#f1 fan fic

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storiesforpeanut [ lando norris ]

[ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 ] — bf!lando norris x pregnant gf!reader . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ 🫂 °.   *

[ 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗦 & 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ] — soon-to-be-parents, fluff, mentions pregnancy, no specific timetable . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ ℹ️ °.   *

࣪˖ 💭 .. 𝗘𝗬𝗔’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 ⌕ this is inspired by a filipino actor, ryan agoncillo’s instagram hashtag, #storiesforlucho ! something about dad!lando makes me feel so soft >_< i’ll post this first before posting the written version of fine line (bc i am in a deep pit of writer’s block) anyway, enjoy <3

this work is purely fictional. names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. © httpsuniverse, 2023. do not steal, repost in other platforms, translate and/or claim this work as your own.

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storiesforpeanut the day mum and dad went to the hospital to make sure if the tests were true, if you were true. and you were. mum and dad are both confused, scared, but are confident that they could take care of another human being. peanut, the moment we saw this sonogram, our hearts were filled with joy.

this is the day dad called you ‘peanut’ because look at how little you were, my peanut. dad even convinced mum to name you peanut, but mum shut that idea right away. our little peanut, this account is dedicated to you, so you can look at our memories as a family.

peanut, mum and dad loves you so much. you may have changed the trajectory of our lives, but we are still grateful enough to have you in our life. we love you, peanut.

love, dad.

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storiesforpeanut you were getting bigger day by day, peanut. bigger and stronger that mum was starting to show. mum never left my side, never missed a weekend supporting whatever it is dad was doing. she started wearing bigger clothes to avoid people seeing. not that she was embarrassed, but because mum was afraid that something would happen at the early stage of your growth.

mum did not believe in superstitions during pregnancy, but when you were growing inside of mum, she didn’t want to jinx anything that might harm you, peanut. avoiding the public eye was hard, but heck, your mum did such a good job doing so.

we love you, peanut. and we will protect you from any harm. we will protect you for the rest of our lives.

love, dad.

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storiesforpeanut our first day back in abu dhabi after a year. mum got ready for our friday schedules and we arrived earlier. people were shocked to see her, after hiding her bump with oversized clothes for at least two months while accompanying dad. people took photos of mum and dad, people started congratulating the both of us.

we hid you for a little while, peanut. that’s because of dad’s work where almost everyone in the world is staring at us and that scared mum and dad. that someone might mob the both of us and could cause you and mum harm.

negativity aside, peanut, your aunts and uncles were excited when they saw mum. everyone, including dad’s big boss had a huge grin on their faces. everyone was happy to meet you, peanut. even though it will still be a few months until we meet you personally.

we love you, peanut. we can’t wait to meet you here.

love, dad.

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storiesforpeanut mum and had has two moods: beach mood and winter mood. this is taken after our weekend in abu dhabi. we stayed for a few more days, exploring the beach and enjoying the sun before going to a cold place to spend some time with dad’s friends (and ski! which mum can’t do as of the moment, don’t want to harm you, peanut).

you won’t believe it, peanut. mum threw a snowball on dad's head, her revenge because i insisted we call you peanut.

mum enjoys the sun and winter, peanut. those are her favourite season. dad, however, loves all seasons as long as he gets to spend it with mum and you, as well, peanut. mum and dad will experience these seasons with you in a few months.

we love you, peanut. we can’t wait for you to experience your first snow, first beach, first autumn and first spring.

love, dad.

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storiesforpeanut taken while mum and dad are on their way to maccy d’s in the middle of winter. mum said she wanted fries without the salt. /fries without the salt/. even though that was a weird request, can’t deny mum her weird cravings. after all, she’s growing a literal human inside her–which is you, peanut.

also, mum only ate three pieces of fries and made me eat it while she watched. that i didn’t like. but you know what? dad is ready to give you everything you want. you and mum. be it a weird craving, late night feed or nappy change–i will be there for you and mum. always in all ways.

we love you, peanut. we can’t wait for you here.

love, dad.

