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Pure Desire - Alternate Ending Part 2 (CL16 x Reader)

Part 2 of the alternate ending . Let me know what you think!! :)

Word count: 3,500

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Warnings: smut, tiny bit of angst, mentions of JB17, 18+

It´s been two months since you told Charles to leave and you haven´t really spoken since. Only some situations at work forced you to interact with him, but you managed to keep them as short as possible. You were still so angry at him, although you tried to get over it. But you did not only lose some guy you slept with, you lost your best friend. There were times where you could count on Charles, where you shared secrets and thoughts with him. You missed that. You also tried your best to suppress those stupid butterflies which were still growing in your stomach when you saw him. He hurt you so much, how could you still simp over him like that?

Lando and Max were helping you a lot during the past months. It was difficult for them to be friends with you and Charles at the same time, but you didn’t want them to pick a side. So it came that Lando and Max were by Charles´ side when he was down. It was late august and race day in Suzuka. Not only has Suzuka always been special to Charles because of what happened to his godfather, Jules, but it also happened to be Jules´ birthday. Charles started from pole position today. To say that he was eager to win would’ve been an understatement. He was willing to give everything to win this race. But luck wasn´t with him. It all went well, until he had his first pit stop. He finished the stop on P4, right behind George Russell. During his overtake George pulled to the side and crashed into him, leaving him in the gravel. Luckily both drivers were able to get out of their cars, but for a moment Charles wished to not go out. He failed. Again. He didn’t see that it wasn’t his fault, that it wasn’t even George´s fault. Simply a race incident, because George didn’t see Charles properly. Charles was devastated.

“Charles, please tell us what we can do. You need to eat something. Or sleep”, Max said. “Yeah mate, we´re worried. What can we do to make you feel better?” Lando asked. “There´s nothing you can do”, Charles whispered with his racing suit still on. “I want y/n”, he suddenly whispered and Lando and Max exchanged looks. “Go”, Charles said and looked at the floor. “Max, you won the race, you should celebrate”. “I won´t celebrate if you sit here like this, I-“ “Just fucking go okay? I don´t want your pity or anything just please go and leave me alone”, Charles yelled and Lando and Max looked at each other again, before they sighed and left the room. They weren’t upset with Charles, they knew that he didn’t mean it. “Do you think we should tell her? She was always the one to cheer him up”, Lando said and Max shrugged his shoulders. “I´ve never seen him like this, honestly. I mean he even said that he wanted to see her, right? Maybe we should look for her”. They agreed and went to the Ferrari hospitality. It didn’t take long to find you and you smiled. “Hey guys, what´s with the long faces? I think you both have enough reasons to celebrate”, she laughed and pulled both of them into a warm hug. “Y/n, we need to tell you something”, Max said and you frowned. “What´s up?”. “Charles is.. well we don’t even know. He wouldn’t talk to us and he even yelled at us for leaving him alone. We´re worried”. You closed your eyes and breathed in. You had a feeling that Charles would be like this after what happened. “I mean yes he crashed but it happened to all of us, why is he being like this?” Lando said and you looked at him. “Well, you know that Suzuka has always been important to him and with Jules´ birthday today.. I think it´s understandable”, you answered and the boys widened their eyes. “Today is Jules birthday?!” Max gasped and you nodded. “Fuck, we didn’t know!”

You were torn. You know that Charles would be there for you if you needed him, no matter what. The situation was bad but you couldn’t just leave him alone, right? You sighed. “Where is he?”

Lando and Max lead you to Charles driver room and knocked on the door. “I said I wanna be alone!” he yelled from the inside but you opened the door anyways. “Charles, it´s me”, you said softly and he looked at you. He was still sitting on the red couch in his racing suit. He held the helmet he used for the race in his hands, with Jules racing number on it. “Y/n?” he asked with a trembling voice and you wanted to cry on the spot. He reminded you of a little boy, who finally found his mother after losing her in the supermarket. “Can I come in?” you asked and he nodded quickly. You turned to the boys and nodded, making them understand that they can go.

You stepped into the little room and closed the door. Without saying a word you sat down next to him and pulled him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around you and laid his head on your shoulder before he started crying. Being as empathetic as you were, tears started to fill your eyes immediately. “Shh, it´s okay. Let it all out”, you whispered. “It´s okay”, you continued. “I know that you were hoping for a better result today. And I know that you hate what happened but you have to stop thinking that you didn’t make him proud today. You made him proud yesterday by getting pole and you made him happy today for being okay after the crash. You were wearing his helmet and he protected you today, do you understand?” While you were speaking you caressed his back with your hands while he turned your t-shirt into a tissue. It didn’t matter. “He is always proud of you, Charles. Always”, you closed your little speech and he stopped crying, not lifting his head. “Are you proud of me?” he asked and you sighed. “I am always proud of you when it comes to your racing performance, Charles”, you said and couldn’t hide a little laugh. You had to chose your words wisely, because you certainly weren’t proud of what he did to you. He chuckled a little and lifted his head. “Thank you”, he whispered and you smiled. “I´m always here for you, okay?” you said and wanted him to believe you. He nodded. “Come on, you should take a shower, get something to eat and go to bed”, you said and took his hand.

You managed to get him something from the Ferrari catering while he was taking a shower. You knocked on his door again and he opened, wearing sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He looked cozy. You handed him the plate. “Here. I would keep you company but I have to go back to work. Promise me that you´ll eat and go back to the hotel after, okay?” you asked and he nodded. “I promise”. You smiled and left him alone again.

There was a shift in your relationship after Suzuka and you learned that you´re better off without so much anger inside of you. Charles was a friend, and your relationship was a little weird but you couldn’t quite be happy without one another. You started to have normal conversations again when you met at Ferrari and even joked sometimes. However, while you were trying to focus on friendship, Charles had other plans. Since he realized how much he had hurt you, you´d never left his mind. He always thought that you weren’t girlfriend material for him but honestly? What could he possibly want more? He found you extremely attractive, cute, funny and he could always count on you. Even after everything he did to you, you still prioritized him and wanted to make him feel better after a bad day. You were perfect for him. He broke your heart, he knew that, but he was determined to fix it again.

He knew that he had to be delicate, and he knew that you weren’t somebody for gifts and presents. You needed to see actions and that he really meant it. He remembered the one time the both of you talked about dream dates. You told him that you would love to have a date at the ocean, on the beach or just at a cliff, preferably at sunset. You would eat chocolate covered strawberries and pizza and have a nice glass of white wine. Luckily, the grand prix in Zandvoort was next. Charles prepared everything. He drove to the beach and looked for a private spot in between some stones and bushes, happy when he found exactly what he had in mind. He then bought everything he needed. Chocolate covered strawberries, white wine and he picked up a pizza from a little Italian restaurant. He put everything in a little basket he bought for this occasion only and made his way to the hotel you were staying in. It was half past seven and he knew that you should be home by now. After leaving the basket in his car he headed to your room.

You opened after a few seconds. “Charles, what are you doing here?” you asked surprised, a tissue with make up remover in your hand. You were already wearing sweatpants and a matching jacket with a white top, ready for a cozy evening. “Come with me”, he said and you frowned, chuckling. “Excuse me?” “I won´t tell you anything, you just have to come with me”, he said and you laughed. “Well, okay I guess? Will you let me change?” “No, what you´re wearing is perfect, actually”, he said and you laughed, heading to the bathroom to throw away your tissue. You grabbed your phone and your key card and closed the door behind you, following Charles down to his car.

“Where are we going, Chaaaaaaarles”, you said and pouted when he once again didn’t tell you anything. “You´re so impatient it´s unbelievable”, he laughed and you rolled your eyes. “I´m not impatient I´m just curious”, you gave back. “Well, you will know it soon enough, Mon Coeur”, he said and smirked. Mon Coeur. You didn’t know why he called you this and you hated how it made your heart skip a beat.

