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Caught in 4K

Chapter 19

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 3 )

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Click. Click.

Somewhere in the distance, far enough that neither Mark nor Charles noticed in the heat of that long-awaited confession, a camera lens caught it all. The raw, rain-drenched kiss. The forehead touches. The soft, breathless smiles exchanged under the stormy Monaco sky. The photographer — whoever they were — knew they’d just caught something intimate, something that wasn’t meant for the world to see. But for now, Mark and Charles were too lost in each other to notice.

The Morning After

Charles woke to the faint glow of early sunlight filtering through his bedroom curtains. His head ached faintly — not from alcohol, but from the sheer intensity of the night before. The club. The fight. The rain. The kiss.

He shifted, feeling the weight on his chest.

His heart nearly stopped.

There, half-buried against him, was Mark Spencer. His face relaxed in sleep, hair a beautiful mess, lips parted slightly, mumbling soft, incoherent things into Charles’ chest like he belonged there.

Is this a dream? Charles thought, his breath catching in his throat.

And then it hit him — this wasn’t some figment of his sleep-deprived mind. It was real. The fight. The argument in the rain. The confession. The kiss. The way they’d driven home together in silence, barely exchanging words because their hands said enough.

The moment they stepped into Charles’ apartment, Mark had practically tackled him to the couch, kissing him with a desperation that could only come from years of denial breaking loose. Charles kissed him back like his life depended on it. Somewhere in the haze of it all, they’d both ended up lying tangled together, damp clothes discarded, limbs intertwined, exhausted and happy for the first time in what felt like forever.

Mark had been so clingy, refusing to even let Charles get up for water. Every time Charles shifted, Mark would mumble a sleepy, possessive, “Stay,” and press another lazy kiss against his jaw. They’d eventually fallen asleep like that, Mark half sprawled on top of Charles, warm and solid and perfect.

Charles was still processing all this when Mark stirred against him, letting out a soft, adorable little hum.

“Mmm… morning, sunshine,” Mark mumbled, a sleepy grin spreading across his lips without even opening his eyes.

Charles’ lips curled up instantly, warmth blooming in his chest. “Morning, mon amour.”

Mark blinked up at him with those hazel eyes, the sunlight making them glow gold for a second.

Charles spoke quietly, brushing Mark’s hair out of his face. “I can’t believe this is real. I’ve waited so long for this.”

“Me too,” Mark whispered, leaning up to kiss him softly. “Leclerc… me too.”

Breakfast

To anyone else, breakfast would’ve looked normal. Coffee brewing. Eggs sizzling in a pan. Toast popping up. But for Charles, everything about this felt extraordinary.

Mark sat at the table in one of Charles’ hoodies — far too big on him, the sleeves covering half his hands — hair still messy from sleep, leaning back in his chair like he owned the place. He talked animatedly about something idiotic Carlos texted him last night, and Charles just… stared.

“What?” Mark asked, catching him.

Charles flushed, grinning like an idiot as he looked down at his plate. “Nothing.”

Mark gave him a knowing, amused smile and went back to eating.

The Shower Incident

After breakfast, Mark stretched. “Alright, I’m gonna shower.”

Charles blinked. “Here?”

Mark squinted at him. “Uh… yeah? Why are you acting like it’s my first time in your house?”

Charles flustered, remembering Mark’s shower habits from past sleepovers, drunken nights after parties, and random days after training. But this time it felt… different. More loaded.

Mark peeled off his hoodie and t-shirt as he headed toward the bathroom, and Charles’ brain short-circuited. The man was a literal sculpture. Perfect lines, abs, broad shoulders. He was pretty sure angels wept somewhere in the distance.

“You’re staring,” Mark teased.

Charles grinned, unabashed. “Can you blame me?”

Mark rolled his eyes, but the smirk on his face betrayed how much he loved the attention.

“Keep looking at me like that, and I might think you wanna join me in there.”

Charles opened his mouth to answer — but the doorbell rang.

Mark snickered. “Saved by the bell.”

Lorenzo’s Arrival

Charles cursed under his breath and headed downstairs, his heart still pounding.

Opening the door, he was met by none other than his smug, too-wise-for-his-own-good older brother.

“Lorenzo,” Charles greeted warily.

“Hey, maman said you’d be home,” Lorenzo stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. “So… did you bring someone home?”

Charles froze. His face flushed immediately. Of course Lorenzo would bring this up.

“Yeah… just Mark,” Charles tried to sound casual.

“Ohh, just Mark, huh?” Lorenzo grinned, all smugness.

“Drop it, bro. He’s just a friend.”

“Oh? Just a friend?” Lorenzo pulled out his phone with a dramatic flourish and opened a photo. There it was — the photo. Mark and Charles in the rain, kissing like the world was ending, forehead to forehead, hearts practically on their sleeves.

Charles’ jaw dropped. “HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET THAT?!”

Lorenzo burst out laughing. “Bro… it’s Monaco. People talk. And also, I may have… been there.”

“DELETE IT.”

“Nope. Prime blackmail material.”

Charles lunged for the phone. They wrestled like children in the middle of the living room, pillows flying.

“Shut your mouth about this.”

Lorenzo paused, raised a brow. “Say ‘please.’”

Charles groaned. “Please.”

Lorenzo smirked. “Attaboy.”

He tucked his phone away. “He’s different, huh? Than your previous… situations.”

Charles dropped onto the couch, still catching his breath from their ridiculous scuffle. He looked down at his hands, then at the photo still burned in his memory.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “He’s… special to me.”

And for once, Lorenzo didn’t tease. He just smiled.

Mark’s Exit

A little while later, Mark came downstairs, freshly showered, hair damp, wearing one of Charles’ shirts. He greeted Lorenzo like usual, the two exchanging playful jabs.

Lorenzo, sensing the shift in the air, made his excuses. “I’m gonna go crash for a bit. You two… do whatever you’re doing.”

Once Lorenzo left, Mark turned to Charles. “Hey, I should head out. Gotta handle some stuff.”

Charles’ face fell just a fraction. “Yeah… see you later?”

Mark snorted. “Don’t act sad, idiot. I’m coming back in like three hours.”

Charles smiled. “Alright.”

He expected Mark to just leave like he usually did, tossing a wave over his shoulder and vanishing. But this time — Mark kissed him. A quick, soft thing that still made Charles’ stomach flip.

And then he left.

Charles stood there, dazed and grinning like an idiot, turning around only to find Lorenzo leaning against the wall, phone in hand, grinning.

“Caught in 4K… literally.”

“DELETE THAT!” Charles yelled, chasing after him again.

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The Confession 2 : The Rainbow After the Storm

Chapter 18 : Part 2

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 3 )

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Song - Apocalypse By Cigarettes After Sex

The air outside was thick, heavy with the weight of a storm that had been threatening to break all night. The sky hung dark and low, a rumble of thunder rolling over the horizon like a warning. Mark pushed through the club doors, not even glancing back, the distant throb of music fading behind him as he stepped into the humid Monaco night.

The streets glistened with the first hints of rainfall, the pavement catching scattered drops as the storm began to descend. Mark’s chest heaved, his pulse racing, his thoughts a furious, tangled knot. His hair stuck to his forehead, the alcohol from earlier making everything feel hotter, heavier, messier.

And then he heard it — the quick footsteps behind him, the door slamming open.

“Mark! Wait!”

Mark clenched his jaw, not stopping.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Mark shouted over his shoulder, spinning to face Charles just as a crack of thunder split the sky. The rain began to fall properly now, fat, cold drops soaking through their clothes in seconds, but neither of them cared.

“Why are you following me now?”

Charles looked almost desperate, his face drenched, his breath ragged. “I—I just… I need to talk to you.”

Mark let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Talk? Now? After months of this bullshit? After shutting me out, pushing me away, and acting like a goddamn jealous asshole the moment someone else breathes near me, now you wanna talk?”

Charles stepped closer, rain plastering his hair to his forehead, his eyes stormy in a way Mark had only seen once before — the night they’d first kissed.

“I wasn’t— I wasn’t trying to hurt you,” Charles said hoarsely.

“Then what the fuck are you doing, Charles?” Mark’s voice cracked, the frustration and heartache finally catching up to him. “You’re scared. Admit it.”

Thunder rumbled overhead again.

“Admit what?” Charles demanded, though his voice wasn’t angry now — it was soft, almost broken.

Mark’s throat tightened, his heart pounding so hard it physically hurt. The words tumbled out before he could stop them. “This. Whatever the fuck this is between us. You and me. Us. This thing that’s been going on for months — years, maybe. Don’t you dare stand there and tell me I’m the only idiot dumb enough to feel it.”

The rain poured harder now, running down their faces, their clothes clinging to them like a second skin. Neither noticed the tears mixing with raindrops, neither cared.

Charles didn’t speak. Couldn’t.

And the longer the silence stretched, the more Mark felt his chest ache.

“I’m so fucking done wasting time like this,” Mark whispered, the words trembling. “Done waiting for you to figure your shit out.”

He started to turn away, taking a step back into the rain.

“I’m scared,” Charles said quietly, barely audible over the downpour.

Mark froze.

Charles swallowed hard, his hands clenched at his sides. “I’m scared. Because this… you… you make me feel like I’m not in control. Like everything I thought I knew just… falls apart. And it terrifies me.”

Mark turned back, his eyes shining, his chest rising and falling in sharp, shallow breaths. “Was that it? That’s all you wanted to say?”

“I— I—” Charles stuttered, fighting the words, his throat closing up.

His heart was in his mouth. Every memory, every laugh, every quiet night drive, every look across a room, every half-drunken kiss in hotel hallways, every stupid little inside joke — it all crashed over him in a wave.

And then — clarity.

Charles closed his eyes, saw Mark’s smile in his mind, heard his laugh, remembered the warmth of his hands, the sparkle in his eyes.

