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#i REALLY need him to leave ferrari RIGHT NOW so i don’t have to see his ugly face all the time

cutielando · 3 days

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i don’t know what to do ~ carlos sainz

Summary: After the news broke out that Carlos wouldn’t be extending his contract with Ferrari, it leaves you both wondering what was in store for the driver in the future, if anything at all.

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♡♡♡♡♡ Nobody prepares you for the moment when your life is going to change.

There are no warnings, no signs to say “Watch Out! Your life is about to go to hell!”. There is no such thing.

You were on vacation with your fiancé, everything was going smoothly before he had to begin training for the start of the season.

Relaxing on the beach, soaking up the sun and basking in each other’s presence for a couple of more weeks before the chaos would resume.

But you didn’t expect your serenity to be completely blown out of the park with only one phone call.

You hadn’t thought anything of it when Carlos’ manager called him, having been receiving a lot of phone calls as the start of the season grew nearer and nearer. But seeing Carlos’ face as he listened was the first sign that something was definitely wrong.

It wasn’t until he ended the call that you really got a good look at him, at how pale he was and how lost his eyes were. His face held no emotion, his body rigid and his movements almost robotic.

“Amor? What’s wrong?” you took careful steps towards him, not wanting to freak him out or scare him out of his state.

He didn’t respond at first, staring at the floor and seemingly not even hearing what you were saying. He was somewhere deep in thought, not even acknowledging your presence next to him.

It worried you, the way he was staring off into space, a lost look in his eyes telling you more about his problem than he needed.

“They’re replacing me with Hamilton” you would have missed it if you hadn’t been so close to him on the bed.

At first, you thought you hadn’t heard him right. Replacing him with Lewis? Ferrari? That was not possible. Contract negotiations, to be fair, had not been going as well as you guys would have liked, but Carlos had been making progress about his contract for next season.

He had been almost confident about re-signing for another 2 years, minimum.

And yet, now everything seemed like it was for nothing. The call he had just received made his entire world crash down on top of his head, making him feel like he was drowning and there was no way out, your voice calling out to him somewhere far away, out of reach.

“Carlos, baby, I need you to talk to me” you spoke to him softly, trying to coax him out of the state he had been in for the past maybe 10 minutes.

Time seemed to stand still for Carlos, but this time, he heard you. He slowly started blinking, his surroundings coming into clear view once again. The first thing he focused on was the tight hold you had on his hand, the way your soft skin contrasted his rough ones.

Your touch, ever so gentle, lulling him back to reality.

“How could they do this to me? After everything I’ve done for this team, how can they replace me like that?” he questioned, not even knowing if he wanted an answer to his questions.

He was confused, hurt, disappointed, surprised. He didn’t know which of these feelings was more intense.

Your heart broke upon hearing the broken tone in his voice. You couldn’t even comprehend what he was saying, how it was possible that the team just stabbed him in the back like that, completely blindsiding him when they had just started figuring out the renewal of his contract.

“What am I supposed to do now?” his voice brought you back to reality, feeling him squeeze your hand tighter in his.

“I don’t know right now, but we will figure it out, like we always do. Together” you said, turning his face so he could look at you.

The moment he saw the determined look in your eyes, he slowly felt himself calming down a little. Of course, things were far from being solved, but he knew that he would figure it out with you by his side.

A couple of weeks passed since the news broke out that Ferrari would be replacing Carlos with Lewis from 2025, and the atmosphere was slowly starting to get back to normal.

Well, a certain type of normal.

After you let his entire family know about his future at Ferrari now being out of the question, Carlos Sr. had been managing the situation alongside Carlos. That involved many talks about his plans for the future, dozens of calls from team principals regarding possible contracts.

Especially after the Australian Grand Prix, almost every single team principal came calling at Carlos’ door, offering him a contract.

Your fiancé was overwhelmed, for lack of a better word. He seemed to be handling the situation fine from the perspective of someone who didn’t spend every day with him. But from your point of view? He was freaking out on the inside.

A lot of teams have approached him with both good and bad offers, some even with amazing offers any driver would take immediately.

But then why was it so hard for Carlos to settle on a team?

“Amor” you called out to him one night, seeing him hunched over some contracts in his office.

He looked up at you, tired eyes sparkling once landing on you. Your heart broke when you noticed the ever growing bags under his eyes, his forehead lined with creases. He wasn’t your Carlos, he wasn’t the happy and caring man you have come to love over the years.

You missed seeing him smile, seeing him let go of everything during his days off and just enjoying the time he would spend with his family. It seemed like your life nowadays was only filled with contracts and dozens of calls a day.

It was taking a huge toll on Carlos, and you were determined to help him out.

“What are you doing up? What time is it?” Carlos asked, confusedly looking for his phone, his eyes widening once he saw the time.

He had been huddled in his office for almost 4 hours, he even lost track of time.

“I can’t sleep without you, you know that” you explained, walking over to him and rounding the table, taking a seat on his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck for support.

He sighed heavily, tightening his hold on you and resting his head against the back of his chair.

“I’m sorry, I know I’ve been absent these past few weeks. I’m just really stressed about these contracts and can’t seem to catch a break” he apologized, closing his eyes once he felt your hands waving through his soft hair.

You hummed, focused on doing everything you could to get him to relax, even if for just a couple of minutes.

“I know you’re stressed, and I get it. But you’re overworking yourself, baby. This isn’t healthy for you, you’re wasting the little time you have at home with us on these contracts and we barely see you anymore. We all miss you, the old you” you said, your tone soft.

Carlos knew you were right, he had truly been neglecting everybody except for his manager, Carlos, whom he had been on the phone with almost constantly.

He had been overworking himself, and he needed to make it up to you. He couldn’t risk losing you because he was so caught up in worrying about his contracts. You were more important than them.

“I just don’t know what to do. I feel like whatever I do, I’ll make a mistake. I don’t know who I’ll be racing with next year for the first time in my career and I don’t know how to handle it properly” he confessed, his thumbs lazily drawing circles on the back of your thigh.

“I know, but you have to take some breaks. You’re exhausted, you’ve barely been sleeping or eating. I need you to let me take care of you” you rested your forehead against his, your palm cupping his cheek.

He nodded, closing his eyes and leaning up to peck your lips.

The feeling of his lips on yours felt like a breath of fresh air after drowning for so long. You hadn’t realized just how much you had missed him, how much you were craving his touch and the feeling of his body against yours.

You pulled away, gasping for air due to the intensity with which Carlos was kissing you.

“I promise I’m going to be better. No contracts starting from tomorrow, not anymore” he promised, making you smile and nod.

You pecked his lips once again before standing up, taking his hand and leading him towards your shared bedroom. You helped him change out of his clothes and got into bed, hugging him close to you as he rested his head against your chest.

He was asleep within a minute, the calm and soft strokes of your fingertips through his hair and down his back lulling him into a much-needed sleep.

You kissed his forehead before you let yourself fall asleep as well, basking in the warmth and comfort of your fiancé.

And, at the end of the day, no matter what the future may hold, you would always have each other.

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your-littlesecret · 2 months

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i am so glad this cursed website tumblr dot com exists so i can not see people saying ferrari should keep sainz and fire charles instead bc i only follow beautiful intelligent and correct people who do not lick the balls of a man who cannot obey team orders, don’t own up to his own mistakes and thinks he should always be the center of attention

#bubbles posts #anti carlos sainz #the amount of hatred i have for this man i SWEAR TO GOD #you wont see me hating on ANYONE more than him #i REALLY need him to leave ferrari RIGHT NOW so i don’t have to see his ugly face all the time #like literally. once he goes to another team chances are i won’t even SPEAK about him bc out of sight out of mind #didn’t even see this race but i went into instagram and then i came here and i was ‘one of those things is not right’#‘smooth operator’ such my dick

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xxblairexxss · 9 months

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Fluffy child

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader

Theme : Fluff

Word count : 2.1k

A/N : Not really sure about this one. Sorry if it’s not up to your expectation, anon!

Requested!

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"Baby, I need to go now!"

"Wait!" You yelled back and picked up your fluffy son in your arms before making your way to your boyfriend, who was all prepared to leave with his small luggage. "Teddy said bye!”

He cackled as you waved the fluffy hand while the cat was looking very unamused as he was forced to wear the shirt. "Where did you get that?”

It was a toddler size Ferrari shirt with the number 16 at the back that you ordered months ago. "From a random website! Isn’t it cute? He liked it!” You squealed and kissed Teddy’s cheek.

"I don’t think he likes it, baby. Look at the face. He’s definitely giving you a side eye.” You laughed at your boyfriend’s horrible attempt to copy the expression. "I need to go now. I love you."

"There you go.” Teddy rolled down on the floor as you crouched to place him down before wrapping your arms around Charles’ neck as he kissed you on the cheek. "I’ll miss you!"

"I’ll miss you more. Teddy, don’t get used to my absence; it’ll only be 4 days."

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"Yeah, definitely. I mean—" Charles’ attentiveness to the conversation snapped when his phone rang. A smile instantly lit up his face when he saw the heart emoji at the end of the contact’s name. He usually got a few pictures of Teddy, your cat, every day, more if he was away. There were more pictures of the cat himself than your pictures in his phone by now.

Scooting the chair a little further away from Lando and Alex, he swiped the answer button and brought the phone to his ear, anticipating your voice. "Hey, baby!"

"Charles, he's gone…"

He frowned, unable to catch the words. Your voice was shaking, and there were a lot of voices where he was currently. "Sorry, baby. I didn’t hear you. What was that?"

"Teddy’s gone…"

He heard you sniffle and choppy breathing, making his hand itching to hold you in his arms right now.

"Charles, where are you going?” Lando called out after seeing the Ferrari driver stand up abruptly.

"My room." That was all he said as he left the table and made his way to the driver’s room, away from anyone else so he could hear you clearly.

Teddyy was a kitten you found outside a library back when you were a student. He came to the family at an early stage of the relationship. Charles always preferred a dog, but you managed to change his mind, or maybe he was forced to change his mind because wherever you were, Teddy would be by your side. Even in bed. So he never really got to say no to the fluff of cloud. He was very vocal and proud of being a dad as well. In fact, people would always ask him about Teddy more than himself whenever he bumped into the fans. It surely felt like Teddy was slowly taking over the spotlight.

You woke up yesterday morning and headed to the kitchen to do your daily routine, which was to feed your child. There should be a mini-race between you and him about who got to reach the kitchen first, and he would have blasted out his vocal chords to alarm the whole apartment that he required food right there and then, but yesterday was different. He was just lying down on his bed, looking so weak that you had to bring him to the emergency vet. You stayed at the vet for hours up until he got surgery, alone and unable to ring Charles due to the time difference. It was 2 hours after the surgery that the vet told you he passed away due to the stress that the surgery caused. You were told he suffered from a disease that could be infected by a virus that was hard to detect, and it wasn’t your fault, but it definitely felt like it. You haven’t slept; you couldn’t look at his blue-coloured glass bowl without crying, and you needed Charles.

He didn’t say anything throughout the video call, which lasted for at least an hour. You were filling him up with everything that happened with your puffy eyes, messy hair bun with your knitted cardigan, and looking like a divorced housewife who couldn’t move on from their cheater husband.

"I’m all good now. A little sad," You sniffed and wiped the tears with your oversized sweatshirt sleeve that was a little darker in colour from being used as a replacement for a tissue. "but I’m good."

Charles smiled, his heart swelling from seeing the way you tried to play it off just so he wouldn’t have to worry too much. “Are you sure you are okay, angel? I can stay on the phone longer. They don’t need me until 3, at least.” His gaze went to the top left of his phone screen. It was 2:57 PM.

"No, it’s okay." You brought the phone closer and managed a smile after seeing the way he looked at you. "Good luck."

"I love you, precious. I’ll probably arrive by midnight. You don’t have to wait for me, alright?"

You rubbed your eyes, nodding to his question before waving as he ended the call. The brown, printed blanket was back clinging to your body as you turned yourself into a cocoon and scrolled through pictures of Teddy while F1TV was airing on your television with just a few hours to go before the race.

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Everything had to make the loudest sound when he needed to be quiet. The sound of his shoe against the floor, which was usually silent as the grave, had to be the loudest ever at this hour. The sound of something shuffling against the floor made him whip his head as fast as he could towards the hallway, as soon as he closed the door.

"Baby?"

The shuffling sound came faster and louder as he made his way deeper into the dark hallway and stumbled back as you threw yourself against him. Too fast that he didn’t catch a glimpse of your body coming.

“F—you scared me.” He breathed out, and his arm went around your petite frame. He didn’t turn on the light because you often fell asleep on the couch, and he would hate himself for waking you up, but every sound in the dark would be connected to a burglar. He would have thrown a kick if he hadn’t caught the lavender scent from your body wash as you crashed into him earlier. "I thought you were asleep."

"I was waiting for you."

The thumping sound filled the silence as he let go of the bag he was holding with his other hand as he held you when you started crying in his arms. "Baby…"

It felt like you had drained out every salty liquid you had left because you were dehydrated after soaking Charles’ black shirt with your tears. You were flushed red when he cackled at you as you apologised for the mess.

"You should change out of this." He jerked back as you tugged on the shirt.

"Don’t be silly. Baby, stop trying to strip me. This is an assault."

You tugged on it again. "Go and change! It probably has my snot on it."

"Okay, and?"

"It’s disgusting!"

"Just tell me if you want to see my body. There’s no need to make up an excuse.” You rolled your eyes and left the kitchen while Charles waited for the linguine noodles to cook.

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"Is it done?”

You looked adorable with the puffy eyes and his hoodie, which seemed to be twice the size of your body, but Charles refused to say it out loud because you would turn down the compliment as if he were making fun of you. "It’s done, but it’s mine.” He had eaten earlier on the plane, but he didn’t have to ask to know you hadn’t eaten anything. He knew you from the back of his hand. He also knew you wouldn’t say no to your favourite food, butter pasta, so even when you told him you weren’t hungry, he still ended up cooking the food just because he wanted you to eat.

"Can I have a bite?” You wished he didn’t hear your stomach grumble.

Your phone was placed on your lap as he feed you a mouthful so as you leaned in, and he caught a glance of a recent picture of you and Teddy on your screen. He hadn’t really gotten to ask why or what happened because it didn’t seem like you were ready for it. All he knew was that you had to bring him to the emergency room because he wasn’t responding well, and that was it. "Baby, what happened?"

"It was my fault.” You sighed, frustrated with yourself, as you pressed the bottom part of your palm against your eyes to stop the tears.

Charles placed his hand on your waist, and you felt him keep stroking his thumb against it while you tried to gather your emotions. "I should have known something was wrong when he didn’t really want to eat his food two days ago, but I thought it was because of the new brand of food that I recently bought. I’m such a bad mom."

He took the plate away before drawing you into his arms. "You were the best owner any cat could ask for, baby. There are some things that are beyond our control. It wasn’t your fault. We even bought him for a monthly checkup. We did everything we could. You weren’t neglecting him just because you couldn’t detect his sickness early. He was looking fine even before I left."

"I miss him so much..."

"I know, precious. I know." The screen of your phone lights up again from a light touch of your clothes. "How about you show me pictures of him that I haven’t seen?"

"Won’t it be boring?” You wiped your tears with your sleeves again as you went to your photo album and scrolled through thousands of pictures and videos of him throughout the year. "Have you seen this one?"

"Which one?" He pulled you closer as you laid on his chest.

"This one." You chuckled and clicked on the play button. "It was when I bought a new mouse toy for him, and he was so excited that he fell off the bed from chasing it."

He was listening to you attentively until you asked to go to sleep. Truth be told, he hadn’t slept at all, even on the plane on his way back to fight the jet lag. He nearly fell asleep standing while he was waiting for the block of butter to melt against the pan, but it was worth it to joke around, to lighten up the mood, to lend you his shoulder, ears, and shirt to soak your tears with because as he stepped into the house, he knew he had a responsibility as your boyfriend. Sleep could wait; he would be happy to watch the same video of Teddy just from different angles a hundred times if that was what made you smile.

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Charles squinted his eyes as he caught you walking back to the car with a paper bag of fruits on your left hand and something fluffy on your right. The door to the shotgun seat was opened as you got in, and the fluffy thing you were holding meowed.

He had a lot of questions, but he didn’t know where to start. He thought you said you wanted to drop by the supermarket real quick to get some fruits, and he just had to wait in the car. What was supposed to be 20 minutes turned out to be longer than that. He even had to call you to ask why you were taking so long and if you needed his help, to which you said no, and now you brought in a fluffy, moving animal as if it were part of the fruits.

"Baby, what…did you buy?“

"Oh!" You let go of the kitten and took out the small packets of everything inside the paper bag. "I bought strawberries! Blueberries and some bananas. I also got some marshmallows!”

"And what is that?” Charles arched his brow, eyes on the kitten on your lap.

"Which one?" You tilted your head.

“That..?”

“Oh! It’s a kitten!” You beamed.

"Ah, it’s a kitten! I wouldn’t have guessed. Y/N, did you think you could sneak in a kitten in the car and I wouldn’t find out about it?” He was so lost for words that he ended up chuckling.

"I found Boo on the side of the street!” You picked the kitten up and booped on the nose.

"Who is Boo? It has a name already?"

"Can we take her, please? Please, please! I can’t just leave her on the street. She was hungry too!” You cradled the kitten against your chest and tried not to make any eye contact with your boyfriend so that he would just accept his fate and drive home. “Look at the face! She reminds me of Teddy!”

"Well, she has a name already. Let’s just go home, Boo."

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fxrmuladaydreams · 8 months

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picture perfect (cl16)

charles x redbullphotographer!reader , max x reader (platonic)

summary: charles’ confession to you is anything but perfect

notes: leave me some blurb requests and I’ll hop on them as soon as I can 🤍 also i couldn’t write this without the line, and i didn’t really know how to end it so i hope it’s okay

If someone had told Charles that he’d be nervous at the sight of the Red Bull hospitality building, he’d have thought they were crazy. He had never once felt afraid of anything that had to do with the team. Not Max, not Checo, not Christian, not even the fact that they had the fastest car on the grid.

But right now, he could practically feel his heart in his throat. He’d been pacing back and forth, past the entrance to the building for a little while now. He could just walk in, but he was sure that someone would take a look at him in his overwhelmingly bright red attire and promptly escort him back outside.

He really didn’t mean to fall for the new Red Bull employee. Really, he didn’t even know most of the people who had worked for the team. It was all Max’s fault honestly.

He had bumped into the two of you a few races back. You had a camera hanging around your neck, your eyes glued to Max who seemed to be explaining something to you, neither of you really paying attention to where you were going.

Your eyes caught his for a moment, then quickly moved back to the dutch driver. Max noticed the flash of red and greeted Charles. He then introduced the monégasque driver to you, one of Red Bull’s new photographers. You shook his hand and gave him a soft smile before continuing on your way.

From then on, it seemed like there was some higher power that had kept pushing you into his life. He ran into you at media events, during race weekends, even when some of the drivers got together to hang out he’d find you sitting alongside Max, chatting with the others there.

Charles had tried to talk to you on multiple occasions, attempting to get to know you, but had never quite gotten it right.

He remembers when he approached you at a press conference. He asked how you were enjoying your job with Red Bull, joking that Max must be a hard subject to photograph. He remembers that was when he heard you laugh for the first time. Your eyes crinkled and your smile lit up the room. He broke out into a grin as well, his heart swelling with his little achievement, before he was pulled away for his media duties.

Then there was a barbecue hosted by Christian Horner, where he tried to get closer to you in a private corner of Christian’s yard. A cool breeze came in as the sun went down, and he had noticed you wrap your arms around yourself. He removed his Ferrari jacket and placed it over your shoulders. You pulled it closer against you and thanked him.

He thought he might kiss you that night. You looked perfect wrapped up in his jacket, with the moonlight shining down on you. Everything was perfect until Max came over and swung an arm over your shoulder.

“Fraternizing with the enemy?” He asks you. Before you can answer he laughs and looks over at Charles. “Don’t try to steal her mate. She’s Red Bull through and through.”

He couldn’t get a word in before Max was dragging you away to another group in the yard. Charles kept an eye on you though, his bright red jacket still hanging off your shoulders.

But today was the day he was finally going to do something about the feelings that had been consuming him. That’s how he found himself pacing in front of the Red Bull building.

It was simple really, all he needed to do was to see you, and tell you how he felt, how you made him feel. He could feel his palms get clammy just thinking about it. No girl had ever made him this nervous before, so why did you?

“Good morning Charles.” Christian’s voice broke through his thoughts. “Did you need something?” He stepped outside when he noticed the bright red figure passing back and forth.

Charles clears his throat. “No, I am just waiting for-”

“She hasn’t come in yet.” Christian smirks.

A light blush spreads over Charles’ face as he tries to find a response.

“It’s okay, she likes you just as much as you like her. You should see all of the Ferrari photos on her camera.”

Charles’ blush intensifies as he smiles, thinking about you sneaking photos of him.

You make your way down the walkway, talking with Max as per usual, Charles’ jacket draped over your arm. You glance ahead and spot Charles, giving him a smile and a small wave.

He meets you at the entrance to the building, briefly greeting Max before his attention is drawn back to you.

“Here’s your jacket back. Thank you for letting me borrow it.” You tell him, holding out the jacket.

His hand brushes against yours as he takes it from you. “No problem.”

You move to step around him, but he blocks your path. “Can I speak with you? Alone?” He glances at Max, who raises his hands and steps away from the two of you.

You can see Charles take a deep breath and shake his hands out as you take a step away from the building.

“Is everything okay?” You ask him.

He nods his head yet keeps his eyes trained on the ground in front of him. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“Are you sure you’re alright?” You take a step towards him and rest a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.

He looks up at you, then shuts his eyes, letting out a sigh. “God, you just make me feel sick.”

You drop your hand and take a step back from him. “What?” An offensive tone is clear in your voice.

His eyes shoot back up to you wide and alarmed. “No! No, no, no! That’s not what I meant!” He tries to step towards you, frowning when you take another step back. “I meant it in a good way.”

“I make you feel sick in a good way?” You raise your eyebrows at him. Part of you is ready to just walk past him and forget this exchange ever happened, but the other part feels slightly sorry for the poor boy clearly struggling to find the right words to convey his emotions.

“I am stupid. I am sorry.” He shakes his head, about to turn away and walk off, but pauses as his heart skips a beat when he feels your hand entangled with his.

You give him a small smile and nod your head. “Start over. Is everything okay?”

He takes a deep breath then takes a moment to just look into your eyes. You give him an encouraging nod, and all of a sudden the words come easy to him.

