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breaking deals || charles leclerc (part 2)

type: two shot (part 2) - click here to read part 1 pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 1.7k summary: being friends with benefits with a driver on another team has its ups and downs... requested: yes! “can you please write a fic where y/n is a driver, she's friends with benefits with charles, but when he confess his love she leaves. later on, she decides to give them a chance and the end is super fluff? please show her being super cute with him and breaking the news about their relationship on the paddock!”(by anon) Requests are OPEN!!! warnings: swearing (just a little), (mentions of) a crash, possible heartbreak, just loads of fluff. emotional rollercoaster, you've been warned. notes: a little later than planned, but it's here! part 2 :) I hope you all like it, don't forget to like, share, or comment. love you all <3

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‘’So you’re telling me you and Charles have been sneaking around for half a year now?’’ Lola, your best friend, just finished her pizza, watching and listening how you poured your heart out about the Ferrari driver. You simply nodded in response, playing with the – now cold – slice of pizza on the table in front of you. ‘’And why exactly did you tell him to leave? I mean, come on y/n, you obviously have feelings for him as well, I know you.’’

‘’That’s exactly the problem, Lo, I have feelings for him, but we can not be together.’’

‘’Aren’t you leaving Alpha Tauri next season?’’ She asked, her eyebrow raising as she sipped the diet coke she brought along with the pizza. You sighed, heavily. It was true, you and your manager had some meetings with different teams, other teams than Alpha Tauri, because who didn’t want the first woman in F1 in their team? Exactly.

‘’Yeah, but…’’ ‘’No, y/n, no buts, you like him, for gods sake, go for him, at least tell him how you feel.’’ Yeah, easier said than done.

You wanted to tell him, you wanted to be with him, but it almost felt like a Romeo and Juliet kind of story. You liked each other, hell you loved each other, but both sides you were on didn’t allow the two of you to actually be together. You at the blue side, him at the red side.

‘’I did have a meeting with Ferrari as well.’’ You mumbled to your friend, watching as her eyes widened, the pizza almost dropping to the floor. ‘’You what now?’’ She gasped.

The meetings you had with Ferrari actually were the ones you looked forward to the most, but also dreaded the most, because this meant avoiding Charles, lying to him, hiding things from him. The truth is, Ferrari wanted you, Carlos going back to McLaren to replace Daniel, who would find his way back to RedBull. However, you couldn’t tell Charles, because of the contracts, because of the agreements you made with the teams.

‘’I swear if you tell anyone-‘’ ‘’Don’t worry, don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.’’ Your friend smiled after you just told her your new racing suit for next season had the same color as Charles’. Yes, you were going to be his teammate.

‘’So that’s why you can’t tell him? Because of the contract.’’ Your friend sighed, making you nod in response. ‘’Yeah, if I tell him they will reconsider the contract, I need to be able to keep secrets in this team, it’s almost like a test.’’

‘’A bloody hard one…’’

And it was a hard one, one in which reality hit almost harder than one of your biggest crashes.

‘’Red flag, red flag, keep the delta positive, delta positive.’’ Charles heard his race engineer over the radio, his heart beating out of his chest the moment he heard it, he saw it.

‘’Y/n, are you okay? y/n, let me know if you’re okay, the medical car is on their way, medical car on their way.’’

Abu Dhabi, November 20th, 2022.

‘’And welcome, to the final race of the season, welcome, to the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix!’’ The commentators were everywhere, people cheering, screaming, a lot of energy coming from this place.

The race itself however, was less good, it was bad, really bad. You qualified P8, which was okay, but not the best so far. Charles qualified even worse, P11. Your start was okay, Charles’ start was amazing. But once the final laps approached, things got out of hand. You tried to overtake Lance Stroll, who was defending like his life depended on it. It was a battle for the final point.

The defending got a little too rough the moment you were wheel to wheel, side to side as you took the outside, while Lance took the inside. His car took the wrong route, sending you into the barriers with a speed over 150 miles an hour. Charles saw it happening, since he was about to lap the both of you.

‘’Red flag, red flag, keep the delta positive, delta positive.’’

‘’Is she okay? That was y/n, wasn’t it? Fucking hell.’’ Charles kept talking, nervously, looking into his mirrors to see the Aston Martin of Lance slowly driving behind him, the Alpha Tauri you were in, completely into the barriers, the only thing sticking out was the broken front wing.

‘’Affirm, that was y/n, no information on it yet, I’ll keep you updated.’’

‘’Fuck me, fuck! She needs to be okay, that was a big one, for fucks sake!’’ It felt like his whole word collapsed, right in front of his eyes, the way you were making the move, the smart move. And then, the way Lance lost control of his car, sending you straight into the barriers.

‘’Okay, y/n is okay, she got out of the car, but is headed to the hospital for checkups.’’

He wanted to come along, he wanted to make sure you were okay, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t because reality is, the two of you hadn’t spoken in days, weeks, months. After that one time in the hotel room, you lost contact and never spoke again.

He missed you, like crazy, and so did you, because there was more than just friends between the two of you, more than just friends with benefits, there was love, true love, from both sides.

The moment he saw you in that hospital bed, bruises covering your arms, bandages on your ribs, a sob left his mouth, waking you up after the nap you just had.

‘’Charles?’’ Your voice was raspy, dry, soft, fragile, it matching the way you looked right now. ‘’y/n, please, don’t say a thing.’’ He mumbled, feet moving into your direction, his hand instantly reaching for yours.

‘’You scared the shit out of me.’’ He continued, playing with the fingers on your right hand, a sigh escaping his lips. ‘’I’m so glad you’re okay, so so glad…’’ He sighed.

Mattia talked to him, mostly about the results of this year, but also about next year. Charles had asked him if they found a new driver yet, because he knew Carlos was leaving Ferrari, going back to his former team, McLaren. Mattia decided that, since you were in the hospital, it was time to tell him.

‘’You’re going to be my teammate.’’ He whispered after a long silence between the two of you, your hands not leaving each other’s. You instantly looked up into his eyes, blinking twice to make sure you weren’t hallucinating.

‘’What?’’

‘’My teammate, you’ll be my teammate.’’ He says again, eyes meeting yours. You swallowed thickly, a sigh escaping your lips. ‘’Who told you?’’ ‘’Mattia.’’ ‘’Oh…’’

‘’I know you couldn’t tell me, he explained it to me.’’ He mumbles, sighing. ‘’I don’t want to hurt your head too much now, sorry, we can talk about it another time, okay?’’ He kindly suggested, a weak smile appearing on your lips at how sweet he was again. You missed him, so freaking much.

That day in the hospital changed your entire life, he had you back, and you couldn’t stay away from him anymore. You were back together, this time not just as friends, but as lovers.

1 year later

‘’Well well, look who we have here, the grids favorite couple.’’

‘’Hello to you too, Carlos.’’ You shot the old Ferrari driver a smile, stepping closer to Charles as his arm was wrapped around your waist in an attempt to hold you even closer to him than before.

‘’How was your holiday?’’ The Spaniard asked the Monegasque, walking with the two of you towards the press conference room. ‘’It was absolutely amazing, aside from the fact I finally got her to say yes.’’ He smirked, intertwining your hand with his.

‘’Really? You’re finally moving in together?’’ Carlos smiled, laughing as he patted Charles’ back the moment you rolled your eyes in a playful way.

‘’How could I say no after you practically begged me. You know he gave me a whole paragraph of reasons why I should move in with him? He even mentioned the climate.’’ You all laughed, Carlos shaking his head at his former team mate. ‘’Dude, really?’’ He chuckled.

‘’What? It’s warmer at my place than it is at hers.’’ He says, squeezing your hip as you all waited outside the press conference room.

‘’Charles, we freaking both lived in Monaco!’’

All with all, things turned out to be more than perfect. The way you broke the news about your relationship was a way to never forget.

Monaco, May 28th, 2023.

‘’And for the first time in his career, Charles Leclerc wins his home Grand Prix, Ferrari getting a 1-2 in Monaco!’’

He won, the both of you won, the way you were able to work together to get this amazing result, was one of many pro’s about your relationship, the connection you had, the communication you had, everything was perfect.

Jumping out of the cars, hugging your team, hugging each other, going backstage and preparing for the podium ceremony, something the two of you had done more than once this season. And you were hoping to achieve this many more times this season.

‘’Let’s make it one victory to never forget, shall we?’’ Charles rested his hand on your lower back, giving you a gentle push to the podium, on which you received your trophy for the Monaco GP.

Charles came some seconds later, and after the national anthem, Charles’ anthem, he put his trophy down, grabbed the champagne bottle and poured it all over you, you doing the exact same thing to him. One sip, which was enough for the both of you. You stood on the top stage of the podium, arms wrapped around each other as the pictures were taken.

‘’I love you.’’ He whispered in your ear, making you turn your head to look at him with a smile. ‘’I love you too.’’ You whispered back, your smile only growing wider when his lips met yours. People were cheering, screaming, clapping, flashes were lighting up the entire sky, the amount of pictures taken of that first public kiss, were more than all races held in the history of Formula One.

‘’I’m so glad I broke our deal.’’ He whispered, making you laugh before pressing your lips against his one more time. “What deal?” You hummed, his hand moving up to cup your cheek. “Rule number one. Don’t get feelings.” He whispered, slowly pulling away from your lips which tasted like champagne.

“I broke that deal before we even made it…” Yeah, madly in love… from the very first moment.

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poetsblvd · 8 months

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fic recs ﹐ ( charles leclerc x reader )

— key . fluff (❀) angst (✿) smau (❁) mature (❃) —

leclercs type (❀) @thebearchives

always, evermore, even after and still (❁) @love-belle

it’s never over (❀) (❃) @leclsrc

fix what has been broken (❁) @lorarri

you’ll change your name, or change your mind (✿) @monzabee

heartbreak on tour series (❁) @twobluejeans

right timing (✿) (❀) @moneymasnn

baby leclerc series (❀) @starkwlkr

lightning mclover (❀) @f1version

10 seconds (❀) @lxclerc

itch (❃) @monzamash

this is what it feels like (❁) @love-belle

sweet pea (❀) @leclsrc

delicate series (✿) (❀) (❁) @redclercs

north star series (✿) (❀) @harley-sunday

amour rose (❁) @cartierre

cherry tomato (❀) @xxblairexxss

to live for the hope of it all (❁) @pierregazly

una noche en monaco (✿) (❀) (❃) @charlesswife

sparks (❀) @writingstoraes

a house, a home (✿) @vetteltea

saw your mom at the grocery store (❁) @love-belle

it’s called love (❀) (✿) @racinggirl

honeymoon (❃) @lecsainz

what would you say (if i told you i loved you) (❁) @cieloclercs

what could’ve been (✿) @norrisleclercf1

pardesi girl (❁) @fleetwooods

i’d never walk cornelia street again (❁) @love-belle

night tea and tears (❀) (✿) @httpiastri

the seasons of love series (❀) (✿) (❃) @formulaforza

pretty visitors (❀) @strawberrysainz

still writing pages (✿) @leclercsbunny

royal series (❁) @maryleclerc

lonely call (✿) @lxclerc

for sentimental reasons (❀) (✿) (❃) @deadaydreams

the delicate series (❀) (✿) @fleetwooods

when it rains it pours (✿) @silverszobo

you gotta move, or move on (✿) @formulaforza

thirsty thoughts (❃) (❁) @lorarri

you’re losing me (✿) @oconso

why we broke up (✿) @charlesluvr

shoulder to lean on (✿) (❀) @silverszobo

ma moitié (❀) (✿) @thebearchives

the winner takes it all series (✿) @silverstonesainz

stories old and true (❀) (❃) @cherry-leclerc

i have forgotten (✿) (❃) @cherry-leclerc

lily’s notes , if i studied for half the time i spent on tumblr i’d be a genius. but this is more fun and i slowly find myself tumbling down the tumblr black hole and re-experiencing my old fav fics that i’ve stumbled across again , and omg wow im having so much fun making fic recs so expect a lot more !! so this is the charles rec list aka the current f1 poster boy , max rec list next !! thank you to all the amazing writers for pushing their hard work onto these masterpieces mwah xx

#౨ৎ my recs #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fic recs #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc x y/n

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smoooothoperator · 9 months

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Beautiful Stranger

Driver! Lando Norris x OC (Lily Barton)

Summer love, strangers to friends to lovers, Greece and Greek mythology references

a/n: I'M BACK!!!! Since I really have free days (finally) I think I'm going to write again, try to make all of you happy with my stories and all of that. I'm super excited with his idea and I hope all of you enjoy it

✨completed✨

Lando Norris, a driver who’s tired of being in the spotlight, decides to have a trip on his own. Summer break is only three weeks, which gives him time enough to relax and disconnect from all the problems.