“I fucking love you,” Charles blurted, voice cracking.

The rain seemed to pause for a second.

Mark stopped dead. “Wha—what?”

Charles opened his eyes and took a step forward, rainwater running down his face like tears. “I. LOVE. YOU.”

He laughed, a shaky, relieved sound. “I love every single part of you. The irritating, reckless, smart, kind, funny, adventurous, charming, charismatic, infuriating, affectionate, confident pain-in-the-ass that you are. The perfect idiot that somehow made me fall in love with him when I wasn’t even looking.”

Mark’s breath hitched, a choked sound escaping him. “You asshole,” he said, tears breaking through as the rain masked them. “That took you years. I fucking love you too.”

Charles let out a breathless laugh, his own eyes glassy. “You love annoying me.”

“And I can’t stop,” Mark whispered, stepping in until there wasn’t an inch left between them. “You’re handsome, beautiful, smart, so fucking stupid sometimes, but I can’t stop loving you.”

Charles cupped Mark’s face, their foreheads nearly touching. The storm roared around them but the world felt impossibly still.

“Can I?” Charles asked softly.

Mark grinned through the rain. “You idiot, this isn’t the first time we’re kissing.”

“I know,” Charles murmured. “But this feels—”

“Different,” Mark finished.

And then they were kissing.

Not careful, not tentative, but full. Desperate and soft and electric and home. The kind of kiss that came with years of tension, months of denial, and a lifetime of feelings crashing down all at once.

They melted into it, into each other, the storm around them like applause. The weight they’d both carried for so long finally breaking apart.

When they finally pulled back, they rested their foreheads together, both out of breath, both smiling like idiots.

“Finally,” they whispered in unison, their hearts finally in the same place.

And somewhere in the distance, the storm began to ease.

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A/N : BIG thanks to @thatguymax for helping me out with the chapter) Also sorry for the late post cuz...Writer's block 🫠

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The Confession : The Calm Before the Storm

Chapter 18 : Part 1

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 3 )

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Song :- "Siren Sounds by Tate McRae"

The club was exactly how Mark remembered it — dim lighting, velvet walls, pulsing bass, and a scent of expensive cologne mixed with alcohol in the air. It was poetic in a way, being back here, in the place where it all began. The first time he met Charles. The first time they'd locked eyes across the room, both far too drunk to be polite about it. And now, months later, so much had changed… and yet nothing at all.

Outside, the weather mirrored the tension inside. Clouds hung heavy in the sky, lightning occasionally splitting through the thick night, the promise of rain looming. The air felt charged, electric, as though nature itself was bracing for something to snap.

Mark leaned against the bar, a glass of whiskey in hand, talking to some guy whose name he hadn’t even bothered to ask. The guy was tall, attractive in a typical sort of way, dressed like he knew he was hot shit. And he was obviously interested — leaning in close, laughing a little too loudly at Mark’s comments, eyes lingering in places they shouldn’t.

Mark let it happen.

He smiled. He flirted. He laughed, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, collarbone on display. But even as he entertained the stranger’s attention, his eyes kept flickering to the other side of the room, to where Charles was standing by a table with a few other drivers.

And Charles was watching.

God, he was watching. Jaw tight, fingers clenched around a glass of something dark, his gaze locked onto Mark like he was daring him to push the line just a little further. The muscle in his cheek twitched every time the guy touched Mark’s arm or leaned in to whisper something.

It had been like this all night.

Tension hanging between them like storm clouds.

And then — Charles snapped.

He set his drink down, ignoring the voices around him, weaving through the crowd like a storm on legs. In a second, he was standing right beside Mark, his hand slipping possessively around Mark’s waist in a way that was far from casual.

“Hey, babe,” Charles said smoothly, voice dripping with venomous charm, eyes locked on the stranger like a predator. “Who’s this?”

Mark stiffened. The guy blinked, clearly sensing the sudden shift in atmosphere. “Uh… we were just talking.”

“I bet you were,” Charles replied, his grin sharp, fingers tightening on Mark’s side.

Mark’s eyes narrowed. “Charles, what the hell are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” Charles fired back, not loosening his grip.

The stranger awkwardly took a step back. “I’m gonna… go.”

Mark yanked away from Charles, his expression dark. “No. You’re staying. We’re gonna talk.”

Without waiting for a response, he grabbed Charles by the wrist and dragged him through the crowd, out of the main room and down a narrow hallway toward a quieter lounge at the back of the club. The music dulled but the storm outside was louder now, a distant rumble of thunder shaking the glass windows.

“Okay, what the fuck was that?” Mark snapped, rounding on him.

Charles’ eyes flashed. “What do you mean? I was protecting you.”

“Protecting me? From what, exactly? From having a conversation?” Mark threw his hands up, his voice sharp, trembling on the edge of something deeper.

Charles took a step closer, his anger just as loud. “From assholes who don’t give a shit about you. From getting hurt. From people using you.”

“Oh, so now you care?” Mark shot back. “You ignore me half the time, you shut me out, you pick fights with me for no goddamn reason — and then the moment someone looks at me, you turn into this possessive, jealous asshole.”

Charles’ jaw clenched. “The world doesn’t revolve around you, Mark.”

“Then what is this? What are we doing?” Mark gestured between them, his throat tight. “Because you can’t keep playing this hot-and-cold bullshit and acting like I’m yours when it’s convenient.”

Silence. A low rumble of thunder echoed through the room.

Mark scoffed when Charles didn’t answer. “Right. That’s what I thought.”

He turned on his heel, storming toward the exit.

“Mark, wait—”

“No,” Mark snapped over his shoulder, his voice cracking on the word. “I’m done.”

And then he was gone — leaving Charles standing alone, the storm outside finally breaking as rain hammered against the windows, drowning out the music and the voices in the distance.

Charles closed his eyes, dragging a shaky hand through his hair.

He had to fix this.

And he was already too late.

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Confessions Pending 2 : The Talk

Chapter 17 : Part 2

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 3 )

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[After the Break]

The lights dimmed slightly before flaring back to life. Jimmy had shifted to the edge of his desk, hands clasped together like a man preparing to stir a pot he had no intention of cleaning up afterward.

“Okay, welcome back, everybody! Now, it’s time for The Fast Five!” He turned theatrically toward the camera, lowering his voice. “For those of you living under a rock, this is the part where I ask a question, and our lovely guests have to say the first thing that pops into their heads. No thinking. No second-guessing. Just beautiful, reckless chaos.”

Mark cracked his knuckles, grinning as if he was gearing up for battle.

“Alright, bet. I’m ready for this.”

Charles chuckled beside him, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

“This is gonna be dangerous.”

Jimmy snatched a card off his desk, waving it at the audience.

“First question: Fastest driver on the grid right now?”

Without hesitation:

Mark: “Max.” Charles: “Max — but we…” His gaze flickered sideways, lingering on Mark for a moment longer than necessary. “…are catching up too.”

The audience screamed, some clapping wildly, others whistling. The moment hung in the air like the afterglow of a firework. Jimmy didn’t miss a beat.

Jimmy: “Ohhh, he did the look thing. I saw that. Everyone saw that.”

Mark barked a laugh, leaning back in his chair while Charles coughed into his fist, the faintest flush on his cheeks.

Jimmy grinned devilishly, moving to the next card.

“If you could have any job in the world besides racing, what would it be?”

Charles leaned forward, answering without missing a beat. “Architect.”

Mark snorted, folding his arms behind his head. “Pfft, any job would suit me.”

Charles rolled his eyes but smiled. “He’s not even lying.”

The audience roared again, and Jimmy pointed at them both. “Okay, okay, damn, you guys are fast at this.”

Next card.

“Lucky number?”

Charles lifted his mic. “16.”

Mark shot his hand up with a grin. “7.”

Jimmy raised an eyebrow. “7, huh? Interesting.”

Mark shrugged. “Lucky for some.” He threw a pointed glance at Charles, who caught it, his smile softening into something warmer.

“One word to describe yourself.”

Charles’ voice was steady, sure. “Driven.”

Mark smirked. “Perfect.” A beat. He cracked a grin. “Just kidding. Confident, I guess.”

Laughter rippled through the studio like waves.

“Any pets?”

Charles grinned. “Leo.”

The audience aww’d in recognition.

Mark leaned into the mic, grinning impishly. “Well… yeah, I guess.”

Charles shot him a teasing look. “He has a plant he’s emotionally attached to.”

The room cracked up.

Mark placed a hand to his chest, feigning offense. “And his name is Steve.”

The audience lost it entirely, people wiping away tears of laughter.

Jimmy gave a wicked grin as he raised the next card. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

Without thinking, both answered in perfect, unplanned unison: “Yes.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

Mark’s brows furrowed slightly as he turned toward Charles. Charles, as if pulled by invisible strings, looked at him too. Their eyes locked for a long, loaded beat — something ancient and tender crackling between them, only broken by the audience’s collective gasp.

Jimmy fanned himself dramatically.

“Wow. It’s getting hot in here. Y’all feel that or is it just me?”

The crowd hooted.

Jimmy, flustered but loving every second of it, cleared his throat and moved on.

“Okay — favorite F1 teammate ever?”

They glanced at each other.

A pause.

They smiled.

Charles smirked. “Carlos Sainz.”

Mark, with a theatrical grin: “Max Verstappen.”

The audience burst into hysterical laughter.

Jimmy raised both brows. “That’s the most obvious lie I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Charles shook his head, grinning.

The Stood-Up Conversation

Jimmy’s mischievous grin returned.

“Alright — have either of you ever been stood up on a date?”

Charles shrugged, his trademark grin appearing. “Never.”

“Guessed so.”

Jimmy pointed knowingly at Mark. “Bet it’s a no for you too.”

Mark tilted his head, lips curling into a grin — but it didn’t quite reach his eyes this time.

Charles laughed. “See? Told you.”

