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namelessalessandra · 1 year

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The prince of my heart

Arthur Pendragon x reader

Plot: you were forced to marry Arthur Pendragon but not everything goes according to plan until…

Angst with happy ending

Warnings: none I think but if you find any, tell me and I’ll add them

Plus English is not my first language so there could be some mistakes

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When I was told that I would marry Prince Arthur Pendragon I was so happy, I had heard so many good stories about him, his courage, his loyalty, and I was sure that mine would be a happy marriage, that I would be envied by every lady in the realm. Then came the wedding day, I was woken up at dawn so I could prepare myself perfectly, to match the beauty of my soon to be husband. I crossed the aisle to reach him in front of all the imported members of the kingdom with trembling legs and an excited smile, and for a few moments, as they made us husband and wife, Arthur smiled at me sweetly. For a moment I really believed I had realised my dream. Until, immediately after the ceremony, during the banquet, I realised the looks he directed at his half-sister's servant. Gwen, over time I had learned that to be her name. Arthur spent only a few nights with me, to carry out his task as a husband, and the rest of the time he took refuge in his royal tasks, ignoring me altogether. I had learned not to let it hurt me, I had become friends with Morgana and we spent a lot of time together, chatting, reading, walking. She had the foresight not to put me and her servant in the same room at the same time, not because I could do something unpleasant, but because she cared about my suffering, and had the sensibility of not throwing in my face that my husband was in love with another. A woman who had nothing in common with me and whom I could never replace. No matter how hard I try, bringing him food when I know he doesn't have time to reach the room to sit at the table with us, no matter how hard I try to understand him, help him, to take away the burden that weighs on his shoulders, due to having to carry the crown one day. The only answer I get, in return, is the humiliation of seeing him smile and chattering amiably in public with Gwen. The same Gwen who now pours wine to him, blushing at something he's telling her, but that I, despite being by her side, can't hear.

-Do you like the party, dear husband?- I decide to ask, when the brunette walks away from him. Arthur turns to look at me for a single moment before returning to enjoy the show of the dancers in front of us while nodding his head

-A lot, wife. Thank you. Although I have to admit that I don't understand why you may have organised all this, when in the village many complain that they don't have enough food to feed themselves- his words hit me like blades. Merlin, who had approached us perhaps to say something to his master, freezes on the spot and takes a worried look at me. Sometimes it happened that he found me in some secluded corner of the castle, so as not to be seen while I was crying, and tried to console me. I sketch a smile at him looking at me with pity, holding back my tears and clearing my voice.

-This is why I asked for a party to be held in the village as well, so that everyone can celebrate the endeavours and successes of their future king, and can eat as they deserve. Now if you will excuse me I'm very tired, I think I'll go to rest- I just answer, I move the chair away and, without him deigning me of a look, I leave the room. One of the first things I asked, after understanding Arthur's feelings towards Gwen, was to have a bedroom of my own. My husband did not discuss my application at all and had me prepare rooms where I could stay, and where he comes to visit me when he has to fulfil his task. Over time, this room has become my refuge, and days happen when I don't go out at all, letting Elizabeth, my personal servant, bring me food. When I close the door behind me and lean against it to take deep breaths, I hear the sound of footsteps and then a hand knocking.

-(Y/N), it's me, dear. Open the door- Morgana's voice comes to me muffled by the wood, I hurry to dry my cheeks moistened by the few tears that escaped me and effort a smile as I open the door. She hugs me, right after closing the door behind her.

-Arthur is an ungrateful fool. Tomorrow I'll talk to him and you'll see if he won't bring you more respect soon. All the ladies have heard his answer and are doing nothing but comment- she whispers to me angrily, as she passes a hand through my hair to untie them from the hairstyle I had prepared specifically for him.

-It's all right, Morgana. There is no need for you to talk to him- I murmur away from his arms, before finding myself bent in two by pain, with broken breath.

-(Y/N), what's going on? I call someone right away, I'm going to call Gaius- exclaims the alarmed brunette, I try to tell her that there is no need, that in my condition it is normal, my mother always told me, to prepare me and not be scared, but from my mouth comes nothing but a moan of pain. Morgana, therefore, helps me sit on the bed and runs out. A few minutes later he returns followed by Gaius, but my pain is waning.

-I would still like to carry out checks, if it's okay with you- proposes the old man, and although I try to refuse, the princess insists that my health be checked and so some time later Gaius is confirming what until now for me was a hypothesis that I was hiding behind wider skirts.

-You are pregnant, my lady- her words are followed by a shocked verse of Morgana looking at me excitedly. With my heart in my throat I sit down

-I ask you, please, not to tell anyone. Not yet. I'll think about making the announcement. Please- I ask letting my gaze swing from one to the other. They both nod, understanding, and let me rest.

The next day I decide to stay in the room all morning, Elizabeth brings me food and Morgana comes to visit me to keep some company. She asks me to join them for dinner and I don't want to disappoint her. So I get ready, wearing one of my most beautiful dresses and, slowly, I walk to the room where we will eat. As soon as I enter I have just enough time to hear voices arguing before hiding so I can listen. The parlour is still empty, except for Arthur, Merlin and Morgana.

-What do you want me to tell you, Morgana? We are married and I do my best with her, but I still don't know her so well- Arthur's voice is annoyed, I hear the sound of wine being poured and then Morgana talking.

-You could at least stop the rumours that are going around, you are the prince and she is your wife. You should bring her more respect- scolds him -if you knew how sad she was last night for how you addressed her, after spending the whole week organising that stupid banquet, also taking care that the people received part of the food so as not to upset them- she continues, stubborn. Arthur sighs and, before things can degenerate, I decide to fake my arrival as if I hadn't listened to anything.

-(Y/N), what a nice thing to see you. Tonight you look great! - exclaims Morgana, the first to see me. Merlin gives me a smile as Arthur turns to look at me and stands up coming towards me.

-I apologise for my behaviour last night, (Y/N), I should have been nicer to you- he turns to me as he moves my chair to make me sit down. I smile at him, pretending not to know that his words are only due to the half-sister' request, and I take a seat. When Uther also reaches us, we eat in silence. Morgana, sitting in front of me, throws looks at me smiling. She wants me to make my announcement but I don't feel ready yet.

-I think (Y/N) wants to announce something- she says out of the blue, I incinerate her with my eyes when everyone's eyes are on me. With my heart in my throat I rest my cutlery next to the plate and clear my voice, but when I open my mouth to speak my head starts spinning quickly and, when I try to get up, I lose my balance and fall. Arthur grabs me in time, preventing me from hurting myself and everything becomes very confusing.

I open my eyes again to find myself in a room that is not mine. I look around confused. I remember my head spinning like crazy and then everything went dark. I try to get up, recognising Arthur's room.

-Easy, you're still not strong enough to get up, Gaius said to be careful. That in your condition you shouldn't get tired- it's my husband's voice the first thing I hear, a few seconds later it appears in my field of view. Between his hands he has a tray full of food and puts it on my legs before arranging my pillow and asking me how I feel. As an answer I move the head up and down, scrutinising what's on the tray.

-I asked the cook to prepare your favourite dishes and brought them to you so you don't have to get out of bed- explains noticing my obvious confusion. I mention a smile before murmuring a thank you and drink some orange juice. Silence reigns for a few moments.

-Why didn't you tell me, (Y/N)?- Arthur asks while I'm chewing some meat. Judging by the sunlight it must be early afternoon. I feel disoriented and I would like to burst into tears in front of his disappointed look, so I down mine.

-I wasn't sure until the night of the party. When I returned to my room, an illness struck me while talking to Morgana and Gaius came to check my health. He gave me the confirmation and... I was thinking about the right way to tell you, the perfect opportunity. I didn't want to bother you as with the party- I murmur in a low voice, Arthur doesn't answer me right away, in fact he takes his place by my side, on the free side of the bed. Hunger has passed so I move the tray away but he puts it back on my legs.

-I'm sorry, I was insensitive. Ever since we got married, I've done everything to keep you away from me, hiding behind my duties, because I was afraid. I remember my father's suffering when my mother died, she accompanied him for much of my childhood, and even now when someone appoints her, sadness can be seen in his eyes. I didn't want us to bond sentimentally because I'm terrified that what happened to them could happen to us, I was convinced that if I kept you away... we could become friends and nothing more- he confides and when I look up, in the middle of his speech, I meet his gaze full of regret and sadness.

-But with Gwen you don't seem to be so terrified- I comment, playing with a piece of bread next to the meat still almost completely intact. Arthur watches me confused, for a few moments.

-Gwen?- he questions, in fact, before he widens his eyes as if he just understood and bursts out laughing. Is he making fun of me? With red cheeks from humiliation I take the tray off my legs again and get up, but he immediately stops the laughter, gets out of bed and runs to my side to stop me. When I try to push him away he grabs me by the arms and, taking advantage of my momentary weakness, imprisons me against his body.

-Please don't leave. There is nothing between me and Gwen. Believe me- he talks with his face a few centimetres from mine, my breath breaks, I look him in the eyes and I would like to believe him. With all my heart. But I can't.

-Don't make fun of me, Arthur, I see the complicity between you, and I hear how the women of the realm talk about you when they think I'm not listening. It's already quite humiliating like that, I don't need you to lie to me shamelessly- furious comment, I try to squirm again, but Arthur blocks my arms behind my back and, in doing so, our faces come even closer. I hold my breath, feeling my stomach upside down.

-There is nothing between me and Gwen, (Y/N)- he repeats, without taking his eyes off mine. I feel the mattress pressing against the back of my legs but I don't fall on it because Arthur is holding me against his chest. The intense look chained to mine, his fresh scent enters my nostrils, while the sun coming in through the window surrounds him almost as if he were an angel.

-So why are you always with her? You talk, laugh, why do you do with her what I would like you to do with me so much? Why do you let them talk about me in the realm like the unsuspecting stupid and betrayed wife? - I ask, breathless for the discussion but also for the closeness. Arthur breathes deeply before answering.

-I didn't think you listened to the rumours- he just murmur, with a bitter laugh I take advantage of his loosening his grip on me and forcefully push him away so I can leave, but he grabs me from behind, clutching me from the waist. My back against his chest, as he shakes my hands to hold me steady and weaves our fingers over my belly, where right now our baby is forming. He puts his forehead against my neck.

-Believe me, there is nothing between me and Gwen. She feels something for Merlin and I'm helping her conquering him- he murmurs against my skin, his warm breath gives me chills -and she helps me, because it's since you became my wife a month ago that I've been constantly torn between keeping you away to protect you and running to you to hold you in my arms, even if only to breathe your scent, which is so good. When you asked to have your private rooms I was about to deny it, I didn't understand why you wanted to stay away from me. Gwen explained to me that it was my behaviour that hurt you and, despite asking me to talk to you and clarify with you, I didn't listen to her and I was a fool. Please believe me if I tell you that there is nothing between me and her- add slightly tightening the grip around my body. I let myself go slightly against him, leaning my head back against his shoulder. I close my eyes, holding back tears of relief. It's not true that he loves Gwen.

-Can you forgive me? I promise that from now on I will spend all my time winning you back- he whispers moving his face from my neck and starting to leave kisses along my cheek and on my temple. I turn around in his arms and open my eyes to look at him. He is already looking at me, full of hope.

-You will put an end to the rumours that go around about us- I start talking, he nods. -And when we are in public you will never talk to me again like at the party- I add, he nods leaning his forehead against mine, murmuring a series of "I promise you". I place one hand on his chest.

-When I do something for the palace, I always strive to help the people as well. I would never have let them starve while we were feasting- I still talk, he squeezes me from the hips and inhales my scent

-I'm sorry, I was a fool- he murmurs against my ear, then leaves me a little kiss. -Will you go back to share the room with me?- he asks right after, a trembling breath escapes from my mouth.

