#Charles and his un-understandably talks

[timmyholland]

You speak spanish with Carlos & Checo | Oscar Piastri.

Summary: Oscar is your boyfriend and he doesn't understand Spanish, but you loved talking to Carlos Sainz and Sergio Pérez at any time. While Lando Norris likes to bother.

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ynusername: me encanta el blanco, la manera que combina con todo y lo hace ver más precioso que nunca🤍. "I love white, the way it goes with everything and makes it look more beautiful than ever."

pd: Oscar me encanta vestido de blanco o no 🤣. "I love Oscar dressed in white or not".

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carlossainz55: muy lindo es el blanco, estoy de acuerdo que nos hace ver como ángeles. "White is very pretty, I agree that it makes us look like angels."

schecoperez: tu eres todo menos un ángel. "You are anything but not an angel"

ynusername: jujujs golpe bajo @/carlossainz55. "Uhh, jujujs that was low."

carlossainz55: te apoyo y así me pagas? riéndote de mi?. "I support you and this is how you pay me?"

ynusername: perdón carliiiii es que fue muy gracioso. "Sorry, Carlii. Was funny" ynusername: pero tenés razón, nos vemos como ángeles 👼🏻 @/carlossainz55 "But you're right, we look like angels"

landonorris: i don't understand a f word

oscarpiastri: because you're a fool, mate @/landonorris

landonorris: you don't understand dude, stop pretend that you do.

carlossainz55: yesss, i'm agree with u @/oscarpiastri.

landonorris: f off @/carlossainz55. Traitor @/oscarpiastri.

landonorris: If they force you to wear white clothes, nod @/oscarpiastri

ynusername: it's not funny nowins.

username9: they’re the cutest couple in f1 I fear

user94: my parents omg!!

chales_leclerc: holaaaa mi amiga. "Hellooo, my friend"

ynusername: hola amigooo. "Hello, friend"

olliebearman: holu (❤ liked by ynusername)

schecoperez: donde está el Charls, está Ollie falta que aparezca Leo. "Where Charls is, Ollie is there, Leo needs to appear."

carlossainz55: y su otro hijo adoptado, Oscar. @/schecoperez. "And his other adopted son, Oscar."

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oscarpiastri: she's my angel wearing white 🤍

PD: she loves white clothes and i love her.

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ynusername: i love u 🤍 (❤ liked by oscarpiastri)

user43: Oscar, can you fight?

landonorris: yeap, i lost my friend

danielricciado: man let them be happy

landonorris: I DONT WANNA LOSE MORE FRIENDS

ynusername: how you lost Carlos??? @/landonorris

landonorris: ouch, you're being mean @/ynusername

ynusername: and you're dramatic @/landonorris

caslossainz55: nadie me ama 😪 "Nobody loves me"

schecoperez: nosotros sí @/carlossainz55

landonorris: here we go again with the Spanish

charles_leclerc: te amo @/carlossainz55 "I love you"

ynusername: te amamos mucho, muchito, muchote!! @/carlossainz55 "We love you so much"

oscarpiastri: Why does the translator tell me that you love Carlos a lot?

carlossainz55: cause she does. @/oscarpiastri

username8: God, when is my turn??

wearepapayalovers: whyyy r you soo cutieee 😍

racerbia: my girlfriend 😍😍

ynusername: alwayss bb

oscarpiastri: what th are you talking about? She is MY gf @/racerbia

ynusername: tranquilo hombre, soy tuya "Easy man, i'm yours"

oscarpiastri: mia. "Mine"

carlossainz55: apuesto a que es la única palabra que sabe decir en español @/schecoperez "I bet it's the only word he knows how to say in Spanish"

schecoperez: estas en lo cierto @/carlossainz55 "You right"

landoscar: forget him I want her.

[adrienneleclerc]

Can You Be My Boyfriend?

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N is Ferrari’s social media manager and when one of the mechanics doesn’t take no for an answer, she pretends she’s dating a certain Ferrari driver.

Warning: grammatical and spelling errors cuz I don’t proofread

A/N: i just wanted to say thank you so much for the love y’all gave “Prince of Ferrari”, it means a lot to me as a new Charles Leclerc writer. I hope y’all like this one too, just like Olivia Rodrigo, I am so American,

Y/N walked into Fred’s office.

“Mr. Vasseur, I had an idea for a new C2 challenge.” Y/N said.

“What did you have in mind, Y/N?” Fred asked.

“I was thinking we make dishes from each place we go to. Like Cuban food from Miami, Texas barbecue ribs, paella from Spain, and we have Charles and Carlos match the dishes to their flag. I personally think it would be fun, you know? Or we could do a video where the drivers tell us from which Grand Prix the photo was taken.” Y/N suggested.

“Those are very good ideas, Y/N, see if the boys are up to it, will you? Figure out when the best time is to film that.” Fred said.

“Yes, will do.” Y/N said and left his office. She walked to the living room (does the hospitality have a living room? I don’t know) to see Carlos and Charles chatting to away.

“There she is! Como has estado, hermosa?” Carlos asked Y/N, hugging her and kissing her on the cheek.

“Ha estado súper bien, un poquito cansada, pero nada que no se puede arreglar con un café.” Y/N said, her and Carlos laughed.

“I understand half of that.” Charles said.

“Now you know how I feel when you speak French.” Y/N said. “Anyway, as your social media manager, I had an idea for an upcoming challenge, we have to make the most of this season.” Y/N said.

“We hear you, mon ange, what’s the idea?” Charles asked.

“Can you guys guess what Grand Prix this is based off the picture?” Y/N asked, showing them a picture on her phone.

“That’s when I won in Monza.” Charles answered.

“Good, this is your challenge, guessing Grand Prixs based off a photo.” Y/N said putting her phone away. “It’s not much, but it’s different from what you guys have done in the past. You could also match dishes to their countries.” Y/N said.

“Sounds like a fun challenge.” Carlos said.

“Good to hear. I’m gonna be with the photographer, he’s taking photos of the new livery and I need to approve them before I post them on Instagram. See ya later, okay?” Y/N said, stepping into the garage where she sees the photographer looking over the photos on his camera.

“Y/N! You’re here, tell me what you think, and be brutally honest. Do you think they came out to blurry?” The photographer, Daniel, asked. Y/N started looking them over.

“They look great, honestly, it matches Ferrari’s instagram feed, you did a good job. Can you upload them to the computer?” Y/N asked and Daniel said that he could. He left Y/N alone on the garage and that’s when one of the mechanics, Ruggero, approached her.

“Sei bellissima, a more mío.” Ruggero told her. Y/N rolled her eyes,

“Grazie, Rugge, what do you want?” Y/N asked.

“You are very hostile towards me, you know? I might be able to forgive you if you go out with me.” Ruggero said.

“Not gonna happen, Rugge, aren’t you tired of getting rejected?” Y/N asked.

“I bounce back. Come on, amore, why won’t you let me take you out? You think you’re too good for me?” Ruggero asked.

“What are you talking about? Oh my god, I don’t think I’m too good for you, where the hell did you get that from?” Y/N asked, so confused at the turn this conversation took.

“Well that’s the only thing I could think of, you come from the states, you clearly think you’re better than Europeans.” Ruggero said and Y/N had enough of this nonsense.

“I have a boyfriend! Que pesado eres, me cae.” Y/N said.

“Really, who’s the boyfriend?” Ruggero asked. Y/N saw Charles walking into the garage.

“Muñeco, there you are!” Y/N said loudly, walking up to Charles and kissed him. Charles widened his eyes in shock but kissed her back and they both pulled away, Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning her head against his chest and Charles rubbed her back.

“Congratulations, does Fred know?” Ruggero asked.

“It’s private right now, we’re just seeing how this goes.” Y/N replied and as soon as Ruggero left, Y/N pulled away from Charles. “I am so sorry! Ruggero wouldn’t leave me alone so I had to tell him I had a boyfriend and honestly whoever walked through that door was going to be the victim of my lie but I am glad it’s you and not Carlos, mainly because Ruggero knows Rebecca is dating him.” Y/N explained quickly but Charles was still distracted, thinking about the kiss Y/N gave him.

“I’m sorry, what?” Charles asked.

“Can you be my boyfriend?” Y/N asked.

“I Don’t think we could pull this off, Y/N. We work together.” Charles said.

“We would only have to pretend we’re dating around Ruggero, no one else has to know, I promise.” Y/N said.

“Okay fine.” Charles said, him and Y/N were walking back to the main area (I don’t know how this works) and Carlos was standing next to Fred and Ruggero with a smile.

“Congratulations, cabrón,” Carlos told charles, hugging him. “You two are adorable.” Charles turned to look at Y/N with a look that said ‘no one will know, yeah right’

“I didn’t know you two were dating.” Fred commented.

“It’s still new.” Charles replied, putting his arm around Y/N.

“As long as it doesn’t interfere with the social media posts, it should be fine.” Fred said before walking away. Ruggero smiled before going back to the garage.

“Now I know why you always called her ‘mon ange’, que coqueto saliste, eh charles.” Carlos said, leaving Y/N and Charles alone, Y/N pulled away to face Charles.

“Well so much for that plan, I really am sorry, Charles.” Y/N said.

“You know what? It’s alright, it’s okay, pretending around here should be easy enough, this can’t get worse, right?” Charles asked.

“I Don’t think it can. How about I buy you lunch for getting you into this situation? I swear I did not mean for this to happen.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, sure let’s get lunch, where do you want to go?” Charles asked.

“Well since this lunch is my treat, you choose where we should go.” Y/N said. Charles and Y/N walked to the parking lot together and Y/N was walking towards her car when Charles grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards his car. “Seriously?”

“Well what kind of boyfriend would I be if we went to lunch in different cars?” Charles asked.

“Yeah, makes sense, Ruggero is watching through the window too, let’s go.” Y/N said. Charles opened the passenger door and Y/N got in, he close the door behind her, ever there gentleman, and he got into the driver seat. He turned on the car, and gave Y/N his phone so she can choose the music.

They arrived at the restaurant and like always, there were fans recording Charles and Y/N in the car, leaving the car, eating at the restaurant, talking, laughing, within the hour, Charles and Y/N were trending on Instagram, Twitter (X), and TikTok. As they waited for the check, Y/N was scrolling on TikTok when she found a video of her and Charles in the car.

“Charles, i think our ‘relationship’ went public.” Y/N said, showing him her phone. Charles’s eyes widened.

“Cant say I’m not surprised, I just thought videos wouldn’t be posted until later, you know?” Charles said and Y/N put her phone away.

“We haven’t even been ‘dating’ two hours and now everyone knows. You have no idea how sorry I am, I feel so bad for dragging you into this.” Y/N said.

“None of this wouldn’t have happened if Ruggero understood the word ‘no’ so you are fine, I’m glad I was able to help. But what was that thing you called me? ‘Muñeco’? Why did you call me that?” Charles asked.

“So ‘muñeco’ means ‘doll’, you have a pretty face, everyone says you’re good looking, you know you’re good looking. So muñeco just suits you, okay, especially with those dimples.” Y/N said, Charles smirked a little.

“You think I have a pretty face?” Charles asked teasingly.

“Great, I boosted your ego, like your head wasn’t big enough already. You literally said in one of those C2 challenges when Carlos had your photo that if you were a woman, you would be in love with yourself.” Y/N said. The waiter came in with the check and Y/N was going to take it but Charles was faster. “Dude, I told you I was gonna pay.”

“It would look good if you paid, there are cameras everywhere apparently.” Charles said, placing his credit card with the check. The waiter took the check.

“Then I’ll Apple Pay you. You gonna train today?” Y/N asked.

“Yes actually, come with me? You could post it to my story.” Charles asked. The waiter came back with Charles’s card.

“Yeah, I can do that. But we gotta go to Scuderia Ferrari for my car.” Y/N said, getting up from the table, Charles getting up as well.

“I think it can stay there overnight.” Charles said.

“You want me to spend the entire day with you? You’re insane.” Y/N commented as they were leaving the restaurant.

“Maybe, but it is to keep up appearances.” Charles said.

“I guess, but how long do we say we’ve been dating?” Y/N asked, getting into Charles’s car, he does the same.

“4 months seems good, don’t you think?” Charles asked.

“I guess that’s plausible.” Y/N said, Charles starts the car and drives off.

“Do you miss New York?” Charles asked.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked.

“You travel a lot with us and you moved to Monaco for work, but do you ever miss New York? Your family? I know I miss my family when I’m away for races.” Charles said.

