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harrysfolklore · 4 months ago

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mini charles - cl16

summary: charles and his son. one and the same (just cute boy dad charles fluff)

folkie radio: I MISSED WRITING CHARLES SO MUCH!!!! and what's better than dad charles fluff??? enjoy!

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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yourinstagram Nothing beats watching daddy race ❤️ We missed this!

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username1 MY HEART OMFG

username2 THE WAY HE JUMPS EVERY TIME THE FERRARI GOES BY 😭

lorenzotl Little man has Charles' entire energy from his karting days!

└ yourinstagram Don't remind me, he's asking when can he start karting already

pierregasly He's going to be faster than his dad soon enough

└ lando true

└ charles_leclerc Stop attacking me

username3 baby boy already knows more about racing than the entire ferrari strategy team

username4 THE LITTLE ALLEZ PAPA WHEN CHARLES PASSES BY MY HEART

username5 imagine when him and little max verstappen join f1

arthur_leclerc My favorite nephew mastering the racing lines already! Tell him uncle Arthur is taking him karting next weekend

└ yourinstagram He's asking if he can face time "uncle turtur" tonight

carlossainz55 Mini Charles giving me engineering feedback after the race again? 😂

└ yourinstagram He misses Uncle Calos over here

username6 DADDY CHARLES HAS MY ENTIRE HEART

username7 i can’t believe charles has a kid

kellypiquet Mini Charles and Penelope need a playdate at the next race!

username8 FUTURE WDC

iamrebeccad I miss my little bff!

└ yourinstagram He misses his pretty friend Becca too

username9 watching daddy race i can’t do this

username10 MINI CHARLES WE LOVE YOU !!

charles_leclerc My champion ❤️ See you both after all the media duties mon amour

└ yourinstagram We love you so much

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scuderiaferarri Our youngest strategy expert hard at work 👨‍🔧

Some say he already knows the perfect timing for pit stops 😉 #MiniCharles

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username1 MINI LECLERC OMFG

username2 finally someone who can fix Ferrari strategy 💀

username3 "Papa, you should box box now"

username4 mini charles probably making better calls than the entire pit wall 😭

username5 the way he's got Charles' focused expression when he's analyzing data 🥺

username6 little man already calculating tire degradation better than most

username7 "By my calculations, daddy should've won 5 more races" - Mini Charles Leclerc, age 4

username8 he headphones are bigger than his head I can't 😭❤️

username9 HIS CAP I CANTTTT

charles_leclerc My champion ❤️

yourinstagram My babyyy🥹

username10 Future Ferrari Team Principal right here

username11 when a 4-year-old understands race strategy better than... nevermind 💀

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f1updatesdaily Charles Leclerc was beaming talking about his son in the post-race press conference:

"He's already telling me where I need to improve my lines. This morning before the race he gave me a drawing of the perfect racing line. He made me promise to follow it exactly."

"He's quite serious about it actually - last race he told me my apex at turn 4 wasn't good enough. Sometimes I think he watches more onboards than I do! But it's special, you know... having him in the garage. He knows every single mechanic, everybody adores him..."

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username1 THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER

username2 little leclerc already following his father's footsteps.

username3 the way charles' eyes lit up talking about his son 🥺

username4 DAD CHARLES IS SOMETHING ELSE

username5 he’s giving charles racing advice at the age of 4 MY HEART CANT TAKE THIS

username6 "Papa you missed the apex" - a toddler dragging his F1 driver father, we love to see it 😭

username7 like father like son rn

username8 not charles having to explain to his 4yo why he didn't follow his racing line advice 💀

username9 I WANT TO HAVE KIDS NOW

username10 this is the most wholesome thing ever

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charles_leclerc My toughest critic, biggest supporter, and favorite engineer all in one ❤️ Thank you for always telling me to push harder, even if sometimes it's just to race you to bedtime 😅 Je t'aime mon petit champion

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username1 MINI CHARLES MY HEART

username2 his little ferrari suit i can’t do this

carlossainz55 Still waiting for his feedback on my last lap 😂

└ charles_leclerc He said that “Uncle Calos was better in Red”

arthur_leclerc Best race engineer in Monaco, hands down

username3 IM SOBBING REAL TEARS

sebastianvettel This is what it's all about ❤️ Miss my little racing critic!

└ yourinstagram He keeps asking when is uncle seb coming to visit !

username4 he’s the cutest little thing ever i can’t

yourinstagram Like father like son... both perfectionists 🥰

└ charles_leclerc And stubborn like his Maman

alex_albon the new ferrari team principal looks promising

└ lando fred watch your back

f1 When's he joining the grid? 👀

username5 outsold charles already

username6 BOY DAD CHARLES IS WHAT THE WORLD NEEDED

username7 i’m glad to be alive to witness charles being a dad

username8 THE PADDOCK’S BABY

username9 i know i say this all the time but really i can’t believe charles is a dad

username10 wdc in 20 years

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charles_leclerc 5 years of teaching me how to be better, on and off track. Joyeux anniversaire mon petit champion ❤️ Je t'aime

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username1 HAPPY BIRTHDAY MINI CHARLES

username2 I CANT BELIEVE HES 5 ALREADY

carlossainz55 Happy birthday to the only person who can give Charles a proper strategy briefing

└ lewishamilton Agreed

maxverstappen1 Happy birthday Mini Charles ! Still waiting for that racing line analysis you promised me 😉

arthur_leclerc Happy birthday to my favorite nephew! The mini strategy meeting during cake time was 10/10 👌

└ charles_leclerc Your only nephew**

username3 HES SO BIG! time for another charles

username4 the ferrari themed party has me dying

pierregasly Bon anniversaire champion! Your detailed feedback on my qualifying lap was much appreciated 😂

scuderiaferrari Happy Birthday to our youngest strategist! 🎂

username5 i can’t believe mini charles is 5 remember his baby pics

username6 how long until charles puts him in a kart

username7 charles is the best dad in the world

username8 THE LITTLE FUTURE WORLD CHAMPION

username9 all the drivers love him so much my heart

username10 MINI CHARLES IS SO BIG

yourinstagram I can’t believe my baby boy is 5 🥹 We love you so much

└ charles_leclerc Thank you for giving me him ❤️

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f1news Spotted at Monaco Kart Track: The Leclercs doing Sunday practice! Mini Charles (5) was seen taking his first proper kart laps while Charles played race engineer. According to onlookers, mini Leclerc was explaining to his dad why his racing line suggestions were "pas correctes" 😭

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username1 like father, like son... but more intense??

username2 THIS IS SO CUTE

username3 mini charles is karting already i can’t do this

username4 charles creating a monster and we love to see it

username5 "Papa the racing line here is simple, you just..." - Mini Charles , 5, to his F1 driver father

username6 everyone talking about how he was faster in sector 2 than kids twice his age 👀

username7 charles trying not to laugh while getting a full technical debrief from his 5yo is the content we need

username8 FUTURE WDC

username9 project leclerc starts now

username10 HE TRULY HAS RACING IN HIS BLOOD

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yourinstagram His only birthday wish was "Maman, I want to race like Papa" 🥺

Now we have another Leclerc analyzing telemetry data over breakfast... The way he insisted on creating a "proper race weekend schedule" including briefings and debriefs 😅

Your Papa and I are so proud of you, mon petit pilote ❤️ Just remember - having fun is the most important strategy!

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username1 AWEEEEEE

username2 this is the cutest thing in the entire world

charles_leclerc He already told me my suggestions for turn 4 were "completely wrong, Papa" 🤔

└ yourinstagram He’s already miles ahead of you babe

arthur_leclerc The new family champion! Tonton Arthur is ready for coaching duties 💪

└ yourinstagran He’s dying to have you at the track!

pierregasly Mini Charles taking racing lines more seriously than half the grid 😂

└ lando speak for yourself

username3 MINI CHARLES WITH HIS LITTLE HELMET I CANT

iamrebeccad Look at that cutie 🥹

username4 this is the cutest kid i’ve ever seen

username5 i’m so parasocial about the leclerc family

scuderiaferarri Another Leclerc on track! The legacy continues 🏎️

lorenzotl The way he's exactly like Charles at that age... même esprit!

f1 We're keeping an eye on this young talent 👀

username6 the real predestinato

username7 watch him become wdc in 20 years

username8 max verstappen competition is here

username9 HIS BDAY WISH WAS TO START KARTING I CANT

username10 imagine when jack wolff and mini charles meet each other on track

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charles_leclerc From explaining racing lines with toy cars to actual karting... my heart wasn't ready

But of course, he informed me that my suggestions for the hairpin were "completely incorrect, Papa" and proceeded to demonstrate the "proper technique" 😅

The best part? He insisted on having a proper engineers' meeting after practice. At 5, he's already more organized than me - he made his own notebook for track notes and demands proper debriefs after each session.

P.S. To the other parents at the track - I apologize for him stopping your kids to explain the perfect racing line. He gets that from his mother's side obviously 😂

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username1 AHHHH STOP

username2 mini charles is an icon already

sebastianvettel This brings back memories... except he's way more professional than we were!

└ charles_leclerc He’s in a whole other level !

maxverstappen1 Mini Charles taking racing more seriously than his father 😂

└ charles_leclerc Heyyyy

arthur_leclerc My nephew really said "racing or nothing"

└ yourinstagram And his Maman wasn’t ready at all

username3 i know a wdc when i see him

scuderiaferrari Future Ferrari driver in training 👀

lando Please tell me you got the traditional "this is how you should drive Papa" speech

└ charles_leclerc I did, and you’re probably getting it next race

f1 Like father, like son ❤️

username4 imagine the power in a few years

username5 CHARLES THE PROUD PAPA

username6 CRYING THIS IS BEAUTIFUL

username7 imagine charles freaking out with mini charles on track and he’s like don’t worry papa i got it !

username8 HES KARTING ALREADY IM SOBBING HE WAS JUST BORN YESTERDAY

username9 man they grow up so fast

username10 CUTIE

yourinstagram My baby 🥹

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yourinstagram When Papa had a tough day at work, someone prepared a special technical briefing with "guaranteed winning strategy" and "proper racing lines" to cheer him up 🥺❤️ His words: "Don't worry Papa, next race we fix everything!"

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username1 IM SOBBING THIS IS TOO CUTE

username2 I FEEL SO MUSHY OVER THIS

charles_leclerc My best engineering briefing of the weekend ❤️ The racing lines are definitely more accurate than mine 😅

└ yourinstagram We love you, Papa

lilymhe the cutest little thing🥺

lewishamilton Already better technical drawings than our engineers

└ charles_leclerc True

francisca.cgomes My heart can't handle this 😭❤️

username3 not mini Charles being more supportive than the entire paddock

username4 this kid understands racing better than most adults

username5 HE LOVES HIS PAPA SO MUCH

username6 boy dad charles is my favorite thing ever

username7 cheering his papa up after the dsq i can't do this

username8 MY HEART CANT HANDLE THIS. WAY TOO CUTE

username9 chares and mini charles are one and the same

username10 MY FAVORITE FAMILY

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charles_leclerc At the end of the day, this is all that matters. He waited up to give me his detailed analysis of what we need to improve for the next race... before falling asleep mid-explanation of the perfect racing line for turn 3 ❤️

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username1 this is the cutest thing i've ever seen

username2 WHAT IF I SON

carlossainz55 Did he finish explaining why my apex was wrong though? 😅

└ charles_leclerc He's going to tell you all about it in person

lewishamilton Next time bring him to the strategy meeting 👀

└ charles_leclerc None of us will be talking at all

lando the mini ferrari uniform kills me every time mate

username3 THE RAINBOW DRAWING IM SOBBING

username4 mini charles is such a cutie i cry every single time

maxverstappen1 Future World Champion in training 🏆

└ charles_leclerc You better watch your back

scuderiaferrari Already taking notes for 2035 💭

username5 AND FUCK FERRARI

username6 even sleeping he's probably dreaming about racing lines

username7 charles is such a good dad i could sob

username8 the leclercs have my entire heart this family is all about love

username9 the fact that mini charles made drawings so his papa could feel better after a bad race. TOO ADORABLE

yourinstagram My boys ❤️

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formula1news Spotted at Nice Airport: The Leclercs heading to Suzuka! Mini Charles was seen carrying his own "race engineer notebook" and apparently told waiting fans "we're going to fix the strategy this time" 💀

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username1 ferrari strategists seeing mini charles arrive with his notebook: 👁️👄👁️

username2 finally, the strategy department getting the reinforcement they needed

username3 "Don't worry everyone, I studied Suzuka on my simulator" - Mini Charles, probably

username4 ferrari about to get schooled by a 5-year-old with crayon drawings

username5 "Papa I already calculated the tire degradation" - Mini Charles at passport control

username6 IM SCREAMING MINI CHARLES COMING TO DRAG THEM ALL

username7 Mini Charles on his way to give Vasseur a presentation about proper strategy execution

username8 MINI CHARLES YOU'RE SO DEAR TO ME

username9 a 5 year old really said nvm i'll fix it myself

username10 CRYING

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scuderiaferrari Our newest technical consultant has arrived in Suzuka. We've been informed our strategy "needs work" and our racing lines are "pas correctes" 😅 #MiniCharles

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username1 WHAT A CUTIEEEE

username2 THE MINI SUIT IM SOBBING

charles_leclerc He already told Vasseur the simulation data was wrong 🤣

└ username1 IM DYING

lewishamilton Just got a 20-minute presentation about my racing line in sector 1...

username3 finally someone brave enough to fix ferrari strategy

maxverstappen1 The competition just got serious 👀

arthur_leclerc My nephew about to revolutionize Ferrari strategy

username4 the way he's standing EXACTLY like charles i can't 😭

username5 more organized than the entire pit wall

username6 that leclerc DNA is something else

username7 Charles created a mini strategy genius and we're here for it

username8 THIS IS WAY TOO CUTE HE'S JUST LIKE HIS PAPA

username9 MINI LECLERCCCC MY HEART

username10 that's it charles jr drag them

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f1updatesdaily ADORABLE: Mini Charles gave his first-ever interview at Suzuka! When asked about his karting, he went full technical advisor mode 😭

Reporter: "Do you like racing like your papa?"

