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[diorleclerc]

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 - 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜

pairing - fwb!charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings - oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, cum play, semi public sex(?), dirty talk, orgasm denial, friends with benefits

author’s note - got a little inspired by a conversation @oultonparks and i had about fwb… plus this photo just screams jealous charles

you and charles aren’t dating or official or anything like that

you’ve just been fucking on the down low every now and then, just to blow off some steam

a little friends with benefits situation

and maybe you get into a little fight before going out so you’re bratty all night

it was a petty little argument and you were honestly just trying to rile him up at this point

and what’s the best way to do that?

flirting with his best friend

charles wasn’t crazy possessive but he definitely did not like to share

even though you weren’t official, you were definitely exclusive

it was part of the agreement you two had come to when you started your friends with benefits situation

for as long as you were seeing each other, you wouldn’t be seeing anyone else

so you knew that flirting with pierre would get charles’ blood boiling

and it would lead to some real good angry sex

you were sitting beside pierre in the booth at the club while charles was across from both of you

the entire time, you focused your attention on pierre, laughing at almost everything he said and keeping your hand on his arm

you could see charles fuming from the corner of your eye

if he were a cartoon, you swear he’d have steam blowing out of his ears

you decide to take things a step further and start getting more touchy with pierre

you’re placing your hand on his shoulder and on his bicep

“someone’s touchy tonight,” pierre chuckles, not hating the attention at all

“sorry. i can’t help it,” you smile and take your hand off his shoulder

“hey, i didn’t say i hated it,” he winks

charles was pissed that you were giving pierre attention and not him

and he couldn’t stand another second of it

“i’m gonna get another drink. come help me?” he nods to you

and even though it sounded like he was asking you to come along, you knew that you didn’t have a choice and had to go with him by the look on his face

you got up from your seat and followed him

as you disappeared from the sight of your friends, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards the bathroom instead of the bar

luckily for you, there was no one inside when you got there

as soon as he locked the door, he shoved you up against the door

“did you think that was funny, sweetheart?” he snarls at you

“think what was funny?” you feign innocence and he wraps his hand around your throat

“don’t act cute. you think he could fuck you as good as i can?” he asks

“hm, i don’t know. maybe i should go find out,” you say, still trying to rile him up even more

“shut up and stop being a fucking brat,” he says

“make me then,” you challenge him

he doesn’t say anything and just grips your neck tighter, pressing his rings into your throat before pulling you into a rough kiss

you whimper into the kiss as his hand tightens a little more

“so easy to remind you who you belong to,” charles mutters

“i’m not yours,” you say

“yeah? then why are you in my bed nearly every single night?” he asks

“doesn’t mean anything,” you argue

“you’re mine,” charles says and pulls you in for another kiss

“and it looks like I’m gonna have to remind you of that. get on the counter ma belle,” and for the first time tonight, you don’t fight him

you hop onto the counter with his help and he spreads your legs apart so he could stand between them

“look at that, you do know how to listen,” he smirks softly as you roll your eyes

“yeah yeah, get on with it leclerc,” you say

“can you last more than five seconds without acting like a brat?” he mutters as he pushed your dress up and tugged your panties down, slipping them into his pocket

“can you last more than five minutes before cumming?” you scoff

“sweetheart i will won’t let you cum for the rest of the night if you keep this shit up,” he threatens and that shuts you up

he places your legs onto his shoulders and leans down to your pussy

“such a pretty pussy,” he says before giving your clit little kitten licks

your hand moves to his hair and you try to make him give you more but of course, he doesn’t

you were acting like a brat so he’s gonna treat you like one

he brings you to the edge multiple times with his tongue, never letting you cum

you’re nearly on the verge of tears after he ruins your third orgasm

“charles please,” you beg and he just smirks up at you

“have you learned your lesson yet baby?” he asks sweetly

“yes! yes! just let me cum, please,” you beg

“i don’t know ma belle. i don’t think you deserve it yet,” he says

“please please. i’ll be good,” you look at him with glossed eyes

“yeah? no more acting bratty?” he asks and you nod quickly, just wanting him to make you cum already

“beg for my cock, sweetheart. tell me how badly you want it,” he says and you don’t even hesitate to do it

“charles please. wanna be filled up by you. want you to stretch me out,” you babble mindlessly

you’re too focused on trying to get him to make you cum that you hadn’t realized that he pulled his cock out of his pants

so when he thrusts into you, you gasp in surprise at the stretch

“oh my god, charles,” you moan out

“fuck you sound good moaning my name. will never get tired of that baby,” he mutters into your ear

“love when you stretch me out,” you moan and charles gets off so much on the praise

“yeah? you like when i stretch your pretty pussy out?” he asks

“yes- yes! feels so fucking good,” you tell him

“fucking love how easily i can get you to submit to me,” charles starts

“just have to get my hands or my mouth on you and you become mine, hm?” he continues and you’re too blissed out to process his words so you’re just nodding mindlessly

“yeah? say it,” charles says

“hm?” you hum

“you’re mine. tell me you’re mine,” he says and stills his hips, looking into your eyes

“charles,” you whine softly when his cock stopped moving in and out of you and you tried to buck your hips

“tell me you’re mine,” he says and you can’t figure out the meaning of his words or the look in his eyes

if he really wanted you to be his or if this was just a sex thing

“i’m yours,” you say, not wanting to overthink things

once those words left your mouth, he resumed fucking you

his thrusts got rougher and sloppier as his fingers rubbed your clit

he kisses you to stifle your moans as you cum around his cock and you’re tugging on his hair, deepening the kiss

your legs tighten around his waist as he cums inside you

once he emptied himself inside you, he pulls out and watched as his cum dripped out of your pussy

“fuck,” he whispers as he watched and fucked it back inside you

“charles,” you whimper, still sensitive from your first orgasm

he scoops up the cum on his fingers and brings it up to your lips and you suck them clean

“good girl,” he says before you release his fingers with a pop

he grabs a paper towel and wets it under the sink before he wipes you clean

you’re both silent for a while before you both end up speaking up at once

“sorry–”

“i’m sorry–"

“go ahead,” he tells you

“i’m sorry for flirting with pierre. i know we said we weren’t gonna see other people or anything. i promise nothing was gonna happen with him. i was just trying to rile you up,” you explain and he just shrugs

“it’s whatever. and i’m sorry for getting jealous. i shouldn’t have. it’s not like we’re not together or anything,” he says and that confuses you

“so what’s with the whole ‘tell me you’re mine’ thing then?” you raise an eyebrow

“just an ego thing i guess,” he shrugs and you just stare at him

“I mean, we’re just fucking. i’m not yours and you’re not mine,” he says, trying to make himself believe his own words

“right, of course,” you say, nodding slowly in agreement, even if you didn’t agree

deep down, you both knew that it was definitely more than just sex

but that was a conversation for another day

[scuderiasundays]

better together

summary: airline lounges, box box widgets, and a cheesy greeting card 💌

words: 1,045

a/n: the romcom girlie in me has always wanted to write a meet-cute and i've been listening to too much lizzy mcalpine! tagging @vamossainz55, @sainzcaleruega, @monzabee, @ssainzz, @diorleclerc, and @userlando just because. let me know if you'd want a part two! hugs and kisses 🫶🏼

Love comes when you least expect it. Those same old words had fallen from the lips of every person you knew, so much so that they now felt weightless. On this particular evening, you found yourself at your best friend’s wedding reception, zoning out at the open bar. You nodded along as some man who’d had one too many G&T’s rambled on about his meet-cute on the Paris metro. Seeing two people you adored make a lifelong commitment only reaffirmed the fact that you craved the same.

It was no secret you weren’t exactly the MVP of the single scene. On any given night out, you’d leave the club before midnight to get a full eight-hour snooze. Dating apps were a no-no, as reruns of Catfish had made you skeptical about “finding the one” online. At work, you kept a low profile, socializing just enough to have a tight circle of work friends. It was as if you were coasting on autopilot, wanting love but hesitant to steer towards it.

Not to say that being single was all bad. Every hard-earned dollar was invested right back into the things you loved: trips, clothes, and your dog Cannoli. You silently weighed the pros and cons of your lifestyle as you stepped into the airline lounge.

Setting down your latest read to save your seat, you made your way to the breakfast buffet and grabbed a plate of avocado toast, poached eggs, and a glass of orange juice. On your way back, you spotted someone in a hoodie and cap making themselves at home in the armchair opposite yours.

The whole lounge was virtually empty, and this just had to be his seat of choice? You slowly approached from behind and let out a quiet gasp as you noticed them flipping through your book. “Love languages, huh?” The man pointed at the cover and smiled.

Your pupils dilated twice their size as you registered just who it was. The fan-made bracelets, the Leica, and, most of all, the signature McLaren cap—it all fell into place. “My manager and I just got into a huge argument, and honestly, I’d rather be anywhere but with him right now. Do you mind if I-" He gestured towards the seat beside you, his eyes radiating a silent plea.

“No problem. Let me give you your space,” you responded, hastily gathering your things. Just as you were about to step away, his hand gently clasped your wrist. “I could use the company. I’m Bob, by the way,” he mumbled, oblivious to the fact that his cover was blown.

