#chalres leclerc

[myheartwillzhouon]

charles_leclerc’s instagram story 26/04/2024

[lenoraah]

𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯

pairing - charles leclerc x reader

summary - when Charles spills his coffee all over reader and their eyes meet, the two just know that they’re meant to be. however they both have places to be and rush off, luckily though they both end up in the same place without knowing it

a/n - it’s a great, great day 😀

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“I am so, sorry. I- It just slipped out of my hand. Again I am so sorry,”

“No, no, no. It’s okay. Really, it’s fine.”

Charles snatches a bunch of paper napkins and hands Y/n a couple and starts to dab against her cream colored blouse. He pauses before he reaches her upper chest, quickly stopping himself and making a rapid movement to her. Y/n nods and makes a face before starting to clean the upper half of her blouse.

The two keep wiping and trying to clean off the stain without success as Charles keeps apologizing and Y/n brushes him off.

“Again, I’m really, really sorry.” He mumbles as he grabs another stack of paper napkins.

“No, please stop apologizing. It’s-”

Y/n pauses herself as the two look at each other’s face for the first time since he spilled his coffee on her. His green irises meeting her y/e/c ones.

“Wow,”

“Wow,”

Charles and Y/n pause for a moment and both take slow and heavy breaths. The two can’t help but think that the other person is enchanting. Too bad that they can’t stay around each other for much longer.

“I actually have to-”

“Yeah me too, I-”

The two pause once again before looking into each other’s eyes once more. The two have sorrowful looks in their eyes as they stand back up straighter at their full heights.

The two nod to each other and offer each other a grim smile before talking towards opposite sides of the cafe. The wave at each other before pushing the door open and leaving.

Charles can’t help but think about her the whole way as he makes his way into the office. Her smile, her voice, her y/e/c eyes.

The way that he could so easily get lost in them in. And he didn’t get her name. That was disappointing.

He keeps a neutral look on his face as he pushes the glass door open. Charles slips past the crowd of workers and offers Carlos a stiff smile when he sees him.

“Charles, where have you been? Anyway, meet our new photographer, Y/n Y/l/n.” The Spaniard gently pushes the shy y/h/c girl forward with a wide grin on his face.

Oh wow, maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad day.

[vanilasky]

I usually don't believe gossip but this makes so much sense and puts everything together

[mythos-writes]

My Ferrari

Toto Wolff x Ferrari principal (wife) reader

Plot: Toto and his wife use the grid as ponds in their plans to mess with each other... inspired by @pucksandpower Social Media AU cause I think it's so cute

Formula 1 Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2

Word Count: 1.5k

Warning: fluffy moments, Lewis and Charles getting 'kidnapped', google translated german + italian,

Lewis was walking by the Ferarri paddock, minding his business and preparing for free practice. His music playing in his AirPods, when he heard a voice trying to get his attention.

“Lewis!” a voice gets his attention. He takes out a bud and looks around. He sees (Y/N) Wolff running up to him.

“Hey, (Y/N), what can I do for you?” He asks, still clueless about her plans.

“I want to play with Toto a little, and I need your help,” she explains but keeps it vague.

“Ok, with what?” he asks, not noticing Charles and Carlos coming up behind him.

“GET HIM!” she yells. Lewis feels arms around him, and him leaving the ground. “What are you going?!” he says, trying to not giggle because he knows he won’t get hurt.

“You are going to be my ransom against your famous principal,” She says with a smile. They take him into the garage and to (Y/N)’s office. They place him on a folding chair and tie him up in some take they had found in the garage.

All Lewis could do is give (Y/N) a ‘why do you have to drag me into this’ look. Once the two drivers finished tapping up the other driver, they were giggling like toddlers getting a pass for bad behaviour. “Thanks’ you two, you guys are good to go,” she tells her drivers.