Mini Charles: "Yes! But Papa needs to fix his racing line in turn 3. I showed him in my notebook. In karting, you have to take the perfect apex..."

Reporter: "Who's your favorite driver?"

Mini Charles: "My Papa is the best! But he needs better strategy. I help him. I make plans like this..."

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username1 I'VE BEEN CRYING OVER THIS FOR LIKE AN HOUR

username2 mini charles you're the cutest little thing

username3 the way he switched from adorable 5-year-old to full race engineer mode 💀

username4 "Papa is the best but his racing line needs work" I'M CRYING 😭

username5 not him pulling out detailed track notes during the interview

username6 Charles watching his son give better technical explanations than he does 👁️👄👁️

username7 HE'S NOT TAKING HIS HELMET AND MINI SUIT OFF AHHHH

username8 "I help Papa with strategy" We know sweetie, we know 😭

username9 charles trying not to laugh in the background while his son critiques his driving

username10 Mini Charles really said "I'm my Papa's race engineer now"

username11 "Sometimes Papa doesn't listen to my strategy but I'm always right" - Mini Charles, future Ferrari Team Principal

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yourinstagram Great weekend in Suzuka! According to our resident technical director, "Papa listened to my racing lines this time!" 😅 P4 for my love and a very detailed post-race analysis from someone who insists the strategy could still be "more optimal" 🤓 Love you so much my boys

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username1 AWEEEE MY HEART

username2 see how charles had a better race with mini charles there?

charles_leclerc Our post-race debrief lasted longer than the actual team debrief 😅 Thank you for your support mon amour

lewishamilton Still waiting for my detailed analysis of where I lost time in turn 13 👀

username3 not him giving vasseur strategy advice 😭

username4 more organized than the entire ferrari strategy department

username5 he's so proud that his papa followed his racing lines

username6 I LOVE THIS FAMILY SO MUCH

username7 charles created a mini racing genius and we're here for it

username8 petition to hace mini charles at every race

username9 THATS FERRARI WDC

username10 dad charles you have my heart

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charles_leclerc P4 this weekend! According to my technical advisor, "much better racing lines Papa, but we still need to work on the strategy." Thank you Japan for an amazing weekend, looking forward to reviewing the very detailed race analysis someone prepared for me during the flight home... before falling asleep mid-explanation again 😴❤️

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username1 EVERYBODY SAY THANK YOU MINI CHARLES

username2 mini charles really said "i run this team now" and went OFF

arthur_leclerc Thats my nephew !!

lewishamilton Still recovering from yesterday's strategy meeting with him

scuderiaferrari Future World Champion AND Technical Director 👊

lando most thorough race engineer on the grid

maxverstappen1 Like father like son

username3 not him falling asleep with the notebook again 😭

username4 mini charles said fixed ur driving but the strategy still needs work and i'm CRYING

username5 THE MINI SUIT HAS ME DYING

username6 charles is the best dad in the world i swear

username7 no thoughts just mini charles in his matching ferrari suit giving detailed technical feedback

username8 "papa listened to my racing lines this time" PLS THIS KID IS TOO MUCH 😭

username9 mini charles is the ultimate boss

username10 BOY DAD CHARLES. THATS IT

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anonf1writer · 2 months ago

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It's stuck — LN4 TikTok Trend

hellooo! based on this request I wrote 1,6k words not about george, not about charles, but about lando loll. like i said, i was skeptical about it, but then i watched a few videos and couldn't help myself - i needed to write something. as silly as it was.

so this is it. rushed and random, but cute and easygoing at the same time. idk. hope you enjoy it. +18 PLEASE!!!

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Alone in the bathroom, you settled the phone on the counter and took a step back, making sure the camera was hidden well enough so Lando wouldn’t notice it, but not so much it wouldn’t get you both in the shot. Once happy with the result, you leaned closer to start recording and wished yourself good luck, knowing this prank had everything to go well, but also everything to go terribly as hell.

“Lan!” you shouted, shaking your hands up and down to relieve some of the stress. “Can you come here please?!”

“Yeah!” he shouted back. “One second babe!”

“Now, Lando! I need you now!”

He must’ve sensed the urgency in your voice, because he rushed across the apartment. Loudly. His feet echoing heavily as he stomped from his gaming room, through the hallway, to the bedroom.

“What?” you heard his voice, slightly out of breath, and the mere thought of him worrying that much about you was enough to curl your mouth up. “Where are you?!”

You covered your mouth to try and wipe the smile from your face, then waited as he approached the bathroom.

“What’s wrong?” He stepped through the door with widened eyes, chest visibly going up and down underneath his black hoodie. “What happened?”

“I…” you tried, biting your nail if only to stop yourself from giving the lie away. “Sorry. I just need your help.”

“OK.” He nodded. And blinked. Hands on his hips. Tongue darting through his lips. “Sure, yeah.” Another nod. Catching his breath. “Help with what?”

“My tampon.”

“Your…”

Lando furrowed his brows.

“What?” He flinched back and chuckled, shaking his head. “Sorry. Your what now?”

“My tampon,” you repeated, dropping your hands to your stomach and fidgeting with your own fingers. “It’s stuck. I can’t get it out.”

Lando took a step back, and his eyes grew as wide as they possibly could.

“Stuck where? Get it out from where?!”

“What do you mean from where?!” You laughed, your voice growing just as loud as his. “It’s inside me! You know…”

You wiggled your eyebrows and pointed discreetly between your legs, and at that, he gasped.

“Shut up! Your tampon is inside you and you can’t get it out?!”

“Yes!”

He dropped his jaw.

Looked between your legs, and up to your face.

Then he closed his mouth.

Only to open it again.

And then close it again.

And then he looked down to your feet, and you watched his expression change as his brain tried to put all the information together.

“How… How is that even possible?” he murmured.

Laughter bubbled in your chest, and you covered your mouth before glancing up to the ceiling.

He looked adorable, to be honest, all confused while wearing his most comfortable clothes. With his curls still wet from the shower, and his cheeks slightly blushed, probably from the topic. Part of you wanted to kiss him and apologize for bringing this joke up, but also part of you wanted to know how far he was willing to go for you. So you tried to speak again, even if you didn’t really know what to say, because it was the only way to stop yourself from giving the prank away.

“This is so embarrassing…” You sighed, then closed your eyes and focused. “I shouldn’t… I knew I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, no, no.” Lando stepped forward and placed his hands on your cheeks, forcing you to look down at him. “C’mon. It’s fine. I’m here, yeah? Just tell me what to do.”

Shit.

“I… I don’t know!” You blinked. Twice as fast. “It’s stuck, so…”

“So we need to get it out.”

“Um, that’s the idea,” you chuckled. “Yeah.”

“Right. How do you normally do it? When it’s not… Y’know… Stuck.”

“Normally with a string, but… Hm…” You blinked again, searching for a lie to tell. “I don’t know what happened with it this time, I mean… I tried, but… Shit, I don’t know, Lan! I’m nervous, I—”

“OK, ok.” He nodded and brushed his thumbs up and down on your cheeks. Clearly an attempt to sooth you. Or maybe to sooth himself. “We’ll figure it out. That’s ok.”

“Can you… Can you pull it out for me?”

“S—Sure.”

“Really?”

“Yeah babe, of course.”

“Do you know how?”

“No.” He laughed, and you laughed. “But I’ve been there before, so…”

He shrugged.

And you frowned. Eyebrows pulling together as you took a tiny step back and pulled his hands down from your face.

“What do you mean you’ve been there before? You’ve pulled a tampon out of whom?”

He mirrored the confusion on your face, but it only lasted one second before he cackled.

“Babe…” Laughing, he stepped closer again, hands reaching for your waist as he hunched slightly to look straight into your eyes. Demanding your attention. “Do I look like someone who’s done this before? I mean I’ve been there before… As in, inside you.”

“What?”

“I get my fingers inside you all the time.” He shrugged. “So it’s not like I don’t know where to go or what I’ll find or—”

“Lando!” You shoved him away and gasped, laughter falling out your chest as you covered your mouth to hide your utter shock. “Oh my God!”

“What?!” He laughed, too. “It’s true! Even during your period. We just gotta get in the shower like we did in—”

“No!” You shook your head and launched yourself forward, cradling his face and smashing his cheeks under your palms. “Shut up, ok? Just, stop. Please just stop.”

He laughed louder, all muffled and squished between your hands. “Why are you acting like this? It’s not like—”

“Because,” you interrupted again, standing onto the tips of your toes and pressing your lips to his.

Lando instantly melted, leaning down and squeezing his hands around your hips.

Breaking into a smile, you pulled away and pecked his lips one more time, then moved your arms down his chest and around his back, enveloping him into a hug while stepping closer to snuggle your cheek against his hoodie.

“Why do you always have to come up with something sexual?”

“Babe,” Lando chuckled, circling his own arms around your neck and leaning his own cheek onto the top of your head. “You’re asking me to help you get a tampon out of your vagina, I don’t—”

“Ugh!” You turned to hide your face against his chest and shook your head, half-laughing, half-crying at him. “Jesus Christ, I can’t have you on tiktok saying any of this, y’know.”

He froze. Arms going tense and posture going straight.

“Tiktok?”

You sighed and nodded. And then you took a step back, tilting your chin up and meeting the confusion written all over his face.

“You were doing so great babe, and you still are… I mean, your willingness to just help me was adorable.” You stood on your toes and kissed him, mostly because you could never miss a chance to do so. “But there’s nothing stuck inside me, don’t worry about it.”

“What?”

Another kiss.

“Sorry.”

And another one.

“Is this,” — and then Lando kissed you — “another one of those pranks?”

Kiss.

“Mhm.” Another kiss, the soft, wet mwah bouncing between the four walls of the bathroom. “Sorry.”

“You’re unbelievable…” he murmured around your lips, hands finding a place around your neck, fingers tangling slightly with your hair. And then he kissed you again. And again. Softer. Longer.

Your lips curled into a smile, but you didn’t pull away from the kiss. Instead, you twisted your hands around his hoodie and pulled him closer, both of you stumbling across the bathroom as you blindly made your way towards the counter.

“We should…” you mumbled into his mouth, one hand reaching behind you to find your phone. “The video…”

“Mhmm…” He moved his kisses to your cheek, down your jaw, and neck.

You closed your eyes, then. Head dropping, lips parting and stomach twisting as his tongue traced a wet path on your skin.

“Was this,” he murmured, “how the prank was supposed to go?”

You smiled at the ceiling, one hand threading his curls and resting on the back of his head as he kept tasting your neck.

Kissing, licking, nibbling.

So fucking good.

“Don’t think so…”

He moved closer to your ear, lips circling your sweet spot before he sucked it in.

Your knees buckled, and the quietest gasp escaped out of your throat.

“I say,” Lando murmured, right into your ear, “we should still try to find it…”

His hands moved down your back and to your thighs. The moment his fingers dug into your leg, you knew what he wanted, and you gave a little jump right as he hoisted you up to sit on the counter.

You spread your legs for him to stand between them, and then you tilted your head and kissed him again. His tongue tasting your mouth with the same need and hunger he had tasted your neck one second before.

“I think…” you murmured, breaking apart and searching for air.

But then Lando was kissing you again. And then you were kissing him right back. And his hands were wandering all over your back, and thighs, and chest. And it was hard to keep up with your thoughts.

“Damn…” you breathed out, fingers twisting around his curls. “My… My phone…”

He nodded, but he never broke apart. He just kept you distracted while reaching to where the phone could be.

When he found it, and when he stopped recording, the screen faded to black. Just like everything else around you.

And then it was just you, and him, in the bathroom. Making the most out of the very unexpected turn of events at a tiktok prank.

A tiktok prank that you would never forget, but that it would also never see the light of day.

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jungwnies · 2 months ago

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f1 grid | gas money

୨ৎ : featuring : all drivers on the grid ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : how they react to you telling them another man paid for your gas

୨ৎ : genre : comedy ୨ৎ : word count : 885

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ 10k event | masterlist ୨ৎ

ᡣ𐭩 a/n : this was hilarious to write LMFAO

ʚ・red bull

max verstappen

silently stares at you for 5–7 business seconds

“was he old? young? did he look like the type to try something?”

insists on filling your tank from now on, no matter what

might ask you to describe his car so he can avoid that gas station forever

acts calm but logs it in the suspicious men who exist file in his brain

yuki tsunoda

“HUH? why??”

weirdly proud and mildly offended at the same time

“next time send me his venmo i’ll pay him back and then block him”

starts acting extra flirty and clingy all night just in case

absolutely forces you to tell the story to the boys like it’s a comedy bit

ʚ・mercedes

george russell

“do you think he had weird intentions??”

tries to stay composed but is 100% spiraling

“darling, this is why I say let me fill up your car”

types out a paragraph on boundaries and deletes it

offers to start driving you everywhere "for convenience"

kimi antonelli

blinks. nods. “what was his license plate?”

asks like he’s joking but you know he’s not

completely unreadable expression but sits a little closer to you after

“you know I’ll pay for your gas, right? all of it. forever.”

keeps one arm around you for the rest of the day like a warning sign

ʚ・ferrari

charles leclerc

confused and offended in a cute way

“he just… offered?? for no reason??”

“you didn’t smile too much, right? like not flirty smile?”

pouty and dramatic but kisses your forehead anyway

makes you promise to text him next time you're at a gas station alone

lewis hamilton

instantly goes into protective boyfriend mode

“are you okay? did he make you feel weird?”

doesn’t care about the gas, cares if it felt off

gets quiet for a second then offers to put a gas card on your keychain

“i don’t want you having to rely on random men, love”

ʚ・mclaren

lando norris

“wait—he PAID for your gas?? bro what—”

95% jokes, 5% wants to fight

fake pouts the whole way home

“guess I’ll just go broke watching other men fund your commute”

sends you memes about gas station sugar daddies

oscar piastri

“was it, like, creepy or just a nice old man thing?”

gets unusually quiet if you say the guy was attractive

“i mean… cool for you, i guess” cue jealous silence

offers to start filling your tank weekly just in case

later randomly asks “so what pump number was it again?”