-Yes, I'll be back to share the room with you. But until the baby is born, you will never leave me alone. I'm terrified- I whisper letting my fingers slip through his hair. He raises his face to look at me again and smiles.

-I will never leave you again, even when the baby is born. I promise- he whispers and waits for me to give him consent before kissing me. For the first time, since the wedding day, our lips meet in a sweet, delicate way, full of feeling, instead of hasty, during a relationship that once concluded will take us even further away. Arthur squeezes me against him, moaning in my mouth, and smiling in the kiss.

-But now eat, we don't want what happened last night to happen again, don't we?- he asks when he gets away from me and helps me get back to bed. I see him walking towards the door and I frown.

-Where are you going?- I ask when he is on the threshold, he turns to me without stopping smiling

-I’ll order to prepare your things to come back here. Then I will come to you and help you eat, you're still weak. And I will warn my father that for the rest of the day I will be here to take care of my wife and our future baby- his words warm my heart, and my stomach fills with warmth especially because he really does. He orders the servants to prepare my things, talks to his father and then comes back to me, letting me lean against his chest and feeding me slowly, until I eat everything he had brought. Since then the rumours circulating in court have ceased, and Arthur and I make up for lost time by being together every moment when he is not committed to his duties. Finally everything is fine.

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keepthedaydreamsalive · 6 months

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a/n: My anxiety has been through the roof during October. I wrote this as a comfort to myself and hopefully to others.

summary: Arthur + John comforting you during a panic attack.

warnings: mention of anxiety, depressive thoughts, angst, swearing

gn! reader

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"Morning, y/n." Jack was playing with sticks when you were passing by him, greeting you cheerfully. It confused him when you didn't say anything back because you always do. You'll even stop to ask what he was doing and ask how he was feeling. Not today though.

It wasn't just Jack. You barely said a word to anyone, just walking past them.

Hosea had noticed something was off with you. He watched as you walked away from camp, almost out of sight. The old man went to Arthur and John, asking them both to go check up on you. He knew that you were close with the two men, hoping that they were of comfort to you.

You kept walking until you were sure no one could see you. It was one of those days when everything in the world sat on your chest, and you had no idea what to do or how to stop the feeling.

Sometimes you were able to ignore it but today was not that day. You fell to your knees, hands clasped over your chest as you began to hyperventilate.

You heard John calling out your name. Your eyes went wide, you didn't want him or anyone to see you in this state. You didn't want them to see you lose your shit.

You tried to get back up on your feet but you couldn't. You felt like you were stuck. Your body was betraying you.

Arthur was the first to spot you. His heart ached when he saw the state you were in. Eyes red from crying, the way your body trembled, and the broken gasps that escaped from your mouth.

"Please," you pleaded in between breaths, "I-I can't, I don't know, I can't-"

Arthur and John kneeled beside you, soothing you with their voices. Arthur had his hand rubbing your back, while the other was on your chest. He instructed you to breathe in, breathe out.

"Just listen to my voice."

John took hold of your hand, telling you to squeeze it tight. You did what you were told. Anything to get this feeling to go away.

It took some time but eventually, you were breathing normally again. You were light-headed but that horrible knot in your chest was gone.

After a moment, Arthur spoke up, "Were you always doing this alone?"

You nodded.

"You idiot," John scoffed. "Why didn't you come to us?"

"I didn't want anyone to think I was weak..." you admitted.

Arthur pulled you into his side, holding you close as he rubbed your arm soothingly.

"Oh, you poor thing. I've seen you do things not even John and I could face."

"Anyone who thought you were weak is a dumbass and they'll have a word with my pistol." John grinned.

That made you laugh lightly, feeling more tears come out but not out of sadness, out of relief.

The two men held you as you found comfort in their arms,

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a/n: It might come off corny but sometimes you need some fluff + comfort >:0

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i-hate-people-1 · 6 months

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For the good of Camelot.

Arthur x reader/Gwaine x reader/Arthur x Guinevere / platonic Merlin x reader

You and Arthur are told you are to be wed by the end of the month the only problem is your respective lovers Gwaine and Guinevere.

Warnings this is really angsty kind of bittersweet ending.

Anybody else still obsessed with a show that ended in 2012 no just me? Okay. anyways the is a BBC Merlin fic because there is simply not enough of it out there

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“You can’t do this father!” Arthur exclaimed hands slamming on the table as he stood from his seat.

“I am your father and the king of Camelot I can do as I wish!” Uther yelled back standing from his seat as well “And you and y/n are to be wed for the good of the kingdom and its people if you are to be king one day you must realize that you have to make sacrifices you are no longer a child you are a man and I expect you to act as such!”

Arthur opened his mouth but quickly shut it when his father brought his hand up telling Arthur to silence.

Uther turned his head to you “And what say you of this arrangement?”

You sucked in a sharp breath as much as you wanted to speak out you were not in such a position as Arthur to speak out against the king so swallowing the lump in your throat thickly “I will do as you wish sire” you replied as a silent tear fell down your cheek.

Arthur scoffed not at you but at his father and what he was proposing “Fath-“ Arthur started.

“Silence I will have no more debate about this matter!” Uther shouted “I will begin making preparations with y/n’s father tomorrow” he stated walking out of the room.

As soon as Uther left the room Arthur’s shoulders slumped “Way to have my back there” Arthur scolded you as if you were a child.

“You think I want this? I do not have the luxury of speaking against the King Arthur” you snap back storming out of the room to your chambers.

“Y/N” you heard him sigh as you exited you ignored him.

You had been staying in Camelot as a guest for about a year you can’t help but think that this had been your father's plan this whole time. You and Arthur had met in your childhoods and had always been close though not in the way your fathers wanted it would seem.

“Y/N?” you heard a knock and Arthur’s voice pulling you from your thoughts.

“Come in”

“I’m sorry about earlier,” Arthur told you eyes turned towards the floor “I know you can not speak against my father and it was wrong of me to be upset with you”

“It’s okay Arthur” you replied patting the spot on your bed beside you.

“So we are to be wed” he sighed taking the spot on the bed.

“It would seem so” you chuckled dryly. “What are we going to tell Gwaine and Gwen?” You asked softly.

“I will get us out of the Y/N I swear it,” Arthur told you.

“And if you can’t?” You questioned as the tears you were holding back began to fall

“Then I also swear this to you” Arthur started moving to kneel in front of you grabbing your hands gently as his eyes found yours “If I can not get us out of this and we are to be wed I will make you comfortable all the days of my life and I will do everything in my power to make you happy I can’t make you love me but I will love you I swear it” Arthur finished eyes never leaving yours.

He brought a hand to your cheek gently wiping the tears from your eyes and offering you a small smile before standing and leaving your room.

***

You were awakened by a knock on your door you had fallen asleep in your clothes crying.

“Come in” you replied rubbing the sleep from your eyes as Merlin entered your chambers.

“Arthur told me what happened last night he’s gone to try and reason with the king he sent me to check on you I figured you’d be hungry” Merlin fumbled as he sat the plate on the table making himself busy.

“Thank you Merlin you’ve always been kind to me” you offered him a small smile as you sat.

“Of course, you’re my friend” Merlin shrugged.

“And you are mine please sit I couldn’t possibly eat all this by myself” You gestured for him to take the seat beside you.

The two of you ate in silence for a minute before Merlin broke it “How are you doing?” He asked.

“As well as I can be” you paused taking a deep breath “I only hope Arthur can get us out of it” You sighed as if summoned Arthur burst into the room.

“My Father won’t listen to reason he says we will be wed within the month” Arthur paced the room.

You bit back the tears refusing to cry again.

“We must tell Guinevere and Gwaine before it is announced they should hear it from us,” you told him as his pacing stopped.

“Very well,” Arthur said walking out of the room.

“Goodbye Y/N,” Merlin told you exiting to follow his master.

***

You and Arthur had decided to tell them together thinking that it might be nice to have the support so Merlin arranged for you all to meet at Gwen’s house Arthur had practically begged Merlin to come with you making an excuse about how a prince needs his servant at all time but you knew he just wanted him there Merlin was after all his closest friend.

When you arrived Gwen and Gwaine were sitting at her table they had been talking as you entered but quickly stopped when they saw you.

“Darling, are you alright?” Gwaine rushed towards you checking for any injuries or something that could be physically wrong with you sighed in relief when he saw nothing pulling you In for a hug “Merlin said it was urgent” When you didn’t respond he pulled away eyes widening when he saw the tears falling down your face “Y/N?” He questioned grabbing your face in his hands.

“Gwaine I think you should sit down” Arthur spoke as he pulled a seat out for Gwen.

“What did you do to her Arthur?” Gwaine asked moving towards the prince.

“Gwaine please sit,” you said grabbing his arm before he could do anything. He looked back at you before hesitantly taking a seat as you went to stand by Arthur.

“There’s no easy way to say this so I’ll just come out with it our fathers have arranged for us to be married,” Arthur said letting out a breath.

“Then refuse!” Gwen yelled standing up and surprising all of you with the outburst “I’m sorry” Gwen apologized as she sat back down.

“Don’t apologize Guinevere” Arthur sighed

Before explaining “I tried my father is having none of it he says we are to be wed by the end of the month”

As Arthur was talking to Gwen Gwaine stood from the table going to leave.

“Gwaine” you called moving towards him

“I just need some time,” he said walking out you went to follow him before Merlin grabbed your arm gently.

“Give him some space,” he said gently.

Gwen and Arthur were talking in hushed tones before Gwen turned towards you.

“I’m so sorry Gwen” was all you could manage before a sob racked your body.

“I think it’s best if you all leave” Guinevere whispered holding tears of her own back.

Merlin simply nodded leading you out of the house back to the palace Arther following behind.

Once Arthur and Merlin got you back to your quarters and made sure you were okay they left you.

Now you were left with your thoughts tossing and turning trying to escape them long enough to fall asleep sighing when you had no such luck.

You only found a semblance of relief when you heard a knock at your window knowing it was Gwaine's as this was a regular thing he did the relief was quickly replaced with anxiety as you walked to the window to let him in.

“May I come inside my lady?” Gwaine as you opened the window stepping aside to let him in walking towards the bed.

“I was worried about you,” you told him in a whisper.

“I know darling I’m sorry I just need some time to cool down it’s not every day you’re told that the woman you love is marrying one of your closest friends” Gwaine chuckled dryly, Trying to bring some semblance of humor to your predicament.

“We could run away,” you said.

Gwaine sighed as he sat beside you “The king would find us execute me and force you to marry Arthur”

“Then what are we to do?” You asked helplessly.

“You have to go through with it for your sake I could not bare anything happening to you because of my foolishness,” he told you arm wrapping around you as he kissed your forehead gently.

“You have to promise me you’ll move on and find happiness with someone else for I cannot bare the thought of you spending your days in misery for my sake,” you told him gabbing his face in your hands and resting his forehead on your own.

“I’m afraid I can make no such promise for a fear I am destined to love you all the days of my life,” Gwaine said tears finally making their way down his face

“And I you but you must try” you started biting back tears of your own “For me please” you finished.

“I will try for you” Gwaine finally agreed.

You sat like that for a while foreheads rested against one another’s as silent tears fell down your cheeks.

You don’t remember who made the motion to lay down only that you had fallen asleep holding each other for perhaps the last time.

You awoke to a thumb gently stroking your cheek Gwaine's soft scratchy morning voice filling your eyes “Wake up darling I’m afraid I must go” he kissed your forehead lingering for a moment before pulling away eyes finding your tired ones before he looked away leaving the bed.

You got up to follow him to the window opening it for him hesitantly as he slipped his boots on.