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storiesforpeanut mum took this video. the very first time you kicked, and dad was in the shower (unfortunately). mum and dad are visiting mum’s family where mum reunited with her childhood dog. mum’s pup, poppy, immediately went to her and checked. poppy sensed your existence, peanut. even poppy was excited to meet you.

mum and dad’s family are delighted to have you, peanut. especially your grandmums. they now named themselves, nan from dad’s mum and granny from mum’s side.

we love you, peanut. we are all waiting for your arrival.

love, dad.

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storiesforpeanut 30 weeks in, and we finally saw your beautiful face, peanut. mum and dad haven’t gotten over the first time they heard your heart beat, felt your kicks, yet here you are... so beautiful as mum’s doctor showed us your face.

peanut, mum and dad were scared the first time we found out that mum was pregnant. but seeing you now, all those fears are gone and we feel confident that we can do this–together.

you are such a happy baby, peanut. you even got dad’s dimples, said mum. you are a perfect balance of mum and dad.

we love you, peanut. 10 more weeks until we finally meet. we can’t wait for that day to come.

love, dad.

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storiesforpeanut last week of mum’s beautiful belly. any day now, we will finally meet you. you’ll have your first breath, first cry. mum and dad and other family members cannot wait to finally meet you, peanut.

the last nine months has been crazy, peanut. it was crazy, but it was fun. brought mum and dad closer than ever. you’ll be so loved, no, you are so loved already, peanut. and a little spoiled because some of dad’s friends from work have sent you numerous toys and clothes and even diapers to last for the next year or two.

we love you, peanut. we’ll see you soon.

love, dad.

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storiesforpeanut well, it’s nice to meet you, peanut. mum and dad are delighted to finally see you. mum laboured for almost 24 hours, and by the time stroked at exactly 04:49 am, you were born.

dad almost passed out during your birth (for some reason), but dad got through it. mum was so brave, dad held her hand throughout the procedure and never left mum’s side.

peanut, the second they returned you to mum and dad after cleaning you and helping mum, we couldn’t stop looking at you. how could we make such a beautiful baby like you? said dad.

we love you so much, peanut. welcome to the real world.

love, dad.

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storiesforpeanut on your very first boat ride, dad had the courage to finally ask mum an important question. a question dad has been wanting to ask mum since he saw your very first sonogram. and guess what, peanut? mum finally agreed to marry dad!

you may not remember this at all, peanut. but it was a day to remember, indeed. dad really wanted this to be perfect, and he got what he wanted. this is a year full of surprises.

we love you, peanut. we love you so much.

love, dad.

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our tree / CL16

Summary: Charles x childhood friend!reader - Another little idea.

Warnings: four time skips, little kiss scene, kind of melancholy at the end

Requested?: Take a wild guess.

Author's Note: I hope you read and enjoy, because I'm super proud of this one! 🥹🥹🥹. I actually think I was reading a fantasy book when this one came on me strangely enough.

"Alright, well, make sure to stay together! And stay in the orchard!" your mother called as you and your friend rushed out the door, running to get out the moment your mother said it was okay.

"Okay, Mama!" you called back, slamming the screen door behind you. You and your friend, a light haired boy with bright eyes and the name of Charles, ran together, racing each other automatically, without even establishing it, both of you just being very competitive kids.

Yes, Charles was a competitive kid, alright. Everyone knew that much. Definitely probably more competitive than you, but that wasn't very hard. Charles was more competitive than most people.

The young boy was running so fast, trying to beat you, that he tripped, falling right on his little chubby face. "Charlie!" you gasped, bending down next to your friend. But then you scolded, "Charlie, you gotta be more careful. Remember what Mama told us?"

Charles looked up slowly. He had a little scratch on his cheek and a mark of dirt across his forehead. His bottom lip curved forward for a moment, before he sucked it back, sniffing, refusing to cry. "I'm okay," he assured, pushing himself back up to stand.

"Are you sure?" you asked nervously.

"Of course," the little boy said, brushing himself off, still pouting a little. But he raised his hand to wipe his eyes and continued on.

You frowned. "Your knees are all scraped up. Maybe we should go back to the house..."

"No!" Charles frowned right back. "Come on. I'm okay." He showed his little toothy grin, which wasn't full, as he had a few gaps in his mouth where adult teeth would soon grow in. He held his hand out to you.