ʚ・aston martin

fernando alonso

smirks. “ah… still got it, huh?”

not threatened but very territorial

“did you thank him with words or with your eyes?”

jokes, but definitely kisses you a little harder that night

pulls up in his car next time you need gas and does it himself

lance stroll

“i—wait. why?”

genuinely confused at the idea of strangers doing nice things

“you didn’t ask him to, right? like… he offered?”

laughs it off but internally annoyed

literally just gives you his credit card just "cause"

ʚ・williams

alex albon

“did you at least get snacks out of it too??”

not mad, just playfully jealous

“he better have filled it all the way”

wraps his arm around your waist for the next hour

carlos sainz

immediate eyebrow raise

“why didn’t you call me?”

suspicious but not outwardly mad — yet

says he’s fine but mutters “some random tío paying for my girl’s gas…” later

goes with you to fill up the next three times in a row

ʚ・haas

ollie bearman

“wait wait wait, WHAT?”

gets all flustered and adorable about it

doesn’t know if he should be worried, mad, or impressed

“you swear he didn’t ask for your number?”

offers to send you money for gas for the next six years

esteban ocon

concerned.

“do you feel like he was trying to get something from you?”

has an entire internal debate about whether to go back to that gas station

tells you he’s proud you handled it but definitely checks your location next time you go out

insists on a Starbucks detour “just to reset the vibe”

ʚ・racing bulls

liam lawson

“huh. did you let him?”

gives you a squinty side-eye for five minutes straight

then suddenly wraps an arm around your waist like “mine.”

fake calm but dead serious

“if it happens again, ask him if he wants to sponsor your boyfriend’s career too”

isack hadjar

“hold on, lemme find this man and shake his hand—”

joking but also not

“this is some rom-com plot twist shit. am i being pranked?”

says he’s fine but paces around the kitchen for a bit

absolutely sends a petty venmo for $5 with the caption: “for your gas, not his.”

ʚ・alpine

pierre gasly

“oh really? what did he look like?”

casually jealous—still flirty, still possessive

“did you wink at him or was it the hair? it’s the hair, isn’t it.”

acts normal then kisses you with a lot of tongue later

pretends he’s not thinking about it. absolutely is.

franco colapinto

“wait, huh?”

takes a minute to process

goes quiet, starts planning an over-the-top “gas station date” to outdo the stranger

“babe next time let me do something romantic”

fills your car the next morning and leaves a flower in the cupholder

ʚ・kick sauber

nico hulkenberg

“ugh. men.”

rolls his eyes like he’s seen it a thousand times

“don’t let it go to your head. i’ll still be the one buying dinner tonight.”

pays for everything that day without saying why

mutters “he’s lucky i wasn’t there” under his breath

gabriel bortoleto

jaw drops

“like… just offered?? for free??”

cute confused boyfriend energy

“was he old? he better have been old, like ancient.”

tries to act chill but clings to you the rest of the night like a koala

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ari-ana-bel-la · 3 months ago

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Hi! i adore your works very much <3 Is it possible if I request a dad Charles with his 2-3 year-old who suddenly says "I hate you" and ignores her favorite uncle Pierre. All because she heard her dad said "I hate you" to Pierre during their silly banters after race and thought that her dad seriously hated Pierre so she should hate her uncle too!

Hate is a bad word

The post-race buzz was still electric in the Ferrari hospitality unit, a light hum of conversation and laughter rolling through the paddock as the sun dipped low over the circuit. Charles was lounging on the couch, still in his red team polo, hair slightly damp from the shower, and a warm smile tugging at his lips. Perched happily in his lap, her soft curls pressed against his chest, was his daughter — the very center of his universe.

“Papa, I want juice,” Yn murmured sleepily, poking at his cheek with one tiny finger.

“You just had juice, ma chérie,” Charles said softly, brushing a curl behind her ear. “If I give you more now, you’ll be bouncing on the hotel bed until midnight.”

“I like bouncing,” she pouted.

“And Papa likes sleep,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “But I’ll get you more soon, okay?”

Just then, the door swung open and in strutted Pierre — all swagger and charm, sunglasses perched on his head and a familiar mischievous grin dancing on his lips.

“Look who I found wandering around,” Pierre announced dramatically. “A little Ferrari princess, stealing all the attention.”

Yn’s eyes lit up for a moment — Pierre had always been her favorite uncle. He brought her silly hats, tickled her until she shrieked with laughter, and taught her how to say ridiculous French words that made her Papa cringe.

But today… something was different.

Yn sat up straight in Charles’ lap, frowned deeply, and crossed her arms. “I hate you, Uncle Pierre.”

The room fell silent.

Charles blinked. Pierre froze mid-stride. Even the Ferrari engineers looked up from their snacks in horror.

“Pardon?” Pierre asked, crouching slightly, as if he hadn’t heard right. “What did you say, mon bébé?”

“I said I hate you,” she repeated, even firmer this time. “I don’t like you anymore.”

Charles’ mouth fell open, trying to process what had just happened. Yn was glued to Pierre every time he visited. She’d once cried because Pierre had left without saying goodbye. This? This was unheard of.

“Yn,” Charles said gently, turning her toward him. “Mon cœur, why would you say something like that to Uncle Pierre? He loves you so much.”

“I heard you,” she said accusingly, looking up at her Papa with those big green eyes that matched his. “You said ‘I hate you’ to Uncle Pierre after the race. You said it. So now I hate him too.”

A slow, dawning realization passed across both Charles and Pierre’s faces — and then, just as quickly, the two burst into laughter.

“Ohhh,” Pierre said, hands on his knees, a warm smile blooming. “I see now. She’s standing up for you.”

Charles couldn’t help it — his heart swelled.

“She’s siding with me,” he said proudly, looking at his daughter in awe. “You’re defending Papa?”

“Uh-huh,” Yn nodded, her expression stubborn. “If you hate him, then I hate him too. That’s how it works.”

Charles scooped her closer and pressed his forehead to hers, still smiling. “Ma chérie, I don’t actually hate Uncle Pierre. We were just teasing each other. It’s like a game.”

“But you said it,” she insisted, clearly confused. “You were mad.”

“Oh, bébé,” Pierre said gently, slowly approaching and crouching beside the couch, “Your Papa and I joke like that all the time. It’s just silly talk. Like when you say ‘I’m never brushing my teeth again!’”

“I mean that,” Yn said very seriously, which made both men laugh again.

Charles took her tiny hand in his and kissed it. “You’re so clever, ma belle. You listen so closely. But sometimes adults say things they don’t mean, especially when we’re joking. I could never hate Pierre. He’s my best friend. You know that.”

“You said he was a ‘stupid goat’ last week,” she muttered.

“I stand by that,” Charles said dryly, and Pierre threw a cushion at him.

“I am a stupid goat,” Pierre added cheerfully, trying to coax a smile from her. “But I’m your stupid goat, no?”

Yn’s lips twitched. But she still turned her face away, resting her head on Charles’ chest again in a huff.

“I don’t know. I’m mad at you,” she murmured.

“Fair,” Pierre nodded solemnly. “May I offer a formal apology in the form of cookies?”

Yn peeked out at him. “What kind?”

“Chocolate chip. With sprinkles. And tiny marshmallows.”

A long pause.

“Okay. Maybe.”

“Success!” Pierre whispered, pumping a victorious fist into the air.

Charles shook his head, amused. “You’re too good at this.”

“Hey,” Pierre said, tapping his chest. “Years of practice. Besides, I’m everyone’s favorite uncle. I have a reputation to protect.”

“Was,” Charles corrected teasingly. “Apparently, I’ve dethroned you.”

“Don’t make me challenge you to a duel for her love,” Pierre grinned.

Yn glanced between them, finally letting a giggle escape. “You can both be my favorites.”

“Smart girl,” Charles said, hugging her tightly. “Diplomatic like your Papa.”

The moment softened, warm like sunlight filtering through linen. Pierre sat beside them on the couch now, quiet and easy, giving Yn time to adjust.

After a few minutes, she wriggled out of Charles’ arms and shuffled over to Pierre, dragging her stuffed bunny behind her.

“Do you still want to play tea party with me?” she asked shyly, not quite meeting his eyes.

Pierre lit up. “You bet I do. But only if Bunny gets her own teacup.”

“She always gets one,” Yn said, a small smile growing. “She’s the queen.”

Pierre pressed a hand to his heart. “Then I’m honored to be invited to her court.”

Charles watched the two of them disappear into the corner of the room, where Yn had already laid out a mismatched tea set and a blanket, and couldn’t stop smiling. He could hear her instructing Pierre in the proper etiquette of bunny-queen tea ceremonies and his friend playing along like a professional actor in a royal play.

By the end of the session, Yn was in Pierre’s lap, her arms around his neck, while he kissed her cheeks noisily and she squealed with delight.

“I like you again, Uncle Pierre,” she said seriously.

“Thank God,” Pierre murmured. “I don’t think I could’ve handled being hated for real.”

“You’re funny,” she told him, yawning.

“And you’re my favorite little girl in the world,” he whispered back, brushing a curl from her face.

Charles crouched beside them, pressing a hand to his daughter’s back. “See, bébé? No one hates anyone. We all love each other.”

Yn nodded sleepily, curling into Pierre’s chest. “Okay. But don’t say hate again. It’s a bad word.”

“You’re absolutely right,” Charles said, meeting Pierre’s eyes. “We’ll both do better.”

Pierre gave a small, humble nod. “We’ll stick to ‘you silly goat’ next time.”

“Good,” Yn whispered.

Then, nestled between her two favorite men, she drifted off to sleep.

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

BTW I did not die or dissappear, I was just on a trip for a week, but thank you to all your kind messages.

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camille-aurelie-deveraux · 4 months ago

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Omg what about Ollie and reader being together and it's their first time on the grid as a couple. And they are like all shy and blushing and the others think it's adorable.

Thank youuuuu😍

Young Love

Ollie held Yn’s hand tighter as they walked through the paddock, the usual buzz of race day heightened with a new layer of nerves. It was the first time they were showing up together — officially. For two years, they'd kept it quiet, happy in their little world of texts, video calls, and off-season getaways. But now, the world was about to see them.

Yn looked around, wide-eyed but smiling. “Everyone’s taller than I imagined,” she whispered, hiding a bit behind Ollie.

He laughed softly, “I told you. Lando’s short, though.”

“Oi!” Lando called, right on cue, walking by with his headset around his neck. He paused when he spotted the two. “Is this Yn? The Yn?”

Ollie nodded, cheeks already warming. “Yeah, this is her.”

Lando’s grin grew. “So you’re the famous girlfriend. It’s nice to finally meet the girl who’s got our boy smiling at his phone 24/7.”

Yn blushed, but shook his hand. “Nice to meet you too.”

Lando winked. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on the teasing. For now.” He leaned closer, stage-whispering to Ollie, “She’s way too pretty for you, mate.”

“Go away,” Ollie muttered, but he was smiling.

As they reached the grid, a few more drivers noticed them. Yuki waved from the Red Bull pit, bounding over.

“Ollie! And you must be Yn! I’ve heard so much about you,” he said brightly.

Yn offered a small smile. “All good things, I hope?”

Yuki grinned. “Mostly about how he gets all flustered when you call him ‘babe’ on the phone.”

“Yuki—!” Ollie groaned, looking mortified.

George strolled over with Alex and Oscar, catching the end of that sentence.

“Did I hear ‘babe’?” George teased.

Oscar chuckled, nudging Ollie’s shoulder. “You guys are adorable already.”

“Be nice,” Alex added, nodding to Yn. “Welcome. It’s good to finally meet you.”

Yn looked at them all, a little overwhelmed but glowing. “Thanks, I—this is all just… surreal.”

Oscar smiled at her gently. “Just think of it like a big weird family. Some of us are more annoying cousins than others.”

Carlos passed by and ruffled Ollie’s hair. “You’re braver than I thought. Bringing her here. Respect.”

“Carlos,” Ollie groaned again, gently fixing his hair.

Yn giggled softly. “I think this is my favorite version of Ollie. Blushing and being bullied.”

“Oh, you fit in just fine,” Pierre chimed in from behind, arms crossed, smirking. “Don’t worry, we’ll protect you two from the press.”

And true to their word, the entire grid had quietly agreed to keep the media and fans at bay. When cameras started inching closer, Fernando shot a glare. Lewis subtly stepped into their path. Even Max stood like a wall next to them, his silence more intimidating than any words.

“Thanks for… shielding us,” Yn said quietly to Lewis, who had placed himself between her and a particularly intrusive photographer.

Lewis turned, his expression soft. “You two are good kids. You deserve to enjoy this.”

And then — it was time.

“Ready?” Ollie asked, his hand reaching for hers again.

“Only if I get to meet him now,” Yn whispered.

“Charles?”

She nodded.

Ollie took a breath. “Okay. Just—he’s basically like my grid dad, alright? So I might act like a total loser.”

“I already like him,” Yn teased.

They found Charles near his Ferrari, arms folded, deep in conversation with a mechanic. When he spotted them, he offered a warm smile and excused himself.

Ollie straightened up a little. “Hi, uh—Charles. This is Yn. My girlfriend.”

Charles tilted his head with a fond, amused smile, then extended his hand to Yn. “Bonjour, Yn. Finally, I get to meet the girl who makes this one stutter like a schoolboy.”

Yn shook his hand gently, her voice soft. “It’s an honor to meet you. Ollie talks about you all the time.”

Charles’s smile deepened. “I hope only good things.”

Ollie jumped in, “Always. I mean—mostly.”

Charles laughed and gave Ollie a light smack on the back. “She’s sweet. You did well.”

Ollie beamed, his chest puffed with pride.

Charles leaned in slightly toward Yn. “Take care of him. He’s got a good heart.”

“I will,” she promised.

From a distance, Kimi Antonelli was watching the interaction with a smug little smirk, arms folded across his Mercedes driver suit. “Told you he’d be nervous,” he said to George, who nodded.

“They’re cute. Like baby deer.”

“They’re gonna melt the grid,” Alex added.

“Or break the internet,” Lando chimed in, phone already out to sneak a picture — only for George to swat it down.

“Let them have the moment, man.”

As the anthem approached, Ollie offered Yn a soft smile. “You okay?”

“Yeah. A little nervous, but… being here with you? It feels right.”

Ollie squeezed her hand. “We’ll make it a tradition. Grid together. Every time.”