But Mark didn’t laugh back this time. He leaned back in his chair, his smile a little crooked, a little sad.

“Actually…” he began, voice softer. “I lost count a long time ago. But maybe like… seven or eight times?”

The room fell silent.

A gasp rolled through the crowd like a wave. Even Jimmy, usually unshakable, blinked in shock.

“Who the hell is out here standing up Mark Spencer?!” Jimmy demanded, throwing his arms up.

Mark’s smile wavered, but he covered it with a shrug.

“I dunno. Maybe people don’t like going out with me or something. It’s alright… not like everyone I like should like me back, you know?”

His gaze flickered, almost involuntarily, toward Charles.

Just for a heartbeat. A flicker. But enough.

And Charles felt it — like a shot of adrenaline to the chest. His stomach flipped so violently it was a wonder he didn’t physically react.

Jimmy clutched his chest. “Bro… why would you say something so sad but so hot?”

The audience aww’d, a collective ache filling the room. "So...uh yeah I gave up on dating..."

Jimmy leaned forward.

“So… does that mean you have someone special in your life right now?”

Mark smiled, but it was small. Quiet.

“No. I’m by myself.”

Another collective sigh. Charles forced a grin, but his stomach twisted.

[Show Ends]

Jimmy laughed as he stood.

Closing the Show

As the interview wrapped up, Jimmy grinned. “Honestly, you two are hilarious together. Thanks for coming on. The new F1 season’s heating up, you guys are killing it, and the internet is losing its mind. Love it.”

Mark grinned, “Thanks for having us, man. Always a good time.”

They stood up as the band played them off, waving to the cheering audience.

As they walked offstage, Charles nudged Mark. “So… you kissed a stranger in Monaco, huh?”

Mark grinned at him. “Jealous?”

Charles rolled his eyes, smiling. “Maybe.”

Mark’s brows lifted. “You could always make it up to me.”

Charles smirked, stepping a little closer, lowering his voice. “Back at the hotel?”

Mark laughed, shaking his head. “You’re terrible.”

And with that, they disappeared backstage — leaving the internet to melt down over every stolen glance, playful touch, and unspoken word.

[On the Plane to Monaco]

Charles sat with his phone practically glued to his face, scrolling through a barrage of Twitter and Instagram posts.

“#CHARK” “#CHARMARK” “THE LOOK” “7-8 TIMES??” “Someone give Mark a hug.”

His thumb scrolled relentlessly.

“Charles looking at Mark like he hung the damn moon.” “Mark, baby, WHO is standing you up??” “Not them saying ‘love at first sight’ in sync 😭.”

Charles exhaled a long, tight breath, locking his phone and staring blankly out the window. The clouds rolled past.

Why would Mark give up on dating?

Did he mean it?

And if so… did it mean he didn’t feel anything for Charles? Or worse — was there someone else?

The thought of Mark choosing someone else made his stomach turn.

[At Charles’ Monaco Apartment]

The door swung open.

Lorenzo stood in the doorway, arms crossed like a man who had seen something he absolutely should not have.

Arthur lounged on the couch, casually scrolling through his phone.

Lorenzo raised a brow. “You kissed Mark and didn’t even tell me?”

Charles blinked, thrown off. “How—”

Arthur looked up. “I might’ve walked in on them mid-makeout.”

Charles groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “And you told Lorenzo?”

Arthur shrugged unapologetically. “Of course I told Lorenzo. I tell Lorenzo everything.”

Charles collapsed onto the couch like a man defeated. Arthur leaned forward.

“You okay?”

Charles chewed his bottom lip. “He… he said he gave up on dating.”

Arthur frowned. “So?”

Charles sighed. “So what if that means he doesn’t like me? What if it’s someone else?”

Lorenzo rolled his eyes.

“Charles. He kisses you back.”

Arthur grinned. “Plenty of times.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Charles,” Lorenzo cut him off. “Everyone would kill to have a guy like Mark.”

Arthur nodded. “Literally. People would sell a kidney to have Mark Spencer look at them twice.”

Charles let out a quiet laugh, but before anyone could stop him, the words poured out.

“He’s perfect. He has the perfect smile, the best laugh. He’s handsome, beautiful, kind, smart, charming, funny, confident. He’s… everything.”

Lorenzo and Arthur exchanged grins.

“OKAY OKAY WE GET IT,” they chorused.

Arthur raised a brow. “You love your man.”

Charles flushed, scratching the back of his neck. “Maybe I do.”

Lorenzo clapped a hand on his shoulder.

“Then tell him. Before it’s too late.”

Arthur grinned. “Yeah. What if someone else confesses to him first?”

The idea darkened Charles’ mood instantly.

He thought for a long minute — then stood.

“You know what… you guys are right. I should. I will.”

Arthur pumped a fist. “You’re welcome.”

Lorenzo grinned. “That’s my boy.”

Charles laughed, feeling lighter than he had in weeks.

“Thanks, you idiots.”

The three brothers grinned at each other — all knowing that Monaco was about to get a whole lot more interesting.

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Confessions Pending 1 : The Late Night Show

Chapter 17 : Part 1

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 3 )

racing hearts

The bright lights of The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon studio beamed down on the stage, the iconic skyline backdrop shimmering as the live band played an upbeat tune. The audience was already loud, the energy buzzing through the air like static before a storm.

And the storm, of course, was Mark Spencer.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Jimmy grinned into the camera, “I’m so excited because joining us tonight — two of the hottest names in Formula 1 right now , The Fastest and Finest men of Ferrari — please welcome Mark Spencer and Charles Leclerc!”

The crowd erupted. It wasn’t just cheering — it was full-on, feral screaming. Signs with “MARK MARRY ME”, “CHARLOU FOREVER”, and “CHARK IS REAL” waved wildly in the audience. A group of fans even had cardboard cutouts of both drivers’ faces on sticks.

Mark strutted out first, dressed in a sleek black button-up left scandalously unbuttoned just enough to hint at his chiseled chest, paired with tailored black trousers and rings glittering on his fingers. His hair was effortlessly tousled, and the moment he stepped on stage, the audience’s volume doubled.

He grinned and blew a kiss.

Right behind him, Charles walked out, wearing a dark green suit that brought out the sharp green flecks in his hazel eyes, a simple black shirt beneath it. His smile was a little bashful, but there was a lightness to his step — a spark in his eyes that hadn’t been there for weeks.

Jimmy gave them each a big hug as they settled onto the couch.

“Okay,” Jimmy started, gesturing to the audience, “what the hell? You guys brought the entire internet fandom here tonight!”

Mark smirked, leaning into his mic. “What can I say? I make people feral.”

The crowd screamed again, and Charles laughed, shaking his head.

“Dude, it’s insane,” Jimmy grinned, pointing at a sign. “That one says 'Mark, please crush me with your thighs.’”

Mark snorted. “Honestly, fair.”

Charles rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide his grin.

The Chemistry and the Stolen Glances

Jimmy dove into the conversation, asking them about the season so far, how it felt to be teammates, and the infamous rivalry-turned-whatever-the-hell-it-was-now between them.

As Mark animatedly told a story about nearly knocking over a trophy at a post-race celebration, Charles found himself watching him more than listening. The way Mark’s hands moved as he spoke, the slight rasp in his voice when he laughed, the effortless charm in every damn word.

He wasn’t subtle about it either. Every time Mark laughed or leaned toward Jimmy, Charles’ eyes flicked to him, a fond little smile tugging at his lips.

The audience noticed too.

Twitter was already imploding.

The Clip From the Past

“Okay, okay,” Jimmy grinned. “So, your relationship has… evolved. Like, everyone noticed. Social media’s going nuts. There are entire TikTok pages dedicated to your beef, bromance, whatever this is now.”

Mark grinned. “Ah yes, the circus.”

Jimmy laughed. “But — I dug something up. Our producers found this clip from about a year ago when you, Mark, did an interview and someone asked you to describe your relationship with Charles. Can we play that?”

The screen lit up behind them.

Clip: A reporter holds out a mic to Mark, who’s wearing sunglasses and looking like he hasn’t slept in days.

Reporter: “Mark, if you could describe your relationship with Charles Leclerc in one sentence, what would it be?”

Mark smirked in the video. “A house.”

The reporter beamed. “Awww—”

Mark cut him off, deadpan. “On fire. Lots of screaming, structural damage, someone is probably gonna die.”

The audience roared with laughter.

Back in the studio, Mark groaned and covered his face with a hand, grinning.

“Man, I used to be so savage,” he chuckled.

Charles was doubled over laughing, wiping a tear from his eye.

Jimmy was wheezing. “I want that on a T-shirt.”

The Acting Career Talk

“Now, Mark,” Jimmy said once the laughter died down, “I gotta talk about this — you’ve done some pretty incredible short films and indie projects before you jumped into F1. Most of them, honestly, were beautiful ML—uh, male-love-male films.”

The audience cheered at that.

Jimmy continued, “Dude, you’re a damn good actor.”

Mark smiled, scratching the back of his neck. “Thanks, man. Yeah, I kinda grew up around the arts. Did a few short films, one where I played this angsty musician who fell in love with his best friend. I actually won a little indie award for that one.”

Charles nudged him with his shoulder. “He was incredible in it. I cried.”

Mark’s eyebrows shot up. “Wait, you actually watched that?”

Charles shrugged, smirking. “Maybe.”

The audience aww’d, and Jimmy grinned. “This is better than reality TV.”

The First Kiss Conversation

Jimmy leaned forward. “Alright, let’s get a little personal. Mark — first kiss story. Gimme the tea.”

Mark chuckled, crossing his legs. “Ah man, my actual first kiss was at, like… nineteen? Yeah, nineteen. It was in a club in Monaco. Super random. Some guy came up to me, asked if I was into dudes, and before I could finish my drink, it happened.”

The audience whooped.

Jimmy laughed. “Did you at least get his name?”