“I like you. A lot. I like seeing you during race weekends. I like seeing you when we’re just hanging out with friends. I’ve never really been afraid or nervous about anything, but you’ve changed that. I get nervous when I’m around you, and it’s not because you’re from Red Bull.” He laughs. “The point is, I like you, and I’d like to continue seeing you, possibly in a more romantic setting?” His cheeks flush pink as he waits for your response.

You can feel your face heat up at his admission as well, looking up into his sea green eyes. “I would like that very much Charles.” You tighten your hold on his hand.

He holds his jacket back out to you. “I think you should keep this then. Red looks good on you.”

“I think I’d get killed if I wore a Ferrari jacket in there.” You nod back at the Red Bull building, spotting Max, who stands inside, quickly turning away as if he wasn’t watching the whole encounter.

He glances over at Max and scoffs, shaking his head.

“Hey.” You tug on his arm, pulling his attention back to you. “I’ll see you later, alright?”

“Alright.” He smiles as you lean forward to press a kiss to his cheek before leaving him to go inside.

The rest of his day seems to drag on as he waits for it to end so he can see you. A text appears on his phone that sends a jolt of happiness through him.

Y/n ❤️

You make me sick too by the way ☺️

He laughs as he texts you back.

❤️Charles

That didn’t go as smoothly as I wanted it to go

Y/n ❤️

It was perfect 💞

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gentlyweeps-world · 5 months

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Wine and Lies 2

summary: A dinner date turns into a heartbreak. But maybe, you could get revenge.

pairing: carlos sainz x fem! reader, charles leclerc x fem! reader

warnings: alcohol consumption, toxic relationship, cheating, sexual tension

Previously: You never imagined that Carlos, your Carlos, would do this, then lie to you. You find that her name is Rebecca. She’s a model, of course she’s a model. Why are the homewreckers always models?

Clicking onto your Instagram you find that she’s following you. Rage filled your body, along with the need to throw up.

You rush off the floor and run towards the bathroom, throwing up the appetizers and wine you had.

Your phone buzzes to life next to you, showing the caller ID of your boyfriend's teammate, and Ferrari's golden boy, a smirk spreads across your face.

If Carlos could do it, you were going to do it ten times better.

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

You swipe to accept the call, “Hey Y/n..are you alright..?” You hear Charles softly say, the tone of his voice showing he already knew Carlos had cheated.

"Y/N? You there? You alright?" he asks again having not gotten a response from you. "Yeah, sorry," you reply, sitting back down on the toilet as gently as possible. "Just a lot going on right now, I don’t know what to do."

"I know what it's like..." he says quietly, trying to be there for you though his voice still betrayed the sadness there in his voice, "I think you should probably just leave him," he says after a moment's hesitation.

“I think if I tried to, it wouldn’t work” You say truthfully, knowing you and Carlos would end up back together somehow, he would never let you leave.

“Then you should dump his ass for a better option. Like me” he says a moment of silence as if realizing what he had just said.

“I’m just kidding of course, maybe.” He sighs

Your eyes widen at his suggestion, I mean you had known Charles had a soft spot for you, and sure you found him attractive but you would have never tried anything, but now, it seemed like the perfect opportunity.

“Really?” You say teasingly, getting up from the toilet and wiping off your smudged mascara.

“If you want to leave him” he says, his tone nervous and hesitant.

“Let me take you on a date”

“A date?” You muse, fixing your mascara and applying some lip gloss. “And why should I go on a date with you?” You add on.

“Cmon you know why. I’ve always wanted to see more of you” he says, and now you can hear the smile there in his tone.

“You know Carlos is an idiot who doesn’t deserve you, I’m the best option”

“Really? And you’re sure of that?” You add on, wanting to see what else he’ll say, now touching up some of your eyeshadow.

“You name the place and I'm happy to take you” he says confidently. He knows he's a good option and he wasn't afraid to let you know it.

“Hmm well, I think I’m about to go out, I’ll send you my location soon” You say before hanging up on him.

You take your time fixing your makeup and hair, then you change into a red dress you know Carlos loves, you also know Charles would love it too.

You hear the door to your apartment slam open and shut, then footsteps lead to your bedroom, turning you see an annoyed Carlos.

“Why weren’t you at the restaurant?” He asks, his voice stern. “Because I had a much better alternative. Why did you decide to ruin us?” You say standing and looking at Carlos in anger, “I know about her, I know you slept with someone else, and I know Im better than her” you say and he looks shocked that you know.

Hearing his silence you add on, “So if you don’t mind, I’m going out”. Grabbing your purse and shoving past him.

“Where are you going?” Carlos asks angrily, grabbing your wrist and yanking you back towards him.

“It doesn’t fucking matter to you” You hiss out to him, yanking your wrist out of his grip.

“You don’t own me” You add on glaring at him. “It does matter to me” he hisses back, “ you belong to me” he says and you know just the thing to say to piss him off now.

“I belong to Charles”, you say and you immediately see a red flash in his eyes because god did he hate being compared to Charles.

“So go seek out Rebecca, I’m sure she’d love to hear you complain” You add on, opening the door to your apartment and shutting it behind you as you walk off to a nearby club.

You get a call a few minutes later, a call you know who it is from. It's Charles but before answering you decide to enjoy the power trip of letting him wonder why you aren't answering.

You arrive at the club and instantly beeline to the bar, ordering a gin tonic.

Grabbing your phone from your purse you text Charles your location with no further explanation, excited to get your revenge.

It’s not long before he arrives, the club a bit quieter than others but still pretty busy he finds you and comes over and orders himself a vodka tonic.

“Hey” he says smiling at you, as he takes a sip from his drink, his eyes wandering as he takes you in.

“Hi..” You say with a smirk, slowly checking him out as you sip at your drink.

"God, you look even better than I imagined" he says, taking another sip of his drink and getting a bit closer to you.

"I'm glad Carlos is an idiot, otherwise I might not have been able to see you tonight" he says teasingly.

“That makes two of us then..” You say softly, moving in closer to him as you place your hand on his arm, knowing that someone will probably be taking pictures, which is exactly what you want.

He feels your touch and he smirks, his eyes darting across you, imagining what he'd like to do with you, how you'd feel like in his arms, and his hands.

"Shall we get out of here?" he asks, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“Let’s stay awhile, no need to rush anything..” You whisper back, drinking some of your gin tonic, needing the alcohol.

"You're right" he says, and he puts his arm around your back leaning in close. His eyes wander down your body, and you want to kiss him. You want to feel his breath on your neck, his lips on your skin.

He notices where your eyes go to and he looks back up at you, you're so close now and you smell good. He moves in slowly, his lips so close to yours.

With a smirk you pull away from him, “Let’s go dance” You say, finishing off your gin tonic you place the empty glass on the bar and leave some cash for the bartender.

You walk away from Charles, making your way to the dance floor area. It was relatively crowded and the music had gotten louder, almost to the point you couldn’t really hear anyone else.

Charles follows you closely looking at your body as he sees it sway with each move you make, the music drowning out everything else and all there is left is the sound of your breathing, and your heartbeat.

He gets close to you once again this time pressing his chest to your back, the heat between the both of you intense. His hands travel to your waist, guiding your hips against his.

You can feel his hard chest against you, his hands on your waist, a low groan leaves him as he guides your hips against his, moving in time with you, as you both move your bodies against each other.

“This is perfect,” he says softly in your ear. “It is..” You say, forgetting about Carlos, solely focused on Charles.

“How long have you wanted this?” he asks softly, his voice low, only you can hear it in the loud club.

“How long have you wanted me?” he adds, his voice sounding almost demanding.

“Tell me.”

“Months..” You whisper out, but that wasn’t the truth. You knew that this, between you and Charles, was just to get at Carlos.

But who’s to say you couldn’t have your fun with it? Charles is, after all, an attractive guy. And you had a soft spot for him. You knew you already had him wrapped around your pinky, just like Carlos. It was time for you to have your fun.

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Hi! I’m so excited you’ve open your requests, can I ask one with Lewis where you work with Toto and are like his little girl, so you get along and are close.

You’ve been secretly in love with him for a while so you try to help and been there for him now that Merc is struggling with the car, so after one race weekend like this one (😪) you try to confort him but he takes his anger on you.

The following week at the factory you’re distant and he starts to miss you…

The end is on you.

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Confession | Lewis Hamilton

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Slight angst but fluff

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The Monza race weekend was here… is it hypocritical of me to say it’s one of my favourites if I’m working for Mercedes ? You can’t deny that the vibe and energy of tifosi doesn’t hype you up even if you’re not a fan of Ferrari.

I couldn’t wait to start posting content for the weekend, I mean it is my job anyway - social media admin. It’s a fun job, not gonna lie. I think it’s quite evident that I spend most of my time posting about Lewis’s paddock outfits than anything Mercedes related. For starters, it’s valid to post Lewis because he’s obviously part of the team and secondly, who isn’t waiting to see the Sir Lewis Hamilton fashion week every race weekend ? Am I right..

I think trying to hide my crush or love should I say for Lewis isn’t working considering that some fans have even commented that it’s ‘quite obvious that admin has a soft spot for Lew’. I’m really exposing myself on main. As extroverted as I am, I can’t help but get shy and quite around Lewis, still bold enough to compliment his outfits everyday on race weekends - if I don’t comment, it’s obvious that something is wrong.

I’d like to think that Lewis and I are somewhat best friends considering we spend more time off-track than on-track. However, I’m starting to re-think that seeing how he’s keeping his distance from me. I eventually just had to work up a nerve to just march over to him and ask him what’s wrong. He finished his interviews and he came back into the hospitality. I approached him with a soft smile, “Hey, are you okay ?” I asked softly. “I’m fine” he abruptly said and brushed my shoulder with his as he walked past. I followed behind him and waited till we were in the hallway to speak up again. “I know something is on your mind. You know you can talk to me Lew, I’m always here for you” I said softly.

“(Y/N) I really couldn’t care to talk to you right now ! Can you just leave me alone ?” He said harshly. Thank god no one was around because I probably would’ve died of embarrassment. My smile fell and I felt a pain in my chest. “Sorry” I said lowly and walked away in the opposite direction.

I avoided him for the rest of the day as he asked. This was the first time he ever raised his voice at me and I was quite hurt to say the least. Usually post-race we’d meet up and go out for dinner or just spend the evening talking in either one of our rooms. I didn’t bother waiting for him after I stuck around for the team briefing, I went straight to the hotel and I was ready to go back to England. So much for thinking we could celebrate him racing for 2 more years.

Luckily I didn’t have to change my flight since I was already scheduled to leave for my flight back home at 8PM. Once I was back home and to myself, I noticed Lewis had posted on his Instagram. Low-key saddened to not receive a message from him yet. I guess it’s a sign I need to get out of my deluded space and get over him.

At a time like this not gonna lie that I hated my job because so much for trying to get over Lewis, posting about him on the teams social media is part of the job.

It’s Wednesday and we have a team meeting at the factory. I really wish I could sit this one out but unfortunately I can’t. I smiled at all the familiar faces as I clocked in and was so relieved to see Toto. “Ahh (Y/N) ! I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages, you’ve been distant lately” he said as he pulled me in for a hug. “Toto, it’s only been 3 days since the race” I reminded him. “I know, but usually you’re always around after the team briefing on Sundays and even on off days, I hear from you. Everything okay ?” He asked concerned as he had an arm around my shoulder and lead the way.

“Oh yeah everything’s fine, the travelling and the energy from Monza just drained me this weekend. I just needed to de-stress these past few days” I sighed. “Of course, I suggest maybe taking an early holiday to Singapore” he suggested. “Sounds good to me, why don’t you and Susie join me ?” “I’ll let her know and get back to you on that” he smiled as he pats my back. Almost as if on cue, Lewis approached us. “You finally made it” Toto joked. “Sorry I’m late, uncle duties” he shrugged.

I felt so uncomfortable, I wish I could’ve been swallowed up into a hole. “No worries, (Y/N) kept me company” he smiled at me. I glanced up at Toto before stealing a glance at Lewis who was already looking at me with a soft smile.

“Oh, would you look at that, George is here ! Let me just go greet him” I excused myself and walked over to George. “Hey you !” I cheerfully said. “(Y/N/N) ! So good to see you. Carmen and I missed you on Sunday” he said as he then pulled me in for a hug. “Aww sorry I had to take off suddenly, had some things to sort at home” I sighed. “Ahh well we always have the next race weekend” he suggested. “Yeah of course. How’s my bestie doing..where is she ?” I asked. I could literally feel a pair of eyes burning at the back of my head. “She’s at home. You should stop by later if you have time” he smiled. “Aww that’s sweet. Thanks for the offer, I’ll try” I smiled back and just then we were disrupted to gather everyone for the factory meeting.

I don’t know why my brain told me to look back…and I actually did. Of course, it’s Lewis looking right at me. I ignored him and walked past him with George by my side.

After the factory meeting, both George and Lewis practiced ahead of Singapore on the simulator. Our team photographer, Steve, had then sent me the pictures he took for today for me to post onto the team socials. I was in my own cubicle, organising posts and captions until I heard a “hey !” from behind me. “Heyy !” I enthusiastically replied. I turned around on my chair to be faced with Lewis.

“Oh. It’s you” I said as my smile dropped. “Ahh you’re never this disappointed to see me and you’re so distant lately” he said causally. “Are you forgetting what you told me on Sunday ? You said and I quote I couldn’t care to talk to you right now, leave me alone !” I whisper yelled. “Can we talk somewhere more private ?” He motioned to the room a few metres away. I rolled my eyes and followed behind him. “Look (Y/N/N)..I’m really sorry for the way I acted. It was immature and uncalled for. I should’ve never taken my anger out on you... It’s unfortunate that I hurt those that I love and care for, you deserve better” he said as he took a step closer and held my hands in his.

I sighed, “Lew, it’s okay.. I get it. It’s normal to get upset, no one is expected to be happy all the time. You had a bad race, and it is what it is…you’re forgiven” “Those words just made my day. I didn’t know how to message you because I felt bad, and I needed to see you in person to get everything off my chest” he cleared his throat and had a more serious expression. “You made me realise a lot in these few days we were apart… I’m in denial about my feelings” he huffed. “Okay ? Lew I’m not getting you” I raised a brow in confusion. “Life isn’t complete without you in it. Not hearing your laugh or seeing you and that beautiful smile that lights up the room made me realise what I’m missing… I’m falling in love with you (Y/N)” he softly said with a smile.

My heart was racing. I could feel my hands getting clammy. I was at a loss for words. “Please say something” he softly said. “I’m sorry I’m just speechless. This is so surreal. I’ll be honest with you, I’ve been in denial about my feelings for a while, I tried to convince myself that the less I see you then the better… but I couldn’t. You made it so hard for me when you look so fine, and I have to post pictures of you -“ I rambled. “Did you just call me fine ?” He smirked and raised a brow. “Did I ? Oh my god. I- ugh you’re making this hard” I pouted as I noticed his eyes went from making eye contact to subtly switching to my lips.

I didn’t even have time to realise what was going on until I felt the butterflies. He cupped my cheek and placed his lips on mine. I kissed back and placed a hand around his neck to pull closer. “Lewis, have you seen-“ the door burst opened by George. I broke away and felt embarrassed by getting caught in the act. “Found her. Uhm sorry to interrupt, was going to ask if you’re coming over (Y/N/N) but seems like you already have plans” George winked. “Righttt see yourself out mate” Lewis motioned to the door. “Lew !” I playfully hit his chest. “See you love birds around” George said lastly before leaving. Momentarily, Lewis and I turned to look at each other. “So, your place or mine ?” He smirked

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tommydarlings · 1 year

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Just relax | c.s & c.l

pairing: dom!carlos x dom!charles x sub!reader

warnings: smut, dacryphilia, pussy slapping, brief mention of spitting

w/c: 2.2k

summary: You really thought that Carlos, who’s basically your boss, needs some help with the informations of the upcoming projects, but you never thought that it was just a trap from the two Ferrari drivers to help you relax… in a very loud and messy way.

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“Y/n! Can you please come real quick!?” Carlos asked you loudly. You, as the nice and perfect media assistant of Ferrari that you were, you obviously immediately obeyed and made your way over to him.

Carlos quickly checked you out, eyes going over your body in a rather slow motion as you looked up at him, waiting for him to tell you what to do.

“Yeah?” You asked him innocently. Hands clutching onto the various random stuff in your arms that Carlos had no idea of.

His eyes went up to your face again, “Can we quickly talk about some of the upcoming projects you suggested to me and Charles?” He asked you politely.

You furrowed your brows since you actually already explained everything to him and his teammate but these two are basically your chef’s so you also can’t say no.

But then you nodded, “yeah, sure.” You muttered before the Spaniard opened the door and let you enter his driver room.

What you didn’t realise tho, was that while you were entering his rather small room, Carlos removed his eyes from your smaller frame and looked over to Charles standing just a few feet away from Carlos’s room, lips slowly forming into a smirk while he tilted his head towards the door, towards you.

Both of their usually so bright and happy eyes now dark and filled with nothing else than lust.

Charles briefly leaned into mattia's ear and told him a quick, 'be right back' before he uncrossed his arms and made his way towards Carlos's drivers room, entering it right before Carlos closed the door behind him after he also entered the room.

You turned around as soon as you heard the lock on the door turning, “Oh! Hello Charles, congratulations to P2!” You congratulated him happily with a smile on your face.

“Oh, let’s see if your still gonna wear that pretty little smile on your lips when we're done with you cariño.” Carlos mumbled very quietly, eyes not leaving your frame while Charles eyes were also focused on you, smirk only growing as soon as he heard the words of his teammate.

You tilted your head with a grin on your face, “what?” You shook your head, basically asking Carlos to repeat his sentence again since you haven’t understood it.

He also shook his head before he quickly glanced over to Charles, “nothing cariño, nothing.” You were already used to the Spanish nickname Carlos gave you months ago.

“okay?” You whispered mainly to yourself, hands still clutching on the notebooks you were carrying.

Charles eyes briefly looked over to Carlos before he took slow steps towards you, until you had to look up at the monagueque. You gulped and put another innocent and kind hearted smile onto your lips.

He licked his lips before he raised one of his hands and grabbed your notebooks, pulling them out of your hands and laying them down onto the small table next to you. After that, Carlos removed his Ferrari cap and also threw it onto the table next to your work stuff.

Carlos's hand went trough his slightly sweaty hair, fingers ruffling through his soft dark hair as his eyes scanned your body.

“No! I need that for the things I need to discuss with Carlos-”

“Believe me mon amour, for the discussion that we're about to have, you don’t need your work related stuff.” Charles quickly interrupted you.

You furrowed your brows and pulled your gaze away from Charles and looked at Carlos. Then you put your gaze back to the man standing infront of you, confusion covering your face whilst the two men in the room with you didn’t say anything, only looked with a kind of dark expression at you.

“But, c-carlos… I though you wanted-”

“I know what I wanted y/n, I’m not dumb.” He told you in the meanest tone you ever heard coming out of his mouth, at least for Carlos usual so kind tone it was rather mean in your opinion.

“But now he wants something else, and I do too.” Charles muttered. You shook your head, not understanding their intentions.

Carlos slowly came closer to you, now standing right next to his teammate as he spoke up,

“You always work so much cariño.” The Spaniard mumbled while both of their eyes were scanning your body, gliding in a slow and pretty visible motion over your black skirt and red blouse.

“You deserve a tiny break don’t you think so, hmm?” Charles added, fingers brushing a strand of your hair out of your face and behind your ear.

You gulped, finger clutching onto your skirt since you were pretty nervous and didn’t quiet know what to do and what the two man want from you. You shook your head,

“N-No, I mean… it’s fine, you know? It’s my job and I really enjoy my job here at Ferrari so it’s okay that I always have to work so much.” You quickly nodded along your words, eyes looking up at the two drivers.

Carlos sighed and relaxed his shoulders a bit, “You still deserve a tiny break baby, you do… trust us.” He mumbled before he went past your standing figure and sat himself down onto the small red couch in his driver's room.

Charles briefly left your gaze and looked over to his teammate who only briefly nodded at him but you didn’t noticed that, too lost in your own thoughts.

“Why don’t you let us take a bit of care of you?” Charles tilted his head as he asked you that.

Carlos spread his legs, manspreading onto the comfy couch as soon as he noticed Charles taking slow steps towards you, forcing you to walk backwards.

The back of your legs hit the couch and you swiftly turned around only to see Carlos eyes quickly pulling his eyes away from your ass and looking you deep in the eyes. Charles leaned forwards so that his mouth hovered right above your ear,

“Just relax.” He whispered into your ear, palms catching your hips and slowly letting you fall back right onto his teammate's lap.

You gasped as soon as Carlos’s hands got a hold of your hips while Charles got on his knees infront of you. Carlos gently turned his head and ran his nose along your cheek and temple before he aligned his mouth with your ear just like Charles did,

“This is okay, right cariño?” He asked you softly. Fingers slowly gliding along your thighs and lifting up your black skirt but not past your hips, eagerly waiting for your permission.

You swallowed and put your gaze back to Charles who’s on his knees infront of you, hands removing your heels and putting them carefully to the side, obviously doing that while holding eye contact with, also waiting for your answer.

After a few seconds of thinking, you nodded.

Carlos just wanted to nod with his head, smile already forming on his lips but Charles quickly slapped his leg, grabbing his attention.

The Spaniard looked at him with furrowed brows. Charles only raised his brows before he silently mouthed him the word 'words'. Carlos confusion disappeared.

“Well, tell her Leclerc.” Carlos told his teammate.

Charles turned his focus back on you and stood up while he had a rather tight grip on your thighs, spreading them and bending them so that your knees touched your red blouse.

His nose was so close to touching yours, smirk covering his soft lips while his eyes were watching your facial expressions.

He raised his hand brushed the tip of his pointer finger along your jaw, “you will only answer us with words, am I clear?”

You gulped and quickly turned your head to look at Carlos but Charles didn’t really like that so he tightened his pointer finger and thumb so that you weren’t able to look at his teammate.

“Am I clear?”

“y-yes.” You answered quietly, eyes not daring to leave his eyes.

Carlos chuckled into your ear before he gave you a quick kiss onto your temple and cheek.

“Good.” He mumbled happily while Charles fingers briefly squeezed your cheeks together and kissed your nose before he went back down onto his knees inform of you, properly bending your legs again.

He started to trail kisses up the inside your legs, a few on your left leg while holding eye contact with you and then switching sides to kiss your other leg.

While Charles was slowly kissing his way up your legs, Carlos hands left your hips and opened the button do your blouse, revealing your white bra, matching with your thong.

You were to focused on Carlos eyes watching how his big hands opened every single one of the tiny buttons and opening up your red blouse that you didn’t even notice at first how Charles’s hands removed your thong, throwing it carelessly away.

“Tellement jolie mon amour.” So pretty my love.

