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The Unspoken Words

Lewis Hamilton X Reader

Genre: idk man

Warnings: suggestive(?), angst(?)

Word Count: 1.4K+

Author's Note: idk what to think of this. I think the idea in my head was better than the actual product. honestly I'm just gonna put this up for now, but if it doesn't get like 200 notes in the next three days, then imma delete it.

update; it got 200+ notes in three days, so I guess it's staying up

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The unspoken words of an almost relationship;

“Just to be clear, we’re…”

“Friends,” you said calmly, with an all too knowing smile.

Lewis smirked at you. “Hmm, you weren’t saying that last night,” he says before walking away. Lewis was many things, but above all he knew how to be discrete. A quality that you were ever so grateful for.

“Just stay for the night,”

“Just stay with me for a little longer tonight.” Lewis clings tightly to you, even if it’s only for a moment longer. One day, you won’t try to leave in the middle of the night, and Lewis hopes that day comes soon.

“We both know I shouldn’t do that.”

“No one will know,” Lewis says, as he pulls you closely to him in the bed. You can’t help but allow your eyes to close. Just for one more night, you’ll stay.

“No one has to know that you like being with me, I won’t tell anyone if that means you stay longer,” Lewis wants to say. He knows he’s getting attached; too attached.

“Congratulations on the podium,” you say, as you and him walk side by side towards the hotel elevators.

Lewis smirked, “Do you want to help me celebrate tonight?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you say as you begin to unbutton the blouse you were wearing.

“Lewis look at this,” you say, shoving your phone in his direction. At the worst timing ever you get a text notification from your partner back home.

“y/n,” Lewis says with a tone you can’t place.

“I’m sorry.”

You’re trying to say, “I’m sorry, that I fell in love with you when I’m already in a relationship with someone else. I’m sorry that I’m willing to hurt you to protect them.”

“I told you before, this is not something serious Lewis.”

“If I had met you first, If I had known you first, If you were here first, this wouldn’t be happening right now. I wish I waited for you, but now is too late,” you heart tries to free itself from your mind, but you refuse to allow it. Your mind keeps your heart locked away, to protect it from itself.

“Why can’t we change it to be serious?”

“Why can’t you let me love you? Let me love you out loud. Let me show you what it means to love and be loved. Let me be in love with you. Please.” Lewis wants nothing more than to love you, how you deserve to be loved. He would give anything in this moment to love you.

“I don’t want to fight anymore,” Lewis said, a few days after the initial fight.

“I will stop asking for more, If I can love you for a second more.” Lewis gives up on the possibility of something real. He gives up on loving you out loud. He lets go of something serious, if that means you will be with him for another second.

“It wasn’t a fight,” you offer him a smile, “it was a heated conversation”

“Thank you for not making me choose.”

“If that’s what you want to call it,” he says with a smile as well.

“It is what I want to call it.” It’s time to let him go, but you’re not ready.

“Let me pretend for a little longer, that this isn’t becoming serious.”

“Oh just like that,” you can’t help but moan out. You can hear Lewis scoff at you.

“I have to go,” you say to Lewis as he watches you pack your things. “Toto is sending me back to the factory.”

“For how long?”

“Just a couple weeks,” you smirk at Lewis, “I’ll be back.”

“I’m going to come back to you, because I’m not ready to let you go. I know it’s selfish for me to expect you to wait around for me. But that's what I want you to do. I want you to wait for me just a little longer. Wait for me just for a moment more. And then I’ll let you go.” It's about time you let Lewis go, you force him to stop loving you, but not right now. Not this exact moment. You want him to be yours for just one more second.

“Good.”

“I’m gonna extend my time at the factory,” you speak into the phone to Lewis.

“You said you were going to come back,”

“You told me you were going to be back, and I waited for you. I will wait for you; so long as you tell me you’re coming back. I will continue to wait for you, just tell you’re going to come back. That you’re going to come back to me. You tell me that, and I will wait. I will wait as long as it takes.” Lewis wants to wait, he wants to wait for you to come back to him.

“I am going to come back, just not as soon as I thought.”

“Wait for me, for a little longer. Please.”

“God, I missed you,” Lewis says, as he sees you waiting outside his hotel room. “When did you get here?”

“A few hours ago,” you say, revealing the luggage behind you.

“Let’s get inside,” Lewis opens the hotel room door for you.

“Oh this is perfect,” you praise.

“Just for you.”

“Everything I do is for you. I wait, I long, I live, I breathe for you. All I have done and will do, are for you. Because I love you. Because I am in love with you.” Lewis hopes that in another life he will get to say all the unspoken words of this moment to you.

“y/n, you’re getting a call,” Lewis calls to you, while you’re in the shower.

“Who is it?”

“It’s them.” He says it with the same tone that you can’t place.

“Why? Why do I do this to myself? Why do I continue to love you, when you don’t mind hurting me to protect them? How can you hurt me like this, again? How can you do this to me? Why do I let you do this to me?” Lewis knows that you aren’t willing to hurt them. He doesn’t understand why you continue to protect them. Maybe in another lifetime, you can hurt them to be with him.

“Oh,” you stop for a second, “just leave it. I’ll take care of it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” Lewis says, as the two of you sit across from each other in the hotel room, half-dressed.

“I love you, but I don’t love this. I don’t love the secrets. I don’t love the pain. I don’t love how you’re not mine. I don’t love that you can hurt me easily. I don’t love that you met me second. I don’t love this. I love you.” Lewis thinks that in another lifetime, he won’t have to say all the unspoken words to you. He wants some unspoken words to remain unspoken.

“I know,” you say truthfully, “you want something serious.”

“You deserve something serious, and I wish I could do that for you, but I can’t.”

“And you’re trying to get away from something serious.”

“You told me. You told me you didn’t want this to be serious. I knew what I was getting myself into.”

“It was fun though.”

“I loved every minute with you. I’m sorry for all the pain I caused you, but I would do it all again. I would put you through all the pain again, just to feel an ounce of your love. I’m being selfish again, but I love you too. In another life, find me first. Find me first, so that I can be with you first, so that this won’t ever happen again. In another life, let me meet you first.” In another life you want the unspoken words to remain unspoken, but you want to say all the unspoken feelings of this moment.

“If you change your mind about something serious, you can call me,” Lewis offers.

“Tell me to wait for you. Tell you’re going to come back to me. Tell me that, and I will wait. I will always wait for you, just tell me you’re going to come back to me. Just one more time, tell me you’re coming back and I will wait.” Lewis asks for you to give him hope. He wants you to give him hope that things can change.

“Don’t wait around for me, Lewis.”

“Now we’re just…” Lewis speaks up, when he sees you leaving the hotel.

“We’re just people that used to know each other,” you say, as the taxi to take you to the airport pulls up. “Goodbye Lewis.”

“Goodbye y/n.”

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Part IV

Charles Leclerc X Wolff!Reader

Genre: Toto Wolff's Daughter Au!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating

Word Count: 3.5K+

Author's Note: AHHHHH I think I'm done. well idk, if you guys want more, I could probably write one more. However I don't think anything will top the scene after Charles DNF in the Netherlands. I could literally talk about that scene for hours on end. I need to know what you guys think of that scene, because it's probably some of my best work ever. I hope you guys enjoy though. A lot of time and dedication went into this fic. Also this is in no way a reflection of these people in real life. This is not based on real life events. Nothing in this story is fact. This is a work of fiction, purely for entertainment purposes.

Part I, Part II, Part III

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“I cannot believe you,” Susie says after she hears the front door slam shut from you walking out. She slightly shakes her head, as she looks to the gods, praying for strength. The strength to not kill Toto at this moment.

“Me? You can’t believe me? I cannot believe our daughter, does she even think about how the rushed marriage will look to the public?”

“Toto,” Susie sighs, “you’ve gone too far.” She doesn’t know how she can get him to understand that you’re not a little girl anymore. “She’s chosen Charles, and you have to accept that already.”

“But she could do so much better…”

“She doesn’t want better,” Susie raises her voice in disbelief. “Toto, she doesn’t want anyone else, she wants Charles. That’s it, that’s the end of the discussion.” Susie doesn’t know what more to say on the matter.

“He’s going to hurt her…”

“Toto, that is enough, just because you had an affair that ended your marriage, does not mean Charles is going to do the same! Why can’t you see that?” Susie doesn’t like that she brought up Toto’s affair but it must be said. “Pack your stuff, you’re leaving for the Netherlands first thing in the morning.”

“I don’t have to be there for a few more days…”

“Well, then fucking go to the factory Toto!” Susie can’t handle it anymore, as she stands from the table, “I don’t want to see you, until you apologize to our daughter. Hopefully before her wedding, so help me God.”

Charles had left, around the same time that you had earlier that night to attend a work dinner. He returned home after you and when he did, he found you on the bedroom floor surrounded by all the legal paperwork for the wedding. He could see your eyes were red from crying, and he knew that it wasn’t from happy tears. You were holding a white out pen and the paperwork to change your name stood out among the bunch.

“Ma cherie…”

“Hi,” you greet Charles with a weak tone, you couldn’t even look at him properly.

“What happened?” Charles moves the papers out of the way to take a seat next to, pulling your face to look at him. He can see more tears roll down your cheeks.

“Daddy asked if I was pregnant…”

Charles' brows are furrowed together at your statement, “Why would he think that?”

“Because…” you smile a sarcastic smile, “the only people who get married this fast are people who are knocked up.” You cry, and laugh at the same time as you recall the evening to Charles. You take a moment before you pull away from Charles, wiping away your tears. “I don’t want anything more to do with my father.” You grab the paper for the name change off the floor, and prepare the white out pen.

Charles places his hand on yours stopping you from continuing, “maybe you should wait.” Charles’ watches you carefully, he doesn’t want to say the wrong word, “just sleep on it for now.”

You look up at Charles, and you can see his worry for you. He doesn’t want you to make any decisions that you will regret later on. You stare back at the name you have written across the paper, Wolff-Leclerc.

The next morning you and Charles set out to drive to the Netherlands. The drive surprisingly doesn’t take as long as you anticipate, time travels fast with Charles. However when you do arrive at the hotel, you realize how much the drive took out of you. The two of you pass out, practically right away, and you don’t wake up until the next morning. By that time, you guys have to be at the paddock.

You make it a point to showcase that you and Charles are together. You arrive at the paddock with Charles, dressed in Ferrari red. Part of you does this to spite your father, the other part of you does this because you want Charles to know you pick him over everything else. While Charles is in the driver’s briefing with the FIA, you make a stop at the Mercedes motorhome.

The motorhome is mostly empty, the majority of the team being in the garage at this moment. However you knew your father would be in his office right now. He scheduled all his online meetings with the factory at this time, because the motorhome was quiet. When you make it to his door, you don’t hesitate to knock.

“Come in,” he says, right away. You walk in and hand him the letter in your hand. You don’t say a word to him, you’re trying to make this as clean cut as possible. He takes the letter from you, “what is this?” He asks as he begins to open it up.

“My resignation letter, effective immediately.”

“You’re resigning, what are you planning on doing with your life?”

“I’m going to let Charles take care of me,” you lied to your father. You tell him this, purely out of spite. He always raised you to be able to take care of yourself. His biggest thing was he never wanted you to rely on someone else. So you tell him this, just so he can suffer. You don’t stay to see his reaction, or hear anything more he has to say. You eventually go on to spend the rest of the weekend avoiding him.

You spend Sunday watching the race in the Ferrari garage. The beginning of the race was chaotic to say the least. You knew Charles was making his own calls, when the pit crew is yelling at each other, and no one seems to know what is going on. You see Fred look at you, like you have an idea of what’s going on. You’re too amazed that Fred can see this far back into the Ferrari garage, to even give a reaction to his stare.

As you continue to watch the race, you know Mercedes messed up the strategy. Especially when George had a good qualifying. Then you noticed that Charles couldn’t keep up with the Haas, and you concluded that there must be a problem with his car. When Ferrari does decide to retire him, you see him come out of his car. You can tell by the look on his face that he’s not happy in the slightest. He ignores you as he makes his weigh-in and goes straight to the media pen. You look at Andrea, and you see him shake his head.

You head to Charles' driver's room, knowing he would go straight there after the media pen. It doesn’t take much longer, as you hear Charles’ heavy footsteps. When he enters the room, he doesn’t say anything. He shuts the door, and takes a deep breath. Then he launches the water bottle he was holding across the room, the cap comes loose as it hits the wall, water splattering everywhere.

He takes another deep breath, before saying, “sorry.” Charles runs his hands over his face, he paces the room as he talks, “I know I fucked up the pit-stop, I didn’t give them enough time to grab the tires, before I came in.” He doesn’t look at you as he talks, “that was my fault, I know that, but for fuck’s sake, they left me out there to get overtaken by Hulkenburg in a fucking Haas.” Charles sighs, his shoulders drop, he doesn’t look like himself. He takes a heavy breath, now looking at you and he says, “I’m tired y/n.” Charles sits on the floor, instead of on the bench next to you. He sits by your feet, leaning against your legs, resting his head in your lap. He reaches up to hold your hand, and he repeats, “I’m tired.” His head feels heavy in your lap, you place your hand on his head, playing with the ends of his hair, while your other hand continues to hold his. He looks straight on at the wall.

“Just rest Charles,” you say, you’re not sure how you can comfort him at this moment. “You can rest now.”