Lily Barton, an ordinairy girl who does not want to go back to where she’s from. A breath of fresh air to everyone around her. Someone that’s always there for you whenever you need her.

Two strangers meet in a bad way. Three weeks of getting to know each other. Three weeks of forgiving the mistakes that have been made.

Three weeks to… fall in love?

And an even longer time to be back together

01: Way To Fall

02: Need To Know

03: The Name Of The Game

04: It's Now Or Never

05: Lay All Your Love On Me

06: Can't Help Falling In Love

07: Trouble In Mind

08: Shape Of Lies

09: This Love

10: Ready Or Not

11: Begin Again

Epilogue

Extras

Miss Rose's house Greek wedding First pregnancy: Daphne Helen Norris Daphne's first love and heartbreak

taglist

@lestappenloverr @racinggirl @roni-midnights @livster8 @kakorrhaphiphobia @starkeyellow @celestialpierre @ophcelia @msliz @lorarri @ironmaiden1313 @imsorare @mycenterfold @im-an-overthinker @soosheee @karmabyfernando @landoyesrizz @sticksdoesart

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xaelia-au · 1 year

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charles leclerc (2)

let it be - @seasidepierre

You wake up to sunlight, smells of crepes and piano notes escaping from the living room. A whole aesthetics vibes. Not much plot, just pure fluff.

ma petite fleur - @vinvantae

date night with charles

pt.2

save haven - @racinggirl

reader being sick and charles caring for them

can you come and get me - @libraryofloveletters

can you come and get me?

speculations - @pucksandpowerr

in which they surprise the world

this one and the next - @absolutelynotmate

soulmate!charles x reader

santa baby - @lovelytsunoda

it's christmas morning, his mother has the kids, and it's been too long since he and his wife got to enjoy a little bit of quality time, if you get what he's saying

its beginning to look a lot like christmas - @daydreamingleclerc

in which, you and your children wake up charles - a certified humbug - early one morning so you can decorate the house for christmas.

please try again - @libraryofloveletters

sick children and monaco gp

tu sei il mondo per mi - @itsasainz

A collection of some of the monumental and mundane moments in your relationship with Charles. Childhood friends to lovers.

(bad at) keeping secrets - @charlewiss-writes

charles and you were seeing eachother for quite some time, but still couldn't quite figure out how to tell your brother, pierre. (and maybe you don't need to)

missing home - @lovelyleclercs

Charles has to leave you and your two-year-old daughter for over a month to race. he struggles with being gone a lot more than he expected too.

#charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles marc herve perceval leclerc #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula one imagine #formula one x reader #formula one #xaelia au #xaelia'sblog

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comfort-reads · 2 years

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𝗟𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼 𝗡𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘀

𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴

𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

twin | @illicitlimerence-writes

heartbeat | @illicitlimerence-writes

switzerland | @illicitlimerence-writes

forgotten | @illicitlimerence-writes

ring pop | @illicitlimerence-writes

ours | @illicitlimerence-writes

the rules | @illicitlimerence-writes

here and now | @illicitlimerence-writes

after a race | @hockeyshmockey

streaming | @hockeyshmockey

poor baby | @hockeyshmockey

can't sleep | @vinvantae

baby, i'm home | @racinggirl

oranges | @circiad

new year's day | @circiad

no ice cream | @circiad

salad bowl | @circiad

twenty euros | @circiad

horrible people | part 2 | @circiad

i know a place | @circiad

kiss you | @lovelytsunoda

queen of patience | @internetgremlin-writes

it rains in canada | @internetgremlin-writes

𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘴

streaming | @diorleclerc

morning bj | @diorleclerc

hooking up with ex boyfriend!lando | @diorleclerc

spider | @iconocon

𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

soft + giggly | @diorleclerc

nsfw alphabet | @diorleclerc

bath & body works | @lovelytsunoda

𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴

1 | @hockeyshmockey

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softtdaisy · 1 year

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Welcome to a new fic recs ✨ I read some wonderful fics this month and I'm so happy to share them with you! I find it quite funny that there's only three men on this list fezbiqfes Remember to reblog and/or comment your favorite fic, author needs support 🤍

SUMMER RECS | SEPTEMBER RECS | OCTOBER RECS

PETER PARKER

Some Friends You Are by @literaila

Snowfall and Pain by @huffle-pissed

Rough day by @ruby-jack

it’s always been you by @peppermintsparker

STEVE HARRINGTON

Phlegmy and Red-nosed by @hellfireclubmember

Nurse Steve by @forever-rogue

Just You by @appocalipse

Everything Always Leads Back To You by @mentalpolaroids

Tricks And Treats by @sailor-steve

CHARLES LECLERC

Better In Red by @luv4gasly

Illegally Good by @racinggirl

I Could Never Forget by @rebelwrites

Better On You by @charlewiss-writes

#reading #fic recs #Andrew garfield #andrew garfield x reader #peter parker #peter Parker x reader #steve harrington #Steve Harrington x reader #charles leclerc #Charles leclerc x reader

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silverstonesainz-archive · 9 months

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Hiiii! I saw you wanted some fic or author recs, and I have two authors that I really love! I enjoy their writing style so much. The first is @landooscurls and the second one is @racinggirl . @racinggirl her latest fic is sooo good, it’s about Max. But she’s also doing Insta AU’s now I believe. Definitely worth checking out!!

Big kissss mwah

Xxx anon 🦋

so duly noted 🫡 thank u for the recs!

#a-nonnie #recs

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thebearchives · 2 years

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I saw your latest post about the fics and I have some!!! I’ve been following them since ever.

@racinggirl (her fics are just *chefskiss*! So freaking amazing, and she also posts almost daily! Whether its fics or just random stuff)

@smoooothoperator (her latest pierre fic, heaven!)

@illicitlimerence-writes (I don’t believe she’s too active atm but her fics are amazing!)

@circiad (again, don’t think she’s insanely active atm which is okay! But her writing? Holy mother of god!)

OMG THANK U !!!!

am gonna follow them all and binge their work asap :))

#ask #anon #a kiss for u #mwah

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racinggirl · 2 years

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baby, I'm home || lando norris 4

type: one shot pairing: lando norris x reader word count: 2k summary: bringing your newborn home for the first time requested: yes! ''Hi please can I request something with lando like where you're welcoming your baby home for the first time. Thank you in advance :)'' (by anon) Requests are OPEN warnings: flashbacks, pregnancy notes: This was so cute! I hope you'll like it, I'm not too sure how I feel about it, I wanted to make it even cuter and fluffier but it wasn't there. For sure I'll write more fics like these if people want to!

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Nine months, nine months of blood, sweat and tears you poured into living your life, a life that had turned upside down exactly nine months ago. But in a good way, yes, a really good way. You couldn’t be happier the moment you took the test, and it turned out to be positive, and your boyfriend, he was beyond excited when he read the results, he was going to be a father, a role model for your little munchkin.

Right now, nine months after you found out you were pregnant, you opened the door of your house, the one you and Lando bought a few years ago, together. On your right arm was the black maxi-cosi, the one that held your newborn in it. It was your first baby, your first child and he was absolutely beautiful, his cute button nose, big eyes and most adorable giggle that would melt your heart in just a second.

Lando put the key in the key-hole, pushing the big white door open slowly, stepping to the side so you could enter the house first. He watched you, his heart beating faster at the sight of you with your son, it was a dream come true.

‘’Welcome home Jaiden.’’ You whispered once you stepped over the threshold, looking at your nicely decorated hallway, before looking back down at your son. Lando closed the door behind the two of you, carefully, not wanting to wake your son up, and then stepped closer to you. He gently took a hold of the maxi-cosi, so you could take off your coat and put it on the hangar.

You then did the same for him, so he could take off his coat and join you and Jaiden on your way to the living room. You carefully placed the maxi-cosi on the table in front of you, so he was facing you and Lando as you seated down on the couch.

‘’He’s so beautiful.’’ Lando whispered, an arm wrapped around your shoulder as he looked at your son, a smile on Lando’s face, as well as a tear in his eye. ‘’He is.’’ You replied, a soft sigh escaping your lips, a smile on your face as you watched your baby open his eyes, he was awake, and so far, not a crier, which both you and Lando could only appreciate.

‘’Hey buddy.’’ Lando whispered, wiping his tear from his cheek and reaching forward, unclipping the belts that kept Jaiden in his seat, and lifted him up. He was small, which made sense, since he was born almost a day ago.

You watched as Lando placed your son in his arms, close to his chest, his right arm supporting his delicate head, his left arm under his lower body. He looked down, placing a gentle kiss on the top of Jaiden’s head, making him yawn and stretch his arms just above his head, before closing his eyes and snuggling close to his father.

You still remember the day you told Lando, you were nervous, because you had been trying for a few months now, without any luck. You were at the Hilton hotel, over in Barcelona, for one of his races. It was Sunday evening, Lando scored an amazing P3, earning yet another trophy to add to his collection.

You had been feeling nauseous this entire weekend, but being naïve, you thought it was the tension, because this was one of the few races you’d go to, supporting your boyfriend, who had been doing incredible this entire season. You didn’t think too much of it, so you decided to not look into it, which was, in hindsight, very, very naïve.

You and Lando had been together for quite some years now, having met through one of his friends, back when Lando was still in formula 2. His friend was determined to set the two of you up together, and he succeeded, maybe even sooner than intended, because it was love at first sight. The way you two connected, on multiple aspects, came like a blessing, because you not only gained one of the most sweet, caring and loving boyfriends, but you also gained a best friend.

It was just a few weeks after Barcelona where you felt different, perhaps even more emotional, and the nausea didn’t end. You had been in contact with Isa, Carlos’ girlfriend, and she suggested you should take a test. The outcome? Positive, obviously. You were beyond happy, and along with Isa you were planning on how to tell Lando, because you wanted it to be special, since he was the one that made you feel special almost every day.

You had everything planned, along with Isa as your sidekick, who informed Carlos, not with the details, but with the bigger picture, telling him you had a surprise for your boyfriend, and that he had to distract him for the day. Luckily, Carlos accepted, which was probably due to the pressure Isa put on him.

‘’Goodluck, darling.’’ Isa kissed your cheek, resting her hand on your shoulders, giving you a reassuring smile as she walked away after, letting you alone for a few minutes before Lando would come over. You were nervous, because this was something you wanted to do, for months, telling him your were pregnant, that you were growing your baby inside of you.