Charles told you quietly while his fingers were gently touching the soft skin of your thighs, eyes admiring your already slightly wet cunt with heart eyes.

You jumped a bit when the monagueque closed his mouth around your clit and kissed it, tip of his wet tongue touching your clit as he closed his eyes and groaned, making it very visible to his teammate that your pussy obviously tastes very delicious.

You turned your head only to see the Spaniard watching his teammate eating your pussy, kissing it and licking it, flicking your clit with his eyes closed.

Carlos hand now removing your red blouse, palm squeezing one of your breast. “Does that feel good cariño.” He asked you in a quiet but deep tone, eyes focusing on your cunt that’s currently getting eaten by his teammate.

“Hmm?, already feeling relaxed?” Carlos mouth now gently kissing the back of your neck while he whispered these words.

You closed your eyes, head falling backwards onto Carlos shoulder before you felt how Charles stopped eating you out to slap his palm down onto your pussy, making you jump once again.

“Owwww!” You whined loudly but couldn’t say anything else due's Carlos hand covering your mouth and shooting you a dark gaze.

“Silencio.” Be quiet. Carlos ordered you deeply. Your teary eyes put their gaze back onto Charles infront of you.

“Answer him.” He demanded quietly, thumb now slowly rubbing your clit in circular motions. You swiftly nodded before Carlos removed his palm and let it slide down to your breast again.

“Y-Yes, it feels g-good.”

“I knew it.” Carlos mumbled proudly, one hand now sliding down until it reached your abdomen.

The Spaniard quickly raised his head a bit and looked at his teammate, Charles slowly retreated his hand from your clit and kissed it one last time before he entered your slit with his tongue, both hands now spreading your legs again.

As soon as Charles removed his fingers from your puffy clit, Carlos raised his hand for a brief second to spit on his fingers, lowering them again to spread it all around your clit.

His other hand left your breast and made it’s way down to your pussy, pointer and middle finger spreading your lips do he had better access to your clit and Charles got better access with his tongue to your entrance.

You gasped and chocked your own breaths as Charles are you out with his wet tongue, nose also lightly hitting your clit while Carlos was gently rubbing it with his fingertips, breathing right into your ear.

“Perfecto para nosotros.” So perfect for us. Carlos quietly whispered into your ear, making your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Tears filled your eyes, making it hard to see, “Oh m-my god.” You whined in a high pitched tone, fingers squeezing Carlos's thighs. “It f-feels so g-good, so-,” you choked on your breath but Carlos 'shh'd' you, trying to calm you down a bit, knowing that you probably feel quiet a lot right now.

“Go on baby, finish what you wanted to say.” Carlos muttered while he glided his nose along your jaw.

“S-So perfect.”

Charles chuckled into your pussy. The vibrating feeling catching you quite off guard as Carlos went a bit faster with his fingers, nose and mouth not leaving your heated skin.

“P-Please!” You whined loudly as Charles went deeper with his tongue and Carlos faster with his fingers. “O-Oh my fucking god, p-please.” You desperately cried out as tears ran down your temple, also covering Carlos’s lips.

Charles moaned into your drenched cunt, fingers having a tight grip onto your thighs as Carlos breathing got a tiny bit heavier, just like yours.

Carlos licked his lips and smiled, “are you gonna cum for us cariño?” He asked you, Charles eyes now watching your glassy ones looking down at him. You nodded wildly,

“y-yes.”

The monagueque started to move his tongue in and out of you, burying it deep inside of you as Carlos’s fingers didn’t slow down. Carlos kissed your cheek one last time while Charles groaned into your pussy again.

“Cum for us baby, just relax and enjoy the feeling, or rather, feelings.” Carlos quickly mumbled into your ear, fingertips still assaulting your wet clit as Charles slowly started to slow down and removed his head.

You exhaled a deep breath, tears not stopping, still covering your entire face as Charles stood up and Carlos fingers stopped.

Charles bit his lip whilst his eyes looked down at yours,

“And now it’s your turn to get onto your knees ma jolie.” my beautiful women.

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DELICATE✰ CHARLES LECLERC.

ii. do you really wanna know where i was april 29th?

— the one where you and him end up in the same room at the same time.

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Baku, Azerbaijan, April 29th.

HERE, here is where you end up when you let your agent say yes to every commercial offer you get no matter how random it is. And one day late, to top things off. Many people are angry at you, and you’re getting an earful as soon as the cameras shut down, but for now all you can do is laugh at terrible jokes, like the lady that you are, pretend to sip the frankly horrendous energy drink your manager keeps handing you, and appear very sorry about your previous absence.

You’re not even supposed to be here, you had no idea signing the stupid contract with Red Elix forced you to come to every sponsor event that they had. Having become the most recent sponsor for Ferrari’s F1 team, the men in charge couldn’t wait to show you off, their most important ambassador. Or their shiniest toy, it's all semantics.

"Come on, the shootout is about to start!" the old man whose name you have already forgotten holds your hand, leading you away from the refreshments table where you're looking something drinkable, preferably with alcohol, although it wouldn't help your jetlag.

You spent the eighteen hours of your flight on a F1 binge, because you weren't about to make a fool of yourself by showing up to a Grand Prix having zero idea of whatever was going on other than the cars going really, really fast. Some things are still mildly confusing, like the point distribution and why on Earth there is a sprint race and then a 'real' race the next day. But you're proud of your ability to retain information, you're an actress after all, there are a hundred scripts loaded into your brain.

"We root for the red cars, sweetheart," the man is still holding your hand and it's starting to feel gross, it's papery and sweaty at the same time. It's like he's talking to a child, ennunciating slowly and clearly, and then pointing at the screen where they take turns to focus on drivers sixteen and fifty-five.

Unsurprisingly, you'd figured as much, you're in the Ferrari Suite, everything is fucking red. A wave of annoyance runs through you, but you're used to men being patronizing, so you just smile and take the chance to slip your hand out of his grip, covering your face coyly. "I'll keep an eye on them!"

He turns around after laughing at your 'cuteness' or stupidity, really. Men love laughing at women, especially those whom they deem to be dumb.

"Could you please, please, get me some water? Not Elix, not anything else, water." you whisper to your manager just as he's made himself comfortable to watch the Sprint Shootout. He sends a resented look your way but still gets up from his chair to get you a closed bottle of water. Walter is being forced to be here as much as you are, at least he doesn’t have a contract that keeps him tied to Elix for every race.

The man from before is talking to you again and you try your best not to shut down and tune him out. He's explaining the rules of the Shootout but you couldn't care less about anything that leaves his mouth, also the cars are already coming out of their respective garage and there's so much noise it doesn't even matter how much he adjusts the volume of his voice.

Charles and Carlos, you have learned their names after an hour of having their enlarged picture stare at you from the main wall of the Suite. Charles ended up in first place and he's starting P1 later and tomorrow. Nice. Carlos is struggling a little, apparently, but seeing how fast these silly cars go and how tight the curves are, you can't blame him.

As soon as the Shootout is over, there is chaos again. You are dragged here, there and back, forced to smile for pictures with strangers who have the audacity to squeeze your waist and whisper in your ear, well, that's definitely worse than having to drink the Red Elix.

There is another rush as both drivers come back for a debrief and to get some rest before the Sprint, they're a blur surrounded by people in red uniforms blabbering instructions, and the shouts of 'good job!' and 'i love you!' that have followed them from the paddock.

"Mr. Schafer…” a boney boy with glasses leans down to talk to the guy that has branded you as his for the evening.

Schafer gives him a dirty look, annoyed by the interruption of his incredibly boring story about how he is a self-made multimillionaire. "What?" he barks.

"They- they said not now," the boy whispers shyly, no, not shyly, scared. "They said the drivers need to focus, but maybe later after the Sprint..."

A can of Elix flies in the air and you look in poorly disguised repugnance at the way it puddles close to your Air Force sneakers. The boy has taken a step back, now visibly shaking and your disgust is redirected to the man that just yelled at him and is throwing a temper tantrum.

"Not right now?!" he continues, face turning purple. "What if I had said 'not right now' when they asked me to give them MY money, huh?!"

"T-they said—"

"I don't care what they said! It's your job to get the pictures of them with the Elix! You're useless!"

Other people are staring at you, including most of the Ferrari Hospitality Team, and it makes you feel embarassed that they have most likely pegged you as similar to Schafer from how inseparable you are.

"Why don't we calm down a bit?" you soothe, forcing yourself to run your hand down his arm and back up. "You know how these pilots are, divas at best."

You don't know either of the guys who have disappeared inside the Suite, and by the looks the Hospitality Team gives you once again, you're certain you are completely mistaken. But you don't care, because the media boy is giving you a grateful look, and although he's still visibly fuming, the money guy has stopped yelling.

"You're right sweetheart," Schafer says patting your hand and taking it back to his arm. "Later, then." he warns the media boy, who takes that as his sign to run away.

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Ferrari is full of hope and celebrations when the Sprint ends, you're once again paraded around but at least it's way more fun this time. You get to be near the podium and witness first-hand whatever rituals they play out. The fun is short-lived though, when you are warned by your manager that Mr. Schafer wants to take you out to dinner tonight, you don't have or want to know more, you know what he wants to achieve.

You walk back to the Suite with your manager, trying your best to avoid Mr. Schafer, who is frantically looking for you. He's missing his arm-candy badly.

Your jetlag has worsened, and you have a terrible headache, plus however much Elix you've drank despite taking the smallest sips possible, is making you nauseous.

You need five minutes to yourself. It's all you ask for. You haven't even been able to get a break in the fucking bathroom. Your manager is constantly yelling, already getting his own frustration out on you for whatever shit the Elix team gave him after you missed the first day of the Grand Prix.

In the midst of the chaos, you slip away. Eager to find a place to breathe and enjoy your own company. Or dissociate, again, semantics.

You find yourself in front of two doors with the numbers sixteen and fifty-five identifying whom they each belong to. They are empty, and you know it because both drivers are still in their debriefing/celebration/whatever else they could be doing that once again, won't allow them to pose for the Elix post-race photos.

You are at a crossroads, you are well aware this are private rooms for a reason, but you also know there isn't anywhere more deserted than these rooms.

Sixteen or fifty-five? Who is least likely to freak out if by any miscalculation on your part they found you here? Well, one of them ended the day on a happier note than the other, so...

You open the door marked with the number sixteen and sigh in relief. Five minutes and that's it. Then you can go back and play dumb to Schafer and beg for you manager to finally take you to the hotel.

There is a miscalculation on your part, and five minutes later, just as you're about to get up and leave (after stealing one bottle of water and a granola bar from Charles' stash) the door opens again, revealing the disheveled driver, holding a small plaque with a number two in one hand and a Pirelli cap in the other. He is far more handsome up close, there isn't a screen or photograph that does him justice, and you've seen plenty of both during the day.

"You are not supposed to be here," is the first thing he says, frowning.

"I know," you feign nonchalance as best you can, although you are embarrassed. "I was leaving."

Charles still wears that confused expression on his face, and it makes you glad it hasn't changed to anger. "What were you doing here?"

"Stealing your refreshments," which is not a lie, as you're still holding both things in one hand, not without struggle.

He's not freaking out, which comes across as strange. How many times has he come to his private room to find a random girl waiting for him?

"Should have taken the Elix," he mutters, throwing the Pirelli cap in the empty part of the couch you had been occupying minutes before. "That thing is disgusting."

You can't help but chortle a laugh. "Glad you think so,"

Awkward silence finally falls in the room, and you know that's the signal for you to exit. You're still invading his privacy and while you're glad he really didn't seem to mind, you don't know how much longer he will be so patient.

"Don't tell anyone you were here, okay?" he calls after you, "Someone might get fired."

You nod but he doesn't see you, already minding his own business in his little private bubble. You're jealous to leave him in a space all to himself.

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It takes an hour to get both drivers and you in the same room for the pictures Elix is dying to get. This is far from ridiculous, but you have a contract and so does Ferrari, so you don't have much of a choice.

"Are you feeling better?" Charles asks, and you think he's talking to his team mate until he clears his throat right in front of you. He's holding the Red Elix, just like the one in his private room.

"Who? Me?" you ask stupidly, and then you take a sip of the Gold Elix in your hand, it's so much worse than the Red.

"Yes, you."

"I'm okay, why?" you're suddenly defensive, this is the second time this guy sees you and he's acting all weird.

"Good," he says and also drinks from his Elix, failing to hide his distaste with a purse from his lips. "This thing is really gross," he whispers, and this time his teammate does join the conversation only by laughing.

Both must be exhausted and yet they're trying to put on a good show for the sponsors.

"I'm sorry about intruding in your room," you lower your voice, squeezing your drink.

Charles shrugs lightly, and drinks again, this time without grimacing. "Sometimes I need five minutes too."

You smile, and it's the first sincere smile you've shown all day.

"My mum likes your movies," he says casually, as someone yells that you need 'just one more picture, please!'

You dread the part where he says something along the lines of "Supercut is the best!" but instead, after he stops the automatic motion of taking the red can to his lips, he adds: "I like Loneliness, it's so depressing."

And you throw your head back to laugh.

─── team principal radio: ❝hello! thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed! i would appreciate to know your thoughts too! ♡❞

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heliads · 6 months

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Hi!! I’m so excited your request are open I love your work!! I would like to request Charles leclerc x reader where he finds out the girl he has a crush on is a street racer and decides to finally approach her and talk ending up in him asking her out on a date. I hope this makes sense, sorry if it doesn’t 🥲💗

'first sight' - charles leclerc

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Charles Leclerc has never found himself as thoroughly engrossed in the dynamics of street racing as he is right now. He has, of course, been vaguely aware of it before, as someone who was born in Monaco’s lap of luxury and then subsequently indoctrinated in the grand and glorious art of racing sports cars, but not like this. Never like this.

If he were in the mood to be particularly honest, Charles would admit that he’s not just interested in street racing all of a sudden because of the same need for speed that’s consumed his life and led him to Formula One. Nor is he here because he’s developed a taste past sports cars to souped up tin cans. No, he’s here because of one driver, a woman. A woman named Y/N L/N.

See, this was never Charles’ intent. He would have been able to skip this unfortunate little obsession in his life were it not for the fact that he’s best friends with Pierre, and Pierre is way too fond of his girlfriend Kika to ever say no to her. So, when Kika begged Pierre to come with her to watch a friend’s street race, Pierre decided that he simply couldn’t do it alone and forced Charles to tag along as well, because of course there’s nothing Charles likes more than third wheeling the two of them on yet another flirtatious date night.

Charles had assumed it would be another long night of alternating between wishing he was back home, worrying he should be on the simulator more often, and wondering if he should have dragged along a brother or two so he wouldn’t have to watch Pierre and Kika ogling each other for the thousandth time that night. However, all of that changed when Kika led them over to meet her friend Y/N, who was racing that evening.

Charles is no stranger to pretty people. Every race, some new slew of celebrities gets a tour of the Ferrari motorhome. Charles has seen plenty of actresses and singers pose by his car and wear his merch, but it’s never really meant anything to him. He can tell when they’re fans or if they’re just doing it for good PR. Most celebrities are just people in higher tax brackets with higher rates of avoiding their taxes. You meet one, you meet them all. No amount of perfect smiles or dazzling faces can change that.

Y/N, though, was different. She was gorgeous, and Charles immediately felt as if he might have been run over by his own car several times. One look from her and he was lost in it, tumbling over and over in his mind. She had this charming confidence that Charles could only wish to emulate, the sort of ease you get when you know you’re better than everyone and don’t need to remind people of it because you know you’ll prove it the second you get to work.

If it were not obvious by now, Charles is in love, alarmingly so. Even after Kika makes some quick introductions and Charles manages to shake Y/N’s hand and stammer out a few pleasantries about it being a nice night for a race, he’s still left wishing he could get himself together long enough to be a real human being. Y/N probably thinks he’s insane, but she’s still smiling when she leaves them, so at least he hasn’t done too terribly.

Pierre, by contrast, seems to think otherwise. Y/N is barely out of earshot when the other driver turns him, unable to hide his laughter. “Charles, man, what was that? You look like you forgot your own name.”

“I don’t need to remember mine,” Charles murmurs, watching Y/N go, “Just hers.”

Pierre rolls his eyes. “Be serious. You fall in love a hundred times a week.”

Charles sputters indignantly. “That is not true. And besides, this is different.”

Pierre can’t persuade him otherwise. The drivers on the scene that night start their engines, and Charles watches from the sidelines, captivated, as Y/N accelerates to an early win. Once the race is over, Y/N runs over to Kika, who embraces her friend with an excited hug.

“Well?” Y/N asks Charles once she’s released from Kika, “What does the Formula One driver have to say about that? Fast enough for you even without V6 engines?”

Charles does his best not to fall to pieces. “Um, yeah. It was very great.”

She flashes him a bright grin. “Perfect. See you at the next race, Leclerc.”

With that, she pushes back into the crowd, receiving congratulations and praise from her other friends. Pierre is grumbling something about not getting asked as well since Charles isn’t the only F1 driver around, but Charles just laughs, still giddy on the aftereffects of those shining eyes on his.

Pierre expects him to just bounce back from this little crush, and truth be told, Charles would appreciate it if he could, but no such luck. Even a few weeks after that first race, Charles is still hopeless over Y/N. He scans articles on street racing, memorizes the names of her competitors, and becomes an expert on her win history. She’s fast, super fast, and it looks like the easy victory Charles had seen was just a typical habit of Y/N L/N when it comes to racing.

Needless to say, he was captivated. Although Charles usually tries to keep a little pride when it comes to these sorts of things, he only made it two weeks before caving and asking Pierre if he and Kika were planning on attending any more street races. Charles wondered this for no reason, of course. Just, you know, his natural love of racecars.

Pierre sees right through it. “You want to see Y/N that badly, huh?” Pierre asks skeptically. “Jeez, man, I didn’t think you were such a simp.”

“You didn’t even know what that word meant until Kika taught it to you two days ago,” Charles says scornfully. “Now answer my question. Are you going or not?”

Eventually, and not without a fair amount of teasing, Pierre admits that they were planning to go to another race that Friday. Charles is able to convince his friend to let him tag along, but only under the condition that he would actually get up the courage to ask Y/N out instead of just staring like a lovesick puppy. Pierre’s words, not his.

This time, the race is actually legal. Y/N’s day job is a drag racer, although she tends to get bored on the weekends and shoot for a few undercover street races as well. So the fan Twitter pages say, at least. Charles definitely hasn’t been snooping around enough of those to know.

Now that he won’t get chastised by Ferrari PR for attending illegal races, Charles is free to post as much as he wishes about the race, the cars, and most importantly, the drivers. Barely half an hour has gone by before fans across the Internet are calling him out for ignoring literally every other car there to post about Y/N, but what does he care? Y/N’s probably too cool to look at those sorts of posts. Hopefully, or she’s going to think he’s insane. Again.

This time, though, when Y/N strolls by their area to say hi, she doesn’t just immediately focus on Kika. She says hi to her friend, of course, and thanks both Kika and Pierre for coming, but stops directly in front of Charles. All that separates them is the barrier of the stands. Well, that and the immutable fact that Charles is clearly crushing hard and she is clearly just having fun.

“Good to see you back, Charles,” she says.

Charles grins. He’d promised himself he’d play it cool this time, but he’s already failing at that aim. “You remembered my name?”

“I had plenty of your social media posts to remind me,” she says, one eyebrow quirked.

Pierre facepalms by his side. Charles ignores him. “I was excited,” he tells her as casually as he can. “Is that a bad thing?”

“I don’t know yet,” Y/N muses. “I suppose I’d have to get to know you better.”

“I have no problems with that,” Charles grins cheekily. “How about I take you out to dinner and you decide for yourself?”

In Charles’ peripheral vision, he can see Pierre’s look of desolation turn to slow shock, but come on now, there was no chance Charles wasn’t going to follow through and ask Y/N out. The only thing he needs now is for Y/N to say yes.

She doesn’t answer immediately, but judging by the way her cool smile brightens, it’s less because she dislikes him outright and more because she enjoys playing with him, which is perfectly fine by Charles. If he respects the game, he has to respect the players as well.

“I’ll have to wait and see how I feel after the race,” Y/N responds at last. “Maybe I’ll lose and I’ll be too devastated to go out with anyone.”

Charles rolls his eyes. “I doubt that will happen, but alright.”

Y/N gives him a surprised look. “You’re willing to bet that I’ll only go out with you if I win?”

“I’m willing to bet on the excellent odds that you win every time,” Charles answers with a wink. See, Pierre? He can be smooth when he needs to be.

Y/N laughs at that, evidently pleased. “I’ll have to make sure I don’t let you down. See you after the race, Charles.”

With that, Y/N joins the throng of other drivers heading towards their cars to begin the race. Once she’s gone, Charles turns to Pierre, far more proud than he should be. “I don’t want to ever hear you complaining about my flirting again. Did I not do what I had to do?”

“You did,” Pierre grumbles, “but she still didn’t say yes, you idiot.”

Charles scoffs. “She absolutely did. She didn’t say no.”

Pierre can’t technically argue with this, so it’s up to Kika to distract them both from technicalities by asking them about one of their upcoming races, a surefire method of changing the subject. It does little to divert Charles from his own nerves, though. Suddenly, he’s gripped with an impossible terror that something will happen with Y/N’s car, or maybe she might come in second place and not first, and she wouldn’t want to go out with him after all. He shouldn’t have left it up to chance like that. He should have just gone after what he wanted in the first place.

Charles is a nervous mess the whole race. When the checkered flag waves, though, he’s finally able to relax. Y/N wins, and that means Charles has just scored himself a date with the prettiest woman he’s ever seen.

Y/N takes her time in coming around to his section of the stands, just to mess with him. At last, though, they’re face-to-face again. Y/N is breathless and thrilled with the victory. Charles thinks he could bask in her glow forever.

“So?” He asks casually, “How about that date, then?”

Y/N grins. “I think it’ll work out. You can pick me up at seven. Does Saturday work for you?”

“Saturday is great,” Charles says a little too quickly, then tries to recover. “Wear something pretty.”

“Don’t I always?” She jokes, gesturing to her race suit.

Charles laughs with her. It’s easy. He can imagine doing it many times again. “Of course.”

Her laugh settles into a quiet smile. Even in the tumultuous uproar of a race that’s just been won, Charles can focus on her instantly. He wants this, he decides. He wants her. And, with the way she’s looking at him now, mirroring the incline of his head towards hers, Charles knows that she wants the same thing. This is just the beginning. He cannot wait to see where they go from here.

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Chapter 4 - I’ll Take Him( Charles Leclerc X Carlos Sainz X Reader)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Masterlist ( tags @landologg @cmleitora @janeholt3 @gracielukey )

Chapter 5

(tea time and it’s boiling)- an

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“Great now all of twitter knows” Carlos said. “I could care less” I said. “Of course you don’t care about this” Carlos said. “Why should she you cheated on her” Charles said. “So you can slide on in huh” Carlos said. “It’s not like that” Charles said.