“I miss the food in New York, I can’t get decent tacos al pastor in Monaco, I gotta wait til the Mexican Grand Prix for them.” Y/N stated. “But yeah, I do miss New York.”

“You should ask for vacation time so you could go.” Charles said.

“I Don’t think they’ll give it to me, but thanks.” Y/N said.

For a week, Y/N and Charles have been spotted together everywhere, at races obviously, with Joris, Andrea, Doni, and Victoria, even with Charles’s family. Right now Y/N was with Charles at a club in Monaco. Y/N was at a table with Charles was at the bar getting drinks. Y/N noticed a girl flirting with Charles, touching his hand, before he pulled away with two drinks for him and Y/N.

“Charles, can we talk for a second?” Y/N asked.

“Sure, what’s on your mind, mon ange?” Charles asked, the nickname still causing butterflies in Y/N’s stomach.

“If you wanted to hook up with that girl, you can. I don’t want to have you tied down for a fake relationship.” Y/N said.

“I wasn’t interested in her at all, you know.” Charles commented.

“Really? What happens when the next girl that hits on you is more your type? I don’t want to hold you back, we are friends after all.” Y/N said.

“I have a confession to make.” Charles said, Y/N nodded her head for Charles to continue. “I’ve liked you for a while. Before you kissed me, it was a little crush, I thought it would have went away, but being with you this past week made my crush grow stronger. You don’t have to feel the same way, I just wanted to get this off my chest.” Y/N was shocked. Charles usually went for Instagram models, but he actually likes her, this was her dream come true.

“I’ve liked you for a while too, I just never thought you would see me that way.” Y/N said.

“I’m going to kiss you right now, okay?” Charles whispered, getting closer to Y/N, looking at her lips then back into her eyes, Y/N nodded, leaning in until their lips touched. It was a soft, gentle kiss, until Charles gained more confidence to do more. They pulled away. “Will you be my girlfriend? For real, this time?” Charles asked.

“Yes I will.” Y/N responded, they kissed again.

The End

Was this good? I think it was good, the pacing is weird, but I had no idea where this was going, just saying. Was it just as good as “prince of Ferrari”? Probably not, but I hope y’all liked it, should I keep writing Charles Leclerc fanfics?

[leclsrc]

wait and see ✴︎ cl16

genre: enemies to lovers, fluff, angst barely, other drivers appear

word count: 2.5k

The grid recounts the evolution, nature, and many ups and downs of your and Charles' vague relationship.

auds here... req'd, this was p fun to write i hope u guys like it! :) short bec if it was any longer it wouldnt have been as nice to read i think? anyway... i love u guys. title from this.

Lando takes a seat. “Is this the thingy for…? Yeah? Okay. What am I supposed to do again?”

“Just describe the two of them.”

“Easy. She was always pissing him off.” He rubs his chin, lost in thought. “But… in a good way?”

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“I told you a hundred times I didn’t want this to be the soundbite you published.” Charles chases after you, his footsteps quickening like a lost puppy as you wrestle your way into the media pen. “A hundred times, and you said okay, and you still published it. Che succede?”

You turn, crossing your arms over your torso. “Look. I said yes, but when I looked it over, nothing else you said was really worth it. It was all just repetitions of the same PR bullshit that makes you look good on camera.”

He rakes a hand through his hair, exhaling with frustration, watching his biting comment on Iñaki rack up hundreds of thousands of views. “This was not a good idea!” He repeats, the same sentiment he’s been telling you in the half-hour he’s known of this video’s publicity.

“But it happened.” You adjust your mic and gesture to Lando, who’s awkwardly waiting for the cameras to roll so you can start the post-FP2 interview and he can talk about his shit car. “I’m busy, so deal with it. Your fans will appreciate you not riding Ferrari’s dick all the time.”

Charles opens his mouth to argue, but shuts it, shoving his way back outside and into the motorhome so he can cooperate in damage control. He doesn’t admit it—to you, to Carlos, to anyone—but the PR that comes of it is more good than it is bad in the end. He doesn’t admit it because it means admitting you’re right, and God if that’s the last thing he’ll ever do.

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“They were always butting heads,” George says, laughing as he soaks in the memories of it. “Always fighting over something. Anything. Whatever there was that could be disagreed on—they’d be disagreeing.”

—

It started harmlessly enough. Seb walked in with two swatches of color—a blue and a purple—and addressed the room with a light tone, asking what color would best suit the tablecloths at his wedding. And then, as it always did with you and Charles, chaos ensued.

“Blue suits green better.” You wave the blue in his face. “You’re busy thinking of red all the time so you don’t understand color theory.”

“It’s not about coordination! It’s about creating a highlight!” He gestures with his hands, aggressively gesticulating to try and get his point across. “Highlight!”

“Oh, bullshit! Blue!”

“Purple!”

“Are you crazy?!”

Across the room, Seb and George watch in mild horror at the two figures caught in a needlessly intense argument over colors at a wedding that isn’t even theirs.

An AlphaTauri engineer comes in to refill his coffee for the third time, finds the two of you still fighting and is genuinely stupefied. He turns to the two onlookers, asks, “Bridezilla, huh? Happened to me once, too. I swear the grooms always try to weasel their way in to seem more involved but their choices never make sense.”

“Oh, no. They, uh, they’re not together.” George clarifies quickly.

“They’re not?!” The engineer and Seb ask at the same time.

They all watch the argument, bemused, but secretly they all wonder just how correct George is.

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“We have a saying in Spanish. Del amor al odio hay un paso. Neither of them will understand it—it’s in Spanish, obviously—but I think that applies to them. One minute you think they hate each other, and the next…” Carlos lets himself taper into silence, smiling softly.

—

Being around Charles feels like karmic retribution, a constant eternal push and pull. But it makes the both of you better, even if neither of you admit it in the end. You can’t really grasp why, or how it started—it might take ages if you do so much as try—but you’re content with letting things happen the way they do.

Or maybe you’re not. “You ruined my fucking broadcast, dickhead!”

You toss your earpiece at his chest, body welling up with annoyance. Your segment was being casted live until Charles insisted he take up your airtime to do whatever-the-fuck, you honestly don’t care. And yeah, sure, he’s way more relevant, but the less airtime you get, the less easily you get the exposure you need.

“It happened one time.” He sounds amused, and it patronizes you, sets you on fire. He clutches your earpiece to his chest and hands it back to you.

“Fuck you.” You tug it toward yourself, and suddenly you’re closer, noses almost touching. You step back, but it’s not enough. “You have no idea how much that mattered to me.”

His eyes flit toward your lips, your bodies melting together. “If it really did…” he says, inhaling, “you would’ve just ignored me.” And damn, he’s right.

Charles does not like you. He just knows you well. But then one might argue—isn’t that the same thing?

—

“They have trouble not calling the shots, is the thing,” Lewis offers. “So put them in a team, in a room together, and boom.”

—

“…We didn’t agree on this script.” You underline the problematic lines and toss it onto Charles’ lap from where you stand in front of the sofa. “You want your fans to hate you?”

“The questions were clumsy. I asked you to reword them, but you didn’t.”

“You didn’t ask, to be clear. You demanded.” You click your tongue.

Lewis is in the middle of posting on Roscoe’s Instagram account and manually making typos, but he looks up, interest piqued by the increasingly heated conversation.

“I asked,” Charles insists stubbornly. “Plus, this is a Ferrari segment. You get hired to write on Ferrari, you follow Ferrari.” He points to the yellow logo on his shirt. Ferrari, he mouths. Lewis stifles a chuckle at the sarcastic exchange.

“Jesus.” You reread the script. “Fine. I’ll reword this and this.”

“And that.” He points, tapping the paper.

“Only if you edit this and this. Oh, God, and this.”

“Fine. Wait, that?”

“Are you serious? It’s the corniest statement ever. Edit that or I edit nothing.”

“Okay, bossy.”

Lewis exits Instagram in favor of texting Seb to ask if you two are dating. The response he receives is equally unhelpful: Nobody knows mate.

—

“You know, for all the disagreeing they did, they actually agreed on so much of the same stuff. If they stopped fighting for two seconds they would agree on most things.” Alex muses. “But they never did, so. Or maybe a few times.”

—

Media is a tricky thing. It’s either on your side, or it isn’t.

And this weekend, Charles has drawn the short straw, subjected to bouts of backhanded journalists and tweets for his strategy during quali. You know this especially well—you’re media, for Christ’s sake—and you’ve seen your colleagues hound Charles for how he chose to tackle the session.

Alex is in the middle of a FaceTime call with Lily when he hears it. “Wait—I think they’re talking,” he says to his girlfriend when he hears you approach him, carefully maneuvering himself into optimal eavesdropping position.

“Is this the right thing to do?” Lily’s voice comes through like static.

“I know it’s wrong,” Alex confesses. “But—”

“No, I meant I can’t hear properly. Move the phone closer, you dick.”

So he does, and the two of them listen intently to your talk. You go first, a few shuffling footsteps and an adjustment of your media pass, then. “Will’s been all over you today.”

“Yeah,” comes Charles’ voice, tired if anything. “I, uh… I just hope I can understand where I went wrong and, uh. Well, uh.”

“No, I…” There’s heavy silence. “I think you did the right thing. You didn’t get pole, but it was a good strategy. Better than what was being proposed, anyway. I think that would’ve landed you at the back of the grid, to be honest.”

You both laugh. “Thanks,” he croaks.

“You did great. Don’t, um… don’t let them tell you otherwise. I’m proud of you.”

Alex never tells anybody what he heard. But it inspires many long-winded conversations with Lily about the nature of your relationship. Each time, though, they never arrive to a solid answer.

—

“Hey, listen. I always knew something was there with those two. They had the kind of dynamic you only find once in, like, a million instances.” Daniel says firmly. “But I also kept thinking… poor Charlotte.”

—

You’re half-sure Pierre was the one who bought you all shots. Or a quarter-sure. Okay, you’re not sure at all. Your mind’s cloudy, your inhibitions lowered, tongue loose and laugh contagious. Around the table everyone is laughing, some others have gotten up to dance, but you, Daniel, Lewis, and Charles are all conversing about work, albeit while drunk.

“Is… tequila… plant-based?” Lewis grimaces as he throws another shot back and you all laugh mindlessly.

“Danny,” you say, tapping his shoulder. “Any plans once you’re out of the paddock next season?”

“Ah,” he hums. “Self-discovery and a shit ton of shrooms.”

You all cheers to the epiphany, shots once again entering your system. “And a party again tomorrow!” Daniel adds half-jokingly, much to your delight. Charles, right beside you, throws an arm over your shoulder as he laughs. You’re unfazed.

Daniel’s gaze lingers on his arm a little too long, especially because your own hand reaches upward to wrap around his wrist, to make sure he doesn’t pull away. But you’re both drunk, he reasons. And plus, you can’t usually stand each other’s guts.

“I’ll pass, mate, if it happens,” Charles says, his tone clearly inebriated.

“You’re no fun,” you say lightly, laughing and turning to him. Your eyes are on the other’s, dark, lips almost touching as if you’ve forgotten Daniel and Lewis are even around (though the latter is as good as dead, honestly.)

“Invite Charlotte instead,” Daniel says with a smile, to try and test your reactions. “How long, now? Three months?”

You clear your throat, looking away with a faux smile.

“Oh. We’re not doing so well, to be honest.” Charles smiles, tight-lipped. He hopes Daniel doesn’t ask why. He can’t think of a lie quickly enough to cover how Charlotte told him I love you, Charles, but this is over. I hope you end up with her someday.

—

Seb takes some time to think about it. “Those two always fought. Everyone said that, didn’t they? All the time, disagreeing.” He hums. “I could tell very early, though, that they were also the only two who could truly understand the other. Figuratively, obviously—but as a result, also literally.”

“Elaborate?”

“When you understand someone that well, inside and out, you end up understanding everything they say.” Seb smiles. “That was them, I think.”

—

“It’s impossible to transcribe your interviews,” Will says to Charles. It’s that hour on the paddock where everyone’s waiting for the pre-race bustle to start, so small talk is what’s keeping them busy.

You’re reviewing a few clips from practice on your phone and Seb is chipping into the conversation, which has moved from Mick’s future to F1 into Sky Sports into this.

“What do you mean?” Charles asks.

“You’re always sliding in and out of your three languages!” The Englishman laughs. “I have to consult a native speaker of both Italian and French each time. And you’re always going I, I, I, or we, we, we… but hey, the fans dig it, innit?”