As in, you knew he was currently seventh place in the driver’s championship and slowly but surely climbing up the standings. The last thing he needed was for you to bring any of that up, so you did as he said, trying to give him a sense of normalcy he so deserved.

He headed to the breakfast buffet and returned with the very items you had selected. "Copying me?" you teased. “First step in getting to know you,” he grinned. Curious about your life, he asked about your job in the emergency room. You told him the hours were grueling but watching extremely sick patients leave healthy made it all worthwhile. "Hope I never end up being your patient," he joked.

His interest didn't stop there; he inquired about siblings (only child), your dream vacation destination (Antibes), and whether you were a dog or cat person (not even a question). You, being a proud dog mom, wanted to show your furry guy off and handed Lando your phone.

As he squinted at your phone, you heard him say, "7 days to go. United States Grand Prix." A wave of panic washed over you as you remembered the Box Box widget that also occupied your screen. The silence was deafening as you wished the ground would swallow you up. 

“Let me see the app,” He said. You normally wouldn’t have acquiesced so quickly, but you crumbled and unlocked your phone. He appeared to scroll and click a few things before he handed it back. “Widget Preferences. Constructor: McLaren? Driver: Lando Norris?” You asked as you noticed he’d made some selections.

“You hadn’t bothered with the preferences, so I took the liberty of choosing.” He blushed as the awkwardness of it all hung in the air. “That doesn’t feel fair. I’ve had all this time to get to know you, and I can’t say the same for the other drivers.” You teasingly retorted.

“I'll let the guys know they're in a tight race for your heart." He snickered. The man was on the verge of tears when his manager came by to remind him of his impending flight. “Flight’s in an hour, Lando,” snapped him right back to reality.

He entrusted you with his bags as he ran out to run a quick pre-flight errand. You couldn’t help but squeal the second Lando had vanished from view. What kind of magic was in the air at this airport and could it be bottled?

You tapped through your best friend’s Instagram stories as you awaited his return. The nearly empty lounge echoed as Lando asked a nearby gentleman for a pen and jotted something down. Breathless, he handed you a card, urging you to read it later.

"Your shoelace is untied," he mentioned, and as he bent down to tie it, his blue-green eyes met yours. 

The British racing driver left your life in the abrupt way he had entered it. You took in the card, decked out with drawings of mac and cheese, milk and cereal, and avocado and toast, captioned "Better Together" at the bottom.

It was the only card in the store, but it felt just right. You highlighted “words of affirmation” as your love language, so I thought I’d give this a go. Thanks for keeping me company. Talk soon? - LN 

His number was scribbled at the end. You quickly changed your lock screen widget to showcase his stats and took a screenshot to send his way.

New look. I might be biased, but I think you just became my favorite driver. Let's see if you can keep it up.

He replied right away.

I like the sound of that. When can I see you again?

[libraryofloveletters]

Caught In The Headlights

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader & Carlos Sainz Jr x Fem!Reader

Warnings: based off the 2022 season - lots of bickering between the two ferrari drivers, a bit of friendly competition, attempting to flirt and y/n ignores their nonsense, talks of Carlos’s DNF in Austria, the highs and lows of ferrari, baby daddy Jenson Button makes an appearance, lots of time jumps from one race to the other, a slight Carlos bias ( thats just cause I write everything with a Carlos bias) - sorta proof read

Word Count: 3.4k

Author’s Note: I don’t usually write Charles away from the dad series but for C, I will :) this is a few days late but happy birthday @diorleclerc!! love ya bestie!! <33 (do forgive me I had a vision and idk what happened) 

---- 

The start of the season brings chaos; at the factory, on track and most definitely between the drivers. Typically, the beginning of a season means an influx of new staff and reshuffling those who needed to be, both trackside and at Maranello.

Carlos and Charlies made an effort to know most of the staff, at the very least know their names so when they saw that y/n would be joining them trackside, it sparked a bit of friendly competition between the two of them.

It was no secret that you captured the attention of both Ferrari drivers.

The previous two years you were at Maranello overseeing media releases, but  it wasn't until this year that they decided to move your trackside; the woman that previously held the position had decided to leave. Your new position would be the head of the social media releases alongside Silvia.

This meant you'd be working closely with your favorite drivers; and you say favorite lightly; those two were nothing but trouble.

Pre Season Testing - Spain.

“You’re early,” you hear the voice from behind you, causing you to turn. You smiled as the Spaniard makes his way into the garage. “Morning Carlos.”

“Mornin’ y/n, what are you doing here so early?” He asks, setting his coffee cup on the counter.

You lifted the camera to show him, “came in to take some pictures before you two got her all dirty.” You nod towards the car parked in the garage.

“I didn’t know your job included photography.”

He was fixing his race suit but his eyes were fixed on you; the way your bottom lip pulled between your teeth when you were focused, how your brow furrowed when you pressed the little button on the top of the camera. The camera was attached to the strap around your neck, you let it drop against you softly.

“Not usually, but I do what’s needed.” You shrugged, pressed the button to open the garage door a bit more and let some more sun in.

“Looks nice in the sun, no?” Carlos comes over to you, watching as you took a few more photos of the car.

You hummed, “red always looks good in the sun.” As you were about to take another photo of the car, Carlos sits himself on the wheel.

“Take one of me,” he looks at you, a big smile on his face. He looked like a kid in a candy shop despite the fact that you can tell he’s only recently woken up. The camera flashes, the man blinking; between the flash and the sun, he was going blind.

You turn the camera to him, showing him the photo you had taken. Carlos takes the camera to take a better look before handing it off to a mechanic. You look at the driver, brows furrows as you wait for an explanation.

“Take a photo with me, y/n.”

“Carlos,” you start but the man was already grabbing your hand, pulling you to him. “Just one, so we have something to remember your first day on track by.”

“Fine,” you give in, letting him pull you into him. You’re standing next to him, your arm over his shoulder and his arm around your waist, a hand on your hip, respectfully of course; Carlos is a gentleman after all.

“Smile,” the mechanic calls for you, the two of you grinning at the camera. The man hands the camera back to you, you thank him and click into the photos, showing Carlos the photo of you two.

He smiles, nodding. “Can you send that to me?”

“Sure,” you nod, slinging the camera strap over your shoulder.

The garage was full, people moving in and out as they tried to get the cars set up for the testing sessions. Neither of you seem to notice the Monegasque driver coming through the back door but he noticed the two of you. The two of you were still next to each other, his arm comfortably around you.

Charles makes his way over to you, stepping around you and into view. “Am I interrupting?” He asks, eyes focused on you two.

“No,” you take a step away from Carlos, his arm dropping.

Charles looks at his teammate, no one could miss the look Carlos gives him; there’s a look of smugness on his face, perhaps one you could mistake for pride. Meanwhile Charles seemed annoyed, rolling his eyes at his teammate.

“I’ll leave you two to get ready, good luck out there.” You tell them, turning to walk to the other side.

--

Bahrain

The first race of the season was a hit.

To have one driver on the podium is a success but to have both, and for it to be a 1-2 was a feeling like no other.

The entire team was proud; the word was an understatement, there had to be something else to describe the feeling everyone had. There’s a little bubble of joy and happiness and all the good things surrounding the Ferrari garage. The music blaring, the drinks being passed around.

Charles stood on the middle step, his P1 put a smile on everyone’s face and to have Carlos right next to him with a P2 was even better.

The two smiled at each other as the Italian anthem played, looking out at the sea go red below them as the team sung along, terribly off key, to the anthem.

You had started recording as they sprayed each other with the champagne. Both drivers stood by the railing, tipping the now half empty bottles in the direction of the team. Despite the crowd of red, you managed to catch the attention of both drivers without even realizing it. The video was posted to Ferrari’s instagram stories, putting the phone away to watch the rest of the podium celebrations.

Charles was the first one back to the garage, being tugged around, hugged and kissed by mechanics and staff, congratulating the Monegasque driver on his win.

“Hey you!” You smiled, pulling him in for a hug when you saw him free for a moment.

Charles leaned into you, you can feel him put his weight on you. You think nothing of it, he just spent 2 hours in the car and he must be exhausted. His cheek pressed to yours as you rubbed his back for a moment. The feeling of his warm hands seeping through your clothing, as if he was touching your skin directly. You lift a hand, pressing it to his cheek softly; a look of total affection on your face.

“I’m so happy for you.” You smiled.

Nodding, the man smiles, cheeks red as he looks at you. “I’m happy too.”

Charles is being pulled away from you before you could actually let go of him but someone else was trying to congratulate him. You smiled at the man as he stepped away, turning back to smile at you once more.

From the corner of your eye, someone caught your eye. The laugh was the give away, Carlos had seen you before you spotted him. “Hey,” he’s got a big smile on his face, arms opened as you walk over.

“Hey,” you closed the gap between the two of you. You pat his side, leaning back to look at him. “You were fantastic today.”

“I know,” he smiles, making you laugh. “Your chance will come, I promise you that.”

