said, firmly. She looked at both of them. "Anyone wants to stop, we stop. That goes for all three of us, alright?"

Garreth nodded. He was adjusting his shorts, his boner raging to get free.

"Fine," Seb said. "But if you want me and Garreth to touch, then I'm going to be doing the fucking, alright? I'm not into receiving if it's all the same. No offence, Weasley."

"None taken," he shrugged. He grinned cheekily. "I'd let you suck my cock though, mate. I reckon you've got a right dirty mouth."

Sebastian wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. He settled on taking it as a compliment.

MC licked her lips, eyeing both men, her breaths coming fast and hard. This was crazy, and so fucking hot, she thought she might explode. But, if she didn't take control, these two would end up throwing punches instead of getting her off, and she was throbbing with the need to get some.

She moved towards Sebastian first, a finger trailing along his jaw, her finger trembled a little. She wasn't sure if it was nerves or excitement, maybe both? "You wanna fuck me? Or, do you want my mouth on you?"

His lips parted, his eyes darting to Garreth and back again, clearing his throat. "Mouth...yeah, mouth," he nodded.

"Okay," she said. She turned to Garreth. "I guess I will be on my knees, arse up, all pretty for you then?"

Garreth groaned and grabbed himself through his shorts. She licked her lips again, anticipation tingling her tongue, and began to unbutton her blouse, tugging it from the waistband of her skirt.

"Here, let me," Garreth said. He slipped her blouse free, his hand sliding to cop a feel of a breast. MC didn't stop him, lifting her arms so he could tug her chemise up and over her head.

Sebastian watched through lidded eyes, rolling his bottom lip with his teeth as he stared at her nakedness. She smiled at him and got him to sit on the bench, enjoying the feeling of control she had over them both.

As Garreth worked on her skirt, she bent to kiss Sebastian, slow, teasing, biting his lower lip. Her clothing was pooling quickly at her feet and she stepped free of it, Garreth's hand sliding up the length of her leg as she kissed Sebastian.

Garreth slid playful fingers along her folds dipping eagerly into the pooling slick. MC moaned deeply into Sebastian's mouth.

"Fucking hell, that's wet," Garreth groaned. He slid eagerly over the wetness, searching for her centre, another groan from her signalling jackpot. He began to circle the pads of his fingers, working her gently. Sebastian ducked to see what Garreth was doing, his cock throbbing desperately in his shorts at the wet sounds coming from her.

Legs trembling, MC moved her kisses to Sebastian's neck, sliding his t-shirt up to expose tight abs. She was almost drooling as she sank to her knees, her mouth hot and hungry as she tasted his flesh, working downwards into the soft trail of hair that disappeared under his shorts.

He lifted his hips, allowing her to tug his shorts down, and his swollen arousal sprang free. She bit back her gulp of shock at the girth of him, this was going to make her eyes water.

She took Sebastian into her hand, smoothing her touch along his length. He hissed air through his teeth, hips flexing eagerly. But MC wanted to do something else before she put her mouth on him.

She looked over her shoulder. Garreth was on his knees, watching as he fucked her with his fingers. She reached back for him, panting at his touch. "Kiss me, Garreth."

The kiss was sloppy, hungry, her fingers tugging at his fiery locks. She uttered a cry as she felt a sharp pinch to a nipple. Sebastian was feeling left out. She broke the kiss, meeting Garreth's eyes. "Fuck me," she panted. "I want you to."

"Patience, MC," he winked. He slid fingers deep into her and she arched, moaning as he curled them just right.

Sebastian leaned forward, grasping her chin, pulling her round to claim her mouth. He sank his teeth into her bottom lip, asserting some dominance over her.

MC moaned, Garreth driving her closer to the edge with every thrust and rub. She was grinding against his hand, her tongue moving against Sebastian's, her hands in his hair.

"You're a dirty girl," Sebastian panted. His words a hot breath into her mouth. "Does he feel good? Are you going to cum on his fingers?"

She moaned, her heart hammering in her chest as she began to feel the first tightening in her abdomen. Sebastian moved his mouth along her jaw, his tongue swirling over her ear before he began to speak, low and filthy into her ear. "If it were me, I'd be down there with my mouth." He licked, slowly, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "I'd want you cumming all over my tongue."

Garreth was right, Sebastian did indeed have a rather filthy mouth, and his words sent her over the edge. As Garreth plunged two fingers deep into her, she clenched around him, a long groan of pleasure leaving her as she climaxed.

Garreth smoothed a hand down her back, caressing her softly over her hip before sliding down to squeeze her arse. "Damn, that's a fine arse," he muttered. He looked up at Sebastian. "This is quite the view."

"Make the most of it, Weasley," he said.

MC panted, pressing Sebastian backwards, taking his arousal back into her hand. "Don't worry, you'll get your turn. I want you both inside me. I'm not leaving here until I'm dripping from the both you."

Both of them groaned at her words and then Garreth slid home, stretching her around him. MC gasped, her eyes widening as he slid deep. "Oh, fuck!"

She sank forward, her head pressing against Sebastian's stomach, her gasping breaths hot against his arousal as Garreth began to thrust, his hands on her hips.