“I think I sound perfectly understandable.” Charles smiles. You’re still busy, unfocused on the conversation at present.

“Like, okay. Look at this.” Will retrieves his phone, opens his voice memos app, and plays one of the audio recordings there. It’s a scratchy one of Charles describing his quali session, and sure enough, even if he’s speaking straight English, the adrenaline and exhaustion have him sounding totally indecipherable.

We—we had gasjdhfhs and I, I, I… I think we need to rejshdhs and thijsjsh about the hsfhdh, yeah? And, and, uh, we ajhshajs. And

Will closes it. “Sebastian, can you tell me that said?”

He shrugs, amused. “Sorry, Charles. I genuinely can’t.”

“See?!” Will makes a voila motion. “Nobody understands this.”

“He said we had good traction and I think we need to recalibrate and think about the boxing strategy, yeah? And we need that mindset.” You’re still going over your phone, busy and not 100% invested. “You two just aren’t listening.”

Charles doesn’t take his eyes off you, or the smile off his face, the whole hour.

—

Pierre comes last, clearing his throat. He’s ready. He knows exactly what to say, so he says it. “Those two are fucking soulmates.”

—

It’s three-thirty when somebody knocks on your hotel room.

But your body still feels like it’s five in the evening, your brain’s stuck at two in the afternoon, and your sleep schedule thinks it’s nine in the morning, so you’re not asleep but instead rewriting notes from the weekend prior.

You’re horribly disoriented when you grab your pepper spray and unlatch the door, and even more disoriented when you see Charles on the other side of it.

“Am I crazy?” He asks, breathless, like he’s been waiting for you all his life. Maybe he has.

“You’re at my hotel room at three a.m., so… a bit.” You rub sleepiness and jetlag out of your eyes. “Charles, what’s going on?”

“I love you.” There it is. “It sounds so stupid. But I love you. And it’s almost—I can’t bear it. I woke up this morning? You, on my mind. Lights go off after a race? You. I go to sleep? You. It’s always you. And I know, I know it’s—I know, with Charlotte, and—but it’s true. I, I, I—I think about you every minute. And usually this happens accidentally. Nous sommes tous des idiots quand il s’agit d’amour... moi y compris.

“But this was… I knew I was falling in love and I let it happen. And so I thought, why keep waiting? Why let it drag on and on and fight over and over when I can just come and tell you how much I—and maybe, hopefully, see if you feel the same?”

He pants, tired from his clearly rambled and unplanned confession.

“I love you, too,” you say, struck. Oh God.

“Can I kiss you, then?”

“It’s may,” you breathe. “May I kiss you.”

“You may,” he whispers.

“Right now?”

“Anytime.”

“So now.”

“It’s now or next Tuesday,” he jokes.

“Now is… the best. Now would do.”

“Now would do.” So you cross the threshold and let him scoop you into his arms so he can well and truly kiss you.

—

“Is that all?” The interviewer asks Pierre. “Just… those words? We need a bit more for the article on this event.”

“Oh, yeah.” He gets up, straightens his tie. “Don’t worry. You’ll hear the rest during my best man speech.”

Del amor al odio hay un paso – From love to hate, there is one step.

Nous sommes tous des idiots quand il s'agit d'amour... moi y compris – We are all fools in love... me included.

[boiohboii]

Hiiii, can you please do another toddler leclerc reader and it’s like she’s left in care with her brothers and Arthur swear and she mimics them making them want to kill Arthur and try to correct her gently

How to undo (leclerc brothers x toddler!leclerc!reader)

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YN Leclerc, even at the very young age of 1 year and a half, was very aware of how much she's loved by her older brothers. She never had to speak (huge factor is that she does not even know how to speak properly yet) to get what she wanted, she'd just pout and point and suddenly whatever it was that her little heart desired would be placed in her little chubby hands.

Pascale Leclerc had never been more grateful to have gone through 3 childbirths before yn came along more than when she had to head into work. Did she, strictly speaking, have to be there? No. But she liked the change of scenery and although she hates the thought, taking care of a baby after so many years definitely tires her out, so she's more than happy to rest while the boys take care of their baby sister.

Some could say that it had happened because yn was too happy to have her 3 brothers with her together for a long time. Some could say it happened because yn is at the age where she just imitates whatever someone says or does- and who better to copy than one of her older brothers. Some could also say that yn just wanted to impress her brothers, wanted to be praised and cheered on by her three of most favorite people.

"enculé de salaud!" The giggly voice of one and half year old yn leclerc echoed through the living room.

"YN!!" Lorenzo was the first to act, quickly getting up and moving over to where his baby sister was sprawled out on the floor. "Where did you learn that?"

Was he expecting an answer? Maybe, after all she does seem to grasp more and more of whats going on around her.

"Mon ange," yn turned to look at Charles, with her hands flailing and her giggles still ringing throughout the house, only getting louder. "Who said that before?"

Her brothers questions seemed to only amuse her more, the airy, playful chuckles only getting louder with each question.

With only 2 out of her 3 brothers being around her, yn focused on where Arthur was sitting, headphones in (talking with his friends) and eyes glued onto the video game. Moving around as much as she could, Lorenzo and Charles sat beside her on the soft blanket laid on the floor, trying to get her to understand that she should not repeat that word.

"Tu es un joueur de merde!"

"TU MERDE!"

"ARTHUR!!"

It was safe to say that this would definitely be the last time Arthur even comes close to babysitting his sister, alone or with someone.

Unfortunately for the youngest Leclerc brother the babysitting ban stayed in place for the 4 following years.

[velocesainz]

Cinema

(CL16, CS55)

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Summary: Charles is forced by Carlos to go watch an English movie with him at the theater since you are one of Carlos's best friends, he happens to take quite a liking to you not knowing Carlos's love for you. What will happen when you all of you meet at a house party?

Warnings: smuttyyyy (threesome) minors dni

Pairing: Charles x actress!reader x Carlos

Charles POV:

Carlos is currently in the process of dragging me to one of the biggest theatres in Maranello.

Why?

Because his best friend recently released a new film.

I'm offended that I'm not Carlos's best friend, and also I did not know that Carlos had a girl best friend let alone one who is an actress.

I looked her up on the way to the theatre and turns out she's one of the most famous actresses today and my oh my, was she beautiful.

We got to the theatre and Carlos got us some tickets and popcorn. He rushed me into the theatre and we sat down in our seats as we watched the movie: May December. (Guys please watch it's such a good movie)

That was one hard one to take, vet complex. Yet y/n's acting was perfect and I understood even the most complicated details.

"Mate she's such a good actress and so beautiful! Why haven't you told me about your "best friend" before?" I asked Carlos wondering why he had hidden y/n from my knowledge. As far as I knew we shared all our life stories with eachother.

Carlos shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I don't know mate, I didn't want to tell you because I know you'd find her attractive. I've been in love with her for years and idk, you're someone that everyone easily seems to fall in love with" Carlos confessed. I wasn't so sure that I would be able to keep my hands off of her

"let's go mate, it's getting late" I said to ease the tension.

With that we left the theatre and got back to our hotel rooms. Tomorrow we had a small house party at Pierre's house in Milan so I knew I wouldn't get sleep the next day.

Timeskip

I dressed up for the party, throwing in a simple white button up with blue jeans pairing some jewelry along with it.

As I was driving to Pierre's house my mind wandered to y/n. Her acting skills were amazing and she was so immensely attractive. She had won golden globes and even an Oscar for her remarkable acting.

I arrived at the party realising I'm late as the place was completely packed with people, most of whom I didn't recognise.

I was looking for either Pierre or Carlos but as I was looking my eyes fell on a lean figure in the corner of the room. Y/n.

I walked up to her with my sudden, newly found confidence "hey! My name is Charles, I'm Pierre and Carlos's best friend. I'm a huge fan of your acting" she looked at me wide eyed. Shit. Did I ramble?

"Oh hey! I'm honoured to have you as one of my fans, good to know Carlos has replaced me" she said chuckling. Oh thank god, I thought I fucked up my only chance.

I chatted with y/n for some time until someone came up to us.

"Hola mis mejores amigos" the person said, I froze. It was Carlos.

"hola Carlitos, estaba hablando con el apuesto caballero con el que me reemplazaste" Hello Carlitos, I was just talking to the handsome gentleman you replaced me with.

She spoke in perfect Spanish, god her accent was so hot.

Carlos and her exchanged a few words and then turned to involve me as well into the conversation. How nice of Carlos.

I saw that she spoke french as one of her native languages and decided to take advantage of the fact that Carlos didn't understand a word of French.

"Si jolie fille. Veux-tu retourner dans ma chambre d'hôtel ? Je peux te montrer un bon moment" So pretty girl. Do you want to go to my hotel? I can show you a good time.

She blushed hard, her cheeks turning bright red. Carlos pulled me aside.

"What are you doing mate? I told you I like her and you're going on trying to sleep with her?" Carlos said. How did he understand what I said.

"Carlos she's not your to have. If you want we can share, I see the way she looks at you as well. She likes the both of us, let's show her a good time." I suggested

Carlos nodded and walked back to y/n whispering something in her ear causing her to blush again, got was she beautiful.

All three of us got in my car and drove to my hotel.

As soon as we got there Carlos threw y/n against the wall and started kissing her

I traced her curves with my hands, pressing up behind her. I was sure she could feel my arousal on her ass.

She ogled at Carlos's body before her. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her linen pants, leaning forward to pepper kisses on her right shoulder. Y/n reached up under the shoulders of Carlos’s shirt and pushed the fabric away. The shirt flowed off his arms, falling to the floor. He reached forward, cupping y/n's cheek before kissing her again.

My kisses on her skin flowed down her back, teeth nipping at her hips through her panties as I slid her pants down.

Carlos POV:

Charles kneeled behind y/n once the material pooled at her feet, kissing upward. I massaged one of her breasts through her bra. Charles stood up to his complete form, kissing her shoulder once more as his hand swept across your skin to her panties.

I felt Charles’s hand slip beneath the material of her panties and graze her clit, going to feel the wetness between her folds. The kiss was broken as a moan left her lips, back arching into Charles. I chuckled looking at how worked up she was.

She squirmed between me and Charles, reaching forward and gripping my shoulder for support.

Charles POV

I had y/n on her toes as I fingered her lazily as if I was playing the piano. She let out soft pants, not giving us the satisfaction of hearing how good we made her feel. We'll make sure those noises come out.

My hand fell to her side as she undid my belt, leaning forward to kiss the flesh softly. Herr fingers slipped the button free, teeth nipping at my right hip. My breath hitched, chest rising and falling as she slowly pulled the zipper down. Y/n reached in, purposefully grazing the obvious erection in my underwear before tugging the jeans down.

“Fucking hell” I breathed, pulling away from her. Her hands brushed my thighs as I stepped away. She grinned at me, knowing that she got underneath my skin.

Carlos was watching the whole thing with his arms crossed and shot me a smile. As soon as I was yanking my jeans and underwear off, Carlos quickly undid his belt and jeans.

“Fuck, I am the luckiest woman in the fucking world,” She breathed, toes curling and eyes almost rolling into the back of her head at the sight of the me and Carlos naked before her. Carlos laid horizontally across the bed. His head was slightly close to the edge. He looked at yher, patting his chest.

“Come have a seat,” Carlos suggested calling y/n over. Carlos pulled her down with no warning, tongue immediately delving within you. She cried out as his tongue circled her clit. She reached forward, gripping my forearm. I waited for her to adjust, in awe at the sight of her. She looked so fucking hot and bothered.

“Ch-Charles, let me, please,” she pleaded me, reaching forward with her free hand and wrapping it around my cock. I widened my eyes, fuck that felt so good. I walked a little more forward. Her gaze was innocent despite her lips wrapping around the tip of my cock. I groaned loudly grabbing her hair. God she was doing so good.

Carlos POV:

I moved to suck on her clit, slipping away one of my hands from her thigh and pressing a finger between her wet folds. She moaned on Charles’s cock, causing him to pull a breath through his teeth. I gently brought my finger in and out of her, adding another.

I continued sucking her clit and I could feel that she was getting close. Her moans grew louder and louder.

“Carlos, please,” she begged, god I needed her so badly.

I stopped pleasuring her and got her off my face guiding her to the edge of the bed.

Charles walked to his dresser removing two condoms and passing me one.

“Thanks, mate,” I said quietly. We both ripped the packaging and slipped the condoms on.