They stood side by side after the anthem, barely brushing arms, but everyone could tell how much love was there — in the quiet glances, the barely-there touches, the way Yn beamed at Ollie like he was her whole world.

And to Ollie, she was.

That day, they weren’t just racers or girlfriends or teammates or press bait. They were just Ollie and Yn — two young souls, brave enough to love each other out loud on the grid. And the rest of the paddock? They wouldn’t let anyone ruin that.

Not on their watch.

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Hello lovely readers. I hope you enjoyed this little piece. My requests are always open for you, so don't hesitate to send me one!

-Cami🍒💋🌹

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vitalverstappen · 4 months ago

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Man's Best Wingman - C. Leclerc

summary: they say dogs are a man’s best friend, but a certain dachshund may be man’s best wingman

pairing: Charles Leclerc x veterinarian!reader

warnings: none ( i mean use of y/n if you count that)

word count: 2.6k

It was no surprise that Charles Leclerc adored animals, specifically dogs. So, when word spread like wildfire around Monaco that he had adopted Leo, it was only a matter of time before the duo showed up in your clinic.

You had heard about Leo from the gossip mill - Charles had been spotted walking the dog around the streets of Monte Carlo, and the photos of the two of them quickly made the rounds on social media. The sight of the Formula 1 driver, usually so composed and intense, walking around with an adorable dachshund puppy had the whole city cooing with affection.

You had been working as a vet for a few years now, as one of the only ones in Monaco, so you were no stranger to having a celebrity walk through your doors. In fact, you had Alex Albon walking through your doors practically every month with the zoo he had. But hearing your techs swoon at the fact Charles was in your clinic, made you question how big this guy really was.

“Y/n, Leo Leclerc is in room four for you. He’s here for his routine exam. So far everything looks good,” one of your techs said.

“I bet Charles looks even better,” another one called, overhearing the conversation.

Your eyes rolled, but you couldn’t help but chuckle at their remarks. “Focus on Leo, not Charles,” you teased, though you knew their excitement was understandable.

Taking a deep breath to prepare yourself, you grabbed your stethoscope and walked toward room four. You were a professional, after all, and your job was to make sure Leo was in tip-top shape, not to let the celebrity connection distract you.

As you knocked lightly on the door, you heard a soft voice call from the other side. “Come in!”

You opened the door to find Charles sitting on the exam table, with Leo happily bouncing around at his feet. The little dachshund’s tail wagged furiously as soon as he spotted you, making a beeline for you as though he’d known you for ages.

“Hey there, Leo,” you said, crouching down to meet the enthusiastic puppy. You pet him for a second before standing back up. “I’m Dr. Y/L/N, but you can call me Y/N. I’ll be your primary veterinarian.”

Leo’s little tail wagged even harder at the mention of his name, and you couldn’t help but to smile at the sight. His big brown eyes stared up at you, full of trust and excitement.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” Charles said as he got off of the exam table. His smile was easy, and you noticed how much more approachable he looked when he wasn’t in his racing suit. “I’m glad to see you’re the one handling Leo today.”

You nodded, doing your best to focus on the task at hand, though your heart was pounding into your throat. “He’s a cutie. And I’ve heard a lot about him from the clinic’s gossip mill. Seems like you two are quite the duo.”

Charles chuckled lightly, glancing down at Leo, who was now sitting patiently at his feet, as if sensing the shift in attention. “Yeah, Leo’s been a good distraction for me. Definitely makes my life a bit more fun, and I think he’s a great companion for my downtime.”

You turned to Leo, picking him up and placing him on the exam table, where Charles once sat. “He’s got a lot of energy for a little guy. Looks like he’s been keeping you on your toes.”

Charles shrugged, the slightest hint of amusement in his expression. “He definitely does, but I love having him around. Plus, he’s a great way to relax after a stressful weekend, just walking him around and enjoying the quieter side of things.”

“Sounds perfect,” you replied, settling your stethoscope into place. “Let’s make sure everything is going well with him. I’ll just start with a quick check-up, get his vitals and make sure he’s healthy.”

You focused on Leo, quickly going through the routine exam. His heart rate was normal, his coat was shiny and healthy, and his eyes were bright. After a quick examination, you looked up at Charles. “He’s in great shape, Charles. No issues at all. He’s a happy, healthy little guy.”

Charles sighed in relief, his smile widening. “I’m glad to hear that. I was worried I might be doing something wrong.”

“Not at all,” you assured him, chuckling. “You’re doing everything right. It’s clear you care about him a lot.”

You scooped Leo into your arms and informed Charles you would be taking Leo into the back room to give him his shots. What you didn’t mention was that it was also an opportunity for all of the techs to fawn over the puppy.

Once you brought Leo back into the exam room, Charles' eyes lit up, though you were unsure if it was at you, or the dog. You gave him a few instructions for Leo’s next few weeks, including a reminder to keep up with his vaccinations. “He’s good to go! Just a few follow-ups, but nothing to worry about.”

You bid goodbye to the driver as you guided him up to the receptionist's desk. There, you gave instructions on the next exam date.

Charles had the day of the exam circled on his calendar the minute he got home. Sure, he wanted to be a good dog dad and pay attention to Leo’s appointments, but he also couldn’t wait to see you again.

Unfortunately, he didn’t realize that since Leo had done so well, the follow up appointments that had been scheduled were only with the techs, not with you. He went through with the appointments, but in the back of his mind, he had to find a way to see you again. And thankfully, Leo gave him plenty of excuses.

It all started when Leo ate a blade of grass.

Now, Charles knew that eating grass wasn’t going to kill his dog, but he was worried it might make him a little sick… and he wanted to see you again.

So, he scheduled an appointment.

As soon as you saw Charles and Leo’s names on the schedule, a smile tugged at the corner of your lips. You tried to shake it off, you were just doing your job, but there was something about seeing him that made you feel a little lighter.

As the time drew nearer, you found yourself making sure everything was in order, the clinic bustling with its usual activity. Your techs were curious no doubt - they’d fawned over the duo when they took care of the dog’s follow up appointments, and definitely talked about the “celebrity dog dad” a little more than they probably should’ve.

“Y/n, Charles and Leo are in room three for you. He mentioned Leo had eaten some grass earlier today, but so far, everything seems normal,” your tech informed you

You walked towards the exam room, preparing yourself to see the driver and his dog again. As you entered, you saw Charles sitting on the chair this time, gently scratching behind Leo’s ears. The little dachshund’s tail was wagging, and he immediately perked up when he saw you, jumping down from Charles’ lap.

“Hey, Leo,” you greeted, crouching down to pet the excited pup. “What’s all this fuss about grass, huh?”

Charles looked up from his phone and smiled when he saw you. “Hey, Y/N. Yeah, Leo decided to sample some grass this morning, and now I’m just a little paranoid.”

You chuckled, standing up to meet his gaze. “I wouldn’t worry too much about it. Dogs eat grass all the time. Most of the time, it’s harmless. But let’s take a quick look just to be sure.”

You began your routine examination of Leo, checking his belly, feeling for any signs of discomfort, and listening to his heart. Leo seemed perfectly fine, happily squirming and wagging his tail as you worked.

“See?” you said, glancing up at Charles. “He seems to be in good spirits. No signs of anything bothering him.”

Charles let out a relieved sigh, but there was still a hint of concern in his eyes. “Yeah, I’ve just been overthinking it. But I’m still getting used to being a dog dad, you know?”

You smiled warmly, meeting his gaze. “Like I said at our first appointment, you’re going great, Charles. Leo’s in good hands.”

He looked at you with a soft smile, and for a moment, there was a brief pause in the conversation. It was like neither of you wanted to break the moment, but eventually, Charles cleared his throat and stood up.

“Thanks again, Y/N. Seriously,” he said, giving you an appreciative look. “I’m glad I came in today, even if it was just for a little blade of grass.”

“It’s no problem at all,” you replied, trying to keep your composure. “Take care of Leo, and we’ll see you for the next check-up.”

But you saw him much sooner than the next check-up.

Only a few weeks after the grass related appointment, your receptionist came into the back area, where you and your techs were prepping for surgery. You had a busy day ahead of you, with having back to back appointments all day, and the only break you got was your thirty minutes of lunch.

“Mr. Leclerc is on the phone,” your receptionist began, causing a bunch of oooo’s from your staff. “He said that Leo stubbed his toe and wanted to see if you had availability for today.”

You paused for a moment, wiping your hands on your scrubs as you turned toward your receptionist. “Leo stubbed his toe?” you asked, trying to suppress a smile. You could hear the excitement in your staff’s whispers behind you, but you didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of knowing how much Charles’ calls were starting to feel like little breaks from the clinic chaos.

“Yeah, that’s what he said,” your receptionist replied, her tone amused. “Should I tell him to hold on or that you’re in surgery?”

You quickly ran through your schedule in your head. It was packed, but a stubbed toe? You could squeeze that in. You didn’t want to seem like you were too eager, but you couldn’t help but feel a little excitement at the thought of seeing Charles again.

“I can take a shorter lunch,” you said, giving your receptionist a quick nod. “Schedule him for the last twenty minutes of that half hour.”

Your receptionist raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything as she turned to make the call. As soon as the door closed behind her, your techs immediately leaned in, their eyes sparking with curiosity.

“You know you two aren’t fooling anyone, right?” one of them teased. “You’re excited to see Charles again.

“And he’s got to be wanting to see you if he’s making an appointment over a stubbed toe,” another one chimed in.

You rolled your eyes, trying to stifle a grin. ‘It’s just a stubbed toe,” you replied, but your voice betrayed you, laced with a hint of amusement. “He’s just a concerned dog dad. Nothing more.”

Your techs exchanged knowing glances, clearly not buying it.

“Uh-huh,” one of them smirked. “A ‘concerned dog dad’ who keeps calling in for the tiniest little thing. Sure.”

“Maybe you should get him a frequent flyer card,” another suggested, grinning.

You shook your head, trying to ignore the warmth growing in your cheeks. “Focus, guys. You have things to do, remember?”

They held up their hands in mock surrender, but you could still feel their eyes on you as you turned back to finish prepping for the day.

When the status of Leo’s appointment changed to “arrived” on your computer, it took everything in you to remain calm and composed. The butterflies in your stomach only grew as you heard Leo’s excited barks from down the hall.

Once your techs informed you that the Leclercs were ready to see you, you made your way to the exam room, trying to keep yourself steady with every step. When you opened the door, Charles was sitting there, looking as relaxed as ever, with Leo perched on his lap.

“Hey there, you,” you greeted Leo first, just like you always did. “I heard you got a stubbed toe this time around.”

Charles chuckled, giving you a sheepish look. “I know, it’s ridiculous. But he seemed to be limping a little, and I didn’t want to take any chances.”

You nodded, appreciating his concern for his dog. “It’s never ridiculous to take care of our furry friends,” you said, your eyes briefly meeting his. There was a warmth in his gaze, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow down.

You got Leo up on the exam table, gently checking his paws and making sure everything looked good. As you worked, you noticed Charles’ gaze lingering on you - though this time, it felt different. His smile was softer, more intentional, and there was something in his eyes that made your heart skip a beat.

Finally, after checking Leo’s paw, you turned to Charles. “Good news. It’s just a little sore, probably from the way he landed. No major damage.”

Charles visibly relaxed, his tension easing as he gave a small sigh of relief. “I’m glad to hear that.”

As you gave Leo a few gentle pats and wrote down the instructions for recovery, you could feel Charles’ eyes on you again. There was a quiet moment between you two, one that made the air feel just a little thicker, like there was more unsaid than spoken.

“Thank you for always being so patient with me, and with Leo, and I appreciate you squeezing us in at the last minute,” Charles said, standing up to walk toward the door. He paused for a beat, then glanced back at you with a small but meaningful smile. “Would I be able to squeeze into your schedule again sometime, for coffee or drinks?”

You felt your heart flutter as the words hung in the air. It was the question you’d been waiting for, yet the reality of it still made your breath catch in your throat. For a second, you just looked at him, the familiar warmth in his smile making your pulse quicken.

You tried to play it cool, but you couldn’t hide the slight blush creeping onto your cheeks. “I think I could make some time for you,” you said, your voice soft but sure. “I’m not usually this free, but for you? I’ll make an exception.”

Charles’s smile widened, and you could see a spark of relief in his eyes. He stepped back into the room, the distance between you narrowing as he moved closer. “Tomorrow? After work?” he asked, his tone a little more tentative, as if waiting for your confirmation.

You nodded, your heart racing a little faster now. “Tomorrow works. Let’s say, six?”

He gave a small, excited nod, clearly trying to contain his enthusiasm. “Perfect. I’ll pick you up. I’ll make sure not to keep you waiting.”

You both stood there for a moment, the air thick with anticipation, before he gave a final smile and turned to leave. “See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

As he exited the room, Leo wagged his tail, clearly eager to follow. You watched him walk out, a mixture of excitement and nervousness bubbling up inside you. You leaned against the exam room table for a second, trying to catch your breath, before shaking yourself out of the daze. You still had a job to do, but you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as the thought of tomorrow played over in your mind.

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bunny-jpeg · 9 months ago

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the redbull princess

max verstappen

tags: smut/pwp, driver!reader, mad!max, rough sex, chokehold, jealousy, jealous!max, slutty!reader, threats of baby trapping, dirty talk/degrading language, bruises & bites

everyone adored you. the angel, the dove, the princess of redbull. beloved by fans, drivers, even the british press had a soft spot for the princess. you even made the likes of toto wolff feel soft with your sweet smiles and positive demeanor.

max had the (mis)fortune of being your teammate, after checo's retirement you were scooped from alpine and given the sought after seat. you were magnetic, charming in ways that made you a darling, even when you failed to win a race. but, you were a winner. a princess in her chariot passing all the others on the track.

max just simply thought that a princess deserved her prince.