After a few minutes you arrived at the beach. You got out of the car and Charles opened the back door to get out the basket and a blanket. You raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. “Come”, he said and you followed him along the beach, over a few stones and there it was. The perfect spot. Invisible from the side of the street. There were a few rocks, bushes and other plants and Charles spread out the blanket. “Come on”, he said and smiled and you sat down next to him, hesitantly. “Charles, what is this?” you asked but the oceans caught your eye. This was truly a beautiful spot. “I wanted to take you out and you said that this would be a dream date for you”, he said softly and you turned to look at him. “What, so this is a date?” you asked. “We don’t have to call it like that. I just wanted to do something nice for you, after.. well, everything.” You gave him a light smile and relaxed a little. Charles opened the basket and your eyes widened. “You really thought about anything, hm?” you grinned and he wiggled his eyebrows. “Of course I did”, he gave back.

Nothing from your dinner was left, except for one last chocolate covered strawberry. “You can have it, if you want”, you said and smiled at Charles who shook his head. “No no, it´s for you”, he gave back and you chuckled. “We can share”, you said and he gave you a teethy grin before he grabbed the strawberry and you bit off the top before he ate the other half. “I´m glad, this might have been the best”, you said and looked at the ocean. The sky was filled with colours, from red over orange to pink. He really chose the most beautiful evening. "This is beautiful, Charles”, you whispered and he moved a little closer to you. He was glad that you were watching the sunset because he didn’t know if he could tell you the things he wanted to say while you were looking at him. “Y/n, I´m sorry. I know I said it before but I feel like nothing I say could make it better. I know that I screwed up. I don´t know what it was, maybe I was too afraid to be honest with myself. Maybe I didn’t want to make myself vulnerable, I really don’t know. All I know is that I want to work on that. You were right, I was an asshole and you deserve much better, but I hope that-“ he made a little pause and breathed in. “I hope that maybe someday I can be the person who deserves you”. He breathed out heavily. He had never been so honest with somebody before, well, he did but he got hurt afterwards. Maybe that was why he´d build this walls around him. He never thought that anybody could break them down, but you truly did it.

You finally turned your gaze away from the sunset and looked at him. “I don’t know what to say”, you answered honestly and looked at your hands. “Thank you for being so honest with me”, you added. “I should´ve been this honest months ago”, he whispered. He was looking at your profile and again realized how beautiful you were. The sun kissed your skin and made your eyes shine in a mix of blue and green. “Y/n, do you think-“ “Don´t ask me that, Charles. Because I can´t give you an answer”, you cut him off. “I love you”, he whispered and you turned to him again. There they were. The three little words you wanted to hear from him for such a long time. Now they were out in the open, hanging over you and you didn’t know what to do with them. You loved him too, no doubt in that, but did you believe him?

“You know how I feel about you. This hasn’t changed at all, even though I´ve tried. And even though I really want to believe you, I can´t. I don´t know if I can trust you, Charles”, you answered honestly. He breathed in sharply, before he grabbed your waist and pulled yourself in his lap. You gasped a little, surprised by his sudden movements but the warm feeling in your gut was too good to reject his touch. You inhaled his smell, his special Charles smell, a mix out of wood, rubber and mint. He closed his eyes and touched your nose with his nose. “What can I do to gain your trust again?” he asked and you inhaled sharply. “I don’t know, I guess we just have to give it some time”, you gave back and he opened his eyes. “Would you allow me to try it? Would you give me your time?” he asked and pulled one of your hair strands behind your ear. You shouldn’t, you know you shouldn’t but how were you supposed to say no to that man? You tilted your head, closed your eyes and nodded. “Charles I promise if you ever hurt me again I will slash your tires.” He laughed. “Mon Coeur, if I ever hurt you in the slightest way again, I will slash them myself”. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours.

Two months later

The past two months have been the best months of your life. Charles did everything, really everything to show you that he was being serious. He planned the most romantic dates, always made time for you and was just the sweetest boy ever. He took you out for shopping, brought you your favourite ice cream when you were on your period and watched Harry Potter with you as often as you wanted. When you were out clubbing he wouldn’t leave your side, keeping you close on the dancefloor. Another girl only had to look at him, he would make sure she knew that he was taken. Slowly but steady he managed to gain your trust again and you were more than happy about it.

Though, you had one rule. No sex. Well, at least so far. You knew that the sex part would probably one of the best parts of your relationship but you had to make sure that he stayed, even when he had to wait. You were surprised when he didn’t seem to have any problems with it. “No, I agree. I mean sure, it´s hard for me to keep my hands off you but I think it´s good like this”, he said when you told him about the idea.

But today was his birthday. You were currently sitting in a restaurant with his family and friends, your hand always placed on his thigh. You had plans with him tonight, big plans. You were wearing a dark red dress which ended right above your knees. It was highly closed at the front but had a deep cut out on the back. Charles was going crazy, and you knew it. What he didn’t know was that you bought special lingerie for this occasion. A set in Ferrari red which would make him drool. When you were finally back in Charles apartment, you grabbed his tie and pulled him closer to you. His lips were on yours immediately and you led him to the bedroom. “I want you”, you whispered and striped the jacket from his shoulders. “Are you sure? We can wait if you-“ “I´m sure”.

You unbuttoned his shirt and turned around, so that he could open the zipper of your dress. “God, this dress is so beautiful”, he mumbled before it fell on the floor. His eyes widened when he saw your underwear. You turned around again and grinned before pushing him onto the bed. You crawled over him, undoing his belt. “Fuck, y/n”, he whined and you pulled down his pants, including his underwear. “God, I´ve been waiting for this”, you mumbled and looked into his eyes while you licked the pre cum off his tip. He hummed and closed his eyes, letting you do your thing.

You moved faster and faster up and down his shaft, smiled when you saw his face. Lips slightly parted, furrowed eyebrows, his moans became louder. You stopped sucking him off, pulling yourself up to give him a kiss. “My turn”, he smiled and twisted you around so that he was on top of you. He unclasped your bra and took it off, finally being able to kiss your boobs. He went down further, hooking his fingers into the hem of your panties. “These are beautiful, but they have to go” he mumbled and you smiled. He threw your panties on the floor, focussing only your lust. He spread little kisses on your thighs and stopped with a kiss on your core.

He spread your wetness with his fingers before he finally licked through your wetness. You moaned loudly and threw your head back, while he explored you with his tongue. “Fuck, Charlie please”, you whined and he groaned, sending a vibration through your stomach. “Fuck me, please”, you stumbled and he got up immediately, pressing his cock against your pussy.

“I love you”, he whispered and pressed a kiss on your forehead. Before you were able to answer, he pushed himself into you and all you could get out of your mouth was a moan. God, how much you´ve missed this. His tip pushed the button deep inside of you with every thrust and you had to close your eyes, although you didn’t mean to. He was beautiful when he fucked you like this. His eyes were closed as well, his lips were slightly parted again. He was for sure the most beautiful man you´ve ever met and you couldn’t believe that he was yours. Even more, that he just admitted his love for you.

He leaned his forehead against yours and you both opened your eyes. “I love you too”, you gasped and he hummed, his movements slowed down a little. “I´m not gonna last, mon amour”, he stumbled and you just nodded, overwhelmed by the feeling of your orgasm which came closer and the love you felt for this man, the love you have always felt for him. “Come for me, baby”, you moaned when you were about to reach your climax and he moaned, spilling his hot juice into you. Out of breath, he climbed off you, not before pressing a kiss on your lips. “This was worth all the wait. You are worth all the wait, y/n”, he whispered and you smiled, knowing that it was all worth it.