“Really then what’s it like explain it to me” Carlos said. “It’s none of your business” I said. “Go to work” Charles said. Carlos walked off. “Maybe I should just take that job with Mercedes” I said. “Why” Charles said. “I don’t wanna be around him it’s always drama” I said walking away.

Charles followed me. “You can’t just leave the team needs you” Charles said. “Charles it’s toxic with him here” I said. “But” Charles said. “No buts I should go tell Toto I’m taking it” I said. Charles grabbed my hand. “Don’t” Charles said.

“It’s my choice” I said. “But without you I’m nothing” Charles said. “You have a great car otherwise” I said. “Yeah but you’re a part of my team I need you” Charles said. “I’m sorry” I said. “Please don’t let his actions force you into something” Charles said.

“Charles I really don’t know what to do” I said. “Stay in Ferrari” Charles said looking at me. “Why” I said. “Because I…really do need you here” Charles said looking at me. “You don’t understand how important you are to me” Charles added.

“What about what’s best for me” I said. “Forget I said anything” Charles said walking over to his car. “Charlie” I said. “I just want you to make the right decisions” Charles said. “I know you do” I said.

After the race…

We were out at dinner celebrating a double podium. I stayed with Charles. I couldn’t bare to see Carlos. And of course he brought his new girl. I took a sip of my wine.

“Slow down killer” Lando said. “I just need to forget about him” I said. “Girl you need to get revenge on him” Kika said. “By doing what slashing his tires” I said. “Easy” Lando said. “Get with someone else” Kika said.

“I just can’t move on that fast” I said. “Why not he did” Lando said. “Sorry” Lando added. “Girl just a hook up or something” Lily said. “With who” I said. “Well who’s single on the grid” Lando said. “Hmmm” I said. “Logan, Lando, Charles” Kika said. “Lando is my friend first of all” I said.

“Charles” Lando said. “Yeah you two would be really good together” Lily said. “He’s my best friend” I said. “Exactly” Kika said. “I know you’re practically obsessed with him” Lando said. “Oh my I’m not listening to this” I said.

I then went to get a refill on my drink. Charles was at the bar.

“You look really beautiful” Charles said. “Oh this thing” I said looking at my dress. “Red suits you” Charles said. “You clean up good” I said he smiled. “Wanna dance” Charles said. “Oh come on I don’t dance you know this” I said. He took my drink setting it on the bar. Then took my hand.

He lead me to the dance floor. He was respectful and put his hands on my waist. “I don’t bite” he said I circled my arms around his neck. “I told you I don’t dance” I said. “Then what are you doing” Charles said slow dancing with me. “I don’t know” I said. “You really do look stunning” he said I blushed.

“I hate when you say things like that” I said. “Why it’s true you are so beautiful” he whispered in my ear. “Everything about you is beautiful” Charles said I smiled. “You know how to flatter people don’t you” I said. “I only intend on flattering you tonight” he said looking into my eyes.

“Char” I said. “What” he said moving closer. I walked away. I then went outside to the balcony away from the party. “What’s wrong” Charles said running out after me. “I can’t” I said. “Can’t wait dance with someone” Charles said.

“No you know exactly what Charles” I said. “It was just dancing” Charles said. “Sure it was Charles all the flirting and the way you look at me” I said. “It’s not just anything like the flower” I said. “You may think it doesn’t mean anything to you but it does to me” I said teary eyed.

“How do you know what I think” Charles said. “You keep doing these things Charles” I said. “And then you brush it off and suddenly we are friends again” I said. “What are you trying to say” Charles said. “So you didn’t just try to kiss me in there” I said. He didn’t say anything.

“You know what I should just go home” I said. He grabbed my hand before I could walk away. He then pulled me into a kiss. “When I wanna kiss you I’ll just kiss you” Charles said. I looked into his eyes. “Char” I said he kissed me. Wrapping his arms around my waist. I had never felt anything like this in my life.

We probably stood there for a minute before he stopped kissing me. “Sorry I just” he said cupping my cheeks. “Don’t apologize” I said he smiled. “Are you cold” Charles said putting his jacket on me. “Do you wanna ditch this whole thing” I said.

“And do what” Charles said. “How about we just go grab a bite to eat or something” I said. “I like that idea” Charles said. “Well I guess I was right” Carlos said walking out on the balcony. “What is your problem” Charles said.

“That little move was cute Charles real cute” Carlos said. “News flash she’s a grown adult Carlos” Charles said. “Yeah but don’t lie to me you’ve wanted her for years” Carlos said. Charles didn’t say anything. “You were just waiting for the perfect moment then I got her” Carlos said.

“And you cheated on me remember so if I wanna make out with a guy a can” I said. “Don’t act like you didn’t want him the entire time we were together” Carlos said. “Shut up” I said. “I know you did” Carlos said. “So what if she did you never deserved her” Charles said. “And you do” Carlos said.

“Yeah I do” Charles said. “Just leave me alone” I said walking away bumping into Carlos. I then went to my car. “You aren’t driving anywhere you’re drunk” Charles said. “So” I said. “I have your keys” Charles said holding them up. “Why do you have to be so nice to me” I said.

“I just care about you okay” Charles said. “Yeah like every other guy what makes you different from them” I said. “I mean every word I say Y/N” Charles said looking at me.

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valyrfia · 7 months

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I am VERY skeptical about the RBR Charles thing but they (see: Charles, RBR personell of all kinds) keep being SO WEIRD AND SUSPICIOUS about it

Yep yep yep. I go through cycles of being completely convinced and then calling myself delusional, but the fact remains that Max changed his tune on being teammates with Charles recently, Charles keeps talking about Max in interviews praising BOTH his performance and the car, Christian Horner is posting Max and Charles on Instagram as is the RBR account. I genuinely believe Red Bull are at LEAST trying to seriously poach him.

I'm still unsure as to whether they're working towards 2024 or 2025 (as Red Bull have proven with the recent talks with Lando, they're more than happy to buy out someone's contract), but I am leaning more towards 2025, and I believe that Charles at RBR is a real, serious possibility in 2025. Let me explain why.

First, Checo still has a contract through 2024 and while Red Bull aren't always great with honouring contracts, I think the recent popularity and love they've witnessed first-hand for Checo in Texas and Mexico might change their mind on letting him go early. Ultimately, Red Bull Racing is marketing for Red Bull, and Checo obviously brings in sales in North America, and them mistreating Checo might lead to a sales dip in that region. This is why I think, despite the media frenzy, RBR are highly unlikely to drop Checo for 2024. There is no way that RBR is renewing Checo's contract, but at least he can see it out and they can part ways without much damage to either of them at the end of the F1 2024 Season.

Charles's current contract with Ferrari is also up at the end of the 2024 season. Again, even though 2023 has been absolute dogshit for Charles and Ferrari, I don't see that contract ending early. For one, Charles has apparently been promised that the 2024 car will be developed according to his needs and preferences, and it is ridiculous to leave a team who has made you that promise, even if that team is as flakey as Ferrari. I think Charles is waiting to see if the team does change in 2024 before he pushes for contract renewal. It's important to note here that contrary to popular opinion, I believe the ball is completely in Charles's court here when it comes to renewal. He is the Ferrari golden prince, he is Ferrari in a way that no driver really ever has been before, I think it was evident in Monza this year most of all. Carlos drives for Ferrari, and Charles is Ferrari and you could see it in the way that the tifosi treated them. They love Carlos, they adore and worship Charles. This is how Charles managed to convince them to build a car for him in 2024, and it's how I believe Charles is putting off the contract negotiations. This is a key point. Carlos's extended media team and family have complained several times about Carlos not being able to begin contract negotiations because of Charles in some way and Ferrari unwilling to negotiate with Carlos until they've settled Charles (I think this is due to the fact that they only intend to keep one of them and they'd like it to be Charles, but that's an essay for another day). So Charles has himself in a position where he doesn't have to commit to the team unless he sees that it is going to grow in the way he wants it to.

To quote Charles, "I view it in a way that whenever I won’t believe in the project anymore, that probably will be the time when I’ll have to go away. Because it’s in these kinds of situations that you don’t get the best out of yourself, that you don’t help the team as much as it needs to be helped. But this is definitely not the case at the moment. I believe in the project as much as I’ve ever believed in the project before. Especially since Fred arrived. So for now it’s clear. Then it’s also clear that I want to win. But I believe in this project and I’m sure we are working in the right direction.”

So maybe 2024 happens and Ferrari brings a championship-contender car, in which case Charles signs with Ferrari, they get rid of Carlos and probably bring in Alex Albon as a n2.

But I'm not interested in that outcome, I'm interested in what is (in my mind anyway) the far more likely outcome, sheerly due to money and Ferrari internal politics (which again, whole other essay!) which is that nothing really changes for the better at Ferrari. Maybe Charles gets a win by sheer luck and a slightly better car, but overall the strategy continues to not favour him, and Charles in general loses faith in what he refers to as the project. And we know from Charles himself that when this happens, this is when he goes away.

So I've presented an argument for why Red Bull are going to let Checo see out his contract, I've presented a strong possibility for why Charles might be looking to leave Ferrari at the end of 2024. Now I'm going to try and convince you of why out of all the options it'll be Charles joining Red Bull.

First of all, from Charles's point of view regarding teams. I'm going to rule out Alpha Tauri, Haas, Williams, Alfa Romeo, and Alpine, either because they're junior teams or I don't see them willing to fork over huge amounts of money to get Charles onboard. This leaves Mercedes, McLaren, Aston Martin, and Red Bull.

Out of all the non RBR options, I'd say that Mercedes is the most likely, but both their drivers are signed until 2025. There is always a possibility that Lewis Hamilton decides its time to leave the sport and buys himself out of his own contract, but I think that's not likely to happen next year.

Similar to Mercedes, both McLaren drivers are signed until at least 2025 and both look likely to honour that contract. Red Bull have tried to poach Lando multiple times, and Lando doesn't seem too keen on it yet, so we can assume that he intends to at least see his current contract out. Aston Martin is slightly trickier because I see them as being willing to fork over the millions needed to get Charles Leclerc to drive for them, but on the other hand they don't look close to producing a championship car, and Charles Leclerc is not switching away from Ferrari to not win a championship.

So, this leaves RBR as Charles's best destination for 2025 were he to leave Ferrari. Not only do they have a seat opening up, but they also have shown themselves capable of constructing recent championship-winning cars, and outclass every other team almost every weekend on strategy at the moment. Now that we've established that Charles's team of choice would be RBR, the final point of the argument has to be establishing why Charles would be RBR's driver of choice over let's say, Lando or Daniel.

To me the answer is simple, as so eloquently illustrated by my great friend and scholar Nat (@tsarinablogs) in her The PR of Lestappen in 2023 Essay (also known as Lestappen Gate 2023), Charles is not just good at PR, he's brilliant, and Red Bull isn't a racing company, it's a marketing venture. Having Charles on board would be their greatest asset and Charles has done much to make himself desirable, from being personable in almost all fan interactions to building a solid digital following, to being sometimes sneaky and subliminal with his sponsorship messaging (him always putting on APM Monaco immediately after a race, even before the podium and interviews, hell even Charles and Privateplanegate yesterday), to signing with a literal US entertainment agency. I cannot stress enough how the timing of the WME signing is not accidental, this is Charles making himself be seen as a highly desirable PR asset. Charles has the second highest following on social media out of any current driver, second to only 7 TIME WDC WINNER LEWIS HAMILTON. That sort of audience, and the kind of exposure it can bring to your team and your brand is insane.

Also, as an addendum to Nat's essay using something she herself brought up to me yesterday: any PR for RBR is good PR because it means that Red Bull as a concept is sticking around in people's heads, which means they're more likely to notice and buy the drinks off the shelves. Extrapolating from this we can see that Red Bull signing Charles would ultimately be better marketing than Red Bull signing Lando just because of the absolute uproar it would cause. Whether you think that Red Bull saved Charles from Ferrari, or Charles betrayed Ferrari for Red Bull, or Charles saved himself from Ferrari, or Red Bull as the Big Evil Team poached the Prince of Ferrari, there's a compelling narrative in there and people will talk about it for years to come.

Finally, not to talk about the driving aspect of motorsports, but Charles is the best fit for Red Bull driving-wise as well. Him and Max have spoken in the past about how they both prefer very similar types of car (ie. strong oversteer, borderline undriveable to anyone else) which would make car development much easier for the team. Christian Horner has also been pretty candid about wanting two n1 drivers à la Lewis and Nico (although without the toxicity), and whether you believe that Charles matches Max in equal machinery or not, Charles's racing record is a lot stronger than Lando's or Dan's (the two other possible competitors for the RBR seat). Charles fits the bill, driver-profile-wise, of the complement to Max that Christian Horner is looking for.

So, long story short, I am watching Ferrari VERY closely these next few months. If the SF-24 doesn't make Charles happy, I am going to make a bold claim that we will see Charles Leclerc driving for Red Bull in 2025.

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reunited - charles leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x female reader

summary: charles was the boy next door for a lot of your childhood, that was until he left one day without saying goodbye. you decide to go to the Monaco gp, but will he recognize you?

authors note: this sounded way better in my head, but i wanted to post something since I haven’t in a while.

enjoy!

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17 Years Ago:

You rushed down the stairs as fast as your little feet could carry you, grabbing your coat off the hook as you reached the bottom. You had spent all day watching out of your window, waiting for Charles, your next door neighbor and best friend, to come home from his week-long trip to Spain.

“Mama, Charles is home! Can I go see him?” You called out to your mother, who was tidying the kitchen. She smiled softly at you. “I don’t know love, they’ve had a long day full of traveling, they’re probably tired.”

You weren’t going to give up that easily. “But Mama, Charles said I could go see him as soon as he came home. Please? I haven’t seen him in like years.” Your mother shook her head, laughing. “Okay, you can go. But if Pascale is not in the mood to have you over, come right back. Okay?”

You ran over to your mother and hugged her leg tight. “Yes, thanks Mama.” and you practically sprinted out the door, not stopping until you rang Charles’ doorbell.

Pascale opened the door and called up the stairs for Charles to come down. “Y/N, I missed you.” he screamed and hugged you tightly. You returned the hug, grinning from ear to ear. “I missed you too. Where did you go?”

“I went to a karting race in Spain, and I nearly won.” The pride was extremely visible across his face as he held out the photos that his older brother, Lorenzo, took whilst he was driving.

“I got a silver medal, come and see.” The two of you joined hands, sprinting up the steps into Charles’ bedroom. He held out the medal and you took it into your hands.

“Charlie, this is so cool! You’re going to be the best driver ever when you’re older.” He smiled, “I hope so. I really want to driver for Ferrari when I’m older.”

You felt your heart drop a bit after hearing this. You thought that the two of you would live on the Monaco coast forever, like you had promised.

“But Charlie, Ferrari is in Italy, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“But then we wouldn’t live together here.”

“I can live here too, or you can move to Italy with me. Don’t worry Y/N, I will never leave you.”

You looked up at him, “Promise?” He nodded, “Promise.” “Okay good.” you said, “You can’t break a promise.”

“I won’t. Now come here and look at the photos of the beach.” He said as he grabbed your hand and jumped onto the bed with you, photos flying everywhere.

a few months later

As the bus dropped you off at your gate, you sprinted towards the door, rushing to ask your mother for permission to go and see Charles. He hadn’t been in school all week, but it was wintertime, and you’d just assumed he was sick.

You rushed into the kitchen. “Mama, can I-”

You met your mother sitting at the kitchen table, with a sad smile on her face. “Y/N, come sit, we have to talk.”

You threw your bag on the floor and sat into the chair, your mother looked very upset, which worried you as she was normally an extremely happy and bright person.

“Pascale called me this morning Y/N. She had to move back to her home in Italy, her parents are very sick and she needs to help them out.”

You felt upset, Pascale was practically your second mother, but you were happy that you still had Charles.

“That’s sad, but at least Charlie is still here.”

Your mother reached out and grabbed your hand, stroking it softly. “No, Y/N. Pascale took Charles, Arthur and Lorenzo with her. They all moved to Italy.”

You burst into tears. You couldn’t believe that you had lost your best friend, and he didn’t even get to say goodbye.

“But Mama.” You cried, through sobs. “Why didn’t he say goodbye?”

A tear rolled down her cheek, she hated seeing you so upset. “It was so sudden Y/N. She didn’t tell Charles or Arthur because she didn’t want to make you all sad. But don’t worry, Pascale said that he’ll write letters to you and maybe come visit you, okay?”

You crawled into your mother’s lap, still sobbing into her soft jumper. “I didn’t want him to go. He promised he’d never leave me Mama.”

“I know pet, but this was something nobody can control.” She said, stroking your hair. “Come on, let’s watch a movie to make you feel better.”

She wrapped you up in your arms and carried you to the living room.

“I can’t wait to get his letters Mama. They’ll be so exciting.”

You waited day after day, but the letters never came.

17 Years Later:

You grabbed the white blazer that was hanging in your wardrobe and put it on with a green top underneath. Today you were going to the Monaco GP with your two best friends, who had managed to get their hands on paddock passes.

As you curled your hair and did your makeup, you couldn’t help but think about Charles. He wasn’t just your home hero, but your childhood best friend, who you still sorely missed many years later.

You tried everything to reach out to him, sending him messages, letters, posting tweets, absolutely everything, but he probably just thought you were another crazy fan, which broke your heart.

Your friends entered your room. “Ready to go?”

You nodded, grabbing your bag from your table.

The atmosphere at the race was incredible as always. This was the first year though that you weren’t watching from a balcony at your friends house, you were actually in the paddock, and it was incredible.

“So, are you gonna try and speak to Charles?” One of your friends asked, knowing the history between you two.

“No, no. He won’t remember me, and he’ll probably think I’m just some lunatic or something.” It hurt you to say it, but you knew it was true. Charles was driving for Ferrari, there’s no way that his childhood best friend was still on his mind.

You headed to the bar and got a couple of drinks, before heading to the paddock to see all of the garages of the drivers. It felt so surreal, seeing all of this in real life.

As you walked down the paddock with your friends, you managed to grab pictures with a few of the drivers, until you headed down to the Ferrari garage and saw him, you saw Charles.

Your friends nudged you, encouraging you to even just say hi. You felt nerves and panic rise in your chest, but pushed them down and did it anyways.

You smiled broadly and waved. “Hi Charles!” You called out to him. He looked at you, returning a thin-lipped smile and a wave and continued on his way, stopping for photos and autographs, but not stopping to turn back around for you.

That was it. He had forgotten you. You knew it was a high possibility he wouldn’t remember you, but that didn’t stop you from hoping for a fairytale story, where he’d remember you, swoop you into his arms, and apologize for everything. Instead you were hit with the reality, and that caused tears to stream down your cheeks.

Your friends grabbed your arms and led you out of the paddock and towards your seats. You still cheered Charles on, after all, he was your home hero, even after what just happened. At the end of the race, Charles finished P2, and the whole crowd, including you, erupted in cheers, even if you were tired and heartbroken.

Your friends turned to you. “So, are you coming to watch the music acts?” You were a sucker for concerts, but the thought of wrapping yourself up in your bedsheets feeling heartbroken was much more appealing.

“No, but please, you guys go. I’ll be fine.” You hugged them goodbye and headed home to your apartment overlooking the coast. You threw off your clothes, climbing into a hoodie and joggers, not even having the energy to take your makeup off. You curled into bed, staring at the photos on your wall, when your eyes landed on one in particular.

It was a photo of your 8th birthday. You were wearing a pink princess dress, and Charles was stood beside you, wrapping his arms around you. There was chocolate cake smeared across both of your faces and you were laughing. You felt the tears starting again, wishing you could go back to those moments, wishing that Charles had kept his promise.

You were moments away from falling to sleep, when you heard your doorbell ring. You were originally going to ignore it, but the repeated ringing declared that this person wasn’t going away until you opened the door.

You headed to the door and your mouth fell open when you saw who was standing there.

“Charles?” You asked.

He stepped in without saying nothing and engulfed you into a hug, which you immediately returned. You started to sob into his jumper.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You managed to croak out. He held you out so he could look at your face.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry for everything, for not recognizing you straight away, for leaving you all those years ago, for breaking our promise. I’m so sorry.”

You held your hand up to his face, cupping it gently. “It’s okay. You had to go. We couldn’t do anything to stop that. How did you find me?”

“I thought you looked really familiar when you waved at me earlier, it was playing on my mind all day. I seen your friends again and I asked them and they said that it was you. They told me you came hoping I would recognize you, and when I didn’t, it broke your heart, so I came right over.” Tears fell from his eyes too, which he tried to wipe away quickly.

You hugged him tight again. “I thought I’d never see you again. I’m so proud of you Charles, for achieving your dreams. I’ve followed you every step of the way, I want you to know that.” You whispered softly into his ear.

“Move in with me.” He said, out of nowhere.

“Huh?”

“Y/N, I mean it. I’ve found you now and I never want to let you go again. I don’t want to break our promise again either. Move in with me. Or I can move in with you here in Monaco, we can-”

You cut off his rambling. “Yes, yes I’ll move in with you Charlie. We’ll never lose each other again.”

You grinned at each other from ear to ear. This was it, your fairytale ending, and it was better than ever.

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Chapter 20.2:

Ask me what I earned from all those tears…

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TW: assault, crude language

"Cara mia? Are you awake?" Charles whispered and I turned around, looking at him "Good morning, pretty girl…" he leaned over and gently kissed my nose.

"Hi, pretty boy!" I yawned and stretched a little "When do you need to leave?"

"Umm- little more than an hour. I thought we could have a quick shower and then breakfast? Together with the others?" he asked and I nodded "Yeah? Perfect… 5 minutes cuddling?"

"Definitely!" I giggled as he pulled me into him.

We dressed up and left the room to have breakfast with the rest, I sat down next to dad who gave me a little side hug.

"So, how are we feeling?" he asked and I drank from my orange juice.

"Umm- good? I think? I mean… yeah I don’t know. I’m really confident in the car. And starting from pole is also a big advantage. It will be good!" I said and Dad nodded.

"You’ll do just amazing!" Mum said and I smiled at her.

"I’ll try my best." I smiled at her, popping a grape into my mouth. The truth was, my stomach was churning and I was nervous. I lost my appetite. Charles sensed that something was wrong and put his hand on my thigh, squeezing it a little and I looked at him. He smiled reassuringly and I smiled back. I nodded and began to eat. Slowly feeling better.

"Alright, we gotta go now!" Charles squeezed my thigh one last time and got up together with Andrea and Joris "I see you guys later!"