You took his little hand in your little hand and said with a little pout, "As long as we just walk now."

"You sound like my mama now!" he groaned, but agreed to it.

The two little kids walked along, until they reached the bottom of the hill that your house stood on and got to the little dirt path that led through the apple trees.

"Can I show my favorite tree, Charlie?"

His tiny little cute nose crinkled up as he asked, "How could you have a- a fav- favorite tree?" At that point, you were much more fluent in your speech than Charles, so some of the bigger words you could say just fine, he struggled with.

You grinned. "Come with me, and I'll show you." You tugged him by his hand, leading him through the orchard, until finally, you reached your tree.

It was tall with spindly dark branches and the biggest, reddest, juiciest apples you'd ever seen. There was a little crevice under it where you fit perfectly, and it's old frame provided a large area of shade.

It felt like a magical tree, and as Charles's big hazel eyes looked up at it, you could tell he saw it, too.

"Can I have an apple off it?" the young boy asked boldly.

You nodded and went to the truck, being, at that time, the taller of the two of you. You slipped your foot in the perfect slot in the tree and hoisted yourself up. You climbed a bit as Charles watched you, picked a big, red, ripe apple out of the tree, and tossed it down to Charles. He caught it and was about to take a big bite out of it, before you said, "Wait a second, Charlie!"

He looked up. "Huh?"

You climbed back down and hopped on the ground, grinning. "Do you know how to clean an apple? Make it super shiny?"

Charles frowned, perplexed. "Without water? No."

You grinned proudly and rubbed your apple on your shirt all around, saying, "It works."

He stared a few seconds, before trying it. "I don't know..." he began, studying the apple.

"Either way, it makes it taste better. That's what my papa told me."

"Alright... can I eat it now?"

You giggled and nodded. "Yeah."

You watched as he took a bite out of it, and his eyes lit up. Apple juice ran down his chin as he exclaimed, "You're right! This is the best apple ever."

You grinned. "See? It's my favorite tree."

He beamed back. "It's mine, too," he responded, avoiding having to say 'favorite' again.

About ten years later

"Y/n!" your mother had called one day from the downstairs floor. "Charles is here!"

You hopped out of your bed as soon as you heard that, slipping on your vest, boots, and backwards cap, before heading down the stairs and went to the door.

There was Charles. You couldn't help but smile when you saw the handsome teenage boy, with his dimples and sparkling eyes. "Hey, Charles. It's been a while."

He shrugged a bit. "I've been really busy with racing and stuff..."

He awkwardly glanced away, so you asked, "Well, do you want to go for a walk in the orchard? I mean, if you have time, of course."

He smiled brightly at that. "Yeah. I'd like that."

You exited the house together, letting the screen door slam behind you. You walked down the hill in silence, but once your feet reached the dirt path through the apple trees, Charles muttered, "I've kind of missed you, a lot. And this orchard. I mean, I don't know. As kids, we used to always play in this orchard. We spent hours here. You know?"

You nod slowly. "Yeah, I get what you mean. Totally... Sometimes, I'm sad I'm growing up. Like, I remember when we were little, and nothing was weird and it all felt normal. We were just happy to have fun."

Charles nodded, seeming slightly relieved that you seemed to think the same way as him. "Yeah. I feel the same way."

As you walked, suddenly your hands brushed each other, and both of you felt your faces heat up as you avoided each other's eyes and were more aware to keep your hands to yourselves.

"So... Is your favorite tree still standing?" Charles asked softly.

You grinned. "Of course it is. Charles, that tree will never fall."

He grinned back at this response and said, "So I'm assuming the apples are still good as ever?"

"For sure. Want one? We can go down to it."

Charles grinned even wider at this and said, "Yeah, let's go."

When you reached the tree, you stood on your tip toes, trying to reach an apple to pick for Charles, but suddenly he laughed, saying teasingly, "Here, I'll get it." He grinned and reached up, easily picking the apple. He looked down at you with a smirk. "Now I'm taller than you, huh? You used to be the taller one."

You rolled your eyes. "Charles, boys always get taller than girls in the end."

He shrugged and commented teasingly, "Should I rub it on my shirt? Does that clean it off?"