“(Y/N) what is all this for?” Lewis questions, knowing she couldn’t hide things from him. [Things that were non-racing related] 

“I know your season hasn’t been the best, and I just wanted to have some fun. Even though we’re rivals, we’re also family and it hurts seeing Toto come off a race and just look frustrated and sad. So I’m trying to just have some fun,” she tells.

“ I appreciate that you’re trying to cheer him up…BUT… why do you have to drag me into this?” he questions, pulling at the tap a little. 

“Oh, because you’re his golden child, and it would be easier to get Carlos and Charles to carry you than George,” she says while pulling her phone out. “And don’t worry, you’ll be out of the tap, just as soon as I get a picture, to send to Toto,” she states while getting a few pictures. 

"Perfect, now I'm going to take the tap off, but you can't return to the Mercedes paddock just yet," she states. Lewis moves to the couch and lays out. "Yeah, I figured as much."

Toto was walking around the Paddock, looking for Lewis. He wasn’t in his driver's room, and he wasn’t with Roscoe, cause Angela took the pup on his paddock walk. He asked George and the other team members but hadn’t seen him. His phone pings, as he gets a series of texts. He sees his wife's name pop up and he feels a smile grow. But when he opens the texts, he tries not to laugh. 

He is greeted with a photo of Lewis tied up with a nervous face on. The text that followed almost made him laugh...

Toto, I have in my possession I have your precious 7-time champion. If you want him back before free practice, you must meet my demands. If you bring yourself and some food from your catering to your dear wife. Then you’ll leave with your precious driver. If not met, Lewis will become a Ferarri driver

Toto looks up and he see’s Goerge talking to Alex Albon just outside of the paddock. He waived the two over. 

“What can we do for you boos man?” Alex asks. 

“Well you two, I had a job for you…”

Charles was getting ready for the practice and he was doing his normal pre-race routine. Because of this, he didn’t hear George or Alex sneak up behind him. George grabbed his hands and Alex grabbed his legs, and they started to carry him off to the Mercedes paddock. 

“What are you two doing?!” Charles asks, he is confused about why he is being dragged into this. Before they could answer, Ted Kravitz spotted the ‘kidnapping’ of Charles  Leclerc. 

“We have just spotted Alex Albon and George Russell carrying Ferarri’s Charles Leclerc. George what is going on here?” he asks. 

“We’re just working orders by the boss,” he replies as they walk into the garage. 

By now, (Y/N) had untapped Lewis, and he was just chilling out in her office. Her phone pinged, notifying her that she had gotten a text. When she opened it, she was shocked to be greeted by a picture of Charles, tapped up just like how they had Lewis. A text followed the picture that read… 

Two can play this game, Liebe. If you want your driver back, I suggest we make a truce and do a driver swap on neutral ground… in front of the McLaren paddock in 20 minutes. If you can’t meet these requirements, Charles will become the newest Mercedes driver this weekend... Also, bring some of Ferarri's catering coffee, you know how I like my coffee

She showed Lewis the texts, and he just started giggling at Charles's face. The two looked at each other, knowing the fun and games were coming to an end. 

“Well, it looks like we need to stop at the coffee booth before we meet my dearest husband,” (Y/N) comments before getting ready to meet the Meracdes principal. 

The end of the 20 minutes was closely approaching, and by now, the whole grid and paddocks knew what was happening between the two teams. So when they saw Toto standing with George and Charles, at one end, outside of the entrance of McLaren’s paddock. The other racers and team principals were standing outside, waiting for the Ferarri principal and the famous Mercedes driver.

“There they are,” someone yells out. Everyone looked up and saw the people of the hour come walking over, with a minute to spare. (Y/N), Carlos and Lewis stop and face off with Toto, George and Charles.

“Do you have what I asked for?” she yells across, they’re about 2 meters apart. Toto raised a bag, that was filled with her favourites from catering.

“And you?” he questions. She holds up the cup of coffee, made how he likes it. He walks closer, signalling she walks towards him. They meet in the middle and hand off their trades. 