“How do you know?” He looks at you, eyes big and brown like a baby deer. You can see how sticky his skin is under the fluorescent lighting.

“I just do,” your eyes met his. “You’re talented, it’ll come sooner than later.”

“If you say so,” he lets you go, you smile at him as you reach for the buzzing phone in your pocket. There's a message from Silvia, telling you to get the rest of the crew and the drivers to come to the front of the hospitality building to take the team photo.

“Can you get Charles and head to the front of hospitality?” You asked the man, your hand resting on his arm to get his attention.

“Yeah, what for?” He turned to you, “team photo.” You tell him and off he goes, shouting for Charles as he runs through the back hallway of the garage.

“Tell Silvia I'm coming!” You shout to him, hearing him shout back an okay as he disappears around the corner.

You managed to go through and wrangle the last of the crew hanging around, promising them that they can get back to celebrating after you take the photo. You managed to make it there just before the last photo, both drivers calling you over to stand with them.

Considering that the entirety of Ferrari was now squished onto the lawn in front of hospitality, there wasn’t much space for you. Charles calls you over, having you stand between him and Carlos, your hands on either of them to keep yourself from falling over.

--

Miami

It was expected that Miami would be hot, hectic and full. This weekend surpassed any expectations you had. The boys were cooling off prior to the race start and you were on your way to snag some content to post for the fans.

Charles was sitting in his boujee ice tub; matte black with his number on the side. You can see through the water, the ice had melted from the beating sun and his blue shorts were visible. His sunglasses covered his eyes but you can feel him look over at you.

The driver smiles. “Hi y/n.”

“Hi Charles, sorry to bug you-” “You’re never a bother, y/n.”

You nod, a small smile on your face. “I was wondering if you’d be down to do a TikTok, I know you need time to relax and prepare so we can do it another time if you’d like.”

Charles pushes the sunglasses up into his hair, squinting as he looks at you. “What were you thinking of doing?”

“You know the trend with the phone going in the water and then someone appears?” You reach for the phone and he nods, “so am I appearing ?”

“Yeah, that was the idea,” you laughed. Charles sticks his hand out, waiting for you to give him the phone. You open TikTok and set it up, handing it over to him. You step aside, waiting for him to do his thing.

Carlos had just shown up, Rupert dumping the ice into the bucket for him. “My turn next?” The Spaniard asks, letting out a big breath as he gets into the bucket.

“With your plastic tub? No thanks, Carlos.” You teased, earning a laugh from Rupert. “She called you out.” He tells his driver, tossing the ducky into the tub with him.

Charles calls for you, handing the phone over to you. “Is that all?” He asks, watching as you looked over the video he took. You gave him a thumbs up.

“All good, Charles. Thank you,” You smiled before turning back to Carlos. “Your turn now.”

He looks up, hands fiddling with the ducky in the water. You snagged a quick photo of him and the duck. Carlos splashes some water at you and gets your leg wet.“You’re annoying, y/n.”

“As are you, Carlitos. So it’s fine.”

Charles pipes in, “why does Carlos get a nickname and I don’t?” You turn to face the man with the complaint. “Don’t you have a race to prepare for, Charlie?”

The driver laughs, nodding. “Yes I do.”

You left the boys alone, making your way to the hospitality building and upstairs to do some work. Someone else was covering the race from the garage today so you’d be able to get quite a. a bit of work done while they were racing. You decide to move out onto the little balcony attached to the room, catching a glimpse of the red car as it turns the corner, the sound of screaming fans keeping you company.

It was a fantastic weekend for the team after a not too good weekend in Imola. Both drivers were back on the podium; Charles in P2 and Carlos in P3. You had been running all over trying to collect the various cameras to upload footage, you stopped in between to congratulate the boys as you went by. You had been stopped by Jenson outside of hospitality for quite a bit, the ex-driver pulling you into a conversation about the race.

You finally returned to your little room, the crew had scattered for the evening and you were alone, trying to cram in as much work as possible before they had to shut the place down and pack up.

“Y/n!” Silvia shouts, getting your attention. You wheel the chair out of the doorway, leaning back to see the red headed woman at the end of the hallway. “You called?”

“Can you join us in the dining room for a moment?” She asks and you nod, wheeling yourself back in and getting up to make your way to the dining room.

As you approached the room, you noticed there’s a lot of people in the doorway. You peeked in, the two drivers blocking the table by the window.

“You needed me?” You asked no one in general.

Carlos and Charles move, revealing a cake on the table with two candles in it; your age.

“You guys,” you laughed, “you shouldn't have.”

“Of course we had too,” Charles reaches for your hand, pulling you to the table. Carlos hands you the knife to cut the cake, “blow out the candles, make a wish.”

You lean in to blow out the candles, making a wish.

Your birthday was the weekend of the 28th of April but seeing that that was in between race weekends, the team decided to celebrate with you now. You take a few photos with the team, Charles and Carlos taking ones with you to post on their accounts, thanking you for all your hard work during the year.

--

Silverstone

Caco grabs your hand, the Spain flag slung over his shoulder. You climb up onto the fence with him, and a few of the mechanics join in. All of you are shouting, cheering on the Spanish driver as he crossed the line to win his very first F1 race.

You can’t imagine what Carlos must be feeling at that moment; what you felt wasn’t a fraction of what he was feeling.

Joy, happiness, excitement, relief.

Yes, becoming a driver was one thing but winning a race put you in a whole different league. The pressure slips away for a few moments when you win. You get wrapped up in the whirlwind of celebrations and you don’t have to explain yourself to anyone.

You get off the fence, Coco’s hand in yours to help you down. The man pulls you into a hug, squeezing you tight. He was shouting in Spanish, something along the lines of winning and you were beyond happy. The energy coming from  Carlos’s half of the garage was like none other.

Meanwhile, Charles’s half was in a bit of a slump considering the P4 finish.

You can’t lie, it was dampening the fun of a maiden win but nonetheless, you made sure you were there for both of them.

Caco hugs his cousin, Carlos leaning on him but his arms around half of the guys around them. You were squishing in there, you grinned at the driver, your hand on his cheek as you looked at him.

“I’m so proud of you!” You told him when he leans in for a hug, your hand moving to rest on the back of his head.

Carlos nods, his cheek pressed to yours, a signal that he heard you. The yellow and red flag wrapped around him, the biggest smile on his face as he looked at his team.

His heart swelling with pride; he did it. He won a race.

He was coming back to tell Caco something when Seb rested a hand on his back, patting his shoulder. He could barely hear the German over the noise but he could make out the words, leaning onto Seb as he ruffled his thick black hair.

The podium brought smiles to the faces of everyone who loved Formula One. Watching a driver get their maiden win is something special, especially within the team you work for.

You couldn't help the slight feeling of bitterness when you saw Charles, you wished he could be up there to celebrate Carlos’s win on the podium with him but nonetheless, P4 was not a bad finish at all.

--

Austria

Working for Ferrari had its highs and lows and this weekend was definitely one of them. Carlos had a DNF due to his car catching on fire, meanwhile Charles had managed to snag a win in cloudy Austria.

The race was still going on, you were stuck in the garage watching and waiting, hoping that they got there in time. Your heart pounded in your chest, praying that they could get him out in time; anything can go wrong a split second. Thankfully, he got out before anything could go seriously wrong and he returned to the garage with his head hung.

From winning one weekend to a DNF the following week, it was more than a gut punch.

He returned to his driver’s room for a bit, changing off and taking a few moments to himself before coming back to the garage. He was tucked away in the back, headphones over his shoulders as he watched the cars zoom around the track on screen. You quietly navigated your way through the garage to him, nudging him with your shoulder.

“Hey,” you whispered, giving him a small smile. “You okay?”

He nods, a tight lipped smile on his face in return.  You patted his shoulder softly, “you’ll get ‘em next week, don’t stress it.”

“I know.” He nods, turning his attention back to the screen. You leave him alone, figuring he’d need his space to breathe and cool off, collecting his thoughts before heading to the press ring.

Charles was about to cross the line and as you did the previous weekend, you climbed up on the pit fence with the crew, cheering for the driver in the red car. The joy you felt once again was incomparable to any other feeling.

You lived and breathed racing.

You’re not sure that anything could ever compare to this; the smell of gasoline and burnt rubber, the adrenaline, rush and passion that comes with watching it.

You’re there with everyone else, cheering for him when he gets out of the car. You smile at the driver, his eyes bright and the blue reflected even brighter despite the lack of sunshine. He came over to hug everyone, his arms tossed around everyone he could grasp at the moment. You were on the end, your hand on his arm and his hand gripping yours to keep himself up. Your eyes caught his peeking through the opened visor spot.

The podium was wonderful as usual, there’s no better feeling than seeing your driver succeed.

You watched Charles spray his fellow drivers with champagne and much like last weekend, Carlos crossed your mind as Charles did.

You wished both of them could be up there together but it’s not often it works out like that.

--

France

It was unseasonably hot, the buildings were full because everyone was hiding from the blazing sun. If you were lucky enough to find some shade, you stayed there for as long as possible.

Unless they were you.