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Pure Desire - Alternate Ending Part 2

You asked for it and I delivereeeeeeed!! Part 2 of the Alternate Ending will be posted today :)

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Pure Desire (CL16 x Reader)

Summary: Charles feels a bit lonely at night and decides to call you..

Warnings: smut, 18+ (minors dni), sexting, phone sex, mentions of masturbations

You were working for the Scuderia Ferrari Hospitality since the beginning of the season. Since the only people who were your age were the drivers, you grew close to them quickly. Especially Max, Lando and Charles were the ones you spent most your free time with. But it was clear, to you and to Lando and Max as well, that you had a big crush on Charles. The way you looked at him, the way you blushed when he made you a compliment or when he touched you somehow. Even the way your eyes lightened up when somebody was talking about him. You were pretty sure that Charles was aware of your feelings, but he never said anything. Max and Lando were making their jokes, about how obvious you were but you couldn’t help it. You felt like a teenager again, when you were around him.

Charles was aware of how you were feeling. He was also aware that he didn’t feel the same for you. He liked you, a lot and sometimes he had to think about you under the shower, but love? No. The desire to have a relationship with you? No. Some nights, when he felt very lonely and horny and no video from the depths of the internet could help he was close to call you. He was pretty sure that you would accept, that you would do almost anything for him. But he wasn’t that kind of guy. You were his friend, and he valued this friendship. You were the one who was there for him after a bad race or a bad qualifying. You were the one who sometimes brought him back to the real life, during late night walks. He couldn’t just play with your feelings like that, could he?

No, he couldn’t. He said that to himself while laying in bed, unable to sleep. He needed sex, badly. He was browsing through the internet for almost an hour, without finding something that would satisfy him. Suddenly, his phone vibrated, telling him that he had a new notification. He grabbed his phone. Y/n has posted a reel. He opened Instagram and clicked on the video you had just posted, already knowing that it was one of your dance videos. You used to be part of a dance crew, but now that you were travelling so much it was difficult to go to the practices regularly. Nevertheless you managed to go there whenever you could, shooting little clips of dances for Instagram. Charles knew that you went back home last week, before coming to the race in Singapore.

The video showed you and a few other dances, dancing to Sam Smith´s “Unholy”. You took the lead in the part of Kim Petras, looking unbelievable sexy while flirting with the camera. Charles scanned your body in the video, the black sweatpants and the white cropped top left some room for speculation, even though your ass was clearly well shaped. Without really noticing he started touching his dick. After a while, when the video ended, he realized that he couldn’t finish with just you dancing. He sighed and opened WhatsApp.

Charles: “Are you awake?”

Y/N: “Yeah, can´t sleep..”

Charles: “Same here. Do you wanna hang out?”

Y/N: “I´d love to, but we´re not in the same hotel this time”

He sighed again. Maybe that was for the best. He didn’t know if he could just be there with you, without making a move. He was so horny, it was blurring his mind. He looked at the chat again, realizing that you wrote another message.

Y/N: “Maybe it´s for the best, I would´ve needed to change”

His heart skipped a beat. What did you mean by that?

Charles: “Why? What are you wearing?”

He was ready to shoot his shot.

Y/N: “Well.. not much..”

Charles didn’t know that the heat rose up in your body. You were laying in bed trying to relieve some stress to get some sleep but you couldn’t focus much. So you decided to dress up a little, to make yourself a compliment.

Charles touched his medium hard dick once more, trying to imagine you wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt with nothing beneath it.

Charles: “Paint me a picture”

You gasped, realizing in what direction he was going. It was wrong, you shouldn’t text him in this kind of way. But you were horny, so freaking horny for him.

Y/N: “Hmm.. I wouldn’t know how to describe it in English. But it has the same colour as your racing suit”

“Fuck”, Charles gasped quietly, starting to palm his cock.

Charles: “Why are you wearing something like this?”

Y/N: “What do you mean?”

Charles: “Are you always wearing things like that when you go to bed?”

Y/N: No..

Did you really wanted to go for it? You weren’t sure, but you went this far already and you needed the pleasure. Before you could reply, he called you. You gasped again, not knowing if answering would be good. Sexting was one thing, but on the phone? That was another form of intimacy. You imagined Charles voice with the French accent and it sent shivers down your spine. You accepted.

“Hey”, he whispered and you closed your eyes, his voice was so raspy. “Hey”, you answered. “Why are you wearing something like this, y/n?” he asked again and you directed your finger over your body, down to your panties. “I couldn’t sleep.. and..” “Were you going to touch yourself?” he asked and you moaned quietly. “Answer me”, he demanded and you closed your eyes again, nodding. “Yes I was”, you answered and heard a moan escaping your speaker. You imagined to hear how he ripped down his pants, but maybe you were hallucinating. “What are you thinking about when you touch yourself, Cherie?” he asked and your finger found its way to your clit. You were already dripping because of his words. Still, you were to shy to answer. You had never done anything like that. “Words, baby. Who are you thinking of?” You knew what answer he wanted and you were going to give it to him. “Y-You, Charles”, you sighed. “Fuck”, he mumbled and you now were fully aware that he was touching himself also.

“I´m thinking of you too, baby”, he said and you moaned again. “What would you want me to do if I was there?” he asked and you threw your head back, moving your hand faster over your clit. “I would want you to eat me out”, you replied, surprised by your own words”. “Oh fuck, I would eat you out so good baby”, he answered, his words slurred a little. “I would lick your little pussy until you finish”. “Oh fuck”, you gasped a little louder this time, inserting one finger inside of you. “I would make you so wet for my cock, Cherie”, he continued and you started to see stars. Never before have words affected you this much. “I would want you to fuck me, Charlie”, you moaned. “Oh believe me I would fuck you so hard you couldn’t stand for two days”, he replied and moaned afterwards. You were on the edge already, thrusting your fingers inside of you while rubbing your clit.

He did the same. He choked his cock with the thought of you sucking him off, with the thought of you riding him into delusion. “Cha-“ he heard you gasping from the speaker of his phone. “I´m here baby”, he said and heard a loud moan escaping your lips, showing him that you finished. The thought of you being all wet for him shoved him over the edge as well. He quickly grabbed a tissue from the night stand before he jerked himself off to the end.

With heavy breathing you listened to him finishing himself off. After a while, he started talking. “Guess now we both get a more decent sleep, huh?” he chuckled and you did the same. “Yeah, it definitely helped”.

Part 2

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All of me for you (CL16)

Summary: They came from two completely different worlds, but their hearts spoke the same language.

A/n: This is probably the darkest shit I´ve ever written, but don´t worry it ends well :) It´s also sooooo long sorry for that but I really enjoyed writing it!! Before you start reading, please read the warnings!!! If you feel uncomfortable with any of those, please don’t read.

Let me know what you think!

Also, Charlotte´s kind of a bitch here so don’t forget this is completely fictional!!! Also English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes

TW: 18+, mentions of smut, mentions of physical abuse, mentions of drug abuse (not reader), mentions of death (Charles dad), using of y/n

Word count: 7,700

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She´s been working for Ferrari since the start of the season. It was her one shot, her one opportunity to get out of the life her parents had given to her.

She grew up in one of the most dangerous districts of Frankfurt, Germany. A place where nobody had a future, a place where no child had even the hope of dreaming for a better life. Her mother got pregnant from one of her customers, one who couldn’t care less about the twins she gave birth to. Her mother could’ve never afforded any kind of birth control, so she had to trust in condoms. It usually worked, besides this one time. As you know, one time can be enough.