He kissed your forehead once more before he began climbing out of the window.

“Gwaine,” you said making him pause his movements to look back at you as soon as he did you pulled him in for a kiss.

A kiss you hoped would convey your affection and feelings for him tell him how much you loved him and how much he meant to you and as he kissed back you felt him saying all those things too.

“Goodbye Y/N” Gwaine whispered as he pulled away.

“Goodbye Gwaine” you offered the biggest smile you could muster he simply nodded eyes lingering on you before he turned and made his way out of the window.

It was your understanding that Gwen and Arthur had had a night much like yours a last calm together before the storm Arthur never asked you about your night nor you his. It was something only you lovers would know and you both intended it to stay that way.

***

After a long month, the time for the ceremony had come. Your father and mother had traveled from their kingdom for this.

“You look beautiful my love,” your mother told you as the maid finished getting you ready it was the first time she’d seen you in your dress “Please leave us I’d like a moment alone with my daughter,” she asked the maids noticing your discomfort.

“I am sorry you were born into this my darling” she spoke once the maids had left “It’s not fair and I wish it could be different but I am so proud of you and the woman you’ve become and I know you will make an excellent queen one day” she finished kissing your forehead.

“I love you, Mother,” you told her hugging her tightly a few stray tears falling.

“Oh come now you shouldn’t cry on your wedding day I’ll give you a moment to yourself,” she told you leaving one last kiss on your cheek before exiting.

There was a gentle knock on your door as Merlin peaked his head in the room “I was told to come to fetch you the ceremony is about to start” he said stepping inside and offering you a hand “I know it doesn’t help but you look beautiful my lady” Merlin said as you walked down the hall towards you father waiting at the door.

“Thank you Merlin you are a good friend to me and Arthur,” you told him kissing his cheek softly as you made it to your father his cheeks burned bright red at the gesture bright smile never left his face.

And with that, you took your father's arm walking through the door towards your soon-to-be husband.

Arthur could not lie his breath hitched when he saw you you looked absolutely breathtaking.

As you made it to the alter your father let you go shaking Arthur’s hand with a whisper to take care of you before joining your mother and Uther on the front row.

“You look beautiful,” Arthur told you kissing your cheek and offering a head to help you up the altar.

“You look handsome as well” you smiled. Before the officiant cleared his throat starting the ceremony.

You blacked out at that moment your brain only coming back in to focus as the officiant asked Arthur if he took you to be his wife “I do” Arthur answered eyes never leaving yours as the man asked you the same “I do” You said trying to show as much confidence and bravery as Arthur had and has throughout this whole thing.

“By the power vested in me by God and the church of Camelot, I now pronounce you husband and wife Prince Arthur you may kiss you bride” As the man finished speaking Arthur took your face in his hands gently as if you would break were he to rough and pulled you in for a kiss.

The kiss was soft and surprisingly sweet it

it was a kiss that conveyed that while this may not be what either of you had planned you were still going to do everything in your power to make the other happy.

As quickly as it had come this kiss was over as you both pulled away surprisingly sad that it had ended so quickly but you both gained your composure as you turned towards the crowd hand in hand ready to face this new challenge with the other by your side.

“I give you Arthur and Y/N Pendragon prince and princess of Camelot!”

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okay-j-hannah · 1 year

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BBC Merlin Masterlist

Adventures in Camelot 🐲⚔

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Merlin Emrys

Part 1: Jade: In the desolate kingdom of Viridian, a mysterious girl is found by Arthur and Merlin - the latter taking a liking to her immediately

Part 2: Emerald: You’ve found yourself stuck between secrets, including an arranged marriage and discovering Merlin’s magic

Part 3: Veridian: It’s a race against time to get you back to Viridian before Merlin loses yet another person he loves

They Meet You And Your Powers - Preference

They Love You’re Curvy - Preference

Arthur Pendragon

They Love You’re Curvy - Preference

#merlin fanfic #bbc merlin #merlin emrys #merlin #merlin x y/n #merlin x you #bbc merlin x reader #merlin x reader #arthur pendragon x reader #Arthur Pendragon #arthur x y/n #arthur x you #arthur x reader

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toxiccluvvv · 2 years

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Our Maid;

Pairing: Arthur Pendragon and Gilthunder

Content warning: Degrading

Word count: 1.1k words

Readers sex: Female

Summary: how the males of sds treat their maids (really thinking about getting rid of summary’s😭 they a bitch.)

This is a anonymous request!

I’m backkkk ;)

Masterlist

Arthur-

Being king is a busy job, Arthur didn’t realize how much help he had gotten around his house when he was gone.

You can image the shock the man had when he came home to a spotless home after leaving it a mess, he examined ever clean room, genuinely wondering how it got like this.

“Welcome home King Arthur!” One of the chefs spoke entering the room the king stood in, “Hello James! What happened to the house? I don’t remember leaving it like this.” Arthur asked confused.

The chef laughed as he walked into the kitchen, “(Y/n) cleaned the house once you left.” (Y/n)? Arthur had no idea who that was, this only raised his suspicion more.

“James, who’s (y/n)?” Arthur asked catching up to the chef, the chef began to pull out food as he spoke, “She’s your personal maid, I’m shocked nobody told you about her. She’s a shy girl, so I’m not shocked you haven’t noticed. She stays down the hall from you.” The chef spoke with a smile as he began to prepare tonight’s dinner.

Arthur thanked the man before walking toward the stairs, he was now determined to meet the maid he never knew about. When he arrived at your door, he didn’t hesitate to knock.

You hesitated to open the door thinking it was a mistake, but you were met with the king. You blushed looking down, his presence is enough to make you flustered.

You folded your arms over your stomach, “Hello King Arthur!” You spoke nervously. “Hello Dear, I hear your name is (Y/n), you’re my personal maid?” He asked with a bright smile.

“Yes.. that’s me..” you spoke still refusing to look up at him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you! I didn’t know someone so beautiful lived near me!” He exclaimed with a smile.

You looked up at the man still blushing, shocked when you saw him staring at you and your body. “It’s a pleasure, my lord.” You went to bow, but he stopped you. “No reason for formalities, what are you doing this evening?” He asked boldly.

You examined the man’s eyes to see if he was joking; there was no sign of amusement on his face. “I have no plans.. I finished my cleaning this morning.” You spoke truthfully.

“Great! Meet me in the dinning room at 8 tonight!” He beamed before walking away; you were confused. What caused the sudden interest, you were just his maid..

When it was 8 you walked down the steps, still obviously in your head about the man’s sudden interest. “I’m just some cubby maid who works here, I’m nothing important.” You spoke to yourself

Your thoughts were interrupted when you smacked into someone’s chest; before you could hit the ground you were pulled into the same chest that you bumped into.

“I’m sorry dear!” The man spoke with a blush appearing on his face.

“It’s okay! It’s my fault, I wasn’t paying attention!” You spoke looking down at the ground with an embarrassed blush spreading across your cheeks.

“Why is a beautiful girl like you always looking down?” The man asked as he lifted your chin so he could see your face. You practically whimpered at the man’s touch, “I don’t know..” you whispered.

“Let’s go get dinner beautiful.” He spoke leading you to the kitchen.

The night was beautiful; he got to know you, you got to know him, there were many laughs shared along with many flirtatious remarks.

Arthur has never had such a time, you were honestly becoming the light of his life, and he loved it.

Gilthunder-

Gil has always watched over you; you grew up with Elizabeth and him and eventually became the maid of the castle.

You grew up in poverty, so when you arrived at the kingdom, the king accepted you with open arms. He did ask if you could be the maid later on down the line, but you took no offense to it.

You have always been attracted to the pink haired boy growing up, but you have always been insecure, so you never thought he’d look your way.

Little did you know he was always looking your way, you were just oblivious. You were always so focused on the ground, you never saw the looks to see the very obvious loving glances.

You were currently cleaning the dinning room, there were a group of holy knights watching you, while laughing among each other. “Damn, she’s a fatass.” One remarked, “no she has a fat ass” another spoke as they all laughed.

You heard the demeaning comments, but you ignored them as you’ve always done. This isn’t the first time this has happened, and you’re sure it won’t be the last.

Gil on the other hand; didn’t take to kindly to the rude remarks. He walked up to the crowd, “don’t you scum have more to do then just watch and disrespect her?” Gil asked the men.

The crowd turned to him with an angry aura surrounding them, “we are far from scum, we are the almighty holy knights, if we want to watch this fatass, we can.” One spoke with a laugh.

“You’re all just perverts, with no real life. Leave, before I make you.” Gil spoke with a growl as he stepped closer to the man who seemed to love running his mouth.

“Or what?” The man in the crowd spoke, as Gil raised his hand to punch the man, you ran over and caught his fist, “Gil! No! It’s okay!” You yelled looking at the man with tears in your eyes.

“It’s not okay! They should never say such untruthful things about you.” He spoke looking into your bright eyes. “I’m used to it Gil.. nothing to change..” you whisperer looking down at the two of your feet.

“Nothing to change? How about we go tell the king, I’m sure he’d love to hear how these scum have been treating you.” He growled as he looked at the crowd of men STILL checking you out.

Gil has had enough, he pulls out his sword and raises it at the men, “I suggest you all stop staring at her, and leave. I WILL no hesitate to end you all in the crowd you stand in.” Gil growled pulling you into his chest.

That seemed to do it for the men, so they all fled the scene in fear. Gil gently pulled you from his chest, “are you okay love?” He asked gently putting a strand of hair that fell in your face, behind your ear.

You looking into the man’s captivating eyes, and couldn’t really seem to stop yourself. You were leaning in, praying that you weren’t reading the situation wrong.

The man smiled before grabbing your lower back, pulls your body closer to his, he grabs your chin softly, then connects the two of your lips together.

The passion behind the kiss is unforgettable, this is what you want for the rest of your life, Gil is all you’ll need.

#sds Gilthunder #sds arthur #gilthunder #gilthunder x reader #Gilthunder x y/n #Gilthunder fluff #arthur pendragon #Arthur x y/n #Arthur x you #Arthur x reader #seven deadly sins #sds fluff

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mysticaldeanvoidhorse · 2 years

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Coming Home

Arthur x reader

requested by @daynaelizabethclairereynolds sorry this took forever!

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You and Arthur had had your ups and downs. But wasn’t that the case with any member of the Shelby clan? You had known Arthur since before the war, and he had asked you to be his girl before he left, and it was a quick yes from you. You had sustained your relationship through letters and when he returned he wasted no time in proposing. It was the easiest yes you had ever said. You and Polly were very close, and it felt like you gained a mother in law when you said I do. But it wasn’t always a great time. Arthur was always busy with the business and it always came first. Nothing and no one ever changed that. You had accepted that you would always come second, but not after having many arguments. It had gotten to a point where you had threatened to leave. You honestly thought you might, but when Arthur came home in the middle of the night, yet again, it was different. He wasn’t drunk or upset, which was unusual so you knew it was serious. He told you that the Business would always have to come first, but that didn’t mean he didn’t love you with all he had. It stung to hear it out loud even though you knew it to be the truth. But having been part of the family and business for so long, it wasn’t surprising. You talked long and hard, and after many tears, kisses, and proclamations of love, you knew that you would never leave him. Life as a Shelby and better, Arthur’s wife, was so much better than not being with him at all. After you had come to accept your role, things had gotten a little better. Then the Russians came.