You had been on the run since you got to the paddock that morning. You were busy the night before so you weren’t able to get any work done, leaving everything for this morning which meant you’d be out in the devilishly hot weather.

“Y/n!” Charles’s voice pulls you from the corner you’d stopped in. You look up from your phone, seeing the driver by the front steps of the hospitality. “Come in! It's boiling out here.” He calls to you, waving to you to come in.

You give in, deciding you’d let him beckon you inside and into the cool air.

The sigh of relief you let out when you walk in earned you a chuckle from Charles, his hand on your back as he turned you in the direction of the dining room. Carlos smiles at you from the table in the left corner, pouring a glass of water. As you reached the table, he offered it to you and you quickly took it, nodding as a thank you.

Charles joins you as you sit, the 3 of you chatting about the upcoming qualifying session. Your phone sat face up on the table, buzzing twice before you got up.

“Where are you off again?” Carlos asks, looking at you.

“Got someone I need to meet up with.” You smiled, picking up your phone.

Charles pipes in, leaning in his chair to flash you a smile. “More important than us?”

You can’t help the giggle, patting his cheek. “I suppose.”

The two drivers watched as you walked out the doors and back into the blazing sun. From their spot in the dining room they could see into the paddock and whoever passed by meaning, they could also see you waiting for whoever it was you were meeting. You glance down at your phone, fingers tapping across it and they notice a man walk up to you.

The man’s arm snakes around your waist, causing you to fall back against him. When the two of you turn to the side, the drivers have a better look at who the man was.

There's a bit of confusion when they realize the man clinging to you was none other than ex Brawn driver, Jenson Button.

You smiled at him, a hand resting on his cheek when he leaned down to kiss you. Not a short one either but one that was clearly backed with love, his hand slipped down to rest on your butt. The white of his button up contrasted with the red of your skirt.

His hand was left there as your hand snaked around his waist, the two of you walking off and out of the driver's view.

The two Ferrari drivers exchange a look of confusion, surprise and can’t help but have a laugh. Carlos speaks first, “did you know she was seeing Jenson?”

Charles shook his head, “no idea, mate. I thought she was single.”

“And here we were busting our ass to get her attention,” Carlos laughed, Charles couldn’t help but join in with his teammate.

--- 

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[silverstonesainz-archive]

favorite fics & other good things ↳ my guilty pleasure reads, social media edits, & favorite people

wanted to compile a list of all my favorite reads, in case yall needed something new to look at. (but also if you follow me, you probably follow all my favs and see all their works anyways). this also a cute little post to show appreciation to my fellow writers/creators on here bc...... it's kind of rough out here and i just wanna give a little love. making this also made me realize i read fics from the same rotation of people so if you have fic recs, do send them my way! but without further ado, here we go!

+ long fics

the devil in disguise by @ricc3rodeo [daniel ricciardo x fem!oc] this can't come as shock to yall. if you haven't read this series then you need to RIGHT now. q is a true & honest to god wench for this series but i love it so much. and i love sam so much. and i love HER so much

moonlight by @vamossainz55 [carlos sainz x fem!reader] another great carlos fic & im not just saying that bc i love niks. the plot is CHEF'S KISS so pls read it is 10/10. (note: the link is to the latest chapter, not a masterlist!)

dogs of war by @schuvries [charles leclerc x fem!reader] spirit is by far one of my favorite writers and people on this hellsite. she has such a way with words and i wanna be here when i grow up. read any and all her works you will never be disappointed.

august rush by @harley-sunday [carlos sainz x fem!reader] the softness, the domesticity, the friends to lovers. so fucking good. easily my favorite fics on this sight.

+ one-shots

to live a lifetime with you by @formulabear [charles leclerc x fem!reader] i remember reading this and feeling every ounce of emotion from it. so good. if you haven't read this then you need to right freaking NOW.

listen up / my dear by @oyesmendes [daniel ricciardo x fem!reader] this one made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. gotta love me some danny ric!!!

though i have to travel far, remember me by schuvries [daniel ricciardo x gn!reader] spirit absolutely tore me apart with this one. ripped me to shreds. so fucking good.

said something stupid, instead of 'i love you.' by @absolutelynotmate [charles leclerc x fem!reader] 27k words of delectable writing. take a seat, drink some coffee, & enjoy the ride of emotions this fic brings

brought me here by @leclsrc [carlos sainz x fem!reader] auds is the only person who can make me cry over oranges. this makes me so ill (but in the best way) and makes me fall for carlos even more.

has yet to pass by leclsrc [carlos sainz x fem!reader] the angsty?? the slow burn?? the ending. you have to read it. HAVE TO.

the 1 by @lxclerc [daniel ricciardo x fem!reader] i think of this fic often. this also tore me to shred in the best way. lex is also one of the best writes yall should read her entire masterlist actually.

+ blurbs

snowflakes by absolutelynotmate [carlos sainz] wanna be in the snow with carlos :(

carousel by absolutelynotmate [carlos sainz] i also want to have his baby

overly sincere by leclsrc [charles leclerc] auds is sick for this one

yellow? by schuvries [carlos sainz] the idea of carlos calling me his "hielo" makes me rabid

frosting by @diorleclerc [carlos sainz / 18+] this... this makes me feral. i want this.

13:44 by formulabear [carlos sainz] the softness of this makes me want to swallow my pillow. i want this man so bad

mick + choking by @whorekneecentral [mick schumacher / 18+] this isn't a blurb so much as it is a brainrot post but it is important to me i include this on the list. i want mick so so so so bad.

+ social media aus

tiktoked / sneaky by leclsrc [carlos sainz] my guilty pleasure au. fuck this is my dream. actually auds got the texts from my phone(real)

a bet is a bet by absolutelynotmate [charles leclerc] this. chef's kiss. the work put into these aus. fuck my wife is PHENOMENAL.

[f1version]

2000s baby! ★ 2K CELEBRATION

note. welcome to my 2k celebration !! this is still crazy, this last week has crazy. you are so amazing and have no idea how happy i am, feel free to request all you want. thank you so so much <3

schedule. september 18th — october 1st

navigation ★ masterlist ★ request

get to know me! — ask questions about my life, opinions, studies, recs, curiosities, favorites, advice, f1 stories, experiences, or gossip with me, anything you want!

game on — ask me to play tumblr games such as cym, top 5, fmk / kmk, would you rather, etc

gallery — request a driver + prompt ( e.g. lewis + late night drive ) and i' make a moodboard for it

little things — request a driver + prompt or a song and i will write some headcanons

on my phone — send me a song + a driver and i'll write an instagram au based on it!

the lost files — if you've submitted a request before and i haven't done it, let me know which one so i can find it and do it! (i'll answer through the original request! )

writing for ★ carlos sainz jr. ★ chares leclerc ★ oscar piastri ★ max verstappen ★ lando norris ★ lewis hamilton ★ george russell ★ alex albon ★ lance stroll ★ daniel ricciardo ★ yuki tsunoda ★ mick schumacher ★ frederik vesti ★ arthur leclerc

mutuals. @lorarri @sainzcaleruega @goldsainz @cartierre @thatsdemko @holllandtrash @willowpains @monzabee @mehrmonga @sainzclerc @hmxltn @lovelytsunoda @chrysanthemonza @silverstonesainz @formulaforza @silverszobo @redclercs @winterbarnesblog @rose-tinted-juls @ricc3rodeo @ofsaintandsinner @vinvantae @lxnceclercs @strawberrysainz @forteafy @a-distantdreamer @silversainz @sebscore @squderia @diorleclerc @writingstoraes @kiwisa @oconso @lxclerc @fleetwooods @softiecharlie @44mercs @silvervioletvalentine @thebearchives @vamossainz55 @deviltsunoda @kevinsdsy @misspaddockverse @whore4mount @softtdaisy @graveyard-dates @butterfliesbysainz

[leclsrc]

favourite writers?

there are severalllll and i have answered something like this before but i am willing to go into detail! it’s crazy how much i can nerd out about them but i’ll tryy to keep things brief lol

@formulaforza writes absolutely beautifully; when i write i think of emulating her. she has a knack for being able to write these little slivers of romance that you otherwise would only know if you experienced it in real life. she writes love/loss/heartbreak very lovingly and puts so much care & craft into what she puts out… seeing the process of her work is a privilege i hold close to me as her friend <3 reading any of mack’s work feels soo poetic and she injects comedy into the most like mundane moments to make everything tie together so much better

@silverstonesainz was the first person i read on f1blr and she remains the person whose masterlist i binge the most to this day bahhahaa her way with words is so beautiful and she weaves through emotion so well — her angst will make u cry but also her fluff will make you shut off ur phone to collect urself and breathe easy again. her knack for detail means u can imagine exactly what she’s trying to convey and simultaneously make it ur own…. also such a joy to scroll through her blog and its cute coordinating themes :)

@schuvries’ dogs of war series is a true example of crazy world building and you will never tire of rereading each chapter with the immmmmmense detail and level of writing that goes into it… she’s also so good at making reading an immersive experience via memes/wips/edits/art that she re/posts like what. pinch me because her talent makes the universe feel so real

@oconso’s work fell off the talent tree and hit every branch on the way down — she always finds a way to hit the spot with fluff and smut hahaa her drabbles are short and sweet in that u will find urself in a constant reread loop and ur eyes will be bloodshoot and ur jaw will be tired from smiling/squealing

other writers i have read/been reading a lot lately include @curiousthyme and @diorleclerc (smut Truly hits wow… wow), @thebearchives and @vamossainz55 (both so lovely and succint with fluff and i always enjoy reading my favorite few fics from them!)