She gave birth to a boy and a girl, both as pretty as could be. Big, green eyes and black hair, faces with visible bone structures. They became inseparable, not moving from each other’s sides. She was always the tough one, the one who made her name count on the streets she grew up on. She was just a girl, but nobody dared to mess up with her. She had everything under control, worked two jobs to be able to afford at least food and the rent for the apartment they shared with their mother. Well, that was when she grew older. Her childhood was nothing to speak of. No child should grow up on the street, begging for money or food. No mother should ask her five year old daughter to go to the bank district, just to ask some business men for money. But we won´t speak of that.

Every child in Germany had to go school, so she and her brother did as well. They got in trouble regularly but managed to graduate somehow after the tenth grade. She was smart, always good in speaking different languages. German, English and Italian were easy for her. Her brother spoke a bit of English, mostly German.

When she turned 15, she got her first job. Waiting in a restaurant wasn’t the best job for a teenage girl, but she needed the money and the tips were amazing. It was the first time in her life where she managed to have enough money, she was even able to afford some new clothes and make up.

When she turned 16, her brother made new friends. She immediately knew that they weren’t good for him, but he wouldn’t listen. It started with weed, smoked in the dark corners of the ghetto. It continued with pills, mushrooms, sometimes acid, until he tried heroin for the first time. Heroin is never a one time thing. It escalated quickly and before he was able to steal y/n´s money, she rather gave it to him. She tried to get him away from the drugs, she really did. Methadone therapy, real therapy, nothing helped because he simply couldn’t get out of his friends group. He relapsed every time. He got weaker from time to time, the drugs destroying his mind and his body. She got used to buy the drugs for him, to keep them for him and to give them to him when he wasn’t in the state to do it. It quickly turned out that one job could never be enough to cover the costs of her brother´s drug abuse, the rent and food, so she got a second job. Her boss in the little Italian restaurant she used to work in, offered her to work in his second location also, just on the weekends. So she did. From Monday to Friday, she would work in the restaurant, Saturday and Sunday were reserved for her working at the bar.

Life seemed to get a little better when she met him, Oliver. Her first real boyfriend. He was a little bit older than her, black hair, beautiful ice-blue eyes. Italian. She met him at work, he made her fall in love quickly. He promised her the stars from the sky, walked her home, bought her presents, was the most caring boyfriend you could imagine. That was until he wanted more. Sex was always a difficult topic for y/n, simply because of her mother. Y/n never wanted to be used just for sex, she wanted it to be with somebody who truly loved her. Something inside of her told her, that Oliver wasn’t the right guy. So she declined, every time he asked or made a move. But he was manipulative, managed to get her to do it. He invited her to his place, roses and candles everywhere and she started to think that it would be good. That it would be the way she always imagined it to be. He started gently. Kissing her, caressing her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Their first time was good, y/n was glad that she did it and that he was so gentle. The second time, was different. He wanted to be more in charge, having control over her body. She wasn’t a big fan of this, but didn’t protest. He was on top of her, buried deep inside of her when he lit a cigarette. She frowned, asking him not to smoke while they were having sex. He scoffed, telling her to shut up which she didn’t do. “You want me to put it out?” he asked with a dirty grin and she nodded. So he put it out.

The marks will never leave the spot just below her hip. They don’t hurt anymore, it´s too long ago, but they will always be there, remind her of him. She never told anybody, broke up with Oliver and was surprised when he didn´t have anything against it. Her brother noticed that something had changed, sometimes having clear moments when he was in between injections. It was when she got out the shower, her pyjama pants too low on her waist when he saw the marks for the first time. Y/n didn’t want to know what he did to Oliver, the only thing she knew was that she didn’t have to worry about him anymore.

So she grew older, living in the same apartment as before with her brother and her mother, who they barely saw at all. She was working all night and sleeping all day, drinking in the meantime. Everybody knew her name in the ghetto, everybody knew who her brother was and she was somewhat in charge. She hated this life, but she loved her brother and would’ve done anything to protect him, as far as she could.

When she turned 21, her boss, the owner of the Italian restaurant, offered her a job. One of his friends was the head chef of the Scuderia Ferrari Hospitality and they were looking for a new waitress on the trackside. Y/n couldn’t believe it. This was her chance. But still, she had to say no. She couldn’t leave her brother alone, she was all he had left. But her brother disagreed. The second she told him about the job offer, he did everything to convince her to take the job. Luckily, he had found two guys in the city who he could trust, making it easier for y/n to leave. This was her opportunity for a better life and she had to take it.

So here she was. Working all over the world, for the best racing team ever. She made friends within her first week at work and she especially grew closer to some of the drivers, due to their age. Y/n was one of the younger workers on the team and the drivers liked to be with her. She was funny, always had an open ear for everybody and seemed to have everything under control, all the time. Everybody noticed that she was extraordinary pretty, but all of them agreed on one thing: they couldn’t quite get what it was about her. She was an open book when it came to her opinions and thoughts but she would never share personal experiences. Hell, nobody knew exactly where she came from, which y/n enjoyed a lot. She could be somebody in the world of Formula One, nobody knew her story and her flaws, it was a brand new start for her and she wouldn’t waste it. One driver had his eyes on her, specifically. Charles Leclerc, driver for Scuderia Ferrari.

Y/n knew how beautiful the driver was, even before she started to work for the team. When she got to know him, she noticed that he was also humble, funny, charming and his heart was made of gold. Unfortunately, he had a girlfriend. A beautiful girlfriend, who wasn’t very fond of the idea of Charles and y/n being friends. But they couldn’t help it. The connection the two of them had grew deep and none of them was able to understand why. They laughed together, over the most basic things in the world. They could always count on each other and they would stick together through thick and thin. They soon started to call each other best friends. Charles promised Charlotte, his girlfriend, that nothing has ever happened between him and y/n, and he said the truth. Y/n would never start something with a guy who´s taken, Charles could never cheat on his girlfriend, even when sometimes, his heart pounded for someone else..

It was Sunday, race day, almost 10pm. The race was long over, nobody being left in the paddock but a few workers. Charles was still there also, sitting in the big red motorhome. “Charlotte, please I need to talk to someone, I feel like a loser right now”, he said with a trembling voice, then sighed. “No, I understand. Have fun with your girls, bye”, he said before he hung up. He was sitting on the big red couch, letting the tears fall down on his face when he let out his emotions. This day has been a day to forget. He DNF´d after 6 laps in the race. It wasn’t his fault, just engine failure. Still, he needed to win this race. For him. He sobbed, not noticing that someone entered the room.

Y/n wanted to lock up all the rooms before going back to the hotel, when she noticed light coming from one of the rooms. She went in, to see her best friend sitting on the couch, crying. “Charlie”, she gasped and headed over to him, wrapping her arms around his body to pull him close. “Hey, what´s going on?” Of course she knew that he dnf´d, but he usually wouldn’t cry because of that. “I wanted to make him proud”, Charles sobbed, pressing his head against her shoulder. “Shh”, y/n cooed, pressing a kiss on his head. “He died five years ago from today and what did I earn since then? Nothing”, he rambled and y/n put his face in her hands to force him to look at her. “Charles, I want you to listen to me now”, she started. “Your father is the proudest man ever. You´ve achieved so much, driving for Ferrari, winning for Ferrari. Maybe not today, but you did win and you will continue winning. And it´s not only about your achievements in racing, is it? You are the most beautiful human being I have ever met. Your father can be so, so proud of who you´ve become.” She wiped a tear from his face, happy that no tears followed, before she went on. “I don’t know where your father is right now, but he and Jules are watching you every second, and they will tell anybody what a beautiful man you are, I know it”, she said and smiled at him, caressing his cheek with her thumb. “Do you really think so?” he asked and she nodded quickly. “I´ve never been more sure about anything”, she answered and he leaned his head against hers. “Let´s get out of here, have you eaten?” she asked and he shook his head. She stood up and reached out her hand for him to grab it. „Pizza and Harry Potter?“ she asked and his eyes glowed when he nodded.