“Can I really?” He asks, as he looks up at you. You can see how the season has weighed him down. You slowly nod your head at him, and he closes his eyes. You know that he doesn’t actually fall asleep, but the two of you stay like that for the rest of the race. You stay right there, in that same position, for Charles, for until he’s ready to move.

When the race ends, Charles finally moves, he changes out of his race suit. He heard Pierre got promoted to P3, and insisted on staying to see the podium. You see him put on a smile for his best friend. You watch them make plans to celebrate Pierre’s podium after Monza, during the weekend they have off. You watch Charles pretend he isn’t tired for his friend’s sake. And you feel your love for him grow. You love that he can be vulnerable with you, and you love that he will always be proud of those he loves accomplishments.

As soon as the Dutch grand prix was over, you and Charles hopped on a flight to Milan. The Italian grand prix was a home grand prix for Ferrari, so there were events all week long. Charles’ schedule was packed through and through. You don’t bother him with the wedding stuff, you allow him to focus on Ferrari this week.

Susie comes out to Monza, and she helps you plan for the wedding. Although it’s a small event, she insists on getting you a dress, maybe not your dream dress, but a nice dress nonetheless. Charles is at the Ferrari Ray-ban event, while you and Susie are going through Milan, looking at several dress shops.

You are in one particular shop, trying to pull a few dresses to try on, when you look at Susie and say, “thank you coming Mamma.”

Susie can see as tears line your eyes, she knows that you and your father being at a cross like this hurts you. “Of course sweetheart, I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

“I wish Daddy felt the same,” you say somberly, “has he said anything to you after that night.”

Susie turns to look back at the dresses, “I-” She pauses for a second, “I haven’t seen your father since that night.”

“What do you mean, you haven’t seen daddy since that night?”

Susie sighs, “I told him that I didn’t want to see him until he apologized to you, so I haven’t see him.”

You can’t help but let out a cackle of a laugh. You slap your hand over your mouth, catching yourself, as Susie looks at you wide-eyed. “I’m sorry,” you say, as you begin to giggle some more, “I’m sorry, but that-” You can’t contain your laughter at this point. You know part of you is laughing to stop yourself from crying, but it feels so good to laugh. And oh do you laugh, “that is too funny, you kicked daddy out of the house?”

“Well,” Susie can’t help but to laugh at your reaction, “I had to sweetheart.” She looks at you fondly, pushing your hair behind your ear, and you stop laughing. “You didn’t deserve that from him,” she says seriously.

You feel a few tears fall, “thank you Mamma.”

Susie shakes her head, “now enough talk of your father, let’s focus on you sweetheart.” She smiles at you, and you nod your head. You try to push all thoughts of your father from your mind, focusing on the task at hand. You and Susie spend the rest of the day shopping.

Being in Italy does good for Charles, you can see it clearly on Saturday. He qualifies in P3, but it makes him happy. The fans make him happy. And even though he didn’t really rest, he isn’t tired. You watch him fondly from the Ferrari garage as he does the post qualifying interviews. After he wraps up on Saturday, the two of you are walking back to his car to head back to the hotel. You can feel the bounce in his step, how light he feels.

“I love you,” you say, as you look at Charles, as the two of you walk. He stops, and looks at you. His eyes full of love, as he displays a fond smile. You take all of him in at this moment. You can’t help yourself from falling deeper in love with him. You’ll never love someone like you love him.

“I love you too,” he says. To anyone else it’s the same ‘I love you’s you said to each other over and over again, but to you, it’s so much more.

It was another Sunday, another Grand Prix, and your second time watching from the Ferrari garage. Although there is nothing technically different from the Mercedes garage, it all felt different. Being at Mercedes it felt like a business, it felt like work. Mercedes was cold, it was calm, it was like a normal nine to five workplace. While being at Ferrari it feels like passion. You feel the desperation to be great like they once were. You understand why Charles remains so loyal. Being there, in the garage it makes you cheer for Ferrari. You see them trying, you feel their need to win, and you want them to be great. It only took two races, but you’re definitely a Ferrari fan.

As you watched the race, you felt yourself constantly holding your breath. Carlos was brilliant defending against Max, Checo and even Charles. He drove to the absolute limit and you were amazed that he held onto the lead for as long as he did. Charles drove the wheels off his car. Going for ridiculous moves, and pushing it to the absolute limit every chance he got. Although you must say, you felt like you were going to have a heart attack watching the last five laps. Yet, when you saw the smile on Charles’ face after the race, you think your almost heart attack was worth it.

Watching them race makes you miss it even more. Watching them push the car to the limit, to the extreme and hold it all together to bring it home, makes you itch to have that feeling under you. When Charles makes his way back into the garage, after all of his requirements, he doesn’t waste any time in finding you. He pulls and holds you close. You let him, sweaty and all. You can’t help but to just smile stupidly at him. Seeing him this happy, makes you happy.

“I know,” he smiles and drops his head bashfully, “I shouldn’t be this happy about P4, but I had fun.”

“I think you should be proud,” you say, making him look at you, “proud that you gave it your all, and you could give it your all.”

Charles doesn’t need to say another word, as he pulls you in for a kiss.

Toto was trying to meet Fred to discuss some things, when he sees yours and Charles' interaction within the Ferrari garage. He witnesses the private moment, away from the crowds, from the cameras, from everyone else. He sees you being deeply in love with Charles. Toto has been watching you all weekend long, and last weekend too. He knows now how much you love Charles. He sees it now. Toto can finally see what everyone else saw.

“Charles,” Fred calls from across the garage, as he beckons for Charles. You let him go, as he catches up with Fred. At this time you notice your father standing there watching you.

“Darling,” Toto calls out to you, as he steps closer.

“Hi,” you say.

Toto doesn’t know what to say, he doesn’t know how to make this better, how to fix this. He knows he messed this all up. He knows it’s his fault. He just doesn’t know where to start, when really there’s only one place to start. “I’m sorry.”

You’re taken aback by your father’s apology. You never expected him to actually apologize. You thought that eventually you’d feel guilty enough to make up with your father.

“I’m sorry, y/n.” Toto repeats again, “I should have never suggested you were pregnant and that’s why you guys were getting married. I know now that you really love this boy, and that he really loves you.”

You smile, as you feel a few tears line your eyes. This time you are certain they’re happy tears. “Thank you daddy,” you say, as you hug your father. And just like all the times when you were a little girl, your father has made all your problems go away.

“Now,” Toto starts off, and he pulls back from you, “may I please come to your wedding, if it is still this Tuesday?”

“I hope you do come,” you say genuinely.

Just outside of the Ferrari garage, Charles and Fred watch you and Toto. Fred shakes his head at your father for being so stubborn. While Charles just smiles fondly, because now he sees you genuinely happy.

After all the festivities, you remembered the news that you had to tell Charles. Charles had just walked out of the bathroom, freshly out of the shower. Towel in his hand drying his hair. He sits on the edge of the bed, while you come up behind him, wrapping your arms around him. Pressing your cheek against his shoulder blade.

“I have something to tell you,” you say softly to Charles.

“What is ma cherie?” Although you don’t see it, you can hear him smiling.

“I got a call from Zac Brown,” you say. Charles doesn’t need to hear more as he turns around to look at you excitedly. “Apparently, someone has been constantly raving about me to his drivers,” you say knowing exactly who has been raving about you to Lando and Oscar. “And his drivers keep telling him about it.” You laugh as you see how excited Charles is to hear your news. “Zac asked if I wouldn’t mind doing some simulator for Mclaren.”

“Oh this is great news,” Charles says as he pulls you into a kiss.

“I know it’s not really back to racing…”

“But it’s a start.”

“Yeah,” you smile, “It’s a start.”

“I’m so happy for you,” Charles says, as he kisses you again. You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him down. Charles falls against you, planting more kisses over your face.

“Thank you Charles.”

Charles pulls away to look at you, “no need to thank me, I love to brag about my fiancée.”

Today was finally the day. Although it wasn’t a big or traditional wedding, there were certain things that your parents and Charles’ mom insisted you guys do. Like how it was bad luck to see each other before the actual wedding. So you were getting ready in your hotel room, while Charles and his brothers all got ready in another room.

You tried to tell your parents that this wasn’t going to be a big event, that you would make it up to them and plan an actual wedding, however that all fell on deaf ears. They fussed and doted on you all morning before going to the courthouse. You look into the vanity mirror and behind you, you can see Susie and Toto. In between fussing over you, they make up. Your father apologizes and he makes amends. Your mamma forgives and she loves continually. The pieces of your family begin to slide back into place.

As you make your way to the courthouse, Toto insists on walking you in. You smile, allowing your father. You wrap your arm around his, in front of you is Susie and Jack walks in first. Just behind the door, there stands Charles. His brothers by his side, all dressed in matching casual suits. His mother stands just off to the side of them. You don’t know why but the sight has tears falling from your eyes, happy tears.

“Ma cherie,” Charles exclaims as he sees you crying. He comes up to you wiping away your tears with a smile, “no more crying already.”

You giggle, you know a lot of tears have been shed these past few weeks. “It’s happy tears, I promise.”

Charles smiles at you. At this moment, Toto unwraps your arm from his, and gives your hand to Charles. He takes your hand, and both you and him look at Toto. You know what this moment signifies, nothing more needs to be said.

One thing about courthouse weddings, they are very efficient. The officiant says what he needs to, you and Charles both say your ‘I do’s, kiss, and they announce you married. “I now present the two of you married, as Mr. and Mrs. Leclerc.” The officiant looks back down at his paper, “or I should say Mr. Leclerc and Mrs. Wolff-Leclerc.” Your family and Charles’ family cheers at the announcement.

While you and Charles took pictures down by the lake, your families watched on. During the picture of you with your parents, did Toto whisper to you, “thank you.”

“For what daddy?” you question, looking up at your father innocently.

“For being proud to be a Wolff.”

“I am your daughter,” you say, as you look back at the camera and smile.

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Part III

Charles Leclerc X Wolff!Reader

Genre: Toto Wolff's Daughter Au!

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 4K+

Author's Note: this is turning out way longer than it was suppose to be. I never thought this was going to take this many parts. I'm so sorry for putting you guys through this. This is intense man, like damn. Idek if she's going to be able to fix her relationship with her parents after this. Like damn. I'm just going to apologize now for whatever emotional damage this causes. Also I don't think Toto is like this is real life. This is strictly for the sake of entertainment. This is in no way based on real life.

Part I, Part II

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Charles wants to ensure that this proposal is absolutely perfect for you. He wants you to have the fairytale you’ve always wanted. Joris is absolutely sick of hearing about this proposal already. Everything from the ring, to where he was going to propose, to how he was going to do. Charles has created a very well crafted, detailed plan about this proposal.

Charles is going to take you out on his boat, just before sunset. He hired a private chef, to cook the two of you a romantic dinner, that will be held privately. Then just after dinner, Charles would bring you around to the deck of the boat, where the two of you can stargaze before he pops the question. And Joris will be hiding out on the boat, that way when Charles proposes, he can get all the pictures. And then if you say yes, there will be an engagement party awaiting you and Charles.

“Charles, I told you we got this,” Joris repeats for the thousandth time, as Charles repeats the steps to the plan again. Lorenzo chuckles as he watches his brother pace back and forth.

“Are you sure you want to propose?” Arthur asks, as he exchanges a side eye with Joris, “I mean if you’re this nervous then maybe you don’t actually wanna get married. You guys haven’t been together that long.”

Charles finally takes a seat, he looks around the table to Lorenzo, Arthur, and Joris. “I just want it to be perfect for y/n,” he sighs, running his hands over his face, “I want to spend the rest of my life making things perfect for her.” Charles wears a stupidly lovesick smile on his face as he thinks of you. It makes Joris and Arthur sick to see how in love Charles is.

“Alright, alright,” Arthus says.

“We got this, stop worrying so much,” Joris says, as he stands up patting Arthur’s arm to tell him to go. “We’ll go make sure everything is prepared,” Joris says, as he and Arthur take their leave. Charles nods to what Joris said.

Lorenzo stays seated, he takes a moment to watch Charles. Lorenzo can see how the stress has ingrained itself into Charles. He sees how the anxiety is weaved into Charles. And still Lorenzo can see the love that is painted into Charles’ eyes. “What’s on in your mind brother?” Lorenzo asks, wanting to pry Charles' worries from his hands.

Charles sighs once again, “did you invite her parents?” Charles lays his worries out for Lorenzo to see.

“I did,” Lorenzo answers.

Charles looks to Lorenzo, “it’s my fault she’s at a cross with her parents.”

Lorenzo closes his eyes after hearing Charles’ statement. Charles is kind-hearted, well mannered, responsible, hard-working, dedicated, and so much more. However, Charles is also stubborn, hot-tempered, and he can be thoughtless at times. “I told you,” Lorenzo starts off, pointing at Charles, “I told you not to mess with her, not to get involved with Toto’s daughter, did you listen?”

Charles sighs, he knows Lorenzo warned him beforehand. “No, I did not.”

“No, you did not,” Lorenzo repeats to Charles, “it’s too late to be blaming yourself about what happened, it happened already. There’s no going back,” Lorenzo takes a breath, he runs his hand through his hair, wanting to pull some out because of Charles. “Let me ask you brother, do you love this girl?”

“I do, more than I love racing,” Charles answers.