[norrisleclercf1]

Hey, can you please offer some F1 accounts that also write fanfic?

So these are the accounts that got me into F1 more and actually writing F1 so they are.

@holllandtrash

@starkwlkr

@diorleclerc

@deardjo

@micksfilms

@lorarri

These are amazing blogs who's work makes me smile constantly and always get giddy when they post!! They're amazing people, please love them dearly

[lovelytsunoda]

kinktober (tasia's version)!

INTRODUCTION

as a subsection of the cozy collection this year, i wanted to try my hand at writing a few short, light kinktober peices! this will be a challenge for me as i don't consider myself to be particularly kinky, but i wanted to focus on some of the more sensual and softer aspects to kink. i hope you enjoy coming along for the ride with me, and we'll see where this goes! p.s - i've already decided to explore some fun and festive roleplay with lance stroll in my fic 'mr. ghostface'!

PROMPTS!

STRIPTEASE - clement novalak!

WAX PLAY/MASSAGE OILS - yuki tsunoda!

COCKWARMING - colton herta!

SEMI-PUBLIC - david malukas!

SHOWER/BATH - charles leclerc!

TEMPERATURE PLAY - daniel ricciardo!

TAGS

@magnummagnussen @libraryofloveletters @clemswrld @diorleclerc @httpiastri @scuderiamh @lorarri @f1version @sidcrosbyspuck @thatsdemko @oconso

[whorekneecentral]

hey, sooo it's the very first time that i send a message here, so i don't really know how this works hahaha. I just wanted to know if you can recommend accounts like yours, with this type of content and stories. hope you okay and by the way, love your writing.

hi love! welcome and thank you for the love <33 I appreciate it

and yes I knew quite a few accounts that post content like mine, you didn't specify if you wanted football or F1 so I'll put both below!

for F1: @diorleclerc @daydreamingleclerc @oultonparks @lovelytsunoda @micksfilms @monzamash @gaslysgirl @yungbludz @neverinadream @paddockbunny @kaihavertzfc @silverstonesainz @kates-dirty-sister

for football: @starsshoppin @yungbludz @footballfeverr @neymarsrealgf @luvneymar @joaofelixes @neverinadream

please read their rules and check if their inboxes are open before requesting anything from them!

[thatsdemko]

K’s 2K CELEBRATION!

2k of you?! whaaat! I love each and every single one of you!!! and I want to thank some individuals before I get to the celly part!!

@monzabee thank you for making me laugh and getting excited when I post 🥹🫶 I love you endlessly(real)

@diorleclerc thank you for making me laugh! you were my first friend on this silly little app and I cherish our convos

@vamossainz55 thank you for always putting me in a carlos brainrot but also thank you because your works seem to help shape my writing style more and more 🫶

@softtdaisy your comments on everyone’s fic’s and mine inspire me to continue writing. you are truly one of my biggest supporters xx

2K CELLY!!

the fun part mwahaha!!!

lets play a game! - ask me anything! fmk, this or that, which driver, would you rather, or get to know me questions from: here or here!

let’s write! - send me a quote from the prompt lists provided and I’ll do a quick drabble with it!

↳ one , two , or three

🚨req’s for my 2k celly close June 10th!

thank you again from the bottom of my heart!! I love you all and cheers! have fun I can’t wait to see what you send xx

love,

k🫶

[diorleclerc]

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 - 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜

pairing - charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings - just a tooth rotting amount of fluff, mentions of sex at the end

author’s note - giving you guys a little break from all the smutty content

charles would come along with you to a family party

pretty much all of your family was going to be present, including your niece and nephew

he’s met your niece and nephew before and he absolutely adores both of them

so before heading out to the party, he’d insist on stopping by a store so he could buy gifts for them

“charles, it’s not any of their birthdays or anything. you don’t have to get them anything,” you tell him but he doesn’t listen

“okay but what if i’m busy when it is their birthday and i can’t come to their party? this’ll be like an early birthday present from me!” he explains

and he wouldn’t just pick a simple toy for each of the kids; no he’d want to buy them at least three things each

“seriously baby, this is too much,” you sigh as he stands in the toy aisle and debates between two different stuffed animals for your niece

“too much? there’s no such thing as too much, my love. now, which is better? the pony or the cat?” charles holds up the two plushies

but before you could answer, he just tosses them both into the shopping cart

“charles-“

“nope. no protests. she deserves both,” he says and pushes the cart to the next aisle while you follow with a sigh

by the end of the shopping trip, he’d filled up the entire shopping cart with toys

“how are we going to fit all of this in your car?” you ask, raising an eyebrow at him as you stand by his car with the shopping cart

“we’ll find a way. come on, the happiness on their face will be worth it,” charles smiles at you and you can’t help but agree with that

you end up having to hold a few of the toys that didn’t fit in his trunk on your lap for the drive

and when the two of you walk into your parents’ home, your arms are filled with gift bags filled with goodies

as soon as you walk in, the kids run over to you guys

well, more like to charles

“uncle charles!” “uncle charlie’s here!”

“i feel so loved,” you say dryly when your niece and nephew hug onto his legs

“sorry love. i can’t help it that i’m their favorite uncle,” he grins at you

“you’re their favorite because you bribe them,” you gesture to the gift bags

“nooo, they love me because i’m the best. don’t you?” he turns to them and they both nod excitedly

“see?” charles grins

“traitors,” you tell your niece and nephew and they both giggle but give you hugs as well

“but your auntie is right. i do have gifts for you,” charles tells the kids before handing them their gift bags

“oh my gosh! i love them! i love them!” your niece exclaims as she hugs the two plushies tightly against her chest

“I knew you would,” charles smiles

“uncle charles! can we build this right now?” your nephew tugs on his arm after opening his bag to see the multiple lego sets

“no! i wanna play with uncle charlie first!” your niece exclaims, holding onto his other arm

charles would somehow get them to agree that he’d play with one of them before the other

“how about i help you with building for a little bit the your auntie will while i play with your sister? and then we’ll switch off, sound good buddy?” he asks your nephew and he agrees

the entire afternoon, you both play with your niece and nephew, switching off every now and then

charles would help your nephew with his lego set for a little bit then he’d switch with you to have a tea party with your niece and her stuffed animals

you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell at seeing how good he was with kids

and that led to you thinking about how he would be with your own kids

but you quickly shook that thought off, not wanting to think about it until you both talked about it

you had both talked about kids before and how you wanted them in the future

but you weren’t sure if now was the right time

except charles was thinking the exact same thing you were

while you were busy playing with the kids, you hadn’t noticed how he was watching you with a look of pure love on his face

after a few hours, you both say your goodbyes to your family before heading back home to your apartment

the entire ride, charles was pretty quiet but you assumed that he was just tired after the party

but really, he was just thinking about having your own kids

and how gorgeous you’d look pregnant with his baby

he finally broke the silence after driving for awhile

“i want one,” charles speaks up

“want one… what?” you turn to him, confused about what he was talking about

“a baby,” he says

“a- a what?” you ask, clearly surprised

“yeah. i want a mini you or a mini me running around,” he says

“does someone have baby fever after hanging out with the kids all day?” you tease

“you can’t blame me, love. seeing you with the kids makes me wanna have our own,” he sighs

“yeah, me too,” you agree

“really?” now he was the one who was surprised that you agreed with him

“mhm. besides, when we have kids i can finally refer to you as a dilf,” you smirk

“well in that case, why don’t i just pull over and we can get started on making a baby?” he smirks back

“absolutely not. we are not conceiving our child in a car in the middle of the road,” you shake your head

“oh please. how many kids would be able to say that they were conceived in a ferrari?” he scoffs

“not happening babe,” you say as he pulls over anyways

“charles–” you start to scold

“what? we don’t have to make the baby now. but we can still practice,” he smirks before pulling you onto his lap

and two weeks later, you take a pregnancy test and it comes out positive

and charles is probably ecstatic at the fact that you conceived your baby in his car

[scuderiasundays]

the one where the stars aligned

summary: 3 am flashbacks to packed pizzerias, comfortable silences, and post-race kisses + a little insta au at the end 💌

words: 871

a/n: writing fics is my form of self care. i’m seeing a lot of lando love so i thought i’d whip something up! tagging @vamossainz55, @sainzcaleruega , @monzabee, @ssainzz, @holllandtrash, and @diorleclerc just because. feedback appreciated as always. hugs and kisses 🫶🏼

"Come on, put down the melatonin gummies and lend a hand," Lando's voice beckoned, as he motioned for you to join him. It was Lando's brilliant idea to start building shelves for his prized helmet collection at the ungodly hour of 3 AM. Despite feeling drained from a full day of traveling, jet lag refused to let either of you rest. As you took in the sights of Monaco in the dark, your mind couldn't help but picture everyone sound asleep in their beds—a stark contrast to the state you and Lando were in, blasting Burna Boy and diving headfirst into a DIY date night.