You blushed, glancing away, feeling embarrassed butterflies in your stomach at his little teasing. "No, no. That's just a stupid little thing."

He chuckled more and took a bite, shutting his eyes, savoring the sweet taste. "Just as good as I remember it," he commented with a grin.

You smiled, kind of nervous to ask this, but said softly, "Uh... Can you pick one for me?"

He grinned. He loved to be able to help you, and immediately picked one for you. You stood by the big tree, eating your apples, before Charles finally said, sounding more tense than before, "Hey, uh... Y/n? Can I say something kind of weird to you? Like, I mean, serious stuff, now..."

You blinked, looking up at him with a concerned look in your eyes. "What is it?"

He sighed and gestured for you to sit down under the tree together. So you sat side by side in the shade, and he murmured, "So... I just wanted to say sorry."

"For what?" you asked in surprise.

"I don't know. With all my racing, we never get to see each other anymore. But I think about you a lot..." He trailed off, avoiding your eyes as his cheeks flushed. "Like, you're on my mind a lot, I mean."

You nod slowly. "I think about you a lot, too..."

He swallowed and muttered, "I know this probably won't mean much in the end, but... I think I kind of like you."

Your head shot up, your eyes wide. "You... Like, like like?"

"Yeah. Like, really like. A lot. More than..."

"More than friends?"

"More than friends," he confirmed, nervously fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie.

You glanced up at each other at the same time. And Charles, without another thought, leaned in and gave you an awkward kiss on your cheek.

Your whole faces flushed as Charles blurted, "Sor- Sorry."

"It's... It's okay," you murmured in embarrassment. "I feel the same way, too, I think..."

About ten years later; current time

Your mother slams open the screen door with a big smile on her face, saying, "What a surprise this is! Look at this- my daughter and son-in-law!"

Charles chuckles a bit, letting go of your hand as you go to hug your mother as he says, "Not son-in-law yet."

"Yes, yes, Charles," your mother says quickly, as if it's clearly obvious the two of you are going to marry each other anyway, so he's basically already her son-in-law. "So," she turns to you with a big smile. "What made you decide to just show up all of the sudden?"

You shrug with a smile, looking back to Charles. After hugging your mother, you connect your hand right away back with Charles's. "The other night we were just kind of thinking about, you know. The old days. Playing in the orchard. And my favorite tree, and everything. And we figured, why not make the trip here to go for a walk through it again?"

"Oh, and not even to see your mother!" she scoffs with a playful smile, saying, "Come here, Charles. I haven't seen you in quite a while." Charles laughs and gives your mother a little hug as well.

"Mama," you say with a little smile. "Do you mind if me and Charles just go for a walk in the orchard? Then we'll be right back to the house to visit?"

She smiles understandingly, and nods. "Yeah, you two go on. And take your time," she says with a wink, "because maybe once you get back, the apple pie I'm making will be ready."

You grin and say, "Let's go! Your pie is the best!"

Charles laughs, entwining his fingers in yours, saying, "Thank you, Mrs. Y/l/n. We'll see you in a bit." He waves as we begin walking down the hill together, swinging our connected hands a little as we walk.

It has rained recently, though, so the ground down the hill is a little slick. So suddenly, your foot slides forward, and you squeal, bracing yourself to feel your bottom hit the ground hard-

But Charles's hands are there, on your back and the bottoms of your thighs. He says with a chuckle, "I've got you." He pulls you up and links his arm with you to steady you more as you finish walking down the hill.

When you make it to the path, neither of you guide the other toward your tree, because now, after all these years, you both know exactly how to get there.

You're not sure when 'Y/n's tree' became 'Y/n and Charles's tree', but either way, you like that it's kind of like both of yours now.

When you reach it, Charles immediately reaches up to pick out two of the best apples on the tree. You sit down together under the shade, not caring if your bums get a little wet, and Charles eyes you teasingly as he begins rubbing it on his shirt.

You chuckle. "It does make it more shiny."

"Rubs the dirt off," he comments, taking a bite out of it.

You sit together, eating your apples. Charles has his arm around your back, and you lean against his shoulder. Once you're both finished, Charles comments, "Taste of my childhood."

You grin. "It's just an apple."