"maxie." you pouted as you leaned up against your teammate, "whatcha doing?"

max looked up at you. he was currently on his knees as he tried to set up his sim-racing for the weekend. he asked, "how did you get into my room?"

you shrugged, "don't think about it too hard. i wanted to see what you were doing! you didn't to lunch, so i got... worried." you gave a small laugh. there was a look in your eyes. you weren't here to check on max. not when you were dressed in a tank top, shorts with that thin gold chain around your neck. you played with it between your fingers, "you look like you need a break."

there it was. max chuckled as got up from being almost under the desk. when he stood up, he eventually had to look a little down at you. red bull's princess wasn't the angelic virgin that many assumed. you had a dark streak to you.

you had most of the paddock wrapped around your fingers. charles, george, alex, even horner. and especially max. a simple look got you everything you wanted. a laugh had many men a little flustered. so of course max couldn't help but wrap his arms around your middle and pulling you closer to him. he looked at you, his eyes were so blue.

you licked your lips, "what do you say, maxie... let's have a little fun before our weekend begins.' then leaned in to give his a kiss square on the lips.

the kiss didn't last long before max pulled away and held you by the back of the head. he looked at you, something jealous crossed his expression, "i know what you're trying to do. you think that you can get out of this with a few thrusts of your hips...it's cute honestly, thinking that you're so much smarter than you actually are."

you swallowed and realized that you were playing with fire at that moment. you felt your pulse quicken when he put an hand around your throat. not enough to choke you, but enough to get you looking at him. he smiled and you wondered what he had planned.

you really shouldn't have flirted with max's secondary rival. you shouldn't have been smiles and giggles with lando days prior. you whispered things into the brit's ear and giggled when you pulled away. you didn't get too far, he pulled you in and in a quiet privacy, he kissed you on the lips.

max could've killed lando over that.

you pouted a little more, "i said it was sorry, max. you can't be mad at me forever!" and max crowded your space a little more and looked down at you with something in his eyes that spelled danger.

he said, "no, i can't. but i can try." he took you by the hair, "so i guess you'll just have to make it up to me." and soon you ended face first on the bed. red bull's prince was often possessive of it's princess as he got into bed with you and pulled down your shorts. he pressed his weight up against you to keep you pinned down to the bed.

you moaned, "fuck, max. i'm sorry! i mean it! i mean it!" you tried to squirm out from under him as he got your shorts off of you and near ripped your panties off of you.

max frowned as he got his shirt off over his head, "sorry isn't going to cut it. you are such a whore, you like having all these drivers' eyes on you. i bet you've fucked top to bottom the grid." he raked his nails down your sides and watched you try to get out from his touch.

you whimpered, "no! no!" you knew that was a lie. if max wasn't going to fuck you tonight. you had a few other keycards in your back pocket. you were that charming. max was just lucky to be your first pick.

and you knew that he wouldn't give up the chance to sink into your poor cunt tonight. give you something to scream about. he stripped you of your clothes, tossed them off the bed before he was fully nude as well. he bit into your shoulder roughly as he sank his teeth in your shoulder and pressed himself further against you.

the indents of his teeth promised a bruise come morning. and he held onto you tightly as he moved at a quick pace. his voice in your ear with his chest against your back. there was no escaping max verstappen, "you know you can be a good girl, right? i know it's in you. the press think you're so perfect princess and you could be that if you just stop being a goddamn whore. i see right through the act, i know after a race you want this cunt stuffed. you want to squirm on my cock, you want it to hurt. because you are a glutton for pain. a disgrace to all women in the sport. you set them back by being a stupid, cock hungry slut." his words burned in your brain and you felt the heat pool in your gut.

you gasped into the covers and said, "please, max. holy shit. ah!" you knew that max was the best fuck in the grid. at least to you. most gave you the princess treatment or were worried about being too rough. you found them boring unless you were in a bit of a pinch.

but not max. the current world champion fucked you until there were sparks in your vision. he left your pussy soaked and your brain empty. he made all his degrading words ring true, you were nothing more than a soft cunt for max to fuck. that was why you always came back to him. he had that effect on you.

he was your favourite. not that you'd let him know that. as he thrusted up into you and left you feeling the pleasurable heat in the back of your head and down your shoulders. it was the buzz that left you shaking. it was the heated want that left you panting into the covers.

you were the princess, but max knew better than that. the smiles were all part of your little performance. if you had it your way, you'd be doing interviews with runny mascara and cock down your throat. but, you were still very capable on the track. one of the best they ever had, you just enjoyed having your world flipped inside out and upside down due to orgasm after orgasm. that max was more than happy to provide.

"please, max. fuck, please max!" you gasped loudly. your back arched, but you didn't get too far. you were rather stuck under max as he fucked up into you. the headboard rocked against the white wall of the room.

"you don't deserve the princess treatment they give you. the press give you. you don't deserve any of it! you deserve whatever you can get it. you let men much more powerful than you do terrible things to you." he wrapped his arm around your throat and continued to fuck up into you. the bed moved every more as he jackhammered his cock inside of you. your body bounced with each of his movements.

you felt stupid as he fucked you. your tongue hung out of your mouth a little as his cock hit against all against the right areas. he knew exactly how to make you crazy. how to make you feel so much dumber with strokes of his hips.

"but you're mine." he said, "in the end your mine. i let you play your silly little games, be the charming little flirt i know you are." he tensed up his arm around your throat as he continued to slam his cock in and out of you. the pace was brutal and the movements made your heartbeat hammer in your ears. he could feel every inch of you as he fucked you with a fierce fever.

you tried to say something, but the words died in your throat.

he chuckled and kissed the side of your face. then he pushed your face further into the covers. he still held you in a choke-hold as he fucked you roughly. he said quietly as the bed squeaked under you, "i'm not stupid, princess. you think i'm some idiot, but i'm not... maybe tonight's the night we end these little games. what do you say? maybe tonight you and i should make a baby... end these games and finally make you all mine."

you whined and tried to get out of his grasp. but he was simply much stronger. he chuckled and kissed you on the face once more as he quickened his pace. it left you feeling on cloud nine as he really worked himself inside of you.

the princess was at his mercy. such a shame.

with a few more heavy thrusts, you came around his cock. your noise was a high pitched as you clawed at the covers. you panted heavily and felt so pathetic under him. and he loved the sight of you, you looked beautiful. angelic. he had you all to himself.

"see, you can be a good! make such a good mother to my children. that'll fix you right now." he buried his face in your neck as he continued to fuck you roughly. he didn't last much longer, a few more heavy thrusts of his hips and he was finishing inside of you with a hot groan in your ear.

he kept his arm around you, a hold to keep you still while he fucked his spent cock inside of you to push all the cum further inside of you. the over stimulation let you feeling dizzy. and when max finally let go of you, you laid out on the bed like a dumb little toy.

he slapped your ass before he panted heavily beside you. you curled up next to him, there was a reason why he was your favourite fuck of them all. he took you by the jaw and you looked back at him.

"going to behave now?"

"yes, maxie."

max heard your giggled nearby and his head whipped around.

you looked at max out of the corner of your eye before you went back to kissing lando deeply. you smiled against the kiss before you said to lando, "why don't you come visit me tonight, we could have some before the weekend?' and winked at the other driver.

max clenched his fists and exhaled deeply. like hell lando was going to your room tonight. because by the time he got there, max would already be keeping those greedy holes of your filled.

he knew the last thing you wanted was the princess treatment. <3

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pucksandpower · 1 year ago

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Puppy Love

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: you’re definitely not jealous of the tiny sausage dog who seems to take up every second of your boyfriend’s attention … but it sure feels nice when Leo decides he’s a mama’s boy and Charles gets a taste of his own medicine

You stroll into the spacious living room, eyes narrowing as you spot Charles sitting on the couch, a tiny dachshund puppy curled up contentedly on his lap. “Charles … what is that?”

He looks up with a sheepish grin. “Surprise! Meet Leo, our new puppy.”

You shake your head slowly. “Our puppy? I don’t recall agreeing to get a dog.”

Charles scratches Leo’s velvety ears, eliciting a blissful tail thump. “I know, I know. But look how cute he is! I couldn’t resist.”

Crossing your arms, you try your best to seem stern despite the puppy’s heart-melting adorableness. “We haven’t even discussed this. A dog is a huge responsibility.”

“I’ve thought it through,” Charles insists. “Leo is the perfect breed for our lifestyle — small, low maintenance, and they make amazing companions.” He holds the drowsy pup up with a beseeching expression. “How can you say no to this face?”

You bite your lip, wavering. The puppy really is criminally cute with his soulful eyes and ridiculously long body. “Well … I suppose we could give it a trial run,” you concede. “But you’re taking care of him.”

Charles beams. “Deal! You’ll fall in love, I promise.” He sets Leo back on his lap, rubbing the puppy’s belly. “Who’s the best boy? You are!”

Watching them bond, a prickle of jealousy stirs in your chest. Is this what you signed up for — playing second fiddle to a canine?

Over the following days, Charles is utterly smitten, devoting every spare moment to Leo. He takes the pup everywhere, cooing over him incessantly and showering him with treats and toys. Meanwhile, you often find yourself … ignored.

“Charles? Are you listening?” You frown as he doesn’t respond, too busy dangling a chew rope just out of Leo’s reach in a teasing game.

You huff out a sigh. “I guess I’ll just make dinner for one then.”

Finally, he glances up with a distracted, “Hmm? Sorry, what was that?”

Throwing up your hands, you stalk into the kitchen, simmering with a childish sense of being replaced in your boyfriend’s affections. Stupid dog ...

A few nights later, you’re getting ready for bed when Charles appears in the doorway, Leo tucked under one arm like a furry purse. “Hey, I need to run out for a bit. Can you keep an eye on Leo?”

“What? Why?” You pause in the middle of removing your makeup.

Charles grimaces. “ I … may have waited until the last minute to get his puppy pads and food refilled.”

You groan. “Fine, I’ll watch him. But just this once!”

“You’re the best, thank you!” Charles drops a kiss on your cheek before setting Leo down with a stern, “Be good for your maman, okay?”

He dashes out, leaving you staring at the puppy sitting innocently in the middle of the bedroom floor. Leo blinks up at you, tiny tail wagging.

For a long stretch, you simply regard each other in silence. Then, hesitantly, you sink down to sit cross-legged. “Well? What am I supposed to do with you?”

Leo waddles over, sniffing at your knee before clambering into your lap with surprising determination for such a little guy. You tense, unsure what to do as he turns in a few circles and settles with a contented sigh, warm weight pressing against you.

Huh … he’s actually kind of cuddly.

Tentatively patting his silky fur, you admit, “I can see why Charles likes you so much.”

Leo’s only response is a sleepy snuffle, lashes fluttering shut. Despite yourself, you can’t resist smiling at how peaceful he looks, tiny paws twitching as he dreams. Maybe this dog thing won’t be so bad.

That notion lasts until Leo startles awake with a high-pitched yelp, legs scrambling as he leaps off your lap and takes off running. “Leo? Leo!” You give chase, wincing as his claws skitter across the hardwood in his panic.

Finally, you catch up to him quivering under the living room sofa. “Oh no, it’s okay!” You stretch out on the floor, clicking your tongue soothingly. “Come here, little guy. I’ve got you.”

Leo whimpers, but after a few tense minutes of coaxing, he creeps out just enough for you to scoop him up. You settle back against the couch with him bundled in your arms, murmuring reassurances as he trembles.

“Shhh, you’re safe … good boy ...” You press a tender kiss between his floppy ears, stroking him until his quaking fades to contented wriggles. As your apprehension melts away, a fierce protectiveness blossoms in your chest. This precious little soul is yours to care for now.

When Charles returns, he pauses in the hallway, tilting his head quizzically at the sight of you reclined on the sofa with Leo completely passed out on your stomach. “Having fun over there?”

You glance down at the slumbering puppy with a soft smile. “Actually … yeah. I think Leo and I are going to be just fine.”

A delighted grin spreads across Charles’s face. “I knew you two would hit it off!”

Over the ensuing weeks, you find yourself increasingly enamored with your four-legged child. Leo shadows your every step, bouncing around underfoot until you inevitably scoop him up to snuggle close. You start pushing all the throw pillows together to create a special nest for him on the couch. Charles teases that you’re getting a little carried away with spoiling the pup rotten.

“Oh, hush,” you retort without any real bite, nuzzling Leo’s plush cheek. “My baby deserves nothing but the best, isn’t that right?”

“Baby?” Charles arches an amused brow. “I think someone’s going overboard.”

You stick out your tongue, cuddling Leo closer with a playful glare. “Don’t listen to your papa. He’s just jealous of our bond.”

“Hey, I’m not the one treating him like a literal infant!” Charles laughs, reaching over to ruffle Leo’s ears. But the puppy twists away with a protesting whine, burying his face against your neck.

Charles pauses, brow furrowing in a brief flicker of hurt. You think nothing of it until the same thing happens again at dinner … and on your evening walk around the block … and at bedtime when Leo kicks up a fuss about sleeping in his own bed instead of yours.

“Leo, come on!” Charles groans in frustration when the puppy darts under the dresser instead of coming to him. “What’s with you lately?”

He shoots you an aggrieved look, ruffling a hand through his tousled waves. “Ever since you started carrying him everywhere, he won’t leave your side. You’ve turned my own dog against me!”

You shrug innocently, scratching behind Leo’s silky ear when he peeks out to flash you an adoring gaze. “I can’t help it if he knows who his favorite parent is.”

“Favorite parent?” Charles splutters. “That’s my dog you’re talking about!”

You gasp in mock offense, gathering Leo up to press a loud smacker against his fuzzy head. “Don’t listen to him, baby! Papa’s just grumpy because I’m better at cuddles.”

Charles narrows his eyes at the giggling puppy now practically swimming in your embrace. “Is that so? We’ll see about that.”

He swoops in to snatch Leo away, cradling the squirming pup against his chest. “Who’s the favorite, huh? I’m the one who picked you out, you little traitor.”

But Leo simply strains back towards you, pawing at Charles’ arm with distressed whimpers until you take him back. He immediately settles with a contented sigh, licking your chin gloatingly as Charles gapes.

“Oh, that is war ...” Your boyfriend mutters, stalking away with hunched shoulders.

You blink after him in confusion before shrugging it off in favor of cooing over the dachshund. “Did mean old Papa try to take you from Mama? Don’t worry, sweetie, I won’t let him.”

From that point on, a constant battle for Leo’s affections rages between you and Charles. He’ll try enticing the puppy with treats or toys, only for Leo to bypass them entirely in favor of your open arms. You can’t help but preen victoriously every time Leo cuddles into your embrace with a sigh of pure bliss.