“Then forget everything else already,” Lorenzo says, truthfully. Another thing about Charles, is that there isn’t much that he loves more than racing. “If you love her as much as you say you do, forget about her parents, forget about everything that has happened. You marry her, you love her, and you spend the rest of your life making things perfect for her.” Lorenzo knows that there’s no stopping you and Charles from being together. From the moment he saw the two of you interact with each other, he knew this was bound to happen. Lorenzo hasn’t seen anyone that could match Charles better than you can. “Because like mama has told us, you never get a love like this twice.”

Charles smirks at Lorenzo’s words. Charles remembers his mother’s stories about her relationship with their father. He remembers her talking so deeply about the love they shared. How it was a once in a lifetime type of love. How it was a love that was dipped in gold. How it was a love that was enough for more than a thousand lifetimes. “Thank you,” Charles tells Lorenzo.

Lorenzo nods at Charles’ gratitude, before standing and saying, “we’ll see you tonight, and please brother, let her dress you.” Charles laughs at Lorenzo's joke, as he watches Lorenzo leave.

“Charles, you want me to wear the white dress?” you question again, as you stood in the bathroom fixing your hair for tonight. “Where are we going tonight?”

“We’re just going out on the boat,” Charles says, as he walks into the bathroom as he’s fixing his sleeves.

“Why the white dress then?”

“Because I'm wearing white ma cherie, I want us to match,” Charles smirks, planting a kiss on your cheek, as grabs the bottle of cologne on the counter and walks back out.

You move away from the bathroom mirror, leaning on the door frame, watching Charles as he moves about the bedroom. You could notice the light shine on his forehead, he was so clearly nervous about something. You try to rack your mind with all the important dates. It wasn’t any type of anniversary, you could remember. It most definitely wasn’t Charles’ birthday, and you know it wasn’t your birthday. It couldn’t be Arthur’s or Lorenzo’s birthday. A tiny voice in the back of your mind wonders if he was gonna propose. But you told that little voice to be quiet, because there was no way he was going to propose.

You and Charles had been going out for less than a year. Nothing about the relationship was really conventional. You guys haven’t even officially been living together. It doesn’t seem like the proper time in a relationship to propose. But you do wonder, if he’s gonna do it. You smile to yourself, thinking about what it would be like to be Mrs. Leclerc.

You grab the mini white sundress that Charles is so insistent on you wearing tonight. You change out of the comfort clothes you’ve been wearing. When you emerge again from the bathroom, newly changed into the dress, you catch Charles staring at you. “I’m ready,” you say as you look up to meet Charles’ eyes.

You don’t miss the small flush on his cheeks, “wow,” he mumbles under his breath. “You look…” Charles tries to think of a compliment that perfectly encapsulates how breath-taking you are. “Damn,” Charles says instead.

You giggle at his choice, “I look damn?”

“No,” Charles quickly says, shaking his head, “words to describe how beautiful you look tonight, haven’t even been invented yet.”

You giggle again at Charles’ cheesiness, “well I guess that’s a compliment.” Charles smiles at you, planting a kiss on your lips.

“Shall we go?” Charles asks, as he pulls you out of the bedroom.

“Yes we shall.”

Charles brought you around to the deck, when you guys finished up dinner. The stars up above were shining bright. There was a blanket and pillows set up on the deck for you and Charles to sit and stargaze. “Dinner was lovely,” you say, as you take a seat next to Charles on the blanket. “How did you find this private chef?” You looked over curiously at Charles.

You could see the faint red creep up his cheeks, “honestly?”

“Honestly,” you say as you begin to giggle wondering where this private chef Charles hired, came from.

“He’s one of the team chefs,” Charles laughs out loud.

You can’t help but laugh along as well. “You hired your team’s chef for our date tonight?”

“He makes great food and I didn’t know who else could do a private dinner,” Charles says very bashfully.

“You’re lucky, you’re so cute,” you say with a smirk going to kiss Charles. He pulls you in closer, as the two of you look out into the night sky. “Tonight was perfect, Charles.” There’s a pause before you continue. “Thank you for tonight.”

Charles can feel his heart banging against his chest. Your ring feels heavy in his pocket. His breathing sounds louder than ever. However he doesn’t feel an ounce of worry. Having you staring at him, with love swirling deep in your eyes, it makes him feel calm. You make him feel calm. He enjoys this feeling of calmness when he’s with you. So much so that when he pulls you to your feet to stand with him, he isn’t worried about what’s going to happen next.

Charles pulls you up, so the two of you are standing on the deck. Nothing but the vastly beautiful night skin surrounding the two of you. “I love you, y/n Wolff. I am madly, deeply, whole-heartedly in love with you.” Charles says as he pulls a box from his pocket, “I know we haven’t been together for long, but I’m never going to stop being in love with you. I want to spend the rest of my life loving you and only you.” He gets down onto one knee, “will you marry me, y/n?”

You’re nodding your head before Charles can even open the box to show you the ring. “Yes, yes, yes,” you say repeatedly, holding out your hand for your ring. Charles just smiles at you, as he slips the ring on your finger. You don’t think you even spare the ring a second glance as you focus on pulling Charles in for a kiss. He stands, pulling you closer by the hips as your hands hold his face. When you finally pull away, Charles can see the tears that line your eyes, and you repeat once more, “yes.”

After Charles finally asked the question, and you said yes, did Joris come out of hiding, snapping all the photos of the intimate moment. Charles brought you back to the land and there awaiting was yours and Charles’ closest family and friends. All congratulating you on the engagement. To you this was the perfect way to end the night, celebrating with people you held near and dear to your heart.

As you and Charles made your way through the party, making sure to stop and talking to everyone that came. Towards the end, did you see your parents, patiently awaiting their turn with you and Charles. As you see them, a part of you wants to pretend you didn’t see them, you want to turn around and find someone else to talk to. But Charles doesn’t allow that, he plasters a kind smile on his face for your parents as he waves to them. He holds your hand tightly, pulling you towards them.

“Thank you for coming,” Charles speaks up first, as you stand in front of them.

“Of course, we couldn’t miss such a special moment,” Susie says, not taking her eyes off of you. “Congratulations sweetheart.”

“Thank you Mamma,” you say, as you feel the tears line your eyes again. Susie sticks out her arms for a hug and you welcome her hug. “Thank you for coming,” you say whole-heartedly with a full smile. Your heart begins to feel at ease.

“Congratulations Darling,” Toto says, pulling you from Susie for his own hug.

“Thank you daddy,” you say as a few stray tears fall from your eyes.

Charles watches the sweet moment exchanged between you and your parents. He knows that this is what you needed.

Nevertheless, news travels fast in Monaco. It only took two days before photos of yours and Charles’ engagement was leaked to the media. Articles were published, social media posts were made, the formula one podcast were covering it. Everything had one thing in common though. It was said ‘Charles Leclerc is engaged to Toto Wolff’s daughter.’

You don’t know why but it rubbed you the wrong way. You have always been known as Toto Wolff’s daughter, and it never bothered you before. It never used to bother you when people referred to you as the little wolf, or as the mini Toto. You used to love being known as Toto’s daughter. However, at this moment, it wasn’t the same.

You didn’t read all the articles, as most of them were just copies of each other. You did scroll through one just to see what people were saying, and you noticed that it took them three paragraphs before even mentioning your own name. Then, even after mentioning your name in the article, they still referred to you as Toto Wolff’s daughter. Your name never made the headlines, your face didn’t even make the cover photo. You don’t know what it was, but this time, it didn’t feel good being known as Toto Wolff’s daughter.

“Charles,” you spoke up, leaning on the doorframe of the bedroom, looking at Charles laying on the bed, “let's get married.”

“Ma cherie,” Charles said pointing at your left hand, “that ring means we are getting married.” Charles chuckles as he sits up in the bed.

You smile, looking at the ring on your finger. “I know, but I mean let's get married now,” you say, looking up at Charles, “like before the season ends, let's get married.”

“Are you sure?” Charles looks at you with worry.

“I mean we can have a big wedding, with all the bells and whistles later on, but I wanna be married now. I wanna be Mrs.Leclerc before the year ends.” You smile as you speak, thinking that will be a good enough reason for Charles.

Charles smiles at you, he can see through your charade but he’s willing to give into you. “If that’s what you want, we will do that,” he comes up to you, kissing you on the forehead. “I have to ask what brought this on?” Charles looks at you closely, and you know that your false reasons aren’t enough for him.

You hang your head a little knowing that the reason behind the need to get married right away, is a little foolish. “I am known as Toto Wolff’s daughter. Did you know it took an article three paragraphs to even mention what my name was?” You sigh, even as you say it aloud it sounds stupid.

“Would you rather be known as Charles Leclerc’s wife?” Charles knows that trading the Toto Wolff’s daughter title for the Charles Leclerc’s wife title, isn’t going to satisfy you.

“It would be a title I want, rather than a title that I'm stuck with.” you try to reason, you don’t know if you’re helping or hurting your case.

“y/n,” Charles gives you a look. You don’t like it when Charles knows you better than you know yourself, “we both know you don’t want to be known as Charles Leclerc’s wife. You gotta make a name for yourself baby, maybe as a driver.” Charles raises his eyebrows at you, looking hopeful.

“It’s been five years,” you say, looking nervously at Charles. There isn’t a day that goes by that you haven’t thought about racing again, but five years is a long break for anyone.

“The numbers you put up on my simulator are enough to suggest you still got it,” Charles says as he walks past you, out of the bedroom to leave you with your thoughts.

You think for a second, “I still want to get married before the season ends,” you shout for Charles to hear you.

“We can do that too ma cherie,” Charles shouts back, causing you to smile. You do think about his suggestion of going back to racing though. You can’t stop thinking about it.

“Charles,” you spoke first, walking to the living room, with a stack of papers. Charles sat up to pay attention to you. “I meant it when I said I wanted to be married before the season ends.”

Charles slowly nods his head, “okay.”

“Let’s do it after Monza, right after Monza. Your brothers are going to be in Monza for the grand prix, so will my parents. Lake Como is a couple hours away. We can go to a courthouse and then the lake for pictures. What do you think?”

“Ma cherie, if that’s what you want, we can do that.” Charles smiles softly at you, he is willing to give you whatever you want. “What are those papers?”

“Marriage license, that we need to fill out a file to get married,” you smile excitedly at Charles while he chuckles. He could tell you were excited to get married.

“Okay,” he says with a smile, as you hand him a pen. The two of you spend the rest of the evening filling out all the official paperwork to get married. The two of you decide to go to the courthouse the Tuesday after the grand prix. Charles makes sure to call his mom and his brothers about the event. He tells you that Pierre and Carlos are going to insist on coming as well.

You tell him that’s fine, you don’t mind a few extra guests, as long as it’s not the entire grid. You know you’re going to have to invite the entire grid when you make the actual big wedding.

“Are you packing for the Netherlands?” you questioned as you made your way into the bedroom. Charles' clothes were laid out on the bed to be packed.

“Yeah, my ear is still bothering me, I think I’m going to have to drive it.”

“Oh no, a driver has to drive to his race,” you say overly sarcastically to Charles. He shakes his head at you with a bit of a smile.

“Are you flying with your father?”

“I was thinking of going with you,” you say, as you sit on the bed, watching Charles fold his clothes.

Charles looks up at you with a smile, “I would love for you to come with me ma cherie,” he says as he leans down to give you a kiss. “We leave tomorrow though, better get to packing.”

“Yes sir,” you say sarcastically with a little salute. Charles raises a brow at you, causing you to start blushing madly. “I’ll pack.”

“y/n,” Charles calls out, stopping you in your tracks, “did you tell your parents about the wedding?’

“I will, tonight. After I pack.”

After you packed your bags for the Netherlands and for Monza, you headed to your parents house for dinner. You felt extremely nervous about telling your parents about the wedding. In your gut you felt like telling them would be a mistake. You couldn’t figure out why, as they seemed to be more accepting of your relationship with Charles at the engagement party. Your father even congratulated you.

You knew that this isn’t going to be the wedding they originally anticipated. You know they are going to want a reason for the sudden rush to be married. You don’t know if you want to tell them your reason though. Your father would probably take offense to your aversion to being known as Toto Wolff’s daughter.

When you walk into the house you can smell your Mamma’s cooking. She didn’t cook often, considering that her and your father were constantly traveling for work. That when she did cook it was a special occasion. You loved your Mamma’s cooking, something about it tasted extra special. Almost like you could tell she was cooking with love.

“Hi sweetheart,” Mamma greeted you as you made yourself visible in the kitchen.

“Hi,” you greeted back with a big smile.

“Dinner is just about ready, get your father from his office please,”

“Of course Mamma,” you say as you make your way to the office. You knock first, before slowly pushing the door open. You see your father sitting at his desk typing away, “Mamma said dinner is almost done.”

Your father smiles when he hears your voice, he finishes his typing, shutting his laptop before standing, “lets eat.”

Dinner is filled with many laughs and stories. It feels like nothing has changed. You know things have changed, you know that it's different now. But you like that this place still offers you the feeling of home. You may not have forgiven them but you are accepting that they were just trying their best. This is their first time in life too.

As you begin to wrap up dinner, you know it’s time to tell them. “I have some news to tell you guys.”

“Good news?” Your mamma questions as she places the last of the dishes in the sink to be washed, before walking back towards the table.

“I think it’s good news,” you say.

“What is it darling?” Your father questions as he sits up in his seat.

“Me and Charles are getting married.”

Your Mamma chuckles a bit, “sweetheart, we know that, we were at the party.”