You had agreed with Polly that Tommy was in over his head, but Arthur stood beside him as always. It was nice to see how loyal your husband was, even if it wasn’t to you. But you had moved beyond that. Moved beyond it so much that you found yourself pregnant and scared shitless. You had talked about having a family but this was still a surprise. You weren’t sure you would be a good mother and were scared that you wouldn’t know what to do especially if Arthur was killed. You weren’t naive, you knew that Arthur probably wouldn’t grow old, the question was, how old would he get? Polly had assured you that you would be a good mum and that she would help you through it. However, you weren’t entirely past the fear, especially when you met the priest, who seemed too excited that you might have a boy. You only told the family you were pregnant but you had gotten to a point where it was obvious.

Tommy was always off somewhere, you weren’t ever sure where but your concern was when Arthur went with him. When he left to visit the princess in her home, you tried to not let it show that you didn’t like the idea of him being there. You knew that he loved you and that he always would, but you also knew that they would do anything necessary and your mind raced with the possibilities of what all that could mean. You never asked, and he never said.

“Just…be careful. This baby needs its father, and I need you more.” You told him as he was getting ready to leave with John and Tommy. He just wrapped you in his arms and placed his forehead on yours.

“I will always come back to you, love. You never have to worry about that.” His hand rested on your belly.

“I just want you here with me, always. And the bloody hormones make me want you all the more.” You had been serious, but he smirked.

“You want me, eh? Can’t get enough?” His hands started to roam.

“Arthur, you know it’s even worse now that I am pregnant. Don’t tease me unless you can follow through. This is your bloody fault anyway.” You whined. He just let out a breath and chuckled.

“When I get back, I will make it up to you, I promise. So fooking beautiful carrying my child, yeah?” You reached up and kissed him, to which he furiously responded with the intensity that he always had.

The family meetings kept getting worse; no one listening to the next person and everyone knowing that they were in over their heads. You had had enough.

“That’s enough!! Bloody hell.” You shouted, getting everyone’s attention. You weren’t the one to cause a scene but someone had to end this.

“Love?” Arthur asked, putting his hand on yours, to which you immediately latched on to.

“You all are acting completely irrational and emotional. And I am the pregnant one.” You said to everyone, pointedly. “This is not the time to turn on each other. Yes, Tommy is in over his head but continuing to tell him doesn’t change that.” You directed at Polly. “And Polly is smart, she can help if only you would let her, or anyone else for that matter.” You said to Tommy. “You have had your brains bashed in and we are lucky you are alive, but even you are smart enough to know that this is different from any other job. These are bloody Russians who follow no one’s rules, not even their own. So here is the deal. You let us help you, and then we might all survive this once the whole bloody affair is over.” Everyone stayed silent, even Tommy. You sighed again.

“You always have a plan, Tommy. So what is it? How can we help? Start from the beginning.” You kept eye contact with him and he knew you were being serious.

“The woman has a point. Alright here is what I need you to do. John, Arthur, I need you to go down to the train station….” And finally the plan was known and you finally let yourself hope that you might win this war.

You had spoke too soon. With all the stress, knowing what kind of man the priest was, what the plan was to get little Charlie back, All the boys having to face their worst nightmares again though they deserved so much more…it was all too much. This had caused you to go into labor early. You had just thought it was pains, until you couldn’t take it. You had managed to get to Polly’s and she immediately knew what was wrong and started to put you in bed. You kept asking for Arthur, knowing he was about to do one of the hardest things in his life. You didn’t want that for him, but Tommy needed everyone where they were so you didn’t put up too much of a fight, selfishly wanting only John there but knowing you really didn’t want either Shelby to face it alone.

This thought only helped a little. When you were screaming in pain you wanted to curse Arthur and all the Shelbys, but mostly you just wanted him here with you. You just hoped he would come home in one piece.

Arthur’s POV

John and I were setting up the rigging to blow up the train, and all I kept thinking about was how wrong it was. I just wanted to be home with my girl. It got worse when we finished and I no longer had anything to distract me. We sat in the office not saying a word, both wishing we could do anything but be here. Then the train pulled in. I told John how I wanted to go to heaven then my little brother was kind enough to say he would do it for me. I steeled myself and told him.

“I told Tommy I would do it, I’ll do it.” I wasn’t going to let Tommy down because I didn’t want to do something. I trusted him with everything and if he said to do it, I would. I just hoped when I was rotting in hell my sweet wife would spare me a thought now and then.

“Arthur wait!”

BANG

Y/N POV

BANG!

The door burst open and Ada came in, having gotten Polly’s message. She was worried for you, not wanting your birth to go anything like hers with Karl’s. It was nice that she would come, but it was not who you wanted to see.

“Where the bloody hell is he??” You shrieked, holding tighter to Polly. Ada traded places with her so she could assist the entrance to this world of your little bundle.

What felt like days later, you finally heard the cry of your little one. Finally seeing the baby made all the pain worth it. You forgot about Arthur for a second as you were given your baby to hold but when you saw his eyes, you knew this was Arthur’s face. How rude of him to take after his father when he hardly did any of the work.

Right before sunrise, the door was opened softly and you didn’t want to look, not wanting to be disappointed if it wasn’t your husband. But thank God it was. He looked more tired than you had ever seen him, but also with wonder. You weren’t supposed to have this baby for a while yet so it was a shock to him to hear that the one night he couldn’t be home, he needed to be. The forever embedded look of guilt came upon his face again.

“Hello love” He whispered to you.

“Arthur” You breathed, just happy to finally see him. He joined you on the bed, holding your hand and started to apologize. You were worn out and didn’t want to be mad but you couldn’t help it. Hormones were still raging. He saw the cradle next to the bed and walked around to look at the baby. HIS baby. He just looked over and didn’t move. He was unsure what to do.

“What is his name?” he asked, after some silence. Not being able to hold back the snarky remark you said,

“I was thinking Arthur again, because then Arthur can still be with me when Arthur can’t.” Slightly pleased with your petty answer. The truth was you had talked about it and told him you liked the idea of carrying his name. It didn’t have to be after his SOB of a father but after the wonderful man you married. He wasn’t entirely convinced and no name had ever been settled on.

“I am truly sorry love. I didn’t know and I wish I was here. I hate myself for it.” Grief clouded his eyes and you knew whatever happened tonight had affected him more than any other job Tommy had given him. One day maybe he would open up but you knew not to press him now.

“Don’t hate yourself Arthur. You hate yourself too much already. You are here now and I am just happy that you came home in one piece. I just love you too much, I get upset.” He just let out a breath not thinking this is what you would say. He still believed you would kick him out at any given chance. He picked up his son and sat next to you and you put your hand on his arm, having sat up.

“I don’t deserve you love.” He said, kissing the head of your child. You sat closer, resting your head on his shoulder, not saying anything. “I don’t want his name to be Arthur though. Two Arthurs in this family are fucked up and he doesn’t deserve that as his legacy. We should call him William.” You smiled. Clearly he had thought of the name before even though he hadn’t told you.

“I like that. William Shelby. But at least let his middle name be Arthur. You are a wonderful man and will be a wonderful father. He deserves the have the name of such an amazing man.” You looked up at him with so much love, tears began to form in his eyes.

“I love you so much Y/N” You smiled and he reached down to place a tender kiss on your lips.

“William Arthur Shelby, welcome to the family little one.” You both placed a kiss on his head.

There would be many more days of pain and sorrow ahead, but in this moment, this night, nothing mattered but the joy you both felt being together and enjoying the blessing of your son.

#arthur x reader #Arthur Shelby #arthur x y/n #arthur x you #Peaky Blinders #peaky blinder #peaky blinder x reader

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mclqren · 24 days

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THE LECLERC CHRONICLES ★ F1 GRID

PAIRING ✦ charles leclerc x fem!younger sister!reader ; f1 grid x fem!leclerc!reader

SUMMARY ✦ you're the younger sister of charles leclerc, and your relationship with the rest of the f1 grid has the internet going crazy [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing

REQUESTED ✦ here!

NOTES ✦ reader is 22 years old, and the youngest leclerc sibling. this one is a bit shorter than my other smaus, sorry for that! the fc i've used is lexi jayde, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

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yourusername it's tough work being the hottest leclerc 🤷‍♀️

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user1 UGH SHE'S SO PERFECT

user2 my fav leclerc sibling!!

charles_leclerc the caption 🤔🤔

yourusername am i lying though?? 😘

arthur_leclerc i think you are!

yourusername i think it's just you (& charles) who think that!

landonorris so what's the crown for then?

yourusername because im a queen. i need no other reason 😊👑

landonorris self proclaimed queen or-?

yourusername im queen of the grid, now bow down, bitch!

alex_albon you don't even drive-???

yourusername stop it rn or i'll tell charles to ram into both of you on the track 😊❤️❤️

georgerussell who are the flowers from 🤨🤨

yourusername my man, who else?

georgerussell okay be honest now y/n...who are they from.

yourusername and if i told you ur girlfriend then what 🤷‍♀️

carmenmmundt only woman i need 😘😘

georgerussell WOAHHH SLOW YOUR ROLL GUYS

carlossainz55 loving the sunglasses, y/n! 😎😎

yourusername awww you type like such a dad but ur forgiven bc ur my fav ferrari driver 💗

charles_leclerc helloo i'm your older brother??

yourusername hey, i'm still allowed to have my favorites!

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yourusername bahrain weekend woohooo!! TEAM LECLERC (third slide is for motivation ❤️)

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user3 THE THIRD SLIDE IM WHEEZING

user4 SHE'S SO FUCKING FUNNY

charles_leclerc the last slide??? im telling maman ☹️

maxverstappen1 maybe you can beat me with that motivation!

yourusername he speaks the truth charlie soz 🤷‍♀️ AND PLS DONT TELL MAMAN IM SORRY

francisca.cgomes ur sooo 😍😍

yourusername leave pierre for me rn. im richer i swear

pierregasly huh?

yourusername see, not a thought behind those eyes! run away w me bbg 😘

francisca.cgomes okay you've convinced me, give me ten minutes x

yourusername HAAA GOT UR GIRL GASLY

landonorris the coat in bahrain weather??

oscarpiastri how is she surviving??

yourusername a girl does what a girl has to do 🤷‍♀️ maybe you should both take fashion tips from me anyway xx

charles_leclerc you aren't being rude are you y/n?!

yourusername noooo!! im offering friendly advice 😊

lance_stroll i wonder who bought you the first shirt...🤨

yourusername my rich nepo baby friend, thanks again boo 😘

lance_stroll wowww you're literally a nepo baby sister idk what ur on about

yourusername im actually famous for my incredible looks & witty humor, not my fugly brothers

charles_leclerc why are you so rude to us ☹️

yourusername it comes from a place of love 💗

logansargeant i wonder whose sunglasses you're wearing?!

yourusername idk i just found them!!

yourusername

( caption one: the third wheel lifestyle is NOTTT for the weak 😔 + tags | caption two: yeah i took this photo asw. can they stop being so fucking happy please it's making me depressed 😔 )

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yourusername who needs a man when you have kika 😘 ( ps no clue who the other people in the last pic were, but whatevs )

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user5 the y/n lifestyle is something i needddd

user6 SO REAL FOR THIS

user7 outfitsss!! 😍

francisca.cgomes love you 😘

yourusername LOVE YOU MORE 💗💗

landonorris what on earth were you drinking

yourusername idk but it was fizzy and orangey and it was yum

alex_albon orangey isn't a word ❌

yourusername ACTUALLY ☝️ it is. sooo idk what ur on about mate

pierregasly are you even of age to be drinking

yourusername IM THE SAME AGE AS UR GF??? ur just jelly she prefers me to you

pierregasly ☹️☹️

logansargeant the winnie the pooh shirt 🔥

yourusername do americans even know winnie the pooh...

logansargeant clearly??

charles_leclerc how much did you have to drink

yourusername none of ur concern brother!

