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bloomingpresent · 1 year
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Ferro Rosso Chapter VI
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Pairing: Charles Leclerc/Female reader digital artist older woman
Summary: on your mids 30’s you never imagine you’d be divorce. To help with the healing process you decide to return to you first love: digital illustration. Posting videos of your art online leads you to work for Ferrari. But you never thought it’d lead you to find somebody that’s going to bring you back to trust again in love.
Warnings: none, this one it's pretty much fluff. Some swearing.
Disclaimer: Again, this one it's fluff but these two did get something out of their chest that they wanted to get out. And I’m pretty happy with how their conversation went.So after this one, things are getting spicier. So bear with this fluff chapter one more time, please. I promise spicy stuff is coming. It's a short one.
All the previous chapters are here
“You think you can play me like this .. like I don’t understand anything? You think just because you’re older I won’t feel like you’re using me and I’m some stupid kid? You think you can take me for a joke?”. Charles's words ramble out of him. He’s been keeping all inside.
You walk back inside the room pulling him with you, you can’t have this conversation out in the hallway.“Using you? For what? I got where I am because of me! Be very careful Charles” you warn him.
 “You know what? You’re right! You don’t need me because you’re older, wiser, and more experienced. You just wanted the fun times with the cute boy with no strings attached.” Charles says, even if that’s not what he really thinks, frustration had taken a toll on him.
Now you’re not sad or frustrated anymore. You’re mad. “We both enter this physical relationship knowing what we were getting into it. You're not a boy you're an adult as same as I am. So don't give me that crap ok?”.
Charles crossed his arms on his chest. “I thought it would be just that. A physical relationship. We’d meet, we’d have fun, and go back to our lives. And it’s funny because I’m usually the one who doesn’t get attached…”
You cut him “When I tried to contact you you ran away from me, ignore me!”
 “It wasn’t like that! I got scared. I was too out of control. So I just stopped talking to you, to everyone” he says lowering the tone.
“Very mature of you Charles” you say in a mocking tone.
 “You can make fun of me if you want to, but this is me being honest!" He points at you near your face "I am out of control! You seem to be so much ‘older and wiser’ and I’m just this young dumb kid…” he says mocking you now.
“I didn't say that. I felt so stupid wanting to contact you, wanting to know how you were, feeling sorry for the horrible races and you just ignored me. Can you understand that?!” now you were getting things off your chest.
“ Can YOU get it? Or you’re pretending?  or maybe I’m some kid you can use and throw away like a piece of trash? That fucks all the women he can without even caring” Charles feels like his head is going to explode. Blood pumping into his system like crazy.
Both of you are so into your own battles.
“Oh god! you are not getting me. I come from a divorce, a bad one, you are the famous f1 driver, rich and famous and you can have any girl you want. You came to me we had fun and we agreed that it'll be just that. And then when I try to contact you and you show up with your girlfriend showing her off. How did you expect me to feel?” There it is, this is what’s been bothering you really. 
 “Oh, so this about my fame and my money now? You think I’m taking all the advantage, is it? You think I’m just playing around like a kid because I can have any woman I want? You seriously think I don’t have any feelings? Just because I’m an f1 driver?, you think I don’t get hurt? Don’t suffer?”. The pressure it’s real for Charles, and he is slowly losing his mind, and you’re not helping either with all of this.
“Well, that's what you are showing me lately.” you just reply and wait for his answer.
“Damn it y/n! You have no idea what I’ve been through in my career! All my pain, all my tears and all the hard work I’ve put in to make me one of the best drivers on track. You have no idea how much I’ve suffered and you think you get to judge me? You think you can tell me how I should act, when you have never been in my place? You have no idea the pressure, the stress I have to go through… and yet you think you can judge me?!?” Charles answers you with holding his head between his hands, eyes open in shock and frustration. 
Maybe he is right, you don’t really know it, but still you think he is not right. And he still thinks you’re being unreasonable. 
“You know what Charles is fine! You win, you're right I'm the bitch here, I'm the one who's wrong...this (pointing the space between you two) isn't working. I was right that we should keep our distance from each other.” It’s all you have to say at that. There is no argument anymore, neither of you is willing to let go of whatever is holding you back from each other. And he has a point.
“And there you go again! Trying to run away. You just want the fun and games… and then when someone gets hurt or gets too close to your emotions, you blame them for having feelings. Well, you’re not gonna run away that easily from me. I want you to admit that you care.”. Charles says stepping closer to you.
“For the love of god! when did I say I didn't care! I do, and that's the problem!.” you answer him looking into his eyes. And he is taken by surprise. You do care, and he does too.
 “Okay, then show it to me! Show you care for me! You wanted me to show I cared and here I am. So now is your chance, show you care. Don’t just say it, don’t run. Show you care.” He says grabbing you by the wrist preventing you from move away, which you try, but he wont let you. 
You feel so expose, he is looking into your soul now.
 “Tell me the truth. Am I just a toy for you? Because if it’s just about the fun times, I can leave you right here and never talk to you again… Answer me” Charles is slowly disarming you.
"No, you're not..." your words bearly audible.
He moves even closer until his lips are just a few inches from yours. All his anger has subsided and now he looks at you with fiery eyes “Then why do you push me away... Why?”.
You smile and look down. “The same reason you did it. Because I thought you didn't want any more than sex with me.” I whisper.
 “So we’re both cowards, huh?” he says looking at his feet.
"We're both proud assholes..." you admit.
“Then we should stop being so proud. What do you say?” Charles finally says as he slowly leans in and kisses you. 
You just respond with another kiss, this one it’s deeper. Hands everywhere. Things start getting out of control rapidly.
“We should stop. You have to go back” you say between kisses. Snapping both of you out of the frenzy.
“Right!” he says stepping back and covering his mouth trying to control himself.
“We have a three-week break, we should take this time to think.” You look at him trying to figurated what he is thinking.
“Or…” he comes back with answer “I can visit London, you know for my vacation, and if you happened to be there, then…” he comes closer “...we can hang out”
You nod taking his suggestion. “Right ok…sounds like a plan.”
"All right then firecracker...I'll text you ok," he says resting his forehead on yours.
It takes more than a few minutes for you two to say goodbye. 
The 3 weeks break ahead is looking pretty good.
Now that they got their mind straight how will this relationship develop? Will it develop? How will they manage to keep all the balls in the air? Will passion and romance betray the secrecy of what they have? There is a whole lot of things to deal with.
Let me know what you think, please.
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bloomingpresent · 1 year
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Masterlist
Chris Evans
Teenager Crush Pairing Chris Evans/Reader
Steve Rogers
The Mission Pairing Steve Rogers/Reader
F1-Charles Leclerc
Ferro Rosso Chapter I Teaser Pairing Charles Lecler/ Older Woman Reader
Ferro Rosso Chapter II
Ferro Rosso Chapter III
Ferro Rosso Chapter IV
Ferro Rosso Chapter V
Ferro Rosso Chapter VI
Ferro Rosso Chapter VII
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