„Why is it that your hotel rooms are always way more comfortable than mine?“ Charles asked and finished his last piece of pizza. „I actually have no idea what you mean. You always get the suites which are way nicer than my tiny rooms“, y/n answered and chuckled. „Mhm, I guess it’s just because of your company then“, he said and turned to look at her.

They were laying on their stomachs, head facing the TV on the wall. She laughed and didn’t look at him, knowing that she would lose herself in his blue-green eyes. She had this feelings for him for quite a while now, butterflies flying around in her stomach whenever he was around, a deep desire to explore his lips with hers whenever he opened his mouth. But she couldn’t. Not because he didn’t return her feelings, actually she was pretty sure that he felt the same way. But he had a girlfriend. She didn’t know why he didn’t break up with her but it was for the best. She wasn’t the right girl for him. Charlotte was. She grew up in a health family, never had to face hunger or drug problems. Ferrari‘s golden boy and some broke ass waitress from the ghetto? No way this would work out. She got pulled out of her thoughts when he talked again.

„Thank you, y/n“, he whispered and she smiled. „Anytime, Charlie“, she returned and noticed that he didn’t stop looking at her. „Why is it that you‘re always there for me while my girlfriend is out drinking with her friends?“ he asked and y/n sighed. She didn’t have an answer. She didn’t understand Charlotte, didn’t like her much also. Still, she wasn’t the one to talk bad about one’s girlfriend. „I don’t know Charles, but I’ll try to always be there, I promise“, she answered and tried to focus on the movie again. Not for long, though. He placed two fingers on her cheek and turned her face so she would look at him. Their eyes locked immediately and green met blue. For a second her eyes flickered to his lips, who were slightly parted. She licked over her own, unconsciously, but it was enough for him to go crazy. He leaned forward, his lips striping hers softly. Almost cautiously, as if she could disappear any second. Her lips started moving against his, but they knew it was wrong. They pulled back, already out of breath. „I should go“, Charles stated without opening his eyes, y/n just nodded.

They didn’t talk about it, ever, but Charlotte seemed to notice that something has changed in y/n´s and Charles relationship. They were still hanging out often, but not as much as before. At first she was happy, thinking that maybe they had a fight and weren’t friends anymore but she quickly realized that it was something else. She has never liked y/n, never liked how she always managed to get everyone’s attention. She didn’t know that this was the last thing y/n wanted. Charlotte got crazy over how less she knew about that girl who slowly stole her boyfriend, she didn’t know that Charles basically didn’t know anything, either.

“I´m just wondering why you spend so much of your time with somebody you barely know!” she yelled, hands over her head while Charles was standing in front of the mirror, styling his hair. “Charlotte, I know y/n better than anybody. She´s always there for me and I just enjoy being around her, as a friend.” Charlotte scoffed. “Always there for you. Are you still mad at me because I wasn’t there the other night? You knew that I was in Monaco with friends!” He sighed and turned to her, satisfied with his hair. “I had one of the worst days and you weren’t there. I don’t blame you for not being by my side, I blame you because you couldn’t even listen to me on the phone. We talked about that a hundred times now, I´m tired of discussing it again”, he stated. “Now, come on. The others are probably waiting already”, he said and the two of them made their way to the hotel lobby to meet the others before they had dinner together.

Charlotte was strolling through the garage during the first practice session, when the head hospitality coordinator headed towards her. “Charlotte! You´re a friend of y/n, aren’t you?” she asked and Charlotte nodded slowly, not sure what to answer to that. She didn’t have much time to think about it, since the woman in front of her just continued speaking. “Great! Listen, I really need y/n to sign those papers for her contract renewal, but I can´t find her anywhere and I really have to be somewhere! Could you give those to her? I can trust you with that right?” she asked, again not leaving her enough time to answer. She handed her a big envelope and rushed away. Charlotte frowned, but realized what she held in her hands. If this was y/n´s contract renewal, everything was inside right? Where she came from, maybe even family situations, what she did before, everything. She had to hide a mischievous grin before she walked away to Charles motorhome, knowing that she would be unbothered for at least half an hour.

She didn’t find out everything, but everything she needed to know. After searching her address on the internet she found out that y/n came from one of the worst areas in Germany. She had to put in an emergency contact and chose her mother, because who else could she have chose instead? Charlotte found out where her mother worked and also that y/n had contact with the police quite a few times. Nothing serious, since Ferrari would’ve never hired her otherwise, but serious enough so that y/n wouldn’t want anybody to find out. She also googled y/n´s full name and found out that she has a twin brother, who was involved in various drug crimes in the past few years. She found enough to make sure that y/n wouldn’t be a problem between her and Charles anymore.

“Y/n, do you have a moment?” Charlotte asked while y/n was pouring herself some coffee, since she was on her break. “Sure”, she mumbled and frowned not knowing what Charlotte possibly wanted from her. “Your boss wanted me to give you these”, Charlotte said and handed her the envelope. “Oh, thank you”, she said and frowned again. Before she could say anything, Charlotte headed away.

It was the evening after the race when everything escalated. Charles and Charlotte, Carlos and Rebecca, Max and Kelly and y/n were sitting in Max´s suite, just having some chats and drinks. They were talking about nothing really, when Charlotte turned the attention to y/n. “Oh my god, y/n I wanted to ask you how´s your brother?” Y/n froze and looked at her. “What? Why what happened to your brother?” Charles asked. He knew that you had a brother but nothing more. Without stopping to look at Charlotte, y/n answered. “Nothing important, really. He´s better”, she stated knowing that Charlotte wouldn’t stop now. “Really? Did he get therapy or something? I couldn’t imagine having a junkie as a brother, this must be so hard. Also that you had to deal with it for so many years and even had trouble with the police.. you´re very strong”. Her words dripped from sarcasm and y/n had to focus not to lose control. Of course she read everything that was in the envelope. She should’ve known. “Wait what´s going on? Charlotte why do you know all these things?” Charles asked. “Charlotte, stop. Now”, y/n said with a tone that gave everybody goosebumps. Charlotte swallowed, knowing that she didn’t want to mess with y/n, but she had a plan and she had to stick to it. “What do you mean? I thought she told you everything about her. Also about her mother and all that”, she continued and y/n pinched her thigh, hoping that this was all a bad dream.

She couldn’t look at Charles, knowing that she would see the betrayal in his eyes. Not only did she not say anything to him about her family, she lied to him. She told him that her mother was working in a grocery store and her brother was studying at the university to become a teacher. She told him that her dad was working in the bank district of Frankfurt, which may have been true, she didn’t know. “Y/n?” Charles asked but y/n looked at Charlotte. “I think couldn’t live with the fact that my mother was a prostitute”, she said as if she didn’t destroy y/n´s life. Nobody said a word, the whole situation extremely uncomfortable for everybody around. Charles stared at y/n, waiting for her to look at him to tell him that it wasn’t true. That she didn’t lie to him all this time.

She couldn’t. She stood up, grabbed her phone and left the room. She never had problems with conflicts, but she couldn’t look Charles in his beautiful blue eyes right now. She made her way to her room, tears blurring her vision. She didn’t know why she wanted to cry. Out of anger? Out of sadness? Probably everything at once. She knew that this was it. Even if Charlotte hasn’t told her boss everything she knew, even if she wasn’t fired, how could she ever talk to one of the guys again? Charles would never forgive her, she knew that. He hated nothing more than lying, he told her that within the first week after they´ve met. Also, Charlotte would tell anybody. If she stayed, everybody would know her situation by the end of next week. Her reputation would have a bad influence on Ferrari, and they would fire her eventually.