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landonorris y/n's signature pose: hands under the chin (she forced me to post this please come save me guys)

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user8 SHE'S SOOO ICONIC

user9 CAPTION LOOLLL LOVE Y/N

yourusername live laugh love me!!

alex_albon is it now...

yourusername SHUT UP ALBONNN IT IS

yourusername guys the caption is a liee i swear he just loves me 💗

landonorris urm who told you that mate

yourusername shut up or i'll send you back to the basement 😁 no one cares enough to save you

georgerussell63 carmen's looking over my shoulder and says y/n's a cutie

yourusername TELL CARMEN I LOVE HER AND TELL HER TO COME OVER TONIGHT 😘😘

pierregasly are you just after everyone's girlfriend then?

yourusername yup! single life = hoe life, @/alex_albon lily's next 😘

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yourusername hey alexa, play art deco by lana del rey ( 📸 @/arthur_leclerc )

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user10 SHE LISTENS TO LANA?

user11 SHE'S ONE OF US FR

user12 the dress wooowwww

charles_leclerc when did you take these 🤨

yourusername don't worry about it 💗

arthur_leclerc we had tons of fun without you ❤️❤️

yourusername ARTHUR DON'T BE MEAN (it's true)

charles_leclerc ☹️☹️☹️

lilymhe 😍😍

yourusername LOVE YOU LILS 💗

yourusername but also ops on leaving alex for me...just for research purposes

alex_albon Y/N STOP IT SHE'S MY GF

yourusername leave me alone im single and sad :(

lance_stroll did i not buy you that dress for christmas

yourusername yes you did!! thanks again lance it was a LOVELY investment 😘

yourusername

( caption one: guess where i am!! 🇦🇺 | caption two: yeah yeah the flag gave it away whatever look at my new best friends 🦒 )

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yourusername aussie aussie aussie... (australians finish the chant)

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user13 she's so perfect

user14 wait is she charles' sister??

user15 yup!! she's the youngest of the leclerc siblings

oscarpiastri coming from an australian...no 🧡

yourusername lucky for me ur not the only australian i know...so!

danielricciardo OI OI OI 🇦🇺🇦🇺

yourusername @/oscarpiastri LOOLLLL POINT MADE

oscarpiastri DANIEL WE'RE MEANT TO BE AUSSIE BUDDIES WHY WOULD YOU BETRAY ME

danielricciardo THE CHANT WAS CALLING TO ME I CANT HELP IT

charles_leclerc FORZA FERRARI

carlossainz55 ❤️❤️❤️

yourusername idk red's not really my color...might have to step into the mclaren paddock next time to see if orange suits me better

charles_leclerc as my sister you can't fraternise with the enemy

yourusername yeah but y/n leclerc does whatever she pleases and right now she wants to wear an orange jacket 🤷‍♀️

landonorris *papaya, not orange

yourusername yeah yeah pls give me a vip paddock pass for japan thank you lan 😘🫶

georgerussell63 the first picture??

yourusername i dropped my ice cream and my WONDERFUL brother decided to capture the moment instead of comforting me ☹️

charles_leclerc it was so funny you just had to be there

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yourusername FERRARI 1-2 I KNOW THAT'S RIGHTTT!! PROUD OF MY BROTHER(S) (and little lando norris congrats on 3rd 😘)

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user16 THE CAPTIONNN BROTHERS IM CRYING

user17 the way she said in a podcast once that carlos being in her life was like having ANOTHER older brother makes me cry its so sweet

user18 FERRARI IS MY RED FLAG YESSS 🚩🚩

charles_leclerc rare post of you being proud of me?

yourusername it's mainly for carlos...but i'm proud of you too i guess!

charles_leclerc but i'm your brother??

yourusername idk ur both my brothers in my eyes 💗💗

carlossainz55 te amo y/n! ❤️

logansargeant embracing your inner cowboy, i see! very american of you 🤠

yourusername RAHHH WHAT IS A KILOMETRE 🦅🦅🦅

lance_stroll nurse, she got out again

yourusername SHUT UP LANCELOT ur just jealous that i prefer america to canada!! ❤️

landonorris thanks for the caption y/n, but are you not looking for a way out of the ferrari paddock...🤨🤨

yourusername unfortunately mr norris i have to be a supportive big sister on days like today, where my dear brother has done an exceptional job at racing. i hope you understand, and i offer you my deepest condolences ❤️

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might make a p2 to this idk :)

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boiohboii · 10 months

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The surprise guest (who had to be protected by the host)

Lando Norris x Leclerc! Reader

After Lando Norris had a make out session with YN Leclerc on his stream, it hadn't been intentional, he had been too scared to come face to face with any of his girlfriend's three older brothers. But when his girlfriend's mother invites him over for dinner, he can't just ignore her

in which Pascale Leclerc invites her daughter's boyfriend (or as she likes to call him, her fourth son) over for a family dinner

N.B: I feel like the humor isn't what most of you expected and I am so sorry, I swear I am funnier irl 😭 hope you guys like it... special thanks to @glai1023-blog and @flowerchild-96 for the idea of mama leclerc doting on Lando

For context

The brothers' reactions to the steamy stream

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YN had always been close to her mother, she always told her about her new hair ideas, how she wants to cook a new recipe and her crushes, so when YN started dating Lando Norris her mother was the first person to know (with the promise of not telling her brothers)

Pascale had met Lando quite a lot in the 9 months that the young couple's relationship had stayed secret from her brothers. To say Pascale adored the young Brit was an understatement.

Pascale Leclerc loved Lando Norris like her own son; she learned all his favorite foods, what are his preferred desserts and the meals he hadn't been able to taste before (so that she could make it for him)

With that being said, the Leclerc parent is always big on family. She had instilled in her childrens' head that even if you are busy, you must have a day each month for a family dinner and that all five members of the Leclerc family must be present.

Except for this month, six members were present at that dinner, and three of them were ready to kick the intruder out if it not had been for their mother hitting them on the back of their heads.

It had all started out normal- well as normal as it could be when just a week ago you had seen your sister making out with her boyfriend on live.

Pascale had been in the kitchen making dinner with the help of YN while the three male Leclercs were too traumatised by last week's events to face their sister. It's not that they didn't want to ask her questions, they really did, they wanted to interrogate her, but whenever they catch a glimpse of her they remember the phone screens showing her and her boyfriend.

Boyfriend. That was one person they would love to meet. Charles could probably know where Lando Norris is whenever he wanted, that was the perks of having the same circle of friends, team workers who were also friends and same bosses. Did he want to talk to him? No. Did he want to beat him? Yes.

The doorbell interrupted the brothers creative imagination of how they could kill the British driver. As Arthur was closest to the door he went up to see who it was, not expecting the one who they murdered 100 different ways in their haeds to be standing at the door with 2 bouquets of flowers, a box of chocolate and a box of what appeared to be a cake.

"Oh, umm, hi?"

Lando was about to piss his pants, he saw that expression change on Arthur's face, and he was the youngest of his girlfriend's brothers. With every second Arthur stared at him his heart rate increased with sweat filling his palms as his throat tightened up.

"Who is it Arthur?"

Shit, fuck. Lando knew that voice all too well, and he was not ready to have his head nailed to the front of the paddock for everyone to see.

"Oh dear, hello my son, Arthur move out of the way."

The gentle voice of Pascale Leclerc stopped any and all movements in the living room.

"SON!"

The three Leclercs exclaimed in sync, looking at the young brit with wide eyes and clenched jaws.

The boys' anger increased as they watched their mother fuss over the boy, thanking him for the flowers as she called their sister to place them in a vase, giving him a hug and kissing his cheeks.

"Oh lovely, you didn't have to bring anything. Is that your favorite dessert then?"

Lando was all too aware of the three pairs of eyes staring at him, and if looks could kill he'd be 18 feet under. Gulping, he gave Pascale an awkward smile, too scared to actually utter a word.

Noticing his trembling hands and terrified glances at her sons, Pascale glared at the young men "you three! Stop it!"

"But mum-"

"No! I don't want to hear a word out of any of you if it's not going to be nice! You should respect you sister's boyfriend and my guest!"

"It's a family dinner! You never invited any of our girlfriends to a family dinner before"

"Oh my god," now that's a familiar voice Lando loves hearing "stop being babies about it."

Moving closed, YN took the flowers from Lando's hands "ohhh, mum, he got you your favourite!"

"Thank you love." Giving him a peck on the lips, YN smiled at him, and upon hearing her brothers' groans and complains she gave him a wink before kissing him again.

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The three Leclerc brothers were like Hyenas, waiting for their mother to stop protecting their pray so they could have a word (with their fists.)

Sitting at the couch facing the open kitchen they watched as their mother dotted over the British driver, stretching her hand for him to taste the food on the spoon before giving her a wide smile

"You three look like Scar." YN teased as she took a seat besides Charles

"Mon ange," Charles started as he rotated in his seat making him face to face with his sister "please, why didn't you tell us?"

"YN, Lando Norris, really?" Arthur whined as he looked at his younger sister, waiting for an explanation of hers.

"You three are really insufferable," YN stated as she looked at them with a devilish smirk "if you guys are wondering why i didn't tell you, it's just cause I know you three will be earing my ear off about our relationship and yes Arthur, Lando Norris, he makes me happy and he kisses me oh so-"

"LALALALALALAAA" Arthur screamed at the top of his lungs, making his sister laugh while their mother scolded them for the noise

"No, but really," YN took a sip of water "he is really nice to me, he treats me really well and he is so respectful-"

"Oh yeah, making out on live is oh so respectful of him" Lorenzo rolled his eyes then glared at the young boy in the kitchen, getting head pats from their mother like a golden retriever.

"Oh god, don't remind me man" Charles groaned as the image he tried so hard to erase came back much more vibrant and clearer, as if the presence of Lando just solidified it in his brain.

"Okay listen," YN huffed as she crossed her arms "if you don't like him then okay, fine, I will end it before it goes any further, but it was an honest mistake on both of out parts. We're not into that kind of thing."

"God, will you stop doing that!"

"Do you want to tramatise us?"

"Oh god, I did not need to know anything about this."

Hearing her brothers whine and groan from her teasing brings YN the greatest of joys. Was she planning on actually breaking things off for her brothers? Hell no, they're not little princesses they can keep their emotions in check.

"Mon ange, are you really sure that you like him?"

"Yes!" YN insisted as she looked at him like he grew 2 heads "will you just please get to know him?"

Sighing Charles bit his tongue, not wanting to actually upset his sister with what he really wanted to say.

"Okay mon ange, I'll talk to him and I'll make sure everything is normal," Charles got up to make his way to his mother who was now in a matching apron with Lando as he listened to her every word, basking up the praises and head pats given to him "just please, if he hurts you or if you feel like you aren't his top priority don't stick around okay. You are worth so much more than a race driver."

"Aren't you one?"

"Exactly."

With that, Charles left his siblings heading off to his mother with a pout as he spotted her patting the Brit's cheek with a full smile

"God, he's so whipped for her." Arthur told his brother, shaking his head.

"Yeah well, I told him it'd bite him in the ass someday."

"Hey! I'm not that bad!"

"YN," Lorenzo looked at her with a blank expression "you take full advantage of it and you know it."

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It had been an hour and now the family of five and their guest are sitting at the dinner table, having their first bite of the homemade dinner.

"Oh, this tastes phenomenal Mrs Leclerc. I hadn't had that in a while"

"Oh dear, I'm so glad you like it!" Pascale cooed over the young boy, getting up to place more for him on his plate "YN told me it's one of your favourites."

"Thank you so much darling." Lando smiled at YN, feeling more at ease with the glares sent his way as Pascale Leclerc glared right back at her sons.

"Mum," Lorenzo started as he looked at the food in distaste "I don't eat that, you know."