“Pleasure doing business with you, amore,” she says with a smile. Toto rolls his eyes, but he found this whole thing amusing. He brought her into a hug, causing the grid to burst out into comedic cheers.  

“Come find me before heading back to the hotel,” he whispers in her ear. She nods.

“Does this mean we can go back to our teams now?!” Lewis yells. The two laugh at the driver’s antics. 

“Yes, you can go back Lewis,” she says as the two drivers swap back to their right teams.

“May the best team win,” he says with his cheeky smile. “May the best team win,” she replies with the same smile. The FIA marshals come by and dismiss everyone, as free practice was about to start.

After free practice and they had their debriefs, (Y/N) made her way to the Mercedes paddock. She was ready for the qualifying race tomorrow. She notified some of the Mercedes crew to let Toto know that she was there. As she waited for him, she ended up finishing some last-minute emails on her phone.

“ Geez, and they call me a workaholic,” Toto’s voice breaks her concentration. She looked up to see him walking towards her. (Y/N) put her phone away and greeted him with a hug. Both teams performed well in practice and had a bright weekend. 

“Come on, we have a long day tomorrow,” she says, just wanting to get room service and get some well-needed cuddles. They get into the car and made their way back to the hotel. It was quiet for most of the drive. 

“So about the antic you pulled,” Toto broke the silence. She looked over at him in the driver's seat. “That was quite the start of the weekend,” he says, trying to stay stoic. 

“Well, I know that this season hasn’t been the one you were expecting, and I hated coming home and seeing you so disappointed and frustrated. So, I decided to have a little fun,” she explains herself. Toto brought his hand to her lap and wrapped his large hand around her smaller one. He brought her hand up to his mouth and placed a soft kiss against the back of her hand. 

“I appreciate that Liebe, and I must say, I did have fun today,” he says, remembering the way he recruited drivers to do his bidding. She smiles and returned the kiss he just placed on her hand. 

“I’m glad that my plan worked,” she replies. Silence fell between the two, but it was a peaceful and comfortable silence. 

“The next time you plan to kidnap one of my drivers again, I’m just going to steal you and have Charles and Carlos come to rescue you,” he comments, causing her to erupt into laughter. Their relationship had its ups and downs, but right now it was the perfect relationship anyone could dream of. 

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google translate:

German: Love- Liebe

Italian: My Love- amore

[gaybuckybarnesss]

CARLOS SAINZ & CHARLES LECLERC Scuderia Ferrari App

[sharlleglerg]

pat pat

[urmooniee]

Monaco Misunderstanding - C.L

Charles Leclerc x reader

tw: swearing

y/n = reader

Monaco's cobblestone streets were abuzz with activity as Y/N continued her exploration. She was utterly engrossed in her surroundings, admiring the breathtaking views of the Mediterranean and capturing the essence of the picturesque town with her camera.

As she walked along the crowded promenade, navigating through a sea of tourists and locals, she felt the jostling of the crowd and abruptly bumped into someone. The collision was unexpected and jarring, and before she could catch herself, Y/N instinctively blurted out an expletive in Italian, exclaiming "Stronzo!" Her face twisted in irritation, and she rolled her eyes, assuming the person she had bumped into wouldn't understand her Italian profanity.

But to her surprise, the person she collided with, a man with a cap and a friendly grin, smirked and responded in perfect Italian, "What did you just say?"

Y/N, caught off guard and slightly taken aback, was unaccustomed to having her profanity understood. She didn't back down, though, and with a hint of sarcasm, she retorted, "Oh, you heard me. Want me to buy you some Q-tips? Maybe you need them to clean your ears."

The man's eyes widened in amusement, and he leaned in closer. "Well, you're feisty, aren't you?"

With that, Y/N, not realizing the identity of the person she had just encountered, left him behind, still a bit irritated by the collision but more than a little intrigued by the stranger's response.

As Y/N, still unaware of her encounter with a Formula 1 star, continued to explore Monaco's charming streets, Charles watched her retreating figure with a grin. It was rare for him to have a conversation so unfiltered and authentic. She was captivating in her fiery spirit, and he found himself intrigued by her boldness.