"Yep. See you." I mumbled and the rest of the table said their goodbyes as well.

"Lizzie? Hey? We should go as well now…" JK said and I looked up.

"Yeah, you’re right!" I got up and said goodbye to everyone before I grabbed my bag and we left.

"You’re nervous…" JK stated and I shrugged my shoulders a little "I know you’ll do just great! I believe in you. We all do!"

"But maybe that’s the problem? Everyone thinks I’ll win today so easily… but what if I’m not?" I said quietly and JK patted my back.

"Then it is what it is… we want you to have a good race. That’s the most important thing, do your best and have fun…" he said and I nodded.

"That I can do… I guess." I said and he smiled.

"You can, don’t worry! And now let’s go… let’s prepare you as good as possible for the race!" he sounded determined and when I got into the car and drove off, I left the nervousness at the hotel.

The briefing went by in a blur, I mostly only nodded, agreeing with the strategist and engineers. I tried to not think too much of the race. As I walked into the garage I noted a someone was looking at my car, someone I’ve never seen before, and cocked an eyebrow. Matt saw it and leaded me to the new face.

"Lizzie, that’s Paul. He’s new." Matt introduced us and Paul straightened, outstretching his hand and I shook it.

"Hi Lizzie, it’s so amazing to meet you! You have no idea how much of a fan I am of yours!" he said and I smiled.

"Thanks, Paul, nice to meet you too!" I replied and he let go of my hand.

"What a true beauty!" he said and I was a little confused "The car! That’s some fine engineering and aerodynamic!" he cocked an eyebrow playfully and I laughed a little.

"Yeah… yeah it is." I said and he winked at me "Alright, I let you do your work then!" I waved to him and Matt and walked up to Pete "How does the weather look?" I asked when I saw Pete checking multiply weather maps.

"Perfect. Not too windy. Dry. No rain. Not too sunny and warm. Perfect." he said and gave me the thumbs up "And how are you feeling? You were pretty quiet the whole briefing?"

"Yeah I’m fine! I’m just excited!" I said and he nodded.

"I have a good feeling about today!" he smiled at me.

"Well, let’s see if that feelings right!"

"You’re starting from pole today! What is in for you today?" Naomi Schiff asked as I sat down in my historic car for the drivers parade.

"I think if I can keep the Ferraris behind me, everything is possible!" I answered and she smiled.

"You could be the first woman to ever win a Formula 1 Grand Prix, how does that feel?"

"Amazing. I have no other word for it. I always dreamed of being a F1 driver and win a GP. Today it’s possible and I’m just very very excited!" I said and the crowd cheered, although I could hear some booing in between but I ignored it.

"I hope for the very best! Good luck Lizzie! LIZZIE DOETTERER EVERYBODY!" she exclaimed and began to clap for me, before she walked around the car, interviewing Valtteri.

As we drove around the track and I waved to the fans Valtteri bumped his shoulder against mine a little.

"Nervous?" he asked and I nodded slightly "Don’t be. You were amazing the whole weekend! You can win this today!"

"At least I will try it!" I said and he smiled.

"That’s all you can do. Drive the best as possible. Don’t care for the rest." he replied as the car stopped and we hopped out "Now come on. Let’s get race ready!"

"Let’s do this!"

The whole garage was lined up when I came back from the pre-race and national anthem procedure, everyone was cheering for me, wishing me luck. My family and friends were the loudest.

"Okay you guys, relax!" I laughed and high fived my team. Then I hugged Mum first, then Dad, Sissy and Marcus next. Shima and Daniel both hugged me together.

"You will rock this race!" Daniel said.

"100 percent!" Shima added and they let go of me.

"Have a safe race! Have fun!" Mum said and I smiled.

"I will, don’t worry!" I said and crouched down, Liam and Benji both hugging me tight.

"You win today!" Benji said.

"And if not, that’s okay too, then Charles will win and you’ll be in second!" Liam chirped and I laughed.

"Thanks my little lads." I kissed both their cheeks and got up "Let’s go!” and with one last wave I left for the grid.

With every minute that the race start came closer I felt myself becoming calmer.

I sat down at the pit wall, JK handing me my bottle.

"How do we feel?" he asked and I smiled.

"Good. Calm. Excited." I shot out and he laughed.

"Perfect." he fiddled at my helmet and I looked at it, Hans' face smiling at me.

I’ll win this race. For Hans.

"Lizzie! Hey kiddo, good luck!" Seb walked up to us and I got up and he hugged me "Prove them all wrong today!"

"I’ll try my best!" I said and he nodded.

"I’m sure you will!" he left with a little wink and I turned to JK.

"Alright. Let’s go!" I said determined as someone engulfed me from behind, lifting me up a little "Pierre!" I laughed and he sat me down.

"How did you know it was me?" he asked when I turned around.

"Because I know you!" I said and he laughed.

"True. Good luck, Lizzie! Kick some asses today!" he said and hugged me "Especially this ones!" he nodded his head to the left where Charles stood "Don’t go easy on him just because he’s your boyfriend! Oh don’t look at me like that! As if I didn’t notice it!" I looked a little shocked but he smiled "Don’t worry, Charlie boy already told me to shut up about it." I smiled thankfully at him.

"Thanks, Pierre! Really!" I said and he gently boxed my arm.

"You’ll be amazing! I know it!" one last smile and he left, not before bumping into Charles, laughing.

"Hey pretty girl." he whispered in my ear and hugged me tight "You’re going to be amazing, as always! This is your win Lizzie! Fight for it!" he let go of me and looked at me "Hans is so proud of you! We all are! Today is your day! Show the world what we all already know! Show them that you’re one of the best drivers on the grid!" he kissed my cheek and I blushed.

"Thanks, Charlie." I said quietly and he smiled his all consuming, dimple showing smile "You’ll be amazing too, as always! Drive safe! Drive fast! Drive to win!"

"Drive safe! Drive fast! Drive to win!" he repeated determined and hugged me one last time "I see you after the race, when I park my car next to yours! My little race winner!" he pulled away and waved at JK, the he sauntered off and I smiled.

As soon as I was buckled in, steering wheel in place, gloves on, radio checked, I closed my eyes for a moment. Today was the day to prove everyone who ever doubted me wrong. Today was the day to silence them all. Today was redemption day.

I drove the car back into the first grid box, gripping the steering wheel tight, eyes focused on the light above. As soon as they were out I was like in a tunnel. I blended everything else around me out. I only focused on the track, my tires, my battery, my speed. Nothing else mattered.

"Full stat." I radioed after a while.

"P2 Sainz. 3.8 seconds. P3 Charles. In DRS range but Ferrari told him to hold position for now. P4 Russell. P5 Hamilton. P6 Seb."

"Valtteri?"

"We had to pit him. New front wing. P17."

"Shit."

"Focus on your race."

"Copy."

I build up a bigger gap lap after lap. The tires felt amazing. The track was good. No wind. Nothing.

"Lizzie, how are the tires?"

"Good. Can keep this pace for a couple more laps."

"Copy."

"Stat?"

"P2 Sainz. 6.3 seconds. P3 Charles. They’re gambling. Charles is faster than Sainz, has requested multiple times to pass him."

"They want to throw us off?"

"Possible. He has a damaged front wing and is way faster than Sainz. Almost as fast as you."

"Copy."

What were they doing? If Charles was this fast? Why didn’t they let him pass? He could catch me easily? Or at least come close enough to be in DRS range and then overtake me? Slow me down enough for Carlos to catch up? What were they trying to do?

"Tires?"

"Front left."

"Yeah we can see that. 3 more laps."

"Copy." 3 more laps meant box at the next lap. I pushed the throttle as hard as I could and made my way around the track.

"Box, Box."

I steered into the pit lane, slowing down. No one followed me in.

"And box for hards."

The pit crew did an amazing job again, 2.3 seconds. Awesome pit stop.

"You’ll get out behind Russell."

"Let’s go!"

I exited the pit lane and came back right behind him, Hamilton coming close. But I had fresher tires.

"So Ferrari still didn’t switch cars."

"Ferrari ferrarieing again."

"Lizzie."

"Sorry."

"Ferrari double stack. Russel will box as well."

"Copy."

And indeed, all 3 cars in front of me drove off into the pit lane and I speeded away, retaking the lead. What was going on with Ferrari? Why didn’t the let Charles through? Over the last few weeks I’ve read some articles about the tension in Ferrari, especially between the 2 drivers. Charles outperforming Carlos by far. Whereas Charles never criticised Ferrari openly, although they fucked up his races often enough. Carlos and especially his family has no problem in calling Ferrari out, saying they were favouring Charles in some races, which wasn’t really the truth. But it created a little frenzy around the team and today it looked like Ferrari wanted to prove the Sainzes wrong, that they didn’t favour Charles. Although he was Max’ biggest competitor this season, with them both being almost equal in points, Max only slightly ahead, which was enough reason to favour Charles. But apparently not to Ferrari. The next laps were uneventful. With Carlos being behind 4.2 seconds. Closely followed by Charles.

"10 laps to go. Tires?"

"Good for now. Gap?"

"4 seconds."

"Who‘s faster?"

"You."

"Copy."

10 laps between me and my first ever win. Managing the tires was now the most important thing. Don’t hit the kerbs to hard. No lock ups. Nothing. Focus.

"Spare left rear a little."

"Gap?"

"3.7."

"Is he getting faster or am I getting slower?"

"You’re getting slower."

"SD?" Striking distance.

"6 laps. With 3 more to go."

"Okay. Let me know the gap now with every lap."

"Copy."

I pushed the throttle as hard as I could. This was my win. No one else’s. Mine. For me. For my family. My friends. My team. Charles. But most importantly for Hans.

"3.5, 2 laps to go."

2 more laps Lizzie. Just don’t make any mistakes. Fully concentrate. They can’t take it away from me.

"3.1, last lap Lizzie. Last lap. Bring this baby home!"

One more lap. 5.891 km between me and my first win. Down the Hamilton Straight, into the Abbey and Farm, turn onto Village and the Loop, through Aintree down the Wellington Straight. Brooklands, Luffield, Woodcote next into the Copse. Breezing through the famous Maggots-Beckett-Chapel combination, not hitting the kerbs too hard. Down the Hangar Straight right into Stowe and Vale and I knew it. As I turned right onto Club. I won. Taking the checkered flag for the first time. I freaking won.

"LIZZIE! YOU JUST WON THE BRITISH GRAND PRIX! LIZZIE YOU’RE A FREAKING FORMULA 1 RACE WINNER!" Pete shouted into the radio and I was speechless.

"YOU DID IT, LITTLE ONE! YOU DID IT! WHAT A FANTASTIC RACE! CONGRATULATIONS, LIZZIE!" Felix was the next. I tried to say something. Anything. But my throat was tight. I won. I really won. I felt tears soaking my balaclava and took a deep breath.

"That was for Hans!" was the only thing I could say for now, racing my hand, pointing to the sky "This win is just for you, Hans!"

"He would be so proud of you Lizzie! Just like we all are! Beautiful Lizzie!" Felix said and I nodded.

"Thank you guys so much! Today not just I won! We all did! This whole team! Everyone working here or at the factory! This is our win! We did it guys!" I said with a shaking voice, waving to the fans, seeing some Germany flags here and there in the crowds.

"No Lizzie, this is your win! Today you showed the world what we all already knew! You belong here! You deserve your seat!" Felix said and I sniffled a little.

I drove into the pit lane, silent tears still soaking my balaclava, hands slightly trembling.

"Lizzie, you’re too far left. You have to park in P1, little one!" Pete said and I realised that I was indeed steering onto the P2 spot, an F1 official waving me into the middle one. P1.

I parked and switched off the car. Closing my eyes. Trying to gather my thoughts. I won. I really won. My first race in F1. As a rookie. I swallowed hard. Hans should’ve been here. He should’ve seen what the little girl from his karting track achieved. A wave of grief was hitting me again. A hand gently patted my arm and I turned my head. Charles leaning down. Visor up. His eyes sparkling.

"Get out there, Lizzie!" he said and I unbuckled my seat belt, took out the steering wheel and got up, opening my visor. As I took off one glove he already grabbed me around my waist and lifted me out of the car, twirling us around. As he sat me down he hugged me close "I’m so incredibly proud of you, mon amour! You did amazing! Hans would be the proudest!" I felt fresh tears stinging my eyes and my throat was closing up. "I love you, mon amour! And now it’s time for you to celebrate your first win with your team!" he let go of me and held my hand, squeezing it one last time before he gently pushed me into the direction of my team and our family. All screaming and cheering for me. But as I walked not even 2 steps I stopped and turned around, running towards Charles who was also on his way to his team.

"Congrats on P3, I’m sorry that you couldn’t…" I hugged him as he shook his head.

"Don’t apologise! This is your win! Now go!" his voice was sincere, almost tender and I knew, under the helmet he was smiling his most genuine smile for me.

"I love you, mon cœur!" I whispered, but he squeezed my shoulder a little and I knew he had heard it.

I jumped right into the arms of my team, Felix and Pete in front, both with teary eyes, right behind them was JK, sporting the biggest smile. Next to him my mechanics, Matt and Bruno the loudest of them. The new guy, Paul, smiling happily at me.

"YOU WON! YOU WON! YOU FREAKING WON!"

"You’re the best, Lizzie! YES!"

"We’re going to party all night long!"

"You‘re our queen, Lizzie!"

I hugged them all as best as I could when I finally reached Dad, blinking tears away. I took off my helmet and hugged him.

"I’m so proud of you, Lizzie! You deserve this win so much!" he whispered with a hoarse voice and I sniffled a little.

"Thanks Dad!" I said and he kissed my temple, before he let go of me and I was engulfed in a big hug from Liam, Benji and Marcus, all three congratulating me. Mum and Pascale stood next to them, both crying and smiling.

"I am so proud of you, my beautiful girl!" Mum said as both women embraced me at the same time, kissing my cheeks.

"You did amazing, ma fille!" Pascale whispered.

"You were amazing!" Sissy said as I hugged her next.

"Your’re the best! The freaking best!" Daniel yelled as he and a crying Shima hugged me tight.

I slowly walked up to Jo Bauer for my weighing, as a whole bunch of drivers approached me, Daniel and Pierre leading the pack.

"You’re a race winner!" Pierre shouted and engulfed me in a tight hug. As soon as he let go of me, Daniel pulled me into a big bear hug as well.

"Awesome race, kiddo!" he said and I had to smile.

"Thank you guys!" I said as he pulled away. Sebastian and Mick approaching, both hugging me.

"I’m so proud of you, Lizzie! After such a tough week! You did amazing!" Seb whispered and I had to blink away a few tears.

"Lizzie! Congrats on your first win in Formula 1! Amazing race! Amazing weekend!" Martin Brundle said and I had a huge smile on my face.

"Thanks! I honestly am at a loss of words right now. It just feels awesome!" I said and saw how Charles smiled at me.

"When was the moment you knew that this was your win? You fought of the Ferraris real quick and went ahead with a comfortable lead! But it seemed like you were a bit unsure about the Ferraris strategy?" he asked and I nodded slowly.

"Yeah I was a bit confused by them, but I guess after I pitted and stayed in their close range to retake the lead and were able to even gain a little I knew I just had to manage the tires and I could win." I answered honestly.

"And that you did! Congrats again, Lizzie!" he said and I smiled, handed the microphone to one of the technicians and waved one last time to the crowd before I walked to an awaiting Charles.

"I’m so proud of you, mon amour." he whispered in my ear when he hugged me, before we made our way to the cool down room.

I walked inside and put my helmet down, grabbed a towel and dried my face and neck off, I looked into the reflection of the glasswall and frowned a little, my hair was a mess, braids half loose, all bushy. My first win and I would look like I just got electrocuted.

"You look good." Charles whispered as he stood next to me, grabbing a towel for himself.

"I don’t want to go up to that podium looking like this!" I mumbled and untied my braids, combing with my fingers through my hair to untangle them "Now it’s at least a little better!"

"You’re adorable!" he chuckled and grabbed a water bottle, then sitting down in his chair, looking at the screen showing some replays of the race.

"Lizzie, congrats. Good race." Carlos said as he walked in.

"Thanks Carlos, you too." I pressed out a smile, knowing that Charles would’ve won this race if Carlos wouldn’t have been so persistent in keeping his position and fighting Charles off, more or less within the rules.

"Yeah. It was tough, could’ve ended differently." he said and Charles scoffed a little, covering it up with a cough.

"Yeah, totally different." was his only response and I looked at him, when I sat down next to him I gently squeezed his arm.

"It’s your first win. Everything else doesn’t matter to me!" he said in French and his smile was genuine.

"Thank you so much, Charlie." I replied as Felix walked in.

"Little one! I’m so freaking proud! And well done Ferrari boys!" he said and patted Charles back before he was ushered out onto the podium, followed by Carlos.

"I guess I see you out there!" Felix said and followed Carlos, before it was my turn.

I stepped out, the crowd cheered, my family and friends being the loudest and Charles smiled at me, like he just won the championship. I was shaking as I climbed the highest step of the podium. I took a deep breath. This was it. The moment I’ve dreamed of since I first saw a Formula 1 race. I was a Formula 1 Grand Prix winner. I saw a big Germany flag waving through the crowd and felt my heart almost burst in pride. After 1.015 days the national anthem of Germany blasted through the air again, not just for the constructor, no for the driver. For me. My heart was racing. A big smile on my lips. Years and years of fighting, proving myself again and again, were all worth for this one moment. I felt tears streaming down my face. But at this moment I couldn’t care less. At this moment I felt like I was on top of the world. I would take this moment and taste it. Live it. Love it. This was my moment. As soon as the anthem was played Mohammed Ben Sulayem shook my hand and handed me the the trophy, a fresh wave of tears fell when I lifted it up into the sky, pointing up to Hans. This was for him. I set the trophy down and cheered when Felix lifted his trophy, then I clapped for Carlos, still a bittersweet taste on my tongue. But when Charles received his trophy, not celebrating much I made sure to cheer for him as loud as possible. He looked at me and as Les Toreadors was played I already was showered in champagne before I could even open my own bottle. I flinched a little at the coldness but I laughed it off spraying him and Felix. We all came together and Charles toasted our bottles together before I had a large swig of champagne, still not liking it much.

"Come on, picture time!" Charles shouted and pulled me next to him, gripping my waist tight. Felix stood on my other side, waving Carlos to his other side. I waved one last time to the crowd and then left together with Felix, Charles and Carlos behind us.

"I see you later?" I turned to Charles and he nodded, walking off with Carlos.

"Come on, Lizzie! The guys can‘t wait to see you!" Felix smiled and we walked back into our garage, where we were welcomed everyone cheering for us, Valtteri was the first to come up to me.

"Congrats, Lizzie! What a race! Well done!" he hugged me and I smiled at him.

"Thank you so much! And well done yourself! P7! After falling back to P19 because of the start! What a drive!" I said and he just waved it off.

"That was nothing…" he joked and I nudged his shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah… play it cool!" I laughed as someone hugged my waist, I looked down at the big grin of Liam, hoisting him up "Hey Bubba!" I kissed his cheek and he giggled.

"Hey race winner Lizzie!" he said and I laughed.

"Is that my new name now?" I asked and he nodded as another set of little hands pulled at me "Oh hello Buddy, come up here." I shifted Liam to my left hip and picked up Benji as well. He had a similar big grin on his face as he kissed my cheek.

"We can brag now with you! Not only that you‘re the only girl in F1. You’re also a race winner now!" Benji said and I laughed.

"You’re not going to do that, you hear me!" I said as I walked to my family and friends. Sissy took Liam and Marcus Benji out of my arms and Mum hugged me again.

"We’re all so proud of you! Really Lizzie! You’re amazing!" she sniffled a little and I smiled.

"Okay stop! I cried enough now!" I chuckled and she nodded, wiping her face "Where’s Pops?" I looked around.

"He went to Charles… he looked not the happiest with his result… I mean he was so happy for you, we could all see that. But yeah…" Marcus said and I nodded, thankful that Dad went to Charles to console him a little.

"As much as I hate to interrupt, but I need Lizzie now…" Julie walked over to us and I nodded.

"You guys don’t have to wait for me! Go back to the hotel and we have all dinner tonight together? Celebrate a little?" I said as I kissed the kiddos and Mum goodbye.

"We’ll see you tonight!" Mum said and I nodded, following Julie.

"You did amazing today! We’re all so proud of you, Lizzie! We need to make a quick stop at the media pen for Sky UK, Germany and Italia, ESPN and Canal+ and then we’re heading straight to the press conference." she explained and I nodded.

"Yay, I can’t wait!" I joked and she laughed.

"At least they’re all be nice today, you just won, there’s not much to criticise!" she said and I sighed.

"Let’s hope you’re right!"

I grabbed my bottle and sat down between Charles and Carlos waiting for the press conference to start. Charles smiled at me, but I saw that he was still reeling a little with the decisions of his team today and I wanted nothing more than to comfort him, but I knew him well enough that he would wave it off, not wanting to ruin my win.

"Right, with us today we’re having in third place Charles Leclerc, in second place Carlos Sainz and for the first time ever, our race winner Lizzie Doetterer… Lizzie, congrats! Terrific race. Talk us through…" Tom Clarkson opened up the press conference and I glanced one last time at Charles who smiled at me encouragingly, and brought the microphone close to my mouth.

"Yeah, I had a good start, went far ahead of Carlos out of turn 1, knew our car is slightly better to the tires then the Ferrari’s and knew I had to push for some laps to gain a solid gap between us… had a good stint on the mediums and was able to manage them for longer than I thought… boxed for fresh hards, had a fast pit stop, the team was amazing. Came out after George but yeah, attacking and ruining my tires wasn’t necessary, I just had to wait for the Ferrari’s and George to box… then it was done" I said it quickly to stop me from saying anything that I might regretted later on.

"Thanks, Carlos, congrats on P2, describe the race from your view please…"

"Yeah, I had good pace, we managed the tires better then in Canada, well, the double stack was a bit risky but overall a good weekend." Carlos said while I kept playing with my microphone.

"Okay, thank you, Charles, P3 today after your grid penalty from P2 to P5… talk us through your race, you caught up quickly to Carlos and had a good pace, what then?"

"Well, I had a good start, good pace, at some point I thought the car felt really good and I have more pace, but yeah the team had a different plan and I… I followed the plan because as driver you don’t have all the data like the team has and did what they told me to do… the double stack was not the best idea for my race but yeah, overall it is good to be back on the podium after the last 2 races but I’m never satisfied when I’m not winning." Charles finished and I nodded agreeing.

"Alright, we’re opening now the floor for some questions, please first state your name and name of your publication as always…"

The questions were all the same, how does it feel to win, did the upgrades work, why were the tires that good.