“Not a chance,” Mark grinned. “I was drunk, and he disappeared into the crowd like some kind of lip-locking phantom.”

Charles laughed, shaking his head.

Jimmy turned to Charles. “And you?”

Charles smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Pass.”

The audience booed playfully, and Jimmy groaned. “C’mon, man!”

Charles just smirked. “Some secrets are better left untold.”

Mark leaned over with a grin. “It’s fine, I’ll get it out of him later.”

The audience lost it.

More Chaotic Moments

They played a game where Mark and Charles had to guess random items blindfolded, leading to Charles shrieking when he touched a fake spider and Mark threatening to throw a lemon at Jimmy for scaring them.

They also read out thirsty fan tweets.

Jimmy: “Alright, Mark — ‘@spencershusband96 says I want Mark to suplex me through a table and then make out with me while the table’s on fire.’”

Mark burst out laughing. “Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t.”

Charles was cackling.

Jimmy: “Charles, yours says I just know Charles gives good forehead kisses.”

The crowd aww’d.

Charles smirked and winked. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” ______________________________________________________________

Jimmy grinned into the camera, eyes gleaming with a spark of mischief only late-night talk show hosts possessed.

“Alright — we’ll be right back after a short break! And when we return, we’re putting these two through The Fast Five! Don’t go anywhere!”

The crowd erupted, cheers blending with the band’s playful outro tune as the screen faded to commercial. ______________________________________________________________

DIviders by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more & @omi-resources

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Under the surface

Chapter X

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME ? )

racing hearts

Songs used :- Heather - Conan Gray (Mark) From the Start - Laufey , Goodkid (Charles)

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The party was in full swing. It had all the typical signs of a post-race celebration: flashing lights, laughter, champagne glasses clinking in the air, and a mixture of fans, drivers, and celebrities. The heavy bass of the music pulsed through the air, but none of it could quiet the swirling thoughts inside Mark's head.

He stood near the bar, nursing a half-empty glass, trying to calm the unease that had settled in his chest. It wasn’t the party itself—it was everything else. The way Charles was acting. The way he seemed to gravitate toward Alexandra, laughing together in that familiar, effortless way. It was as if no one else existed in that moment, and Mark… Mark was the one left on the outside looking in.

Charles and Alexandra were standing in a small group of people, chatting animatedly, their chemistry undeniable. The way Charles’ eyes softened when Alexandra spoke. The way her laugh made him smile in a way that was far more than friendly. Mark couldn’t tear his gaze away, his stomach tightening in discomfort.

"Stupid," Mark muttered to himself, barely audible over the loud chatter around him. "You’re being stupid."

Every part of him screamed that he had no right to feel this way, but that didn’t stop the jealousy from eating at him. What made Alexandra so special? What did she have that Mark didn’t?

He turned his gaze away and took a deep breath, willing the knot in his stomach to loosen. But the image of Charles and Alexandra together lingered, clawing at him. And deep down, he couldn’t help but wish that he had that same bond with Charles. That something more, that unspoken connection.

Across the room, Charles Leclerc was struggling with his own thoughts. He had been trying to focus on the conversation with Alexandra, but every time he looked up, his eyes seemed to be pulled toward Mark, who was standing off to the side, looking as though he was trying his best not to pay attention to what was happening around him.

Charles couldn’t stop himself. The way Mark carried himself, the way he smiled like he knew something no one else did, it made something in Charles stir. There was an electricity in the air every time Mark was near—an energy that was hard to ignore.

Why does it have to be like this? Charles thought. Why can’t I just admit it?

It was maddening. He found himself looking at Mark, wanting something that he couldn’t put into words. He wanted to be the one who made Mark smile like that, the one who made him laugh, the one who had his attention.

Why can’t you just tell me? Charles couldn’t shake the thought.

But even though he longed for Mark to step forward, to say what they both had been dancing around for so long, he couldn't bring himself to do the same. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was pride. Whatever it was, he was stuck in a cycle of wanting what he couldn’t have.

Listening to you harp on 'bout some new soulmate, "She's so perfect, " blah, blah, blah, Oh, how I wish you'll wake up one day, Run to me, confess your love, at least just let me say, That when I talk to you, oh, Cupid walks right through And shoots an arrow through my heart.

Charles leaned back slightly, the crowd spinning around him as he sank into his thoughts, the frustration building inside. He couldn’t keep denying it. He wanted Mark. But he couldn’t have him—not if Mark didn’t feel the same way. That was the unspoken truth, the one neither of them could confront.

Mark, still nursing his drink, couldn’t help but glance back at Charles and Alexandra, his heart clenching again.

It wasn’t just the obvious connection between them that made him feel small. It was the feeling that, no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t compete with someone like her. He didn’t even know what he would bring to the table. He wasn’t as pretty, as charming, as confident. He wasn’t the one Charles would look at and smile that way. He wasn’t the one who would laugh with Charles like they had some shared secret.

Only if you knew how much I liked you, But I watch your eyes as she walks by. What a sight for sore eyes, brighter than the blue sky. She's got you mesmerized while I die.

Mark bit his lip, feeling the bitter taste of envy flood his mouth.

Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty.

It wasn’t just the jealousy. It was the helplessness. The realization that there was no place for him in Charles’ world. That he could never be the one to make Charles’ eyes light up in that special way.

You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester, But you like her better. Wish I were Heather.

It hurt more than Mark cared to admit. He couldn’t stop the thoughts from running wild in his head, couldn’t stop the ache in his chest. He longed for a closeness with Charles—something that went beyond teammates or casual friends. Something more. But that wasn’t for him. It never would be.

The evening stretched on, the music growing louder, the drinks flowing more freely, but Mark’s mind felt like it was trapped in a haze of jealousy and longing. He tried to shake it off, but it was impossible. Every time he glanced at Charles and Alexandra, the feeling only deepened.

And then, as if by fate, he found himself looking across the room directly at Charles. His heart skipped a beat, and suddenly, everything seemed to quiet down. The noise, the people, the music—all of it faded into the background. It was just the two of them, locked in a moment of silent recognition.

Mark’s breath caught in his throat. He had to look away, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. Charles was staring at him with an unreadable expression, his eyes flickering with something that made Mark’s pulse race.

"Hey," Mark managed to say, his voice unexpectedly shaky.

"Hey," Charles replied softly, his eyes still locked on Mark’s. There was something there—something that wasn’t quite friendly, but not quite anything else either.

The air between them seemed charged, heavy with unspoken words. Neither of them moved, the silence stretching on.

Finally, Mark broke the tension, forcing a nervous laugh. "You enjoying the party?"

Charles tilted his head, a half-smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, but it’d be better if—" He stopped himself, the words hanging in the air.

The tension between them thickened, and before either could say more, there was an overwhelming urge in both of them. It was instinctive, but neither could pull away. In that brief, fragile moment, the world seemed to stop, and the quiet pull between them became undeniable.

Without thinking, Mark closed the space between them, his lips brushing against Mark’s in a kiss that was far from expected.

Charles froze for a second, his breath catching in his throat, but then he found himself leaning into it, his heart racing, his mind spinning. The kiss was soft but full of that strange electricity that only seemed to exist between them. It was a kiss neither of them fully understood, but both knew it meant something they weren’t ready to admit.

When they finally broke apart, they both stood there, breathing heavily, unable to find the right words.

"Well," Charles said, clearing his throat. "That was… unexpected."

Mark chuckled softly, though there was a strange glint in his eyes. "Yeah," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I guess so."

Neither of them knew what came next. Neither of them could put it into words. But they both felt it, a new kind of tension hanging between them. Neither of them had confessed anything—not yet. But somehow, they both knew that things were about to change.

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Instagram Throwbacks (Bonus)

Chapter 16 : Part ?

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 3 )

racing hearts

(pay attention to the time period mentioned)

A/N : This is Mark's 3rd -> 4th season In Ferrari

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My Pinterest Knows Me. 😍😭😏

Yes Pinterest I'm Interested....

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ALSO AN ANNOUNCEMENT

QNA

📍ask me anything about the characters, drama, future chaos, or even dumb behind-the-scenes thoughts I had while writing 👀

💌 drop your questions in replies / DMs etc I’ll try not to give spoilers (but no promises hehe)

go wild 😭✍️

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Instagram Throwbacks 6

Chapter 16 : Part 6

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 3 )

racing hearts

### Charles' Instagram Stories (@charles_leclerc)

🎥 Clip 1 [Scene: Charles recording Mark asleep on a hotel couch with his mouth open. "Baby Elephant Walk" plays in the background.]

Text on Screen: "The hardest worker in the room. Truly unstoppable. 🦁" Tag: @markspencer

Reaction Comments:

"Charles being a menace is my favorite Charles."

"Mark would absolutely record him back but worse 😭"

"FUTURE HUSBANDS ENERGY??"

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🎥 Clip 2 [Scene: Charles filming their Christmas dinner. Mark is helping Charles' mom set the table. Mark is humming "Jingle Bells" off-key.]

Text on Screen: "Not him taking over my family dinner like it’s his own house." Tag: @markspencer

Reaction Comments:

"SO YOU'RE TELLING ME HE'S PART OF THE FAMILY NOW?"

"Mark humming off-key is so on-brand it hurts."

"Y'all better get married for real."

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🎥 Clip 3 [Scene: Charles POV at a restaurant. Mark is across the table, holding his menu like a shield and peeking over it with one raised eyebrow.]

Text on Screen: "He thinks I’m paying. He’s wrong." Tag: @markspencer

Reaction Comments:

"I can feel Mark’s silent 'please' through the screen."

"Not Charles being a menace to his own bestie."

"Charles, you have millions, pay for him 😭"

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🎥 Clip 4 [Scene: Charles shows his watch. The time is 7:45 AM.]