For the rest of the day, Charles couldn't shake off the encounter with the feisty Italian girl who had inadvertently sworn at him. He decided to do a bit of research and was surprised to find that she was an accomplished travel photographer known for her incredible work capturing the world's beauty. Her name was Y/N, and he couldn't help but admire her passion and talent.

As the hours turned into days, Charles's curiosity about Y/N grew. He couldn't resist finding more information about her, and he discovered that she often traveled to various race circuits to document the world of Formula 1. Monaco was her latest destination, and Charles couldn't help but wonder if their paths would cross again.

One sunny afternoon, fate intervened. Y/N had set up her camera along a scenic view of Monaco's coastline, capturing the glimmering sea, the luxurious yachts, and the picturesque cityscape. She was so absorbed in her work that she didn't notice a friendly stranger approaching.

Charles had recognized her from a distance and seized the opportunity to surprise her. He approached her silently, his hand covering her eyes.

"Guess who?" he whispered in Italian, his lips close to her ear.

Y/N nearly jumped, startled by the sudden touch. But when she heard the voice and the familiar Italian greeting, she couldn't help but laugh. "Is that you again, the man with no peripheral vision?"

Charles removed his hand from her eyes and smiled, revealing his identity. "Guilty as charged."

Their second encounter was filled with laughter and exchanged stories. Charles shared tales of his racing experiences and the excitement of competing in his hometown, while Y/N revealed the incredible places she had explored through her photography.

With time, their connection deepened, as they explored the beauty of Monaco together, their shared passion for adventure, and the intricacies of their respective careers. It was a chance encounter that had transformed into an unexpected bond, proving that sometimes, the most genuine connections are formed when you least expect it.

au/ raga mi sono stufata con la scuola 😻😻

Stronzo = asshole? I think, if you are Italian and the meaning is something else please do tell .

[oxygenpdf]

“Greek mythology” this “Roman empire that” stfu, they’re MY Roman Empire, they’re MY tragic Greek love story.

[httpsdana]

𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬~𝐀 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐭 𝟒

summary: Barça players and talented footballers. Souls meet and sparks fly. But there's always a twist when it comes to love isn't there?

pairing: Ferran Torres x Gonzalez!Reader

warnings: cursing, slight age gap, angst

previous part -> next part

"come on pleasee" Pedri nearly begged.

"Pedro I don't feel like going out tonight, just drop it" y/n rolled her eyes.

They were at their parents' house, and Pedri got a call from one of his friends that they're going out for some drinks

Fernando walked into the room, rolling his eyes at the twins that always seem to be fighting

"what is it now?" he asked

"Gavi called me and told me they're going out for some drinks. y/n won't agree on coming with me" Pedri said, making y/n huff.

"who's gonna be there?" Fer asked, making y/n look at him suspiciously

"well Gavi and Ferran for sure, probably Fermin and Felix too. I'm pretty sure Raphinha is bringing his wife with him, so y/n should go too" he whined

Fernando looked at y/n with a knowing look when Pedri said Ferran's name, y/n's eyes widened while she shook her head quickly at Fernando.

"she'll go. get up" he pulled her on her feet, while Pedri smiled. y/n groaned and followed Fernando to her room.

"why did you do that? I don't feeling like talking to anyone today" she said annoyed.

"this is your chance to get closer to Ferran without it being too suspicious to Pedri" he said, opening the closet she had and looking for something she can wear

"who even told you that I want to become close with him" she lied, knowing that's the thing she wants the most

"just shut up and wear this" Fer threw a tiny dress she forgot she had on her and walked out of the room

"god i hate you" she let out a sigh, and got in the uncomfortable dress her brother had thrown on her.

When she finished she started working on her hair. She only showered it yesterday so she left it down and went to her make up. Nothing too special just the base and some eyeliner with her favorite lip combo.