“Come here, cariño,” I said to her. She came to me leaning down and kissing me as she planted a knee on each side of my body. I gladly returned the kiss, one hand on her back, the other lining my cock up with her entrance. The kiss deepened as she allowed me to fill her to the brim.

Second person POV:

Charles watched the both of you, aroused by the scene and watching Carlos fill you with ease. He stepped between Carlos’s parted legs, touching your lower back. He caressed the flesh of your ass, causing you to pull away from Carlos’s kisses and watch Charles. He took himself in his left hand, shifting to level before slowly entering you from behind. Your eyes rolled back, toes curling, and cunt clenching around Carlos as Charles entered you.

Both men gave you a moment to adjust; the sensation wasn’t new, but it was always slightly alarming initially. Charles leaned forward to kiss your shoulder before straightening back, waiting for the cue. You nodded aggressively, eyes squeezed shut as you clutched Carlos’s shoulders. Carlos kissed your temple before both men moved together, Carlos thrusting up into you and Charles’s thrusts pushing you forward. You moaned, ready to come apart right there.

They were slow at first, continuing to let you adjust like the gentlemen they were. Then, when the only noise you made was panting, they changed their pace, their hips snapping against you. You moaned, back arching, which pushed you further into Carlos. Carlos’s hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into your flesh that you knew would leave a mark behind. Charles’s grip was a little looser than Carlos’s on your waist but would still leave faint marks behind.

The pace they set quickly brought you closer and closer to an orgasm, the sensations of both pumping in and out of you overwhelming your body. Carlos thrust up, hips lifting off the bed, and a spot inside you that made you see stars. You gasped, clutching his bicep to the point your nails dug in. The sound of panting and your moans echoed throughout the room, all three bodies glistening with a thin layer of sweat.

“Fuck!” you cried out, soon feeling the tension in your core snap. You squeezed around Carlos, the tightening of your walls pulling him with you, causing his lips to stutter and his grip to tighten. Despite fucking you from behind, the tension of your orgasm was enough to bring Charles to his climax. He rode through his orgasm, slowing his pace until he stopped.

You fell on Carlos, not caring if your full weight was on him. Both of you were a panting, sweating mess. He removed a hand from your waist, running his fingers through his hair. He laid his head back, staring at the ceiling as he tried to get his breathing down to normal. Charles leaned over you, panting, but he kissed your spine. You hummed softly, weakly glancing back at Charles. Your eyes met, and he offered you a gentle smile, rubbing your back before he removed himself from you.

Charles walked to the ensuite bathroom, going to quickly clean up before he joined the both of you in bed. Carlos tilted his head up, stroking your back before gently patting your bum. You sighed, sitting up and letting him hold the condom before you removed yourself. Carlos leaned over, moving some hair that stuck to the sweat on your forehead. He gave it a gentle kiss, stroking your hair in the process.

Charles quickly returned, picking you up from the end of the bed. Carlos stood up and went to the bathroom, patting Charles on the shoulder. He carried you bridal style to his side of the bed, kneeling to place you in the middle before laying down next to you. You lay on your back, staring at the ceiling until Charles was beside you. Your head turned to meet his eyes, a soft smile on both faces. He stroked your hair, and you gently caressed his thigh and knee and all three of you fell asleep.

[tarjapearce]

Lips anon! Projecting a little bit of childhood tramua, but imagine a teacher complaining that Benji's hair is "messy." Aka too curly for her liking cuz some teachers be assholes like that. Miguel is offended, and Mama goes full rabid on her, calling her to a teacher's conference over some dumb shit like this lol

Mama tells Benji that his hair isn't messy and his teacher is a puta. He's just a handsome curly boy 💕

Not. With. My. Benji. >:(

(To y'all curly babes out there, including me, Our hair is gorgeous ok? we gorgeous ❤️❤️)

Benjamin fiddled with his fingers, chewed the inside of his cheek and stole little glances here and there to you and Miguel. He didn't know if he was in trouble.

He had to tell you that one of his teachers wanted to speak directly with you and Miguel as soon as possible. He was a first grader, maybe she wanted to talk about about something to improve Benjamin's weakness in certain areas.

Miguel had taken a day to attend the meeting, teacher came in and Benjamin recoiled even further next to you, almost hiding behind you. You frowned.

"Mr. and Mrs. O'Hara, thank you for coming today." She started with a polite smile, you followed.

"Benjamin told us that there was something you needed to discuss with us. Is Benjamin doing ok?" Miguel spoke, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Oh yes. You see, Benjamin is a good student. He has a bit of trouble speaking loudly when it's required to. He's still a bit shy, but overall, he's good."

"Right, so," You stared at her as she looked with squinted eyes at Benjamin.

"Is there any real issues that needs to be addressed? It's fine if he's a bit shy, it's a new grade for him. New classmates, new experiences, it's normal to feel a bit overwhelmed."

"Correct. Look, we have this... image code that applies to everyone and I believe that Benjamin isn't following it."

She spoke and you and Miguel blinked at her words. Confused at first but a bad feeling sunk into your gut.

"What's wrong with Benjamin dress code?" Miguel expression hardened when Benji's hand held onto his sleeve, like saying 'stop'.

"It's not about the dress code but more his, image."

"There is nothing wrong with my son, Mrs. Charles." Miguel's brow rose, his arms crossing on his chest as you spoke. He'd usually would try and calm you to then get a less heated approach, dialogue. But this time he just watched, not liking one bit where this was going.

"Maybe if you could cut or comb his hair a bit-"

Miguel rose and placed his hands on his waist. The hulking figure had startled the teacher. Good.

"You made me skip a day of work just for you to say my son has messy hair and you don't like it?" He almost hissed the last words.

You finally understood why Benjamin had been spending some time looking himself in the mirror the last past days.

"Do you understand Spanish, Mrs. Charles?"

"I do, ma'am. This is... just-"

"A mi hijo lo respeta, señora. Muy maestra puede ser usted, y aún así le queda grande el puesto, pero con mi hijo no se meta." ( My son is to be respected, ma'am. You can be a teacher all you want and still you're unworthy to be one, but you won't mess with my son.)

Miguel picked up a very distressed Benjamin and left. Your spanish had improved considerably thanks to Miguel.

"Mi hijo pasa un buen rato viéndose al espejo por culpa suya. Y no le voy a permitir que esté proyectando sus inseguridades en él. Si vuelvo a saber que usted o que alguno de sus compañeros lo molestan, voy a tomar cartas en el asunto. ¿Entendió?" (My son spends a good amount of time looking himself in the mirror because of you. I won't allow you to project your insecurities on him. If I know of this again from you or that his classmates are pestering him because of it, I'm taking hands in the matter. Got it?)

You left the classroom with a slam on the door, didn't even let the teacher speak.

"Vieja puta." (Fucking Bitch)

Miguel held Benjamin tighter, covering his ears at your cursing.

"Who the fuck she think she is?! Making us waste our time." Benjamin rubbed his eyes, his nose was getting red, his reaction only made your anger to boil.

"Benjamin, baby?"

He looked at you as Miguel put him down.

"I need you to listen to me, okay mi amor?"

He nodded as you wiped his tears.

"There is nothing wrong with your hair, okay? Your hair is beautiful. And many other kids would give anything to have it."

He hiccuped.

Miguel kneeled and slicked his hair softly.

"Don't listen to her, champ. Probably the lady is just jealous you have more hair than her"

Benjamin couldn't help but giggle.

"What do we say at home, baby?"

"I am kind"

"Aha, what else?"

"My voice matters"

"Of course it does, Mi amor" You hugged him and peppered his face in kisses earning more giggles from him.

"And you are beautiful, okay. From these lovely bouncy curls, from these speedy feet, okay?

He nodded.

"Wanna go for an ice cream?"

Miguel put him on his back, his little legs dangling on his neck as you all left.

[theemporium]

is it fluff? I don't know?

but charles and r where charles is like "what happened pour moi?"

and r is like "oui, so i had a little too much café on an empty túmmy, so i had a - how do you say - panique attaque."

(tbf I don't know where the monologue is from? I found it on a generator for funny dialogue)

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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When you first started dating Charles, you made a point of wanting to learn his native language.

The only issue was that you would quickly come to realise you were absolutely shit at learning a new language. It didn’t matter if you went to classes, downloaded Duolingo or even bought those little guides with simple and well-used phrases, it just didn’t seem to click to you as easily as it did with others.

But you were still so determined to learn, and it warmed Charles’ heart.

You wanted to be able to talk to him in his mother tongue because it was a beautiful language and you would love to understand what he said when he spoke it. You wanted to be able to talk to his family when they make such an effort to talk to you in English. And even if it was maybe too soon to think about such, you knew you wanted your children to be able to speak their father’s language too. 

You were determined, so you made a deal with Charles. 

You had your French days.

These would be days where you would wake up and set the goal of speaking French all day, or as much as you could. Charles would only talk to you in French, and he would be there to help you with any words and phrases you didn’t know. It was supposed to be a simple exercise that helped you immerse yourself in the language and push your boundaries to help further your knowledge. 

It would just be random days where you would turn to Charles in the morning and inform him of as much, just stating ‘it’s a French day’ before going on with your morning routine.

Today was one of those days. 

Except, when you had woken up with a pit in your stomach, you chose to ignore it. You had days where you woke up feeling a little fuzzy, a little on edge, a little anxious. You tried to have more relaxed itineraries on those days if you could, and that was exactly what you should have done today. But for some stupid reason, you thought you could push through it.

However, pushing through it meant that you were barely unable to stomach any food, let alone have the appetite to eat. It meant that you were constantly feeling as though you were about to tip over the edge. And it meant you should have stayed far, far away from coffee when your heart was already about to beat out of your chest. 

But Charles had brought you a coffee back after his morning run, and you didn’t have the heart to say anything.

And first, it just felt like palpitations. You thought it would come and pass, and you’d be in the clear to just take a chill day. 

But your heart was only speeding up, and the nausea was undeniable. Your chest felt tight with panic as you pressed the heel of your palm against your chest, hoping it would do something to ease the feeling but it didn’t.

Your breathing became erratic and shaky, your whole body felt like it was vibrating and you were pretty sure your head was underwater with how muffled your hearing was.

And your poor boyfriend was absolutely baffled. 

“Amour? Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?”

You let out some choked noise, your brain feeling far too fuzzy to even try muttering up a response to Charles, let alone in French.

“Amour? Baby? Are you okay? What’s wrong? What’s happening?” His words became more frantic as he quickly made his way over to you, his hands on your shoulder as he tried to catch your gaze. 

“I—” You let out a slightly garbled noise before giving him a sheepish smile. It was stupid to try and continue the French day tradition, but even in your state, you tried. Even if your attempt was just speaking mostly in English with a botched French accent. “I am having—uh, une panique attaque!”

Charles’ eyes widened comically large. “I—fuck the French!” 

Your smile was shaky. “I already kinda do.”

His lips parted in surprise before he quickly shook his head. “Baby, no, let’s…just…sit down, please. I’m going to get you water. And something to eat. You’ve hardly touched any of the pastries I brought.”

You listened to his demands, taking a seat on the plush living room couch as your boyfriend ran around like a madman to get anything that would make you feel better.

It wasn’t until over an hour later after you had drank what felt like all the water in the Monaco Pier and consumed enough croissants for a lifetime where you finally felt the tight feeling in your chest ease and your heart rate drop to a normal level. You were still on the couch, now cuddled with your back pressed against his chest as he held you tightly.

“I’m sorry for ruining French day,” you murmured to your boyfriend.

Charles only scoffed. “Baby, please. Your health is more important than French day.”

You paused for a moment before continuing. “I’m also sorry for basically calling you French.”

“Yeah, that I’m not forgiving,” Charles grumbled, but you could hear the smile on his face even if you couldn’t see it. “I think it counts as a hate crime.”

You rolled your eyes. “You are théâtral.” 

Charles grinned as he pecked your cheek. “Good word, baby, where did you learn that one?”

“Arthur.” 

“Fucking Arthur.”

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧: 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: the day has finally come, and as a parent, you’ve never felt this amount of nerves before in your life…

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of anxiety, but other than that, fluff and cute family moments

𝐀/𝐍: AHHH here is chapter 7! You’ll notice there is a time skip as Matteo is now 7 years old, i did this because i don’t anticipate this series being SUPER long, so i hope that’s okay and you enjoy, im sorry if it’s bad, my writing has been bothering me lately🫶🏻

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There was no pep talk, family meeting or even conversation that could prepare you for today. Matteo had been restless all-night waiting for today, and now as you watched him with Charles and Arthur checking over his custom kart, a recent gift from his uncle Max, you couldn’t stop the slight smile that tugged at your lips. Matteo was looking more and more like Charles every day that passed, there were each others twins.