"Well," the mother smiled at her son sarcastically, making sure to get her point across "if you don't like it, then don't eat."

"Oh, c'est brutal maman." Arthur murmured under his breath, looking at his oldest sibling in pity

("Oh, that's brutal mum")

"I said no French!" Pascale warned her youngest son before turning to her now favorite son "tell me Lando, do you like Vanilla cakes?"

"Not really no, but YN told me it's your favorite so I bought it from what I also believe to be your favorite dessert shop."

"Oh dear, you really are my favorite," four voices of a 'mum!' yelled in the dinning room which did not take any of Pascale's attention away from the British young man "you're going to make me swoon."

"Oh my god," YN whispered to her brothers "we lost her."

"Yeah well," Lorenzo grumbled at his sister "he is your boyfriend"

"I lost my mum to my boyfriend."

"Oh, he went out of his way to go to her favourite shop," Arthur stated "she's not letting him go anywhere."

"I think you lost both of them mon ange."

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What about I could do this all day but with Arthur curry, where he is being flirty and complimenting the reader all day, even she and others are like he can't keep going, and he does and maybe it ends with him taking reader out on a date and then she starts flirting with him all day

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Sick of Arthur’s relentless flirting, you strike back.

Warnings: flirting, idiots in love, fluff, pick up lines are from google

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He was desperate, charming, delusional and all around annoying but there was no way you could hate him, he was just too endearing. Arthur had been following you around the Justice League tower all day like a lost puppy, showering you with any compliment he could think of.

“I’d bet you’d look great dressed in kelp.” You came to a screeching halt and whipped around, brow raised at the huge man who was walking behind you. “Y’a know when we get married, you’ll have to wear something seafood-like and I think kelp would compliment your skin perfectly.” Your face, which already seemed permanently heated from all the attention, got even hotter.

“Oh my god.” You groaned, hiding your face behind the file you were holding.

“Actually, I think coral might look better on you, maybe a starfish or two.”

“Arthur!” You hissed, hyper aware of the fact that you were in a building full of superheroes who did not appreciate fraternisation in their League.

But Arthur just smirked as he leaned against the wall only a few inches from you. “C’mon, just let me take you out already.” He practically begged, a stark contrast from his casual stance.

As hard as you might try, you couldn’t resist those big amber eyes looking down at you like you were his whole world. Sighing, you gave him a nod. “Fine, one date! Just one!” Immediately his back straightened and he wrapped you in a tight hug, making you yelp.

“You better go put some socks on princess cause I’m about to knock them off!” And with that, he bounded away, chattering to himself about what kind of date he would take you on.

“Are you sure about picking that one? I know lots of better men and women that would do anything for a chance with you.” Diana practically materialised by your side, gazing disapprovingly at her teammate.

You chuckled. “Well, he is kind of cute.”

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It wasn’t just one date, it was five. Barely 10 minutes into your first date (he brought you to the fucking aquarium) you were lost forever.

The flirting never stopped either, in fact, it somehow got worse. Every second sentence that left his perfectly kissable mouth was either a compliment or some lewd joke that was so bad it even made Batman blush. So you were expecting Diana to come crawling to you, begging it to stop for the sake of everyone else.

You started that morning, as soon as Arthur stepped from the zeta tube. You wolf-whistled and gave him a slow once-over. “Damn baby, if you were a Transformer you'd be Optimus Fine.” He froze comically, his eyes wide, his jaw dropped open in shock. He pulled himself together quickly and wrapped your wide hip in a bruising grip, smashing his lips to yours.

As Arthur scoured the fridge in the League kitchen several hours later, you walked into his peripheral vision and smirked as your own gaze fell onto his pert backside. “Do you drink a lot of Sprite? Because you look so-da-licious!” His head whipped around with a sickening click.

“What did you just say?” You shrugged.

“You heard me, sexy.” He groaned as his eyelids fluttered. You winked at him and turned to leave, abandoning Arthur with his little ‘problem’.

The conference room was dead silent as you all looked over your individual assignments with the occasional shuffling of papers or the sound of someone clearing their throat. Your new boyfriend sat beside you, one large hand planted firmly on your plump thigh, his fingers gently rubbing circles into the soft skin.

Just as you finished off your reading a deafening sound came from the man beside you as he violently sneezed into his elbow. Immediately, everyone looked his way. “I would've said "God bless you" after that sneeze, but it looks like he already has.” Now all eyes were on you as you smirked evilly. They all groaned collectively at the bad line.

Arthur’s hand tightened on your leg in warning. You squeezed his hand in return. “Stop.” He muttered under his breath as the others returned to their work, Diana smiling suspiciously.

“Stop what?” You asked dumbly.

“You will run out of pick-up lines eventually and when you do, I’ll be there.” “Oh love, I could do this all day.” You retorted with a kiss to his bearded cheek.

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scuderiaferarri In this exclusive interview with Y/N L/N, a celebrated reporter, delves deep into the inner world of Formula 1 driver Charles Leclerc, unravelling the strategies, challenges, and triumphs that have shaped his career.

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February 14, 2025

The screen is dark as the newest episode of Drive To Survive plays.

The title read “The Rookie.” It was finally time for the episode that everyone had been waiting for since the 2024 season ended.

The opening scene starts with multiple flashes of cameras. If people watched the 2023 season, they would know exactly what circuit it was. The Elvis impersonators would give it away as well.

Standing in a circle was the current world champion, two Ferrari drivers, and the Papaya duo. They smiled forced smirks for the cameras. Yet, they dropped them once they realized the cameras were not pointing to them. The Netflix camera filmed them all turning to face the front. Most of the drivers had confused looks.

“I didn’t know Checo was a Cars fan,” the microphone picked up the words from the red clad Spaniard.

Max smirked, the camera zooming in on the Dutchman.

“He’s not.”

The camera angle changes to the back of a young woman, blond hair bouncing with every step. A red scarf flowed behind her, white body suit sparkling under the flashes of all the cameras.

The screen flashed the title before a producer chair was put in a spotlight. The camera angle switched to a back view as a driver walked around and sat in the chair. Their face is completely nonvisible from the camera angle, but people know who it is.

The lights dim before brightening, and the camera angle is back on the chair with the driver. Blond hair reflects the lighting, as well as a nice smile. The episode clapper is in her hands.

“Please state your name and team for the camera.”

The woman in the chair took a breath.

“My name is Y/n L/n and I drive for the Italian team, Scuderia Ferrari.”

She clapped the black and white box. A loud beep sounded in the studio as the camera crew started to laugh. The girl in the chair started giggling as well, before acting serious again.

“Yeah, that was a lie. I drive for the best, the Honda RBPT Oracle Red Bull Racing Formula 1 team. Red doesn’t look the best on me. I prefer navy.”

She smiles, trying not to laugh once more.

The camera quickly cuts to black and then fades into a clip, that looks similar to a home video. A young girl is smiling for the camera, tiniest helmet in her hand.

“How old were you when you started karting?” a voice sounded over the video.

The blond cocked her head in thought. She smiled at the nostalgia that was running through her mind.

“I was five.”

The same little girl was now in a kart, doing donuts on a driveway.

“My parents had gotten me a kart as a present. They had been talking about starting me as soon as possible. I mean, I had toy cars before for practice. My first one was a bright pink Barbie car and I got that when I was 3.”

The clip changes to a different scene. This time, it was of a karting circuit. Multiple kids were aiming for the first place spot, but a singular pink kart was going around the outside, taking it from them.

“I remember my first time winning. It was 2008, a few months after I got my kart. All the boys there looked at me weird when I showed up with my hot pink helmet.”

“Where you scared?” the interviewer leaned in, awaiting the answer.

“Of the boys? Not one bit. They should have been more scared of me.”

It was now a black screen, but multiple voices shouted over it.

“Y/n L/n wins her first feature karting race.

“That is another win for the female karter!

“Y/n L/n wins the European Division for karting in 2010!

“L/n takes the 2012 Italian Karting Division Championship!”

“Karting will always be a part of me.”

“Who kept you going?”

The girl gave a sad smile to the camera as she looked down at her hands. She knew she had given them permission to talk about the subject. She just didn’t know that they’d go right off the bat.

“My godfather, Lorenzo.”

The screen changed to a clip of the small girl running to a taller man. The man was knelt down in the grass, arms open wide to catch the running girl. A gentle smile was on his face as he looked at the trophy in the child’s arms: almost too big for her to carry on her own.

“I believe that without him, I wouldn’t be in this chair. I owe it all to him.”

The scene changes once again, to multiple clips of an F4 and F3 car crossing the finish line.

“Y/n L/n wins her first F4 race of the season!

“Is she going to take home the championship today? Yes she does! Y/n L/n is the 2018 Formula 4 Champion!

“It is a new year and we are seeing a lot of new rookies in Formula 3. Hold on, is that Y/n L/n? Ah it is! So glad to see the girl here today especially after last year!

One of the regulars on the show, Will Buxton, was now in the seat.

“What are your thoughts on L/n’s rise in Formula 3?”

Will leaned in, getting focused.

“You have to have such a good foundation in your family and close friends, to be supported, to be good like that. Because without good support, a driver cannot be a good driver.”

“L/n is across the line to take home her first F3 race win. We were seeing her looking a bit down earlier, so I hope this brings her spirits up because she is making history today.”

“So, I was disowned right before that race that I won in F3.” The blond shrugged. “I really never had any good support other than like three people. At the time, two of them were just staff too.”

She giggled at the revelation, knowing what Buxton had said beforehand.

“Another win for L/n, making her the 2019 Formula 3 champion. Ladies and gentlemen, you do not want to miss watching this racer ever again.”

Somber music now plays in the background.

“How nervous were you when you made the jump from the Formula 3 division to Formula 2.”

The girl gave a nervous scoff. “I was terrified.”

Clips of pictures filled the screen.

“I had just lost the only person in the world who I know still cared for me.”

“Heir to the Alessandrino Fortune Has Died”

“Former Italian Karting Champion Lorenzo Alessandrino Has Passed Away”

“Lorenzo Alessandrino, 2001 Formula 2 Champion, Is Dead”

“Y/n L/n Makes Motor Sport History as the First Woman To Start in Formula 2”

“L/n Takes the Formula 2 Feature Race”

“Y/n L/n, History Maker: First Female To Win a Formula 2 Race”

The headlines fade into a video of the podium. A 25-year-old Max Verstappen is visible, holding the 1st place trophy. He is seen watching the 17-year-old Y/n L/n shed some tears during her national anthem, while pointing to the sky when it finished. He gingerly stepped out and handed it to her when cued. She graciously took it from his hands and offered him a wide smile. Max stepped back, watching the young girl openly cry in front of thousands. On the inside, he wished he had that strength.

“I could tell something was off that day.”

A new driver was in the chair. Male, blond, and in the same team uniform as the female was. Anybody who’s anybody knew exactly who that was.

He sucked in a breath. “Obviously, I didn’t know her or what she had been through at the time. Now knowing, I wish I had given her a hug.”

Max let out a chuckle as he reminisced on that day.

The screen flashed and the woman was back in the chair.

“I knew who he was. Everyone knew who he was.” Her hands waved around. “Max Verstappen, probably one of the greatest drivers to grace the grid. No one just skips most of F3 and all of F2. You have to be great. And that was Max.”

“Was he your favorite driver on the grid at that time?”

She let out a snort. “Oh gosh no.”

Everyone in the studio laughed.

The scene changed to you sitting next to Charles at one of the debriefs in Las Vegas. You had no clue why they put you there, because last you knew, you weren’t driving. However, they had said something about wanting the pole sitter and you (who had done the fastest lap in FP1) to talk for a bit.

Your cheeks were a bit heated as you were truly sitting next to your hero. Charles could only smirk at your very shy nature next to him. He watched you rattle off about some part of the car and the balance.