When she finished, she sprayed one of her favorite perfumes on and took a deep breath before walking back to the living room where Pedri was.

"you look good. let's go now, they're waiting for us" Pedri said, walking out of the door.

y/n waved at Fernando and yelled a goodbye to her parents.

"will there be too many people?" y/n asked, her anxiety already building up.

"I'm not sure, but like we're going to a club so obviously there will be many people" Pedri shrugged, making y/n internally groan

"just enjoy hermana. everyone will love you" he looked at her with a smile, before turning and continuing his drive.

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"this is my sister y/n" Pedri introduced her, as soon as they arrived at the table his friends were sat at.

"you didn't tell us you had a sister. nice to meet you y/n, I'm Pablo. just call me Gavi" he shook her hand immediately, while she gave him an awkward smile.

Fact is she knew everyone already, but of course no one knew her.

"ohh you play on the barca femini team right?" Fermin Lopez said, making her smile a bit. She appreciated that someone actually knew who she was.

She nodded with a smile, while Fermin smiled back at her.

Meanwhile Ferran was watching every interaction between the two of them, and for some reason bothered with it.

He was a bit disappointed when she didn't greet him, not knowing that she was trying her best not to look at him just because of how captivating he was.

"why don't you go get a drink and loosen up?" Pedri suggested, noticing that she was sitting awkwardly and not talking to anyone.

y/n wanted to say no, but she also wanted to get away from all the people around her, so she nodded and got up.

Ferran's eyes followed her to the bar, confused why she got up

"where did she go?" he whispered in Pedri's ear

"just to get some drinks" he shrugged, not thinking much of it.

y/n ordered a coke, and waiting for the bartender to make her drink.

"hey pretty one. can I buy you a drink?" a voice from behind her said. She froze when she didn't recognize the voice, and swallowed the lump that has formed in her throat.

She looked behind her and saw a creepy tall man, with muscles and tattoos all over his arms.

She shook her head and turned back, hoping the bartender would hurry up.

At the same time, Ferran noticed the guy that approached y/n, and got up from his seat immediately when he saw the uncomfortable look on her face.

"come on. it's just a drink" he said, standing too close that she felt his presence intrusively invading her personal space.

An overwhelming sense of panic and unease washed over her when she felt his hand on her waist. Her breath was shallow and a knot was forming in her stomach.

All she wanted to do was push him away, but she seemed to be frozen and can't move.

"hey babe. did you get your drink yet?" a familiar voice said from behind her. The man behind her moving away quickly.

She let out a shaky breath, turning to see Ferran standing there with a worried expression on his face

"you okay?" he asked, taking small steps closer to her.

"I just need to get some air" she whispered pushing past him and getting out of the club

She stood outside, her heart felt like it was about to burst out of her chest, pounding so loud she could almost hear it. Every breath was a struggle, as if the air had turned thick and suffocating.

She clutched her chest, feeling the tight grip of anxiety squeezing her. The world around her seemed to blur as her mind raced with fearful thoughts, making it hard to focus on anything else. She desperately tried to find a sense of calm, but the panic had taken hold, leaving her feeling helpless and overwhelmed.

Ferran ran behind her, seeing her struggle to breath. He sat her down against the wall, cupping her cheeks in his hands and trying to look her in the eyes.

"hey look at me. Take a deep breath. You're safe now preciosa" he said softly, his voice soothing. (precious)

y/n felt his calming presence in front of her, as the blur in her eyes was starting to disappear. Ferran guided her through a breathing exercise, until she was able to breath normally.

His hands still on her cheeks, as she looked up at him with appreciation, unable to speak any word.

He smiled down at her, his thumb running over her cheekbones as he looked closely into her brown eyes.

He brought her face closer to his, pressing a small kiss on her forehead and hugging her securely

y/n couldn't fight the urge to not hug him back, and wrapped her arms tightly around his muscular torso. She couldn't help the tears that started to stream down her face. Ferran was giving her a sense of security she had never felt in her life. And that was terrifying considering she only knew him for a little while now

"don't cry precosia. you're safe and no one will hurt you" he whispered in her hair, his fingers running down from her head to her back, rubbing it calmly.