You plopped down beside him, and he handed over some screws and posts. To be honest, you had no clue what you were doing, so you just sat there, watching your boyfriend hum along and niftily arrange the pieces. There was a particular air about Lando when he was focused: his slightly creased forehead, furrowed eyebrow, and bitten lip. He caught you midthought and playfully said, "Less staring, more doing," as he handed you the instruction manual.

Maybe it was the sleep deprivation or the fact that your two-year anniversary was coming up, but you found your mind aimlessly wandering. Lando had entered your life at a time when you least expected it. It all began on an evening out in London, which your friends now playfully referred to as "The One Where the Stars Aligned."

You had found yourselves scrambling for a last-minute table at a quaint pizzeria one of you had discovered on TikTok. The restaurant, a charming hole-in-the-wall, was filled to the brim with lively conversation and the aroma of freshly baked pizza. Your waiter hastily directed you to a 10-person table at the heart of the bustling scene, disappearing before any of you could say a word. The long table was already occupied by a few guys who looked to be your age. Reluctant but ravenous, you found yourself settling beside one of them. Throughout the night, you and your mystery man talked nonstop, effortlessly volleying back and forth. The rest, as they say, was history.

There were countless reasons you loved your boyfriend, but a few things really stood out. Lando's attentiveness was unmatched. If a conversation made you uneasy, he would pick up on it and hurry to your side, ready to rescue you from any situation. If he noticed a Netflix show had you on the verge of tears, he would edge closer to you on the couch and quietly slide over a box of tissues. If you were lost for words to congratulate him on an impressive drive, he would kiss you simply to shut you up.

Even though Lando's job required him to exude confidence and poise in public, behind closed doors, he was just as much of an introvert as you. Whether sitting side by side in his driver's room, with him editing photos and you buried in a book, there was an ease to the silence that never felt uncomfortable. It was your way of recharging your social batteries, soaking up each other's presence without the need for constant conversation.

You had also grown to love the people Lando surrounded himself with. He was big on quality time and always sought to spend as much of it with you as possible. Initially unsure if his friends would appreciate your constantly hanging around, you were pleasantly surprised when they warmly embraced you into their circle. "I'm just glad he's found someone else to bother instead of P and me," Max jokingly said during a double date at the driving range.

Your bond with Flo had also grown stronger, as you joined her for one-on-one horse-riding lessons at the stables. She would share stories about little Lando, granting you intimate glimpses into his past that, without him knowing, made you love him even more.

Lando went above and beyond to introduce you to the other drivers too. You often third-wheeled on Carlando outings, intervening when they bickered like an old couple. On some nights, he’d arrange actual double dates with Carmen and George, the three of you trying but always failing to convince Lando to try some sushi.

You were the first person he FaceTimed when Daniel had confided he’d be back on the grid sooner than expected. “If this leaks, I’ll know who to hunt down,” he giggled while munching a chicken quinoa wrap, his staple pre-race meal.

Lost in reverie, you hadn’t even realized you’d zoned out until Lando waved his hands frantically in front of you, snapping you back to reality. The shelves were now magically built, showcasing the colorful helmets he’d raced in and swapped over the years.

“What were you thinking about, babe?” He asked as he stepped back to double check that the shelves were even.

“Just how much I love you,” you replied as you gave him a peck on the cheek.

If you could be anywhere in the world, you’d still choose to be right there with him, watching the sunrise paint your apartment the warmest shade of orange. You closed your eyes and silently prayed that you and Lando would always be this close, forever and ever.

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liked by ciscanorris1, alex_albon, and 41,113 others

landonorris: a few of my favorite thingssss

yourusername: not even pressed danny ranks higher than me! he’s back like he never left 🙌🏼

danielricciardo: bisous

landonorris: nobody compares to you, baby!!

flonorris1: don’t have too much fun without me, lovebirds 🧡

heidiberger_: what a flight! let @yourusername and i know if anyone wants to join our “my boyfriend has a distinctive laugh” club

yourusername: more like the “i couldn’t get any sleep because my boyfriend kept cackling” club 🫠

fan2: the wags are spilling tea and i ADORE them

barbiethemovie: she’s everything. he’s just ken.

mclaren: in lando we trust 🫡

[libraryofloveletters]

anj’s 6k celebration! <3

hi besties! 

it’s a bit delayed but thank you so so soooo much for 6k! - technically it’s 6.1 now but thank you nonetheless!! I can hardly believe it, it’s like.. crazy to think so many of y’all have been here to listen to me ramble, hop from fandom to fandom, support me, make me laugh - you guys are the best, truly.  

I know I usually do a celebration for big milestones like this and I couldn’t let 6k pass without doing one. this one is gonna be a little different from the usual blurb writing sets I do :)

this celebration is for social media aus only!!  

running from: April 17th to April 22nd - this is the period to send in requests.

tagged under: anj’s 6k aus 

open to everyone! - anons and all :)))

limited to one request per anon, moots can send 2 :) simply because the last celebration I did had over 100 submissions - I will be picking in choosing which ones to do as I do have another things and I won’t be able to do all of them 

open for footballers and f1 drivers only!

moots under the cut <333

tagging -- @timetorace @diorleclerc @lickmeleclerc @halsteadssneakylink     @crazybagelbitch @kodzubear @astonvs @lovelytsunoda @ads-skywalker-leclerc @daydreamingleclerc @themandaloriansdiaries @sebscore @percervall @kylianswag @estevries 

[timetorace]

Sword to the Stone: Chapter 10

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the people or real events that are portray in this story. I'm just writing trying to make everyone enjoy this story. It’s not my intention to offend anyone or hurt susceptibilities.

Im so so so so sorry for the delay. First I dont have my laptop and second I had kind of a writer´s block. Now this is it, Charles finding out. PASCALE AS THE MAIN CHARACTER.  As always, dedicated to my gurl @diorleclerc​ and everyone supporting this story  <3

ship: pierre gasly x leclerc sister!reader.

summary: “How you feeling, sweetheart? Are you moving on? Are you sleeping okay? Or do the nights go on and on?”

warnings: none. 

word count: +4.600 words.

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May 2021 | Monte Carlo, Monaco:

When you returned to Boston, you were physically and mentally exhausted. You couldn’t even think what you were going to do next since apparently, you didn’t have a job anymore. Ben had insisted for days after the breakup, sending flowers, calling you from another phone, and sending other people like your few friends from work to give you a message. Until one day, one day you had fucking enough so one day you called him to tell him in French and English to fuck off after he sent you some flowers with a card that said: “stop being so emotional”.

Ben hadn’t even occupied your mind a tenth as much as Pierre had. You still couldn’t properly think about the fact that he went to Boston all those years ago. Everything would have been so different if only he had let you know. Back then, you were so miserable that you would have returned to Europe in the blink of an eye if he told you how much he loved you. You would have fallen on your knees in front of him and you would have returned with him.

Now, four years later, you weren’t so sure you were the same girl you were four years ago. You didn’t want to throw yourself back into the pool of vertigo and mixed feelings about what Pierre meant to you. You hadn’t been able to think straight since those last three messages he had sent you. Why had he taken so long to say those words to you? Why? You had given him many opportunities to do so, when you left the hotel, when they argued in Monza and when they talked about the bracelet in Tuscany. Three chances. And in all of them, he had let you go or walked away from you.

In May, you had to go back to Monaco, your work visa was expiring, and you didn’t get any job on time, so you went back to Monte Carlo to join Lorenzo at the equity firm where he worked. You honestly weren’t half as mad about having to come back as you thought you were. Also, one advantage was that all your family and friends were close. Most of your friends lived in Europe and all your close family was in Monaco, so after all, it was not a bad plan. The problem was that now you were close to Pierre again, and you had been avoiding the Frenchman, especially since what had happened last time. Neither of you had broken the ice after that last message from Pierre. Nothing. Just radio silence. It was almost as if he was waiting for you to make the first move and say something to him; you weren’t sure you wanted to though.

That week was the Monaco Grand Prix and Charles had been in a good mood to help you clean your old room at your parents’ house and tidy everything up to move into your new apartment. A nice gesture, especially when Arthur had almost invented emergency surgery to avoid having to help you with it. However, Charles had dragged him to help you, too. He was loading a couple of boxes into the car while you and Charles finished organizing everything.

You went into the bathroom and when you came back into the bedroom, Charles was kneeling on the floor, picking up what appeared to be the contents of a box that had been dropped on the floor.

“Sorry, I tried to reach it and I dropped everything,” He apologized “I don’t think I broke anything”

You saw how he kept some pins and you realized it was not just any box. It was the box. Your box of memories “Okay, let me pick it up” You hurried to answer to get closer to him.