Text on Screen: "Training starts at 8. Guess who’s still in bed." Tag: @markspencer

[Cut to a shot of Mark, face smashed into his pillow, fully asleep.] Text on Screen: "I’ll leave him here. Natural selection."

Reaction Comments:

"LEAVE HIM WHERE?? BE A MAN CHARLES."

"Let him sleep 😭 he works hard."

"Charles is running a sleep deprivation experiment at this point."

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🎥 Clip 5 [Scene: Charles on a bike, POV video of the road ahead. Suddenly, Mark appears sprinting next to him in the frame, yelling, "I’m FASTER THAN YOU." Charles just pans the camera to him without a word.]

Text on Screen: "He’s literally running on pride alone." Tag: @markspencer

Reaction Comments:

"Mark out here doing cardio to prove a point."

"I KNOW Charles cackled when he saw this."

"This is marriage behavior, I don’t care."

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🎥 Clip 6 [Scene: A close-up of a Post-it note Charles found on his helmet. It says, "I’m still prettier than you❤️ - M" in Mark's handwriting.]

Text on Screen: "He’s insufferable." Tag: @markspencer

Reaction Comments:

"HE LEFT LOVE NOTES STOPPPPPP."

"This is the energy of a married couple."

"If my bf doesn’t do this, I don’t want him."

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Instagram Throwbacks 5

Chapter 16 : Part 5

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 3 )

racing hearts

### Mark's Instagram Stories (@mark_spencer)

🎥 Clip 1 [Scene: Mark in a dimly lit hotel room, lying face down on the bed, fully dressed, with the text "I'm DONE" written over it. Background music: Some sad hamster violin meme.] Text on Screen: "Charles just suggested we 'go for a quick run' after practice… Sir, I am deceased. 🥺🪦" Tag: @charles_leclerc

Reaction Comments:

"Not Charles treating you like a triathlete 💀"

"Mark, blink twice if you need help."

"He’s literally a Ferrari driver and still shocked by cardio, I love this man."

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🎥 Clip 2 [Scene: Mark sneakily recording Charles from behind as Charles looks over strategy notes at the table, headphones on. Mark zooms in slowly with the dramatic sound effect: "DUN DUN DUUUUUN".] Text on Screen: "Look at him. Scheming. He’s planning something. Look at those villain eyebrows. Pure evil in a Ferrari polo." Tag: @charles_leclerc

Reaction Comments:

"Mark you’re going to get fired and we’re going to laugh."

"LMAOOO NOT THE 'VILLAIN BROWS' 😭"

"He’s literally reading strategy notes bro chill 😭"

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🎥 Clip 3 [Scene: Mark in a Ferrari gym, wearing a "Kiss the Cook" apron (for no reason), holding up two dumbbells while dramatically groaning like he’s lifting 500 kg. He stops, throws them on the ground (they’re 5 kg each), and says, "I’m literally unstoppable." Zoom in on his face.] Text on Screen: "I am an athlete. Fear me." Tag: @charles_leclerc

Reaction Comments:

"The AUDACITY to call 5kg 'unstoppable' is sending me."

"This is why he’s my favorite driver 😭"

"Mark, the way Charles is going to drag you for this."

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🎥 Clip 4 [Scene: Mark at a Christmas party, wearing a reindeer headband, sipping wine and fake-crying. Charles is in the background holding a glass of wine, laughing uncontrollably.] Text on Screen: "He drank my last glass of wine. I am betrayed. This is my villain origin story." Tag: @charles_leclerc

Reaction Comments:

"NOOOO not Charles stealing the wine and laughing about it 😭"

"Their future wedding vows are gonna be about this moment."

"This is a betrayal worse than anything I’ve seen on Game of Thrones."

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🎥 Clip 5 [Scene: Mark wearing sunglasses indoors, leaning back in a chair at the Ferrari hospitality. He stares at the camera and slowly raises one eyebrow. No context.] Text on Screen: "When you’re prettier than your teammate but have to humble yourself daily." Tag: @charles_leclerc

Reaction Comments:

"He woke up and chose audacity."

"Mark please, Charles is going to see this 💀"

"I love the way Mark is just SO annoying 😭"

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🎥 Clip 6 [Scene: Mark sneakily records Charles in a hotel lobby. Charles is sitting on a couch, scrolling on his phone. Mark zooms in and adds the "Dramatic Chipmunk" sound effect as Charles looks up directly at the camera.] Text on Screen: "POV: I’m about to get yelled at for 'being annoying in public' 🫡" Tag: @charles_leclerc

Reaction Comments:

"I’m literally in tears, he KNEW you were recording."

"The way Charles is holding back a smile is so obvious."

"The fact that you even tagged him LMAO."

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🎥 Clip 7 [Scene: Mark and Charles side by side in the airport lounge. Mark is filming himself and Charles without warning.] Mark: "Say something for the fans." Charles (not looking up): "No." Mark: "He’s shy 🥺."

Reaction Comments:

"THE 'he's shy' had me in a chokehold."

"Mark recording him like a proud parent is my new aesthetic."

"I love them, your honor."

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A/N : No I am not dead! I had a lot of work this chapter isnt completed yet

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Instagram Throwbacks 4

Chapter 16 : Part 4

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 3 )

racing hearts

IG Stories (Charles’ POV) — Polished, Subtle, and Too Close for Comfort

📹 [Instagram Story: @charles_leclerc]

🎥 Clip 1: Charles in his car on the way to the airport. The camera is on his lap, showing his phone screen with Mark Spencer's latest Story playing. It's Mark singing Dancing Queen loudly. Charles sighs audibly. ✨ Text on screen: Please, someone take his phone away.

👀 Viewers’ Reactions:

“NO CAUSE THIS IS THE BEST RESPONSE.”

“He’s so tired but he loves it.”

“Charles Leclerc playing the role of exhausted husband.”

*“Charles' Instagram before Mark : Professional, No shit, Just here for business Charles' Instagram after Mark : More of Charles being Charles , PR nightmare. I love this new Charles Ngl” *

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📹 [Instagram Story: @charles_leclerc]

🎥 Clip 2: Charles filming a close-up of Mark's face while he's sleeping on the plane, mouth wide open, drooling. ✨ Text on screen: Jet lag hits everyone differently.

👀 Viewers’ Reactions:

“No bc WHY did Charles do him so dirty.”

“I would simply pass away if my friend posted this.”

“I love their relationship so much.”

“NO because how tf he still looks so handsome while being goofy??!!”

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📹 [Instagram Story: @charles_leclerc]

🎥 Clip 3: Charles quietly filming Mark trying to push a door that says "PULL." Charles zooms in on the PULL sign. ✨ Text on screen: Elite athlete. Can’t read.

👀 Viewers’ Reactions:

“I'M CRYING.”

“This is why they need to be monitored at all times.”

“Athleticism ≠ common sense confirmed.”

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📹 [Instagram Story: @charles_leclerc]

🎥 Clip 4: Charles zooms in on Mark during dinner. Mark is devouring pasta but most of it is around his lips.

✨ Text on screen: World champion diet, apparently.

👀 Viewers’ Reactions:

“I’m laughing so hard at how Charles just CLOWNS him.”

“Mark deserves to eat in peace.”

“The 'World Champion Diet' got me dead.”

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📹 [Instagram Story: @charles_leclerc]

🎥 Clip 5: A slow-motion video of Charles tossing a snowball directly at Mark’s back. It hits him perfectly. Mark turns around, clearly stunned. ��� Text on screen: Flawless execution.

👀 Viewers’ Reactions:

“He’s so proud of himself LMAO.”

“The precision?? Olympic level.”

“Mark’s about to start WW3, watch.”

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📹 [Instagram Story: @charles_leclerc]

🎥 Clip 6: Charles standing next to Mark in front of a mirror at the gym. Charles flexes his bicep. Mark immediately flexes next to him, grinning like a fool. ✨ Text on screen: Some competitions never end.

👀 Viewers’ Reactions:

“They’re so unserious, I love them.”

“Not Charles competing with THE Mark Spencer.”

“The duality of athletes.”

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📹 [Instagram Story: @charles_leclerc/@scuderia_ferrari]

🎥 Clip 7: Charles and Mark standing in front of a group of fans at a meet-and-greet. Mark is talking animatedly, hands flying around. Charles turns to the camera and says, "He hasn't stopped talking for 15 minutes." ✨ Text on screen: Send help.

👀 Viewers’ Reactions:

“They’re literally best friends/ bfs who won’t admit it.”

“Imagine being at this event and witnessing THIS.”

“This is friendship goals on steroids.”

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(Dividers by @cafekitsune)

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Charles and Mark Artwork

Racing hearts (mlm fanfic)

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Instagram Throwbacks 3

Chapter 16 : Part 3

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 3 )

racing hearts

IG Stories (Mark’s POV) — Unhinged, Chaotic, and Loud

📹 [Instagram Story: @mark_spencer] 🎥 Clip 1: Mark in a hotel room, wearing a fluffy white robe, hair wet, and looking at himself in the mirror. "Day 1 of convincing Charles to duet 'La La Land' with me. I will break him. This is not a threat, it's a promise."

✨ Text on screen: #MarkVsCharles #RyanGoslingWho?

👀 Viewers’ Reactions:

“NO CAUSE THIS IS ICONIC PLS LET THIS HAPPEN.”

“Ryan Gosling in shambles rn.”

“CHARLES, PICK UP THE MIC. STOP HIDING.”

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📹 [Instagram Story: @mark_spencer] 🎥 Clip 2: Mark sneakily filming Charles at the airport lounge. Charles is wearing noise-canceling headphones, deeply focused on his phone. Mark whispers, "I bet he's watching TikToks of Leo again. I KNOW IT."

✨ Text on screen: Exposing @charles_leclerc for the dog video lover he is.

👀 Viewers’ Reactions:

“CONFIRMED: CHARLES LECLERC IS A DOG DAD AT HEART.”