"No, but the apples from our magical tree don't just taste like any ordinary apples, and you've always known that."

You chuckle a little. "Good point." You love that little childish side of him.

After a few moment of silence, Charles says softly, "Do you think we have a few minutes to spare before we start walking back up to the house for some of that apple pie?"

You shrug. "Probably. Why?"

He leans in closer and says softly, "Because I wouldn't mind licking some of that apple juice off your sweet lips."

You giggle a little, rolling your eyes, but shift closer to him.

With one hand caressing your cheek and the other gripping the nape of your neck, pulling you in closer, he presses his lips against yours in a heated French kiss. His tongue explores every inch of your mouth. When he finally pulls away, there's a hungry look in his eyes, and he doesn't even seem to realize the string of saliva connecting your mouths.

You let out a little breathy gasp, murmuring (and admittedly probably ruining the moment a bit), "Ew..." as you wipe your mouth to break the trail of saliva between the two of you.

He chuckles a bit and murmurs, "You're adorable. You know that? I just want to have you all to myself. Do what I want to do to y-"

"Hey, hey..." you giggle, patting his thigh a little. "Can't get too carried away, can we? We've got pie to get to eating inside."

"Right," he smiles, taking your hand and standing up with you.

"But maybe when we get home. How does that sound?"

He nods, bringing you closer to himself. "That sounds good. I look forward to it."

About ten years later (warning: just chose a random name for the girl)

You slam open the screen door, holding your little toddler in your arms, saying, "Say bye bye to Grandmama."

Your mother laughs as your daughter waves her chubby little fist and says, "Bye, bye, G'andmama..."

You walk outside onto the porch, where Charles is already standing, arms crossed in front of his chest, looking out at the orchard.

You smile, putting a hand on his back. "Want to take Viola out for a walk in the orchard? Would you like that, sweetie?" you add, looking to the little girl.

"Yes!" squeals the baby, squirming to be put down.

You set her down on the porch, and Charles takes her little hand with a smile. You take her other hand, and the three of you begin walking down the hill together.

Halfway down, Viola slips, but both your hands holding hers keeps her from falling. Charles chuckles and says, "Be careful, sweetheart."

She just giggles, tugging her parents toward the little dirt path at the bottom of the hill. When you reach the bottom, Charles says gently, "Want to see me and Mama's favorite tree, Viola? It grows the best apples in the world."

You laugh as your daughter looks up at her father with big, wide hazel eyes- same as her father's. "The best?"

"Oh, yeah. You won't want to eat any other apples, ever again, after you try these."

You smile. "I grabbed a knife before we left to cut it up for her."

Charles smiles, giving you a little kiss on your cheek as you hand him the knife. "Good idea. You're so thoughtful. And considerable. I wouldn't ever had thought to do that."

"Mama! Papa! C'mon!" your baby whines, and you both laugh, following the toddling little girl down the little dirt path of both your childhoods.

When you reach the tree, this time, Charles reaches up and picks three apples. "It's kind of a magical tree, isn't it, Viola?" he asks with a little smile as he hands you an apple.

But she doesn't respond, and instead stares at Charles in slightly disturbed confusion.

You chuckle, looking to see Charles rubbing the apple on his shirt. He laughs and explains, "It makes the apple shiny, Viola."

"Really?" she asks with wide eyes.

"For sure," Charles respond, exchanging a little look with you. Then you and Charles sit down together under the tree, and your daughter comes over and climbs on Charles's lap, watching as he cuts some thin slices off Viola's apple. "Here," he says, handing one to the little girl.

Her eyes widen even further when she tastes the sweet fruit, and she giggles, "The best!"

"I know!" Charles grins excited, ruffling her hair a bit, which is the color of your hair.

You smile, leaning against his shoulder, watching as your daughter in his lap raves and giggles about the apple.

And, then, Charles starts talking.

He talks about how he used to play with you all the time when you were little.

He tells his daughter how when he was a younger teenager, he began to fall in love with you, but with all his racing, he couldn't see you much and come to the orchard.

He tells her how when he was an older teenager, he confessed how he felt to you.

And how after that, you and him got closer and closer.

Until years later, you had your wedding.

And now here she is, your little girl.