Keys, you heard the keys rumbling in the door and you leaned against the table, the present behind you. You bought a small romper, a white one, with orange letters that said ‘Hi daddy’ written on it. Along with it, you put the test you took earlier this morning. You took another test this morning, because you couldn’t believe it, the fact you were actually pregnant was something that still had to sink in, so you probably did way too many tests, but all of them were positive, thankfully.

‘’Sunshine, I’m home!’’ You heard his voice, which instantly put a smile on your already happy face, your fingers fumbling around behind your back, playing with the bow of the nicely wrapped present. ‘’Hey, how was golf?’’ You asked, not moving away from your position. And that, was something odd.

‘’Great, I even got a hole in one.’’ He laughed, stepping closer to you. ‘’What’s wrong? You seem, nervous.’’ He frowned, placing his hands on your waist, stepping closer to you and pressing his lips on your forehead, leaving them there for a couple of seconds.

‘’I have something for you.’’ You whispered, watching his eyes as he pulled away from your forehead, a concerned look on his face. ‘’Don’t worry, you’ll love it.’’ You whispered, cupping his face with your hands before pressing your lips on his. You pulled away, reached behind your back and handed him the box, orange wrapping paper, and a white bow.

The look on his face, the confusion on his face, grew even more. ‘’It’s not my birthday, right?’’ He frowned, looking at the box which was now in his hands, before looking back at you. ‘’Right?’’ He asked, not even being sure of that right now.

‘’No, silly, open it.’’ You smiled, biting your lip as you nervously played with your fingers, looking at him as he pulled the bow, opening the box. He grabbed the white romper, reading the text and he looked at you.

‘’Shut the fuck up.’’ He said, his eyes watering immediately. ‘’Shut up, is this real? This isn’t a joke, right?’’ He shook his head, reading the text on the small romper over and over again. You giggled, feeling the tears in your eyes as well as you reached in the box, grabbing the test you packed alongside it.

‘’It’s real, Lando, I’m pregnant.’’ You whispered, laughing slightly as you wiped his tears, he doing the same for you. He shook his head and put the box on the table, wrapping his arms around you as he spun you around, attacking your face with kisses, before placing you back on your feet. Then, he did something that absolutely shocked you. He kneeled down, lifted up your shirt before placing a kiss on your lower abdomen.

‘’Hi baby, it’s me, your daddy.’’ He whispered, rubbing your stomach. ‘’I’m Lando, your father, and I promise you, me and mommy will love you, so so much.’’

You were still sitting on the couch, a sigh escaping your lips as you watched your boyfriend hugging your son, his tiny hand wrapped around Lando’s finger, a giggle escaping his lips.

‘’I’m going to make myself a tea, would you like one as well?’’ You asked Lando, kissing his cheek as he nodded. You got up, walking over to the kitchen to get yourself a nice lemon tea, grabbing your two Mr. and Mrs. mugs and pouring the tea inside of it.

You then walked back, tears filling your eyes as you saw the scene in front of you. Lando holding Jaiden in his arms, talking to him, excitedly, happily.

‘’I’m your daddy Jaiden, and I love you so much. Let me tell you a story. I know the stories are mostly for bedtimes, but this time, you’re lucky and you’ll have an extra story. I want to tell you the story about how me and your mommy met, because it’s an amazing story.’’ He started, smiling.

‘’Lando, come on man! It will be fun, don’t be such a moodkiller!’’ Max, Lando’s friend, was trying to convince his friend to join this party Ria was throwing. ‘’It will be the best party every, okay? Believe me.’’ They were 16, and party to them usually meant game night, at least, for Lando, because he still had to focus on his career in Formula Two.

‘’Okay, okay, but I won’t drink, I need to focus tomorrow.’’

‘’Right, right, because you want to go to Formula One, I get it, I get it, at least be my wingman then.’’ Max chuckled, happy because he convinced his best friend. ‘’y/n will be there too.’’ He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Later that night, you were already at Ria’s place, being 16 yourself as well. It was your party, actually, a party Ria threw for you, because your parents didn’t want to give a big party. ‘’Lando’s coming too, you know.’’ Ria smirked at you, making you roll your eyes.

‘’Of course you invited him.’’ You laughed, shaking your head as you sipped your diet coke. ‘’Oh come on, you like him, he’s adorable.’’ She smirked, making you throw your hands in the air. ‘’I have never even met the guy, I only know him from your stories.’’ ‘’Well, that’s about the change, here they are.’’

You turned around, your hair blowing in the wind, a blush on your face as you made direct eye contact with the Brit. Yes, he was adorable, cute, handsome.

‘’And that, is when I knew love at first sight was a thing.’’ He smiled, holding your son close to him. ‘’I loved you the moment I saw you too, Jaiden, in mommy’s tummy.’’ He whispered and kissed his tiny forehead.

‘’Here, love.’’ You sat down next to him, the tea on the table in front of you as you laughed, watching Lando blush. He knew you heard it, making him blush, which was only even more adorable.

Later that night, you had already gone to bed, being exhausted from both your first day as a new mother, but also because of the childbirth. In the middle of the night, when Jaiden started to cry, you woke up, tired, and so did Lando. You wanted to get up, to take care of your baby boy, but Lando held you back.

‘’I’ve got this, love, go back to sleep, don’t worry.’’ He whispered, walking to the bed Jaiden was lying in, in your room, and he picked him up, swaying him side to side, rocking him before he calmed down and fell back asleep. Lando smiled, looking up as he noticed you had fallen asleep as well.

‘’Let me tell you another story, Jaiden.’’ Lando whispered, almost inaudible. ‘’But this one is in the future, and it involves a ring and a pretty dress for your mommy…’’

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the-lazy-leprechaun · 2 years

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Fic recommendations!

@sad-fridge2323 & @purplewis44 (and whoever else might want some recommendations - I got you!

So just a little side note here:

- I read mostly for the older drivers, I’m an old 26 year old, not a young 26 year old - 23 year old men do not excite me (yet).

- I read a ton of smutty stuff so if you don’t like it or you are not old enough, please don’t seek it out.

- Some of these writers write for Max Verstappen, Lewis Hamilton, Daniel Ricciardo, Sebastian Vettel, Toto Wolff, Lando Norris… you read who you like! If you don’t like a particular driver, scroll on by. Please don’t leave rude comments to the writers. They are trying their best and write what they like, it isn’t always what we like and that’s okay!

- Some of these are short and sweet, little drabbles, some are super long series fics. Make your pick!

-Some of these writers might only have 1 fic on their blog. Give them feedback! Give them a compliment! If their asks and requests are open, maybe drop an idea there!

To the writers on this list - Thank you!

If I accidentally left you out and I have read and shared it before, I’m so sorry! (And if I added your name twice - sorry!)

If you put in your favourite driver’s name and surname, and like “fluff” or “smut” after it, you will find these writers and maybe someone else too!

Right! Let’s get it:

@formulanaughty

@formulahs

@alltoolewin

@illicitlimerence-writes

@justspreadmythighs

@wishful-soda

@an-ocean-blue

@lewisdiary

@thirstyandbeautiful

@matbaerzal

@f1-and-chill

@ladyperceval

@ricciardothot

@pizza-portal

@suckerfordr3

@tiredbuthappy

@soyouthinkyoucanwrite

@baldgasly

@writtendaydreamm

@welld0nebaku

@whore4toto

@theonly1outof-a-billion

@formulathot

@mauvecherie-writes (this writer writes specifically for readers of colour - specifically black readers!)

@formulalex

@landinoandco

@windrush-child

@acollectionofficsandshit

@daniel-ricciardhoe

@aereres

@yungbludz

@drunkfrogg

@jwnchstr

@harleysarchive

@snowsfallwindsblow

@sunshinericciardo

@writing-about-current-obsessions

@racinggirl

@ricciardonorrisleclercgasly

@macybeckham7

@max-in-emillion

@deliciouscreatorcollective

@gothicwidowsworld

@landohunt

@inmynotes63

@urdaydreams

@ricciardobaby

@kepaxchillystars

If you have any more recommendations or I left you out, drop it in the comment section or reblog or whatever!!!

Enjoy!

#daniel ricciardo #lewis hamilton #toto wolff #lando norris #max verstappen #fic recommendations #have fun #be nice #f1 #sebastian vettel

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smoooothoperator · 8 months

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Beautiful Stranger

Epilogue

Driver! Lando Norris x OC (Lily Barton)

Summer love, strangers to friends to lovers, Greece and Greek mythology references

Words: 3.4k

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a/n: so... this is the end! I hope everyone liked this story, because believe me, I loved writing it, I loved writing about Lily and Lando. It was exciting write and read all the feedback all of you sent me, I'm so so so gratefull!!!

I want to thank my beautiful @racinggirl for being my beta reader and always cheer me up, and I want to thank @elisysd for creating Lyanne and letting me bring her to my story

I'm open to write bonus chapters for them, just ask me what you want o know about them!

The painting in front of her was being brighted by the flashlights the operators were fixing, making sure that the light was only on the surface of it and anything else.

She felt shivers running all over her body, walking around the open room with paintings and sculptures that were part of the exposition, with the title of the piece of art, an explanation of it and the name of the artist.

"Liliane, can you come check this out, please?" the man said, calling her with his characteristic Italian accent. "What do you think?"

She looked at the painting, how the colors and textures told her a story, how the protagonists of it were holding each other.

"I think it looks perfect" she nodded. "Maybe the nameplate should be placed a little to the right, but besides that, it looks amazing. Thank you Paolo"

"No, thank you" he smiled, hugging the woman and talking with the operators in Italian.

She walked away, grabbing her things from the reception and hanging her bag on her right shoulder.

The streets were crowded with tourists that spoke a lot of languages, making her smile.

This last year she has been traveling as much as she could, discovering new places and new cultures. She learned new languages, new artistic techniques, new art.

This last year she was the happiest.

Going back to her apartment she smiled looking at how it was decorated. There were new things, like the new space in her art and craft room, with a desk with a few monitors and glow neon details on the wall. Or her living room, with shelves with trophies and little wheels are placed where there used to be an empty space.

But the thing she liked the most was walking inside her bedroom and finding her boyfriend sleeping on the bed.

"Hey" she whispered, sitting at the edge of the bed and touching his shoulder.

"Oh hi" Lando yawned, stretching when he woke up and found her there.

"Long flight?"

"No" he smiled, rubbing his eyes and then looking at her. "Long media duties"

"Mhm" she nodded, leaning closer to him and kissing his lips softly. "I saw the new trophy box. I'm so proud of you"

"Yeah?" he smiled, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer. "Why don't you show me?"

"Idiot!" she laughed, hitting his arm softly making both of them laugh. "I was thinking about making you dinner"

"That sounds even better" he smiled.

She got up from the bed and walked towards the kitchen, hearing her tired boyfriend follow her and sit on one of the highchairs of the kitchen.

"How were things at the gallery?" he asked, grabbing the cutting board and cutting the veggies.

"Amazing" she smiled. "Did you bring the suit?"

"Of course" he nodded. "At what time was it? Some of the guys wanted to come to visit"

"That's so sweet!" she smiled softly, touched by how his friends wanted to come to support her too. "Around seven the sponsors and art elite will come to the gallery. I can make a call and put them on the list"

"Cool" he nodded. "Maybe we should go have dinner after going to the gallery? What do you think?"

"I think that's a good idea" she smiled, pecking his lips.

When they finished their dinner, both of them went to the living room, starting the ritual they created after he moved in with her.

While she was making space for the new trophy, he grabbed it with his hands, looking at it with a proud smile on his lips. A new win in his career, making his points get higher.