“He’s just like me fr.”

“Not him minding his business and STILL getting dragged.”

🫣 (In reality Charles was watching Mark's thirst traps and fan edits on repeat)

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📹 [Instagram Story: @mark_spencer]

🎥 Clip 3: Mark zooming in on Charles from across the hotel lobby. Charles is talking to someone, looking serious, arms crossed. Mark whispers, "He’s definitely ordering room service, acting like it’s world domination."

✨ Text on screen: Top 10 Villain Moments (20XX Edition)

👀 Viewers’ Reactions:

“WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY???”

“Charles just breathing = villain arc.”

“Mark is absolutely unhinged, we love to see it.”

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📹 [Instagram Story: @mark_spencer]

🎥 Clip 4: It’s nighttime at a hotel pool. Mark is in huge, bug-eye sunglasses, clearly tipsy, and he’s dramatically belting out Dancing Queen by ABBA. "Charles, DUET WITH ME OR WE’RE DONE AS FRIENDS. THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE."

✨ Text on screen: #SaveOurFriendship #CharlesSingCoward

👀 Viewers’ Reactions:

���I CAN'T BREATHE WHY IS THIS SO CHAOTIC.”

“Mark’s Instagram is a sitcom at this point.”

“Imagine being Charles and seeing this at 2 AM.”

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📹 [Instagram Story: @mark_spencer]

🎥 Clip 5: Mark holding a cup of hot chocolate, snow falling around him. He pans to Charles, who’s crouching down trying to build a snowman. "This man is a multi-millionaire and THIS is his snowman. Tragic."

✨ Text on screen: Building Snowmen: A Documentary

👀 Viewers’ Reactions:

“He did NOT have to violate Charles like this 😭.”

“That snowman is doing its best, leave him alone.”

“When are they getting married?”

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📹 [Instagram Story: @mark_spencer] 🎥 Clip 6: Mark holding his phone up like he’s on FaceTime. "Hey guys, big news… Charles just told me I’m his favorite human. It's confirmed. Print it." He pans to Charles, who is glaring at him. "Say it louder for the people in the back." ✨ Text on screen: You all heard it. This is legally binding.

👀 Viewers’ Reactions:

“SHUT UP THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER.”

“Charles, blink twice if you need help.”

“They’re in LOVE, your honor.”

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(dividers by @saradika-graphics)

(Gonna use this in the end from now on 😼) This is not the end of this chapter

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Instagram Throwbacks 2

Chapter 16 : Part 2

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 3 )

racing hearts

A/N : GOT A SURPRISE FOR YOU GUYS IN THE END!!!!

Charles' Instagram Posts

@charles_leclerc

📸 [Image description: Charles in his Ferrari race suit, helmet in hand, standing next to his car on the track. The sky behind him is a blend of soft oranges and purples as the sun sets.]

Caption: "Focus. Determination. We keep pushing. 🚀 #raceweek #Ferrari"

Comments:

@mark_spencer: "My Guy you forgot #sexy #bestdriverintheworld #Charles4president"

@f1_updates: "Captain Ferrari is ready to lead the charge! 🔥" @user483_02: "idk who’s prettier, him or the sunset." @mark_spencer: "sunset could never. also when are we playing chess?"

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@charles_leclerc

📸 [Image description: A carousel post. Slide 1: Charles holding his trophy with a big smile on the podium. Slide 2: Charles, soaked in champagne, eyes closed, laughing. Slide 3: Close-up of his race gloves on the wheel during the final lap.]

Caption: "Another one for the team. Proud to be part of this journey. 🍾 #Ferrari #MonacoGP"

Comments:

@f1_fandom: "A win for the legend himself 🔥"

@charles_leclercfans: "LOOK AT THAT SMILE 😭😭😭"

@marks_pencer: "You got champagne on me, I’m sending you my dry cleaning bill. 😒"

@daniel_ricciardo: "Winner’s tax, Mark. Pay up."

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@charles_leclerc

📸 [Image description: Charles at the Gladiator II premiere. He's wearing a classic black tuxedo, crisp white dress shirt, and a black bowtie. His gaze is intense, hands in his pockets, looking off to the side as the cameras flash around him.]

Caption: "An unforgettable night at the #GladiatorII premiere. Thank you for having me."

Comments:

@gladiator2_official: "Thank you for being part of it, Charles! 💥"

@mark_spencer: "Yeah yeah, looking all serious and mysterious while I do all the hard work being pretty."

@f1fans_forever: "Bro, Mark outshined you."

@user_39482: "I have no idea what this movie is about, but I'm watching it now."

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@charles_leclerc

📸 [Image description: Charles at the beach during the off-season. He’s wearing a plain white t-shirt and shorts, feet buried in the sand, gazing out at the sea with the sun low in the sky.]

Caption: "Quiet moments."

Comments:

@mark_spencer: "he’s meditating on how to beat me this season 🧘‍♂️"

@leclerc_updates: "boy if you don’t get back to the track and WIN"

@user39_302: "This is my screensaver for the next 6 months."

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@charles_leclerc

📸 [Image description: A black-and-white photo of Charles and Mark in the Ferrari garage. Charles is focused, eyes on his data screen, with Mark sitting next to him, wearing headphones, looking at Charles with an amused smile.]

Caption: "The calm before the storm. #Teamwork #Ferrari"

Comments:

@mark_spencer: "I was literally asking you if you wanted pizza in this moment."

@f1_updates: "This feels more 'romance movie poster' than 'garage strategy meeting,' just saying."

@user123_47: "I want a friendship like this 😭"

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@charles_leclerc 📸

[Image description: A series of Christmas photos. Slide 1: Charles holding a glass of wine, laughing with his brothers in front of the Christmas tree. Slide 2: Charles and his brothers doing a silly pose in front of the fireplace. Slide 3: Charles and Mark wearing Santa hats, both grinning like kids as they hold matching mugs of hot chocolate.]

Caption: "A Christmas to remember. Family, laughter, and a bit of chaos. 🎄❤️"

Comments:

@mark_spencer: "Never letting you pour wine again. That glass was 99% air, 1% wine."

@arthur_leclerc: "Mark literally ate 70% of the cookies we baked. He’s banned next year."

@charles_leclerc: "Good luck stopping him."

@user99_320: "Charles and Mark being domestic? I’m SCREAMING."

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@charles_leclerc

📸 [Image description: Charles at a press conference. He’s mid-laugh, head tilted back, as Mark sits next to him smirking.]

Caption: "Some answers are better left unsaid."

Comments:

@mark_spencer: "Ask him who started the UNO fight last night. I dare you."

@f1_updates: "Name a better duo than these two. I'll wait."

@user23_402: "I was here for racing but now I’m here for the sitcom that is Mark and Charles."

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@charles_leclerc

📸 [Image description: Charles' first official post with Mark after Mark was announced as his teammate. They’re both wearing Ferrari team polos, standing side by side on the track with serious expressions. Charles looks like he’s ready for war. Mark is doing finger guns at the camera.]

Caption: "The new era begins. Welcome, Mark. Let’s get to work. 🔥 #Ferrari #NewSeason"

Comments:

@mark_spencer: "I look hot, thanks for posting."

@danny_case: "Are you ready for the circus you just invited in?"

@f1_fans: "Mark's finger guns are the most on-brand thing ever."

@user73_829: "Charles is like 'We’re here to work' and Mark’s like 'We’re here to vibe.' ICONS."

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@charles_leclerc

📸 [Image description: Charles and Mark at the Barbie premiere. Charles is wearing a sleek navy-blue suit with a white undershirt, while Mark is in a hot pink suit with a white rose in his lapel. Both of them are posing together, arms draped around each other’s shoulders, grinning like they know something everyone else doesn’t.]

Caption: "Two guys walk into Barbie Land… the rest is history. #Barbie #PremiereNight"

Comments:

@mark_spencer: "We were the Ken-ergy the world needed."

@arthur_leclerc: "I still can’t believe you wore pink, bro."

@user48_293: "They won the Barbie premiere without even being in the movie."

@f1_fans: "This is what peak fashion looks like."

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@charles_leclerc

📸 [Image description: A thirst trap shot. Charles in his Ferrari gear, unzipped to his waist, sweat glistening on his skin, post-race exhaustion clear on his face as he leans against a wall, eyes shut.]

Caption: "Heat of the moment."

Comments:

@mark_spencer: "Sir this is a family app."

@dao_tsuki: "Keep posting like this and I’m calling HR."

@user22_992: "The heat is NOT coming from the track, it’s coming from YOU."

@f1_updates: "Every single one of us is UNWELL."

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(Dividers by @omi-resources)

WARNING ⚠ : You can skip this if you have marked (bad pun ik) your Mark

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Still here? Ig you're ready...

TADAAAA!!!!!!

(Yes I drew this .... FYI I decided not to draw Mark so that it does not ruin the image you guys have pictured him as...this includes hair colour, hairstyle , facial hair, Skin tone etc I am sorry if I ruined your image of Mark in any way)

(comments are appreciated)

[legendary-69420]

Instagram Throwbacks 1

Chapter 16 : Part 1

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 3 )

racing hearts

@mark_spencer : [Image description] Mark standing on a Broadway stage dressed as Sebastian from La La Land, wearing a fitted blue suit with a microphone in hand mid-song. The stage lights cast a golden glow on him as if he’s the only person in the world. Caption : "And they said I’d never be a triple threat. Jokes on them, I’m also a menace. #lalaland #broadwaydebut #jazzisdeadlonglivechaos"

Comments :

@broadwayfangirl99: "HOLD UP. YOU SANG AND DANCED?!? IS THERE ANYTHING THIS MAN CAN’T DO??"

@ferrari_stans: "A menace on stage, a menace on the track, a menace in my heart."

@pedropascal_fanforever: "Not me realizing I’m in love with Mark Spencer at 2am. Help."