“No, I mean we’re getting married soon. Like in two weeks.”

“Two weeks?” your father questions, looking seriously at you.

“That’s really soon,” your Mamma says.

“Why are you rushing?” Your father questions.

“I want to be married before the season ends, I just want to be married.”

“That’s not a reason y/n.” Your father looks at you with a scorn. He makes it clear that he’s not liking this.

“I love Charles, daddy. I don’t want to wait to spend the rest of my life with him,” you try to come up with a good enough reason on the spot. Something that won’t hurt your father’s feelings.

“Are you pregnant?” Your father questions, his disdain being clear.

“Excuse me? No daddy, of course not.”

“That’s the only reason to rush into a marriage like this.”

“Toto,” your Mamma says, “I don’t think that’s fair.”

“That’s the only reason people rush into a marriage is when they’re knocked up.” You can’t believe your father’s words. “It’s probably why he proposed, because he knew. So how far along are you?”

“Daddy i’m not pregnant,” you didn’t know what else to say, as you shook your head, denying your father’s accusations.

“I told you Susie, he was no good for her.” Your father doesn’t stop, he continues on with “I should have never brought you to the paddock. I should have never allowed you to be around that boy.”

“Daddy please,” you begin to cry, you don’t know how the night took such a sour turn.

“Toto, I think that’s enough,” your mamma tries to stop your father.

“How far along are you, we can go see a doctor and make it like this never happened.”

Too far. Your father went too far with that last statement. Susie knows he went too far as well. She can see it in your face there was no saving it now. “I’m not pregnant,” you say with much disgust. “I wanted to get married so soon because I hate being known as your daughter. I much rather be known as Charles' wife than as your daughter.”

The way you say it hurts Susie’s heart. It almost feels like you’re saying you hated being their daughter. She knows you have every right to be angry. It doesn’t mean that your words hurt any less. She knows that this is hers and Toto’s fault. She just wishes Toto would stop digging their own graves.

You stand to take your leave, you don’t want to be here anymore. You don’t even know if you want them at the wedding anymore. “Even if I was pregnant daddy, I would never get rid of it.” You wipe away any of the remaining tears, “you’ve made it clear how you feel about this, I don’t want you at the wedding. Mamma, you’re more than welcome to come to the wedding, you and Jack. Only you and Jack.”

You leave it at that, and you don’t know if you can accept this. You accepted what they did to your racing career, but this is an entirely different matter.

Part IV

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The Spoken Words

Lewis Hamilton X Reader

Genre: idk man

Warnings: suggestive(?), angst(?)

Word Count: 561

Author's Note: This is very different compared to what I would normally write. In my head it seems like a good idea, and I think you guys would love it but idk. I'm thinking of making a part two called the unspoken words, and it just this again with all the inner monologue to go along with it. idk, let me know what you guys think. honestly if this doesn't get like a 150 notes, I'm just gonna delete it and pretend it never existed.

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The spoken words of an almost relationship;

“Just to be clear, we’re…”

“Friends,” you said calmly, with an all too knowing smile.

“Just stay for the night,”

“We both know I shouldn’t do that.”

“No one will know,” Lewis says, as he pulls you closely to him in the bed. You can’t help but allow your eyes to close. Just for one more night, you’ll stay.

“Congratulations on the podium,” you say, as you and him walk side by side towards the hotel elevators.

Lewis smirked, “Do you want to help me celebrate tonight?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you say as you begin to unbutton the blouse you were wearing.

“Lewis look at this,” you say, shoving your phone in his direction. At the worst timing ever you get a text notification from your partner back home.

“y/n,” Lewis says with a tone you can’t place.

“I’m sorry.”

“I told you before, this is not something serious Lewis.”

“Why can’t we change it to be serious?”

“I don’t want to fight anymore,” Lewis said, a few days after the initial fight.

“It wasn’t a fight,” you offer him a smile, “it was a heated conversation”

“If that’s what you want to call it,” he says with a smile as well.

“It is what I want to call it.” It’s time to let him go, but you’re not ready.

“Oh just like that,” you can’t help but moan out. You can hear Lewis scoff at you.

“I have to go,” you say to Lewis as he watches you pack your things. “Toto is sending me back to the factory.”

“For how long?”

“Just a couple weeks,” you smirk at Lewis, “I’ll be back.”

“Good.”

“I’m gonna extend my time at the factory,” you speak into the phone to Lewis.

“You said you were going to come back,”

“I am going to come back, just not as soon as I thought.”

“God, I missed you,” Lewis says, as he sees you waiting outside his hotel room. “When did you get here?”

“A few hours ago,” you say, revealing the luggage behind you.

“Let’s get inside,” Lewis opens the hotel room door for you.

“Oh this is perfect,” you praise.

“Just for you.”

“y/n, you’re getting a call,” Lewis calls to you, while you’re in the shower.

“Who is it?”

“It’s them.” He says it with the same tone that you can’t place.

“Oh,” you stop for a second, “just leave it. I’ll take care of it.”

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” Lewis says, as the two of you sit across from each other in the hotel room, half-dressed.

“I know,” you say truthfully, “you want something serious.”

“And you’re trying to get away from something serious.”

“It was fun though.”

“If you change your mind about something serious, you can call me,” Lewis offers.

“Don’t wait around for me, Lewis.”

“Now we’re just…” Lewis speaks up, when he sees you leaving the hotel.

“We’re just people that used to know each other,” you say, as the taxi to take you to the airport pulls up. “Goodbye Lewis.”

“Goodbye y/n.”

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I'm sorry... I've read Enough for like 5 times now and I simply cannot part with the idea of reader being a racer, it's breaking my heart (╥﹏╥)

wait I never even thought of that.

do you guys want her to go back to racing? like give her a comeback era or something???

the poll is only if you read 'Enough'

Also, I promise I will tag however asked to be tagged. just send me a message if It didn't work, because I saw some people asked to be tagged, and I thought I did tag them when part two was posted.

And Thank you so much for enjoying the story, I love that you guys are enjoying it. Please tell me all your thoughts on the stories I write, even if you didn't like something, let me know. I wanna know what you guys think.

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i’m sorry but i’m hooked on ‘Enough’ right now, i can’t stop reading both parts lol just wanted to pop by and say i really love your work and just honestly keep coming back to reread everything 🫶🏻

AWHHHH thank you thank you!!!!

I'm really happy people are enjoying the story, I was thinking that it might be a little too dramatic for people to enjoy but this makes me so happy. I'm glad you like the other stories too <3<3<3

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Enough

Part II

Charles Leclerc X Wolff!Reader

Genre: I still don't know

Warnings: angst

Word Count: 3K

Author's Note: This took a little longer than I had anticipated. I hope you guys like it, I feel like this isn't overly dramatic but it's a realistic reaction to what we found out in the first part. idk you tell me what you guys think. part 3???

Part I

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You rolled over in the bed, you could feel the sun beam down on you through the window, but you didn’t want to open your eyes. You wanted to fall back asleep. Your heart felt heavy as you began to replay last night's events over again. You could hear your Mamma’s voice bounce around your head. You could see your Father’s guilty look behind your eyelids. Finally sitting up, you looked around the room, not seeing Charles anywhere.

You went to the bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes puffy from how hard you were crying last night, you can see some leftover mascara in the corners of your eyes. You took a deep breath, washing your face, brushing your teeth before you decided to look for Charles. A part of you hoped that you missed him already, and he was at training already.

You knew he was going to ask what happened, and you’re not too sure you can get through the story without crying again. You paused by the bedroom door, listening if you could hear anybody throughout the apartment. You could hear the soft melody playing. Charles was listening to another piano piece.

You made your way to the kitchen, where he stood drinking some water. He was drenched in sweat, his shirt tossed aside on the kitchen counter. You smirked to yourself, part of you focused on his physic and the other part thinking you won’t have to talk about last night.

“Morning,” he greets you breathlessly.

“Morning,” you say, going up to give him a quick kiss, careful not to get his sweat on you, “did you just get back from a run…”

“Yeah, I canceled my training with Andrea today,” he says, turning to watch you as you prepare yourself a cup of coffee.

“Why did you cancel?” You ask.

“ma chère,” Charles says, giving you a funny look, “you came home crying, literally shaking last night, training can wait, you’re more important.”

You smile at Charles’ sentiment, “I’m fine, last night is nothing for you to worry about.”

“y/n,” Charles says, grabbing your arm, turning you to face him, “what happened last night?”

The question was enough to bring you to tears. You felt your bottom lip begin to quiver as you opened your mouth to speak. “It was them,” is all you can say before you have to wipe away tears. Charles moves to hold you, and you hold up your hand to stop him. You take a few steps back, knowing that if he holds you, sweaty and all, you won’t be able to stop crying. You won’t ever be able to tell him what happened. “I’m sorry, let me… Let me just take a breath.”

You take a few deep breaths before you continue, “It was my parents.” You still feel tears fall, but they fall slower now. You can control your breathing enough to get through the story. “They admitted to working a few negotiations to ensure I wouldn’t get a seat in F2.”

Charles does nothing to hide his surprise. “Why…” you leave Charles absolutely speechless with your statement. “Why would they do that?” He is finally able to ask.

You force yourself to take another deep breath before speaking again, “they were scared. Scared that what happened to Jules would happen to me. Scared that the safety measures wouldn’t work. They were scared that I would get into the car and I wouldn’t get back out.”

You watch Charles face change, it changes from shock to guilt. “I see,” is all he says.

“I want to forgive them, they’re my parents,” you close your eyes, trying to shake away the tears, “but that was my dream,” you look Charles square in the eyes. “That is all I ever wanted to do with my life. I wanted to be a formula 1 driver, that’s it. That was the dream, and they took it away. They took it away before I even had a chance.”

Charles nods his head, “don’t forgive them.”

“What?” You don’t expect Charles to say ‘don’t forgive them.’ You expected the exact opposite from him.

Charles take a deep breath, “don’t forgive them until you’re ready. Don’t force yourself to forgive them because they’re your parents. Be understanding. Understand why they did it, but that doesn’t mean you need to forgive them. You forgive them when you’re ready to forgive them.”

“Thank you for that,” you say. Charles’ words make you feel seen. They make you feel sane, and not like you’re being over dramatic.

“Of course,” Charles says as his hand grabs yours, his thumb gliding softly across your knuckles.

“There’s something else,” you speak up as you remembered what else your parents confessed to last night.

“What else?”

“My father asked,” you pause, you can’t even begin to imagine the amount of drama this will cause, “he asked for Fred to delay your contract signing.”

You see Charles' face look guilty once more, he sighs, “I know about that.”

This time you can’t hide your surprise, “what do you mean you know about that?”

Charles runs his hands across his face, “I signed my extension already.” He takes a sip of his water before continuing, “during Spa. Fred told me about what Toto asked for. Fred told me that he wasn’t going to delay the signing, because he knew that I would pick you over my seat.”

“Charles,” you say breathlessly, shaking your head trying to understand. “Why didn’t you tell me when you found out? Why on Earth would you pick me over your seat? Charles…”

“Y/n,” Charles says, stopping you before you can ask another question. “He’s your father,” Charles looks at you with compassion, “I didn’t want you thinking badly about your father, especially when all he was doing was protecting you. As for my seat, of course I would pick you. It’s you, there’s only one of you, but there's 19 other seats that I could get.”

You sniffle as Charles has said enough for you to stop crying, he moves to hug you. “Don’t you dare.” you say before he can grab you.

“Why?”

You looked baffled at Charles, “you’re all sweaty,” you say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You need a shower.”

Charles smirks, “you can shower with me,” he says as he grabs you, squeezing you tightly, spinning you off the floor.

You can’t help but giggle at Charles, he laughs as he watches your face. Finally when he stops spinning and sets you back down. He still holds you close, as he looks deeply in your eyes. Your smile falters as you remember everything. Your eyes fill again with tears, you can’t decide if they’re happy or sad tears, maybe a mixture of both. “Charles…” you don’t know what to say, because ‘thank you’ doesn’t feel like enough, nothing feels like enough to describe how you feel right now. How grateful you are, how in love, how overjoyed, how despicably sad, how much of everything you feel.

“I know,” he says, and lucky enough for you; you don’t need to say anything. He knows. He knows you enough to know exactly how you feel.

You spend the next couple days avoiding your parents. While living in Monaco the task is proving more difficult than you initially thought. Charles is proving to be exceptionally kind, letting you quietly wallow in your misery. He doesn’t push you to get over it, he doesn’t force you to see your parents, he doesn’t ask you to move past it. He gives you time, he gives you the space you need.

Today, he kisses you goodbye as he leaves for training while you sip away at the coffee you made yourself. You watch Charles walk out the door, and a part of you feels resentful that he has a seat and you don’t. You know it’s not his fault, that he’s not the reason you’re not racing, but a part of you hates that he has the opportunity and you don’t.

You don’t like feeling like this, you don’t like resenting Charles for no reason. You decide that it’s time you see your parents. You don’t know what you’re going to say to them. You’re not even sure how you’re going to react when you see them again. You make sure you text Charles to inform him where you’re going before you leave.

When you get to your house, there's an unsettling quiet that’s over the house. You’re not sure if anyone is home. The first person you run into is Antonie, the maid. When she sees you, you place a finger over your lips to signal to be quiet. She purses her lips at you, and points to your father’s office. As you move closer, you’re taken aback to that night.