“You’ve turned him against me!” Charles bemoans one evening as Leo dozes contentedly on your lap, stubbornly ignoring the tennis ball being waved enticingly in front of his nose. “What’s a guy got to do to get some puppy love around here?”

You smirk, idly stroking Leo’s velvety ears. “Guess he just prefers spending time with his one true love.”

“Yeah, yeah ...” Charles grumbles, but you catch the fond curl of his lips as he watches you fawning over the pup. He flops down beside you with a theatrical groan. “Unbelievable. Replaced in my own home by a hairy sausage.”

You gasp in mock outrage. “Don’t call my baby such things!” Scooping up Leo, you pepper his fuzzy face with smooches until he squirms happily. “Did you hear what Papa said about you? He’s just jealous!”

“I am not jealous!” Charles protests, even as his gaze tracks the gentle way you cradle the puppy. There’s a wistful edge to his voice when he murmurs, “Remember when you used to look at me like that?”

You pause, registering the plaintive note. Slowly, you shift Leo into the crook of one arm so you can reach out and cup Charles’ cheek with your free hand, thumb stroking over his cheekbone. “Aww, my poor baby,” you tease gently. “Don’t worry — there’s enough love to go around for both of you.”

Charles leans into your touch with a huff, darting eyes betraying how much he misses your undivided attention. “I’m starting to doubt that.”

“Well then, let me remind you ...” You lean in until your lips are a hair’s breadth from his, holding his gaze as you murmur, “I happen to have the world’s biggest, most annoyingly persistent crush on this one race car driver.”

A shiver ripples through Charles, his breath catching. Before he can respond, you close the scant distance in a searing kiss, lips molding hot and desperate as you pour every ounce of adoration into the embrace. Leo gives a disgruntled squeak at being squished between your bodies, quickly wriggling free to skitter off with an offended sniff.

You hardly notice, too busy mapping the contours of Charles’ mouth with hungry sweeps of your tongue, muffling his delicious groans by deepening the kiss. By the time you finally break apart, you’re both left panting harshly, gazes locked in a blissful haze.

“Still think I only have eyes for the dog?” You rasp, relishing the way Charles’ pupils are blown wide.

He swallows thickly. “You make a … convincing argument.”

“Mmm, I try.” You lean in to nip at his kiss-swollen lower lip with a sly grin. “But I’m more than happy to keep making my case ...”

Charles growls low in his throat, hauling you forward until you’re properly straddling his lap, bodies flush. “Don’t mind if I do.”

Breathless laughter spills from your lips as he surges up to capture them once more, hands roaming eagerly over your curves. In that heated moment, the puppy is forgotten as you pour all your focus into worshiping each other, affections firmly realigned.

Well … until a tiny bark sounds from nearby, followed by indignant grumbling and the patter of tiny paws. You reluctantly break the steamy kiss, rolling your eyes fondly as Leo hops up onto the couch to shove his way between the two of you.

“Easy there, troublemaker,” you chuckle, stroking the puppy’s silken fur as he clambers between you and Charles, yipping happily now that he has both his humans’ full attention. “See, baby? I told you there was enough love for all of us.”

Charles chuckles ruefully. “It’s a good thing he’s cute.”

You grin, leaning in to rest your forehead against his as Leo snuggles down with a contented sigh. In this perfect cocoon of warmth and adoration, you can’t imagine anything better.

And if the three of you stay snuggled up on that couch long into the evening, trading lingering kisses and delighted giggles as Leo’s little tail thumps happily … well, no one has to know.

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When you see the box in Lewis's hands, your heart skips. It's not the first time he’s given you a piece of jewelry, but there’s something special about his expression today, as if he’s slightly nervous.

The ring itself is a slender band in rose gold with a small gem in the middle—your birthstone, of course. His fingers are steady as he slides it onto your finger, his gaze never leaving your face.

“A ring?” You tease with a smirk, trying to hide just how thrilled you feel. “You know the next level is when the ring goes on the other hand.”

Lewis chuckles, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, “I had to do it, babe. Can’t have you out here without something to show for it. It's a reminder that you’re my girl, no one else’s.”

You laugh, and he pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss against your forehead. “Get used to it, alright? I like the way it looks on you. One day… well, I hope you’ll want to wear something like this on your left hand too.”

The sincerity in his tone has you speechless for a moment, but he fills the silence with a soft kiss that promises, someday, he’ll be slipping a different ring on a different finger.

Charles

Charles is an expert at making your heart race, but today, he’s managed to surprise you in the best way. With a shy, slightly bashful grin, he holds up a tiny box that you’d noticed earlier but didn’t think much of.

Opening it reveals a dainty silver band set with a small sapphire. The sight makes you gasp softly—it’s elegant, just like him, but also endearingly thoughtful.

“You know a ring usually comes with the next relationship level,” you say, giving him a playful nudge.

His cheeks tint a soft red, but he grins, his eyes sparkling. “Oh, mon amour, I wanted to give you something to get used to. I know I might be getting ahead of myself, but…I already feel like I’m yours forever.”

His thumb brushes over the ring on your hand as he continues, “Plus, this way, people will know you’re not available. You’re mine, and I’m yours. I need everyone else to know that, too.”

With a grin, he pulls you in close, sealing his heartfelt words with a lingering kiss that leaves you breathless.

Carlos

Carlos has been jittery all day, and now you understand why. In his hand, he holds a velvet box, his eyes lighting up with that mischievous glint you know so well.

When you open it, you’re greeted with a simple, classic band with your birthstone embedded in the center. It's perfect, something you could imagine wearing every day without a second thought.

You chuckle, giving him a teasing look. “So, a ring now, huh? You do know that it usually comes with a proposal, right?”

Carlos smirks, his hands settling on your waist. “Mi cariño, I had to do something. Can’t let you think you’re on the market. This may not be a wedding ring, but consider it practice.”

He slides the ring onto your finger, his gaze never leaving yours. “You’re going to be wearing one on this hand eventually. Might as well start getting used to it now.”

He’s so charming and sure of himself that it’s impossible not to melt right into his arms. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, the kind that holds every ounce of his feelings for you.

Lando

Lando fumbles a bit as he holds up a tiny box, his cheeks red as he tries to play it cool. But the look on his face betrays him—he’s nervous, and it’s adorable.

The ring inside is small, subtle, and totally fitting for the two of you. A simple band with a single birthstone, it’s exactly the kind of piece you could wear every day, just like he wanted.

When he slips it on your finger, you raise an eyebrow. “A ring, huh? You wanna marry me.” You say teasing him.

Lando laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s true, but… I couldn’t wait. Had to make sure you had something from me. Everyone needs to know I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”

He pauses, squeezing your hand. “Plus, I want you to get used to the idea. One day, it’ll be a bigger ring. But until then, just… keep this one safe.”

He’s blushing furiously, but you give him a kiss to let him know he doesn’t have to be nervous. As he hugs you, you feel his relief, and he mumbles against your hair, “I’ve got to keep you forever, you know that?”

Oscar

Oscar has a quiet confidence about him as he takes your hand, showing you the little velvet box he’s been carrying all day. Inside is a beautiful ring with your birthstone, small and delicate.

You smile, touched, but you can’t resist teasing him. “Are you proposing, or…?”

He laughs softly, his thumb running over the ring he just placed on your finger. “Not yet. But I couldn’t wait any longer to make it clear—you're my girl. I don’t want you going anywhere.”

You can’t help but smile at how sure he sounds. “Oscar, you know I’m not going anywhere.”

He meets your gaze, his eyes sincere. “Good. I wanted you to know that I’m not either. I wanted you to have something that shows you’ll always be mine.”

With a warm smile, he leans in, kissing you sweetly. “One day, I’ll make it official. But for now, just promise you’ll keep wearing this.”

You nod, and he pulls you into his arms, holding you close as if he never wants to let go.

Max

When Max hands you the small box, he’s uncharacteristically quiet, his usual confidence slightly softened by a hint of nerves. Inside, the ring is as no-nonsense as he is—a simple band with a small stone.

As he slides it on your finger, you raise an eyebrow and smirk. “You know, Max, this usually comes at the next level in a relationship.”

He chuckles, pulling you into his arms. “I know. But you’re stuck with me. I wanted everyone else to know that too.”

Max’s thumb runs over the ring, a hint of possessiveness in his tone. “Consider it practice for the future. You’ll get used to wearing a ring for me.”

Your heart melts a little at the serious look in his eyes, and you tease, “Practice, huh?”

He grins, kissing you deeply, making sure you feel every ounce of his commitment. “Yeah. Get used to it, because I’m yours forever and you’re mine.”

Sebastian

Sebastian’s fingers shake just slightly as he hands you the little box, his shy smile making your heart swell. The ring inside is perfect—dainty and understated, a small stone set in silver.

When he slips it onto your finger, you grin. “Sebastian. Asking me to marry you already, hmm?”

He laughs, his eyes crinkling in that warm, familiar way. “I will, one day in the future, but I couldn’t wait that long. I wanted to give you something now, something to remind you that you’re my person.”

He cups your face, his gaze soft. “I hope you’ll get used to wearing something on that finger, because one day, I plan to put a different ring there.”

He’s so earnest, so genuinely sweet that it takes your breath away. He leans down and kisses you gently, his hands holding you close, as if he never wants to let you go.

Jenson

Jenson's easygoing smile falters just slightly as he hands you a tiny box, but his eyes twinkle with mischief as you open it. The ring is classy, elegant, with a touch of vintage style that feels so you.

He slips it onto your finger, his gaze meeting yours. “You know, Jenson, this normally comes with a wedding proposal.”

He laughs, pulling you close with a grin. “You know me—I’m always ahead of the curve. I couldn’t wait to let everyone know you’re mine.”

With a wink, he adds, “It’s just a little placeholder. I want you to get used to it because, one day, it’ll be a wedding ring. But until then, I want you to know that you’re the only one I want to be with.”

His words are so casual, but there’s depth in his gaze, a promise that one day, he’ll make good on those hints. He pulls you in for a kiss, one that leaves you lightheaded and smiling.

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itsnesss · 30 days ago

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Hi Ness! Could you possibly do a imagine where Charles leclerc and reader go to the new "f1 the movie" premier (that just happend) and they are having a fun time, maybe a couple of their friends tease them a bit for being to "couple like" tyy

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 | charles leclerc × fem!reader

summary | you and charles attend the f1: the movie premiere, sweet moments, and your friends can’t help teasing you for acting like a totally smitten couple

warnings | fluff, romance, light teasing from friends, public affection

word count | 1.3 k

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The red carpet smells like a mix of expensive perfume, freshly unpacked cameras, and barely contained nerves. You're not used to all this glamour. Still, your hand stays firm in Charles’ grasp, as if that’s enough to remind you you're still on Earth.

Although, with that perfectly tailored suit, his charming-boy smile, and the way he looks at you every time you turn his way… you're not so sure.

"Are you okay?" he asks, leaning down a bit so you can hear him over the noise. The cameras keep flashing with every step.

You nod with a nervous smile.

"I'm okay. Just… a little overwhelmed."

Charles gently squeezes your hand and whispers,

"Don’t let the show scare you. At the end of the day, it’s just you and me. And a movie. And… maybe 200 journalists," he jokes with a raised eyebrow.

You can’t help but laugh. Your laughter relaxes him too.

You walk down the carpet together, stopping for a few photos. He never lets go of your hand. Some people definitely notice. You hear a couple of voices shout his name, then yours, and a French journalist throws out a comment:

"Charles, vous êtes adorablement assortis ce soir!"

("Charles, you two are adorably matched tonight!")

You lower your gaze, trying to hide the smile threatening to give you away. Charles just grins wider.

Inside the venue, the lights dim a bit, but not enough to hide a few familiar faces. Lando is there, dressed like it’s an award show, with that “I’m here because I had to be but I’m kinda enjoying it” vibe. He shoots you a knowing look as you and Charles walk past.

"Oh my God," he says dramatically in a low voice. "Could you two be any more cliché couple? What’s next, a kiss under fireworks?"

"Don’t tempt them, Charles might actually do it," Pierre replies from the other side, taking a glass of champagne from a tray like it’s his birthday.

You roll your eyes, laughing, but your cheeks are definitely getting warmer. Charles doesn’t say anything. He just looks at you again with that expression that isn’t quite a smile… but definitely not indifferent. Something else.

"We’re just happy," you reply, raising an eyebrow at Lando.

"Uh-huh. ‘Happy’. Is that what they’re calling it these days?" he retorts, sipping with a teasing grin.

Charles wraps an arm around your shoulders and whispers close to your ear,

"We could be happier if you want. You know. Just to annoy them more."

You don’t even answer. You just rest your head on his shoulder, ignoring the soft chuckles around you.

When the lights go fully out, the chatter in the room quiets immediately, like everyone instinctively knows the world needs to be left outside for the next two hours. The opening credits of F1: The Movie flood the screen with epic music and close-ups of engines roaring over asphalt.

But you barely watch the first few minutes.

Because Charles hasn’t let go of your hand.

You don’t notice at first. At the beginning, it’s just your pinkies brushing, like he’s making sure you’re still there. But now, with the darkness covering any too-intimate gesture, his fingers are fully laced with yours, tracing slow circles on your thumb that make you forget what’s happening on screen.

You turn your head just slightly, enough to glance at him without drawing attention. He seems focused on the movie, but there’s a slight curve to his lips. A silent smile, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

"You’re more into my hand than the cars," you whisper, barely audible.

"Your hand doesn’t need special effects to captivate me," he replies, still not looking your way.

And there it goes again: that warmth rising in your chest, the soft knot in your throat. Sometimes, when Charles talks like that, you feel like you’re not sitting in a theater seat but walking a tightrope of emotions you can’t quite name.

A few seats down, you hear a stifled giggle. Someone, probably Alex or Pierre, mutters a soft "so cute, please" that triggers more quiet laughs from the group. Charles hides his face with one hand, amused, and you sink a little lower in your seat.

"This wouldn’t happen if you weren’t so adorable," he murmurs, finally turning his head to look at you. So close, so calm, so him.

"And you?" you reply, raising an eyebrow. "Who told your smile it could act like that without my permission?"

Charles smiles wider now and lowers his voice even more.

"Believe me, if this were a movie, you would’ve stolen the scene the moment you walked in."