@charles_leclerc: "You forgot 'unbearable' on that list."

@mark_spencer (reply): "Unbearably charming."

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@mark_spencer : [Image description] Mark at the Barbie premiere, wearing a pink velvet suit that’s tailored perfectly to his frame. He’s mid-laugh, looking away from the camera with his signature grin that’s somehow boyish and devilish at the same time. Caption : "Did it for Ken. (And because I look hot in pink, let’s be honest) #barbiepremiere #kenergy #betterthanken"

Comments :

@kenandbarbievibes: "YOU’RE THE KEN WE DESERVED, MARK."

@f1_updates: "Ferrari drivers pulling up to premieres like fashion icons, I’m here for it."

@fanaccount_123: "Forget Ryan Gosling. MARK SPENCER is my Ken."

@charles_leclerc: "Wrong. You did it for the attention."

@mark_spencer (reply): "AND I GOT IT. 💅"

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@mark_spencer :

[Image description] Mark and Charles at the Gladiator II premiere. Mark’s wearing a sharp black suit that fits him so well it’s borderline indecent. His hair’s styled back with that perfect loose strand falling on his forehead. Charles stands beside him, looking every bit as handsome in his classic tux. Cameras flash around them like stars.

Caption : "Gladiators, but make it fashion. (Someone tell Ridley Scott to cast me in the next one) #gladiatorii #premiere #lookmomimfamous"

Comments :

@ferrari_stans: "THESE TWO MEN. THESE. TWO. MEN. I’M NOT OK."

@filmloversunite: "Charles Leclerc and Mark Spencer are both leading men material idc idc."

@that_onefan: "THE HANDS IN THE POCKETS. THE STANCE. THE HAIR. THE MENACE."

@charles_leclerc: "We’re gladiators now, apparently."

@marks_pencer (reply): "I’m Maximus, you’re Commodus."

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@mark_spencer :

[Image description] Mark’s shirtless thirst trap. He’s fresh out of the pool, water droplets tracing his toned chest and abs. His hair’s wet, eyes locked on the camera with a gaze that’s somehow playful and dangerous at the same time. Sunlight hits just right.

Caption : "Hydrated, dangerous, and fully aware of it. #staythirsty #yourewelcome"

Comments :

@thirstaccount69: "I’m on my knees."

@ferrarifangirl88: "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU JUST POSTED THIS WITHOUT WARNING??????"

@charles_leclerc: "Unnecessary."

@mark_spencer (reply): "Entirely necessary."

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@mark_spencer :

[Image description] Mark and Charles at Charles’s family’s house in Monaco during Christmas. Mark’s wearing a Santa hat and a sweater that’s so ugly it’s iconic. He’s laughing too hard, eyes squeezed shut, leaning on Charles for balance. Charles’s face is a mix of amusement and exasperation.

Caption : "Merry Crisis and a Happy Chaotic New Year. 🎅 #familydinner #monacoedition #charleshatesmysweater"

Comments :

@arthur_leclerc: "He’s never allowed back."

@charles_leclerc: "Agreed."

@marks_pencer (reply): "LIARS. YOU INVITE ME EVERY YEAR."

@ferrari_stans: "Mark as the chaotic family friend is peak comedy."

@chaotic_goodstan: "THE SWEATER. THE HAT. THE VIBES."

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@mark_spencer :

[Image description] Mark on the track mid-race. His car’s perfectly in focus, the red Ferrari speeding down the straight. Tire smoke trailing behind him as he overtakes a car.

Caption : "Life moves fast, but I move faster. #raceweekend #catchmeifyoucan"

Comments :

@f1fanatic99: "THIS IS ART. PURE ART."

@ferrari_forever: "I’ll never get tired of seeing this. Ever."

@thatonespeedfan: "Catch me putting this on my wall."

@charles_leclerc: "Stay behind me."

@mark_spencer (reply): "Dream on, Leclerc."

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@mark_spencer

[Image Description] A shadowed silhouette of Mark and Charles, both in cowboy hats, standing against a sunlit wall. Their hands are nearly intertwined, the angle making it look like they’re holding hands. The golden hue of the sunset gives the image a cinematic, almost nostalgic vibe.

Caption: "Wanted: A partner for this outlaw life. 🤠 Any takers?" #USGP #CowboyEra #NotJustAShadow

Comments:

@f1fanpage: "MARK PLS, THE HOLDING HANDS—SIR?"

@lando_norris: "If this is the Wild West, I’m betting on Charles in a duel."

@charles_leclerc: "We are NOT holding hands."

@mark_spencer (replying to Charles): "Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt, cherie. 🤠"

@maxverstappen_1: "Bro, I can't believe you're cosplaying Brokeback Mountain in Austin."

@mark_spencer (replying to Max): "I’m just a man living his cowboy dreams. Charles is the one who followed me into them. 🤠 "

@charles_leclerc (replying to Mark): "PS : I was forced to match you cuz you didn't want to be the odd one out."

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A/N : My dumbass wrote the chapter first and couldnt find the images to make it like an actual Instagram post 😀💥🔫 Also I'll post this chapter/shorts cuz my lazy ash hasnt written more chapters..(there are like 5 more parts dw) I am so sorry but I think the new chapters will take time- I have to make a list of my ideas then actually write them DW I'll try my best for you guys Byeee <3

(Dividers by : @enchanthings)

[legendary-69420]

Flirt Mode: Activated

Chapter 15

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 3 )

racing hearts

Warnings : None ig , Long ahh chapter (read the author's note at the end)

The day began with the familiar hum of the paddock. Mechanics buzzed about, engineers discussed strategies, and the drivers prepared for another grueling day. But for Charles and Mark, there was an undercurrent of something much more enticing—a flirtation that had been building for weeks, simmering beneath the surface until it threatened to boil over.

The Chats

It started innocently enough, with Mark texting Charles mid-morning.

Mark: “How’s my Monaco prince today? Still recovering from losing that karting challenge yesterday?”

Charles: “Keep dreaming, Spencer. We both know I let you win.”

Mark: “Let me win? You looked ready to cry when I crossed the finish line.”

Charles: “I was crying from laughter watching you celebrate like you’d just won the championship.”

Mark: “Speaking of championships, you should thank me for making Ferrari look good.”

Charles: “Ferrari looks good because of me. You’re just…decoration.”

Mark: “Funny, I didn’t realize you liked staring at the decor so much.”

Charles paused, staring at his phone, a smirk curling at his lips. He fired back:

Charles: “You’re lucky I’m patient. Otherwise, I’d show you exactly where you stand.”

Mark: “Careful, Leclerc. Keep talking like that, and I might make you prove it.”

(At the paddock)

Their exchanges became more daring as the day wore on. Mark sent a picture of his unbuttoned race suit, the red fabric hanging loosely off his shoulders, exposing his collarbones and a hint of his chest.

Mark: “Too hot to handle, or should I put it back on?”

Charles: “Keep it off. You’re already sweating—might as well embrace it.”

Mark: “You’re staring again, aren’t you?”

Charles: “Someone has to keep an eye on you. Can’t have you getting into trouble.”

Mark: “Maybe I like trouble. Especially when it’s with you.”

Charles, not to be outdone, snapped a picture of himself in his Ferrari garage, the top half of his race suit hanging low around his waist, leaving his toned chest completely exposed.

The sweat on his skin glistened under the overhead lights, the sharp lines of his collarbones and abs on full display. His damp hair was slightly tousled, his lips slightly parted—he looked effortlessly perfect.

Charles: “Fair’s fair.”

Mark stared at the picture for a long moment, heat rising to his face. He sat back in his chair, blinking at his screen like it had personally attacked him.

Mark: “Well. Shit.”

Charles: “Something wrong?”

Mark: “Yeah. You.”

Charles: “Not my fault you started this.”

Mark bit his lip, exhaling sharply. He refused to lose this game.

Mark: “You really want to play, Leclerc?”

Charles: “Oh, I always want to play.”

(At their respective hotel rooms)

Mark grinned, opening his camera app again. If Charles wanted to test him, he was more than willing to raise the stakes.

Mark smirked to himself, rolling his shoulders before snapping a picture. The lighting in his hotel room was just dim enough to cast sharp shadows across his chest, emphasizing the sculpted lines of his muscles. His abs were defined, his skin slightly damp from a post-race shower. His messy hair and slightly parted lips added an effortlessly sultry effect.

He stared at the picture for a second before typing:

Mark: “You sure you can handle this, Leclerc?”

He hit send, tossing his phone onto the bed, stretching lazily. He didn’t have to wait long for a response.

Charles: “…”

Mark chuckled at the typing indicator blinking on and off.

Charles: “Put a shirt on.”

Mark: “Aww, why? Getting flustered?”

Charles: “You’re insufferable.”

Mark: “And yet, you’re still staring.”

The message was left on read for a good two minutes.

Then, finally, Charles replied.

Charles: “I hate you!”

Mark: “No, you don’t. You love me.”

Charles: “…Shut up.”

Mark: “Make me”

Mark grinned. He didn’t need to see Charles to know he was losing his mind right now.

Face-to-Face Flirting

By evening, the team gathered at the hotel for dinner. Charles and Mark’s banter spilled into real life, charged with an intensity neither could ignore. Seated beside each other, their knees brushed under the table. Mark’s hand casually rested on his thigh, inches from Charles’—a proximity that felt intentional.

“You’ve been quiet,” Mark murmured, leaning in just enough for his breath to tickle Charles’ ear. “Thinking about something?”

Charles turned his head, their faces so close he could count the flecks of gold in Mark’s eyes. “Maybe. Or someone.”

Mark’s lips curved into a sly smile. “Care to share?”

“No,” Charles replied, his voice low. “I’d rather show you.”

"You know, Charles," Mark drawled, dragging out the words, "you're like a… spicy little dish I just can't get enough of."