"Ken Bolton, BBC. Can you explain what you meant with ‘Ferrari ferrarieing again’ on the radio?" I took a deep breath, there it was, even though I knew that someone would bring it up, I still dreaded it. Charles on my left tensed up a bit and I could feel his eyes on me, Carlos on my right tilted his head towards my direction, frowning, I shook my head, exhaled and chuckled.

"Well I mean, let’s be honest I have to thank Ferrari for gifting me this win…" silence all around, Charles eyes visibly widening, Carlos looking confused "Charles started from P5, after his penalty, he was already on Carlos tail out of turn 3 in lap 1, asked then how many times to switch positions because he was faster? My team said they counted at least 3 requests, confirming that Charles had the faster lap times with a broken front wing and if Ferrari let them switch I would have to bring more distance between us, because Charles was only one hundredth slower then me. My team told me that Carlos declined the requests saying he could push faster and at that point we thought it was their tactic, you know? To throw us off and when I feel safe switch the cars and attack… but that call never came. We boxed for hards in lap 21 or 22, Ferrari passed us, but I came out behind George and was P4, all 3 in front yet to pit… and then Ferrari did a double stack? One that didn’t work out to great! I passed them and it was the same like the laps before my pit stop! And at that point I knew I was going to win… and I did… so Ferrari ferrarieng again…" I ended and Carlos shook his head, Charles looked at his hands, jaw clenched.

"Javier Alvares, MotoSpain, Lizzie, do you really think, if Ferrari had switched the cars, the outcome would be different? What would the podium look like?" I looked in the journalists eyes, contemplating my answer.

"I am one hundred percent sure, if Ferrari would’ve let Charles through he would’ve passed me. Without the yellow flag yesterday I’m sure he would be on pole and then the penalty, a shame really, but Charles’ pace was the entire weekend super fast, he already was almost half a second faster than my pole lap in the first and second sector? Would Ferrari let him through this could’ve easily be a Ferrari win, maybe even a P1/P2 if Charles slowed me down enough, for Carlos to attack and if he manages to overtake me of course… but like I said, thank you Ferrari!" I answered.

"Matthias Bircher, from Auto, Motor, Sport, Lizzie, you said in the past that you think a team should have a clear number 1 and 2 driver? After todays race, did your opinion change? Or is it still the same?" I knew Matthias for some years now and I knew he wanted me to say what was obvious, speak the truth, like not many people did it anymore.

"I said top teams that are fighting for championships should have a clear hierarchy and after today? My opinion only manifests, the first 3, 4 races should determine who brings home the most points, if there should be any doubts, but then you have to see who is able to fight for the wins, not just for runner ups… only one driver can win the title, it’s important to back up that driver and not screw up their races in order to prevent bruised egos." I tried to be as objective as possible, but failed miserably, the murmuring going around showed that clearly. But I had to say it. After hearing the radio messages, seeing how Charles was being treated after the race.

"Alright thank you all, that’s it for today, congrats again and see you next week in Spielberg. Good bye."

I got up, grabbed my water bottle and walked towards the exit, Julie looked at me with pursed lips.

"Very subtle, Lizzie! Next time just say, thanks Ferrari, you screwed Charles over, again, Carlos should be your number 2!"she hissed.

"I thought I just did?" I answered and she smacked my arm "I’m sorry! You know it was the adrenaline! Emotions?"

I looked at her and then followed with my eyes how Carlos walked towards the door where Sylvia already waited, she sent me a bitter look and waited for Charles who stood closer to me, ambiguous where to look.

"Charles, we’re waiting!" Sylvia’s voice laced with anger, her Italian becoming more harsh this way.

"I’m coming in a minute, you can leave, I’m catching up on you." he answered trying to make his Italian not sound so harsh, with one last look at me she ushered Carlos through the door, Julie gave Charles a short hug and left then as well. He didn’t say anything, he just grabbed my hand and pulled me through a side door and kept walking in silence for a minute or two, we were now behind the team hospitalities and Charles pulled me in a hug.

"I’m sorry, Charles. I don’t know why I said, scratch that, I know why I said it, I saw how Mattia acted towards you after the race! I was this close to come over! He fucked up your race! And then he has the nerve to scold you like that? Right there in front of everyone? The Media? He treated you like a stubborn kid! How dare he! Not after the last races where they screwed y…" I began my rant as he just cradled my face between his hands and kissed me, I melted into him and as he pushed himself off of me a bit, he leaned his forehead against mine and hummed contently.

"Have I told you before that I love you, cara mia?" he whispered and I put my hands above his on my cheeks and pushed them slightly off my face, then held them in front of me, I looked up at him and smiled sheepishly.

"Today? Only once before the race…" I said and jumped as a door somewhere shut close with a bang "We should go. Sorry if you have to go now through a little of trouble because of me!" I rambled but Charles hugged me again, giving me a last kiss on the forehead.

"I’ll survive!" he said, then he was gone, I sighed and kicked a box in frustration.

"Fucking amazing job you’ve done!" I murmured to myself. I took a few more deep breaths and looked up in the sky. I didn’t want to blame Carlos, he only wanted to stay ahead of his teammate who was performing so much better then him this season. The way he showed less and less teamwork over the past few weeks and how their team didn’t address this issue, I just had to speak up against Ferrari. The last weeks had been draining a lot of Charles confidence. And seeing him this devastated again woke up some memories I didn’t want to relive. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t register the man who sneaked up behind me. I turned around to walk out from behind the hospitalities to make my way back to our garage, when I bumped into someone.

"Hello Lizzie, nice to catch you alone!" his smile wide but fake "Congratulations on your first win! I would’ve loved to ask one or two questions about it… but it seems like not only my hand sign get’s ignored whenever you’re sitting on that couch, no, as of this weekend I was banned from the next 10 races. You wouldn’t happen to know why that’s the case, right?"

I took a step back, but he mirrored my steps, nodding his head like he wanted an answer.

"Maybe you should think about if the questions you asked were appropriate? Maybe next time you write an article you should think about having actual proof of everything you claim and not just straight up lie!" I answered and looked around, I was cornered, the only escape was through him, or the probably locked back door of the hospitality behind me.

"Oh come on Lizzie, cariñito! I was only asking entertaining questions! The fans want to know these kinda things… they’re interested in your life, why not give them some details? And that article? You forced me to write it!" he replied taking another step closer and I could feel the cold steel of the building at my back.

"People aren’t interested in these kind of things! And if they are then ask the other drivers as well! I mean come on! My favourite position? We all knew what you meant! And how the hell did I force you to write that article?" I said coldly and the look on his face changed, panic rising up my chest.

"Because I had to make sure that everyone would talk about it. Talk about you! Because you didn’t give me the opportunity to talk to you! And all the other drivers? Well… they all were in on this, not answering my questions whe…" he began but I lost it.

"You should ask yourself why’s that! You didn’t just insult me with all your fake accusations from your anonymous Instagram account, I only slept my way into F1? After each quali the drivers taking turns on me to decide who lets me pass at the start? You think they like to read things like that? You think this is all about me? Hell no! They all don’t want to see you around anymore!” I spat out and tried to push past him, but he grabbed my wrist violently and pulled me back. He shoved me hard against the back door, the door knob slamming into my hip and I hissed.

"You listen to me now, you devious, little bitch, because of you I lost some sponsors, real money and unlike you, I don’t have a whole flock of rich man to cover my expanses in exchange for some alone time or whatever your offering!" he whisper shouted and squeezed my wrist painfully. I tried to wiggle myself out of his grasp but he only shoved me harder against the door, slamming my wrist against it in the process. I again tried to push him off of me with my free hand, but he grabbed it and shoved it behind my back, using his whole body to fixate me. Frantically I looked around, trying to find a way out but he grabbed my chin with his free hand and turned my face to look at him.

"Stop this little bitching and whining and make sure that they lift the ban and allow me to ask my questions again and then have a nice talk with all of your fellow drivers and make sure you all answer my questions again! You got it? Otherwise I’ll leak some things about your best friend and your family… things no one of you want to be in public! The little Monaco prince will be dethroned quickly after! And your fam…” he spat out, but before he could continue the door behind me opened and as fast as he approached he was gone again and I dropped to my knees.

"Lizzie?" I heard Charlottes voice through the loud ringing in my ears, heart racing, breathing shallow. I looked up, when I realised that we were behind the McLaren hospitality. Charlotte helped me up but when she touched my wrist I yelped in pain. She looked at my wrist, bruises already forming, the same at my chin, then my dishevelled race suit, tears in my eyes. She carefully pulled me in a hug and gently stroked my back "Who did this to you, Lizzie? What happened?" I shook my head and tried to breathe evenly.

"Charlotte, have you seen my…" I heard Daniel’s voice behind Charlotte and as he saw me his huge smile was gone, replaced with a concerned frown "Lizzie? What happened?" in an instant he was next to us and looked at me "Fuck, Lizzie who did this? We need to call security! What happened? What did they want?" Daniel walked out of the back and looked around, while I tried to calm myself down.

"Charlotte? Daniel? You have to promise me something!" I said and they both looked at me concerned, I thought about Diaz threat and swallowed hard "You have to promise me!" they shared a quick look, then looked at me and nodded "Please, don’t tell anyone what happened, but especially not Charles! He can’t know! Please! Promise it!"

"Lizzie, we need to get the security here, whoever did this needs to be punished!" Daniel exclaimed, but I shook my head.

"You know who it was, right?" Charlotte asked quietly and Daniel looked at me with wide eyes, I nodded silently.

"Yes and I will deal with it later, I promise! But for now, this has to stay between us, please?" I begged and Daniel grabbed me by my shoulders and looked me in the eyes.

"Is it just your chin and wrist? Or did he…" he trailed off and I shook my head immediately.

"No, I swear! He cornered me, I wanted to push past him, he grab my wrist and slammed me to the door, then he grabbed my chin to make me look at him. But that was all! Really!" I reassured him and he looked relieved, Charlotte walked further inside, pulling me with her, Daniel behind us closing the door "Why were you opening up the door anyway?" I asked.

"I heard something banging against it and thought that maybe a co-worker locked themselves out!" she explained and I nodded.

"Thank you, Charlotte!" I said and she pushed me into a chair, handing me a bottle of water, then she walked away and Daniel sat down next to me.

"Why were you back there anyway?" he asked and I sighed.

"After the press conference I wanted to apologise to Charles, because of my answers he will get some lectures from Sylvia and Mattia… so yeah, she already cursed me with her witch eyes at the conference room, so Charles and I took a little detour to get away from prying eyes. Charles left and I waited some minutes to gather myself and then he was there already." I said and Daniel nodded, as Charlotte came over with a little beauty bag, I looked at her confused.

"If you want to keep this a secret, you can’t walk through the paddock with a bruised jaw and wrist, right?" she explained and I took a look in the little mirror attached to the beauty bag, she was right, dark bruises already clearly visible, she applied a little concealer on it, used a brush and some powder to blend it in and moved on to my wrist. After she was done I checked my face in the mirror.

"Thanks Charlotte! And Daniel! I owe you guys something!" I said and hugged them both tight.

"It’s alright kiddo, but there will come a time when I want to know what happened back there and then I want answers!" Daniel said and Charlotte nodded.

I left McLaren and went straight to the Audi hospitality, where Felix sat on a high stool, waiting for me.

"Are you alright, Lizzie?" he asked and I nodded "Okay? Let’s go, the debrief won’t be too long tonight, we all want to get out of here and celebrate!" I nodded again, feeling like my throat was too dry to speak.

And indeed after an hour Felix dismissed us and I sent Charles a text, receiving a prompt answer.

"You’re waiting for Charles?" Pete asked and I nodded, sitting down.

"He said his debrief is almost done." I said as Felix joined us.

"Lizzie, I spoke with the board, they’re all so happy and told me to congratulate you on their behalf!” he said and I forced myself to smile at him.

"Tell them thank you!" I said as Pete waved at someone behind me and Charles appeared next to me.

"Hello winners." he said and sat down next to me and Felix laughed a little.

"Lizzie, your trophy is in your room by the way!" Pete said and I nodded.

"Alright, I need to grab my stuff and then we can go.” I said and walked inside, I closed the door to my room and slipped out of my racing suit and into my jeans and Charles hoodie, then I grabbed all of my stuff and threw it in my bag, trophy in hand I turned around but bumped into the table with my hip and hissed in pain, the shock was that big that I dropped the trophy. It shattered to the ground with a loud thud. I stared down in shock but lifted the hoodie first to check my hip in the mirror, a huge, nasty looking, purple and blue bruise was already forming. The door knob, I remembered. And all came back crushing down on me, the grief of losing Hans, the emotions of winning my first race, the devastated look in Charles eyes, Mattia scolding Charles, making him look down in shame, the press conference where I let all my thoughts out and dragged Carlos down in the process. Sylvia’s nasty look at me. Charles and I sneaking into dark corners just to share a quiet moment together as a couple. Us being a secret because of me. And then him, him attacking me, blaming me for losing sponsors, losing money, after all the disgusting things he said, him attacking me and threatening me to expose something about Charles and my family that we rather not want to be exposed? I looked down at my trophy, realising it was broken and silent tears streaming down my face. I sobbed uncontrolled and then I kneeled down. One of the handles broke off and some scratches along the side, the broken trophy a silent metaphor for myself. I started crying hysterically and although I tried to calm myself down, the tears wouldn’t stop falling, I was shaking with every sob. My breathing stalled, dark splotches clouded my vision. I needed my inhalator, I looked for my bag but then the door opened.

"Lizzie?" I heard Charles' worried whisper as he knelt down in front of me and pulled me in a hug, my vision sharpening again, the breathing going easier and I snuggled into Charles “What happened?" he whispered, then spotted the broken trophy and sighed "Mon amour, please tell me you’re not crying because of a broken trophy? We can glue it or something!" he gently reassured me and I nodded silently, still not able to stop the tears from streaming down my face, although my breathing was normal again and the sobbing stopped "But you were screaming?"

"Yeah, I turned around and wanted to leave and bumped in the table, it hurts like hell! It’s probably bruised already." I lied and as Charles carefully lifted my hoodie, he inhaled sharply.

"Were you bumping into it with 200 k/ph?" he asked and I pressed out a little laugh.

"You know that I’m fast!" I said and he chuckled.

"Okay, let’s go, pretty girl! Hotel and shower first, and then we’ll decide what to do with the rest of the evening!" he gently pulled me up with him, putting my broken trophy in his bag.

"I have to celebrate with my family and friends! They’re just here for me! And what about my team!" I said quietly but Charles shook his head.

"Lizzie, you almost needed your inhalator… I think we’ll better have a look how you feel later, okay?" Charles answered and I nodded silently, maybe he was right. As always.

Back in the hotel Charles put the broken trophy on the table and I sighed, taking the handle in my hand.

"My first ever winner‘s trophy and I broke it." I sat down and ran my hand through my hair.

"Don’t worry, we can fix it." Charles reassured me and I nodded "Are you sure that you’re okay? You look really exhausted?"

"I’m okay… tired but that’s it." I said, not looking at him.

"Mon amour, can you please look at me?" he cupped my cheek and I looked at him "How about we stay in for now? Have dinner? And then you lay down a bit… we can still go out later tonight! No one would be mad… it was a tough week. Today was a lot."

"I promised them that we would have dinner together… Charles they all flew here for me…" I whispered.

"We’ll have brunch together! A big family and friends brunch, I organise something! And we can go out for some drinks tonight? That would be fine. Really." he smiled at me and I nodded "Yeah? Perfect! I’ll order us some food and call Pops and Co! Then we have a nice and hot shower!"

I smiled and got up, I had to come up with an excuse to stop Charles from having a shower together, so I started looking around frantically.

"Cara mia? What’s the matter?" Charles looked at me confused as he hung up the hotel phone after ordering some food.

"I think I forgot my phone in the car…" I lied and looked through my bag, carefully silencing my phone, if he came up with the idea of calling it first, I sighed and closed my eyes, then fake yawned "Alright, where are your keys?" Charles walked to me and kissed my temple.

"I don’t have them?" he said and I laughed, of course he gave them to the attendant when we arrived.

"I’ll go." he said, put his shoes on and left the room.

I gathered my clothes and toiletries and went into the bathroom, then quickly showered and tried to apply some make up to cover up the bruises. Charles knew I almost never wore make up, especially not before we potentially stayed in. After a second try I was satisfied with my jaw, ignoring the throbbing pain and focused to do the same at my wrist, but for some reason it always looked blotchy and I got more and more frustrated. I heard the hotel room door opening and closing and quickly put on sweatpants and my t-shirt. I left the bathroom with my worn clothes over my wrist, a guilty look on my face. Charles immediately recognised it and sighed a little.

"Where was it?" he asked and I looked confused before I realised what he meant.

"It was meddled in my shirt and silent, sorry Charlie bear!" I said sweetly and he chuckled.

"Cara mia, you know that I hate it when you call me that!" he laughed and rolled his eyes, then he noticed I was shivering a little and grabbed one of his hoodies out of his suitcase "Here, you’re shivering, I’ll take a shower, our food must be here any minute." he handed me his hoodie and gave me a kiss before he grabbed his clothes "I talked to Pops and he said it’s alright, he said he and your Mum could take care of the kids so that Marcus and Sissy could honour with us later on if you’re feeling better. I texted Shima and Daniel as well as my brothers and Joris… it’s all good! Matt texted me that they would go to a bar 20 minutes from here and that I should give him a call if we want to come. They all say it’s okay!" he smiled at me one last time and then disappeared in the bathroom, not even 30 seconds later the shower started.

I sat down at the dressing table and brushed my hair, pulling it up in a loose bun, checking the make up at my jaw again. The shower stopped and I stripped out of my shirt and pulled Charles‘ hoodie over my head, the sleeves were long enough to cover my wrist. I got up from the table and packed my stuff away when it knocked at the door. I opened it and was greeted with the heavenly smell of French fries.

"Mrs. Leclerc, your food and beverages." the room service server said with a friendly smile and I step aside and let him push the cart in "You want me to set the table for you?" he asked politely but I shook my head.

"Not necessary, just put it on the coffee table, thanks." I replied and he nodded, then proceeded to put the tray of food on the coffee table, followed by a little basket with cutlery. I got my purse and fished out a money bill and turned around as he set down 2 bottles of sparkling water.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, Mrs. Leclerc?" he asked as the bathroom door opened and Charles stepped out, only in a towel slung around his hips. The room service server looked Charles up and down, swallowed hard and blushed, then he looked at me again, still blushing. I smiled at him, containing my laughter because I knew his feelings all too well, seeing Charles almost naked made me all hot and heavy, still.

"No, thank you very much, but that’s all." I said and handed him the money bill.

"Thank you, Mrs Leclerc. Mr Leclerc. Have a good night!" he said fast and pushed the cart out of our room.

I closed the door behind him and chuckled when Charles hugged me from behind.

"Mhhh Mrs. Leclerc, I have to be honest, I like the sound of that!" he whispered and littered my neck with tiny kisses.

"Oh come on! We’re dating for how long now? Two months? Get a grip!" I laughed and turned around, seeing that he was wearing sweatpants now, but still no shirt.

"Pretty girl, we’re not just dating! This is a serious relationship! And to be clear, it’s been two and a half months! And that is just the time where it’s official that I’m yours and you’re mine! But what about the time before that?" he said with a fake pout, although there was a glimmer of sincerity in his eyes.

"The time where you had a girlfriend counts as well?" I said, as a joke, and walked past him, sitting down on the sofa, lifting the lid off of the basket of French fries. I inhaled the smell and ate one. Charles turned around and looked at me before he closed his eyes for a second, then he sat down next to me, and took my hands in his.

"Charles, I was jok…" I started but he shook his head.

"We never really talked about it, always found excuses to next address it… it was stupid to start a relationship when I quite obviously had feelings for you, I know! But I kinda liked her as a friend and I thought that maybe, if I like her enough, it would turn eventually into more and then I could get over the feelings I had for you… they were eating me alive, mon amour. Joris, Ricky, Daniel, Pierre, our brothers, even Seb! They all pushed me into your direction, telling me you would feel the same, but… god I was scared! What if they’re all wrong? And then I confess my feelings for you and you don’t feel the same? I was so scared of losing you! Lizzie, you know that I can’t live without you! So I swallowed it all down and kept you as my best friend, because I’d rather had you in my life as friend then not at all…" Charles said it in a firm tone, but still so vulnerable "But sometimes this spark, this connection between us came up and I wasn’t so sure anymore if keeping this feelings bottled up was the right decision! But then I saw you in Assen, I went to the toilet, you and Ben? The son of your old manager? I only saw him from the side. You kissed and I just walked away, I never saw you with another guy before, but that confirmed to me that they all were wrong about you having feelings for me, so yeah… when Camille made a move then at New Year’s Eve, I gave her a chance but I never was in love with her, I heard how Mum talked about the feelings she had for Papa after meeting him for the first time, and I realised that it’s never gonna be like this with her, because these feelings I only had for you, but maybe if I gave it some time it would change, but it never did, because I only was in love once and that was, no, is with you…"

I looked at him shocked, face white as a sheet of paper.

"You saw that? Him and I?" I whispered and let go of his hands, folded mine in my lap and looked down at them, all the other things he had said were irrelevant for my brain at that moment.

"Yeah, I didn’t spy on you and watched it. I was upstairs and looked over the banister and then I saw you two and I quickly turned around and left…" he said and I drew a sharp breath in, a tear slipped down my face, I started shaking, for the second time today because of him. Charles noticed it and in an instant he pulled me in his lap "Hey, hey, mon amour? What’s going on? You know you can tell me everything?"

I nodded and looked up at him, more tears escaping my eyes. I had to be honest. He knew me to well to spy every little lie. I took a deep breath.

"That wasn’t Ben, Charles, it was Salva Diaz, he approached me behind the garages, I always went there to have some quiet minutes before the race, he said he could feel the chemistry between us, the looks I was giving him, but that wasn’t true, I told him that, but he wouldn’t believe me, he said I was always so nice to him, always smiling and joking, I said I do that with everyone, that’s how I am and then he shook his head saying that I’m flirting with him and then he kissed me and- umm… I pushed him away and Jamie walked out looking for me, she told him to fuck off and then he left. Jamie yelled after him that he should stay away or we would go to the police…" I said, voice shaking, I didn’t look Charles in the eyes "He never came near me again, I thought he forgot about me, but when it was announced that I would start this season in F1, he started his blog about me and first I ignored it, but then when he asked me that stupid question in Bahrain? It all came back. Seb saw how uncomfortable he made me, not just me, all of you guys weren’t really happy with his questions about me towards them, so he spoke with the FIA, but they told us they couldn’t just ban him because we don’t like his questions… but they said he would be ignored during press cons, singe couldn’t ask his questions anymore…" Charles stayed quiet, only caressing my back gently, he then kissed my temple, closing his eyes.