Sebastian impatiently pulled the clips from her hair, his hands loosening her locks so he could get a good grip on them. "Come on then," he demanded. "Where's that pretty mouth of yours? I wanna fuck that mouth."

Getting absolutely railed from behind, her knees grating against the tiled floor, MC licked her lips and teased the end of Sebastian's cock. He groaned and fisted his hands in her hair as she took him in, her tongue working around him, slow and teasing.

It was very distracting on all sides, the instant tightening of her pleasure as Garreth fucked her, the sounds the both of them were making, the almost painful pull of her hair as she took Sebastian as deep as she could go. Her throat gagged around him, but she took in deep breaths through her nose, trying to relax as tears streamed from her eyes. His hips were bucking, desperate for friction, and she eased back a little, concentrating on stimulating his tip with lips and tongue. She could hear him coming undone around her and it made her clench with desire.

Garreth sped up, his fingers biting into her hips. "Fucking hell," he groaned. "Oh, fuck! Do that again, MC...mmmph!"

She obliged him, squeezing herself around him as he fucked her deep and hard.

Garreth's eyes met Sebastian's, both of them were flushed, appreciating what MC was giving them both. Despite their animosity earlier in the boxing ring, there was a brief instant of connection, a shared beat of lust and understanding between the two rivals. It shouldn't have been a turn on, but it was, it was enough to tip Garreth over the edge.

He slammed into MC, ragged, panting, his hands holding her against him as he thrust for the final time, his cock throbbing with his release. Garreth took a moment to catch his breath, his lips pressing kisses to MC's lower back.

Sebastian was beginning to lose himself in the feel of MC's mouth, his groans becoming more desperate. He too had felt that sizzling, brief connection when he had met Garreth's eyes. Who knew how hot it would be to watch him fuck MC like that? He bit down on his lower lip, desperate to have a go at that himself.

MC pulled back from his cock, not wanting him to climax too soon. She gave him a wicked little smirk. "Want to swap?"

"Let's do it," he said.

MC shifted and groaned in discomfort. "Wow, my knees," she grumbled.

"Yeah, the floor isn't exactly forgiving," Garreth said, rubbing his own knees.

Sebastian offered MC his hand, she took it and he helped her to her feet. "We could move this into the showers," he suggested.

Garreth switched on the water, holding his hand under the stream to test the temperature. Sebastian came up behind MC his hands cupping her breasts with an appreciative groan, he began to kiss up her neck, his arousal nudging eagerly against her arse. She sighed into his touch, but reached her hand out for Garreth.

He came to her, kissing her deeply as Sebastian continued to fondle. Gradually, they moved under the jet of water, their hair plastering to their heads.

"Turn around," Garreth murmured. He kissed the tip of her nose before spinning her to face Sebastian, who immediately claimed her mouth.

Garreth backed them up against the wall, holding MC against him as Sebastian took hold of her hips, lining her up for him. MC panted, writhing against Garreth's slippery grip as Sebastian readied her with long fingers. Her head tilted back as she moaned, and Garreth's hand moved to gently hold her by the throat, the slight pressure a pleasant surprise to MC.

Garreth effectively had her pinned as Sebastian entered her, thrusting gently to ease himself in, MC's eyes fluttering at the solid fullness of him. Whilst Garreth had taken her from behind, Sebastian and her were face to face, and she watched him, fascinated, as he began to fuck her, hard. He was not holding back, his hold on her hips possessive, his face intense.

The water rained down over them, Garreth held her steady with one arm around her waist, the other moved down from her throat to cup a breast, teasing softly. She could hear the pants of Garreth's own excited breaths as Sebastian pounded into her, the slap of his wet skin against hers loud in the cubicle.

MC could feel the coil of her release beginning to build, ridiculously turned on at being held so close by the both of them. She reached up to sink her fingers into Garreth's hair, harsh cries leaving her throat at the intensity of Sebastian's pace.

"Seb..." She panted, her hand gripping his arm.

"Take it," he growled. "Take it like the dirty girl you are."

Oh, she was. She was taking it and she was climbing, higher and higher, her moans more and desperate as her core tightened.

Garreth adjusted his grip and balance as she began to buck her hips against Sebastian, swearing as she clenched up, a harsh cry leaving her as she climaxed.

Sebastian joined her, filling her to the hilt and leaning forward, his head pressing against her shoulder, her legs clamped around him. She could feel the heat and throb of him deep inside her, her arms coming up to hold him against her, both of them panting.

She felt Garreth's soft kiss against her head and she tried to twist her face up to him. He kissed her forehead whilst Sebastian kissed her collar bone.

MC watched both of them as they dressed, both of her men were chatting and laughing together. As she did up the buttons of her blouse, she couldn't help the deeply satisfied smirk that curved her lips. She had got what she wanted, both of them taking her for their own.

As she looked at them she realised she still couldn't decide which one she would choose if she had to. They were both deeply attractive in their own ways, and both had left her satisfied. Maybe she would have to be greedy for a little while longer, if they were up for it of course, and she had a sneaking suspicion that they might be.

For all those horny hens who begged for a part 2 😂 I hope you are now feeling well fed 🥵

#sebastian sallow #garreth weasley #sebastian sallow smut #garreth weasley smut #sebastian x mc x garreth

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