She smiled looking at him and spread her arms to take the new addiction to the shelf. She grabbed it, looking at it and kissed the metal of it before placing it on its new spot.

"I'm so proud of you" she whispered, standing next to him and leaning on him.

Today is the big day.

Her collection of paintings will be finally exposed in an art gallery and she couldn't be more excited.

When she woke up he wasn't next to her, making her frown and moving her arm over his side, opening her eyes and watching the door if the room opened and the smell of food coming from the kitchen.

"Silly" she smiled to herself, getting dressed on the shirt he left next to her to wear, and walked out of the bedroom.

Her boyfriend was there, shirtless, humming a song and making breakfast for them.

"Smells nice" she whispered, wrapping her arms on his waist and kissing the back of his neck. "What are you making?"

"One of those Greek things you taught me to make" he smiled.

"You are getting better at cooking, baby" she giggled, kissing his cheek.

"That's because I have the best teacher" he laughed.

They ate breakfast in silence, looking at each other with a smile.

Today is an important day and they have to organize it perfectly. Their friends will come to help with everything, since they were going to have dinner in the apartment. Her friends would be locked in her bedroom, getting her ready like if she was a model and they were her make up artists and hair stylists.

"Should I go buy some things to have snacks for you and the girls?" he asked her, making her laugh.

"Is not necessary, love" she chuckled. "We will be quick! I have a model and and actress to help me get ready"

Their day continued normal. In the morning they cleaned the apartment and after that one of them went to get groceries for dinner while the other cooked lunch.

She had the dress ready, already hanging at the door of the wardrobe and all her makeup up collection was on her dresser.

"Hello!" the first couple walked inside the apartment, making her giggle and walk towards her friend and hug her.

"Kika!" she giggled, hugging the girl.

"Lily!" she smiled, hugging her back. "I'm so proud of you!"

The two girls giggled and ran immediately to the bedroom, getting everything ready. Kika left the dress she will wear next to the one Liliane will wear and sat next to her. It's been a long time since they saw each other because of their work, and being able to come for a special occasion made both of them happier.

The second couple arrived, followed by his friends that stayed with him in the living room.

"Kika and Lily are already in the bedroom" Lando pointed, at the half closed door with a smile, hearing the girls talk with giggles in between.

Lando watched the actress walk towards the room with the dress on a bag and smiled hearing how the three women started to giggle, making him guess that they were hugging each other making little jumps.

"So… when are you going to do it?" Charles asked him with a smirk.

"Huh?" Lando hummed looking back at him.

"Yeah, you know what we're talking about" Carlos laughed.

"Oh! Eh… This summer" Lando inked proud. "We planned a trip back to Greece. I'm going to ask her there"

"That would be cute, the place you two met" Max laughed softly.

"Exctly" he man laughed.

While the men were talking in the living room, the three friends were in the bedroom, getting ready for the event.

"When are you going to tell him?" Kika asked her, looking through the mirror at her friend.

"In Greece" she smiled. "We're going next week. I'm going to tell him there"

"That is so cute!" Lyanna giggled. "I'm sure he will like it"

The time to go to the art gallery finally came, and the friend group went there together.

Everything was perfect, just how she imagined it. People walked around with glasses of champagne and things to eat to serve the people that walked around the exposition.

The moment she walked inside the room, people started to clap at her, making her friends give her space to join the clappins too.

"The exposition is so beautiful, Miss Barton" one of the sponsors said. "You have a very bright future"

"Thank you" she smiled breathless, not believing what that man told her.

She turned around to look at her friends and boyfriend, eyes wide open, surprised. She received a compliment from one of the most important art critics of the city, and she could see more of the sponsors getting ready to walk towards her.

"I think she will be pretty busy tonight" Pierre chuckled looking at Lily.

"Yeah" Lando smiled proudly, watching his girlfriend talk with people that started to get interested in what she was talking about. "Come on, let's have a walk around"

They walked around the exposition, looking at all the paintings and sculptures that were clearly influenced by all the travels she made with them.

They stopped on the final painting, the main protagonist of the exposition.

Lando smiled proudly looking at it, remembering the moment she showed it to him.

"It's you two!" Lyanne gasped looking at it, then looking at Lando.

"Yeah" he smiled, looking at it.

The day he finally moved in with her, he bought dinner from her favorite restaurant.

While she was folding his clothes and placing them on the wardrobe, he was building the new shelves to put his trophies on it.

"Lando" she smiled, walking towards him and hugging his waist. "Are you sure about this?"

"I am" he said, nodding, looking back at her. "I really am, Lily"

"But what about your apartment in Monaco? What about work?"

"I still own it" he said. "We can go there when we have free time, how does it sound, hm? To enjoy the sun, go to the beach. We can use the apartment when I have a race there, so we don't have to be on a hotel"

"I like the sound of that" she smiled, kissing his cheek.

They were holding each other, the shelves no longer in the process of putting them together, while listening to the soft music.

"You know I love you, right?" he whispered, placing his lips on her forehead. "So much"

"And I love you too" she whispered

There they were, making a slow dance with an apartment in process of changing, with the light of the sun getting inside of the living room.

"It's so beautiful" the group of friends smiled, looking at the painting.

Lando smiles happily, watching the painting of them dancing on their living room.

The moment they landed in Athens she felt like home. She wanted to go immediately to Parga, to hug Nora, to thank her for everything she did.

"I rented something" Lando said smiling, holding her hand and walking out of the airport.

"Lando!" she gasped, watching the camper parked in the parking lot of the airport. "No way!"

"Yes way" he smirked.

It was like the first time they made a trip last summer. But this time they were being themselves, not hiding anymore and stopping in crowded places without having to escape the people.

She liked watching how people walked towards him asking him for pictures, how he asked her with his eyes if it was okay to take pictures with the fans.

She liked to walk around the places holding his hand, hearing him talk about his life and his plans, about what they should go next, what they should eat and who will drive next.

"We have to go to the temple of Aphrodite" Lando said, making her laugh surprised.

"But it's the other way! You should have told me when we were in Athens, Lando" she laughed looking at him and then at the GPS.

"Oh" he laughed. "I mean, I wanted to thank her for everything, but okay"

"Thank her?" she smiled softly. "Why?"

"I kinda prayed her to make you see that I'm the love of your life" he joked, making her laugh harder and kiss his cheek.

"Oh yeah, yeah" she laughed. "It worked"

He smirked triumphantly, making her roll her eyes,smiling.

Since that day he came for her birthday, both worked hard to fix their mistakes and make their relationship grow every day more. Every minute next to him she fell even more in love with him, discovering his world and celebrating his wins and supporting him when he felt bad. She loved to go with him and learn new things about his work, enjoying race after race this new life and cheering for him louder and louder.

"We're close to Parga" Lando informed her, looking at the sign that marked the kilometers left to arrive at the town. "Do you want to stop somewhere and buy Nora something else?"

"Oh, yeah" she smiled.

The camper smells like flowers after their stop, making her smile wider than before. During the stops on their trip she bought a canvas, wanting to paint something for the woman that took care of her during her stay in the town and that made possible the relationship she has with her boyfriend.

They parked the vehicle at the other side of the street, in front of the restaurant the old woman owns. Lily walked out of the camper with a big smile, giggled when she saw the streets she loved were exactly the same a year after.

"Nora!" they called her, walking inside the kitchen through the back door.

"Oh god!" she gasped. "My kids!"

They smiled and hugged her, giggling when the woman kissed their cheeks happily.

"How have you been? Everything's okay? Come on, tell me!"

They laughed hearing how excited she was. She checked what she was cooking in the oven and then grabbed two chairs, letting them sit and she started making something for them.

"We're good" Lando smiled, holding Lily's hand. "Really good"

"Lando won a few races this season" Lily informed.

"I know, I saw his races" the old woman smiled softly at him. "I'm so proud of you, little man" she said, pinching his cheek.

"And she put her paintings on an art gallery last week" Lando smirked.

"No way! Really?" Nora gasped looking at her.

"Yeah" Lily nodded proudly. "Oh and we have something for you"

Lando got up and grabbed the painting his girlfriend made, one he helped to paint too, and gave it to the woman.

"Oh, Lily…" she smiled softly. "Thank you, so much"

Lily smiled and got up, walking towards her and hugging her tightly.

"Well, you want to stay somewhere while you two are here? I can ask the guys to get one of the free apartments ready" Nora smiled looking at them.

"It would be so nice, thank you" Lily smiled, holding the hand of the woman. "Let me help you, yeah?"

Lando smiled looking at the two women, how they moved in sync inside the kitchen.

"Then I'm going to take the things off from the camper" he said getting up, kissing his girlfriend's lips and Noras cheek. "Thank you for letting us stay on an apartment, really"

"No, thank you two for visiting me" she smiled.

Lando nodded and walked out, getting the things out of the camper and looking at his backpack.

He smiled looking at the box that kept his best kept secret ever. He's surprised at how well he could keep it away from her, since he bought it two months ago with Lyanna and Kika during the race week in Monaco.

He planned everything. When and how he will ask her, where it will be and what he will say.

"Lando!" Nora called him, making him get out if his thoughts and look at the woman. "You brought it?"

"Yeah" he smiled, grabbing the box and showing her the shell that has jewel inside of it.

"It's so beautiful, kid" she smiled, watching the ring and being amazed by it. "I'm so happy for you two, really. I feel so proud watching you two be so in love. I'm glad you could fix everything"

"I did it thanks to you Nora" he smiled, hugging her. "You were so important on this, you helped us get together"

"And I'm glad you took the opportunity and didn't waste it" she said. "I'm so happy to watch her like this. She glows, kid. She's glowing and makes me so proud to see the woman she became. And to.see the man you became after finding her again. I'm proud of you"

He smiled and hugged her, rubbing her back and kissing her cheek.

"Would you let me grab a scooter?" he smiled. "I planned something"

"Of course, go ask Bastian" she nodded excitedly. "I'm sure he would let you take one if you tell him I sent you"

He smiled and nodded, leaving the suitcases to the guy he will get the apartment ready, and going where she told him and rented a scooter. After getting the keys, he drove back to the restaurant to pick up his girlfriend.

"Oh no" she laughed. "Not again"

"Come on, you know I got better at driving this" he laughed, giving her the second helmet. "Get on it, the apartment is ready"

She shook her head, laughing and wrapping her arms on his waist after sitting behind him, placing her head on his shoulder and watching the streets of the town, smiling at the people she recognized and waving at them hello.

She felt so glad to come back. She was so happy to be here again.

When they arrived at the apartment they put the clothes out of the suitcases, placing it on the wardrobe.

"Hey, why don't we go have dinner out?" he smiled. "To that place you liked that is near the beach?"

"Of course" she smiled.

"And wear this dress" he said, grabbing a dress he loved.

The same dress she wore the day they met a year ago.

She smiled and put it, getting her hair and makeup ready for the hour he reserved a table.

It was perfect, the dinner was perfect as well as everyone around. None of them asked him to take pictures, or took off their camera. It was something private between the two lovers and people understood.

When they finished the dinner they walked around, holding hands and smiling at the people that waved at them.

"Come on, it's late" Lando said, squeezing her hand softly and walking back to the scooter.

They walked together to the vehicle and she sat behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist with a wide smile on her lips.

"This is not the way to the apartment, Lando" she said looking where he was driving.

"I know" he chuckled, stopping the scooter. "But it's a stop I wanted to do"

He parked the scooter on one side of the street, holding her hand to help her get out of it and stand on the ground.

"Do you remember this street?" he asked her, holding her hand and stopping in the middle of the road.

"How could I forget it?" she smiled, looking around

"It was a year ago" he said, kneeling behind her and holding the box.