That night you stood in the very same spot you’re standing in now. You debate on knocking on the door, you wonder if there is anything to say to them. You try to listen closely to hear if they’re saying anything. It’s utter silence on the other side. You try to think of something to say before you knock on the door. Nothing comes to your mind, you tell yourself to wing it. You convince yourself that the words will come to you.

You knock on the door, “come in,” your father says from the other side. There's a pause in your step. Hand on the knob. You slowly turn the knob to open the door. Your father is sitting at his desk, typing away at his computer. Mamma is on the other side, flipping through some paperwork. It takes them a second to look up, their work being more important.

When they do look up and see you, they pause. Mamma puts down the paperwork, she stands, wanting to hold you, to reach out, to comfort you. Your father closes the laptop, he pushes it aside, he turns his chair to face you.

“Sweetheart,” Mamma speaks up first, you watch her try to blink away the tears, while she holds a painful smile to her face. You feel like you lose the ability to breathe for a second as tears fall from your eyes, part of you wants so much to just run into her arms, and just sob. You want her to hold you and rock you, like the small child you feel like you are.

You take a second, you wipe away the tears that have fallen, and you finally take a breath. “I understand,” you say, once you start you don’t stop. You allow everything you’ve been feeling to come out. “I get it, I understand why you pulled me from racing.” You can’t stop yourself from crying as you go through your emotions. “I understand that you were scared. That you were afraid I wasn’t going to come back alive. That you wanted to protect your child from dying. I understand now.”

Mamma finally allows her tears to fall, she wants so much to hold you. To apologize over and over again. She wants to go back in time and tell herself that you’re going to be okay. She wants to make this okay.

“But I don’t forgive you,” you say, and you watch your Mamma’s heartbreak. “I can’t forgive you… not yet at least.” You finally feel like a weight is lifted off your shoulders and you feel like you’re able to breathe completely free. “I don’t forgive you, not yet at the very least; but I need to accept what you have done. I need to come to terms with what you did, because if I don’t, I will ruin my relationship with Charles. And I love him, I love him more than I loved racing, and I don’t want to ruin this. I can’t ruin this.”

“Darling,” your father says, standing to approach you. A part of you wanted to allow him to come closer. He was your dad, your hero, and he could make all the problems in the world disappear. You always ran to him whenever you had a problem and he always would fix it for you. But now he’s the problem, and you don’t think he can fix this.

“I…” You take a breath, stepping back and away from your father. “I just came here to say, I love you guys, and you will always be my parents, but I need more time to find a way to forgive you. I understand why you did what you did, but I don’t forgive you. I still love you, but I need more time.”

“We understand,” Mamma says, as she comes up to grab your father’s arm. She wraps her arm around his, and she repeats the sentiment, “we understand your need for more time.” Mamma smiles at you as more tears escape her. “We will be here waiting for you when you’re ready.”

“Thank you Mamma,” you say, and for the first time since that night, you can finally say you feel happy.

You hum along to the song playing in the background as you move about the kitchen in Charles’ apartment. You feel light on your feet as you dance to the music, as you fix yourself something to eat. When Charles finally comes home, he’s surprised but delighted to hear the music playing through the apartment.

“Ma chère?” Charles calls out as he follows the music into the kitchen.

“Hello, my love,” you spoke in a sickly sweet tone that Charles hasn’t heard for days now.

“Hi,” he says as he gives you a quick kiss, “you seem happy?”

“I am happy,” you smile, looking at Charles. You pause the music, now being more serious, “I saw my parents today.”

Charles watched you carefully, unsure about how to react, “and? How did it go?”

“I couldn’t forgive them,” you say, and part of you worries that Charles is going to be disappointed.

“That’s okay,” Charles says as he pulls you into a hug and holds you close. He doesn’t want you to feel forced to do anything you’re not ready to do.

“But,” you pull away from Charles to look at him, “I did tell them that I understood why they did it. And I told them that I still love them because they are my parents.”

“And that made you feel better?”

“Yeah, I feel better,” you say whole heartedly, “this is probably the best I have felt since that night.”

“I’m glad you’re feeling better,” Charles says, pulling you into a much needed kiss. He can see you relax, and for the first time in days you don’t appear tense.

Charles thinks he should’ve told you about this, but he doesn’t want to make the situation with your parents worse. As he walks into the restaurant, he gives the name to the hostess, and she takes him to a private dining room. Charles sees him sitting there, back to him. This is the last opportunity Charles has to walk out, and pretend this never happened.

“Sir?” Charles greets, sticking his hand out to shake as he approaches the table.

“Charles,” Toto says, as he stands, shaking Charles’ hand, “I appreciate you meeting with me.”

Charles doesn’t sit, he doesn’t want to get too comfortable. “I won’t force her to forgive you or Susie,” Charles feels like he should get that out in the open right away.

“Charles, please sit,” Toto gestured to the open seat across from him. “I don’t want you to force her to forgive us. Although we had the right intention, we’re the ones that screwed it up.”

Charles takes a seat across, his pulse starts to pick up. This moment feels more stressful than any race he’s participated in. “Why did you ask to see me?”

“Fred asked me something a little while back and I'm curious if the question was valid,” Toto says. He finally puts the menu down, and he looks squarely at Charles. Toto isn’t trying to be intimidating, he just wants to know what Charles feels. “If you had to choose, would you have picked my daughter over your seat at Ferrari?”

Charles doesn’t hesitate to say, “I would pick her. In a thousand scenarios, in a thousand lifetimes, I would pick your daughter again and again. I love y/n.”

Toto might be a cynic when he says, “I find that hard to believe Charles, when I, personally, have seen you bring different girls into your hotel room during one grand prix weekend.”

Charles knows his dating history isn’t the prettiest, and he knows that he has a bit of a checkered past with this stuff, but how he feels about you isn’t something he would lie about. “I understand your concern, I would like to think if I was in your position my concerns would be the same. However y/n knows about my past and my dating history. She knows about the weekends with a different girl every night. She knows everything, and she still trusts me to love her.”

“You’re not good enough for her, Charles.”

“I’m not,” Charles agrees, much to Toto's surprise. “But I'm putting in the work to be good enough for her. I’m trying my best to be enough for her, and I will do so for as long as she allows me.” Charles is a very traditional person, and he wants to do this right. He pulls the box from his pocket, and hands it over to Toto. “I hope it's for the rest of our lives.”

Toto opens the box, and there is the most stunning engagement ring. “I wanted to ask for your blessing sir,” Charles says, “but regardless if you give it or not, I’m going to ask her to marry me.”

Toto is at a complete loss for words, he’s not sure what to say next.

Part III

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clxja16 · 9 months

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Enough was such a good read. I am not usually a fan of angst but this was really amazingg. the balance between the sweet moments with Charles and the angst plus the bond with Susie and Toto🤌 are you planning on writing a part 2 for it? Because I am really eager to read what comes next

You really think there was a good balance? Like there wasn't too much toto and susie?

I am going to make a part two, and I will tag anyone who asks to be tagged.

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clxja16 · 9 months

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will there be a part 2 to enough? it’s sooo good

I will make a part two to enough, I just don't know when it's gonna come out.

#formula 1 #formula 1 fanfic #chieko asks #charles leclerc #charles leclerc fanfic

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clxja16 · 9 months

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Charles Leclerc X Wolff!Reader

Genre: betrayal (?)

Warnings: I think there's some swearing, angst

Word Count: 5K+

Author's Note: Okay you guys voted for this one, and honestly I thought that the fake dating trope was going to win but I guess not. also I kind of need help with the genre, because its not really forbidden lovers. Like is there a genre of your parents betraying your trust in the name of protecting you??? but anyway lmk what you guys think. Actually please tell me what you think, because I'm scared I made this too dramatic. enjoy though <3

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You lingered in one of the back halls before the start of qualifying. It was the Austrian Grand Prix. You looked around making sure that no one was in sight. Charles started to giggle at your antics of keeping this under wraps. You pulled at him, trying to push him right out the door.

“Go back to your garage,” you say gently pushing Charles further out the back entry of the Mercedes garage.

“After I get a good luck kiss?” Charles asks, as he holds his hands up in surrender.

You shake your head at him, before saying, “quickly, before someone sees us,” pulling Charles into a kiss, by his race suit. Charles grabs your face with both hands, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss further. You pull away first, worried about who might catch you sneaking about the garage halls, “okay now go, I’ll see you tonight.”

Charles doesn’t let go of your face, pulling you back in for a quick peck on the lips, “okay I’m going.” Charles finally lets you go, and shoots you a quick wink before walking off.

You turn back around to take your place in the garage next to your father, when you hear him calling out for you. You look back to see Charles has walked just far enough away to be out of sight, as your father turns the corner to come face to face with you. You let out a breath of relief that they missed each other. “y/n,” your father calls to your attention, “let’s get settled, qualifying is about to start.”

“Yes, daddy,” you answer, following after your father, to watch qualifying.

You have just finished your degree, a Masters in Business Administration from HBS and a Masters of Science from Harvard John A. Paulson SEAS. It took you nearly 5 and a half years to complete, but you did it regardless. Now, you attend the races to better learn how to apply the knowledge learnt in school to running a formula one team. This is all so that one day you will take over the formula one team from your father.

As you watched George and Lewis set out to do their first few qualifying laps of the session, you longed for it to be you in those cars. You really didn't dream of being behind the scenes, you dream of being up front and center, in the limelight, in the car. You wanted to set the fastest lap, you wanted to be getting grand prix victories, you wanted to win championships. However, you didn’t get a seat in formula 2, so your parents did the ‘reasonable’ thing and sent you off to school, instead of waiting around for the chance of a seat opening up.

“Look here,” your father spoke to you, as he pointed at some data on one of the many monitors in front of him.

“George is a tenth too early,” you say, trying your best to understand the data in front of you.

“Yes, exactly, good,” your father praises, before speaking with a couple of the race engineers. “Now we don’t want George to overly focus on what is going wrong, so we praise, advice and praise again.” You listen to the radio as the engineer, compliments George on his turn 3 and 4, critiques his turn 7, and compliments his turn 10 and 11. “When you take over, you have to remember that you are going to have to manage the drivers' psyche as well as their driving.”

“Father, I won’t be taking over for a long time, you’re gonna need to find someone in between you and me, to manage the team.”

“No,” your father declares, like his decision is final, “I will retire late, and you will start early.”

“Yes Father,” you say, no reason to start an argument now.

“Congratulations on another podium,” you spoke sweetly to Charles at the end of the Austrian grand prix weekend. You and him were hiding out in his hotel room, trying your best to stay away from the cameras, from fans and most importantly from your father.

“It’s only the second podium of the season,” Charles said as he dried his hair with the towel while walking out of the bathroom. “We’re so far behind this season, it’s laughable.”

“You could always make the move to Mercedes, Daddy would love to have you racing for him,” you say, as you wrap your arms around Charles, after he takes a seat on the edge of the bed.

You can hear Charles chuckle a little, before turning around to face you. “Never,” he says with a smile, pushing you back down on the bed, kissing you deeply. You can’t contain the laughter that spills from your lips.

“We would make sure you win championships,” you argue, teasing Charles once again.

“And who’s giving up a seat for me?” Charles asks, as he moves from your lips down your neck, spreading his kisses all around.

“Lewis isn’t going to stay much longer,” you reveal.

“What?” Charles asked, as he pulled away to look at you. The seriousness setting in.

“Don’t say anything to anyone,” you start off, as you sit up in the bed, looking at Charles deeply, “Daddy offered Lewis another four years, Lewis said he only wanted to sign on for two more right now.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” you say honestly, “believe it or not, Lewis does not reveal his intentions to me like you do.”

Charles cracks a smile hearing you tease, “well, maybe I could do Mercedes silver,” he says as he goes back to kissing you.

You and Charles spend the night together, as the two of you have done many times before. The next morning, you try to sneak out early enough where no one notices your empty hotel room. Charles makes your heart feel full, being around him makes you feel at peace, he wears your worries like his own. He’s everything you ever wanted and needed, and more. You know that there was no plausible way you could keep this a secret any longer. You love him too much to pretend nothing is going on. Although, you also know that your father would not be the happiest, he always said drivers weren’t the type of people you bring home. However Charles is different, you know he’s what you need, you know that you can bring him home.

When you did make it back to your own hotel room, you don’t think anyone checked in on the empty room. You made quick work of packing up your belongings, your father was flying out of Vienna this afternoon, to get a jumpstart on Silverstone. It being a home grand prix for both of your drivers, the entire week was packed with events. All events in which you had to attend.

After arriving in Silverstone, did you finally take a breather. George and Lewis both went to visit their families for the first day. This allowed you and your father to spend some time away from the race track. Father instead just went to the factory, and spent some time in the office. You on the other hand went out with Mamma, before she had to head down to Monza for the F1 Academy race.

“Mamma,” you called out to Susie, “do you think Daddy is serious about me taking over the team one day?”

Your question was enough to stop Susie in her tracks, “yes, I do think he’s serious about it.” She gave you a perplexed look. Your father has been talking about you taking over the team since you went off to college. He is determined that with his recommendation the board will approve for the team principal position.

“I don’t know if that’s what I want to do though,” you say truthfully. “I don’t know if I can handle being so close, but not being able to race.” As much as your mind was focused on being a team principal, your heart wanted to drive.

Susie came up to you, pushing your hair behind your ear, holding your face. She had a gentle smile on her face, but there was a sadness behind her eyes that you couldn’t place. “You are racing, if you take over the team, you are still a part of the race, but if you walk away, you will only be a spectator.”