You’re speechless for a moment. You kind of hate him for that. But just a little. Because mostly, you want to hug him for saying it so easily, so naturally.

On screen, engines roar, there’s a tense scene between drivers… but between you two, there’s only this comfortable, shared silence. Like you’ve already lived through many scenes together. Like you’re writing a new one now, unscripted, in this cinema row.

And just when you're about to cuddle into him, not caring what anyone says, Charles leans in a little and whispers:

"After this, you owe me ice cream. Because I officially survived the stares of half the press knowing you're by my side."

You laugh. Because that’s not something you survive.

The movie ends to applause. The kind that lasts a bit too long and feels almost ceremonial… but when you turn and see the proud looks on everyone’s faces, you find yourself clapping with a smile too.

Charles doesn’t stop looking at you.

"What did you think?" he asks once you’re standing, exiting with the group through a more private side door.

"I loved it. Though if it were up to me, I’d have added more Leclerc scenes. Especially without the helmet," you say, crossing your arms in fake seriousness.

He laughs, slightly surprised. Steps a bit closer, lowering his voice.

"That can be arranged. But in private."

You nudge him gently with your shoulder, just as Lando and Pierre jump at the chance.

"Did you see how they walked out holding hands the whole time?" Lando says, like you’re not right behind him.

"They’re not a couple. They’re a Valentine’s Day campaign on legs," Pierre adds, sipping from a water bottle that’s very clearly disguised champagne.

"Enough already!" you say with a laugh you can’t hold back.

But Charles replies with a calmness that catches everyone off guard.

"And what if we are?"

They go silent. Not awkwardly. More like… surprised. Like no one expected him to say it so plainly.

You look at him, raising a brow.

"That casual, huh?"

He shrugs, but his fingers brush against yours again, like he’s searching for more than just contact.

"I’m with the person I want to be with. Why would I hide that?"

You don’t know if it’s the warm hallway lights or the way the night already smells like summer, but that comment leaves you floating a little.

"Well, well… couple confirmed," Lando murmurs like a breaking news headline. "So what’s next, rings or ice cream?"

"Ice cream," you reply without hesitation.

"Definitely ice cream," Charles adds, now holding your hand with zero shame.

Minutes later, you've escaped the flashbulbs and designer suits. You’re walking down a quiet street, far from the theater, with a couple of discreet bodyguards in the background and ice cream in hand. Charles chose vanilla with chocolate chips. You picked something different just to mess with him, though you ended up stealing from his anyway.

"You know what the best part of the movie was?" you ask, sitting on a bench facing an empty park.

"The sound of the Ferrari engine?"

"No. This moment. Right now."

Charles looks at you for a long second. The kind of look that lingers. Full of intention.

"You always make the ‘afters’ worth it," he says softly.

And just when you’re about to say something equally cheesy, someone in the distance yells:

"Kiiiss! Come on, you’re right there!"

You turn. Lando again. With Pierre next to him, raising his ice cream like he’s toasting in your honor.

Charles just sighs. Leans in slowly, brushes your nose with his, and says, against your lips:

"Should we give them what they want?"

"For them or for you?"

"For us."

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jo-com · 3 months ago

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⋆˚🍙₊✧ ➛The Nail Polish Incident

Formula 1 Drivers x Fem!Reader

୨ৎ Summary: Based off this tiktok trend

୨ৎ Includes: Yuki Tsunoda, Lando Norris, Alex Albon, George Russle, Carlos Sainz, Oscar Piastri, Charles Leclerc.

୨ৎ Genre: Light swearing but mostly none

୨ৎ Note: There are some grammatical errors and this is not proofread. Hope y’all enjoy!

ARCHIVES ⭑.ᐟ

YUKI TSUNODA

⤿ Explosively jealous, not hiding it.

You walked closer and sat down infront of him— showing him your new nail set. "You like?"

He gently placed your hand in his and was in awe. "Baby it's wonderful, you look good in it, it's just— wow."

Your smiled widen from his compliment, blushing a little. "Thanks, Max chose this design and i just went with it."

His smile slowly turned into a frown, hearing Max's name. "W-what?" He said almost confuse.

I shrugged, "I asked him earlier and said that I looked god in this set—", "So you got what he wanted?" Yuki said interrupting you, his voice low.

I hummed and admired the nails more. Yuki looked at you with utter disbelief. "Now that i look at it, i don't think it's good."

You looked at him in shock. "You said it was amazing on me."

"Not before you said Max picked it. You should've asked me instead." he quipped, the tone in his voice shifting from in awe to jealousy.

Yuki glared back at you then to your nails. "Yeah it doesn't suit you at all. How about this one. The one i'll pick." he said— grabbing his phone and scrolling down pinterest.

For a good hour he just sat in bed— on his phone and just finding endlessly on pinterest. Determined to find a new nail set that would suit you whilst sulking in the corner.

LANDO NORRIS

⤿ Passive aggressive but trying to joke it off.

"So, you're saying Carlos picked that out?" he asked chuckling.

You nodded still looking at your new nail set. "He wanted it and so i got it."

Lando chuckled again. "Do you hear yourself mate."

"What, i was just being nice." You shrugged.

"He wanted it." He joked his voice laced with 'are you serious' tone.

Lando at first tried to ignore it and just continued to laugh it off but the more he stares the more it just looks vividly like Carlos.

"You know what, it's starting to grow on me." He said flatly.

You looked back at him, eyes filled with skepticism. "Really?"

Lando hums in response. "Yeah— i mean if you love ugly nails then i am cool with it because Carlos wanted it, right?"

You lightly slapped his chest, earning a soft groan from him. "What i was just being nice." he said mockingly.

"I am sorry okay? if you like it then i like it" Lando spoke— grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer.

You hugged him back and leaned into his chest. "Quick thought, Do you think Carlos wanted this hug too?"

You rolled your eyes and softly pushed him away and walked off not before yelling at him. "You're such an ass."

Lando stood there laughing by himself trying to mask his real emotion.

ALEX ALBON

⤿ Playfully chill, a little side-eye though.

"Yeah, Oscar helped picked it." You said, your eyes fixated on your nails.

Alex glared at you, his facial expression pulled into a look of uncertainty. Not knowing what or how to even react.

"Well it is pretty baby." he said, still unsure.

You hummed in response then smiled at him. Alex then softly placed your hand on his— examining the design.

He looked at it in every possible angle, his eyes blazed with both adoration and something he wasn't sure what to call.

"What's wrong hon?"

Alex looked at you then back to your hand. "Nothing it's just pretty."

"You could've asked me too but it's fine. If you like it that much." he said, his tone soft and gentle.

For the whole Afternoon Alex kept glancing down you're nails every time he gets. His eyes lingering longer than needed— his face scowling every time.

GEORGE RUSSLE

⤿ Polite on the outside, deeply suspicious inside.

George raised his eyebrow as he continued looking at you're nails. "So you're telling me that Lando picked this?... Well that's an unconventional choice..."

"You don't like it?" you asked, looking at him with a slight pout on your lips.

"No no i like it, it's beautiful darling just— why didn't you asked me instead? you know i have great taste."

You smiled it off and shrugged. "Thought you were busy so i didn't asked."

George looked back at you, his brows still raised from your choice of words. "I'll give it to lando then, he does have quite a nice taste in nails."

You nodded, admiring your nails also. "Yeah, he was nice for picking it out for me."

He just stood there, his smile tugged into awkward ones. His head running wild, a few questions popped up as he studied your face.

"Hmm, it is pretty."

George looked back at your hands, praising it endlessly but was fuming on the inside. He wasn't sure whether or not he should talk to Lando about this or not.

He kept bringing it up every chance he gets not being defensive but just saying, "not that i care though"

CARLOS SAINZ

⤿ Mildly bitter, very passive aggressive.

"Hmm.. interesting" Carlos said, his tone flat and serious.

"You don't like what Alex picked?" you spoke teasingly.

He just shrugged and looked at you with a burning gaze.

"If it were me though i would have picked something that suits your skin tone."

You chuckled, examining his face. He was deadpan and utterly in disbelief while looking at your new nail set.

"So it doesn't look good on me?"

Carlos without a second nodded and agreed to what you said. No second thoughts needed for his answer. "It just doesn't match your whole aesthetic mi corazón. I could find you better ones. One that will be more than this..." he said pointing out your nails with a hint of disgust.

"But it's expensive to get it done again." you argued well atleast you tried to.

"Nothing is expensive for my girl. Plus i can't stand the look of that."

You smiled at him— amused by his tone and behavior.

A good few hours have passed and he finally found something that suited you and was persistent to get it done and change your new currents one, insisting it intently.

OSCAR PIASTRI

⤿ Emotionally unreadable, but 100% storing it for later.

He looked at you with all seriousness, no emotion whatsoever just staring at you with a thin lipped smile. You tried to read his face but it was harder to read than whole book itself.

You coughed breaking the silence. "So do you like it? Charles said it was alright." you said unsure yourself.

His eyes moved to yours then to your hand, still carefully examining them.

You raised your brows, looking at him your eyes searching for his reaction.

"It's cool i guess?"

You weren't sure of how to react also, his voice was flat and his face was normal. Unbeknownst that he was actually worried on the inside. Already asking himself a million question that whether or not your joking.

"Is it pretty atleast?" you asked, your voice laced with pure concern over his quietness.

"It's alright?" he responded in a question like tone.

You playfully rolled your eyes. "Alright? Babe i've got them done for an hour and all you said was alright."

Oscar shrugged not wanting to say his real thoughts on it.

"I mean it's pretty just don't like who picked it is all."

He looked so unbothered, you don't know whether or not be scared or be okay about it. Even after telling him that it was just a joke he still responded the same, but you didn't know that he was relief to know that you were only joking. You didn't see the small smile that appeared on his face the second you say that you were joking.

Oscar brought it up tho every second he got along with a joke that made you cack a smile.

CHARLES LECLERC

⤿ Soft hurt vibes, overthinking silently.

After telling Charles that Yuki helped choosing your nail set, his face instantly frowned. He kept asking a million question as to why Yuki picked it and not him. He tried complementing it but it just came as a dry adoration.

"The important thing is you like it right?" he spoke, his eyes glint with sadness as he stare down your nails and softly held it.

You hummed in response, regretting it immediately as soon as you saw his sadden look.

"Yeah it's pretty." Charles said with genuine hurt in his voice.

He's trying so hard not to overthink things and played it off but you knew him so well that you could see how hurt he was.

"Maybe i should change them? You know now that i look at it" you said half joking and half serious.

His face instantly lit up from your words and nodding agreeably.

"If that's what you want my love" he smiled, acting as if it didn't just made him happier than ever.

"I mean i love it but if you don't then i'll just help you pick a new one." he said all giddy inside.

He tried to contain the happiness from his voice but his expression says it all.

After telling him it was a joke he was both relief and happy at the same time. Though he was still hurt by the thought of it but nonetheless it cleared all his overthinking.

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harrysfolklore · 10 months ago

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can we have a little honorary wag blurb where she’s freaking out about meeting charles’s entire friend group but when she does , she gets along with them really well and baby chiara ADORES her 🥹

thank you for sending this request, i really missed writing about these babiesss 🥺🥺 i hope you like thisss

READ THE HONORARY WAG HERE

A few weeks had passed since Kika and Pierre’s wedding, and life had settled into a pleasant routine for you and Charles. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and you were sprawled on the couch in Charles’ living room, a cozy blanket wrapped around you as you watched TV.

Charles was in the kitchen, making coffee. You could hear him humming to himself, a soft, contented sound that made you smile. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind, but you were finally finding your rhythm together, and it felt perfect.

Being his girlfriend felt perfect.

“Do you want anything with your coffee, mon coeur?” Charles called out, his voice carrying into the living room.

“Just some cookies, if we have any,” you replied, stretching out and snuggling deeper into the blanket.

Charles appeared a few minutes later, balancing two mugs of coffee and a plate of cookies. He handed you your mug and placed the plate on the coffee table before sitting down beside you.

“Thanks,” you said, taking a sip of the coffee. It was perfect, just the way you liked it.

Charles smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “I could get used to this,” he said, his voice soft and full of warmth.

You leaned into him, feeling a sense of contentment. “Me too. It’s nice to have some time to just relax and be together.”

He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering for a moment. “So, I've bee thinking."

You turned to look at him, curiosity piqued by his tone. "Oh? About what?"

Charles took a sip of his coffee before continuing, "Well, we've been together for almost a month now, and things have been going really well…"

"They have," you agreed, smiling up at him.

"And I was thinking," he continued, his fingers absently playing with a strand of your hair, "maybe it's time for you to meet my friends. My whole friend group, I mean."

You felt a small flutter of nervousness in your stomach. You'd met some of Charles' friends in passing, of course, but the idea of meeting his entire friend group felt significant.

"Your whole friend group?" you repeated, trying to keep your voice casual.

Charles nodded, his eyes searching your face. "Yeah. Joris, who you've already met a few times, Riccardo and Marta, and a few others. They're really important to me, and… well, you're really important to me too. I'd love for you all to get to know each other better."

You almost melted at his words, his green eyes looking at you with a tenderness that made you regret not looking at them for so long.

It wasn’t just the idea of meeting his friends—it was the way he phrased it, making you feel special, like you were becoming an integral part of his life. But at the same time, your nerves fluttered in your stomach.

“Charles, that sounds… great,” you said, trying to sound confident, but the slight edge in your voice gave you away.

He narrowed his eyes at you, gently setting his coffee cup down on the table. “But?”

“I don’t know. I guess I’m just a little nervous," you sighed, shifting so you could look at him fully, "They’ve known you for so long, and I don’t want to feel like the odd one out, you know? What if I don’t fit in?”

“Mon amour, you’re not an outsider," Charles’ expression softened even more as he reached for your hand, interlocking your fingers with his, "You’re my girlfriend, and that means you’re already part of my world.”

You bit your lip, still feeling a little unsure. It was a lot of pressure—meeting the people who had been with Charles through thick and thin, who knew sides of him that you were still discovering.

“I’m sure they’re great,” you said, leaning into him a little, “but it’s still kind of intimidating. I mean, Riccardo and Marta have a baby. What if I’m awkward around Chiara?”