When she turned around she gasped, finding him with a box and kneeling on one knee.

"Lando" she gasped, feeling her heart beating so fast.

"A year ago we met in this town. This place saw us fall in love. I told you a lie about myself, but because I loved you I worked my ass to have your forgiveness. I tried everything to get back to you and here we are" he smiled, looking how she started to have tears in her eyes. "I love you, Liliane Barton. I love you with all my heart. And even if we met a year ago and we are 24 years old, I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to get married with you and have kids. I… God, I even wanted to buy Miss Rose's house, but someone was quicker than me and already bought it…"

"I did"

"But we can buy another house to grow old…" he said, but stopped immediately. "Wait, what?"

"I bought Miss Rose's house" she said, grabbing her bag and showing him the keys.

"No way" he gasped, laughing. "God, marry me?"

"Yes!" she giggled, kneeling in front of him and kissing his lips.

"I love you" he whispered on her lips, holding her hand and putting the ring on her finger.

"I love you too, my beautiful stranger" she smiled kissing his lips. "I told you, some love stories start with a crash"

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xaelia-au · 1 year

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charles leclerc

series:

the winner takes it all - @silverstonesainz

"one win, one loss. how does it all unfold, and how will it all come together?"

daddy & me + three - @libraryofloveletters

Charles and y/n had a young, wild romance; love and happiness leads to marriage and well, kids. Family of 2 becomes 4 and then 5 which makes Daddy and Me + Three.

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a moment in time - @hey-kae

Spending your vacation with Charles was a risk, but was it one worth taking?

pt.2

champagne - @illicitlimerence-writes

reader is a normal person but doesn’t feel worthy of their partner after some comment is made by someone in the paddock

prompts: "stay" "how was i such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?"

already so perfect - @hey-kae

best friend!charles turned into boyfriend!charles and before the next gp, pierre goes to your hometown to help u with a surprise for charles and after the surprise you make the relationship official

pedals - @racinggirl

"the reader is a musician and she plays the piano of their house and do videos posting them on her media and sometimes Charles tries aging with her or just doing silly things. And maybe be likes to go to recitals to cheer for her and she loves going to his races”

wrapped up - @luverts

at last, your temporary night routine with charles becomes 'permanent'...

secret relationship - @sainz-leclerc

secret relationship with charles

trust me - @hey-kae

the reader goes with Charles to the track for one of the Ferrari promotions and she gets to ride with him in the three seater car? So she gets to talk with him over the radio and experience a day of driving with him? Maybe she freaks out over how fast they go and keeps telling him to slow down

let it be - @seasidepierre

you wake up to sunlight, smells of crepes and piano notes escaping from the living room. A whole aesthetics vibes. Not much plot, just pure fluff

shes not my girlfriend - @seasidepierre

Spa 2021 is a real circus and as you’re strolling the drowning paddock, making sure to grab content for your team, Ferrari, one of the drivers is trying really, really hard not to show that he has the fattest crush on his coworker. Unfortunately for him, he’s already been caught by pretty much.. everyone.

pt.2

after-race - @sainz-leclerc

Some fluff bcs my boy deserves it ❤️‍🩹

sex and regret - @luvth0t

in which you and charles find yourselves in a never ending cycle of sex and regret since the end of your relationship, until you think you’ve moved on.

pt.2

ne quitte pas - @hey-kae

dont leave

a little white lie - @footballffbarbiex

charles lying

cupcakes - @uhswag

you decide baking with charles would be a good idea...

the adventures of freckle boy and sunscreen girl - @illicitlimerence-writes

the smell of sunscreen + the warmth on your naked skin + watching pink sunsets together + endless freckles

friends - @shaarlslec

Charles sees paparazzi pictures taken with you and a very drunk Pierre and that does not do him good although the three of you have claimed to be just friends.

pt.2 & pt.3

sleep tight mon coeur - @russellsppttemplates

Charles does not enjoy being alone in a cold bed, even it means sacrificing some hours of sleep to see his smiley y/n

hate and love - @hey-kae

where Charles and reader end the relationship because of hate and comments on social media

my girl, my everything, my world - @rebelwrites

Charles loved nothing more than watching on stage. Especially when your tour is lined up with a race. Even though he had to bite his lip when the guys tried flirting with you.

meeting the family - @theundercoversquid

meeting charles' family

two plus one - @charlewiss

where you and charles are giving mixed signals but pierre clears it out for you :)

birthday boy - @theundercoversquidrsquid

You and Charles celebrate his birthday

missing home - @lovelyleclercs

Charles has to leave you and your two-year-old daughter for over a month to race. he struggles with being gone a lot more than he expected too.

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safe haven || charles leclerc 16

type: one shot pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 1.5k summary: charles taking care of you whilst you're sick at home requested: yes! “Hi :) First of all, I loove your writing! It's immaculate! Saw you're taking requests and I was wondering if you could do one, where reader is sick (the flu or smth?) and Charles (or anyone you want) takes care of them? Like really fluffy? Thank you so much and have a wonderful week :))” (by anon) Yeeees girl, who doesn't want fluff Charles boyfriend??? Requests are OPEN!!! warnings: mentions of being sick, mentions of !covid!, tons and tons of fluff, not proofread! notes: I'm sooooo sorry it took so long! I just had such a big writersblock and I didn't had the motivation to write anything atm. I will try to write more, I promise! Also, I hope you'll love it! I just wrote it in about an hour or so. I lowkey like it, but if you have tips or just things you really like about my writing and want to see more of, just lmk and hmu!

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‘’I hate being sick.’’

‘’I know baby, I know, but I’m here okay? I’ll take care of you.’’

Those were the words you needed more than anything at this exact moment, in which you were on the couch in your boyfriends apartment in Monaco, your back leaning against his strong chest, his arms wrapped around you protectively. You felt safe, more than anywhere else in the world, because he was your home, your safe haven.

It all started a few days ago, you weren’t feeling too good after the Hungarian Grand Prix, but you tried to brush it off. Just a cold, at least, that’s what you thought. You made sure to do a COVID-19 test just in case, even though corona wasn’t really a subject people talked about anymore, at least, the illness, not the drink, people loved the drink.

Negative, thankfully, so you weren’t too worried about the fact you might have to go in quarantine. Just a cold, right?

No, things got worse, from a running nose to coughing, as well as stomach pains and headaches. You had the flu, and it was horrible. You never got sick, not even a cold would get you, usually. But right now, you could curse the whole world and space, because you absolutely hated it.

You tried to keep your cool, not wanting your boyfriend to worry about you, he had enough on his mind with the final adjustments before summer break. But he wasn’t one to fool, he knew something was going on.

‘’Baby, are you okay?’’ Charles had noticed you were a little less active when you came back home. Normally you’d drag him out for a walk around the harbour, watching the sunset in the evening, or the sunrise in the early hours. But this time, you’d just head straight to the couch, curling up under the blanket.

‘’Did I put the air-conditioning too high?’’ He frowned the moment you reached for the black fluffy blanket underneath your tv.

‘’No, no, it’s fine.’’ You mumbled, a sneeze and a cough giving away your current state.

‘’Are you sick?’’

‘’…’’

‘’Baby?’’

‘’Yes, I think I am.’’ You mumbled, curling up more underneath the blankets.

Charles smiled weakly, making his way towards the couch as he took a seat next to you, his arms carefully wrapping around your shivering body.

‘’No, I don’t want you to get sick too.’’ You whispered, moving in your boyfriends arms, but you too knew, he was stronger than you, so after just a few seconds of trying to get out of his grip, you gave up, your head resting against his chest as you closed your eyes.

‘’Then we’ll be sick together.’’ He said, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

‘’Charles, I’m serious.’’ You mumbled, removing your head from his chest to look up into his eyes, a sigh escaping your lips.

He simply shrugged his shoulders and pulled you closer, just to give you a peck on your lips. He didn’t care. He wanted to take care of you, because he loved you.

It stayed like that for a few days, you had zero energy, sleeping for almost the entire day, while Charles took care of you, handing you your tea, as well as providing you with the best movies (he picked them).

‘’Babe, you need to go to work.’’ You were on the same position again, under the same blankets – who had been washed twice already by your boyfriend who insisted on washing the blankets everyday to give you a ‘fresh one’ each day – while Charles was making your lemon tea in the kitchen.

‘’They don’t mind if I’m a bit later, it’s summer break anyways.’’ He told you, cutting up the apple slices just the way you liked it.

‘’They do, baby, they want to celebrate their summer break too. I’m fine okay? I’m feeling a little better already.’’ You said, looking at the Monégasque as he walked to the couch, eyes focussed on the tea so it wouldn’t spill, he had filled it to the top.

‘’A little, which doesn’t mean a lot, so I’m now turning on the tv for you and putting on another Harry Potter movie, okay? And I’ll get your sweater in case you get cold and-‘’

‘’Charles!’’ You laughed, a small smile on your lips as you watch your boyfriend ramble on about the things he was going to do for you.

‘’I can do things myself too, you know?’’ You smiled sweetly, his face confused and searching for the right words.

‘’But…’’

‘’No, no buts, you get your ass to work, I’ll be fine, okay?’’ You shot him a reassuring smile, one he knew was sincere.

After a few seconds, he decided to agree, after trying to search for excuses, which you only rejected. He left for work, but told you he’d be home as soon as possible so you two could order food from your favourite restaurant.

He was an angel, he really was. Every morning he would prepare your tea, cut up your fruits because he knew you didn’t like to eat bread in the morning. Everyday he would give you a little more food, knowing you slowly started to gain your appetite again. Every afternoon he would prepare a lunch, as well as a movie the two of you would watch together. He gave you kisses, which you tried to avoid because you did not want him to get sick too. Every evening he would either order or prepare dinner, and prepare a bath for the two of you to enjoy after chilling on the couch the entire day. After that, he would make the bed, turn on the candles in the bedroom, and give you a massage. He was the perfect boyfriend, and you loved him more every second of every day.

As soon as he came home that evening, he did exactly what he said he would. He ordered dinner, cuddled you on the couch, watching the movie you were currently watching, and waited for dinner to arrive.

After dinner he ran upstairs to prepare the bath, spreading rose pedals he bought the other day all over the floor and bath, filling it up with your favourite scented bath gel and candles for the romantic vibe.

‘’You know.’’ You whispered, leaning against his chest, the warmth of the water around you giving you tingles all over your body.

‘’Hmm?’’ Charles hummed, his chin resting on the top of your head, his arms wrapped around your body to pull you close to him, his breath moving some baby hairs on the top of your head.

‘’I think I should be sick more often.’’ You whispered, eyes closing as you felt his chest move, a low chuckle leaving his lips. He smiled, his hands drawing small circles on your stomach, the circles slowly turning into little hearts.

‘’I think you shouldn’t, because you keep avoiding my kisses.’’ He whispered, his breath hitting your temple since you had turned your head to the side, making you able to hear his heartbeat. His heartbeat, which was slow, relaxed, because he had you in his arms.

‘’I’m only doing that because I don’t want you to get sick, but you aren’t really helping.’’ You giggled, your hand moving to his upper leg, nails scratching his skin in the warm water.

‘’I won’t get sick.’’ He smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple. ‘’My immune system is the best.’’ He smirked, in which you rolled your eyes with a smile as a response.

Once you got out of the bath, he made sure to wrap a towel around your body, doing the same for himself afterwards. He smiled at you, that smile that made you feel at home, safe, here with him.

He was about to lean in to press his lips to yours, when he turned away from you, making you frown. But the reason made you laugh, a smirk on your lips. He coughed, a sneeze following afterwards.