"I’ll kill him." he murmured against my skin and I shook my head "Lizzie, I’m so sorry! Would I just stayed a second longer I would’ve seen what he did! Or if not that, then I should’ve talked to you about it instead of being all jealous and start this thing with Camille. I’m sorry, mon amour."

"It’s not your fault, Charles. Not that he did what he did, nor that you tried it with Camille! You’re here now, that is what matters!" I said and kissed him on the cheek "Come on, I’m hungry and this food smells amazing!" I got off of his lap, wiped my eyes with his hoodie, careful to not smear my make up. Then I sat down on the floor and opened the lids of the rest of the food, although I wasn’t the slightest hungry anymore, I started eating some fries, hoping Charles would join me, not asking more questions.

He stood up, got his phone and two cans of coke from the minibar and sat down next to me. He fished then two long fries out of the basket, set them aside and started to record a video with his phone, then he handed me one of the long fries and took the other one in his hand.

"A toast for a brilliant race by a brilliant driver! You did amazing and I love you! Cheers to your first win of many more to come!" Charles said and we toasted our two fries together.

I laughed and bit into my fry. Then we indulged in the rest of the food.

"That’s some good pasta!” I said and Charles only nodded smiling. We sat in silence for some time, I finished my salad, had some pasta and some fries, as Charles looked up at me.

"Lizzie, I’m going to ask you this only once… did you tell the FIA what he did? In Assen? Or did you just spoke to them about the blog and his inappropriate questions." he asked calmly and I knew that whatever answer I would give him, he would be furious.

"I told them what he did, they believed me, but they said because I didn’t file a police report, they can’t just ban him. It would be word against word. And me not doing anything about it when it happened would only help his case and…" I began but Charles slammed his fist on the table and I flinched, he immediately took his hand back and slowly and gently took mine in his.

"I’m sorry, mon amour, I didn’t meant to scare you! But are they for real?" he groaned and I just nodded "He‘s still at every press conference! How can they allow him to sit there? They should protect you!"

"He’s banned for the next 10 races, after the article and they made it clear to him, that if he ever crosses the line again, he would be banned forever." I said and Charles nodded slowly.

"I think it’s still not enough! But better then nothing!" he replied and ruffled his hair "But if I ever see him again, and he’s just breathing in your direction… he’ll be dead." the look on his face made me shiver, he was dead serious.

"Can you please not do that? I want you by my side, not in jail." I sighed.

"He won’t be found, don’t worry…" Charles got up.

"Watching all these true crime documentaries with you was a bad idea…" I groaned and he chuckled.

"Come on, pretty girl. Let’s lay down for a bit!" he plugged in his phone and I got up, walking to the bed.

"It’s half past 9 already! I’m not sure we sh…" I began but he shook his head.

"They won’t be at the bar until 10 anyways! And you’re the star of the show! So you can come later, have your big entrance!" he said and laid down "And now come here!"

"Okay… but not for too long!" I said as I snuggled into him.

"Just a little while…" he whispered and kissed the top of my head "Now relax, my little race winner!"

"Thank you again, for bringing something nice for me to wear…" I said as I walked out of the bathroom, Shima and Sissy sitting on the bed.

"You’re very welcome! You look fantastic, you just won a race, can we please go now and have a few drinks?" Shima said and I laughed.

"Sure. The boys are downstairs?" I asked and Sissy nodded.

"Yup their waiting for us." she said and got up "Let’s go!" she looked herself up and down one last time in the mirror and nodded.

"So… I heard how Charles was talking to a certain McLaren driver earlier… he’s coming as well?" I said as we walked out of the room and my sister shrugged her shoulders.

"Oh really? Daniel is coming as well?" she said nonchalantly and Shima chuckled.

"No, Lando…" I said and for a second disappointment flashed over my sisters face.

"Cool." she said tight lipped.

"Of course Daniel! You can admit that you like him! You got along pretty well in Miami? Oh and Monaco…" I said and she shook her head.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about." she pushed the button for the lobby in the elevator and Shima and I laughed.

"Sure… but just so you know, I think he likes you… he asked me a couple of times how you are and what you’re doing…" I said right as the doors opened and I walked out.

"He did?" she sounded excited.

"Ha! Got you!" I laughed and she hit my arm "Ouch! But yes, he really did…" I rubbed my arm as the boys waved at us, Charles turned around and the look on his face when he eyed me up from head to toe made me blush.

"You look beautiful, mon amour." he said as he pulled me into his arms "So fucking beautiful… I’m not sure if I can keep my hands to myself…"

"Behave, cave man!" Shima laughed and Charles pouted a little "Your puppy face is not working on me!"

"Come on, let’s go!" Lorenzo said and we walked outside, where a Hummer limousine was waiting for us.

"You’re fucking kidding me?" I groaned and Charles laughed "Are you serious?"

"Woah! Don’t look at me! That’s not my doing!" he held up his hands and Marcus and Lorenzo laughed.

"Our little sister is a Formula 1 Grand Prox winner!" Marcus said.

"And that means you’re treated like royalty tonight!" Lorenzo added.

"And Charles will treat you like a queen later on tonight!" Arthur laughed and Marcus and Lorenzo both slapped the back of his head at the same time "You’re acting like they’re innocent little kids…" he mumbled, rubbing his head.

"Come on, let’s party!" Joris exclaimed and opened the door, helping first Sissy and then Shima in, before he climbed in himself, followed by Arthur and Daniel.

"Mademoiselle." Charles offered me his hand and I got into the limousine, Charles right behind me. As soon as Marcus and Lorenzo were inside the limousine drove off.

"This thing is freaking huge!" I looked around as Daniel handed me a glass of champagne.

"Cheers to our race winner, Lizzie and to Charles‘ P3!" Joris said and we toasted are glasses together.

Charles arm was slung around me and he kissed my temple.

"You were right, it was better to calm down a little, relax, before going out, thank you…" I whispered and he smiled.

"I meant what I said, it’s going to be so tough to keep my hands to myself later on!" he whispered back and his lips brushed mine.

"Love birdies! Stop! You’re not snogging in front of me…" Marcus groaned and Lorenzo and Daniel nodded along.

"Behave!" Daniel said and I giggled a little.

"Do all of that behind locked doors…" Arthur laughed and Charles sighed, pulling me closer.

"I guess we won’t stay that long after all…" he whispered in my ear and I looked at him, his eyes burning with lust and passion.

"Just have a couple of drinks, say hi to everyone and then we can leave, right?" I asked and he nodded.

"My words exactly."

As soon as we arrived at the bar, that was more a club, and walked inside a whole bunch of my team was there and began to cheer and applaud. I also saw some of the fellow drivers making their way to me. Daniel, Max and Pierre being the firsts, all giving me a hug.

"How does it feel, to be a GP winner?" Pierre asked and I shrugged my shoulders a little.

"Amazing, I guess?" I smiled and followed Daniel’s look.

"You should talk to her, my sister, she’ll be happy to see you…" I said and he smiled wide.

"Yeah? You think so?" he asked, a little nervous.

"Is the Danny Ric nervous? Because of a girl? Damn…" Max chuckled and I rolled my eyes.

"Just go!" I laughed and he nodded.

"Will do!" and with that he left, approaching Sissy.

"Hey Lizzie! Congrats!" Alex walked up, next to him George.

"Yeah! Amazing race! Amazing weekend! Well deserved win!" he added and hugged me.

"Thanks guys, really! I really appreciate it!" I smiled thankfully at them as I saw Matt wave at me "If you excuse me, I want to say hi to my team! But we’ll have a drink later on together?" the guys nodded and I left with a smile on my face.

"There she is! The lady of the hour! LIZZIE!" Matt yelled, and the other guys cheered as well.

"Thank you guys! Thank you so much! Without you, this win wouldn’t be possible!" I said as the new mechanic, Paul handed me a shot.

"To Lizzie!" he said and they all held up their shot glasses repeating his words. I jugged the shot down, hating the burning on my tongue and in my throat. We stood at the bar and I talked for a little while with them when I looked around. Charles sitting with Max, Pierre, Arthur and Daniel at the table, his eyes on me. Shima and Joris were dancing and laughing together, while Danny Ric and my sister also danced and enjoyed their time. Lorenzo, Marcus, George and Alex were playing darts together. I felt a hand on my back and turned around. Paul.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked, signing the bar tender for another round of drinks.

"Yeah. I do." I said and he smiled, the bartender sliding a whiskey to Paul and a vodka lemon to me.

"Cheers Lizzie!" he held his glass towards me and I grabbed mine.

"What are we toasting to?" I asked and he though for a second.

"Good team work?" he said and I smiled.

"Alright! Good team work!" I replied and toasted my glass with his, then I took a sip and sat the glass down, feeling dizzy already "Maybe I should slow down a little. I’m not really a hard drinker."

He chuckled and I felt his arm around me, tightening his grip.

"Don’t worry, I got you." he said and I shook my head a little.

"Thanks, but I gotta see my friends now for a little! See you later?" I said, getting up from the barstool, grabbing my drink.

"I’m not going anywhere." he laughed and I nodded, walking to Charles, although every step was a new challenge. Maybe I should have left it with one shot.

"Hi, Charlie bear." I plopped down next to Charles and he looked at me.

"You had fun?" something in his voice was off, but I couldn’t quiet place it.

"Yeah… I mean, it was a little too much alcohol for my liking." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Who‘s that guy? You were talking to?" Charles asked and I followed his look.

"Oh, he’s a new mechanic, Paul." I said, taking another sip from my glass.

"He’s new? For that you two get along really well already?" he said and I scrunched my eyebrow together.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"Nothing? Just that you guys get along pretty well…" Charles said.

"Well yeah, he’s a nice guy." I answered and he scoffed a little.

"I’m sure he is." Charles let out and before I could say something Shima already pulled me onto the dance floor.

"You’re here to celebrate, not just drink and talk!" she said and twirled me around, Joris next to her nodding.

"I had maybe already a little too much to drink for this…" I said as she spun me around.

"Not enough!" Pierre appeared next to me with 4 shots, Joris and Shima each taking one "Come on! Down it!"

"Pierre!" I whined a little but still did it.

"There you go! The night has just begun!" he laughed and I knew I was in for a ride.

After another shot and some excessive dancing I had to stop.

"Seriously I need to… no I can’t… I’m done." I giggled as Pierre shrugged his shoulders and downed the shot I was supposed to drink and stumbled back to the booth, where Charles was talking with Lorenzo and Marcus.

"Someone’s drunk…" Marcus stated and I nodded.

"Very much." I mumbled leaning back.

"Here." Charles untwisted the cap of a water bottle and gave it to me. I almost drank the whole bottle in one go and closed my eyes "We should leave. You’ve had enough." he said and I sighed.

"You’re probably right…" I whispered and Charles got up.

"I’ll call us a cab." he said and left.

"You guys stay?" I asked my brother and he nodded.

"It’s not that often that I can go out these days, having a kid, you know. Although I much rather would like to go out without seeing my little sisters getting totally shot faced or making out with an Aussie." he said and Lorenzo laughed.

"Sissy and Danny Ric? Where?" I looked around, not seeing them.

"They left to a dark corner, doing god know’s what…" Lorenzo said and I laughed.

"Lizzie? The cab is coming any minute." Charles said and I looked up.

"Okay." I got up, leaning over to hug Marcus and Lorenzo "See you tomorrow… or rather see you later."

"Good night, Lizzie!" they said and nodded to Charles "Take care of her."

"Don’t worry, I will." he said and gently laid his arm around my waist "Come on. We don’t have to say goodbye to everyone separately, just wave."

"But that’s rude?" I said and he groaned "Look! They’re all together!" I spotted our friends and walked over, almost tripping.

I hugged Arthur, Pierre, Daniel, Shima and Joris goodbye and waved to George and Alex.

"Alright, let’s go." Charles said as we walked into Max "Bye Max."

"See you guys, have a good night!" he smiled at me when I hugged him.

"Bye Maxie!" I almost shouted and he laughed.

"Bye Lizzie." he chuckled and left.

Right as we reached the door Paul tapped my shoulder.

"You’re leaving already? Come on! This is your night!" he said and I felt Charles grip on my waist tightening.

"She had enough. She’s not used to drink that much." Charles explained and I nodded along.

"He’s right. I’m really done." I laughed but Paul just waved it off.

"Oh come on! You promised me to have another drink with me!" he said and I cocked an eyebrow.

"I did? Well I’m sorry! But Charlie is right, we’re leaving! Bye, bye Paul." I said and Charles pulled me away, outside "Why didn’t you say goodbye to him?"

"To who?" Charles asked, waving at the cab.

"Paul!" I answered.

"I don’t know that guy, and he was annoying, he should’ve seen that you had enough!" he said, opening the car door for me "Now get in there, cara mia." he gently pushed me inside before he followed me, closing the door.

"You don’t like him?" I pried.

"I don’t know him." Charles stated and I scrunched up my nose.

"Well you could’ve said hi to him, then you would’ve known him." I retorted and he scoffed "What?"

"Nothing." he said, looking out of the window, his hand on my thigh.

As soon as we were at our hotel and got back to our room Charles helped me out of my clothes, and I pulled Charles hoodie over my head, before disappearing into the bathroom. I cleaned my face, brushed my teeth and then looked into the mirror, gasping loudly.

"Cara mia? Are you okay?" Charles asked worriedly.

"Yeah, I just realised how done I looked…" I quickly lied, putting some concealer on my jaw, blending it in with some powder. I walked out of the bathroom and Charles looked at me.

"You’re okay?" he asked again and I nodded "Okay." he walked past me and closed the bathroom door behind me. I climbed into the bed, emptied the glass of water on the night stand and cuddled into the pillows. I was half asleep when Charles climbed in next to me, switching the light off.

"Are you mad at me?" I whispered into the darkness of the room.

"Why do you ask that?" he answered.

"I don’t know… you didn’t seem to enjoy the night." I said quietly. I heard the sheets rustling and Charles pulled me into his side, carding his hand gently through my hair.

"I’m not mad. No." he muttered.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"I am sure. I didn’t like that I couldn’t even have one moment with you alone, but it’s okay, it was your night." he kissed the top of my head "Sleep now."

"I’m sorry… that we’re a secret…" I whispered before I drifted off into a deep sleep.

"Have you seen my phone?" I mumbled looking around the room.

"I plugged it in, it’s on the sideboard." Charles answered as he walked out of the bathroom, hair still wet from the shower.

"Oh? Thanks." I kissed his cheek before I walked into the bathroom, sitting down at the vanity and starting to blow dry my hair. The dull sound of the hair dryer worsening my headache. When my hair was dry enough, I braided my hair loosely into one braid and then applied a little make up on my face, covering up the bruises, when I was satisfied I pulled over the thin, long sleeved sweatshirt and walked back out. I searched around the room for my jeans and when I finally found them I put them on.

"Are you done with your suitcase?" Charles asked and I looked around.

"Yup. I have everything." I said and he closed it, zipping it up and locking it. I threw my wallet, phone, charger, headphones and book into my bag, squishing in a hoodie and looked at Charles "I’m ready!"

"Alright. There will be a car, taking all of the luggage to the airport already, the rest of us will have a nice brunch together before we leave as well for the airport." Charles said, tapping away on his phone "Ready?"

"Ready! Let’s go!" I smiled at him and we left our hotel room.

Downstairs everyone was waiting for me and Charles took my suitcase and brought it alongside his to the van that was waiting outside.

"You look… umm- how drunk were you exactly?" I asked Shima, who was sitting in an armchair, head in her hands.

"Can you talk a little less loud? Thank you!" Joris next to her groaned.

"Okay? So let’s see, apart from Charles, Arthur, Lorenzo and me, you all look half dead…" I stated and laughed.

"Not all of us have a boyfriend who drags us away before we can make stupid decisions!" Daniel shrugged and Charles walked back in.

"Where is Sissy?" he asked and I looked up.

"We meet her at the restaurant." Marcus said, as he came out of the elevator "Morning Buddy." he said as Benji ran off to him, crouching down and hugging him.

"She’s not here?" I whispered, suppressing a lough.

"Where is Mummy?" Liam asked looking up from where he was sitting on Pascales lap.

"She went shopping!"

"She went for a run!"

"She was up already and left earlier!"

I looked at Marcus, Lorenzo and Arthur and burst out laughing.

"You might want to discuss your stories again…" Dad said and Liam looked confused.

"She’s alright, Buddy, don’t worry!" Charles said and scooped him up "Come on now, I’m freaking hungry!" Charles said and Liam laughed.

"Me too! I could eat a whole bear!" he said and Charles chuckled.

"Make it 2! That’s how much I could eat!" he answered and together we all walked out, splitting up and got into the vans waiting for us. I sat down next to Liam and Charles, who still discussed what they want to eat and turned around, looking at Shima, Joris and Arthur.

"Is she with Danny?" I mouthed, Shima and Joris shrugged their shoulders but Arthur nodded.

"They left shortly after you… different hotel though…" he whispered and I laughed, he leaned in closer and I leaned back as much as possible "And these two next to me? They were pretty handsy…" my eyes widened and I shot them a glance. Joris leaned against the window, Shima leaned against him.

"You don’t say…" I chuckled.

"Oh yes!" Arthur laughed and leaned back in his seat.

"Interesting night." I mumbled turning back around. I looked outside the window and soon we stopped in front of a restaurant with a large terrace, Sissy already sitting there, waiting for us "Look Bubba, there’s your mum!" he looked up from his conversation with Charles and smiled.

When we all got out, Liam rushed to his mother and hugged her, we all sat down around the tables that were pushed together to create a huge one, big enough to fit all of us. As soon as we got up two waiters came along, taking our drinking orders whereas a whole bunch of other waiters carried our dish after dish, placing it alongside the table. When the table was covered in all sorts of food and we all had our drinks Charles got up.

"Alright guys, I make it short. Lizzie, I always wanted to see you win, to see you smash every single dream you ever had. I wanted to see you overcome every single barriers you face being the only girl in this sport. And yesterday I finally was able to see you doing just all of that! We all witnessed just how great you are! You had a rough couple of days, but you turned it all around! We all are so proud of you! And would Hans be here with us today, he would be the proudest of all of us! Let’s raise our glasses, but not just to Lizzie, also to Hans!" Charles said and we all raised our glasses.

"To Lizzie! To Hans!" we all said and I felt a few tears slipping down my cheeks.

"Thank you guys! Really!" I said, my voice hoarse and as Charles sat down next to me I pulled him close and kissed him, melting into his touch "Thank you. For everything! I love you, mon cœur! I don’t know what I would do without you!" I whispered into his ear and Charles held me tight, kissing the side of my head.

"You know I’m your biggest fan? Number one supporter? I’ll be by your side. Every step of the way. Always and forever. You and me…" Charles began and I smiled, ending his sentence.

"…against the world."

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Everything Salva Diaz said about Lizzie are actual things that have been said to female racing drivers! I watched a documentary about it weeks ago and was honestly shocked what these girls/women have to go through! That is way beyond sexist!

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Fake Dating w piarles 👉👈

22. Fake Dating

Ferrari sits them both down on a Thursday and tells them the truth: the team is going to shit. Which--Pierre could've told them that in the first place, if he's being honest. It's not like they're not competing in the MotoGP sphere, but even on two wheels, Red Bull just seems so much god damn faster, and try as he might, he can't make up the ground he needs to for a championship with this bike. He loves Ferrari, he does, it's just...

It hasn't exactly been their year. Sitting beside him in the chair, Charles' body language tells him that it's the same in the F1 paddock too.

"We are bleeding money," Fred says flatly, "and we're going to break cost cap if we try anything on our engines." Which isn’t exactly the most reassuring start of a conversation to be having with your boss. “So we need to figure this out off the track.”

“What do you expect us to do,” Charles deadpans, unfurling a little in his seat. Pierre, admittedly, is a little shocked—he doesn’t really know Charles all that well, outside of the occasional PR events the whole Ferrari organization is required to attend, but from everything he’s heard, Charles Leclerc is a soft-spoken, mild-mannered driver who just turns the energy on out in the field. This is not soft-spoken at all. “We are drivers, Fred, not cash cows.” Pierre bites his tongue. Charles is right, of course, but he’s—he’s not going to stick his foot in his mouth by actively agreeing with him right now.

Fred just levels him with a tired look. “I know that, Charles. And I am doing my best to get you a better car—” he turns to Pierre briefly, “and you a better bike,” then back to Charles, “but in the meantime, we have to make due.” He sighs, then grabs one of the folders stacked neatly on his desk. “Public Relations had an idea.”

The idea is for them to date.

Not for real, of course, Fred had stressed the importance of that: it’s only in public, and they don’t need to really do anything besides appear together close in public. “It will drive the tabloids in Maranello crazy,” he’d said, “and it will hopefully give us some financial buffer between now and the end of the season.” It’s definitely an out-there plan, but honestly, Pierre has been so frustrated with his racing season that he’ll do anything to get himself a better, faster bike for next year.

Including this. Charles apparently feels the same, because there’s no argument over the plan once it’s laid out—they sign off on the paperwork from the PR department, listen to Fred make an endless slew of promises about swimming in champagne by next year, and then.

Well, and then they leave the building as boyfriends. Pierre doesn’t think he’s had more than two conversations with Charles before this moment, so as they reach the front doors of Ferrari’s headquarters, he stops in his tracks. Charles, blessedly, notices. “What?”

“I…” Pierre shakes his head. “Are we starting now?” The afternoon has gone overcast, clouds threatening rain all over the otherwise-warm summer afternoon.

Charles shrugs. “Why not?” He gestures outside, to the surprisingly-empty square out front. “No one is here, so we can at least…practice.” He hums. “See what works.” It feels like too awkward of a conversation to get into right now, all things considered. Maybe Charles is right.

“Makes sense,” Pierre agrees after a slightly-too-long beat. “So do you…?” He’s not sure what he’s asking, really, but he extends a hand to Charles anyway.

Charles, who nods slightly, then takes Pierre’s hand in his own. He’s warm. His hands are soft. Pierre tries not to look into why he shivers when their fingers slowly interlock.

The idea goes off the rails with six races left to go in the F1 calendar.

Pierre had expected it to happen sooner, if he’s being honest—but not for this reason. When they’d signed off on their PR forms and clauses, he’d had an inkling that he and Charles wouldn’t mesh well, which would make the fake relationship that much harder to maintain in front of all the cameras surrounding them both on-track and off. The spotlight of Ferrari and all that. It’s one thing to be friends with someone in your team, but it’s another thing entirely to pretend to date them, and Pierre’s no actor.

Yet here he is, standing in Charles’ garage on the paddock with the Ferrari-branded headset and Charles-branded sweatshirt, and he’s finding that this whole pretend relationship thing is going off the rails because the moment Charles hops out of his car at the end of the practice session, he makes a beeline right for Pierre and all but crashes them into the back wall with the force of his kiss.