The Monegasque cut in.

“See, this is why she is perfect to be Max’s teammate. They could talk all day.”

Everyone around them laughed, along with you who gave some quiet giggles. You rolled your eyes.

“Let’s not talk about the fact that you have your own ‘Leclerifying’ hmmm?”

The girl smirked at the camera. “There was a certain McLaren driver that always tried to get the attention of a select Spaniard. If Lando was obsessed with Carlos. I was obsessed with the other Ferrari driver. I tried to get his attention on Twitter, er, well now X a couple of times. It was still Twitter when I was using it.”

“Of course I noticed her tweets.”

A new driver was now in the seat once again. This time, he wore the iconic Rosso Corsa team polo.

Charles smiled as he looked down at the multiple rings on his finger. His hand came up to his neck to fidget with a certain necklace. His smile grew as he thought on the memories.

“I thought it was sweet. A young driver was trying to keep up with the big leagues. I’m pretty sure I responded a couple of times. And Sebastian had put in a good word for her.”

“Sebastian?”

Charles’s eyes widened as he smirked.

“Vettel. He’s known her for longer than anyone here has.”

The scene changed again.

The girl was back as she clapped her hands.

“Charles made my day whenever he responded. To me it was probably like if Harry Styles responded to a fangirl’s tweet or Instagram. I always hoped that I’d make it to Formula 1 and could maybe drive beside him.”

“We were told that you know retired driver Sebastian Vettel.”

The blond smirked, not nervous but confident.

“Yeah, I know him. He was really good friends with my godfather.”

She leans forwards and fixes her shorts.

“It’s kind of how Max was close to the Schumacher family. Lorenzo worked with Seb multiple times in the very early 2000’s when Seb was still in karting. I want to say probably even before I was born as well. He was a little bit older than Seb, more like a mentor. I was able to catch up with Sebastian around 2020 and I got to meet a few more people.”

“People such as?” they prodded.

“Kimi, Nico, Mark. I’m pretty sure I met Lewis like once though when I was pretty young. Like probably around 2015. I got to watch a couple of Formula 1 races with them in 2020.”

The camera cuts to a man wearing the Mercedes logo on his polo. His braids are kept nicely as he smiles at the camera. They hand him a picture of you and him in 2015. His eyes are wide as he keeps looking at the photo and then to the camera.

“This was her?” Lewis questioned, letting out a small laugh. His eyes squint as he tries to get a closer look in the dark room.

The scene changes once again, the female driver back in the seat.

“Were you nervous that you might not have made it? To Formula 1 after what happened in 2020?”

The blond looked down at her hands.

“There were a few years where I was convinced that I wouldn’t.”

The screen fades to more headlines.

“Y/n L/n enters a second year of Formula 2 with PREMA”

“The Future for F2’s Only Female Driver is Uncertain”

“L/n Is Out of the Last F2 Race of the Season”

“PREMA Drops L/n for Her F2 Final Season?”

A clip of a meeting of some sorts flashed on the screen. You were looking quite down as you picked at the end of a table as someone read off a paper. You didn’t even want to pay attention as they were nailing the final nail into the coffin.

“Prema Racing has decided to let go of driver number 89, Y/n L/n. After the 2022 season, she will no longer race for or have any affiliations with Prema and will be replaced by Ollie Bearman.”

You spoke up. “But I have a contract until the end of 2023.”

The representative glared at you, before looking back at the page and kept reading. “Since driver 89 has underperformed in the past 2 years, Prema has decided to break contract. Compensation will be sent at a later time.”

Vito had silently grasped your shoulder to offer you some comfort, but the hurt had already been done. You were going into a season for the first time since F4, you didn’t have a secured future in the sport.

Ollie was sitting on the other side, watching you sadly as they basically read your death sentence. The camera zoomed in on you playing with a pen. If one were to look closely, they could see tears streaming down your cheeks.

Will was back in the seat.

“A driver without a contract or team cannot drive.”

The scene changes back to the driver.

“I mean. I had other options. On the side I was talking to Sebastian and even Nico. I was trying to keep my eyes open for something, anything. Except, it turned out that I didn’t need to.”

More headlines flashed.

“DAMS To Sign Both Leclerc and L/n for 2023”

“Y/n L/n Wins First Two Races of the 2023 Formula 2 Season”

“L/n Wins Her Third Race with Teammate Arthur Leclerc Behind Her”

“Y/n L/n Makes History Once Again: First Female To Win Formula 2 Championship”

“Y/n L/n: Youngest Driver To Win F2 Championship”

The girl is back in the chair, the spotlight on her.

“I didn’t know that I’d get the championship my final year. I was skeptical. I really thought that I wouldn’t be able to, since it was my final year, I had been dropped, and I had a new teammate. But I had a really good teammate and a better team. They really put everything into me being the best driver.”

“What did you think would happen after everything was over? You had won the championship with 1 race to spare.”

The girl swallowed before speaking. “Obviously, I thought I didn’t have many options. At the time, it seemed as though every door was closed. I kept talking to my manager about it, and every time he said he would come back empty handed. I even talked to him that morning, and he just had a sad smile on his face.” She paused. “I knew that even though I could be the champion, I had nowhere to go after that.”

The person in the chair changed.

“So, that was all a lie,” Vito spoke to the camera, a smile on his face.

The scene had changed. Vito Accardi, Y/n L/n’s manager, was seated in a chair. It looked like he was stressing over his laptop. Stella, L/n’s race engineer at the time of 2023, was seated across from him. He was silently tapping a pen on the table as he looked over the words on the screen.

“Too many junk emails?” she teased, settling into her chair.

The male shook his head.

The screen showed multiple contracts up at once, lines upon lines were highlighted. The headers at the top of each contract showed very recognizable logos.

He smirked as he looked directly at the camera. “I couldn’t tell her anything until I knew that there was something for certain.”

“How many teams wanted her?”

“All of them.”

The scene changed to a past driver’s get-together: one that no one had seen before. The group consisted of Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, Fernando Alonso, Daniel Ricciardo. An odd group, but they were just waiting around (or hiding on a Wednesday).

Charles was looking down at his phone, while Max was watching him closely. The Monegasque’s fingers were typing at a lightning speed.

Lando was the one to point it out.

“What’s got you in a tizzy?” the Briton asked, pulling Charles out of whatever fog he was in. He quickly turned his phone off.

“Ferrari is wanting to sign someone else, but wouldn’t be able to do so until 2025. Except her manager insists on a seat for 2024.”

Lewis had his interest piqued. “It is Y/n L/n?”

“Yeah. My brother has put in great words for her, along with Sebastian. Pierre also says that Alpine is thinking of options too. She’s,” he huffed, “very good. Almost a little too good.”

The other Mercedes driver took a sip of his drink. “Toto was just talking to me about that, but he said the same thing. There aren’t any seats available until 2025. But he wants her.”

Lando rolled his eyes. “So we’ve all gotten the talk about how all the team principals want to sign her. Even McLaren is speaking about how to get her a seat somewhere. Testing driver or something like that.”

The older Spaniard spoke up. “It would be foolish not to. She has generational talent. Stroll is looking at her as well.”

“So are we. Except there aren’t any seats,” an Aussie added.

Max was quietly reading almost every article he could get his hands on about her. In the back of his mind, he knew that Checo was going to retire after this year (especially after what happened at Mexico). He quickly sent one to Christian, only getting a thumbs up.

Daniel bumped Max. “You’ve been quiet over there. What are your thoughts on the potential rookie?”

The Dutchman looked up. “What rookie?”

The scene changed back to the Italian man.

“I’ve been her manager for years. I knew exactly what she needed at that moment. Sure, I could have told her, but I knew she wanted to race in 2024 and not wait. I’m not her manager for nothing.”

“How did you get in touch with Red Bull’s Christian Horner.”

The man adjusted in the chair. “Well, even though she wasn’t on their junior team, the actual brand Red Bull was one of her sponsors in karting.”

The scene changes once again, this time the Team Principal of the currently reining team was now in the seat.

“Vito had gotten in contact with me when she first started F2,” the older Briton said. “But we wanted to see what would happen. We took a chance at Max, way back then. But this was a bit different.”

The interviewer asked, “Because she was a girl?”

Christian shook his head.

“Because she was 16 at the start: younger than Max was by two years. Sure, she turned 17 at the end of the season due to a later birthday in October. But, we took a step back to see what she could do, especially now that they changed the age rules after Max. She was dropped by PREMA, and we almost took the chance then to maybe bring her in as a development driver. But, Vito was adamant about her wanting a championship. She wanted records broken, and she did.”

“How did everything go down? Before she knew.”

He smiled.

“I called him right after I got the article from Max. Youngest to win an F2 Championship and a female on top of that.”

“Was everything pretty smooth sailing?”

He shook his head. “I was advised not to sign her, but I was told ‘no’ for Max and you see where that got me. I wasn’t going to let her go to a team that wouldn’t let her shine.”

The scene changes to the RB19 being driven out at the mock track for training. The girl’s white helmet was a stark contrast against the deep navy of the car. The camera panned to the mock pit wall. Multiple people pressed buttons as they watched you take lap after lap.

A much older man just looked on with pinched eyebrows, not really interested in seeing what the girl had to offer.

After the final testing times had been clocked, he stood up and slammed his papers on a table, before he left the pits. Christian smirked as he watched him stalk off. He knew he made the right call for the second time.

“How did it feel being in the seat for the first time?”

The girl, back in the seat, responded, “It felt surreal.”

She kept talking as the screen faded into clips of the car.

The aerial view watched as the car look several laps: getting close ups and shots of the car going around the corners.

“I went from having the door slammed into my face to the door being blown to bits.”

“Did Vito ever tell you that he was talking to multiple people at once?”

She looked at the camera. “He did. But he knew what I needed. That’s why he’s been my manager since 2018.”

The scene changes to multiple flashing cameras as the girl walked into the paddock for the first time in Vegas. The cameras followed as she straight up walked to the group of older guys, introduced herself, and followed Max as he walked away. The rest of the guys watched her animatedly talk to the man who hated every second of the Las Vegas Grand Prix.

“The beginning of your season was filled with a lot of highs,”

The screen flashes to multiple clips of you raising trophies, especially highlighting your podium in Bahrain.

“And lows.”

The female’s eyebrows raised. “No kidding.”

The scene changes to your car flipping in Suzuka before panning to people’s reactions. Many people immediately stood up. Others put their hands over their mouths. Many stayed sitting, frozen in shock over what they just saw.

The screen fades to black, but radio messages can be heard.

“Kid, you have to answer me.”

“Tell me you’re ok. You need to respond.”

“I can’t lose you too.”

Charles was back in the chair. Tears could be seen in his lash line as he exhaled a shaky breath. He closed his eyes, trying to get over his emotions.

“A crash like that doesn’t happen every day. It was awful, just waiting to hear back from her. Really took me back to 2014. Reminded me of Jules. On the same track. Rain. I don’t think I would have finished the season if she hadn’t made it.”

The scene changes to multiple marshals standing around the car, trying to get to you. Except, you were trapped. They didn’t want to start cutting, just in case there was a fuel leak. They did not need for the car to catch fire.

“I remember watching Lewis just turn around,” George said, now that he was in the seat. “He kept shaking his head and muttering. I couldn’t stop crying.”

“Y/n is a driver who was shy at the beginning, but then got more comfortable with you as time passed. She became precious to everyone on the grid.” Oscar offered a smile, but it fell short as he remembered Suzuka.

“There hadn’t-” Lewis began, but cut short. He swallowed before he kept going. “There hadn’t been a crash like that since 2014. And the last time it happened, he didn’t make it. I was honestly preparing myself for the worst.”