‘’That was just a coincidence.’’ He mumbled, but soon after coughed again, making you raise your eyebrow, the smirk still plastered on your face.

‘’You won’t get sick, huh?’’ You smirked, arms crossed in front of your chest as you let out a laugh, watching your boyfriend cough another time.

He looked at you, his towel moving over his face, a groan escaping his lips. He removed the towel, looking at you as he stepped closer, pulling you in his arms.

‘’At least this means I get to kiss you now, because you’ve already infected me.’’ And with that, he pressed his lips to yours, kissing you softly while the candles slowly dimmed. They lasted for at least four evenings.

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breaking deals || charles leclerc 16 (part 1)

type: two shot (part 1) - click here to read part 2 pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 2.3k summary: being friends with benefits with a driver on another team has its ups and downs... requested: yes! “can you please write a fic where y/n is a driver, she's friends with benefits with charles, but when he confess his love she leaves. later on, she decides to give them a chance and the end is super fluff? please show her being super cute with him and breaking the news about their relationship on the paddock!” (by anon) Requests are OPEN!!! warnings: swearing (just a little), (mentions of) flirting, brief mentions of s*x, heartbreak (don't worry! part two will have the happy ending!) notes: I am baaaaack! I was dealing with another writersblock, but I'm back again. I've also decided to do two parts of this story, because this ending was just in my head like a movie and I HAD to do it. Hopefully part 2 will be up somewhere this or next week!

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Rule number one when you decide to be friends with benefits with someone: no feelings. Number two, nobody could find out. The main reason for the second rule was the fact the both of you were drivers, Formula One drivers. Him at Ferrari, you at Alpha Tauri.

You had camera’s following your every step, being the first woman in this modern era to have a seat at one of the teams in the Formula One world. You worked your ass off, and people knew. You made sure people knew, because you were proud of your achievements.

He, however, was also a big thing in the media, especially after his wins, but now because of the lack of wins. Charles Leclerc, driver for Scuderia Ferrari, a championship contender in these first few races, a second place or third place contender later on.

The moment he saw your face on his phone, his Instagram feed filled with pictures of you, he was speechless. Two things crossed his mind. The first being the breath that he missed, because you were, according to the Monegasque, breath takingly beautiful. The second thing was shock, not thinking a female would be in Formula One this soon.

‘BREAKING: Y/n Y/l/n to race for Alpha Tauri in 2022’

He was happy, because this would mean things would get spicy, exciting and different in and around the paddock, on and off the track. He couldn’t wait till those Barcelona testing days, the days he would see you in person, the days he would introduce himself, and make friends, because who didn’t want to befriend the only female driver in Formula One.

The day you arrived at the track, peoples faces turned around instantly. Pierre was talking to Charles and Carlos, talking about their winter break, and of course your name entered the conversation pretty fast.

‘’Yeah, she’s amazing, and freaking fast!’’ Pierre exclaimed, explaining how the two of you met to the Ferrari drivers. ‘’I’m curious to see how she performs between the guys.’’ He then adds, his head turning around once your voice joined their conversation.

‘’I’ll beat all of you in the first laps.’’ You joked, hand resting on the Frenchman’s shoulder, your hair moving with the wind, the sun doing your tan good justice. ‘’y/n!’’ Pierre smiled, turning around to wrap his arms around you, hugging you as your arms found their way around his shoulders. ‘’Hey Pedro.’’ You replied, receiving chuckles from both Ferrari drivers.

‘’Hey, I’m y/n.’’

Those few days in Barcelona were an experience, one of the best you’ve had so far. The speed of the cars, the track, the different weather updates, mid practice changes, pitstops, all things you had at W-series as well, but 10 times faster here. You loved it, the adrenaline it gave you, all the interviewers wanting to talk to you, the thousand of followers you gained, it made you confident.

The final day of practice, you were packing your suitcase in your hotel room, music blasting through your air pods as you danced along the music. You didn’t hear the knocks on the hotel room door, or the voice that was calling your name. Once you finished packing you decided it was a good idea to go downstairs to grab some breakfast, seeing the fact you had an early practice session today. Pierre had the afternoon session.

However, the moment you opened your door, you let out a soft scream, eyes widening a little as your hand rose to your ears to take out your air pods. Once you took them out, your other hand went to your chest, deep breaths trying to calm you down as you watch the Ferrari driver laugh in front of you.

‘’Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.’’ He chuckled, his hand resting on your upper arm. You slowly looked up into his eyes, a kind smile on your face as you shook your head. ‘’No, it’s fine, I just didn’t expect someone to be in front of my door at… 7 am.’’ You smiled, fixing your hair.

Truth be told, you found him attractive, who didn’t find Charles Leclerc attractive? Exactly. Being the only female driver meant you for sure got a lot of male attention, which you didn’t mind. But it also meant getting quite some attention from this man in front of you, something you didn’t seem to mind at all.

‘’Yeah, I eh, was wondering if you wanted to get breakfast together, you have the morning session too right?’’ He smiled at you, his tongue sliding over his lips which made your heart beat a little faster.

‘’I do, are you stalking me already Leclerc?’’ You teased, closing the door behind you as you walked towards the stairs, turning your head to watch the guy dressed in full black chuckle, before he made his way towards you.

‘’Nah, I’m just well aware of who I’m on track with every session.’’ He replied, a smirk on his lips as he watched you walk down the stairs. He couldn’t lie, there was a massive attraction to you from his side, and somehow Charles hoped it didn’t stay at just friends.

And it didn’t. Ever since that moment in Barcelona, the two of you flirted, not wanting to be in trouble, so you decided to do it secretly, making sure nobody knew about the activities the two of you were up to. The both of you knew it couldn’t be a relationship, seeing the fact you were both drivers, for different teams.

However, you mutually agreed it wouldn’t get that far. It was simply flirty, joking, teasing each other. Innocent, at first.

But everything changed after you were back at the track where it all started. Barcelona, the Spanish GP. Charles was frustrated after the race, in which he suffered a loss of power, after leading with a 13 second advantage. You knew he was frustrated, so you decided to see him in the hotel later that evening, hoping everybody would already be asleep.

You gently lifted your hand to knock on his door, a sigh escaping your lips when you saw the Monegasque open the door. ‘’Hey.’’ ‘’hey..’’

You entered, feet moving to the couch almost instantly as you sat down, eyes meeting his as he leaned against the door. ‘’Shit race.’’ You replied, a weak smile on your lips. ‘’You could say that.’’ He mumbled, hands in the pockets of his joggers as he walked towards you, taking a seat on your left.

‘’Power issues?’’ You asked, and he simply nodded, his gaze being at the floor, tongue moving over his lips again. Fuck. You swallowed thickly, looking down at the floor as well, until his hand grabbed yours. Your eyes shot up, looking directly into his as he leaned in to tuck some hair behind your ear.

‘’This is making it a little better though.’’ He whispered, your faces being inches apart, his warm breath hitting your nose which made you shiver, in a good way. ‘’Me being here, or everybody else being asleep?’’ You replied, eyes closing as he leaned down, his lips brushing your neck slightly. ‘’Both.’’

That was the start of something, a ritual, a deal. A deal the both of you had to stick to, desperately.

That day in Barcelona was the start of more bad luck on Charles’ side. More DNF’s, less podiums, less wins. Sure, there was a part of you that felt bad for him, because he didn’t deserve this, he worked his ass off every time, and got stabbed in the back by either the strategists, or the car itself.

‘’I fucking can’t believe this!’’ Charles walked inside your hotel room, almost instantly, as soon as you opened the door for him. Hungary 2022, a frustration for the Ferrari driver.

‘’Charles.’’ You followed him, grabbing his hands as you notice his temper, his anger, not towards you, but himself and his team.

‘’Why the fuck did they put me on the hard compound? Just, why? They saw how bad it was performing with the other teams, did your team put you on the hards?’’ He asked, looking at how you shook your head. ‘’No, of course not, of course they didn’t because they have actual brains, unlike the guys on my team, fucking hell.’’

You frowned, leaning up to press your lips against his, pulling him down by his neck. Sure, his strategists didn’t do the best job, and you understood his frustration, but there were two stories here. ‘’They are trying their best.’’ You sighed against his lips, feeling his grip tighten on your ass.

‘’They should try harder.’’ He groaned, walking back till you were feeling the wall against your back. His hand slowly grabbed your leg, lifting it up so he could press his body against yours, your leg wrapping around his waist.

‘’And so should you.’’ You sighed, which made him stop his movements, lips separating as he took a step back, looking at you. ‘’I am.’’

‘’I know, Charles, I know.’’ You sighed, smiling weakly. ‘’But there are two parts of the strategic decisions during a race.’’ You explained. ‘’Open your mouth, tell them, talk to them.’’ You said, squeezing his hands. ‘’You’re the driver, you know what feels good, tell them, make the decisions too.’’ You nodded, cupping his cheeks with your hands, forcing him to look at you.

‘’Helping the competition now huh?’’ He asked, a playful smirk on his face. He knew you were right, and that’s what made you special to him. Instead of agreeing with him, telling him he was right and that he tried everything he could, you told him what he didn’t do right. You weren’t just going to say yes to everything he said, but you were also able to get into a discussion with him, tell him the facts, how things were actually going. And he appreciated that, he loved that.

‘’Just giving some tips to a friend.’’ You said before closing the space between the two of you again, because that’s what you were, friends. Simply friends, that’s it. And he hated that, because secretly, he wanted to be more than just that, than just friends.

He wanted to tell you, so bad, but he knew it would mean he broke your deal, the deal you made back in Barcelona, rule number one.

‘’What’s the matter with you?’’ You asked the driver, the guy that was laying next to you in bed, refusing to leave after the passionate sex the two of you just had. Charles was cuddly, not like he usually was, he didn’t leave immediately after, but he stayed, and somehow you liked that.

‘’Nothing.’’ He replied. ‘’Are you sure?’’ You frowned, turning to your side, hand resting under your chin as you put your hair over one shoulder, eyes narrowing to meet his. ‘’There’s something.’’ You murmured, poking his cheek with your finger, watching as he took a deep breath, tongue sliding over his lips like he usually did.

‘’You don’t want to know.’’ He sighed, not wanting to look you in the eyes. Your frown got deeper as you turned in the bed, sitting up straight, the covers up to your chest as you turned to him fully. ‘’Actually, I do.’’ You said, watching the Monegasque take the same position as you, face turning around to face you. His hand moved up to cup your cheek, both your eyes closing as your lips connected once more, but this kiss was different, and you both knew.

‘’Charles…’’ You sighed against his lips, receiving a groan back, his hands pulling you even closer, because he needed you close, and not just as a friend.

‘’Charles, we can’t.’’ You said, pulling away from the loving kiss you just shared. Charles looked at you, his hand slowly reaching for yours, but you pulled yours away. ‘’No.’’ You said, a frown on your forehead.

‘’But, I like you, fuck, I love you, y/n.’’ He said, which made you close your eyes. ‘’No you don’t.’’ You simply replied, your voice almost being a whisper. ‘’I do.’’ He responded, trying to reach for your hand again, but you got out of the bed and threw him his clothes after putting on one of your shirts and panties.

‘’You should go.’’ You said, swallowing thickly. It was the end of the season, but you were still known as drivers, from different teams. ‘’y/n…’’

‘’Go, Charles, now.’’ You said, looking up into his eyes, fighting the tears in your own eyes, arms wrapped around your body. He knew he fucked up, big time, so he was quick in putting on his clothes, as well as his shoes and he stormed off, opening the door and walking out of your hotel room.