“This is funny,” Charles told you while examining one of the string bracelets that you had kept in the box. You were a sentimental girl, so you had all those things in a safe place. “It’s like the one Pierre has,“

“No idea,” you replied, kneeling in front of him. “You know I like to keep cheap trash,“

He took a couple of colored papers to put them back in the box and then you knew he saw it when he tilted his head to read them. He had distinguished Pierre’s handwriting. You had always teased him that his handwriting was perfect and super refined calligraphy and you were sure that Charles knew that too, since he had similar handwriting.

-----------------------------flashback - 17 years old--------------------------------

A month had already passed since your birthday and since then you and Pierre had shared none other moment or talk. When you had gotten up that morning, you had discovered that the alarm had never sounded, and you had heard the voices of your brothers having breakfast in the kitchen. Weird.

You were finishing your homework on the sofa while Charles, Anthoine, and Pierre were playing FIFA. Again. Wasn’t there another game? Every time they played that game, the house became a battlefield between Charles throwing the remotes when he lost and the screaming of the boys.

While Anthoine and Charles were playing a game and yelling at each other, Pierre walked over to you and took one of the sticky note pads you had on the coffee table.

“Can I help you with something?” You asked him. Raising your brows, he simply took a pen before writing something quick on the note and giving it to her.

“You look pretty”

“Thanks?” you wrote back

“I mean it”

“Why are we writing?”

“I can’t tell you out loud what I want to say,” he wrote before nodding at Charles and Anthoine.

“It would...?”

“one day”

“One day, what?”

“One day I’m gonna marry you”

You let out a laugh before writing your answer “You don’t even know that”

“I know,” He wrote, and you raised your eyebrows in response before he took the pad back to continue writing “You told me you expected me to be the one. I know you the one are for me”

You gave him a smile in response and simply drew a heart under his words. You weren’t even dating, but that was a promise.

-----------------------------flashback--------------------------------

“Wait, isn’t this..?” He said and you could see his brain from him working to connect the dots. “Please tell me this isn’t the handwriting of who I think it is,” Charles looked up at you “Tell me I’m just seeing things”

You didn’t know what to say or how to get out of that situation, so you just said the most and maybe the worst because you were incriminating yourself “It’s not his handwriting”

Charles snorted “Please don’t insult my intelligence” He rummaged through the box and you leaned in to prevent him from rummaging through your things “When was this?” He asked showing you a polaroid photo of you and Pierre on the beach that had been taken by Anthoine.

“Saint-Tropez, summer 2017,” you murmured

Charles recoiled almost like a wounded animal while you see he was trying to process the information “With Pierre? My Pierre?

“Your Pierre?” You asked, raising your brows.

“You know what I mean,” He growled “You and Pierre...?”

You said in response, almost confirming all the thoughts your brother was having. There was no point in denying it anymore and you wouldn’t have known how to do it, anyway. Charles was smart enough to know if you were lying.

“Oh my God,” Charles murmured “Oh my God” Your brother jumped up from the ground “Ho-how, what, when?”

“That’s a lot of questions”

“Yeah and I’m not sure I wanna know the answers either”

“We didn’t have a relationship or anything serious, if that’s what you are wondering.” You shrugged, trying to downplay the whole situation.

“Yes, because that makes everything better,” He told you before rolling his eyes and grasping the bridge of his nose between his fingers “Wait, what?” Charles looked up to look at you again “Oh my god” You felt a little sorry cause your brother looked like someone had thrown a glass of cold water on him “I just... I can’t” He let out a sigh “And you thought about telling me that this was going on?”

“Because nothing serious happened, I swear” You were a liar. Five months ago he had sworn that he would love you forever and ever “There was nothing to talk about”

“You didn’t think it was important to tell me you were seeing my best friend?”

“What we had was not important enough to tell you” You were going to hell for being a liar. Especially since your brother gave you an incredulous look while being perfectly aware that you were lying to him outright. “We weren’t exactly ‘seeing’ each other, we had an affaire, an aventure, whatever you like to call it” It hadn’t been an affair or an adventure, but you didn’t know how to define it either. Pierre had been a hurricane that had devastated everything and your life had never been the same after that “We tried for a couple of months right when we were trying for Toro Rosso, didn’t work out, we finished’’ You let out a sigh “I moved to Boston, I signed with Toro Rosso, that was it’’ If it hadn’t been so important you would have mentioned it first but you didn’t want Charles and Pierre’s friendship to be harmed by all that either.

“That was it? That was it and you are still keeping these things?”

“I forgot about it” A liar. You were going to have to go to confession after lying so much in just a few minutes.

“Wait… when he was trying for Toro Rosso? That was 2017! You have been keeping this away from me for four years?” Every minute, things were getting worse. Charles was connecting the dots quicker.

“You did your math,” you answered before placing your arms on your hips “I don’t know what you want me to say”

“I want you to tell me I’m delusional and that you haven’t been in love with him all this time under my nose and didn’t tell me anything,” Charles almost spat, and you saw that fire in his eyes. The betrayal, the pain, but what hurt you the most was his expression of disappointment that he had. It was the same look a father gave a son when he found out he had been keeping secrets.

“There wasn’t any point in telling you after things went so wrong,” you pointed out. The only thing that would have done was drive a wedge between him and Pierre even though you thought they would eventually get over it.

“Still, I deserved to know.” You couldn’t deny that he was right. “You couldn’t find the right time to tell me in the last four years?”

“I’m sorry” Now you couldn’t avoid the dominant feeling of guilt that was invading you because your brother had to find out that way “I didn’t want you to get mad at Pierre”

“I thought you at least would have the courtesy to tell me when you were seeing my best friend,” Your brother sounded so hurt that you not only felt guilty for hiding it from him but because the betrayal he felt at that moment was reflected in his eyes from the “I don’t know what hurts me more if your treason as my sister or his as my friend”

“Charles…” Your voice came out almost like a plea. ‘Please don’t be mad at me’ was the subliminal message behind your voice.

“I don’t wanna talk right now,” He replied, taking a few steps towards the door.

“Charles, you called him, but he ignored you leaving your room. A few moments later, you heard the front door slam shut.

“Wow, you made Charles, the most patient person in the world, mad at you.” Arthur came through the door and leaned against the frame. “You screwed it up.” He scoffed, and you grabbed a pillow from your bed and threw it at him. Stupid dwarf.

—————

PIERRE POV:

Petit calamar: Can I come in? Did you bring the PS5?

Pierre: Sure, we can order something to eat.

It was the week of the Monaco Grand Prix and normally it was Pierre who went to Charles’s house to play with the simulator, but as he always brought his PS5 to all the trips, sometimes he liked to come to his room. However, this time Charles was weird and not good weird but weird and weird because it was like he was watching every move he made. Pierre was wondering what the hell was going on and he couldn’t concentrate on the game at once. It was already the third time he revived and the fourth time he asked Charles if everything was alright. His phone was on the coffee table in front of them and when it rang, Pierre couldn’t even reach for it before Charles could read the text, too.

Princesse: HE KNOWS!!!!!

Oh shit. Charles paused the game and stared at him. Did he know? How? When did that happen? So coming up there had been a strategy to come see him after all. What was going through his head? Everything was unknown to him.

Pierre let out a sigh “I should have told you”

Charles looked at him for a few seconds, which made Pierre wonder if he had heard “Yes, you should have”

Pierre didn’t know how to handle this Charles, he knew how to handle various moods of his but he didn’t know what to do with that Charles who seemed to have a vibe between murderous instincts, disappointment, and pondering the whole thing at the same time. If it had been you who had told him or if Charles had found out from someone else. Honestly, Pierre wouldn’t have been surprised if someone else had told him. After all, he knew that at least Lorenzo and Pascale suspected something, but Pierre didn’t think they had said anything.

“Would you have told me eventually?” Charles asked.

Pierre was torn between being as honest as possible with him or sweetening the situation a bit to soften the fall of his friend and prevent their friendship from going down the drain “No, I wouldn’t have”

“Why? Wasn’t it important for you to tell me?”

“You are one of my best friends” Pierre conceded to him “But your sister is the love of my life” I didn’t want to lose either of them but if Pierre had to choose, he knew he could live without Charles but he couldn’t live without you “And she didn’t want to tell you and I respected that” He knew you didn’t want to tell him because he didn’t want their friendship to end but at that moment, Pierre didn’t know if there was any friendship left either. Charles was stoic. It was one of those times when he couldn’t tell what his friend was thinking.

“Would you be willing to end our friendship for her?”

“Yes,” He replied quickly before letting out a sigh “I’m sorry but I would, yes” Would Charles feel offended because he preferred you to him? It was not a matter of choice but of necessity. He needed you and he wanted you much more. If he could have them both, then the “If I have to choose between her or you, she will always come first” Pierre had tasted life without you and he didn’t enjoy living it. That life was missing something. You. He didn’t want to treasure the moments he had with you. He wanted to make new moments.

Charles let out a sigh “I wish you had told me”

“Me too” Not that he didn’t want to, it was that he hadn’t been able to do it even if he wanted to, even if he had insisted on you to do it when both of them had been about to be something else, he had taken it upon himself to throw everything away “But it’s what it’s”

“That this has been going on under my nose for so long makes me feel so stupid.” Charles rubbed his hand over his face.