This whole thing is going off the rails because Pierre goes with it so easily it’s like breathing, not a second thought in sight. Charles is soaked in sweat, he can feel it seeping from his race suit into Pierre’s street clothes, and there are balaclava lines etched deep in his face, but Pierre doesn’t care. He doesn’t care, which means when he winds his arms around Charles’ shoulders to urge him closer. Charles takes the hint easily. He surges forward with the next kiss, pressing Pierre so forcefully against the back wall of the garage that he thinks he’s going to have some marks of his own.

“Don’t you have a debrief,” Pierre manages when they split for air, foreheads still leaned together. Charles huffs a laugh, shakes his head a little. Droplets of sweat cascade from his hair onto Pierre’s face.

“Had to see you first,” is the answer he gets, and Pierre can’t swallow his reactive moan. Two weeks ago in Barcelona, Charles had said the same thing in Pierre’s driver’s room after MotoGP’s qualifying session before giving him the blowjob of his life behind closed doors.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck. “Yeah,” he manages in reply after a beat, “bet you did.”

#hey uh. um. i. i might actually want to um. you know. write this. uh. hm #piarles #10 x 16 #fic #romance prompt meme #ask reply #teamnick #AU tag

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Loving You Is Red - A Jeon Jungkook Fic, voice memo's that were never sent

Synopsis: Jeon Jungkook's name was unheard on the Formula 1 paddock till he got a chance to drive a Mercedes car as a reserve driver. His 2020 starts looking brighter as he signs with Ferrari and meets you, his team mates little sister. So many cliched tropes, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, dating brother's best friend, and most importantly Jeon Jungkook looks smoking hot in a Ferrari! Genre: Angst, lots of it, happy ending Word Count: 3.5kAuthor's Note: So, this is a little extra instalment based on something my boyfriend did. He told me about the voice notes he left for me during our break up. he wanted to call and tell me a million things, but instead he'd leave a voice memo in his phone, pretending like they got to me. made me sob like a baby. so, this is a version of that for loving you is red, different voice notes Jungkook records for OC over the five years they're apart... I highly recommend you read the fic to have a better understanding of this. You can find the fic here

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Day after Abu Dhabi Race 2020

Jungkook was hungover and tired, the night had been kind of a blur after he won the race. He still couldn’t believe he was the 2020 F1 world champion, he still couldn’t believe you weren’t in the bed beside him, he still couldn’t believe he let you go.

Jungkook was drinking to feel numb, but the morning came and the emotions were starting to eat him up. His hand hovers over your number, Jungkook wants to apologise and wants you back, but he fights the urge as he locks his phone and throws it on the bed as he walks into the washroom.

Walking back with his towel low on his hips, he picks up his phone again, opening the voice recorder app instead. He needs to let out all the intense emotions he’s feeling.

“Hey, just got done crying in the shower. I feel so overwhelmed and anxious, so much is happening all at once. I can’t believe yesterday really happened” he sighs as the app continues recording as he sits down on the bed.

“I’m supposed to go out and celebrate my amazing season but I feel sick just thinking about yesterday. I feel so guilty, I don’t deserve this win” tears are staining his cheeks again, he takes a few deep breaths to compose himself.

“We weren’t supposed to end this way ___…” your name feels heavy in Jungkook’s heart as he presses stop on the recording. Flopping back in bed, he allows himself to cry a little more, processing everything is just too much right now.

1st January 2021

“It’s been a month and a half since I last saw you, feels like forever” Jungkook struggles to stand still as he records another voice memo. Jungkook’s friends invited him out, hoping to distract him and celebrate the new years, but you were still on his mind.

“The new year started fifteen minutes ago, so my resolution for this year is to get over you, I’m going to get a tattoo to symbolise that too” he promises as he gulps down the whiskey, taking a good look at himself in the mirror. All he sees is a shitty, depressed version of himself and he doesn’t like it one bit.

“I have to start getting over you, I can’t keep feeling broken like this” his voice cracks as he struggles to keep the tears away, he’s been crying a lot more than usual lately.

“I hate myself some more just imagining you being miserable like this. I hope you’ve realised that you’re better off without me, that you deserve someone who prioritises you” he whispers the last part as he lets the tears win once again.

“Happy new year ___, I know this year can’t top the magic that was 2020, but I’ll try. I have to unless all this pain was for nothing” he chuckles dryly as he stops recording. It takes him a few minutes to compose himself, but he does, he’s getting shockingly good at pretending like he’s fine.

Race 2 2021

Jungkook’s frustrated as he shuts the door to his hotel room, it’s the second race of the season and the car is absolutely not supporting him. He can feel the anger simmer inside him as he struggles to fall asleep, he’s been struggling with this for a while now.

“I wish you were here right now. Bad day’s didn’t feel as bad with you” he says as he stares at the ceiling as his phone records beside him.

“You’d probably help me realise that the issues are out of my control, that I need to be a little patient. You’d run your fingers through my hair, in an attempt to calm me down” his hand rakes through his hair as the memory of you doing the same flashes in his mind.

“But most importantly, you’d put on the office because that’s your cure for everything” an actual giggle escapes his lips as he turns off the recording and opens the netflix app.

That night, he falls asleep as Michael Scott does something childish.

Race 7 2021

“Phillip was on call with you while we were out for a photo shoot and I heard your voice for the first time in months” Jungkook sighs as he takes a seat on the kitchen counter, something you’d usually do.

“I was starting to feel better and then I heard your voice” he says as he eats straight from the pan.

“You were talking about the weather in Oxford, adjusting in your new apartment, your voice sounded the same. Soft as always” he stares into his empty, dark apartment as he wonders what your new apartment looks like.

“And all I’ve been thinking since then is how quickly one can go from knowing each intimate detail of someone’s life to being an absolute stranger to them. How life keeps moving on, even when your heart can’t” he’s starting to lose his appetite the more he thinks about it.

“But I’m glad you’re moving on, You deserve to” Jungkook chuckles as he says that, he means that, he truly does.

“In other news, my year has been an absolute shit show so far, Seven races in and no wins for me yet. Maybe I am just a one hit wonder like the press has been calling me” Jungkook doesn’t find any of this funny, it’s eating him up and the problems just keep piling on.

“I need to stop talking into the recording app and go out and talk to actual people” he thinks out loud as he jumps off the counter, packing away the leftovers.

Summer Break 2021

It’s early in the morning as Jungkook walks closer to the water, the Ibiza wind hitting him in the face and waking him up. He’s been vacationing for all of last week, he has been laughing, hanging out with friends, having a good time, he’s truly been feeling a lot better.

Laying on the beach, he soaks in the morning sunlight, taking a few deep breaths before he starts talking.

“Today would've been our one year anniversary” he sighs as he flops back into the sand, just wanting to lay down for a while. There’s silence for a while as the sentence feels heavy in his heart, just the waves crashing and his heart thumping.

“We wouldn’t be in Ibiza, we’d be closer to the mountains, somewhere cold and cozy” there’s a faint smile on his face as he imagines an alternate universe, where the two of you are still together.

“You would have given me some amazing, handmade gift, like a cute photo book that journals our first year together. I would’ve gotten you some jewellery, probably that bracelet you were eying in Brazil” he remembers the exact bracelet he’s talking about, it’s kind of pathetic that he does.

“But in this shitty version of the universe, you’re probably enjoying your time at university and I get to go to some other club tonight and make small talk with a woman I’m not even remotely interested in” Jungkook is bitter and angry thinking about what could have been.

“This was for the best, right?” he asks himself as he picks up his phone, saving this voice note with today’s date.

Race 17 2021

“Phillip took me out to dinner because he’s worried about me, he thinks the car issues and lack of winning is starting to get to me” he sighs as he pours himself another drink.

“It is starting to get to me, I’m so scared and anxious about my future it keeps me up at night. Of course it’s already starting to get to me given the panic attack I had during the last strategy meeting” Jungkook looks back at the difficult few months, it’s truly been challenging.

“He told me about going through something similar last year, and to not let the disappointment and temporary failure swallow me” Jungkook sighs for what feels like the millionth time tonight as he downs his drink in one go.

“Phillip told me to talk to him or anyone about my fears, verbalising my fears to someone I trust might help me. Phillip said that he told you the same after your accident, how the fear of a dwindling future paralysed you” hearing your name at dinner was not something he expected, every few months he’d start to forget about you and one thing and the rush of memories come back to him.

“You’re the only one I can think of when it comes to talking about my fears,” Jungkook says as he slides down the sofa and sits on the floor.

“I wish I could call you ___” he shuts his eyes tight as your name rolls off his tongue. His phone keeps recording as he switches on the tv to dissociate for a while.

Race 22 2021

“So, I didn’t win the championship. Wasn’t even in the top three but that’s the least of my concerns right now” there’s actual joy in Jungkook’s voice as he tussles around in his hotel bed, balancing his phone in his other hand.

“I just got to the episode when Jim interrupts Pam’s talking head to ask her out, and WOW!! The way the biggest smile appears on her face, and how her eyes light up, jesus fucking christ!” he squeals as he sits up in his bed, he might be a little too invested.

"Jim giving up on a promotion for love, peak of romance” Jungkook can’t help but smile, as he thinks back to the scene he’s seen multiple times now.

“After the crapfest of the year I’ve had, I wish I had the willpower to fight Ferrari last year. I can’t believe it’s been a year since we broke up” having spent all these important momentous dates with you, Jungkook can’t help but think back to them a year later.

“Sometimes I can’t believe just how easily you complied with me breaking us up, how you didn’t fight for us, at all” there’s bitterness in his heart about this, he knows it’s irrational but it’s there.

“Something you said sits heavy in my heart, ‘between the two of us, I’m the only one who’s had to give up on a dream without having a say in it’ and that’s just not true anymore” Jungkook remembers every word you said that evening exactly, he just can’t seem to forget them, or you.

“You may have given up on your dream of figure skating, but I gave up on my dream of a future with you”

Phillip’s Birthday 2022

“I haven’t done this in a while,” Jungkook speaks into his phone as he watches the night sky from the balcony. It had been five months since he had recorded a voice memo instead of calling you, he was starting to forget you.

“I knew I was going to see you today, but, um, I still wasn’t prepared to see you” Jungkook left the party early, he’d had enough of you and your very charming, british boyfriend.

“Christian and you look like you stepped out a romcom, with the perfect met cute story” he laughs genuinely as he thinks back at your chatty boyfriend, so different from you.

“I’m kinda glad seeing how well you’re doing. University, perfect relationship, I really am glad” he repeats in attempts to comfort himself. Taking a good look in the mirror, he has the urge to tug off the sweater he hasn’t worn in ages. The sweater he wore just so you’d notice.

That night, he finally packs up all the things he associated with you, the sweaters, perfumes, diary, books you left around his apartment, you’ve moved on, so should he.

Amsterdam 2023

Jungkook rewatches Phillip’s instagram story for the tenth time today, and there’s a smile on his face everytime he does. It’s a video with a caption that reads, ‘Birthday girl returns to the rink’. A ten second clip of you skating on ice with the biggest smile on your face brings him an amount of joy he hasn’t felt in years.

As you twirl on ice, your hands come into focus and Jungkook notices the ring on your index finger. On the previous watches he might have been a little too distracted by the smile on your face to notice you wearing the birthday gift he gave you. He knows you don’t wear it all the time anymore,because it was missing on Phillip’s birthday less than a year ago.

“Happy 23rd ___” Jungkook talks into his phone as he takes in the prettiest sunset in Amsterdam.

“Today is the first time I’m recording a voice memo when I’m not feeling bitter and depressed” he chuckles out loud and shuts his eyes as the smile on his lips only grows.

“I spent your birthday exploring a vintage bookstore, I was celebrating you in spirit I guess” Jungkook was happy with how he spent his day, going through books for hours.

“I went out for lunch and just stumbled upon this place, it was a happy coincidence. I cancelled my plans for the day and spent it doing something you would love. And for the first time in a while, I thoroughly enjoyed doing something that wasn’t racing” all Jungkook had been doing the last year was work, work related activities and training, he had completely given up on his hobbies.

“You would love this place” Jungkook says wistfully as he looks at a bag full of books he just bought.

Race 2 2024

Jungkook looked at the discarded boxes in his new apartment, and he finally moved to a bigger and better place. The movers had unpacked and arranged everything for him, this place feels foreign and unfamiliar. Jungkook opens a few drawers and shelves before he finds the plates, the only set of plates he owns.

Jungkook presses the record button to record a voice memo, something he hasn’t done in the last six months.

“So, I moved to a bigger, better place. I can afford a ridiculously expensive apartment in Monaco because I’m a two time F1 world champion now!” he says with excitement as he eats the takeout food from the plates you bought him.

“But I still haven’t bought plates, the ones you bought are beautiful, with the blue specks of colours. My favourite colour, apparently” Jungkook says as he takes another bite of the mediocre chinese food.

“And the passcode to this place is still the same as my last one, mostly because I don’t want to remember a new set of numbers. Definitely not because I’m hoping for you to surprise me by breaking into my place” he laughs loudly as he thinks back to the time you let yourself in while he was live streaming, Jungkook really thought someone was breaking in and entering.

“I have a stupid logic for why I won last year's championship, other than the obvious skills and amazing car. I started wearing the chain you gave me, your good luck charm might be my good luck charm too” he smiles widely as his hands go up to touch the chain.

“If it really is a good luck charm, I’ll win this year too” Jungkook has high spirits for 2023, he has high spirits about his personal life too. He turns off the recording when a call notification from Ava pops on his phone.

Race 22 Abu Dhabi 2024

Jungkook is dazed and frustrated as he walks back to his hotel room instead of going back to the club, abandoning his girlfriend but he could care less right now. He hadn’t seen you in over two years, and a three minute conversation has left him feeling empty the same way it did four years ago.

Your voice is ringing in his head as he flops back in bed, how frustrated and bothered you were.

“I hate how broken you looked, how broken you sounded” he whispers another voice memo as he shuts his eyes.

“I didn’t just move on like we never happened, it still shocks me how just six months of us being together bothered me for two years. I DIDN’T MOVE ON FOR TWO FUCKING YEARS ___!” he shouts with frustration, wishing he had said this to you.

“I’VE MOVED ON” Jungkook shouts some more to convince himself.

There are some frustrated huffs until he stops recording, his mind is all over the place and your wide, tear filled eyes haunt him.

December 2024

“So, I broke up with Ava a week after I saw you,” Jungkook says, still sitting in his car. Something clicked after seeing you, he knew all this time that he didn’t really love Ava. You asking him if you did just made him realise that.

“I was using Ava as a distraction and I hate myself for it” he sighs, not really wanting to go back to his empty apartment.

“How can I not love Ava, she’s quite literally perfect for me but I can’t imagine a future with her, at all. Am I damaged? Not capable of loving someone again?” he wonders out loud, his frustration and disappointment growing as he thinks about the mess he is some more.

“Seeing you just reminded me of what loving someone felt like…I couldn’t even be completely honest and open with Ava” he whispers shamelessly.

“You told me about your very destructive tendencies in a relationship, how you cheated on Christian because you couldn’t bring yourself to break up with him, and it just made me realise I was doing the same to Ava” Jungkook talks to himself, he’s been doing a lot of this lately.

“I was hanging onto Ava because I desperately didn’t want to be by myself, I didn’t want to be alone. I hate being alone” he confesses and his eyes are getting a little misty as he thinks about his situation some more.

That night Jungkook comes very close to actually calling you, he wants some warmth and comfort but he knows he doesn’t deserve any of that, especially from you.

Phillip and Maya’s wedding 2025

“I should have made some lame excuse about being busy or something, why do I do this to myself” Jungkook whines as he struggles with his tie, how does he not know how to tie a tie as a twenty five year old. He’s been pacing around in the hotel room, worried about ruining his chance of seeing you.

“I’m just going to apologise and shut this chapter, I need a fresh start and that can’t happen until I apologise to you and this is my only chance to because I need to be done with you” he frustratingly takes the tie off, wondering if he can rock the open button, casual look.

“I’m just worried that you’re not going to want to see me and then this whole evening is going to be awkward” he says as he looks for a turtleneck, open shirt is just too casual.

“Is there a delusional idiot in me that thinks that tonight is going to lead to something more? Yes, but you could bring another charming date and shatter my unrealistic expectations” Jungkook is very frightened for a man who drives at 300 kmph every other weekend without any fear.

“I’m just going to ask for your help, this is nothing more than an ex asking another ex to help tie their tie” he chuckles dryly as he downs his drink, needing some liquid courage before he faces you.

Summer Break 2025

“All I want to do is relax and eat tons of amazing food for the next week,” Jungkook says into his phone as he closes the door to his car.

“Then that’s what we’re going to do, but can you at least tell me where we’re going?” your voice booms on speaker and Jungkook smiles shyly, knowing the suspense is tormenting you. It has been a few weeks since Phillip’s wedding, and since the night he realised something, it’s always been you. It will always be you.

“Pack warm, that’s all I’m going to say right now” he giggles as you grumble on the other side.

“Kook, all my winter clothes are packed up, can you come over and help me get those boxes” you say and he laughs sarcastically.

“Is this just a ploy to get me to come over, if yes you have very bad game ___” he says and you’re the one laughing this time.

“You’re replaceable by a ladder Jeon, don’t get to cocky-” you’re interrupted by your apartment bell ringing.

“Too bad, I’m already here” he says as he’s still on call, you’re a little too elated as you swing the door open.

“Hey-” he’s shut up by your warm lips tugging on his as your arms come around him. Jungkook loses his balance for just a second before he holds you close and deepens the kiss. Jungkook doesn’t have to leave voice memos on his phone anymore, he doesn’t have to pretend to leave you messages. He’s glad he gets to call you, he’s glad he gets to hold you, he’s glad he’s given a second chance with you.

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What's your silly season prediction? I have been thinking bc to me there's no way Carlos doesn't have a seat for next year.

So we know that Lewis/Charles are in ferrari and Mclaren have their drivers locked down.

I think mercedes is gonna take Checo. Why? first they don't have the car to be breaking others drivers contract, they need a midfield that can help George but still be good at getting points, I feel Checo is better in a top car but not the top car. They need someone who bring some marketing, they are gonna take a blow now that Lewis is gone but Checo have the North America audience and is probably the driver that brings more money beside Lewis. I don't feel Kimi is ready for a Mercedes seat yet, Checo is old enough to retire when he's ready.

That leaves the RBR seat free, the obvious choice would be Carlos, I was very on board with this till the whole Horner mess and realized how messy Jos is and still have some power within the team so I bet he won't let Carlos get that seat lol. My bet is on Fernando then, I know Markos don't want him but Horner will, no way Daniel is getting that seat sorry.

So then Carlos to AM with Lance, hopeful it gets better and he can fight for podiums at least, he really deserves a top seat.

Zhou stay with Sauber but Bottas is gone, I'm not sure they would take their academy driver so my bet is Nico, he's wanted by Audi so he's just getting in one year early.

Haas stay with Magnussen because they won't have two rookie but Ollie gets the other seat.

Yuki stay and Daniel is out, Liam get his seat.

Williams stay with Albon, the other seat I'm not sure... I feel Kimi should do another year in f2 but Toto may get cocky and get him the seat. If not they would get maybee Gasly, I feel he wants out of alpine and this is the best he can get.

Alpine stay the same if Gasly doesn't leave, if he is gone then they are getting one of their academy drivers maybe Jack.

I agree with a lot of what you’ve said.

However, based on how things stand now, i think RB will resign Perez. They don’t need any more damn upheaval and he is delivering right now, as well as not making a nuisance of himself.

I think a lot of this hinges on Kimi and how he does in f2 and how much testing they are able to get him. But lets say he ends up needing another year in f2.

I think Alonso to Merc, and Carlos to AM. Alonso is not happy with the performance of the car, even Krack said it, he doesn’t want to drive in 10th. Toto likes a proven entity and Alonso is certainly that. But the other thing about Alonso, he’s old. He’ll take a one year contract because he doesn’t know how long he wants to do this, and Toto doesn’t have years to be offering, because he has to keep the seat warm for Kimi. You could say Carlos is ideal for Merc because there’s only one year until Audi comes in, but i have a sixth sense that Carlos would either want to bed down at Merc, or not go there at all. So I see Alonso to Merc on a one year contract, and Sainz to AM to hedge his bets on staying there if Daddy Warbucks manages to produce a good car, or switching to Audi if it’s the trenches.

On RBR, I don’t think anyone over there wants to add the sainzs to the list of obnoxious families involved in whatever is going on over there. And I don’t think they want to be playing games with Alonso either. They want to let Max do what Max does with minimal interruptions and as fun as Fernando is I don’t think his antics would be washing over there. I think Horner has lost too much pull over there to be making waves. He’s survived the assassination attempt but at the cost of realising he is ALONE in that garage. I don’t think he’ll be willing to stir up any animosity from Jos or Helmut by trying to bring back Daniel. And with Daniel’s performance he has no leg to stand on.

Yuki is a lock until 2026 which means Daniel is out and Liam is in (I think Liam has already signed).

Agree that Bearman and KMag will be the lineup for Haas.

Would love to see a whole new lineup for Sauber, but unlikely. I think they’re just as likely to stick with Zhou and Bottas as to get rid of them, because I think Audi will want a totally new lineup In 2026 anyway. I’m not sure what the pipeline is like for Sauber if Ferrari academy drivers go to Haas. Would not be surprised at all if it was Nico, I’d like to see him stay on the grid. Wouldn’t be surprised if it was Daniel, as an Audi audition and for the marketing.

I think Alex has one more year on the contract at Williams so he’s locked in. Sargeant definitely gone. I don’t know who else is in the Williams academy so can’t say who will get the seat. I am very skeptical about Kimi getting it. I think it will take James Vowles having NO other option before he takes on a Mercedes’ junior. I don’t think it’s unlikely that Kimi will go straight to Merc in 2026 (or 2025 honestly. They could use it as a test year for him if they are just giving up on the current regs). But yeah I see another rookie at Williams. Unless they get a hint that Alex is leaving…in which case they’ll be scrambling for someone with experience but idk who they will find. I don’t think they’ll take Gasly with that attitude of his.

I see alpine sticking with the baguettes. Maybe they dump Pierre but that’s a big maybe because the heck else are they going to get? Doohan doesn’t seem like he’d do a better job and their car is so bad a rookie might not even be able to keep it out of the wall. If they don’t improve the car, I see them sticking with the current lineup.

So yeah I mostly agree. But I’m just SO excited to see a couple of rookies on the grid, and Liam too.

#f1 #formula 1 #Carlos sainz #Alonso #kimi antonelli #ollie bearman

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