“How are you feeling?” A voice caught your attention from beside you, when you turned you saw Lorenzo had gotten back from finishing up all the paperwork

“Anxious…but seeing him so excited, it helps to keep those feelings aside”

“Maman felt the same when Charles and Arthur started as well, he’ll do great though, I just know it”

Never was there a doubt in your mind that your little boy would be amazing, you couldn’t wait to see him go out onto the track and race his heart out. Matteo was tenacious, he always had been, you see it at the track with Charles when he wants to help and sit in on meetings, and you see it now, helping his uncle and father make sure his kart is ready to go.

“Maman, es-tu prête à me regarder piloter mon kart!?”

Matteo was quick to run up to you, race suit on, helmet in hand, his eyes wide and bright with excitement 

“Oui petit prince, tu seras incoryable, je le sais!”

“Merci Maman!”

Leaning down you smiled, kissing his cheeks gently, bringing a hand up to fix his hair, Charles coming over to get his helmet done up and ready 

“Be careful and be safe okay my love? I don’t want anything to happen to you”

Matteo nodded 

“Maman don’t be scared, you shouldn’t be worried!”

“Matteo laisse maman s’inquiéter, ça montre qu’elle tient à toi, ce n’est pas une mauvaise chose, n’est-ce pas..”

The young boy looked up at his father and nodded, still learning that it was okay to show feelings and emotions. Ever since he’d turned five, there had been a few issues with hiding and being scared to talk about how he was feeling, so the three of you had been working together to remember that 

“Oui, c’est normal, je suis désolé maman”

Cooing gently at Matteo you pressed another kiss to his cheek 

“C’est bon bébé, amintenant va finir de te preparer avec ton oncle Arthur.”

Watching him run back to Arthur by his kart you stood to hug Charles, his hands rubbing up and down your back soothingly 

“He’ll be okay baby”

“I know.. I just-”

Charles nods, always knowing exactly what you’re thinking and where your thoughts are going, he’d always been extremely good at reading you 

“I understand, I’ll be with you the whole time, he’ll be great my love I just know it”

If you didn’t choose to think of the positive and agree with your husband, you think you’d spin out and think of every single worst possible option that could happen today, so you settled to agree and held Charles close as you both watched Matteo get into the kart and head out for his warm up lap.

-

The last lap of the race came faster than you anticipated, Matteo had fought hard and raced clean throughout the entirety of the competition, your hands were holding onto Charles’s arm almost in a death grip, but he was doing the exact same, especially when you saw him come around the last corner, in second, but pushing for first.

“Vas-y bébé, vas-y bébé!!”

You found yourself yelling, heart pounding out of your chest 

“Poussez Matteo, poussez-le, attrapez-la!” 

Charles yelled from beside you, both of you inching closer towards the barricade of the track, and moments later, Matteo pulled out and flew past the first-place kart, just in time to cross for the number one position. The feeling of pure elation spreading throughout you instantly, overshadowing the anxiety you felt before. 

Matteo had won his first karting race. 

“He did it, Char he did it!!” 

Charles couldn’t have taken you into his arms faster than he did in this moment, holding you tightly to him, never wanting to let you go, only pulling back after a few minutes to wipe his eyes gently 

“Oh my love, you’re crying!”

Bringing your hands up to wipe at his tears softly he smiled, leaning into your touch 

“I’m just so proud of him…and-and so thankful for you, for everything.”

Butterflied erupted in your chest as you leaned forward and press a kiss to his lips

“I love you so much, forever.”

“Forever.” He answered back softly, both of you snapping our of your little bubble when Matteo ran to you both screaming in happiness

“I won papa!!”

Stepping back in time for Charles to catch him as he jumped into his arms hugging him tightly. The three of you would have to head towards the podium within the next few minutes for Matteo to receive his trophy, but for right now, this was absolutely perfect. No one could take this moment away from your family, and knowing his grandma, uncles and your close friends were waiting just around the corner, made this moment even more special. 

Right here right now, as the three of you stood at the track, you knew this was where Matteo was meant to be, he wanted to be just like his father, and just like him he’d be. 

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english translations:

Maman, es-tu prête à me regarder piloter mon kart!? - Mom are you read to watch me drive my kart?

Oui petit prince, tu seras incoryable, je le sais - Yes little prince, you'll be incrediblem I know it

Merci Maman - Thank you mom

Matteo laisse maman s’inquiéter, ça montre qu’elle tient à toi, ce n’est pas une mauvaise chose, n’est-ce pas.. - Matteo, let mom worry, it shows she cares about you, that's not a bad thing right?

Oui, c’est normal, je suis désolé maman - Yes, it's normal im sorry mom

C’est bon bébé, va finir de te preparer avec ton oncle Arthur - It's okay baby, go finish getting ready with your uncle Arthur

Vas-y bébé, vas-y bébé - Go baby, go baby

Poussez Matteo, poussez-le, attrapez-la - Push Matteo, push go get him!

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Behind the camera -> chapter 3

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The Leclerc household was buzzing with excitement as Pascale and Hervé eagerly awaited the arrival of their fourth child. Yn and Charles, now three and a half years old, were thrilled at the idea of becoming older siblings. The twins had always been close, and the mere 18 minutes between them had created a unique bond.

Pascale and Hervé sat at a picnic table, sipping on lemonade and watching the children play. Pascale's hands rested gently on her growing belly, and she exchanged a loving look with Hervé. The family knew that their lives were about to change, and they were excited to share the news with the twins and Lorenzo.

"Maman, look how fast I can run!" Yn shouted as she dashed past her mother, her golden curls bouncing with each step.

"And I'm faster!" Charles chimed in, racing after her.

"Mes enfants, we have something special to tell you today" Pascale stated while putting some snacks in the afternoon for Lorenzo and the twins to recover energies after playing all day

“What is it, Maman? Is everything okay?" Lorenzo looked up at his mum from his chair

"Everything is more than okay, mon grand. You are going to have a baby brother!" Hervé looked expectant at his children who were left with a shocked face

"A baby brother? Again?" Lorenzo exclaimed, his eyes widening in excitement. "That's amazing!"

Yn's eyes widened, and she turned to Charles whispering "Tu entends ça? Un petit frère!"

"J'ai hâte" Charles smiled at her and both toddlers let out happy noises

"Will he play with us, Maman?" Charles asked his mum

"Bien sûr bébé. He will be a part of your little team" Pascale beamed at her little angels’ excitement

As the pregnancy progressed, Pascale experienced some cravings. Yn and Charles found it amusing to see their usually composed mother crave pickles with chocolate, or ice cream with hot sauce.

One evening, as they all sat together at the dinner table, Pascale giggled, "Je veux des cornichons et de la crème glacée" (I want pickles and ice cream.)

"Chocolate and pickles? That's funny, Maman!" the little girl said amused at her mum’s choice

"I know, it's quite strange, isn't it?" said Pascale laughing “Mais c'est ce que bébé veut" (But it's what the baby wants) Pascale replied, and they all shared a good laugh.

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As the due date approached, Pascale faced some difficulties during the delivery. The twins didn't fully understand what was happening, but they sensed their parents' worry.

"Lorenzo, we need you to be a big helper now, okay? Your Maman needs all the support we can give her." Hervé talked to his oldest son one afternoon and Lorenzo nodded, stepping up to the plate, determined to be strong for his family.

Finally, on October 14th 2001, and after a tense few hours, Pascale finally gave birth to a healthy baby boy. The twins were mesmerized as they peeked through the glass window of the hospital nursery two days after the birth when they went to meet their baby brother after being with their grandparents at home.

After the delivery, Hervé and Pascale gazed lovingly at their newborn son and then at each other, their eyes filled with tears of joy. "He's perfect, just like his siblings," Hervé said, his voice choked with emotion.

"Oui, il est parfait. Our little miracle," Pascale added, reaching out to touch Arthur's tiny hand.

A day later, Lorenzo and the twins were allowed to enter the room to meet their baby brother. Yn and Charles were both a little nervous, unsure about how to interact with such a tiny human. Lorenzo, on the other hand, had experienced being an older brother before, and he couldn't wait to hold Arthur.

"Come here, you two," Lorenzo said, patting the bed beside him. "He's tiny, but he won't break, I promise."

Yn and Charles approached the bed cautiously, and with Lorenzo's help, they gently touched Arthur's tiny fingers. "He's so small," Yn observed with awe.

"And he's our little brother," Charles added, smiling.

Over the next few months, the twins adapted to having a baby brother in the house. They loved helping Pascale with diaper changes and singing lullabies to soothe Arthur to sleep. Lorenzo also took his big brother responsibilities seriously, proudly showing Arthur his toy collection and making him laugh with silly faces.

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One sunny afternoon, when Arthur was around seven months old, Yn had a ballet function, and her family decided to accompany her. They watched as Yn gracefully danced on stage, and Arthur's eyes sparkled with joy as he clapped his tiny hands, completely enthralled by his older sister's performance.

The lights dimmed, and Yn gracefully took the stage. Her family watched in awe as she danced, her movements fluid and elegant.

"Regarde, Arthur! C'est Yn, ta grande sœur!" (Look, Arthur! It's Yn, your big sister!) Pascale said, her eyes sparkling with pride and Arthur giggled, seemingly understanding the connection.

"Tu es venu me voir danser, petit frère?” (Did you come to watch me dance, little brother?) Yn ran to her family after her solo and hugged her brother and Arthur squealed in delight as she did so, clapping his tiny hands.

When Yn finished her solo, the audience erupted in applause, and Arthur, sitting in Lorenzo’s lap, couldn't contain his excitement. He kicked his legs and clapped his hands, giggling with delight.

After the performance, Yn ran off the stage and straight into her family's arms. She scooped up baby Arthur, who babbled happily, seemingly recognizing his older sister.

"Maman, papa, did you see me? Did you see Arthur clapping for me?" Yn beamed with pride.

Hervé and Pascale exchanged a knowing look, their hearts filled with joy. "Yes, ma chérie, we saw," Pascale said, gently caressing Arthur's head. "It seems like he's your biggest fan"

Yn smiled at her baby brother's reaction knowing that she had her family's love and support, just as they had supported her throughout her life

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Fake texts au- pt.13 bffs with the rookies+ Home alone in Monaco

Guys, who do you think the main pair should be? Cause we still have one contender yet to be revealed 😈

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Arthurs P.O.V-

He walked out the door to grab your bags from the trunk of his car, when he heard the door open behind him, he thought it was Y/n so he turned around to tease the girl, "Miss me already- Oh Lorenzo!" He was surprised by the presence of his oldest brother.

His older brother looked at him weirdly but then walked up to the trunk where he was, leaning on it, "Arthur, nous devons parler," (Arthur, we need to talk,) He said, making me confused, talk about what?

He shifted again, seemingly uncomfortable, "Écoute, maman m'a demandé de te parler-" (Listen, mom asked me to talk to you-), I interrupted him too tired to have a proper conversation, I just wanted to get in the house and have dinner and talk with Y/n.

"de quoi, enzo," (what, enzo,)

"à propos de ton ami," (about your friend,)

"What about y/n?" I was even more confused now, enzo never spoke to me about Ollie, it was only that one embarrassing talk with Maman.

"Are you sure she's just a friend?" He asked making me groan, why this AGAIN. It's not like the media will leave us alone and now Maman and Lorenzo too?

"Yes, she's just a friend, Lorenzo, we're all just friends, this like Maman and Ollie all over again," I complained and cringed as Enzo raised his brow, he was definitely going to gossip with Maman about this.

"Are you sure? and are you sure you can trust her?" what the hell?

"Enzo of course, what the fuck!" Why would he even ask me that? She's been there for me through thick and thin, even when I couldn't talk to Enzo or Charlie or Maman, I could talk to her and she'd find a way to make it better.

"Arthur, not everyone has the best intentions, it's happened to Charlie many times-" How could he?!

"WELL I'M NOT CHARLIE," I couldn't stop my voice from rising, why would my brother even say something like that? My accent thickened, even if I had been media-trained, it crept up sometimes, too thick to understand when I was angry or sad, or even excited. Right now, I was definitely angry.

"J'essaie juste de prendre soin de toi," ( I'm just trying to take care of you,) he kept explaining but I was done.

"Well don't, je ne suis pas un enfant," (I'm not a child,) with that, he turned around and opened the trunk making him move away from it.