She grabbed her suitcase and threw everything in, not caring about any kind of organization. A heavy knock on her door stopped her from continuing. She wiped the tears from her face as best as she could before she opened the door. Charles stormed in, furious. “I can´t believe she would say things like that? She´s so fucking jealous that she started to spread lies and rumours about you, who does she think she is?!” he yelled but stopped and frowned when he saw the suitcase. “What are you doing?” he whispered and looked at her. “Leaving”, she stated and he widened his eyes. “Why would you leave? I break up with her y/n, I swear. How could I be with someone who´s capable of doing such things?” he asked and y/n finally looked at him, laying all of her honesty in her eyes. She didn’t have to say anything. Charles parted his lips. “It´s true”, he whispered. “She didn’t lie”, he stated and y/n looked down. “She didn’t lie, but you did”, he said and suddenly his eyes weren’t shining anymore. “You lied to me, all this time”, he repeated and y/n swallowed hard before the tears started to stain her face again. “Charles, I couldn’t tell you. I just wanted a fresh start, I-“ “Don´t. You lied to me. I don’t care why.” “Charles-“ “Goodbye, y/n. If that´s even your real name”, he said and stormed out, leaving y/n sobbing and crying on the floor.

Charles didn’t speak to Charlotte before he followed y/n. She went back to their shared room in the meantime, satisfied with how it all worked out. Her happiness lasted for about ten minutes, until Charles came back. He didn’t say anything when he came in, just grabbing Charlotte´s bag. “Charles- what are you doing?” she asked with wide eyes. “You´ll leave. I don´t want you here”, he said and threw some of her stuff inside her bag. “Excuse me? Stop it! You can´t just throw me out where am I supposed to go?” she yelled. “I don’t fucking care. Get a room and let them put it on my credit card I don’t care. Just get out of my sight”, he spat and she scoffed. “What did she tell you, huh? Did she tell you that I lied? Believe me Charles-“ “She didn’t tell me that you lied. I know that you said the truth. But what kind of person does that? In front of so many other people? You exposed her to her friends instead of just talking to me in private.” Charlotte scoffed again. “She lied to you and still managed to make me the bad guy?” “No. You´re both bad. I don’t want to see any of you, so get out of my fucking room!” he yelled and she startled, grabbing her bad which was know almost completely packed. “We´re over, if that wasn’t clear”, he said before he slammed the door shut behind her.

It didn’t take long for y/n to fall into old patterns. Working in the little Italian restaurant, buying drugs for her brother who almost didn’t notice that she was back, saving her drunk mother from sleeping next to the toilet in the bathroom. It almost felt like her time at Ferrari was nothing but a fever dream. Lando texted her, sometimes, asking her if she needed anything. She barely replied. She appreciated it for sure, but it was better for anybody if she stayed out of their business. She decided, or persuaded herself, that it was better like this. She wasn’t the right person to be with Charles and she would’ve never been. Still, she missed him, every second of the day. She kept their little kiss in her heart, nobody could take it away from her. She realized how much she loved him, not only as her best friend. But still, it was better this way.

Charles didn’t think so. He was angry, furious even for a few days. But then it hit him like a train. How much he missed her, how much she had changed his mood every day, what big of an impact she had on his mood. Since she was gone, his laughs were less frequent. Suddenly he didn’t know who he could talk to, didn’t know who to turn to after a bad qualifying, a bad race or simply after a bad day. He missed her stupid jokes, the way she wore her hair in a braided ponytail, the way she never missed to look stunning and mysterious. Now he knew what was so mysterious about her. He missed how she gave him a feeling of safety, even if he didn’t need it. He missed how she fell asleep sometimes when they had a movie night, the ultimate proof for him for how much she trusted him. However, he tried to ignore his feelings. She lied to him and obviously had way bigger issues than he could’ve ever known. Charles had to hold back his tears when the hospitality coordinator asked him what happened to y/n and he had to explain that she left. He was angry at y/n for bringing him in situations like that. But fuck, as soon as he was alone in his hotel room he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He had to see her again, even if it was just for one time. He wanted to tell her how much she hurt him, he wanted to kiss her goodbye and beg her to come with him- what? No, that wasn’t what he wanted. He hated her, right? Didn’t miss her. At. All.

He dialled her number multiple times, never had the guts to actually call her.

In September he had to go to Germany for a karting event, at Hockenheim Ring. The track was about an hour away from Frankfurt and Charles heart beat faster just by the thought of being so close to her. What would his heart do if they were standing in front of each other? Well, he was about to find out because without wasting a second thought about it, he rented an old Volkswagen and made his way to Frankfurt. He had no idea what her address was, but he figured that he could just ask for the ghetto, right? Worst case would be that he would have to actually call her. The reason he rented a car like this was that he didn’t need fans or paparazzi to follow him. Whatever place he was heading to, it wasn’t a place for him to be. It also wasn’t a place for y/n to be.

He reached the city centre of Frankfurt and opened his phone to google where this area was located. He only had to type in “Frankfurt Ghetto” and it came up immediately. He switched to Google Maps and followed the GPS until he noticed that the landscape changed. Instead of modern buildings and people wearing business clothes, this place was full of big, old, ugly towers. Garbage cans and bags were laying everywhere, barely any plants or trees to see. People in sweatpants and dirty clothes were standing in every corner, watching him as he drove by. Charles made sure that his car was locked from the inside. He swallowed when he passed a big building with neon lights, knowing what was inside. He was wondering if that was the place where her mother worked. He swallowed and tried to stay calm. Suddenly, he couldn’t go any further. He was standing in front of two big building with parking lots on his left side. The only way was to the left or back to where he came from. He decided to stay in the car for a while and looked around. A few people were around, without paying attention to him luckily. A young man was sitting on the stairs of one building, fidgeting with his leather bracelets. Suddenly, the man looked up and Charles gasped. He looked like her. Same face, same hair, same bone structure. He was very thin, as if the wind could blew him over and he was wearing black shorts and a ripped black t shirt with a lot of stains.

Charles breathed out heavily and got out of the car. He knew that it was insane what he was doing. He knew that this guy was an addict, what if he was dangerous? Maybe he would rob him. But he was probably his only chance to find her.

He took a few steps towards the man who already looked at him. He didn’t stand up when Charles stood in front of him. “I know who you are”, he stated and Charles tried to control his breath. “You´re the driver y/n likes so much”, he said and Charles heart skipped a beat. “You´re her brother, right?” he dared to ask and the man nodded. Unexpectedly, he held out his hand. “Nico”, he said and Charles was unsure what to do. Eventually, he took his hand and shook it for a second before taken it back. “Charles”, he answered and sat down next to him. “What are you doing here?” Nico asked and Charles kicked a little pebble stone away from the stairs. “I wanted to see her. I miss her”, he answered truthfully. “She thinks you hate her”, Nico said and a painful ache went through Charles body. “I could never hate her”, he whispered. “Me neither. She´s an angel”, Nico said and Charles gave him a light smile. “Are you going to take her with you?” Nico asked and Charles shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know if she wants to come back.” “Of course she does. Even if she says she doesn’t. Since she came back she didn’t speak much, but when she did than it was only about you”, Nico said.

Charles wondered how much he could give on his words. Was he on drugs right now? Probably. If not, he wouldn’t be able to speak normal like this, right? Or was he? Charles didn’t know, he never had contact with a drug addict. “She has to go with you. She can´t stay here. She´s too good for this place”, Nico said and his voice started to slur a little. Charles frowned, realizing that he should end this conversation. “Nico, do you know where y/n is?” he asked. “She should be here soon, she had to work today”, he answered and looked at the stairs. “I should go”, he said and stood up immediately. Charles looked up to him. “Please don’t hurt my sister. She´s everything I have. I wouldn’t want her to go, but she has to. Don’t let her stay here”, he whispered and run away. Charles frowned and wondered what kind of guy Nico would be today, if he had never started taking drugs.