Charles let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Chiara’s a baby. All she cares about is who makes her laugh and who gives her food. And knowing you, you’ll have her wrapped around your finger in no time.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at that, imagining a tiny baby giggling in your arms. “You think so?”

“I know so,” Charles replied, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Look, I get it. Meeting new people, especially people who are important to me, can be overwhelming. But I promise, they’re going to love you. And more importantly, I’ll be there with you the whole time.”

His words calmed the nervous buzzing in your mind, and you found yourself nodding slowly. “Okay. Let’s do it. I’ll meet them.”

Charles’ face lit up with that boyish grin you adored, and he kissed you softly on the lips. “That’s my girl. I’ll talk to them, and we’ll make a plan for next weekend.”

You smiled against his lips before pulling back. “Next weekend, huh? No pressure, right?”

He winked, squeezing your hand, “None at all. Just you, me, and my crazy friends.”

The following weekend came quicker than you expected, and before you knew it, you and Charles were standing outside Riccardo and Marta’s house, your heart beating a little faster than usual. The sounds of laughter and conversation drifted out from the backyard, and you could already hear Chiara’s high-pitched giggles.

“You okay?” Charles squeezed your hand as you stood at the front door.

“Yeah, just…" you took a deep breath, nodding, "You know, trying to remember how to be a functioning human.”

"Mon coeur, it's fine!" Charles gave you a huge grin, "Just think bout the first time you came to a race with Kika and met everyone. You were a natural."

You chuckled at the memory. "Yeah, and from that moment, I thought you disliked me for the longest time."

"Baby, we've talked about this," Charles raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. "I was just... reserved," he said, his tone teasing but with a hint of sincerity.

You nudged him playfully. "You were cold! Barely even smiled at me. I thought, 'Great, Pierre’s friend is grumpy and doesn’t like me at all.’"

"And now, look at me," Charles laughed, pulling you closer, "Head over heels for you. Who would've thought?"

You felt a warmth bloom in your chest at his words. His eyes softened, and before you could respond, he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours in a gentle kiss.

When you finally pulled away, Charles rested his forehead against yours. "I promise, they’ll love you. Just be yourself, like you always are."

You nodded, a small smile on your lips. "Okay, I’m ready."

With that, Charles opened the door, and the two of you stepped inside, the lively sounds of his friends filling the space around you. The air was warm, the atmosphere welcoming, and as soon as you stepped through, Joris waved at you from across the room, and Marta smiled brightly, holding little Chiara.

"Well, well, if it isn't the girl who used to roll her eyes every time Charles spoke," Joris teased, approaching you and pulling you into a friendly hug.

You laugh, feeling some of your nervousness dissipate. "What can I say? He grew on me."

"Like a fungus, I'm sure," Joris winked, earning a playful shove from Charles.

Marta spotted you both and beamed, making her way over with Chiara balanced on her hip. Riccardo followed closely behind her, grinning widely.

"Ah, there he is," Riccardo greeted, pulling Charles into a hug before turning to you with a bright smile. "And this must be YN. It’s so great to finally meet you."

Charles stepped to the side, his hand still holding yours as he made the introductions. "Riccardo, Marta, this is YN, my girlfriend. YN, these are two of my closest friends in the world."

You smiled nervously but warmly, offering your hand to Riccardo, who brushed it aside to pull you into a friendly hug. "We do hugs around here," he said with a wink.

Marta followed suit, hugging you carefully while balancing Chiara in her arms. "It’s so nice to meet you, YN," she said, her smile warm and welcoming. "Charles has told us all about you. It’s about time we finally get to meet the girl who’s got him smiling all the time."

You chuckled nervously, your cheeks flushing a little. "He exaggerates."

"I don’t think so," Charles teased, his arm slipping around your waist again as he beamed at you.

Another one of Charles' friends raised his glass from where he was standing. "And here she is—the woman who tolerates Charles better than any of us."

You laughed at that, feeling some of the tension slip away as everyone welcomed you with open arms. The introductions continued as more of Charles’ friends trickled into the conversation, each one greeting you warmly, making you feel like part of the group in no time. It was clear that Charles’ friends were just as kind and friendly as he had promised.

“I’m so glad you could come," Marta said as she sat down next to you, little Chiara still in her arms.

“Thank you for having me,” you replied warmly, already feeling more at ease with her friendly demeanor.

Baby Chiara’s curious eyes darted toward you. You waved at her with a soft smile, and to your surprise, Chiara giggled, her little hands reaching out toward you.

“She’s been so excited all day,” Marta said with a chuckle, adjusting Chiara on her lap. “I think she knew we were having company. You want to hold her?”

You hesitated for a moment, but before you could even reply, Chiara was practically leaning over to get closer to you. You couldn't help but laugh, your heart melting at the sight of her small, chubby hands reaching out.

“I think she’s made up her mind,” you said, taking Chiara from Marta. The little girl settled in your lap immediately, looking up at you with wide, innocent eyes before giving you a sweet, toothy grin.

Charles, who had been chatting with Riccardo and Joris nearby, turned around just in time to catch the scene. His expression softened as he watched you interact with Chiara, his heart clearly in his eyes as he leaned against the counter, completely mesmerized.

“She loves you already,” Marta said softly, watching the way Chiara kept reaching for your face, fascinated by your hair and earrings.

“She’s adorable,” you said, your voice equally soft as you gently played with the little girl’s hands. Chiara giggled again, her laughter filling the room, and you couldn’t help but beam at her.

Charles crossed the room, his eyes still glued to the two of you. "She’s not the only one," he teased, placing a hand on your shoulder as he bent down to kiss your temple. "She’s got good taste."

"You're such a sap," Joris called out from where he sat, grinning as he popped another cookie into his mouth. "Look at you, all gooey and soft."

“Careful, Joris,” Charles replied, smirking at him. “Don’t make me start telling embarrassing stories about you."

“Oh, I’d love to hear those,” Marta chimed in, clearly enjoying the playful banter.

“Hey, I’m not the one who once locked himself out of the house without pants,” Joris shot back, earning a chorus of laughter from everyone around the room.

Amidst the laughter, Marta leaned closer to you, her voice just above a whisper. “You know,” she said, glancing at Charles, who was still gazing at you and Chiara with that adoring smile, “I’ve never seen him like this. I can tell he’s really happy with you.”

Her words made your heart skip a beat. You glanced up at Charles, feeling a warmth spread through you as you caught his eye. He winked at you, completely oblivious to Marta’s words, but it only made the moment more special.

"Thank you," you replied quietly, feeling a bit shy under her knowing gaze. "That means a lot coming from you."

Marta smiled, patting your hand. "I'm really glad he found someone special. You fit right in."

Before you could respond, Chiara began fussing slightly in your lap, clearly looking for something. Charles noticed immediately and knelt down beside you, offering the small toy she had dropped earlier. As soon as you handed it to her, Chiara calmed down, grabbing the toy and happily gnawing on it.

"I told you she'd love you," Charles grinned as he watched the two of you.

"You're right," you replied with a smile, gently bouncing Chiara in your lap. "She's perfect."

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of laughter and easy conversation. You found yourself quickly settling into the group, enjoying the way everyone seemed so at ease with one another. Joris and Riccardo were relentless in teasing Charles, often making jokes about how smitten he was, while Marta continued to shoot you knowing glances, clearly pleased with how everything was going.

At one point, as the evening wound down, Chiara started to get sleepy. She nestled into your arms, her little fingers curling around your shirt as her eyes fluttered closed.

Charles, who had been watching the whole time, leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. "You’re amazing with her," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth.

"She’s the sweetest," you whispered back, glancing down at the tiny girl fast asleep in your arms.

Charles’ gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, his heart completely full. He had never imagined that watching you with Chiara would have such an effect on him, but here he was, absolutely melting at the sight.

As the night drew to a close, Riccardo and Marta thanked you both for coming. “Next time, we’ll have to do it at your place, Charles,” Riccardo joked, clapping him on the back.

“Sure, as long as you bring Chiara,” Charles replied with a grin, his arm wrapped securely around your waist as you stood by his side.

Marta gave you a quick hug before you left. "Seriously," she whispered in your ear, "We're really glad you're in his life."

You smiled at her, feeling the warmth and sincerity behind her words. "Me too."

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BET ON ME ; F1 GRID.

synopsis: When you are dating an F1 driver, it is only natural that your relationship is filled with silly bets, and results as chaotic as the pair of you.

trigger warnings: Use of feminine pronouns from the reader’s perspective; Descriptions of romantic acts and behaviors; Suggestive remarks

a message from the author: As requested, I have added Max Verstappen to this series! If any of you would like to add a driver or request a certain scenario, don’t hesitate to message me in my inbox!

ISACK HADJAR

He’s competitive; you knew that from the very beginning – which made him the perfect mark. A coy smile, a timid “Do you really think you could?”, and he’s hooked.

For a moment, you think you might actually lose the bet. Whatever stupid, fanciful thing it is, Isack excels at it. It could be something as simple as a hula hoop competition, or God forbid who wins the next Mario Kart game. He’s staying even with you. Dare you even say, doing better than you.

But his good fortune fails, and Isack loses the bet dramatically. And you burst out laughing. Because now! Now he has to wear the ridiculous inflatable plastic cow costume you bought one Halloween and never wore. It’s too small on him and he looks like an absolute idiot, stomping around everywhere, but you think you’ve never been more in love.

OSCAR PIASTRI

As much as Oscar adores a good wager, he’s hesitant. He doesn’t want to be conned into doing something reputation-destroying, but Oscar’s curiosity is what kills him. He shakes your hand, accepting the deal: whoever solves a Rubix’s Cube fastest wins. And the loser has to wear –

“A wizard’s robe…to the paddock?” You nod vigorously, and he sighs, surrendering any last shred of dignity he might have had. “Fine. Might as well; what do I have to lose?”

Apparently, everything. You’ve been secretly practicing your Rubix’s Cube skills, and when he loses the bet, he accuses you (correctly) of doing so. But anyways, despite your “cheating”, he puts it on, and it turns out to be the most hilarious thing you’ve ever witnessed in your life. You force him to make a TikTok with you, and that video goes viral – much to Oscar’s dismay. (Lando never stops teasing him afterwards.)

LANCE STROLL

The bet is 100% meaningless – something about what time it would start raining. Lance was like that: he had so much faith in the weather app that he sometimes ignored the warning signs emanating from the sky. He was effortlessly suave and cocky, and something in you loved knocking him down a peg.

Just as you predicted, it starts pouring ten minutes earlier than the app stated. Lance reacts with a nonchalant, unbothered sigh, responding in a casual tone as if this is normal, everyday life with you. “Guess I have to dress up as a zombie. Are you happy now?”

And you definitely are, when you finish coating on thick green paint on his face and applying the theatrical black-eye makeup. You inch backwards, admiring your handiwork – as well as the smug expression on Lance’s dorkily handsome face. “Not going to lie, you make a pretty sexy zombie.”

LANDO NORRIS

He’s outraged when you claim that he couldn’t win the bet – something childish such as, “Who can make the most backwards-jump hoops?” Your coordination skills are middling at best, but it’s so fun to poke at Lando’s ego and see how he puffs up.

You go first, Lando citing some old-fashioned saying how women should take the lead as his excuse, and you land five dunks. Not a bad result, until Lando goes. One, two, three – almost four, but that last one misses the rim by a slim margin.

“Oh, come on, babe. This was rigged! Let me do it again, I swear I can do better!” All defenses that leave Lando’s mouth when he realizes the outcome of the match, but he relents soon after.

You dress him up as a vampire, giving him plastic fangs and an all-black ensemble. And he plays the part perfectly, acting somber and playfully melodramatic.

CHARLES LECLERC

He tries to steer your attention away from making the bet, trying to get you distracted with something else, such as watching a movie or getting boba tea at your favorite shop. Nevertheless, you persist, and he gives up.

“So, the game is to see who can fit the most grapes in their mouth at one time? That sounds dangerous, mon ange – I don’t want you to choke.” But you take him to the table, where he sits down, the grapes carton open in front of him. He tentatively places one grape in his mouth. Shortly, his cheeks are bulging with a count of twenty-two grapes.

He dances around the room, victorious…Until you show him the video you recorded two hours earlier, where you were able to fit twenty-five grapes in your mouth. “That is impossible! No way!”

Unlike the others, though, Charles lets you dress him up in the werewolf costume, not fighting you off. In fact, you suspect that it might just be his next Halloween attire for next year.

DANIEL RICCIARDO

He’s in the minute you open your mouth, setting the scene for the most dramatic event of the year. The wager is how long you can keep a balloon in the air, and Daniel thinks he’s got it in the bag. He’s arrogant, claiming, “I’m going to beat the pants off of you!”

The timer starts, and he’s off to a good start. There are a few moments where you really panic, believing that you might truly lose the bet, but you try to keep a level head. A minute passes, then two, three, four. You’re at a loss for words, watching Danny keep bopping the balloon over and over like an expert.

And then you see it fall on the ground. Danny freezes, his mouth opening the slightest bit, as if he cannot believe his eyes. “Nooooo!” He wails. “I can’t believe this happened!”

You have to wrestle him into the chicken costume, but it’s worth the effort and energy. “I guess I’ve evolved. Look out, world. Here comes Daniel Eggciardo!”

MAX VERSTAPPEN

He waves you off, citing sim time as a necessary and valuable use of his time. “I can’t be playing around, liefje, I have a championship to win.” But after you keep wheedling, he concedes, because he’s a man who wants to keep his chaotic girlfriend satisfied.

The game is to see who can ice a cookie better blindfolded. You got the supplies from your mother, who is a baker, and Max scoffs. “I can’t believe she’d betray me like this.” He puts the blindfold on, nearly sending the cookie flying across the counter, but he successfully ices the dessert.

It’s your turn, but you’ve got your plan laid out and ready to be utilized. It’s fool-proof. And when you whisk the blindfold off, you know you’ve succeeded. Max rolls his eyes; nonetheless, he allows you to give him the ninja costume you bought from a cheap Spirit Halloween store.

When he wears it? You make sure to snap several photos, keeping it safe and sound for future blackmail uses. “I can’t believe I did this. I must love you very, very much, schatje.”

Credits: Dividers — @fae-and-wolf

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