Just as I had yelled out at Lorenzo, Charles walked out of the house, he looked between the both of us confused and then walked forward in realisation, helping me take out Y/n's bags he shut the trunk and jumped up to sit on it.

Great, another lecture.

"Arthur, don't roll your eyes they'll get stuck that way," he chided, as he looked at the door, shifting a little and giving Lorenzo some space to lean on the car, they'd always been closer.

"I think Maman and Alex are interrogating Y/n right now," He chuckled, but it just made me angrier, "Like how she'd made you sit through that whole lecture with Alex, huh?" he nudged Enzo's shoulder with his elbow.

"What? why?" I asked, trying not to yell at them.

"Well, because Maman was worried Alex was-" He started,

"Non, Why is Y/n getting the lecture? We aren't even dating?" I asked still not getting why everyone was so upset over me inviting my friend. I had invited many others before.

"Arthur, that's what I was trying to explain-" Enzo began but I was still mad at him,

"You keep quiet, I'm still mad at you," He stopped explaining but grumbled about something which I didn't pay attention to.

"Okay," Charles whistled, "I think we can go inside now, boys," he jumped off the trunk, passing the backpack to me, grabbing the duffle himself and leaving the heaviest bag to Enzo.

Enzo, of course, complained about being too old for this but walked off anyways, but Charles held back, slinging the duffle over his shoulder, "You know, Princie," He'd begun using the nickname to tease me after Y/n but it had stuck, "It's the way you look at her,"

"Charlie, what-"

"And the way you talk about her, did you think Maman and Enzo missed that? You were practically jumping all week to meet her." He continued making my face feel warm. It wasn't true... of course not, he behaves the same for Oscar and Logan too, yeah, definitely.

.xX*Xx.

After dinner and the small fight, both of us were too tired to stay awake and talk as we had planned, Y/n had already thrown herself on the far side of the bed, covering herself in the blanket, and I followed.

The words slipped out of my mouth before I could realise what I was saying, "Bonne nuit, chérie." Fuck.

Y/N'S P.O.V-

I woke up without being able to breathe, I opened my eyes to see Arthur lying half on me, his arm around my waist, now I knew why Logan refused to pair up with him.

"Arthur," I whispered, poking his hand, "Arthur!" I whisper-yelled, trying to shove his arm off, my oxygen depleting fast, it was now a moment of survival, "ARTHUR!" I screamed out, making him fall off the bed in surprise, finally letting me breathe.

"QUOI! ES-TU EN SÉCURITÉ?" ( WHAT! ARE YOU SAFE?), He yelled in French, reminding me just how much I didn't know the language, "Y/n?" He seemed more awake, "WHAT THE HELL! WHAT DID YOU PUSH ME?" He yelled at me.

"PUSH YOU? YOU WERE ON TOP OF ME, I COULDN'T BREATH!" I yelled back.

His face turned red, "Oh, um, sorry, oh merde-" he cursed looking at the clock on his wall, "We're so late, Maman's going to kill me!" He got off the floor quickly, running around the room to get a new change of clothes?

"Wait, what do you mean we're late?" I asked, still dazed with sleep.

"We were supposed to go out today, we were supposed to leave by 7!" It was ten now.

Shit, that made me jump out of bed, I could not be making a worse impression on Arthur's Mom and brother, especially after last night.

"Shit, shit, shit," I panicked as I opened my bags to find clothes that fit the vibe. Unfortunately, Australia was a whole different story than Monaco.

"Where's, the bathroom?" I asked.

"What?"

"Well, I can't shower here now, can I?" I responded sarcastically making him blush.

"Uh, yeah, through here," He pointed to a door in the room and I ran in, trying not to waste any time.

I got out soon, and he ran in, both too scared to anger his mother and brother.

As soon as he walked out, hair wet and shirt clinging to his body, I rushed him out of the room, "Mate, your mum's gonna think I was seducing you or some shit," I yelled as I jumped down the staircase.

I tried to pull the door open but it didn't budge, "Arthur!" I yelled out, still pulling on the door, "It's locked." I gave up, walking away.

"What? Non non non," He looked panicked, going to the side door in the kitchen and the back door, he checked all the windows on the ground floor but they were shut too.

"They forgot us," his accent thickened, "Oh my god," he rubbed his palms across his face.

"Wait, look at it this way, now we can pull this over them every time," I laughed, making him laugh as well.

"Mate, I so want to go back to bed," I grumbled, feeling sleepy already.

"Honestly, Y/n," he scoffed, walking to the kitchen as I lay on the sofa, he came back with a large bowl of cereal, passing a spoon to me and digging in with another one himself.

"Mate, is this a salad bowl?" I asked,

"Fuck if I know," he shrugged.

We finished the cereal, looking around restlessly on what to do next, "Maybe we can call one of your brothers?" I asked, turning my head to him.

"Can't find my phone, you?" He whispered back,

"Phones out of charge," I said, making him giggle, "What?" I laughed back.

"Your phone is always out of charge," He said moving his hands around,

"It's so not!" I yelled back, suddenly energized, all sleep fading away.

"Do you want to go one twitch?" He asked jumping up from the sofa, "We can go live from Charlie's account!" He suggested and ran up the stairs to Charles's room, where he had his PC set up for the holidays.

"Don't you have your own account?" I yelled after him, following him up the stairs.

"I forgot the login," he said nonchalantly.

"And you remember, Charles'?"

"Yes"

I pulled up the dresser table chair up to the PC as he logged into his brother's account and went live, immediately pulling in thousands of viewers, all spamming the chat with various degrees of CHARLES?!?! or Arthur?!? with a few people asking about me.

"Hello, Chat! It's our Twitch era," I spoke out, making Arthur laugh, which made me laugh, we had been very giggly the whole day, it was probably the sugar from the cereal.

"Yes, my brothers forgot us at home so now we are causing chaos online!" He spoke to the audience, there had been at least eighty thousand people watching.

"Okay, so first-" I called out scrolling through my apps to open Tumblr, "We're gonna go through the f1 tags on Tumblr," I smiled into the camera as the chat went haywire, some yelling 'no' in all caps, the others happy at the decision.

Arthur on the other hand was blissfully unaware, "What's Tumblr?"

I made my best evil smile to the camera and passed the phone to him, making him scream at the number of shirtless pics, edits and fanfics.

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

.xX With Charles and Lorenzo Xx.

The brothers walked along the shops, Lorenzo holding the bags that Charles and Alex had already shopped for, "Charlie, je n'en peux plus de sacs, ça suffit déjà !" (Charlie, I can't take any more bags, that's enough already!) he whined as Charles passed more bags to him.

He had shopped in two stores, Alex in five, but Charles? He had stopped by every single store, pulling Alex and Lorenzo in and sometimes even forgetting them to run in the store by himself and come out holding at least three bags.

"Demandez juste à Arthur et Y/n de le tenir," (Just ask Arthur and Y/n to hold them,) He yelled out as he walked into another shop, for glasses this time... as if he didn't have enough from his sponsors already.

He called out to Arthur, and then to Y/n when he got no answer, and then he began panicking, "ARTHUR? ARTHUR, THIS IS NOT FUNNY!" He yelled out, standing on his toes to seek out the blonde and his friend.

Alex heard him and ran out to him, Charles following suit, wearing a brand new pair of sunglasses, "Enzo, what happened?" He asked.

"I cannot find Arthur and y/n," He looked around, with wide eyes, calling out for them, "If maman finds out w lost Arthur, we. are, dead!" He hissed at Charles.

"He's not lost," Charles tried to comfort his brother, "They're probably just shopping."

"Okay, okay," He dragged his hand through his hair, "I'll call Arthur, You call Y/n," He instructed, keeping all the bags down.

"She isn't picking up," Charles declared after a few calls.

"Neither is he," Lorenzo added, they spent the rest of the day looking for their youngest sibling and his friend, Stopping only once to grab a quick bite.

"Maman is going to kill me, Charlie!" He exclaimed it was three pm now. Their mother would be home in another three hours.

"He will be fine, Enzo, they aren't children anymore," Charles shrugged, sipping on a smoothie, texting Max on his phone as his brother continued to panic, Alex had given up long ago and was now simply taking in the Leclerc family chaos, "But yes, Maman will kill you for getting her favourite kidnapped," he continued to tease.

"THEY'RE NOT KIDNAPPED," Lorenzo yelled at Charles, turning red, "I'm too old for this," he whispered as he shoved the bags he was still holding to Charles, "Hold your own bags,"

"Enzo please," Charles cried out but stopped as Lando texted him, "What the hell?" He said out loud making the other two crowd around him.

"THEY'RE AT HOME! WE FORGOT THEM AT HOME!" He cried out and ran to their car, Lorenzo got into the driver's seat as Alex and Charles shoved their bags in the trunk and jumped into the back seat together.

"Lando just texted me, They've been live on since morning!" He yelled, getting angry, "Why on my account?" He whined making Alex slap his shoulder.

"That's what you care about?" She teased him, "You are such a middle child, Charles," She laughed and sat back.

They reached the house in record time, almost impossibly fast.

Lorenzo parked and ran to open the door quickly, Charles right behind him, ran in and up to his room, "WE WERE SO WORRIED"

"PUTAIN," Lorenzo yelled at Charles and threw a pillow at him, "You were drinking a smoothie and I was going mad looking for them!" He shrieked, and Charles fought back.

"Okay, Chat, I think Arthur is going to get his ass beat now, so byeeeee," Y/n yelled over the noise.

"NO I AM NOT-" Arthur began but was cut off by a pillow being thrown at him, cutting off the stream.

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f1fame NEW WAG ALERT!! Arthur Leclerc and Y/n L/n were streaming on Twitch through Charles Leclerc's account. According to the stream, she had spent the week prior with Logan and Oscar in Australia. Who could she be dating?

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username She could be just friends, ever heard of that?

username ong like leave a bitch alone 😭

username They are the cooler Twitch quartet for real your honour

username still find it kinda weird she just hangs around them the whole time doesn't she know anyone else?? username girl shut up 🙄

I wish I could stream on Twitch 😭 or even youtube idk what to do tho

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(Un)Lost: Goodbye

Pairing: F12022/3!Grid! x Fem!Driver!oc

Warnings: DNF’s, angst, a little bit of love, episodes of anxiety, Seb’s retirement, harsh words.

“Welcome to the last briefing of the season. Is everybody here? All right”

I was sit next to Lewis, both of us in the back of the room. Everybody seem happy today. Except me, I wake up with a strange feeling, everything looks normal. My dad is here with me, Lando and I are going strong, but I can understand this.

“You’re okay? You’re not smiling today” Lewis asked

“I feel off. I have a feeling” I looke at him, almost the same as that day in 2021 after his race “You’re the one who looks odd”

“This used to be my favourite place, not anymore. And If you have a feeling, make it a good one”

“I will”

“Smile, after the race I’m gonna take you to the cheesecake factory”

“Promise?”

“Promise, baby” He hug me and smile “Lando is throwing knives at me through his gaze“

“Oh, that’s normal, just wave at him” We did it and Lando start walking to us “Uh, run Lewis”

“What was that?” Lando kissed my cheek

“Nothing my love, just talking about food with Lewis” He hold my hand

“I’m gonna start working as a bodyguard from now on”

“Oh my... Also I have a weird feeling”

“Why’s that?” He looked at my, those green eyes screw me over

“A feeling of losing, I believe”

“You’re not the first in this WDC but you’re the one in my heart, love”

“That’s enough. I love you”

“To Pluto and back”

“Radio check”

“What a voice. It’s fair that you sing to me, Adam. Considering that this is the last race. I mean, sadly we’re not world champions but we did pretty good” I started to put on my gloves and check the steering wheel

“You have to wait ‘till the end of the race. I have a unique voice, kid”

“Oh wow, I’m gonna race as fast as I can then” We laugh

“Just do it safely”

“No promises, I live for wins and podiums”

The same feeling of this morning came back to me. It’s not normal anymore. I’m on P4 and Lando on P5. I turned my head a little and saw his face, I waved to him, but the real thing is that I want to jump out of the car and run out of the circuit, something is about to happen, something bad, as bad as death

5, 4, 3, 2, 1. It’s lights out and away we go

LAP 1/58

“What a start for the last race of the season here in Abu Dhabi, turn one and Max Verstappen remains as race leader and...oh the McLaren prodigy Charlotte just pass Charles Leclerc, even she’s number two this season we never missed to get impress by her”

LAP 21/58 

“Can you check the tyres, please? I felt something in turn 6″

“Copy”

Curently I’m P6, a safety car was deployed after one of the Alfa Romeo just lost their engine. The race has been good, the feeling is there. Lando is P3 at the moment, hope we can have this podium together.