Y/n had already seen him when Charles turned his head. She was only a few metres away from him, staring at him as if he was a ghost. Charles stood up, quickly and wiped the dust off his pants. Neither of them said a word, before he was standing right in front of her. All the anger, all the hate was blown away as he saw her. Her long, black hair was falling over her shoulders. She was wearing high waisted jeans, as always, and a short white top. Her white sneakers were dirty. She looked beautiful. “Am I dreaming?” she whispered and Charles shook his head. “You still owe me an explanation”, he said and she clenched her jaw a little. “Not here”, she stated.

Only fifteen minutes later they were sitting around a small table in a café. Y/n didn’t know what to say, although she knew what he wanted to hear. “I talked to your brother”, Charles said and she looked at him. “Don´t worry. It was a nice conversation, actually.” “What did he say to you?” she asked and played with the handle of her cup of tea. “That I should take you with me again, because you miss me”, Charles said and couldn’t hide a little smirk. A smile flitted across her lips. “I thought you´d hate me”, she whispered and looked back at the table. “I tried”. “Couldn’t”, he added. “Y/n, I want to hear the truth from you. Everything.” And y/n told him everything.

From her childhood, her mother, her unknown father. She told him about her time at school and how Nico got in contact with drugs. How she always had to be responsible for her family. She told him about her ex-boyfriend who hurt her so much, she didn’t tell him what he did in detail. Maybe that was something for another time.

She told him about the nights she had to stay in jail, because she got caught buying drugs for her brother and how she managed to change the story a little for Ferrari, so that she would still get the job.

She told him about her jobs and how happy she was when she got the job at Ferrari. She told him that she was so happy when she met him that she didn’t want to ruin anything by telling him the truth. She told him how happy she was that she could finally start over. Nobody knew about her past or about her brother and nobody feared her the way they do in the ghetto.

“I know that I lied to you. I regret it now, knowing that I could’ve trust you with it. But I was so scared, Charles. I never had someone like you in my life, I couldn’t risk losing you. I know that I was selfish, and I can´t ask for you to forgive me. But I want you to know that I´m sorry.” Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat after telling him everything. She got nervous when he didn’t answer right away. “I do forgive you, y/n”, he whispered and she finally looked at him again. “Yes you hurt me, yes you lied to me but now I understand why you did all these things. I think I wouldn’t have acted differently in your situation. Of course I could never imagine being in your situation, but I forgive you”, he said and y/n couldn’t stop the sob from leaving her mouth. Tears were running down her face and she immediately wrapped her arms around him, afraid that this was all a dream and he would disappear again.

After a few minutes, she tried to calm down and let go of him. “I should go back”, she said. “Have to look after my brother”. Charles nodded and grabbed his keys before he drove them back to her place. The sun already started to set and Charles knew that he had to convince her soon. He wanted her to come with him and he wouldn’t leave her again. Not here. She got out of the car and headed towards her brother, who was sitting on the stairs again. “Everything alright?” she asked and Nico nodded, looking at Charles who stood behind her. “I will go upstairs. Leave you two alone.” Before he left he whispered something in y/n´s ear, so that Charles couldn’t hear.

Y/n turned to Charles. “Where are you staying?” she asked and he shrugged his shoulders. “I´ll get a hotel in the city. You can choose”. Y/n frowned. “Why would I choose?” “Because you´re coming with me. You didn’t think I´ll leave you here, right?”

She took a step towards him. “Charlie, you have no idea how glad I am that you forgave me. But what I did is unacceptable. I just left, without saying a word. Ferrari will never give me my job back. I hate it, I really do, but this is where I belong. I messed up everything and I deserve to be here”. “No you don’t. And you didn’t mess up anything. Yes, you should’ve said the truth from the beginning, but you did a fantastic job at Ferrari. And the only thing you lied about was where you´re coming from. You´re personality, your humour and your whole being was real. Charlotte was the one who messed it up. You´re right, maybe Ferrari won´t let you work for them but you could at least apologize and ask, right? And if they don’t take you, maybe another team will. Or I´ll hire you as my assistant or something.” He took another step towards her so that their noses almost touched. “I´ll do anything. Just come with me.” Y/n sighed. “I´m not leaving without you, y/n”, he whispered and she closed her eyes for a second. She cupped his face with her hands and pulled him into a kiss. Their lips touched for a few seconds, before she let go of him. She loved him. She loved him so much that it hurt. But was he really so foolish to love her back?

“I know that you worry about your brother, but he told me that-“ “I´m coming with you, Charles”, she interrupted him. “He just told me that he will never talk to me again if I wouldn’t go with you”.

After packing her things and saying goodbye to her brother, y/n and Charles were looking for a hotel. After checking in, y/n immediately took a shower as long as possible. She washed her hair, her body and shaved, she felt like a new human being afterwards. She changed into a short pyjama, shorts high enough to cover the marks on her hip. They didn’t even talk about sharing a bed, they just knew that they wouldn’t leave each other´s sides.

They were laying next to each other, the room was completely dark but the moon managed to bring in some light through the curtains. Y/n was snuggled at Charles side, listening to the sound of his beating heart. “Y/n?” Charles asked. There was one question he always wanted to ask her. He wanted to ask her when she didn’t want to show herself in a bathing suit at the hotel´s pool in Spain. The second time was when she screamed at him to leave the room because she wanted to change, even though she just wanted to change into sweatpants. He wanted to know everything. “Hmm?” she hummed and drew little circles on his chest.

“Why are you always covering your hip?” he asked and she gulped. “You will know it soon enough”, she answered and he was somewhat satisfied with that answer. The last thing he wanted was to pick a fight. “I want to kiss you again”, he whispered and she lifted her head to look at him. She rolled herself on top of him and started to kiss his jawline before stopping right over his lips. With a quick look of reassurance, he pressed his lips on hers. She moaned by the feeling of his soft lips, craving it for such a long time. He ran his tongue over her lower lip and she opened her mouth a little, to let him in. His hands were on her hips and he groaned when she squeezed his biceps a little. He quickly turned her around, so that he laid on top of her.

She hesitated and stopped kissing him, clearly feeling unwell with not being in control. Charles pressed his lips on the side of her neck. “We can stop whenever you want. But you don´t have to be in control all the time”, he whispered and spread little kisses from her neck to her jawline. He lifted his head and looked at her, her eyes fixating on him. “Do you trust me?” he asked and she quickly nodded. “100 percent”, she answered and he smiled. “You say the word and I stop”, he reassured her and started to spread kisses down her body. Y/n was already going crazy by his touch, she didn’t have sex since what happened with her ex-boyfriend. She thought she would never trust anybody with her body again, but she felt safe with Charles. She knew that he would never do something she didn��t want. So she let it happen.

She let him kiss her clothed breast, let him slid his hands under her shirt to caress them. He kissed her stomach but made no attempts to take off her pants. Instead, he pressed his lips on her inner thigh, kissing his way all the way down to her ankle just to go back up.

He grabbed the hem of her shorts, looking up to her. She nodded, slowly, closing her eyes as she felt him pulling down her shorts. He pressed a kiss on her thigh, then the other one. He kissed the left side of her hip and made his way over her belly button, before he reached the scarred spot. Three little round marks were there and Charles closed his eyes for a few seconds. “Did he do this to you?” he asked and looked at her. She only nodded again. “Did Nico take care of him?” he asked and felt relieved when she nodded once more. Carefully, he striped his lips over her skin. He felt the uneven surface of where the marks are and she gasped a little. He pushed himself up and hovered over her. “You´re beautiful, do you know that?” he asked. “Nothing could ever change that”. He didn’t wait for her reply, knowing that he wouldn’t get one.