He crossed your friend, the one you were here with for the final race of the season, but Charles was so in his own mind space, he simply walked past the girl, and stormed off. Lola walked towards you, since Charles left your room door wide open, and watched the guy walk down the stairs.

‘’Who was that?’’ She asked, turning her head to look into your direction. You sighed, your eyes never leaving the back of the guy that slowly found its way into your heart. ‘’A friend.’’ You mumbled, Lola walking past you to go inside the hotel room, placing the boxes of pizza on the table.

‘’A friend I fell in love with…’’ You whispered, grabbing the handle of the door and closing it behind you, eyes scanning the room, ending on the bed you just shared with that friend.

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You've got a friend in me || Formula One

type: one shot pairing: formula one drivers x friendly relationship word count: 3k summary: after losing a loved one, you realize who your true friends are requested: yes! 'Hello, could I request a fic about a reader working in F1? She just lost her grandmother due to cancer and the drivers notice it and comfort her. I just lost my gm and can’t really believe it. I know this prompt is kind of delicate so I understand if you don’t feel too comfortable about writing it.’ Requests are OPEN! warnings: mentions of death, mentions of hospitals, mentions of c*ncer, loss of loved ones, sadness, semi-happy ending notes: Hi, first of all, I wanted to say I know what it's like to lose someone you love, so dearly (my father), and lose them to that horrible disease as well. I hope I captured what was needed, it was hard for me, yes, but I also think it's one of the most beautiful things I've written, simply because it feels so close to me. I hope you'll like it, and please let me know what you think <3. Also, if any of you ever struggle with something, just let me know. I am here for every one, no matter what 🫶🏽

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Losing a loved one is something you wish upon nobody, it’s hard and unfair. Life is hard and unfair. No longer hearing their voice, their laugh, the one that made a smile appear on your face in no time. No longer embracing them in a hug, feeling their warmth, their kisses on your forehead or cheek, no longer their love in a physical form. No longer a ‘goodnight’, but instead one last ‘goodbye’.

Losing someone you love, whether it is a father, a mother, a friend, a niece, a lover or a grandparent, is one of the most difficult and challenging things to deal with, especially at a young age. It’s never easy, never. Never hearing their silly comments that made you either laugh or roll your eyes, never greeting them anymore, never holding their hand, counting their fingers like you used to do when you were little, trying to count to ten.

Dealing with loss of someone so dear and close to you was something you wished to never experience, and never had to experience either. Not until you received the news from your parents.

‘’We need you to come over, grandma isn’t doing too good.’’

You had never ignored this many traffic lights, speed limits or fellow car drivers on your way to the hospital. You knew something bad was going to happen, it was something your parents talked to you about a lot this week, the feeling of them knowing more than you did growing every time they started the conversation.

‘grandma isn’t doing great; you should visit her some time soon; grandma has lived an amazing life; she’s doing worse every day.’

The moment you arrived at the hospital, after throttling like the people you worked for did on a race weekend, you knew it was bad, since it wasn’t only you, but also your siblings and your aunts children had gathered at the hospital. All your grandmothers grandchildren, as well as her own children, it being one of the first times your entire family was together, had a hard time keeping a straight face, since they all knew what was going on. Your grandmother was dying.

Cancer, a horrible disease. A fucking horrible disease. One that took away too many people from their loving families. People that didn’t deserve to die. Of course, nobody deserves to die, but when you see a happy, satisfied woman, surrounded by her grandchildren, a smile on her face whenever she, at Christmas, spent time with each child, opening their presents, no matter the age of her grandkids, you’d give everything for her to do that more years. But sadly, life wasn’t on her side, because the cancer that invaded her body, her mind, her soul, took those wonderful Christmas eve’s away from not only her, but the entire family.

It had been a few weeks now since your grandmother passed away, and not wanting the grief to take over your life, you decided going back to work was the best thing to do. Being surrounded by the cars, the people you loved, your second family away from home, felt somewhat comforting. But not completely, not entirely.

All week you weren’t focussed, your breaks you’d spend looking at the pictures you had of your beloved grandma, or calling your parents, because the death of your grandma made you realize how important family is. You tried to turn your emotions down, especially when you were talking to one of the drivers, not wanting to bother them with your pretty messed up life right now.

You were currently in your third year in Formula One, behind the scenes, creating content for Formula One’s Instagram, TikTok and YouTube account. Grill the Grid? One of your works, along with many others of course. You were getting ready in the room the drivers would film their parts, setting up the camera’s, looking over the planners and making sure everybody was at their position in the other room.

First team, Alfa Romeo, alphabetical order. ‘’Valtteri?’’ You called the Finn, giving him a weak smile the moment he got up from his seat and walked towards you. You guided him to the other room, staying silent on the way there, and he noticed, but didn’t dare to say anything about it.

A few teams in, you had gotten the classic ‘are you okay’-question multiple times, Pierre, Yuki, Fernando, Seb and Charles, as well as Carlos, Mick, Kevin and Daniel. You told them you were fine, since it was a lot easier to hold back your tears by ignoring the painful moments, than actually telling them what happened.

Next up, after Daniel, it was Lando’s turn. You continued your procedure, walking to the room, looking at your papers before scanning the rest of the room. ‘’Lando.’’ You turned around, making your way to the other room, knowing Lando’d follow you anyways, he always did.

‘’y/n, are you oka-‘’ ‘’Yes, Lando, I’m fine, can’t be better.’’ You muttered, getting annoyed at the amount of drivers asking you the questions. Lando decided to stay silent, nodding in response, but a frown on his forehead as he walked into the room, not taking his eyes off of you for a good few seconds.

‘’George.’’

‘’Lewis.’’

‘’Alex.’’

Everybody had finished recording, meaning it was time for your well deserved break. You reached for your phone, swallowing thickly at the picture that was now your background. Your grandma, a smile on her face, an arm around you as you did the same to her, both looking at each other, laughing, enjoying the moment together.

‘’Hey.’’ You heard a voice coming from behind, making you turn around, a deep shaky breath stopping the tears from rolling down your eyes.

‘’Max, hey.’’ You smiled weakly at the Dutchman, who had a concerned look on his face. ‘’I did great at the challenge, don’t you think?’’ You laughed weakly, he wasn’t bad, but he wasn’t particularly good either. ‘’Right, almost an A+.’’ You replied, receiving a low chuckle back from the World Champion.

‘’Hey, listen, I talked to Lando, he said-‘’ You sighed heavily, a soft groan escaping your lips as you started walking again, not wanting to show your emotions, not wanting to be weak.

‘’I’m just on my period, okay? I’d appreciate it if you’d leave me alone, thank you.’’ And with that, you made your way to the F1 hospitality, the one the content creators and other photographers and press would be enjoying their lunch at.

The rest of the day went alright, you did not see any more drivers, some of your co-workers also deciding to leave you alone for the rest of the afternoon and evening, because you made it pretty clear you did not want any company right now.

‘’y/n, wait.’’ You closed your eyes, stopping your steps as you took a deep breath. ‘’Finally, y/n, I’ve been looking for you all day.’’

‘’Lando, seriously, just lea-‘’ You stayed silent as you saw not only Lando, but also Carlos standing next to him. ‘’Oh, hi.’’ You mumbled, looking at the Spanish guy in front of you.

‘’Que pasa muppet?’’ You simply shook your head at Carlos’ question, feeling bad for being rude to them, but you just didn’t want to break down in front of many press or photographers. ‘’Nothing, just, on my period.’’

You were quite close to most of the drivers, being in your early twenties, you were close to their age, shared the same interests and had a lot of fun with them outside working hours here on track. You always made sure to hang out once during the race week, whether it was here at track during your breaks, or back in the Hilton Hotel.

That’s exactly where you were right now, sitting in your room, on your balcony. You were reading a book, one your grandmother once bought you for Christmas some years back, one you’ve probably read more than 10 times already, one of which you almost knew every word before you even started the chapter.

‘’Hey! Y/n! Come join us!’’ You heard a voice coming from downstairs, underneath your balcony was the pool area, a relaxing area and bar. You hoovered over the edge of the balcony, meeting the faces of some drivers. George, Alex, Charles, even Carlos and Max were there.

‘’No thanks, not in the mood.’’ You replied, shooting them a nice but tired smile, feeling once again guilty for rejecting them. You then heard the doorbell, your thoughts being immediately interrupted the moment you heard a knock following the ringing. You quickly made your way towards the front door, looking through the hole to see Pierre standing there, along with Yuki. You opened the door, a frown on your face as you saw the basket Yuki was holding.

‘’Hey, we ehm, heard you weren’t feeling too well, so we got you something.’’ Yuki handed you the basket which was filled with some candles and a bar of chocolate. ‘’My girlfriend said chocolate helps with period pains.’’ He then whispered, making Pierre hit his arm lightly. It brought a small smile to your face, seeing the two of them bickering about what to say, and how to bring it. ‘’Carlos told us you weren’t really in your element today, so we thought maybe this would help, consider it a little less healthy get well soon basket.’’ Pierre chuckled, walking over to give you a hug.

Tears appeared in your eyes, so you quickly closed your eyes, preventing the tears from falling down your face. ‘’Thank you guys, really, it means a lot.’’

The next day, you were walking through the paddock with Seb and Mick, talking to them about this event that was happening. Just work related stuff really. However, Seb noticed you were acting differently, instead of the enthusiastic smile, you just looked down at your papers a little too often for his liking. So once he stood in front of the Aston Martin hospitality, he grabbed your arm, just to pull you in for a hug.

You were caught by surprise, but the hug felt good. You’ve always seen Seb as a father figure, an uncle on track, something you desperately needed, especially right now. ‘’It will be okay, yeah?’’ He didn’t know what happened, but he could sense something was off, and instead of pressuring you to tell him, he decided giving you comfort would be better. And it was, because that hug was the very thing you needed right now.

Later that day, after the second practice was over, you had a small talk with Seb back in the hotel, you trusted him, enough to talk about what happened a few weeks ago. He was very compassionate, taking time to talk to you, let you talk and out your emotions, something you hadn’t done in front of anyone since your grandmother passed away.

After your talk with Seb, your eyes were stained red, a little puffy and the tip of your nose was a light pink shade. You were making your way down to the floor you were positioned at, when you ran into Charles on the way to your room.

‘’y/n?’’ He asked, carefully. He heard from Carlos and Lando you were on your period, and he didn’t want to come across as annoying or rude. He learnt how to deal with periods ever since he and Charlotte had gotten into a relationship.

You were quick in wiping away your tears, knowing that hiding them wouldn’t be something that would fool the Monegasque. ‘’Charles, hey.’’ You mumbled, sniffling as you smiled at him.

‘’What… are you alright? Can I help you?’’ He carefully asked, a worried look on his face. You simply shrugged your shoulders. You already told Seb, so why not tell the rest as well. You trusted them, each one of them, they were your friends.

‘’You know.’’ Charles started, once you had finished talking about what happened those past couple of weeks. You were now seated in your room, on the couch. Charles had his arm wrapped around your shoulder, listening to everything you told him.

‘’I’m sorry for your loss, y/n, she seemed like an amazing woman, and I’m sure she’s very proud of you right now.’’ He said. ‘’Seven years ago, I lost Jules, and let me tell you, it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to overcome.’’

…

‘’And I’m not saying it will get easier, because there hasn’t gone a day by I haven’t thought about him, I’m still not over it, and I don’t think I’ll ever will.’’ He pulled you closer to him by bringing his arm further around your shoulder, pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

‘’But I always hang onto the thought they are here, the people we lost.’’ He pointed to his chest when he said ‘here’, the place his heart was. ‘’They are a part of our lives, and as tough as it may be to never be able to hear them talking to us again, know that they are still, every day, a part of our lives, the decisions we make, the things we achieve and the things we do, they are here, you’re not alone.’’