“Box, box, your tyres are cooling too fast”

“Copy, set a record on this one”

LAP 47/58

“This race is getting more excited, Charlotte Robyn-Jones is leading the Abu Dhabi GP, but what is happening?... She just go straight on turn 11, she doesn’t sound good on that radio with her engineer”

“I can’t control my breaking, I might crash and...”

“The Mclaren driver spin and go straight to the barrier, we need the marshall go to her and a red flag has been deployed, all the cars has been called to the pits and we don’t have any movement on her”

“I see blood... I wanna vomit ... help ...please”

“Charlotte, stay calm, stay still, marshals are on their way”

“Can you please tell Lando that I’m sorry to ruin the race... I don’t” 

“Stay still Char... you’re going to be...”

“No, I...I see blood running down my nose and I wanna... Everbody hates red flags and I hate them too and I hate not being world champion and I hate not to tell Lando that I love...”

“Charlotte? Can you hear me?” Adam look at Zack in the eyes, it was like everything and everybody stopped, they don’t want to thin that your last radio message was heard from everybody ... everywhere.

All the cars started entering pits and on the big screen the image of the marshals and the safety care destroying the halo to get you out was horrific.

Carlos was the first to aproach Lando who look lost looking at the screen. The british wanted to cry, he believed in your words of joy and happiness everytime you say that’s their moment to perform better, but, early that day you had a bad feeling. Almost all the members of the teams surronded outside their garages to see how they took your body out of the car.

You were passed, like a sleeping baby, this time like a nightmare, your suit have blood around your left leg, your visor broken, your eyes closed. They put you on the floor and a white large tent was put above you, that was the signal to know that your heart stopped and they have to start moving fast before the worst.

“Is she...?” started Pierre looking at Carlos

“Don’t finish that phrase man, we don’t wanna...” He tried to talk but then Lando started crying and his intentions were clear, he wanted to be next to you, hold your hand, beg you to fight, beg you to stay, say goodbye and don’t ruin it, not again.

“Lando...Lando no” Max and a few other aproach to the driver to help him stay in the garage, avoiding the image of you.

“Leave me. She can’t be dead, man. Put in my damn shoes, imagine that is Kelly or Daniel, one of us” Max’s eyes looked glossy to see his friend looking so broken. Your dad hug Lando, who as much as the driver wanted answers. He knows that his daughter is a fighter, strong but at the end, maybe his wife was starting to call her daughter to be by her side

“She’s going to be ok” He said to Lando. On the big screen the tent was opened and your body was taken to the ambulance, your helmet gone and an oxygen mask arounf your face.

“She’s out... we have to go and... and...Screw this race...We don’t race as one anymore”

“Muppet, they’re going to cancel the race, we can go” Carlos guide Lando to change his fireproofs and go to the hospital. At this point Lando knew, just as you, something bad happened.

“Carlos?” Lando asked when they were in the car

“Yeah?”

“It’s just, I will never accept her loss. I will accept I will be living with it, until I take my last breath and I’m reunited with her again”

Until then

“You can’t make that public. What is wrong with you?”

“Man, the moment we signed our contracts, we know that this could go on a public record. It’s almost fair to the fans and friends”

“No, it’s not. What about his dad? And you? We can’t go through this all over again”

“Lando, please. His dad gave us his consent” Lando sit in the back of the room. A small conference room when the drivers and team principals we’re going to watch a video made by you, every driver has one but considering the circunstances, nobody wanted to remember that tragedy. And a couple days later, everybody around the world could watch this video too.

When I die, give what is left of me to children and elders who hope to die. If you need to cry, cry for your brother and sister who walk down the street next to you. And when you need me, hug anyone and give them whatever you need to give me. I want to leave you something, something better than words or sounds.

Look for me in the people I've known or loved. If you can't tell me, at least let me live in your eyes, and not in your mind. You can love me more by letting the hands touch the hands, letting the hearts touch the hearts, and letting go of the spirits who need to be free.

Love doesn't die, bodies do. So, when all that's left of me is love, give me.

I want to make sure, you’re fine, ‘cause right now I’m living a life where I don’t know what would I do If you’re not in there anymore

You must be proud of yourself. Despite everything you've been through, you're still here.

You are very strong. You have overcome things that others can't even imagine. You thought you wouldn't make it and you got it.

You will do it again. Keep living the life you want, not the one that others expect. And feel proud to be the way you are.

You must be proud to challenge yourself every day, to find yourself when you think everything is lost. You wake up wanting to continue. Even if you have an abyss in front of you, you do everything you can to be well.

You fight for yourself when no one else does.

You are someone worth fighting for.

And If this is the last time, I never meant to say goodbye this way. To my family, dad, you know that mom is gonna take care of me. To the Sainz’s, thank you. To my grid family, this happens, just remember all those memories that we built together, even If you have your eyes full of tears, you know that my legacy has been written. To Lando, you know that this is the hardest part of the job, I love you and I’m sure that maybe in another life, we will last longer, I was lost without you and now I found my place. I’ll waiting for you in our next life. Goodbye for now.

“Hello Charlotte, me again, hope you’re not bored of me” Lando showed a side smile

“The world stopped turning the day you died. I felt it. In my heart. In every fibre of my being. I felt it. The sun stopped being warm. The night stopped being cool. When you died, the world as I knew it did too. I did too.”

Lando started crying looking around the cemetery

“Everybody has changed. Carlos lost his sparkle and has a photo of you in his motorhome and as his lookscreen. Daniel has your name on his helmet, he said you still helping him on his decisions, Alex stayed with your dad for two weeks, he felt so lost that we cried together just talking about you. Your dad is doing well, he moved to Madrid to be closer to the Sainz, they begged him to do that.”

“You’ll always be my number one, Charlotte. I wasn’t with you holding your hand ‘till your last breath, I spend days in your hospital room, just waiting. When they told me you were gone, I screamed, I cried as loud as I could, I halfway hoped that If you could hear me screaming on your way to heaven, you would turn around and come back to me, but you never did”

“It’s been weeks and many people call me everyday, checking on me, I’m gratefull but I came to realize that the reason why it’s so hard to let you go is because this goodbye to you has to let go to a version of me that you got to know so well and at the same time, even If I could go back, I wouldn’t belong there anymore, not without you. I cannot accept to have a teammate that is not you, to just look at your pictures, full of joy and passion and then, I remember that my house is empty, no more hugs, no more kisses, no more you”

“And even I know that you’re not coming back, I’m happy for share all the things that make you happy, for get to know you and for how gratefull I’m with time for allowing you and I to live in the same lifetime. I’ll love you in this and as many lifetimes we have”

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part one

part two

part three

part four

[f1-stuff]

harem...

I knew rissa would want that one asfdhfgsh (here's the previous snippet of this fic that I shared last year). And below the cut is another little 650-word drabble.

(Warnings for the sort of insensitive language you'd expect from royalty about a bed servant? I guess? 😅 As well as my limited Spanish knowledge - anything written in Spanish is meant to signify that Charles doesn't know what it means)

The prince trains often and hard, nearly every day of the week, practicing his swordsmanship with his cousin or his instructor, Rupert. Sometimes, even the king, though much more rarely. Charles always accompanies him to these training sessions, prepared with facecloths for him to wipe away perspiration and water to keep him cool. The prince sometimes thanks him, smiling in gratitude or, on rare occasions, adding a wink that inspires Charles to blush.

He often...overhears things. It’s a consequence of (almost) always being in the prince’s company, along with his curious nature not allowing him to shut off his ears. Especially not when Charles is the topic of conversation.

“Have you had a taste, then?” the prince’s cousin, Duke of ____, asks him one day. ‘Gusto’ - it’s the same word in Italian.

“Taste?” The prince asks.

“Of the boy?” 

Charles flushes, despite his best efforts, focusing harder on the ground at his feet to feign unawareness. It’s possible they aren’t referring to him...

“‘The boy’ can hear you, tío,” the prince says. So much for that theory.

“You are evading the question,” the duke says, and Charles can hear the teasing note in his voice, but doesn’t dare look up to confirm. “I don’t understand you, cousin. You are gifted a lovely creature like that, a bed servant trained for a king, and you consign him to the role of a glorified assistant.”

The prince doesn’t respond, but Charles can see him practicing his swings and stances from the corner of his eye. He doesn’t have to work hard to imagine the impatient frown on the prince’s face. He’s seen it enough times while he responds to tedious letters at his desk in the late hours of the night.

“Is it because he’s un gabacho?” the duke asks, and the prince only huffs in response.

Charles doesn’t know the word, but he’s heard it applied to him before. He wishes he could talk to Valeria, continue their Spanish lessons or even just spend time in each other’s company the way they used to. He misses her, perhaps his only true ally in this place. He’s convinced he has her to thank for the prince’s decision to reassign him. Otherwise, he might’ve ended up in the kitchens or stables, or worse, cast out of the palace completely, condemned to a life as a beggar or in a brothel, without any other skills to make a living.

“I’m not amused by this topic,” the prince says, his tone bored.

“I am,” the duke says, laughing. “Come now, cousin. Do you not agree that he’s at least pleasing to look at?”

“I’m bored of this, Caco. I’ve told you to leave it.” The prince’s voice is hard now, annoyance lacing his words. Charles glances up long enough to see the duke raise his hands in surrender.

“I’m only curious, cousin. But I’ll leave it. For now,” he adds, a smirk in his voice. But then his tone grows more serious. “But know that I am not the only one with such questions. If you continue to show indifference toward the boy, you might find others are tempted where you are not.”

“What does that mean?” the prince asks, in a dangerous tone.

“I think you know,” the duke says. “No one would dare insult you by laying a hand on a bed servant of the Crown Prince. But he’s not your bed servant, is he?” There’s a beat of silence that feels loud, heavy. Then, the duke continues, “A creature like that will not stay unsullied for long, cousin.”

Silence again, then the prince says, “I do not care where the tontos in this palace stick their pollas.”

“Your words say one thing, but your face says another, my friend.” The duke doesn’t give the prince a chance to respond, though. “Come on, cabrón. Let us cease talking and begin swinging.”

“Finally,” the prince says, but he sounds far less enthusiastic now than at the start of their session.

WIP Wednesday

[hey-kae]

hmmm, how about pierre x reader x charles love triangle where pierre gets super jealous of Charles for messing around with reader. just wanna see some angry pierre

a/n: so i kept this one clean cause it wasn’t requested as smut so i hope that’s what you meant (there’s sexual implications tho)

It was too complicated even for your liking. One day, you’d wake up in Pierre’s arms than the next, Charles would be guiding you back to his room. At this point,even you were confused.

There was always this fear in the back of your mind too, that this situation would mess with the friendship between Pierre and Charles, and you didn’t want that to happen.

With Charles, it was simple. You slept together constantly, recently more than usual due to the bad races he’s been having, but it’s always been just that. Purely physical.

Sure, you cared deeply for him, but if you had to put a name to what was going on between you two, it would surely be friends with benefits, and he would agree to that label.

With Pierre, there was always more. There was nights spend just talking, gentle touches in stressful situations, understanding looks from across even the most crowded of rooms. There was lingering touches and kisses and feelings, really.

So naturally, he was really close to having had enough of this ‘in between’ state with you.

He absolutely snapped when he saw you leave Charles’ room one night, your hair messy and with a very obvious purplish on your neck, your hands still buttoning up your shirt.

Pierre pulled you into his room.

“You’re not sick of this yet, bébé?” He angrily asked, his hands on his waist, his tone mocking.

“What do you mean?”

“The Charles situation.” He pulled you to him.

His hands on your waist kept you close to him, his eyes locked with yours like he was searching for answers.

“You knew about Charles from the start. Now you’re bothered by it? I was doing this with him before we even met, Pierre.” You squeezed out of his grip and sat on a couch.

“I don’t give a fuck!” His frustration was rising, “You never even stay the night with him. Do you fucking know how many times i was sleepless ‘cause i knew you had to take the road back from his in the middle of the fucking night?” Pierre’s voice rose, his eyebrows furrowed.

“That’s none of your business. No one asked you to worry for me!”

“Then what’s the difference between me and him? Dis-moi!” Tell me! He stood in front of you, “You cling to me like there’s no tomorrow all through the night. Never once did you say you wanna leave and i know Charles would never just kick you out after sleeping with you. Alors, c’est quoi la différence?!” So, what’s the difference? He shouted.