He started pressing against on her body again, more demanding this time. He kissed her marks again before he got lower. She breathed heavily, waiting for him to finally touch her where she needed him most. Not wanting to tease her, he pressed his lips on her core. She gasped and bended her neck which made him smile.

His tongue found all the right places. He ate her out as if he was starving and he was in a way. He had to wait too long for this, imagined how she would taste like too often. Y/n was overwhelmed by the feeling, knowing that she wouldn’t last long. She grabbed his hair and moaned, never wanting this moment to stop. “Char-“ she gasped when her high washed over her, releasing her from the pressure. He hummed and licked over her now sensitive clit a couple more times before he pushed himself up to her again. Her taste and her sounds caused his cock to be painfully hard, but he didn’t want to rush things. “We don’t have to go further tonight”, he said and gave her a quick kiss. She shook her head, eagerly. There was no way she´d stop now. “Want all of you tonight, Charlie”, she whispered and he groaned, kissing her neck again. “I don´t have a condom, mon amour”, he mumbled and she forced him to look at her. “I´m on birth control. And I trust you”, she said.

Since she got her first period, birth control was the most important thing for y/n. Bad things happened in the ghetto and even though luckily nothing like this ever happened to her, she knew what happened to her mother. To avoid being in the same situation, she saved all her money to get an IUD.

Charles was quick with getting rid of his pants, lining himself up over her entrance. “Please”, she gasped and he slid inside her, overwhelmed by the feeling of her. “God, y/n”, he moaned and moved slowly, needing to get used to her tightness. “Faster”, she moaned after a few thrusts and he picked up his pace. “You´re making me crazy”, he moaned and slid one arm under her back to have her in a better grip. “Fuck, Charles”, she moaned loudly and he hissed, knowing that he wouldn’t last long tonight.

He felt her walls clenching around him after some time and when her orgasm gripped him tightly inside of her, he got pushed over the edge. With a few sloppy thrusts he finished inside of her, breathing heavily as he leaned his head against hers. Never had he experienced sex this intense. “Fuck, y/n”, he gasped.

She wanted him to say it. He wanted to say it. They´ve waited too long, had to hide their feelings for too long and he couldn’t wait much longer. But what if it was too early? What if she wasn’t ready for saying it too? Would it matter? Every single one of Charles thoughts got washed away when she opened her mouth. “Say it”, she whispered and he groaned. His hand found its way to her cheek, his heart pounding fast inside his chest. “Je t´aime, y/n”, he whispered and she breathed in heavily, afraid that her heart would jump out of her chest. “I love you too, Charles”.

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Hiiii

I was wondering if u could write a lando x wife!reader fic where reader is sick and everyone expects her to die so she makes a video to lando telling him how much she loves him and he should live his life after shes gone. But she doesn’t die and lando accidentally finds the video on her laptop and watches it. Reader finds him after hes watched it and he tells her he could never be with anyone else, a girl needs to feel wanted every now and then yknow. (no this is so not because I imagine the funerals of people who are alive and well no ma’am)

Thank you for your request! :) I will not write the whole story about them finding out about the diagnose simply because I don´t think I´m good at writing that, but I hope you like it anyways! :)

TW: mentions of death, mentions of cancer, angst and fluff

The last year has been tough. There was no doubt that it was a rollercoaster of emotions and you were sure that you could´ve never done it without the love of your life by your side, Lando.

The diagnose was a shock, of course. It was supposed to be a tiny little cyst in your left breast, nothing problematic. But during surgery the doctors noticed that it was a tumor, a malignant one and that it spreaded already.

The doctors told you that chemo wouldnt make much sense, since it spreaded too far already but you never gave up. You were determined to beat the cancer, not being ready to die at the age of twenty-something. Lando was by your side, all the time. He shaved his head when you had to shave it, he sat by your side when the nausea from the therapy hit you. After six months, you were alive and married Lando after he asked you to be his wife.

The doctors gave you 6 months, and although you believed that you could beat the cancer, you made a video for Lando. Just in case. You needed him to know how much you love him, how you would never want anybody else by your side but him. How you dreamed about creating a family with him. You needed to tell him that all of that would´ve been your dream but that he needed to be happy again, if you would have to go.

Luckily, you were right and Lando never had to watch the video. He never had to plan your funeral, never had to tell all your beloved ones that you lost the fight against this unfair disease. The chemo started working and after two hard years, you were free of cancer.

You celebrated that night like crazy. You invited all your friends, all of Lando´s friends and your family. You had to miss out on so many birthdays and other parties, you wanted to celebrate big time.

"Love, Andrea calls me all the time I have to call him back. I´ll be in my office for a while", Lando told you and you nodded, pressing a kiss against his lips. "Don´t be too long!" you said and he cupped your face. "I won´t, but we have all the time now, remember", he said and gave you another kiss before he headed to his office.

While he was speaking to his team chef on the phone, he fidgeted with the drawer of his desk, not being able to remember when was the last time he opened it. Without thinking about it, he opened it and his eyes fell on an envelope with his name written on it. He frowned, recognising your handwriting.

After hanging up the phone he opened the envelope and was surprised when he found a usb-stick inside. Curious, he sticked it into his laptop and opened the video which popped up. He gasped when he saw your face, looking in the camera with red and teary eyes.

"Lando. If you watch this video, we didn´t make it. We didn´t get the chance to beat the cancer and I had no choice but to leave you behind. I know that this is a hard time, probably the hardest time you will ever experience. But you will be okay. I know it. Lan, I love you so much. I always have and I always will and that´s why I want you to not be afraid to move on once the time comes. You´re the best that ever happened to me, but you know that I believe in destiny. You were the right one for me, but maybe I wasn´t right for you. Your future wife is still out there, somewhere. I know you don´t want to hear it right now, but I know it´s true. And the day will come, where you will now that I was right. I love you Lando and I´m sorry that I had to leave like that but I will never be truly gone. I will always be with you. I will live in your memories and in your heart. I love you."

Lando didn´t know how often he watched the video. He cried, sobbed, almost threw up, even though he knew that you were right outside, alive as ever. How could you think that he would ever be able to love someone the way he loved you? After a while, a soft knock on his door made him look up. You were standing in the doorframe, frowning. "What´s taking you so lon-", you asked but stopped when you saw him. You gasped and headed over to him, pulling him into a hug. "Lan, I´m so sorry you were never supposed to see this!" You said and closed the laptop.

"How can you say things like that?" he sobbed and you frowned again. "I could never love anybody the way I love you, y/n. Never." "Shh, Lando it doesn´t matter, really. I´m here. I´m right here and I´m not going anywhere."

"No, I want you to understand that even if you weren´t here, nobody could ever replace you. You´re the one I love, you´re the one I want. Fuck, you´re the one I need. I need you in my life, y/n", he said and sobbed again, pressing his head against your shoulder. You were glad that he finally was able to let out his emotions which he suppressed for such a long time. "I love you, I love you so much", you answered and let him cry because you know that anyone needed to cry once in a while. Maybe the video had his purpose after all.

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris angst #lando norris fluff

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All of me for you (CL16)

Summary: They came from two completely different worlds, but their hearts spoke the same language.

Let me know what you think!

Also, Charlotte´s kind of a bitch here so don’t forget this is completely fictional!!! Also English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes

TW: 18+, mentions of smut, mentions of physical abuse, mentions of drug abuse (not reader), mentions of death (Charles dad), using of y/n

Word count: 7,700

Masterlist

She´s been working for Ferrari since the start of the season. It was her one shot, her one opportunity to get out of the life her parents had given to her.

He dialled her number multiple times, never had the guts to actually call her.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc imagine #formula one imagine #ferrari #cl16 #cl16 imagine #cl16 x reader #charles leclerc x reader #formula 1

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