You sigh, you know she’s right, “you’re right, like you always are.”

Susie laughs at your joke, “tell your Father because he never seems convinced that I’m always right.”

You laugh, as you and Susie enter the restaurant for lunch. “Mamma, can I ask you another question?”

“Of course sweetheart,” Susie answers worryingly, you are not normally this ominous.

“Would you be upset if I started seeing a driver?”

Susie doesn’t hide the shock on her face, after your question, “who is it?” She smirks at you, you weren’t the best at hiding your feelings from Susie. She was the first to know about your first boyfriend in High school. She was the first to know about the guy who cheated on you. She was the first to know about the college boy you wanted to bring home. And she was the first to know that none of them were enough to match you.

“It’s no one, it's just a hypothetical, Mamma.”

“Who, sweetheart?”

You debate for a second about how to answer, but you know you can’t lie. You gave away too much, and Susie knows you only use ‘hypothetical’ when it's real. “Charles.”

“Leclerc?” Susie doesn’t mask her shock for a single second.

“Mamma,” you whine at her reaction.

“Sweetheart, your father is gonna have an aneurysm when he hears this.”

“Mamma,” you whine again, this time more seriously, as you feel the water works coming on.

“Sweetheart?” Susie questions, her face going from shock to stone cold serious as she sees how upset you are. “This is serious.”

You sigh, “I really like him, Mamma. He makes me very happy.” You look at Susie, and you don’t like the look she has even more.

She looks very seriously at you, while also having the ‘its not good’ look. “Your father is not going to like this,” she says honestly, “but,” you watch Susie as she begins to smile, “if you’re happy, that is what's important.”

You begin to smile as well, “Daddy will get over it right?”

“I hope so,” Susie says truthfully. You were Toto’s oldest, nothing would ever be good enough for you. You were his pride and joy, you were the first, and as the first, you are everything to your father. Susie knows this, and she knows that no matter how much Charles tries, Toto still won’t think he’s good enough for you.

Susie reminds you that the best way to handle this, is to inform your father sooner rather than later. You agree, but you want to make sure that you and Charles are on the same page as well. Thursday night, once again you are hiding out in Charles' hotel room, instead of staying in your own room. The two of you cuddle together on the bed as a movie plays on the TV.

“Charles,” you start off softly, afraid to disturb the delicate peace that’s settled across the room, “where do you see this going?”

“What do you mean by that?” Charles asked, as he glanced at you.

“Us, our relationship, where do you see it going?” You stared at Charles, while listening to his steady heartbeat.

“I don’t know,” Charles answers, his answer holds a brutal truth that you don’t like, you sit up to look at Charles, “but, I hope it goes far and long.” Charles continues to lay in bed while you stare at him, “ I hope that it gets out of hotel rooms, and garage halls, and private phone calls. I hope it gets you into some red Ferrari gear,” you smile at Charles’ preposterous hope, “I hope that it gets further than this. I love you y/n.”

“I love you too,” you reassure.

“Why do you ask me that ma chère?”

“I’m going to tell my father about us,” you say, “and your plans to move to Mercedes.” You just have to tease him a little bit.

Charles laughs at you, “you mean your plans to be a Ferrari fan from now on.” And he always knew how to handle your teasing.

You laugh going to kiss Charles, “that’s so much work,” you say with another kiss, “you should just switch teams.”

Charles laughs sarcastically, he loves the banter. “y/n,” he calls. It stops you, he never uses your name, “I really do love you.” He’s probably told you this same sentiment over a thousand times, but each time, it still feels like the first time.

Your cheeks hurt from how hard you’re smiling, “I love you too.” Somehow these ‘I love you's' are different, they’re more significant, more meaningful, more genuine, more heartfelt, more profound. They’re more serious, because they’re not just ‘I love you,’ they’re a promise, a commitment, a lifetime, together.

“Daddy, please can you be rational about this?” You ask as you follow your father about the Monaco home. Trying to get him to stop complaining about your choices in men.

“Why couldn’t you date George, at least you would still be supporting Mercedes,” your Father says as the two of you make your way into the kitchen to see Mamma and Jack.

“Mamma do you hear him?” You ask, indicating your father as ‘him.’ “George is very much in a relationship, Father”

“And what’s wrong with Lewis?” Your father clearly is not thinking about the age difference between you and Lewis.

You looked to Mamma to see if your father was serious, and even she was shocked with the suggestion, “you would be okay with me dating someone that is 14 years my senior?” you ask with a brow raised to your father, “you’ve convinced me Daddy, I will stop seeing Charles and start seeing Lewis.”

Your father sighs, “that is not what I…”

“Daddy, I invited Charles over for dinner, tomorrow night, that way you can properly meet him as my partner, instead of as a driver.” You tell your father, hoping that you're just imagining the steaming coming out of his ears, “one dinner, Daddy, that’s all. He makes me really happy.”

“Okay,” your Father says. You don’t miss the slight eye roll he gives though.

“Thank you Daddy,” you say, giving him a hug, before running off to your room like a teenage girl to call Charles and let him know about dinner tomorrow night.

After your father hears your bedroom door shut, does he turn to his wife. “Susie,” he calls out, still listening for you, to see if you were coming back out. “A word, privately.”

“Okay,” Susie answers a bit confused about the request, she turns to Jack, “why don’t you go play for right now.” Jack nods along excitedly, before running out the room. “Toto, what is it?”

“She can’t date Charles.” Toto says, turning his full attention to his wife.

“What?”

“Susie, I have seen the drivers in relationships. They have their girlfriend one weekend, then they have a club girl the next weekend, and then some lucky fan the following weekend. Charles is no different.” Toto doesn’t hold back in his recounting of the drivers stepping out on their partners, “y/n is gonna get hurt, and her entire image will be tainted by being cheated on by Charles.”

“Toto don’t you think you’re being a little unfair.” Susie tries her best to defend Charles, but she knows Toto is telling the truth. She’s seen it too, from a number of drivers amongst the ranks throughout the years.

“Charles is a hell of a driver, but I'm not gonna allow him to ruin my daughter.” Toto declares as final, “we need to find a way to stop them from seeing each other before the public catches wind of their relationship.”

“Toto,” Susie takes a breath, if they do this, they would have to tread very carefully, or they could end more than just your relationship with Charles. “If she ever finds out that we are interfering in her life like this, she won’t forgive us, she's not a kid anymore.”

“She wasn’t a kid when we pulled her from racing,” Toto drags up a long forgotten and regretted moment, “we do what we have to, to protect our children, regardless of how it may look.”

“We’ll need to play this close to the vest.”

To say the evening was filled with tension and awkwardness would be an understatement. Your father continuously gave Charles dirty looks throughout the night, and you wanted to slap him for being so childish. Susie was pleasant throughout the evening. Jack was just being Jack. He probably talked the most, asking Charles about what it was like to be a real race car driver.

“This is a very lovely meal,” Charles says to Susie. You appreciate him trying his best to not ruffle your father’s feathers.

“Thank you Charles,” Susie appreciates the compliments. She doesn’t know what is best, because Toto is determined to stop you and Charles from seeing each other.

“Charles, did you ever pee in the car?” Jack asks, as he shovels another pile of food in his mother.

“Jack,” you say in a scolding manner, while Charles just laughs at the question.

Charles has to take a sip of water before answering, “I try my best to make sure I use the bathroom before I get into the car.”

“Enough questions Jack,” you say to your little brother, getting irritated with how much he was talking.

“I just wanted to ask the racecar driver,” Jack pouts. He makes that face with an exaggerated frown, that almost makes you feel guilty.

“Jack, we’re all race car drivers. Me, Mamma and Daddy have all raced cars before and you never ask us.” you argue back, you almost feel stupid that you have to argue with a five year old.

“But you didn’t make it to formula 1,” Jack points out, and now you don’t feel guilty, you just feel sad that Jack had to point out one of your biggest regrets in life.

“Jack,” Susie says, scolding your brother.

“I didn’t know you raced,” Charles says, turning to look at you.

You smile, thinking back to the time, “Yeah, I did karting for years, then I did formula renault, F4 and F3.”

“Why did you stop?” Charles asks, wondering how you could give it up.

“I didn’t get a seat in Formula two, and the agreement was if I could get a seat I could race, but I wouldn’t pass up opportunities to race. I got into college, so I gave up racing and went back to school.” You reveal to Charles, he can hear the regret in your voice, but he chooses not to point it out. You don’t see that look Susie and Toto exchange when they hear your retelling of events.

“I see,” Charles says, “It’s a shame, I think you would’ve been a hell of a driver.”

You chuckle at Charles, “I would definitely have more wins than you by now,” you tease.

“Oh?” Charles smirks at you, “you would?”

“Of course I would, because I would be driving for Mercedes, for sure.” You chuckle at your own joke.

Charles shakes his head at you, his smile spreading far and wide. Susie watches you and Charles, she's been watching you throughout the night and she knows Charles is enough for you. She knows that this is your person, that they will never be another that will be able to compete with Charles. It's him or nothing.

You skip the Hungarian grand prix, especially as the media releases pictures of you and Charles, going back to the Monaco Grand Prix. Your father thought it best that you stay home, he wasn’t sure how people would react to the relationship news. You spent a few days before your father left for Hungary, arguing with him that it was unfair to bench you, because of the possibility that fans won’t like the news.

Clearly, your father won that argument as you sat at home in Monaco, watching the sessions through the TV, instead of being there in person. What Toto doesn’t tell you, is that he wants you home, so that he can meet with Fred without you getting suspicious.

After the qualifying session, Toto asked Fred, the team principal of Ferrari, to join him for dinner. As the two men met away from the paddock, away from the cameras, from the drivers, from the team. They sat in a private dining room, in an elite restaurant. Only here did Toto feel comfortable asking what he was about to ask.

“What are we doing here Toto?” Fred asks, as he sips the beer he ordered. Fred wouldn’t say it, betraying his French roots, but he always preferred a bottle of beer over a glass of wine.

“Fred, I have a favor to ask,” Toto requests, he ignores his gut feeling telling him that this is wrong, and continues on, “I want you to delay Charles' contract signing.”

“Why would I do that?” Fred asks, delaying a contract signing seems like it’s not a big deal, but there's many implications to what that could mean.

“You would do it, because then I will be in debt to you,” Toto says, he's thought about this, he knows his way through a negotiation.

“Okay,” Fred says, he has a reason to do so, but what is Toto’s reason for asking? “Now why do you need me to do this?”

Toto sighs, “y/n.”

“Your daughter, I saw the news about her Charles,” Fred pauses, taking another sip of the beer, “well actually Charles told me about the relationship back in Miami.”

“Miami?” Toto questions, “she didn’t tell me until after silverstone.”

“Charles said he wanted me to know before the public knew, would like to know what else he said?”

“What?” Toto sighs, once more.

“Charles said he wants to do this right, that he is serious about her,” Fred offers.

“We’ve both heard drivers say one thing and do another,” Toto fixes his posture, sitting up in the chair, “I won’t allow my daughter’s image to be run through by Charles.”

“So you want me to delay a contract signing, to do what? So you can scare Charles into picking a seat over your daughter? And what happens when he picks your daughter over his seat?” Fred sits up in his chair as well, looking Toto square in the eyes.

“If he picks my daughter over his seat, then I know he’s serious about her,” Toto stands upm buttoning his jacket, “but we both know he won’t do that.” Toto sticks out his hand for Fred to shake.

Fred stands to shake Toto’s hand, “this doesn’t mean I agreed to anything.”

“You will agree,” Toto smiles, a little amused at the situation, “we both know me in debt to you is too valuable to pass up.”

Since the news of your relationship has been made public, you and Charles are seen together around the paddock during the Belgian Grand Prix a lot more. Although you guys did try to keep it as professional as possible, there weren't any public displays of affection between the two of you. However, that went straight out the window after the race podium celebration.

Instead of watching the podium you stayed in the garage with your father, since there wasn’t a Mercedes on the podium. As soon as Charles was done with the podium celebration, he ran straight into the Mercedes garage to collect a celebratory kiss from you. His, sweaty, champagne-covered, sticky self, pulling you into a tight hug with a deep kiss. He had one arm wrapped around your waist, while his other hand held onto his trophy. You were taken aback by the initial kiss, but soon you cupped his cheek and held him close.

Charles would’ve kissed you longer, but he could feel the cameras on the two of you. When he finally did pull away, you were a giggling mess that you didn’t even notice the cameras at first. “Let’s go,” Charles whispers to you, “let’s get out of here.”

You wanted desperately to leave right then and there with Charles, “I can’t,” you say. You watch his smile drop just a little, “I have work to finish,” you say while giving the side eye to where your father sat in the Mercedes garage, watching you and Charles. “And you have a press conference.”

“Okay, after that then.” Charles says, kissing you on the cheek this time.

“After that.”

That night, while you and Charles celebrated his podium finish, the picture of you and him making out in the Mercedes garage after his podium celebrations, hit social media. That photo is more talked about than Max’s 8th grand prix win in a row. That photo is in all the group chats around the paddock. That photo makes it to the official formula 1 social media pages. And the biggest take away is your father’s face in the background of the photo. Everytime you look at it, you laugh knowing that your father most likely made that face subconsciously.

Since summer break has begun, you spend more time with Charles than at home with your family. Today, you just so happen to need a few things from your closet, that you stopped in the Monaco home. That is when you could overhear your parents talking in your father’s office.