You swallow, suddenly feeling emotional about the story. The story of your lives together.

"Papa...?" Viola says, concerned. "How come Mama...?" she trails off.

Charles looks at you and smiles. "Are you crying, baby?" he teases softly, wiping a tear from your cheek.

You chuckle. "I guess I just like to hear you telling the story."

He chuckles and kisses your cheek, murmuring, "I love you."

You lean into him further with a little smile and shut your eyes, listening as Charles and your daughter continue babbling softly with each other.

Here, in the shade of your tree.

Our tree.

Someday, your daughter will show her friends your tree. And that screen door will never stopped being slammed shut.

But someday after that, you and Charles will grow older, together. Your tree won't always be there. Someday, you'll eat the last of it's apples, and it will say farewell to this world, just like everything else does.

But by then, your love won't need something to symbolize it in order to stay alive.

Because love is the one thing that will never end.

It goes on forever.

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how about tink and charles blurb about the bee hotels - i feel like seb would be grinning so much about it all and tink would be filming everything 🐰

If there was one thing Seb that missed about Formula 1, it probably was the way Charles was still hanging over every of your words and moves. You’d just be breathing and he’d be there, thinking you’re the absolute best at doing so. It was hilarious and endearing, reminding him of how much of a sap he was back then when he met his now wife and the mother of his children. He must have been just as bad. You had arrived in the team right at the same time as Charles, only a few months later. Same age as him, young and full of life, unable to sit still for more than fifteen minutes, but with an overflowing passion that felt like a tidal wave most of the time. It had been a huge pleasure for Seb to watch you come up with ideas for the Ferrari socials and growing into your job, that he still sometimes felt like you might have been too young to be thrown into that quickly. There had been that sense of protection that he couldn’t have ignored when it came to you and Charles, which truly had meant more to you two than he ever thought it would.

Needless to say, on the rare occasions Seb came back to the paddock after his retirement, he made sure to visit his two favourite people and tease them to no end about their change of relationship status that he called for since they met, pretty much.

So in Japan, when an invitation was issued to the Ferrari lineup and com team to decorate and inaugurate the buzzing corner, you were sure to be up for more teasing, which didn’t wait too much to arrive because as soon as Seb saw you, he was on it.

“Tink!” He yelled at you, sweeping you in his arms to squeeze the life out of you. “How are you doing, little fairy?” “I’m doing amazing,” you giggled. “How are the kids?” “They’re doing great! Look, the girls made me bracelets!”

Seb proudly showed off the black and yellow bracelets branded with letter beads that spelled “Papa” which made you grin even bigger.

“Where’s your shadow? Peter Pan is still looking for it?” Seb smiled. “He’s coming, you know how he is with his hair when it’s not exactly like he wants it to be.” “Heh, he has to be handsome for you,” Seb shrugged, a teasing grin on his lips. “He doesn’t need anymore, he’s already secured the deal, we’ve signed a new contract just a few months ago,” you joked.

Charles made it just in time for the small drive around that Seb had organised, so he could proudly show the work he had done for his little buzzing corner. The bee hotels looked incredible and if you trusted the whole installation around, you knew you were up for a good time to inaugurate this new and special place. You took heaps of photos and videos of the Ferrari boys painting their canvas and bee hotel, made sure you had plenty of content to post and finally, finally, came to a stop when Seb came by to check on Ferrari’s bee hotel.

“You guys did a pretty good job,” he smiled at Charles. “Heh, we tried our best,” he blushed. “I feel like you had an advantage, because you had literal Tinkerbell to help you out,” he smirked and grabbed you for a quick side hug. “I barely did anything.”

Charles grinned at you, in that very Charles way he had when he looked at you and Seb couldn’t help laughing at him a little. It had always been so obvious, it shouldn’t have taken that long for the two of you to finally get it together.