“I’m sorry, mate” Pierre wasn’t sure what to say.

“There’s one thing I don’t understand though,” Charles muttered and Pierre nodded for him to go on “Here you are, telling me you’re willing to break our friendship for her, and yet you’re not even with her, do you mind explaining?”

Pierre sighed “It’s complicated”

“I guess yes”

“Your sister doesn’t want a relationship with me,” He explained, “And I screwed things up and I think I realized it too late”

“She didn’t get married because of you?” Hopefully, Pierre would love the answer to that question to be yes, but from what you had told him, she wasn’t ready to marry the American and be the perfect trophy wife he wanted.

“She didn’t get married because she didn’t want to”

“And that doesn’t give you the signal that maybe she wants you?”

“I told her I loved her, but she has said nothing since then. That means she doesn’t want to be with me” Pierre shrugged. You hadn’t contacted him since that last text chat on New Year’s and he’d be lying if he didn’t admit that he’d looked at those last three messages he’d sent wondering if he hadn’t gone too far and pushed you too hard.

“Or that she’s incredibly stubborn.”

“That too,” Pierre agreed before they both let out a laugh and fell silent again.

“I need to process all of this, but we’ll be fine then” To Pierre’s surprise, Charles pressed play again and took control of the PlayStation.

Pierre cracked his mouth and stared at him while Charles looked at the TV screen “Excuse me? You said we’re fine? I just confessed that I love your sister and you tell me we’re going to be fine?”

“Do you want us to be bad?” He asked, raising his brows.

“What you just said made me think you didn’t accept it.” Especially when he had asked hypothetical questions about whether he preferred him or you.

“You don’t care if I accept it or not,” Charles pointed out and Pierre couldn’t agree more with him “And I respect that because it means that you will sacrifice our friendship of over fifteen years for her,” The logic of the monegasque  wasn’t so far wrong if that was the case “And that’s enough for me,” Charles added “That said, let me kick your ass today”

“You wish, mate,” Pierre said, and knew that despite everything, everything was going to be fine between them.

——————————————————————————————

June 2021 | Monte Carlo, Monaco:

A couple of days had passed since the Monaco GP and your brother still hadn’t spoken to you. He technically did, but you still hadn’t cleared the air between you, so the situation was still strange. Charles assured you he just needed time to process everything, but you felt guilty that everything blew up. When you and Pierre had tried it, you didn’t want to say anything to him because you guys were still in the early stages, then you guys had broken up and technically for the next four years, nothing had happened. You guys weren’t even together, for God’s sake, despite that and somehow, it was all a mess.

“I still ain’t talking to you?” your mom asked when you entered the kitchen. Your mom was kneading the dough for the pizza. Lorenzo and his girlfriend Emma were going for lunch along with Arthur, who was always willing to be fed by other people. Charles declined, probably because of you.

“Nope” You answered him before heading to the kitchen sink to wash your hands “He asked me why I didn’t marry Ben” Yesterday while you were both clearing the table at your mother’s house and putting the dishes in the dishwasher In an awkward silence, your brother had blurted out the question out of the blue. A question for which you had no answer “I don’t even know the answer, I mean, it was too early for sure and I don’t know why he thought I was going to stay home as a trophy wife”

“I like to think that if you were going to marry someone, you would have told me about him before he showed up and asked me to marry you,” your mom replied as you dried your hands with a dishtowel. You put on a kitchen apron so you didn’t get your clothes dirty.

“I wonder if he loved me, I think he did, kind of” You shrugged your shoulders and took a bowl to join flour, warm water, and yeast to form the dough.

“He asked you to marry him and you don’t know if he loved you?” Your mother raised her eyebrows.

“It would have been easy if you just didn’t give him permission to do so,” you teased before your mom let out a laugh.

“Oh, I knew you were going to say no, sweetie,” she replied “There has always been one man in your heart”

“Ugh, I wished people would stop saying that” She too? You jerked your head to look at the ceiling in exaggeration before letting out a snort. “Did you all know about me and Pierre?”

Your mom nodded “Except for your brother who practically lives with his head in the clouds,” Your brother was amazing, but he was distracted and he used to abstract from his surroundings. “I don’t understand how he can be so focused on racing when he doesn’t realize pretty much anything,” You let out a laugh.

“I understand why he is angry anyway,” you pointed “He feels betrayed by me and I should have told him before”

“Maybe you should have yes, especially cause I didn’t raise you to keep secrets,” she scolded you and you took the dough out of the bowl to knead it on the table “But I understand why you didn’t do it”

You hadn’t given your mom many details. You just told her you two had tried, but that you had separated before formalizing the relationship or that it was important enough to tell her something.

“We didn’t even start calling what we had a relationship,” you confessed. You had always been very honest with your mother about everything and anyway, there was nothing to say to her other than that they had almost become something. Almost.

“Do you think your father didn’t tell me he once saw him come out of your room?” Your mother asked and you let out an exclamatory breath.

“Oh my God, did he do it?”

“Of course, we hid nothing from each other, darling”

“God, how embarrassing!” You complained with a groan.

“I used to call you princess, remember that?” She asked, and you rolled your eyes. As if you could forget, she and Pascale had laughed about the whole thing at the Tuscan Grand Prix last year reminiscing about the good old days “Pascale and I used to think that was adorable”

“We were kids,” you pointed out before shrugging, “And he still does,” you added in a slightly lower tone.

“He still does?” Your mom asked, raising her brows, “Do you think he would still call you like that if he wasn’t in love with you?”

“I don’t know” You shrugged. You didn’t want to answer that question.

“I think you do”

“Mom, he decided he loved me because he saw I was with someone else, before that he just kept running away from me like I was poison,” You could still remember vividly when you had given him the choice to love you and he had just looked before turning to leave.

“Sometimes one needs to lose something to realize what they have,” your mother pointed out “Maybe he took a while to realize it, but in the end, he did”

“Yeah, but some people would say that’s toxic?” You argued, “Coming to me just because I was with someone else?” You remembered the conversation you both had that morning when he went to your hotel room.

“And what about you? Do you think he is toxic? You have known him for a long time, I think you can answer that by yourself“

“No, I don’t think he is,” you confessed. You thought you two had a lousy sense of timing, but the main problem was that you were scared. Afraid that you two would explode again “But still he gave up on us, I gave him chances and still he didn’t take them”

“Did you wonder why he did it? Sometimes we make mistakes with the people we love,” your mom asked, stretching the dough in the pan.

“He told me he loved me,” you confessed, biting your lower lip and oiling a bowl to let the bun rise.

“So, what is holding you back?” Your mother asked, tilting her head.

“Mom, there’s nothing to ensure that Pierre and I won’t blow up again.”

“Look (Y/N), your father and I? What do we have? I’ll always look back and think about how grateful I’m for all the memories he gave me but I’ll also wish we had more time, cause time is never enough when you are in love, don’t waste it by trying to run away from it,” Your mom had a point. But you were afraid, not only that your heart would break again, but that you were wasting time avoiding the inevitable.

You lost nothing by trying again. The problem was that this time; you didn’t think you were going to bear the pain of walking away from him again. You couldn’t survive that again and the last thing you needed was your heart shattered into a thousand pieces again. Now you two grew up and you weren’t the same person you were four years ago. Neither was Pierre, but was that enough?

“Pierre is adrenaline, danger, and pain, he is not safe at all” You bit your lower lip. He was a set of feelings that gave you vertigo.

“Oh honey, love isn’t supposed to be safe, otherwise it would be boring,” she giggled “It’s supposed to be exciting and fun and new”

Was it enough? Was love enough to keep them together? Pierre loved you, or at least that was what he had told you and you knew you loved him, but was it going to be enough love for both of you not to crash again? It was going to be a harder fall than last time. Pierre had told you he believed he was not enough for you, but you knew that the only thing you needed from him was that he loved you. And according to his own words, he did it and would do it forever and ever. You could solve the rest on the fly, so what were you waiting for to spend the time that he stayed with you?

“Somewhere you need to be?” Your mom told you, interrupting the course of your thoughts.

“Yes, in fact, yes,” you replied, taking off your kitchen apron. How long would it take to go to Milan?

“Should I wait for you to have lunch?” She asked you as you headed towards the kitchen door.

“Don’t”

If all went well, you wouldn’t be coming back soon.

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[lewisdidthat]

I miss your writing too :( could you recommend some works or writers to us c:?

ummm absolutely can recommend you some incredible writers!!! this is by no means an exhaustive list so i am very sorry if i missed some mutuals, but off the top of my head here are some faves <3

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[violetszone]

do you have any blog recs?

Are you asking this because you trust my taste or because I haven't written anything?I'm sorry if it's because of the second one (i am joking)

I usually go and read from the tags, but there are a few authors that I can remember that I read most of their articles with pleasure.

So here are they: @marigoldgasly (definitely not because she's my friend, she's really good at writing smut) @micksfilms @paradisehamilton @mauvecherie-writes @whorekneecentral @diorleclerc @lxclerc @justspreadmythighs