The talk with Charles was good, just like the conversation you had with Carlos when you bumped into him when Charles walked out, he was looking for Charles.

Quali day, one of the most important days of the weekend, the day the positions for the race on Sunday were decided. It was an alright quali, no big crashes, just two yellow flags due to an engine failure or two.

You were back in your hospitality, your mood a little better because of the talks you had with some of the drivers. Lewis had brought Roscoe, the dog of the paddock, the happy energy itself.

‘’Hey, Roscoe boy.’’ You kneeled down, laughing as the dog ran over to you, laying down and rolling over for you to rub his belly. ‘’Good boy.’’ You smiled, looking up to see Lewis kneeling down in front of you.

‘’He has always liked you.’’ He smiled, rubbing Roscoe’s head as you continued rubbing his belly. You smiled at the Brit before lowering your gaze to the dog again. ‘’I talked to Sebastien.’’ A sigh escaped your lips, your eyes meeting his when his comforting smile calmed you instantly. ‘’I’m sorry for your loss, y/n. Know that God is taking good care of your grandmother and I’m sure she is very very proud of you.’’ You nodded, smiling as you slowly got up, standing straight to receive the hug Lewis gave you.

‘’Thank you Lewis.’’

‘’Thank you, Max, Daniel, George, it means a lot.’’ You were holding the basket with your favourite drinks and food, a card as well. It had all the names of the drivers on it, as well as a nice little message from each driver. Tears welled up in your eyes as you started to read the first one. ‘’I’ll read them tonight, I don’t want to cry in front of you all.’’ You laughed weakly, placing the basket on the table in your hotel room after stepping forward, embracing all three of them in a tight and warm hug. It felt like home, the drivers being like your brothers, like your family, all of them.

The day after the race, most drivers were already home, getting ready for the next race on the calendar. You too were getting ready to go home, packing your suitcase, when you heard a knock on your door, again, it always became a ritual. You didn’t take a peek through the hole this time, assuming it was one of your co-workers.

However, when you opened the door, you were looking into the blue/green/grey-ish eyes from the McLaren driver, a small smile on your lips as you saw him holding something in his hands.

‘’Hey.’’

‘’I’m sorry for, well, multiple things, first of all for your loss, and for me being such an idiot to keep asking you what was wrong.’’ He says, scratching the back of his neck lightly.

‘’It’s okay, Lando, don’t worry, I should apologize too, for being such a bitch.’’ You smiled, stepping aside to let the brown haired guy in your room.

‘’No, no, don’t, here, I hope this will make you feel a little better.’’ He says, handing you the present, which was, how do you say this in a nice way? Not professionally packed. You started to rip the paper from the rectangular shaped gift, tears immediately appearing in your eyes, rolling down your cheeks as you took out the gift.

‘’Lando…’’ You whispered, not believing what you were seeing in front of you.

‘’It’s the least I could do, and I had some help.’’ He smiled weakly, pulling you in for a hug almost instantly. It was true, he and your brother were great friends, so after he did some texting and phone calls, he instantly knew what to give you.

He had bought a frame, a picture frame. He then made a nice collage from some of the pictures your brother had sent him, pictures from you and your grandma, moments you cherished for the rest of your life. He carefully put them in the picture frame, and packed it, as good as he could.

‘’Thank you, thank you so much, you have no idea what this means to me.’’ You whispered, tightening your grip onto his shirt, hugging him as if your life depended on it.

‘’She loves you, y/n. And I’m sure she’s looking down at you right now, the biggest smile on her face. Because she is so proud of the woman you have become, so proud.’’ He whispered.

Grief, one of the hardest things to do, especially when you’re doing it all alone. Grief isn’t something you should experience on your own. It’s okay to take your moments, evaluate things on your own, but you should never have to deal with losses without the help of others. Friends, family, it’s all so important, especially in moments like these. And you know one thing, one important thing the moment your grandmother let out her final breath. With that breath, she told you one of the most powerful things one can have.

I love you

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type: one shot pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 1.6k summary: just some fluff moments in your shared house requested: yes! “What if you make something with Charles were the reader is a musician and she plays the piano of their house and do videos posting them on her media and sometimes Charles tries aging with her or just doing silly things like on that Charlotte's video. And maybe be likes to go to recitals to cheer for her and she loves going to his races” (by anon) Requests are OPEN!!! warnings: dizziness, nothing much really, just loads of fluff. notes: I really enjoyed writing this, and this GIF, urgh, adorable.

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Something you and Charles had in common, aside from your love for each other, was your love for music, especially playing instruments yourself. You often found yourself playing the piano, humming along with the melody and occasionally singing a few songs as well. Your fingers dancing like ballerina’s over the piano keys, your feet pushing down the golden pedals at the bottom of the black piano you and Charles bought to put in your shared house.

Today was one of those days you didn’t really feel like going out at night, even though it was a Saturday evening, you rather just stayed at your apartment in Monaco, watching movies, or as you both preferred, series to binge watch so long it would be like watching two two-and-a-half-hour Harry Potter movies. Your bodies tangled up together, some snacks on the table in front of you, a glass of wine in your hands. Perfect.

Even though it was almost 11 pm, you weren’t tired, no, not at all, you were full of energy and motivation, so as soon as Charles had turned off the TV to head to the bathroom, you decided to sit down on the stool in front of your piano. Your fingers moved to lift up the black cover that was protecting the keys from any dust, and you intertwined your fingers, turning your hands to crack your knuckles. The phone was balancing on the top of the piano, leaning against the big teddy bear, the bear Charles got you for Valentines day a few years ago.

Your fingers flew over the keys, creating the most angelic sounds, soft, elegant, but so so pure. Charles loved hearing you play, because he knew you were in love with the music, the feeling it gave you whenever you learned a new song. Whenever he came home from work, he knew that smile on your face meant you had learned a new song the moment he saw you walking to the piano. And he was proud, really proud, because you were doing the one thing you loved, and that made him very happy.

You decided to record some of your piano sessions to post it on your social media, because you wanted to broaden your sphere of influence, it made people happy, and you wanted to grow as an individual behind the piano. You were in the middle of a piece when Charles appeared on the side of your screen, which you saw, because you were watching your screen whilst playing. He was doing pirouettes, his hands above his head as he turned, pretending to be a ballerina. You simply rose your left eyebrow, but continued playing, since you knew people would probably love this content as well, and because you knew it would be something the two of you would look back on and laugh about it.

After his performance as a ballerina, he got dizzy, having made probably a little too many turns, so the moment he stopped, he tried to walk into a straight line and failed, making him bump into his own trophy cabin and fall to the ground. You tried to continue playing, holding your laughter but after his groan and the words ‘’I think I am a little dizzy’’ you covered your mouth with your hands, turning around to face him, laughing loudly.

‘’You silly goose, oh my goodness.’’ You got up, shaking your head as you kneeled down next to him, giggling as you could see his eyes spinning. ‘’That’s what you get for trying to steal the show mister.’’ You smiled, brushing some of his hair away from his face.

He simply smirked, grabbing your cheeks and pressing his lips to yours, pulling you down on top of him. ‘’Ah, at least I got my kiss now, mon amour, so my plan worked.’’

‘’This was not your plan, love.’’

‘’Shut up.’’

And with that, he pressed his lips on yours, once more, keeping the distance between the two of you as minimal as possible.

You posted that video, of course you cut out some of the final bits, mostly the entire make out session you and your boyfriend had that evening on the floor of your apartment. You were not going to delete it, because you wanted to be authentic, especially on social media because you knew how fake some people could get.

The reactions and likes appeared rather quickly, but one particular comment caught your eye. The reason? It was Charles’ comment. He was at the factory, preparing for the next race in Barcelona, one of your favourite tracks because it meant your home GP, being from Spain yourself. However, you couldn’t help but laugh at his comment, liking it almost instantly, it was cheesy, probably, but it was cute, and the fans thought the same.

‘Heh, I fell for you ❤️’

Weeks later, many Netflix series, a few races, and some of your recitals later, you thought it was time to record another one of your videos. Charles came home from work and you walked towards him with a big smile painted on your face.

‘’Let me hear it, what did you learn babe?’’

You didn’t hesitate to run to the piano, lift up the black cover and let your eyes scan the white paper which was covered by black music notes. You started to play, focussed, but smiley. Charles listened to every single note you played, being the proudest boyfriend ever, and once you finished, he clapped his hands, making you get up and bow for him. He laughed, walked over to you and wrapped his strong arms around you to lift you up from the ground, your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you let your nails wander over his neck.

‘’That was amazing, mon amour, absolutely magnifique.’’ His warm breath hit your ears, making shivers run down your spine.

‘’Thank you baby, I wanted to record a video with that song.’’

‘’Alright, I’m going to take a shower so I won’t disturb you.’’

You pouted, cupping his face in between your hands. ‘’Who’s going to be my clumsy ballerina in the background now then?’’ You joked.

‘’You’ll have to survive without one, love.’’ He chuckled before pecking your lips and making his way towards the bathroom.

Your relationship with Charles had been perfect from the very first day, and you would not want to trade it for anything in the world. The way you supported each other, cheered for each other, but still both did your own things, it was something you and him both needed. You still remember the day you first walked into the paddock, being known as Charles Leclercs girlfriend. It was scary, at first, because you weren’t used to all the media attention or big crowds waiting for you at the end of the streets whenever you and your boyfriend walked through the city together. However, Charles made you relax, he always knew what to say, and when to say it, making it all so much easier.

You, on the other hand, also remembered the first time you were in the theatre, ready to play out of your skin, nervous, because it was your first performance as Charles’ girlfriend, and you knew people would look at you differently now, it was inevitable. However, after that show, your heart started to beat fast when you saw his smile from the back of the room. He had come, secretly, because he knew that if you had known he was coming to watch you perform, your stress levels would rise a lot more than needed.

After those days, you both were very clear to one another. You would try and come to every race, to support the love of your life with the thing he loved to do the most, and he would do the same, come to your shows as often as he could to support you whilst you were playing the most beautiful songs on the piano.

You had finished the video, and Charles had taken a seat next to you on the stool, behind the piano. ‘’Okay, and now you do this, see?’’ You pointed towards the white paper filled with the notes, and Charles nodded, placing his hands on the keys and pushing them down. You loved to play together, however, the songs you had been rehearsing were a little bit out of his league.

You started the video again, smiling as it went good for some seconds, Charles doing the lower pitched and easier version of the original song. ‘’Shit, that’s on me, sorry, it’s so hard!’’ He had made a mistake, making you giggle. ‘’I have an idea.’’ You smiled, getting up from the stool.

‘’Sit here.’’ You swapped positions, your hands resting on the piano keys once more. ‘’Okay, now, do the same as you did on the lower octave, but without the extra parts, alright?’’ You kissed his cheek and let him try a few times, it was easy, because he only had to touch the keys a few times during the song. However, he was also in charge of the pedals right now, because that was something he could actually do, and was quite good at as well.

You continued the video you were recording, because moments like these were the moments you did not want to lose. It went perfectly, the both of you hitting every note and playing with big smiles on your face, together.

You finished and hugged him, pressing your lips on his as your fingers rubbed his back gently. ‘’That was amazing! I’m proud of you, baby.’’ You smiled, feeling his lips against yours.

‘’And I am proud of you.’’

‘’You’re quite good at the pedals.’’

‘’Oh yeah, I know, pedals are my specialty.’’

You laughed.

‘’I love you, mon amour.’’ He whispered.

‘’Je t’aime aussi.’’

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