“You do realise I made that happen,” Seb proudly announced, grabbing Charles on his other side. “You did not,” Charles huffed. “I didn’t lose so many challenges on purpose for you to look good to her, just so you could downplay it three years later.” “I beat you fair and square!” Charles gasped. “Nah, you won because I knew it’d mean Tink here would look at you like you were a champion,” the former racer admitted. “I also may have dropped so many hints that she actually liked you back, I’m surprised it took you so much time to finally understand!” “You didn’t know,” it was your turn to huff and blush. “I knew from the moment you two met.” “I call bullshit!” “Call it as you wish, but I knew,” Seb laughed. “Jokes aside.. I’m really happy for you two, you know?” “We know,” you smiled, dropping your head against Seb’s shoulder. “Thanks for taking care of us for that long.” “My pleasure.. Now.. Who’s gonna tell me why that prancing horse looks so ugly?” “Charles doesn’t know how to use a stamp.” “You said you wouldn’t tell anyone!” Charles yelled with indignation.

An hour later, the entire world knew, because the video was posted on Instagram, with a caption full of bee puns and with a picture of Seb and Charles together, of course.

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Crash and Burn | Chapter 11

Summary: You’re the first female driver to compete in the Formula 1 World Championship in decades and it's your second year of navigating through a male-dominated sport. Your talent and drive to prove yourself made you vicious on the grid. Your seemingly unshakeable confidence was never questioned- until a certain Ferrari driver made you crash and burn.

Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader

Chapters: 11/11

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 4.6k

Posted on: 05/25/2023

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A/N: The final chapter is finally here. I am so sorry for the wait. I wanted to make sure that it was all wrapped up and cute and fluffy just for you guys. Thank you so so much for taking the time to read whatever I write. I appreciate every single one of your comments. It was so fun writing for Carlos and a driver reader.

Finally, after many years in Formula One, Carlos Sainz had gotten his first pole position here in Silverstone. He cheers and scrambles out of the car and immediately gets congratulated by Charles and Max. He couldn’t believe it. After years of hard work, he has finally gotten the best chance to win a Grand Prix. He was thrumming with excitement and disbelief, he still couldn’t believe it even when they started interviewing him. Once finished, he walks back to the pitlane and is met with a flurry of kisses.

“P1! P1! P1!” you chanted. “Babe, you did it!”

You give him a crushing hug and he returns the favor. It’s been almost 2 months since the accident and he was finally comfortable enough to hold you as tight as he wanted. 

“I didn’t expect it! I thought I was doing bad out there.”

You give him a peck on the cheek. “This is your weekend, Carlos. You can do this!”

You and Carlos part ways only to have him meet you in Aston Martin hospitality so you could drive together back to your place. You offered to let him stay in your apartment for the British Grand Prix so Carlos let his parents have his hotel room. 

After a shower, you and Carlos lounged in your living room trying to decompress as much as possible. Dinner was cooking in the oven and you leaned on Carlos as you both sipped on your electrolyte drinks. The night before the race was essential and your performance coaches were adamant that you send pictures of everything you ate and drank. Rupert and Anna were so used to staying by your side and monitoring everything, but to give you two privacy, they resorted to constant messaging making sure you were prepping for the race. The oven dings and you pull out the baked salmon, roasted vegetables, and baked sweet potato. You send the text to the group chat and place your phone face down on the kitchen counter. 

Despite seeing Carlos almost every week, it didn’t mean you got to spend much time alone. It was one of the busiest parts of the season and you were always in meetings, needed for simulators, and doing things for media and promotions. The only times you would interact was a quick kiss if you happened to pass by, sometimes you couldn’t even see each other at the end of the day because you were too tired. You and Carlos were always surrounded by other people, so times like this were precious because you were finally alone. 

Carlos joins you on the kitchen island and helps you set up the plates and utensils. The last time you were doing something domestic was back in your apartment in Monaco. While you were eating dinner, you made Carlos do some manifesting with you. He rolled his eyes but did it anyway, he would do anything to make you happy. You qualified for P7 so Carlos included you and manifested that you would find your way to third place and share the podium with him. While you would love to, you had Charles, the Red Bulls, and Mercedes to worry about. You know you would have more podiums to come but it was Carlos who needed this. He wasn’t having the best season, and you wanted this to boost his confidence. 

You both wake up from a restful sleep and immediately start your race day routines. You and Carlos drive over to the hotel where Pierre and Yuki were staying to have breakfast with them. You were still a little superstitious about it so you never missed race day breakfast with Pierre. So far, everything was going alright, you and the boys safely made it to the circuit and split up to go to find your teams. 