Charles blinked, his eyebrow quirked as he stared at Mark, not sure whether to be offended or amused. "What are you on about now?"

"Oh, nothing," Mark said, putting on an exaggerated air of innocence. "Just that you’re hot, and I’m more than willing to taste every inch of that heat."

The tension between them crackled like static electricity. As the group shifted to the lounge area, Charles and Mark gravitated toward a quieter corner. Mark’s shirt was slightly unbuttoned, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his toned chest. Charles’ gaze lingered, and Mark noticed.

“See something you like?” Mark asked, his tone teasing.

Charles’ lips twitched into a smirk. “Maybe. What are you offering?”

Mark leaned in, his hand brushing against Charles’ as he whispered, “More than you can handle.”

“Try me,” Charles shot back, his voice steady despite the rapid beating of his heart.

Mark’s fingers trailed along the edge of Charles’ sleeve, a fleeting touch that sent shivers down his spine. “You’re tempting, Leclerc. Dangerous, even.”

Charles tilted his head, his eyes locked on Mark’s lips. “And you love danger.”

A Line Nearly Crossed

The conversation shifted, but the tension remained. At one point, Mark’s laughter filled the air, rich and genuine, as Charles leaned closer than necessary to whisper a comment about one of their mates. The proximity was intoxicating.

“You’re standing too close,” Mark murmured, though he made no move to step away.

Charles’ hand brushed Mark’s arm, lingering. “Am I? Or are you just noticing how much you like it?”

Mark’s breath hitched, his eyes darkening. “Careful, Charles. Keep this up, and you might get more than you bargained for.”

Charles leaned in, their faces mere inches apart. “Who says I’m not ready for it?”

The moment stretched, electric and unbroken until someone called their names, shattering the fragile intimacy. Both men stepped back, their expressions carefully neutral, but the heat between them lingered like a secret.

Late-Night Texts

Back in their rooms, the game resumed.

Mark: “You’re trouble, Leclerc.”

Charles: “And you love it.”

Mark: “Maybe. But you’ll never know for sure.”

Charles: “Keep playing coy. It only makes me want to push harder.”

Mark: “Push all you want. Just be ready when I push back.”

Charles stared at the screen, a slow smile spreading across his face. Whatever this was between them, it was no longer just a game. It was a race neither was willing to lose.

The Next Morning: Grumpy Mark Returns

The morning sun was barely creeping over the horizon when Mark stormed down the hotel hallway, his face set in a deep scowl. He hadn't slept a wink, and now he was blaming everything for it. The stiff hotel pillows, the air conditioning, the obnoxious ticking of the clock on the wall— "hell, even the writer of this whole mess. I blame him for this, Could'nt even let me sleep in my own damn story"

Grumbling under his breath, he didn't even bother knocking before shoving open Charles’ door and stepping inside. Charles, who had been lounging on his bed, half-awake, barely had time to react before Mark slammed the door shut behind him.

“Mark?” Charles blinked, still groggy. “What the hell are you doing?”

Mark crossed his arms, his glare deepening. “I’m blaming you too, actually.”

“For what?”

“For existing.”

Charles snorted. “Good morning to you too.”

Mark threw himself onto the bed, lying dramatically across Charles' legs like a cat seeking warmth. “It’s too bright. Who authorized this level of sunlight? I demand a refund.”

Charles rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his smirk. “Are you always this dramatic when you don’t get enough sleep?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Mark groaned. Then, turning his head toward Charles, his expression suddenly changed—thoughtful, calculating.

Charles had learned to be wary of that look.

“What?” Charles asked suspiciously.

Mark sighed deeply. “I need to calm down.”

Charles frowned. “Okay? Do you want coffee or—”

“I have two solutions,” Mark interrupted, lifting a finger as if making a serious scientific argument. “One: I punch a wall.”

Charles raised an eyebrow. “That’s a bit extreme—”

“Two: I kiss you.”

Silence.

Charles opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. “Excuse me?”

Mark sat up, rubbing his temples as if this was an entirely rational conversation. “It’s a scientific fact that kisses improve mood. Let’s test it.”

Charles folded his arms, pretending to consider it. “Oh, so now I’m your personal stress reliever?”

“Listen, I could either yell at you for no reason, or we could make out. I’m being considerate here,” Mark deadpanned.

Charles let out a laugh, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I know,” Mark said smugly.

Charles exhaled sharply, eyeing Mark with a mix of amusement and exasperation. “Fine. If this is what it takes to shut you up.”

Before Mark could throw in another dramatic remark, Charles leaned in and pressed his lips to Mark’s.

It wasn’t rushed or messy—just a firm, teasing kiss, meant to test the waters. But the moment their lips met, Mark felt a warmth spread through his chest, far more effective than any amount of caffeine could ever be. He let out a quiet hum, tilting his head slightly to deepen the kiss.

Charles pulled back after a few seconds, smirking. “Better now?”

Mark, still leaning in slightly, narrowed his eyes. “Hmmm… I might need another one. Y’know, just to be sure.”

Charles rolled his eyes but indulged him, closing the gap once more. This time, Mark's hands found Charles’ waist, tugging him just a bit closer.

After a few stolen kisses, Charles finally pulled away, laughing softly. “You do know you don’t have to act dumb and find silly excuses to get me to kiss you, right?”

Mark’s eyes flickered with mischief. “Oh?”

“You could just ask for it,” Charles chuckled, tilting his head.

Mark scoffed, but his slightly pink ears betrayed him. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He elbowed Charles lightly in the ribs, but before Charles could retaliate, Mark stole another quick kiss—just because he could.

Right then, the door suddenly swung open.

“Hey, Charlou, wake up or else you're gonna be lat—”

Arthur, who had just barged into the room, expecting to see Charles sleeping, froze mid-sentence. His jaw dropped at the sight before him—Charles and Mark, very much not sleeping, very much mid-makeout.

Arthur blinked. Once. Twice. Then, without missing a beat, he slowly backed up toward the door. “I’ll just… come back later,” he muttered before quickly slamming it shut behind him, disappearing as fast as he came.

Charles and Mark, still half-entangled, stared at the now-closed door.

Silence.

Then Mark burst into laughter, flopping back onto the bed. “Well. That was bound to happen eventually.”

Charles groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I’m never going to hear the end of this.”

“Oh, absolutely not.” Mark grinned, nudging Charles playfully. “But hey, at least now he knows you have great taste.”

Charles rolled his eyes before leaning down, capturing Mark’s lips in another kiss—just to shut him up. Again.

The Unexpected Arrival of Leo

Later that afternoon, the energy in the room shifted when Charles walked in, Leo trotting happily beside him. The tail wagged as he surveyed the room, clearly the center of attention.

Mark’s eyes lit up instantly, the grumpiness of the morning forgotten. “Oh, look! There he is — the cutest one in the paddock!” he exclaimed, his voice dripping with exaggerated adoration.

Charles froze mid-step, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. The room fell silent as everyone turned to look at him, their expressions a mix of curiosity and amusement. For a moment, it seemed like Mark’s compliment had been directed at Charles.

Mark, ever the showman, took his time strolling over. Charles’ heart raced as the distance between them closed. He was 99% sure Mark was about to kiss him in front of everyone.

Instead, Mark dropped to one knee and began petting Leo, cooing at the dog with all the tenderness in the world. “Who’s a good boy? You are! Yes, you are!”

The tension in the room evaporated as everyone erupted into laughter and relieved “OHHH!”s. Charles let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, though the blush on his face remained.

Mark glanced up at him with a mischievous glint in his eye. “What? Did you think I was talking about you?”

Charles rolled his eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “For a second there, I wasn’t sure.”

“Keep dreaming, Leclerc,” Mark said with a wink before turning his attention back to Leo, who basked in the affection.

Charles shook his head, the warmth of Mark’s teasing lingering far longer than it should.

The Evening: A Quiet Truce

By the end of the day, the earlier tension between Mark and Charles had softened. They sat together in the team lounge, Leo sprawled at their feet. Charles scrolled through his phone, occasionally showing Mark memes that earned reluctant chuckles.

“So, not the worst day ever?” Charles asked, nudging Mark with his shoulder.

Mark sighed dramatically. “I guess it wasn’t a complete disaster. But only because of Leo.”

“Not me?” Charles feigned offense.

Mark smirked, leaning back in his chair. “You’re tolerable, I suppose.”

“I’ll take it,” Charles said with a laugh, his eyes lingering on Mark a moment longer than necessary.

As the room grew quieter, the comfortable silence between them spoke volumes. Despite the rollercoaster of emotions, the day had ended on a surprisingly sweet note—one that neither of them could quite explain, but both were beginning to enjoy.

(dividers by @cafekitsune)

A/N : Okay Firstly I apologise for posting after a Month.. NO I did not forget about the fic. I had some stuff going on so I had to leave for more than a Month. Again I apologise. Secondly About this chapter... Yes they act like this and still act like they're 'just friends'... Dont worry I am back and the chapter we all have been waiting for so long is not so far now.. Anyways lemme know if yall liked this chapter Byee <3

[legendary-69420]

BTW i see these posts all the time like "ohhh i dont know what to comment on fics.." and every response is "keysmashes! or hearts!! anything works :3" and thats GREAT!! thats helpful!!

but: consider. if u genuinely like analyzing writing.. do u know ur just allowed to go through and quote your favorite parts and ramble abt what they mean to u and the author will LOSE IT WITH HYPE?

genuinely. i felt SO WEIRD the first time i did it.. but like. holy shit authors love it. its crack for authors. the first time i did it, it was on a fic that hadnt updated in half a year, give or take, and the author made 3 updates that month BECAUSE OF MY COMMENT.

LIKE. as an author every comment is INCREDIBLE!!! but also, dont feel like your comment has to be short or otherwise ur invasive or smth!! authors ADORE long comments more than ANYTHING.