He pulled her head away from his neck, running his fingers under her eyes to wipe her tears away.

"do you want me to take you home?" he asked her, his hands never letting go of her face

She nodded her head slowly, before Ferran got up and pulled her up with him.

"let's just tell Pedri" he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her inside with him.

"Pedri. I'm leaving and y/n said she's tired so I'm taking her to her apartment is that okay?" he asked, although Pedri was looking half drunk already

"yeah yeah. just take care of the road" he nodded, giving his sister a pat on the shoulder before the two walked to Ferran's car

The ride to y/n's apartment was silent, only the faint music of the radio playing in the background while y/n helped Ferran reach her apartment. When he did, he turned the car off and looked at y/n.

She didn't want to be alone at the moment. So she acted on her intuition.

"do you wanna stay a bit. maybe we can watch a movie or something..." she said hesitantly, seeing how Ferran's face lightened up a bit

"are you sure? i really don't want to make you uncomfortable or something" he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand

"please, I don't wanna be alone right now" she said in a low voice, making Ferran's heart break slightly at the girl in front of him

"of course I'll stay precosia" he said with a small smile

[lil-shiro]

F1 out of context

[myheartwillzhouon]

scuderiaferrari Some of our hottest snaps from the grid 📸 🇨🇳

[torossosebs]

younger charles was so cute - i miss him

[f1girlygirl]

Las Vegas was something

[miryum]

Foundling Villa- Chapter 7

Royal!Charles Leclerc x Reader. Princess Y/n is arranged to marry Prince Charles. There will be many ups and downs that the author hasn’t planned out yet, but read along to find out more! (Yes, I know that sounds super cheesy) Warnings per chapter. Hope you guys enjoy!

Tag list: @notleclerc @sunsumonner

Warnings: argument, I guess? I’m not sure there’s any warnings this chapter. Sorry it’s a little short

ao3 link  next chapter>>

Charles woke to creaking. Still blurry-eyed, he peeked above the couch. You were shuffling around, wedding gown clutched to your body, pulling open the door to your adjoined room. 

“What’re you doing?” he croaked out, his morning voice making you freeze.

“I am,” you straightened up, hand still on the doorknob. “Leaving. Goodbye.” You felt the mocking need to drop into a curtsy, but you held yourself upright.

“Are you going to the Villa?” Charles sat up, groaning when his back twinged in discomfort. He had never slept on a couch before. He wanted to laugh, wondering if it was where he would spend most of his nights from now on.

“Yes, I am.” Before he could say another word, you swept into your room and closed the door, slumping against it. 

You glanced up and froze. Elena and Sara stared back at you. Elena stifled a laugh. “I take it that the wedding night went well?” she asked.

You grumbled at her, though you both knew it had no heat against it. “Please tell me that we’re packed?”

“Yes, my Lady,” Sara smiled kindly. She gently took you by the hand and led you to the bathroom where a much-needed bath awaited. A simple travelling dress was laid out.

You made great time, hurrying out of the palace and down the steps to a carriage that was already loaded and ready to go. You felt like a runaway bride, trying to escape a marriage and a life that, in the grand scheme of things, wasn’t the worst in the world.

Enza was much more wealthy that Williams and you knew, that as royalty, you had privilege far beyond the common man. But didn’t the common man have freedom far beyond you? Prince Charles Leclerc was not the most terrible thing that could happen to you. He was devilishly handsome (that much you had to admit), had a sweet family, and was trying to establish a kind, working relationship with you. 

So why were you constantly running away?

Maybe it was because of the lack of choice. The prospect that Prince Charles could have been a terrible person weighed on you ominously. 

“Princess Y/n!” You were beginning to clamour into the carriage when a shout stopped you in your tracks. 