“We need to be more discreet about this now,” your father says to Mamma.

“Toto, I don’t think this is right. It’s not fair to y/n or Charles,” Susie says. Normally you wouldn’t eavesdrop on your parents, but the mention of you and Charles caught your attention.

“I am trying to protect our daughter,” Toto says, and you can’t help but think. What is your father trying to protect you from?

“This isn’t protecting her, this is your fear about what could happen,” Susie says. You can hear in your mamma voice, she’s getting defensive.

“Like how your fear pulled her from racing,” Toto says in a raised voice. You’re completely confused as to what your father could mean with that statement.

There’s a pause. It goes silent for a second, and you listen closer. “I was saving her life, we weren’t sure what the FIA would do after Jules.” There’s a pain in Susie’s voice.

“Safety measures were put in place,” Toto argues.

“After you pushed back on them.”

“I have changed my position on the halo, you know that,” Toto says. Even though the wood doors separate you from seeing your parents, you can clearly imagine what this fight is looking like.

“After Lewis almost dies!” Mamma never shouts, is your singular thought after hearing that statement. “What if you had gotten your way and the halo was never placed? What if it was our daughter in that car? I pulled her from racing to save her life, because you sure as hell wasn’t going to do it.” Susie pulls open the office door to see you standing on the other side. You watch her face drop from anger to sadness quickly. “Sweetheart…”

“Mamma… you pulled me from racing?” You question as the tears begin to well in your eyes.

“Sweetheart…” Susie repeats, shes at a complete loss for words.

“You told me that I wasn’t picked up for a seat.” you take a breath before you start crying, “was that the truth?”

“Darling,” Toto calls out to you.

“Was it the truth?” You ask again, this time you make the hurt evident in your voice, “you told me a team didn’t want to pick me for F2, was that the truth?”

“You weren’t anybody’s first choice,” Susie pauses, “but you were on the list.” You feel your break, as you start to cry. “We worked a few negotiations to ensure that you didn’t get picked. We worked to pull you from racing.”

You were a hyperventilating mess, you couldn’t stop the tears, the sobs, the heartbreak from happening. “You told me…You told me, if I earned my seat without you or daddy interfering I could keep racing. You promised that you would let me race.”

“We wanted to protect you, we didn’t want what happened to Jules.”

“Don’t you dare,” you snap at Susie, “don’t use what happened to Jules as an excuse.” You walked away, racing up the stairs. Towards your bedroom, you could hear your parents rushed footsteps as they followed after you. You began to shove clothes into a bag, as you tried to violently wipe away the tears.

“Where are you going?” Your father asks in a calm voice.

“I’m gonna stay with Charles for a while.” When you mention Charles, you remembered the beginning of the conversation. You stopped packing your clothes. Slowly you turned to face your parents. “What did you do?”

“Excuse me?” your father questions.

“What did you do to Charles? Mamma said it wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair, whatever you were doing. What did you do to Charles daddy?” You’re out of breath, you fear whatever your father has to say.

You watch as your father sighs, he hangs his head. “I asked Fred to delay his contract signing. Ferrari wants to keep Charles, they’re going to give him whatever he wants. I asked for Fred to just hold off on signing the contract.”

You scoff at the revelation. “Just long enough to scare Charles into picking a seat over me. This is rich from the both of you.”

“Sweetheart…” Susie calls out to you as she reaches to hold you.

“Don’t touch me,” you snap once again. You couldn’t tell if you were really angry or sad or shocked, but you did know you were just hurt. Your parents had taken away your dreams, and they were trying to take away your love. “You took away racing,” you take a breath, you strip away all the excess, you let them hear the hurt in your voice, “I won’t let you take Charles away too.”

When you do make it Charles’ place. When he opens the door for you, he sees you silently crying and shaking. Your voice is hoarse already, that it’s only a whisper when you ask, “can I stay with you for a few days?”

“Of course,” Charles says as he welcomes you inside. When he finally closes the door, you drop your bag to the floor, and just hold onto Charles tightly. He wraps his arms around you, providing you with the comfort you longed for.

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Part II

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new fic ideas

this is my first time doing this, so please bear with me as I figure this out. I would like for you guys to tell me what you think the trope of my next fic should be. Imma be honest it's probably gonna be with Charles Leclerc.

It's either Charles Leclerc X Wolff!Reader or a faking dating trope

Charles Leclerc X Wolff!Reader: I'm thinking something along the lines of y/n and Charles start seeing each other publicly, and toto doesn't like this because he thinks all drivers are unloyal, he doesn't want his child to be made a laughing stock of the f1 community basically. So toto asks susie to help figure out a way to break up y/n and Charles. Which leads to other drama.

faking dating trope: this one, I'm thinking that y/n and Charles have been in a PR relationship for the past six months, but now Charles has met someone he's actually interested in. So Charles goes to y/n to ask for permission to basically date this other person, and y/n does give him permission because they are not actually together, however y/n makes the request that Charles keep his real relationship discreet, in order to not embarrass y/n. And of course Charles fails to do that.

idk what do you guys think?

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Love Talk

Lando Norris X Reader

Genre: established relationship

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 700+

Author's Note: this is just a cute little story about saying love to your partner. I might do more of this. Like more little pieces of this "podcast" or maybe I do them with different drivers. What do you guys think? do you want more of Lando, so like this same setting but a different? or do you want other drivers, so same setting but another driver instead? Lmk what you guys think. enjoy reading tho.

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“Tell me about the first time you guys said you loved each other,” the host, asked Lando.

You and Lando had recently got engaged, and to celebrate the news, you guys decided to do a little podcast segment discussing your relationship. Lando chuckled a little at the request before saying, “well there's a little context you need to know.” Lando took a sip of water before continuing, “one of the first few dates we went on, we talked about love languages. (y/n) told me that their way of showing love was acts of service, but how they liked to receive love was words of affirmations.”

“You remembered that?” you questioned, being taken aback by the recalling of that night.

“Of course I remembered that,” Lando laughed at your surprise, “but anyway, a few months later, we’re home in Monaco. (y/n) is obviously staying with me.”

“Oh yes obviously,” you retort sarcastically.

Lando shakes his head a little with a smile, while grabbing your hand to hold, he continues, “and one morning, I need to go to morning workout. She's still sleeping, but there was some laundry that needed to be taken out. So before I leave, I gently wake her, and ask her to take the laundry out. She sleepily says okay.”

“They don’t need to know all that,” you fuss at Lando’s retelling.

“It's part of the story,” he argues. “Well anyway, I leave to go to training. I’m gone for a few hours. When I had gotten back to the apartment, (y/n) had done what I asked, and more. She did the laundry, she made the bed, she did the dishes, cooked lunch, swept and mopped and basically made the place look spotless.”

“I wanted to be useless,” you say, trying to make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal.

Lando now looks at you, his gaze was soft, something so endearing. “It was that moment I knew you loved me. You might not have said it, but your actions told me you loved me, and I wanted you to know that I loved you too. That was the first time I told you I loved you.”

“It was,” you said looking at Lando, “you never told me that you knew.”

“Did you say it back?” the host now asked you.

“No I didn’t,” you answer truthfully, “I was scared, I didn’t feel ready to say it.”

“Lando, you weren’t upset that she didn’t say it back?”

“No, because she said it first. I mean obviously, I said it verbally first, but she showed me she loved me first. So it didn’t matter if she couldn’t say it yet, because I knew she felt it.” Lando answered truthfully.

Lando, still holding your hand, brought it up to his lips, giving you a quick kiss.

“What about you, (y/n), when was the first time you verbally said you loved Lando?”

“It was obviously after Lando,” you spoke up truthfully, “I believe we were in Belgium, we were at Spa. It was a grand prix, and of course Spa brings up a lot of emotions for everyone. It was a wet session, and it was qualifying. Lando was obviously giving it his all, pushing the car to the absolute limit.”

“Like I always do,” Lando jokes.

You chuckle at the statement, “yes you always do,” you say with a smile. “Um, Lando end up losing it in one of the turns, he had hit the wall. And it wasn’t a particularly bad crash, he was fine. The car had little damage, he was able to bring it back into the pits, and all was well. However my first thought when I saw him was I never told him I loved him.”

“But?” Lando interrupts.

“Well at the time I thought I never told him I loved him.” You correct your statement, and continue “so as soon as Lando got out of the car, the first thing I told him was,” you looked at Lando wanting him to hear and feel your next words, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Lando reassured, “And at that time I had already told her I loved her, so I said it back right away, just like I did right now.”

“Who says I love you more?”

“I do,” Lando says.

“He does,” you confirm.

“(y/n) shows me she loves me all the time, and I know that to make sure she knows I feel the same, I say it more.” Lando says, looking at you with so much love.

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Part II

Charles Leclerc X Reader

Genre: unexpected pregnancy

Warnings: miscarriage, emotional rollercoaster

Word Count: 1.3K+

Author's Note: I absolutely hated the original part two, and I just never had time to rewrite it, but I finally do, so here's something that's much better. However this version is so much more sad. I also want to say I'm sorry for your lost to anyone who has ever been through this. I haven't been through this personally, but I have seen close family go through this and it was heartbreak all around.

Part I

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It was well into the night, when you and Charles returned home. You sat on the couch, near the front door, to remove your heels after a long night of standing around. Charles knelt in front of you, taking your foot in his hands, undoing the straps and pulling the heel from your foot. “Mon amour,” he called gently, as he dutifully took off your other heel. Your heart skipped a beat, hearing the nickname roll off his tongue.

“Yes?” you answer, breathlessly. Charles could always take your breath away with mere whispers.

Charles placed the heels gently beside you, he placed his hands on your knees, looking up at you. “Do you want to have kids?”

His question took you by surprise. It took you so much by surprise that you couldn’t catch yourself, you couldn’t contain your emotions, you couldn’t train your face not to react. “Of course…”

“Y/n,” Charles stopped you, he only used your name if the matter was serious, “you don’t need to lie to appease me.” He took your hand in his, as he sat next to you on the couch, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

You don’t know what overcame you, but tears fell freely. You couldn’t stop yourself, “I want to have kids, I want to have your kids Charles,” you know you should stop right here, you shouldn’t say another word, “but, i’m not ready,” and now it's too late. “We just got settled into the new place, I finally have a job I want, you’re fighting for another championship. I’m not ready, we’re not ready, Charles. I’m sorry, I know this is what you want, that…”

“Shhh shhh,” Charles shushes you with a gentle smile, as he wipes away the tears, holding your face in his palms, “I only want to have a kid, if you’re ready to have a kid. Mon amour, if you’re not ready, we don’t need to have a kid.”

“Charles,” you whisper, you take in this moment. You feel his hands against your cheeks, you hear his steady breathing, you see the gentle smile he displays for you, you smell the fading cologne from earlier tonight, and all you can say is, “thank you.”

Charles doesn’t say another word, pressing his lips against yours, you feel the thousand more words he wants to say. You can feel his many reassurances, his thousands of words of affirmation, his countless apologies. You hope he can feel the neverending promises, the myriad of love letters, and your numerous apologies.

You and Charles spend the next few days before your first appointment discussing further what it would mean to have kids right now. The constant talk of the future with Charles, brings on a different kind of joy and peace. Peace knowing that this is your person, that you were gonna spend the rest of your life together. You couldn’t wait for the future, for a lifetime with him. Even though neither of you were certain what you guys’ wanted to do, pregnant or not, you knew you were gonna do it together.

The night before your first appointment, you tossed and turned trying to get yourself to sleep. You couldn’t tell if it was anxiety or excitement, they feel like two sides of the same coin. When you finally got to sleep, it seemed like you woke up every 30 minutes, you just couldn’t get comfortable.

This most recent wake up, you couldn’t handle it, deciding to get yourself a cup of tea. As soon as you stepped out of bed, you felt something running down your thigh. Your mind froze, but somehow your heart knew. You could feel your bottom lip quiver, tears lined your eyes, as your heart began to pound. You went into your bathroom, and you could clearly see the blood that fell from you.

You don’t know what to do, as you let out a blood-curdling scream and fell to the floor. Charles fell out of the bed, trying to get to you. He shoved open the bathroom door to see you sat on the floor in the middle of a pool of your blood. “It's my fault,” you say, looking up at Charles, blood on your hands, tears pouring down your cheeks.

Your left numb, you don’t know if you could cry anymore, as the doctor explains the miscarriage. You finally gain the courage to look at Charles, his sole focus is on the doctor. You see the glaze of his eyes, the tears he refuses to let fall. You would give anything to hear his thoughts, to know what his heart feels, to be with him. You watch as he avoids your gaze, you watch as he refuses to meet your eyes, you watch as he excuses himself. And you know Charles blames you too.

“This isn’t your fault,” the doctor says, placing a hand on your shoulder, they don’t know. They don’t know that it is your fault, that you wished not to have kids so the universe granted your wish. They don’t know that this is your doing. They don’t know that it is your fault. “It’s gonna feel like it's your fault, but I assure you, it's not.”

Charles hears all the doctor's words, and he can’t take anymore when he finally excuses himself. He wants to be strong, he needs to be strong. You need him to be strong. You’re gonna need him, so he needs to get himself together to be there for you. He cannot cry, he cannot whine, he cannot mourn. You’re gonna want to cry, you’re gonna want to whine, you’re gonna want to mourn, and he needs to be there for you. He needs to pull himself together, so you can freely fall apart.