“Oh, fuck off.” You got up and pushed past him, heading for the door, but his arms were soon to stop you.

“Tell me you won’t let him fuck you anymore.”

“Why?!” You were yelling too.

“I have to fucking spell it out for you, don’t i?” He pulled your body against his, “I want you all to myself and i don’t know how you don’t see it. This isn’t just sex for me.”

You blinked up at him. You couldn’t even comprehend what you were doing but you crashed your lips against his. It was a different type of kiss this time. It had way more to it than just desperation and need.

“Tu crois que je suis une clair-voyante ou quelque chose?” Do you think I'm a clairvoyant or something? You said after pulling away, “I was supposed to guess this or what?”

“You’re bad at catching hints, clearly.” He smiled, “Now, tell me you’ll stop sleeping with him.”

You nodded, “I will stop sleeping with Charles.”

“Good. Parfait.” Perfect. Pierre’s hand was under your chin, getting you to look at him as he spoke.

“And now, kiss me like that again…” He smirked and wrapped his arms around you as your lips met again and again.

a/n: thanks for requesting 🤍

[deeptrashwitch]

Hola bonita! I came here to ask about your bops/Cold War OC hehehe 👀

What does he thinks about the CIA people on the safehouse (Adler, lazar, sims etc) does he knows about what happened to Bell? Also what does he thinks about Aleks? 👀

Un abrazo! 😘❤️

Hola hermosa! Gracias por el abrazo, te lo devuelvo con el doble de fuerza ❤️❤️❤️

Ohhh about Charles 👀? Let's see what this one thinks!

Adler:

Thinks of him as the root of all the troubles he has during his stay on West Berlin, and also considers him as a wild shot running "senseless" around the URSS and other countries ruining everything.

The reason of him drinking so much (this one's bullshit, he'd drink like that anyway)

Lazar:

Considers him some kind of bum, because he thinks it was a loss of time and money that he became a soldier instead of something else after finishing at Royal Holloway. (When he learned about it by accident, Charles mocked him and Lazar almost smacked him against a wall)

Sims:

Doesn't like him and in general despises him in general for how he looks and talks, usually ignoring him when he speaks with him. And thinks of him as an unprofessional person, but reluctanly he admits that he's intelligent.

Park:

Doesn't takes her seriously, understimating her even when he learned she was an intelligence agent. Thinks that she was assigned to the safehouse because, perhaps, they were under staffed.

Mason:

For him, Alex is an unstable man since he noticed some hints about his mental state. Also thinks he's screwed up from the beggining, just saying that he looked for it joining the military.

Woods:

Meathead. For Moore, Woods is just a meathead with anger issues.

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He doesn't know about all the things that had happened to Bell, just knows that they are an "ex-KGB agent". He treats them more like a source than like an ally, so he asks them many questions without any filter, but also suspects about it. Why an ex-KGB was there? And more over, why they had such...outdated intel and don't seem to know some things that every officer/source he has talked with knows?

Suspects of their reasons to be there or why Adler is so insistant on having them around, but knows better than ask about it.

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About Aleks?

Usually ignores her, is kinda impressed by her two careers, and has...a little of respect for her since Aleks also has a title on International Affairs. When they have to talk to each other, he's condescendant, but sometimes (so few times that it can be counted with a hand or less) he admits she has good points about some political ideas and understands her...distrust about the CIA.

[andreal831]

You may be the first person to agree with me that Michael Trevino is more attractive than Joseph Morgan, so now I’m curious. Who are the most attractive (purely based on looks) cast members in your opinion?

I am the worst person to ask this. My friends hate talking about celebrities with me or even sending me pics of people they find attractive because I have a very specific view of what I find attractive. I identify as pansexual and demisexual, meaning I do tend to need to emotionally bond with someone to find them attractive so I struggle to focus purely on looks. Like I can tell if someone is objectively attractive but sometimes everyone will be obsessed with an actor and I just don't get it. I can understand that Nate Buz is objectively attractive, but because I can't stand him as a person, I just don't personally find him attractive. I also tend to find women way more attractive than men. As you will see by my lists.

It also really depends on what you mean by "based purely on their looks." There are people who are "scientifically" attractive, but I just don't find them that attractive. It's impossible to be completely objective when talking about attraction. Everyone is attracted to different things.

I will say, I typically don't like light haired men, which explains the Trevino over Morgan opinion. It's not that I can't recognize Joseph Morgan (Klaus) is attractive. He's just not in the top for me. I also feel like people tend to find him more attractive because of his accent. Although, I will admit I liked him more with his longer, curly hair. But that also could just be because that's when his character gets more tolerable for me.

I also want to remind everyone that these are my opinions. Everyone has their own opinions and it doesn't mean your fav isn't attractive. These are just who I think is most attractive. Let's be honest, the cast is stacked with extremely attractive people. If they are not on the list, they are still attractive, it is just a very competitive field.

(This does not include Legacies cause I haven't really watched it)

Most Attractive Cast Members in My (un)Biased Opinion

It's going to come as no surprise who I consider to be the most attractive in the show. They also happen to be my favorite ships from each show. I swear I am trying to be objective but they seriously were the stand outs to me the first time I watched the shows. I mean just look at them. There is a reason that both Kat and Phoebe do modeling on the side. As for the men, you may say I have a type, but it's hard to deny that Daniel and Michael are not at least in the top, if not the top, for men. But if that's not objective enough for you, here's my top lists excluding them:

Most Attractive Men

We can't have a list of most attractive men without Charles Michael Davis topping the list. Marcel is one of the most attractive men in this series. I won't hear any arguments against it. His smile is just top tier. I don't feel like I need to say anything else to prove my point. Just look at that man.

I feel like Michael Trevino (Tyler) and Collin Woodell (Aiden) have very similar vibes. This is maybe less objective than not, but I just found them more attractive than some of the more popular characters that usually top the lists. Also, I thought it would be inappropriate to put them without their shirts on, but... I mean, come on.

Yusuf Gatewood is not talked about enough. I was not a huge Finn fan in TVD, nothing against Casper, but I was just never drawn in by that character. But Yusuf as Finn really pulled me in. I also just have a thing for smiles. He has such a captivating smile.

I can see that they are objectively attractive but not at the top of my personal list:

Ian Somerhalder as Damon. I know this may anger some people, but I just have never been an Ian girl. I get what people like, but his eyes always freaked me out a little bit. He just doesn't rank high for me, sorry! Joseph Morgan as Klaus. Joseph Morgan just doesn't top the list, but I just don't find light haired men that attractive. I'm not saying he's not, he just isn't in my top. Paul Wesley as Stefan. I loved Stefan and he has the stereotypical "good looks." He is pretty high on the list still, just not in the top. Chris Wood as Kai. I don't have much to say on this one. He's objectively attractive but again, just not at the top of my list. David Alpay as Atticus Shane. I know he was awful but objectively he is very attractive. Steven McQueen as Jeremy. He definitely had a glow up from the emo teen to the vampire hunter.

Most Attractive Women Spoiler alert, it's all of them

Like, my god, even actresses with the smallest screen time carried the show. These aren't really in order but I tried. I can't even begin to rank them against each other. I hated Monique's character but my god, Yasmine Al-Bustami is beautiful. Nishi Munshi (Gia) is just a gorgeous human being. I didn't like Antoinette, but I would do anything for Jaime Murray. I'm obsessed with everything Nathalie Kelley (Sybil) does.

This is not to say that the other actresses aren't beautiful. Again, everyone is gorgeous. These women just felt next level gorgeous to me, whereas, actresses like Candice and Nina felt more girl next door, if that makes sense. Like Inadu (Blu Hunt) was killing all of my faves and I was still somehow rooting for her (jk, mostly).

I know most of my list is from The Originals, but that tends to be the show I rewatch the most. I also feel like they tend to have more actors. TVD had the same actors playing like 20 different roles.

[charleslebatman]

About time, I’d say. // about time indeed, so people can actually start looking at wags the same way they look at some celebrities because that's exactly how they are trying to project themselves the moment they have "fans". About time we start looking at content instead of their clothing and boyfriends. If this was a normal person, we woulnd't even look twice at her - but guess what, she's a regular person once "fans" stop giving her clout for nothing.

Above all, I think there's been a big problem in F1 communities for a while. Too many have lost the definition of being a fan with lucidity, but they confuse it with hatred and when you put a little humor it's over. I'm a fan of Charles for his talent, his history, what he's trying to become even if it drives me crazy with Ferrari. A champion who will give the brand a new kind of gilt.

But I'm not a fanatic, I'm sorry, the partner he chooses is problematic in her positions and hurts a whole part of his community. Even if they don't dare express themselves. Especially when he seems to choose her as a stooge, something pretty to present that will make him a nice marketing image and a good revenge towards his ex. Like I said. It's a bit like Beckham fans, because he's dating her so she has fans. The level of pathos and, above all, misogyny we've reached, for this to happen, is terrible.

Charles is the way he is, he's taken the evolution he's taken, but the thing is, asking me to say amen to everything and take little pinches of salt and then a sugar when he makes bad choices is very tiring. I've decided not to be that kind of fan, it's my choice. This doesn't commit anyone.

I understand that many people don't like it, that I'm a fake fan for them, if it makes them happy. But that's my own business, and people want to impose this whole zapping thing on me all the time. I'm sorry, it's impossible for me until I see that nothing changes. That doesn't stop me from opening my mouth about his girlfriend, whom I find incredibly deceitful, and about him, who seems completely lost in his marketing positions. And yet, I'm a fan of his talent, of his diplomacy in tolerating a more than disrespectful teammate.

Can you imagine if, in college, I spent all my time talking about how pretty and pink everything was, with a hint of black that I swept under the rug? My teachers would hate me. It's the same here, except that yes, I feel I have less to say and I have the right to put a fair bit of sarcasm in there. It please or not, it’s up to you. I gave up on neutrality a long time ago, because I don't think it's the ultimate solution to everything, contrary to what many people love to proclaim today. 🫶

Je crois surtout qu’il y a eu un gros problème dans les communautés F1 depuis un moment. Trop ont perdu la définition d’être fan avec lucidité, mais ils confondent ça avec de la haine et quand tu mets un peu d’humour c’est fini. Je suis fan de Charles pour son talent, son histoire, ce qu’il essaye de devenir même si ça me rend folle avec Ferrari. Un champion qui redonnera une nouvelle sorte de dorure à la marque.

Mais je ne suis pas fanatique, je suis désolée, la partenaire qu’il choisit est problématique dans ses positions et blessent toute une partie de sa communauté. Même s’ils n’osent pas s’exprimer. Surtout quand il semble la choisir comme un faire-valoir, quelque chose de joli à présenter qui lui fera une belle image marketing et une bonne vengeance envers son ex. Je l’ai dit. C’est un peu des fans à la Beckham, parce que lui sort avec elle alors elle a des fans. Le niveau de pathétique et surtout de misogynie que l’on a atteint, pour qu’il se passe ça est terrible.

Charles est comme il est, il a prend l’évolution qu’il prend, mais le truc c’est que demander de dire amen à tout et prendre des petites pincées de sels et ensuite un sucre quand il prend de mauvais de choix est très fatiguant. J’ai décidé de ne pas être ce genre de fan, c’est mon choix. Cela n’engage personne.

Je comprends que cela déplaise à beaucoup, que je suis une fausse fan pour eux, si cela fait plaisir. Mais cela ne regarde que moi, on veut tout temps m’imposer ce tout truc de zapper. Je suis désolée, c’est impossible pour moi le temps que je vois que rien ne change. Cela n’empêche pas d’ouvrir ma bouche sur sa copine que je trouve d’une fourberie incroyable, de lui qui semble complètement perdu dans ses positions marketing. Et pourtant, d’être fan de son talent, de sa diplomatie à tolérer un coéquipier plus qu’irrespectueux.

Vous imaginez si à l’université, je passais mon temps à dire combien tout était beau et rose et une petite pointe de noire que je mets sous le tapis. Mes profs me haïront. C’est pareil ici, sauf que oui, j’estime que j’ai moins de pincettes à prendre et j’ai le droit de mettre un juste sarcasme là dedans. Si cela vous plaît tant mieux sinon tant pis. J’ai abandonné depuis longtemps la neutralité, je trouve qu’elle est pas la solution ultime à tout contrairement à ce que beaucoup adore proclamer aujourd’hui. 🫶