Reluctantly, you turned around to see a half-dressed Prince Charles running down the steps. For a brief moment you wondered what the guards thought. Prince Charles only wore a wrinkled tunic with the laces undone and his wedding pants which were haphazardly thrown on. 

“Oh my goodness sake,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes. “Have a little decency, won’t you?” Once he reached you, you took the laces of his shirt and pulled them tight, knotting them into a bow. 

“I-I could’ve done that,” Charles muttered.

“But you didn’t,” you pointed out. “Why are you here?”

Prince Charles looked hurt. If eyes were the window to the soul, then his soul was in a dismal state. “I am asking you why. I am asking you why you keep running away from me. I consummated the marriage as you asked. We are together joined as husband and wife for eternity.”

“But I don’t want that!” Your frustration bubbled up. “I didn’t choose to marry you, Prince Leclerc, but I am now bound to you in body and mind. I am forced to be by your side no matter your whim or folly! While I am sure you are a very pleasant man, I wasn’t able to find out for myself, nor do I now intend to. In order to preserve some sense of freedom I am leaving and giving you a very wide berth. I don’t want to be married to you, I don’t want to love you, and I most certainly do not want to be your friend.” You pivoted abruptly and sat down in the carriage. “If you find the need to communicate, you may write a letter which will be handled through my maids. I bid you adieu.”

Elena and Sara scurried in the carriage and the moment the door slammed shut, the horses took off like a gunshot. 

Charles gazed after the retreating carriage that held his wife. At least he now knew that you didn’t have a problem with him- you had a problem with the rules. It was comforting to know that maybe, in another universe, you might’ve given him a chance. Maybe if you weren’t forced together, you would’ve been kind to Charles. You didn’t hate him; you hated the system. 

For that moment, Charles wished for nothing more to renounce his throne. Perhaps if both him and Princess Y/n were commoners they would be able to find each other and love without the courts interfering. 

Charles reeled back. What was he thinking? He didn’t want to be married to you any more than you did to him! Why was he wishing for a chance to earn your love? Why did he even care? Scoffing, he marched back inside, giving the guards a fierce glare, daring them to gossip about what they had seen. 

He would not fall into a loveless trap.

*

The Foundling Villa was everything you dreamed it would be. When you entered, the first thing that greeted you were two wooden staircases on the left and right, leading up to the second floor. The sitting room was connected to the kitchen and a small parlour. There was a door in the kitchen that entered the servants quarters. Large glass double doors led into the expansive backyard, which you were most excited to explore. Upstairs, three bedrooms were connected together while the two others sat separately. 

You instructed Elena and Sara to unpack in the master bedroom and went to meet the staff. 

Chef Yuki was a very eager man, shaking your hand enthusiastically. A man who was dressed in stable master’s garb, whom you assumed was Lando, sauntered into the room as you were finishing introductions, and began to talk adamantly about the horses he picked out for you. Clearly, he had a passionate love for them. He was younger than you expected (you had trusted Elena and Sara to choose the staff) but from his words you knew that he was experienced. The other members of the staff were very kind, and obviously pleased to have someone to serve.

It was rejuvenating to see people who wouldn’t judge you or rat you out at the prospect of climbing the hierarchical ladder. You wondered if your siblings would be as happy as you were when they came to visit.

The Foundling Villa seemed like paradise, no matter how lonely you were.

[yourbbygirlxo]

Charles podium this, redbull podium that shut the fuck up. Ollie Bearman 2024. That's all. Give that kid a seat. you don't understand, this kid

Missed Friday practice

still started p11

Finished in points

Multiple overtakes.

Including Lewis, Hulkenberg and Lando

THAT FUCKING CORNER OOOF YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT

actually finished the race in good form nyck devries you smol man

Had won hearts of millions across the globe.

ALL OF THIS ON HIS F1 DEBUTE. DEBUTE. I believe he deserves the best.

[ghostlightsahead]

I'm sorry did charles just say to max "I know sweetie"???? Like wow soft launching the relationship before the summer break??