Max shrugged his shoulders, trying to be nonchalant. Yet, anyone could see that his hands were shaking just a bit, his fingers picking at his skin.

“She just wouldn’t answer. And then they got Arthur Leclerc on the radio, thinking that he could get to her. Even then, she didn’t respond for what felt like hours. We were all waiting, on the pit lane, just hoping that she’d start talking soon.”

“What did it feel like for you in the car?”

The female was back in the seat.

“All I really remember was seeing the sky and the grass as I rolled, and then nothing. I had totally blacked out. When I was coming to, I just remember hearing so much through the radio, I didn’t know what to make of it. I think I laughed as I answered. I was just happy to be alive.”

“We know that was your first DNF. Thankfully the second wasn’t as bad.”

“No kidding,” she laughed. “My car just doesn’t have very good balance.”

“You’ve had lots of podiums. Which one was the most fulfilling?”

The girl looked up in thought. Her eyes narrowed, truly going over her options. She didn’t want to have to talk about certain matters, but she didn’t want it to be brought up later.

She answered, “Imola.”

“What was so special or daunting because of it?”

The blond harshly inhaled, before smirking a bit. “Well, lot of people knew how it ended.”

The scene changes to multiple police cars around the paddock. The camera barely caught a glimpse of two people being let away in handcuff before panning over to the group of drivers. The lens zoomed in on your face, a big bruise forming by your eye. Max was standing protectively near you as Christian was still yelling at the people in the car. The other drivers can be seen hovering around the scene.

Max gulped before he sighed.

“I knew it was bad, but not this bad. I’m just glad that I had gotten to her in time.”

The female stretched. “Except I got a trophy out of it, so, I wasn’t too sad.”

The scene changes to the next race, where most of the drivers were waiting for the parade. They could tell that someone was missing. Except, right when Lando was about to bring it up, you walked in. Sunglasses were on your eyes, trying to hide the ugly yellow and purple blotch on your face. Except, it didn’t do too much to actually hide it.

“Afternoon,” you said, sipping on a drink that you brought. Your fingers took off your glasses, multiple drivers wincing. “It’s not that bad.”

Lando rolled his eyes before muttering, “They shouldn’t have been allowed back in.”

Max handed you an icepack, which you grabbed immediately. Logan brought you into a side hug and let you rest against him.

The Dutchman let everyone know that you had finally gotten your restraining order approved. Smiles adorned the rest of the drivers’ faces at the news.

An older Aussie was now in the seat.

“I wasn’t there when she met everyone. But I watched Max let her follow him, in Vegas. It was cute, ‘cause I’ve never seen Max act like that before. But she’ s been a good teammate to him. Not trying to be rude, but I’m also putting myself down when I say this: she has been the best teammate that Max has ever had.”

The scene changes to you and Max in a car on the way to a race. The two of you are seated next to each other and phones are in your hands. A sudden gasp from you has you reaching over to Max, your hand smacking his chest.

The Dutchman winces. “What?”

“Taylor Swift broke up with Travis Kelce. Fernando has his chance.”

Viewers would have thought that Max would seem uninterested, but his eyes widened and he was suddenly leaning over, trying to get a good look at your phone.

“You’re lying.”

“No I’m not. See?” You just handed your phone over and Max was instantly enthralled with the device, fingers scrolling quickly.

“It’s definitely like they have a competitive sibling relationship.”

Max watched as you were talking to Oscar, the afternoon after you hit his car. Max smirked as he walked past and bumped you on purpose. Your head whipped around, trying to find who did that. Once you saw Max’s shoulders shake as he walked away, it was over. You quickly said goodbye to Oscar before running up to Max.

What he did not expect was for you to jump on his back, almost sending him face first into cement. He stumbled but his arms were quick to grab your legs. Your giggles were loud next to his ear, but Max guessed that he’d let you stay.

“I know for a fact that it’s been good to see Max a bit more carefree. Y/n really brings out the good in him. She really does that to everyone though.”

Rain was pouring down in Brazil, due to a hurricane in the area. The race had been canceled and Max was just chilling in the garage. His eyes caught your figure walking out into the downpour. He watched as you just stood there, getting drenched. That was until you started dancing to no music at all.

Max got up from his seat and walked over to a manager.

“May I?” he asked, the manager nodding his head.

He plugged his phone into a jack and clicked on a specific playlist that the two of you had made together. Normally, it would be playing while the two of you warmed up to get ready in the car. But now it was playing as you continued to dance.

Max quickly joined you and bumped you with his hip. The cameras caught you looking up at your older teammate, whose body was quickly getting drenched. Before long, the two of you were dancing in the rain.

And very possibly, the other drivers joined in too.

“She really cares for him. It was like they met and clicked right away.”

Clips of you and Max filled the screen. Walking together in the paddock, signing things for fans, doing stupid things for media day, congratulating each other after races.

It showed you checking on him after a DNF, wanting a legitimate answer if he was okay or not. Once Max gave the thumbs up and Mitch told you that he was, the cameras in your car showed how your body visibly relaxed after know that he was ok.

“Sure, they’ve had their troubles.”

The scene changes to Max passing you in Monaco.

Your voice was heard over the scene. “What an asshole.”

The scene changed to you not letting Max pass and him hitting the back of your RB20 in Belgium.

“That was a rookie mistake.”

The viewers knew that they had deliberately cut a certain action out of the scene, but it was something that they were actually thankful that Netflix cut.

“But they always apologize and get back to it. I think that’s how she got her first win. She needed to know that they could truly work as a team.”

The scene showed you and Max giving each other a big hug in The Netherlands after Max won the Dutch Grand Prix.

The scene changes once more.

“How was it? Winning in the city of red.”

“Words cannot express.”

The screen showed you walking in on that fateful morning, bright orange car in the background. You waved to the crowds, who seemed to get louder with your attention. Your smile brightly shone as you kept walking, only stopping momentarily for a few autographs and pictures.

“Y/n L/n On Pole in Monza – Youngest Pole Sitter in F1 History”

“There she goes! Y/n L/n has won the 2024 Italian Grand Prix. She was starving, but now she’s been satiated. The youngest pole sitter and turned that into a win.”

“Y/n L/n – First Female To Ever Win a Formula 1 Grand Prix”

"Y/n L/n Hailed as 'The Long Awaited' by Italian Fans"

The camera pans to the girl standing on the nose of her car, hands stretched up reaching for the sky. Max, who had DNF earlier, came over. She grasped him tightly, legs around his waist. Christian was behind them, joining in the celebrations. Soon, the entirety of the crew got over the barrier and flooded the area. The two Ferrari drivers, in a respectable P2 and P3, watched as the female driver was almost covered by people. If it wasn’t them, then they were glad it was her.

The blond returned back to the seat.

“Let me tell you, the after party was probably my favorite part of the weekend. Well, besides the winning part.”

“After Monza, how did the rest of the season go.”

“Well, I did go on to win 3 more races.” The girl smirked.

Clips of the number 89 car crossing the finish line cover the screen.

“Y/n L/n takes her second win of the season after Monza in Mexico!

It showed you waving to the crowds of Mexico, flag draped over your shoulders with a sombrero on your head..

“A homecoming of sorts, Y/n L/n wins a third race under the lights of Las Vegas!

Your fists were clenched as you shook them while your knees were bent. The while Elvis suit kind of glowed against the night sky.

“L/n wins her fourth race of the season in Abu Dhabi. Ending a perfect rookie year on a high!”

The crowds watch you get on your hands and knees before your car. Your hands outstretched in almost a mock bow to the machine.

The scenes show the you hoisting up three more trophies, all while pointing to the sky after each one.

The interviewer looked down at their questions, before glancing back up at the girl.

“What was your worst race? One that you didn’t DNF.”

The girl didn’t even hesitate. “Qatar.”

“Why is that?”

She shrugged. “I thought it would be cooler.”

The screen goes black, but then changes to a very busy scene. People could see medical personelle holding onto a driver by their arms. Their legs all but dragged along the concrete. Lights flashed around as they brought her to a makeshift cot. Her helmet was ripped off along with the cloth under it. You gasped as you tried to catch your breath. Your cheeks were red and your hair matted with sweat.

“I need an IV and cooling towels now!”

“Her blood pressure is dropping, she’s going to pass out again.”

“Hey, you need to stay awake. Do not close your eyes.”

“Her breath is more shallow, she needs to cool down. Get buckets of ice and water.”

It changes to a podium, but only two drivers are present. It was supposed to be a Papaya sandwich after Oscar had gotten his first actual race win. They looked worried and barely stayed for the celebrations.

The cameras followed as the orange drivers as they ran to the Red Bull garage once the podium was finished. They expected to see you still unconscious, since that was the last they heard before the podium. Yet, they were surprised to see you upright and smiley. An IV was connected to your arm, but you were awake.

Oscar ran, before wrapping his arms around you.

“Do not do that again. I can’t believe that you kept racing.”

You smiled up at him and Lando.

“What can I say? I’m indestructible.”

“She’s impressive.” A German voices his opinion now that he’s in the seats. “I don’t wish to say it, but I’m glad she’s at the different team. I don’t know if we would have been able to give her the car that she needed.”

The interviewer looks a Toto for a moment, before continuing. “You think she’ll leave Red Bull at some point in her career?”

The Mercedes Team Principal shakes his head. “No. She’s going to stay until she retires. I’m sure of it. But who am I to talk about staying with a team forever.”

The scene changes to you and Max, both casually hanging out. You sighed as you looked down at your phone. Max quirked an eyebrow, but stayed silent, giving you the go ahead to spill.

“They’re asking again if I’m going to be staying past 2026.” Your arms waved around before you huffed and they fell at your sides.

The Dutchman rolled his eyes. “Are you wanting to stay past that?”

You grinned at the older driver. “Can’t go anywhere when I have the best here.”

The scene changes to the blond female Red Bull racer, back in the chair once again.

“Do you think you’ll ever move teams?”

She shook her head. “No, I don’t think I will. It seems that every racer’s dream is to drive for the team in red, but not mine. I’ve always wanted to just race for the team that will get me places, and I think that Red Bull can stay on top for many years to come.”

The interviewer continued. “What do you think you’ll do after Formula 1.”

She smirked.

“After, I want to collect. I’m thinking the triple crown. Probably go to endurance racing and then 1 year of Indy. I know I’ll be able to do it.”

“If you could have your dream team for Le Mans, who would it be?”

“Either Leclerc in addition to Max. I don’t think I could be anyone else’s teammate ever.”

Clips of Charles, Arthur, Y/n, and Max showed on the screen. They might look like an odd bunch, but they worked somehow. Arthur had been promoted at the end of 2024 to actually drive for Porsche in the 2025 Qatar endurance race. Late in the editing, they were able to sneak in a clip of the four of you celebrating after he podiumed.

“So, we heard that you and Max were able to sign new contracts at the end of 2024. How long are the both of you going to stay.”

The girl thought for a moment, trying to think of how to word it correctly.

“Well, we both have kind of open ended contracts like Charles signed in early 2024. Christian said that he’ll do his best to keep us there, but we aren’t bound. I plan to stay for a while and so does Max if they keep giving us good cars that can still dominate.”

“Do you plan to break any more records? You sure had a lot in the past season as well as early years.”

“How many do I have?” she asked.

The interviewer counted. “Five.”

She smirked for the final time for the episode. “Five? That’s hardly enough. Let’s make it interesting and get 6.”

Everyone in the room laughed at her joke.

The screen cut to black and the episode ended. Yet when the female racer retired, they went back and added one more thing.

“Y/n L/n went on to be the most decorated racer of all time. She ended up breaking 22 records in the duration of her entire motorsport career, that no one has been able to touch since.”

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