The doctor finally steps out of the room, and sees Charles trying his damndest to pull himself together. “She doesn’t need you to be strong,” the doctor says, pulling Charles up, “She doesn’t need you to hold it all together, She just needs you with her.” Charles nods, as he finally lets himself cry.

“Charles,” you whisper, as the two of you finally made it back home, it was the wee hours of the morning, still dark out. Charles looks over at you, your blood shot eyes, tears readily awaiting to fall. “It’s my fault,” you say as the first few fall, “I did this to us.” Charles doesn’t mask the confusion, “I said I wasn’t ready, I was on the fence and the universe made a decision for us, this is my fault.”

Charles shakes his head, as his own tears fall, “no, no.” He thought his heart couldn’t break anymore, but it does. It shatters further, hearing you blame yourself. “This is not your fault, mon amour,” Charles says, pulling you close, wiping away the tears, “this isn’t your fault, you couldn’t help this.”

“I blame myself, Charles,” you start off, looking into the eyes of the man you loved, “I never should have said I wasn’t ready.”

“y/n, mon amour,” Charles whispers, looking into the eyes of the woman he loved, “I don’t blame, it’s not your fault.”

You lay your head against Charles’ chest, as the two of you stand in the middle of the shared apartment. You can feel his hands holding you close, you hear his steadying heart beat, you see the fresh stained tears on his shirt, you smell the fading body wash from earlier tonight. Even if you’re not ready to accept that it's not your fault, Charles knows it's not your fault.

“y/n,” Charles says, pulling your face to look at him, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you say back. Charles presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, you close your eyes, just allowing yourself to feel this moment. You feel the gentle shine from the sun, as she rises in the sky, it's a new day.

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Charles Leclerc X Reader

Genre: unexpected pregnancy

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1K

Author's Note: I had this idea for a minute, but I wasn't sure if anyone was gonna like this type of this. But Im posting this right before I go to sleep, so if it gets a lot of notes before I wake up, this I guess it will stay up. If not it's being erased forever. enjoy reading regardless :)

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Plus. You stared at the stick in your hands, shaking your head in disbelief. You’re not ready, there's so many things you haven't done yet. Plus, there’s so much on your plate. You can’t do this right now, it's not the right time. Plus, you thought you were so careful, you took your pills. You couldn’t believe it, the little plus looking back at you. Mocking you, telling you it was bound to happen. Telling you that this is all you were meant to be. Plus.

Charles. Charles, he always wanted a kid. He always wanted to be a father. He always wanted this day to come. He always dreamed of three little boys running around, just like he had. He always talked of the future. He talked about them, like they were already here. He will be so happy, so overjoyed, so thrilled, so excited, so ready. You can’t tell him no, you can’t tell Charles.

Time. This isn’t the right time. Charles was at the height of his career. You were just getting your footing in the new job. Charles just bought a new apartment for you and him. You finally moved all your things to Monaco. Charles couldn’t raise a kid in between all the traveling. You can’t do this by yourself. This isn’t the right time. Charles will see that. Plus, you both wanted to be married before having kids.

“Mon amour,” Charles called out as he entered the apartment. You could hear him drop his bag, even from your place in the bathroom. You clasp the stick in your hands, and you imagine your future with Charles. You know that he would be a great father; he would be patient, kind, loving, and he would dote on his child. You know, that Charles would provide a good life for you, he would do everything to ensure your happiness. You know, that you would come to love your life with him, regardless of what you originally wanted your life to be. You know, you could be happy with this.

Charles pushes the bathroom door open, he holds his breath for a second as he sees you. Your beauty makes him pause, no matter how many times he lays his eyes on you; you always take his breath away. He’s so enamored with your face, that he doesn’t take notice of the stick clasped between your hands. “Everything okay?” He asks, causing you to turn to face him.

“Charles,” you whisper, looking at him, “I have something to tell you.” You try to keep a neutral face, if you look too upset, Charles will lie to appease you. “I’m pregnant,” you say as you push the stick towards him.

Charles takes a minute, you can see the smile start to crack on his face. He takes the stick from your hands, he sees the little plus. The plus that tells him, his dreams are right in front of him. You, you hand him his dream. Time, it's only a matter of time. He can’t form his thoughts into words, but his tears and smile displays his thoughts for him. He wraps his arms around him, he can’t believe the news. He feels like he’s floating, like in the middle of a dream. He’s so overjoyed, that he can’t notice the solemn look on your face. You remind yourself that you can be happy, that you will be happy. You remind yourself that you will come to love the life he provides.

Days have passed, you have grown accustomed to the idea. Your first appointment is in a week. Charles is already making a list of things you're gonna need to prepare for the baby. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself.” you remind him.

“I don’t want to be unprepared.” Charles cracks a small smile, as he writes down more things. You smile kindly at him.

“I just don’t want you to be disappointed if it turns out to be a false-positive,” you say, you hope.

“Well if it is, then we’ll be extra prepared for the real first time.”

“We best be going soon,” you say as you get up from your seat. You and Charles have an event to attend to.

“Why isn’t she drinking?” Lily asks Charles as she motions towards where you are across the room, talking to Carmen.

“She’s pregnant.” Charles smiles sweetly, looking over at you fondly.

“Oh no,” Lily says quickly, not looking at Charles’ face, “is it too late for an abortion?”

“Why would we do that?” Charles looks at Lily with disgust, shocked that Lily would even suggest the idea.

“Because y/n doesn’t want kids.” Lily says, the confusion is clearly displayed for Charles.

“What are you talking about? She does want kids, she just wanted to do some things before kids.” Charles says, thinking that Lily is misunderstanding your stance.

“Charles,” Lily sighs, “that list of things to do before kids, she made that to ensure she didn’t have kids. It’s a nearly impossible list to complete.”

“What?”

“y/n, didn’t like telling people she didn’t want kids, because they would just tell her she's missing out, or she's gonna change her mind later. So she made a list of things to do before having kids, and then when people asked, she would just say after she’s finished her list.” Lily explained to Charles, she watched as Charles' face began to drop.

“Then why wouldn’t she tell me that?” Charles asks, taking his eyes off of you, and looking at Lily, “why would she let me think this is what she wants too.”

“She’s in love with you Charles, she wants to make you happy. She’s more in love with you, than she’s ever been. She loves you more than she has ever loved. That’s the only way she would have wavered on her list.”

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Part II

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Does He Know?

Someone asked if the inspiration came from the “does he know you call me when he sleeps” tiktok

And yes, yes it was

Not this one specifically but something similar

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To hell and back

Part II

Max Verstappen x Reader

Genre: childhood trauma, established relationship

Warnings: none I think

Word Count: 1.5K

Author's Note: ummmm I have no idea if this is what everyone was expecting for a part two because I didn't think it was gonna go this way. Also apologies for taking this long, I ended up being really busy this past weekend. but nevertheless, enjoy.

Part I

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After leaving the hotel room, you went to a boutique hotel down the street, and got a room for the night. You didn’t want to be anywhere near Max at this moment. You were so angry with how he spoke to you, what he accused you of being. You never asked him to take care of you, to pay your bills, to give you money. You haven’t even been with any other driver, except for him. You put your phone on silent and went to bed, you weren’t going to make amends tonight. You were gonna let Max sit with his words. You were gonna make him regret every speaking to you in that way.

The next morning, you thought about delaying your return even further. Maybe get breakfast before going to see Max. You wanted him to truly understand what he said to you. He thought of you as a gold-digging whore, you were gonna act like a gold-digging whore then. However when you grabbed your phone, you were met with over a hundred missed calls from, not only Max but, the entire Redbull racing team. Max, Daniel, Checo, Christian, Liam, Geri, even Carola tried calling you last night. It seemed as if everyone with your number, that Max knew, tried to call you. Your text notifications were worse. Not only did you actually receive text messages from everyone, but your social media messages were also filled. You were beginning to feel a little bad about last night. You opened your text messages with Max, scrolling to the bottom for the most recent text to read;

Max: you don’t need to come back, but at least tell me you’re safe. Christian said that if we don’t hear from you in the morning, then we’ll call the police. I need to know that you’re safe, y/n.

You were overwhelmed with guilt, regardless of how Max made you feel, you should’ve let him know that you were safe. You didn’t, you couldn’t delay any further. You raced back to him.

You thought of a thousand ways to make it up to him. How you would apologize to him, what you would say, how to explain your thought process to him. But as you got closer to the hotel room that you left him in, you slowed down. You thought about last night further.

‘Gold-digging formula one whore’ were his exact words, and you were gonna apologize to him? You wanted to laugh at yourself for being so forgetful. You were going to apologize to him, for not informing him that you were safe, but nothing else, nothing more. He needed to apologize for his words, he needed to beg for your forgiveness, he needed to make amends, not you. He caused this to all happen, not you. These were his words not yours.

You opened the hotel room door, to see him sitting on the couch, he was awake. His eyes bloodshot, when his eyes met yours, he shot to his feet. You could see his shoulders relax. The sight of him, broke your heart a little. Tears welled in his eyes, as he made his way towards you. You let the door close behind you, but you didn’t dare move a step towards him. It seemed as if one night, aged him by years. He looked exhausted, his hair sticking out in certain places, he was still in last night's clothes.

As Max stepped right in front of you, he dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around your waist. You felt his tears dampen your shirt, you were taken aback by the action. Max was not one to cry. His soft sobs made all the anger you felt from last night dissipate. You didn’t know what to do, frozen in place.

“Max,” you whispered softly, scared that you would break him, if you spoke any louder.

“I was so scared y/n,” Max whispered against your waist, as he clung to tightly, before looking up to you. You ran your fingers through his hair, taking note of the bags under his eyes.

“Did you sleep last night?” You ask, as your voice fills with worry.

Max shook his head, “I didn’t want to miss you, if you called.”

“I shouldn't have left, I’m…”

“Don’t,” Max cut you off, getting to his feet. Taking your face in his hands, tilting your head up to maintain eye contact with him, “don’t apologize, this is my fault. I should have never said such vile words to you. If I was to ever say anything disrespectful about you or towards you ever again, I shall rip my own tongue out from my mouth. You don’t deserve my drunk outburst. You don’t deserve my whiplash of emotions. You deserve someone better…”

“I don’t want someone better than you,” you grip Max’s hands as he holds your face, “I want you, and all the emotions you hold inside of you.” You stared into Max’s eyes, you could stay in this moment forever. You could be right here with him for the rest of the world’s existence.

There was a knock at the room door behind you, both you and Max hesitated to move; wanting to be in that moment with each other for a second longer. “Max,” it was Christian that called out, “did you hear from y/n?” Max pulled away first, you could feel his fingertips linger, not wanting to let go of you in the slightest.

Max sighed, as he moved to open the door, “hi, I’m sorry, she came back this morning, you were right.”

You stepped out from behind Max to present yourself, “sorry for the trouble I caused last night.” You make a mental note to apologize to the team for the trouble you caused.

Christian sighed, “are you okay?” Christian directed his question to you, he had never seen Max so worked up about anything before last night. Max was a champion at heart, he always acted like a true champion, someone that was always calm even in the most tense situations. Max didn’t allow for distractions to bother him. Until last night.

“I’m alright, I was just very angry last night,” you said, beginning to feel more guilty for causing so many people to worry. “I’m sorry, I didn’t…”

“It’s my fault, Christian,” Max spoke up, taking your hand in his. “I was drunk and I said things that I shouldn’t have, It won’t happen again.” Max turned to look at you, you could see the emotions swirling in his eyes, “It will never happen again.”

After taking a fresh shower, and getting cleaned up, you and Max went out to get breakfast together. You sat across from him at the table, on an open terrace. The sunshine highlighted his hair, to look like gold foil. “You know,” Max said, not looking up from his menu, “I've been thinking about last night, and how to make it up to you.”

“You don’t need to make it up to me,” you shook your head, as you spoke.

“You said you love me,” Max recalled, making eye contact now, “that’s the first time you ever told me you love me.”

You and Max had only been together for a short amount of time, and this was only the third race you attended with him. “And?” You asked.

“Did you mean it, or were you exaggerating to make a point?”

You couldn’t stop the confusion writing itself across your face. You wondered how broken a person had to be, to ask that type of question. “I meant it,” you said, sitting up properly in your chair, “why would you think I didn’t mean it?”

Max sighed, looking back down at the menu in his hand, “It’s been a long time since anyone said they loved me.”

“Max,” you spoke up, reaching for his hand. Max closed the menu, grasping your hand firmly, looking at you with emotions swirling through his eyes. “I love you.” You watched Max pause, taking a deep breath, before letting go of your hand and looking back at the menu. “Max,” you called out to him. He looked up at you, as tears lined his eyes. “You don’t have to say it back if you’re not ready, but acknowledge that I said something.”

“How do you know you love me? I didn’t win, I didn’t do good, I…”

“Max,” you couldn’t stop your face from filling with horror, hearing him still connect your love for him to his race finish. “I love you because you make me happy, because you always let me pull the blanket off you when we’re sleeping. Because you always let me watch my show on the tv, even if the game is on. Because you never let me open a single door when we’re together, because you make sure I walk on the inside of the sidewalk. Because you remind me to call my parents every weekend. Because you always kiss me before you leave in the morning. Because you give me the bigger piece when we’re sharing food. Because you always tell me I look pretty when we go out. I love you because you make me happy, not because of some race finish. I love you because of all the little things you do for me.”

“I love you.”

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