It’s a few hours before the race and you are sitting in Aston Martin hospitality sipping on your electrolyte drink while you contemplate your life. Two months ago, everything was seemingly falling apart. Your relationship with Carlos was on the line and you were in one of the most ridiculous scandals in all of motorsport. You were in a huge car crash but were able to walk away and recover from your injuries. It’s so strange to look back and see how different your life was. Now, you and Carlos are happier than ever and you have just signed a contract to continue your next two years in Formula One with Aston Martin. Life finally seemed normal again and that scared you.

If things are good, then something bad is bound to happen. You know that’s a horrible mindset to have but after the accident, you’ve been having trouble staying positive. You find yourself paranoid that you would lose every good thing in your life. Carlos knows how you feel and he does his best to be there for you but he was busy too, so you did your best to keep these thoughts to yourself. Anna set you up with a therapist and you’ve listened to the advice she’s giving you. You’ve been getting better at staying positive, this is why you made sure to take some time every day to think about the good things in life. Like in this moment where you just sit and people watch. Aston Martin’s hospitality doors were constantly opening and each person was just as interesting. There were the new interns who would shyly look at you, one of Seb’s engineers who was always nervous, and the guys from your pit crew who were all pumped up and waved at you. 

The rest of the day was a blur as your anxiety increasingly spiked. You wanted this win for Carlos and it was beginning to affect you to the point Anna made you go for a quick run to shake off some of your nerves. It helped for a little bit but by the time you were in your car and doing the formation lap, you were buzzing with anticipation. 

You breathe deeply and do your best to get into the racing mindset. Once all the lights turn off, you send it. You had a fantastic start when you heard the screech of metal from behind you. You whip your head to see one of the Alfa Romeo’s careening past your car. You start swearing when you notice they are upside down. You had already driven too far but you looked in your side mirror to see they crashed into the fence.

“Holy shit! Who was that?” you yell into the radio.

“Red Flag. Red Flag. Proceed to the pitlane.”

You start breathing heavily. “Who was that? Valtteri? Guanyu?”

“It was Guanyu. We don’t have information yet, make your way to the pitlane.”

You looked ahead and everyone’s lights were flashing as you all slowly drove to the pitlane. Carlos’s car was ahead and you let out a sigh of relief, at least he was safe. Once everyone was parked and you received the ‘okay’ to leave the car, you scrambled out and ran to the pit wall. 

“What happened?” your eyes grew big as flashes of your accident appeared. “Are they okay?”

“Zhou, Russel, and Albon are out,” says your strategist. 

He points to the screen that was showing live helicopter and drone footage. It looked bad, Gunayu’s car was wedged between the fence and a barrier. You squint and see that George was on the scene, and see ambulances for Alex and Guanyu. Breathing hard, you find yourself having to use one of the engineers to help with your balance. You squint at the screen just hoping that you would be able to catch a glimpse of him moving in his car. You didn’t even notice you were hyperventilating until Carlos appeared in front of you and told you to breathe slowly. He brings you close and you bury your head against his chest.

“I can’t look anymore, let me know when he gets out.”

Carlos holds you and tells you little updates while you close your eyes and work on breathing slowly. After a minute, he tells you to look up, and that's when you see Guanyu safely get out of the car. You sag onto Carlos and tears start streaming down your face, as quickly as possible, he leads you deep into the garage where you can let all your emotions out and away from the cameras. Someone hands you a tissue and you do your best to contain yourself. Now that you knew the boys were okay, you needed to get back into racing mode. That’s when you suddenly remember Carlos and his predicament.

“Carlos! You’re P2 right now!'' You look at the tv screens and you can see that the marshalls and other staff members were cleaning up the area and restoring the barrier. Guanyu's car was still stuck and the people on the cranes still had to figure out how to get it out. “They’re going to redo the line-up. This is your chance to get your position back!”

Carlos just looks at you and smiles. You had just relived a trauma and here you were trying to get yourself together for his benefit, he did have the greatest girlfriend. He makes you sit on the floor and he sits on the ground so that your legs are touching. 

“Don’t worry about me, I just want to make sure you’re ready to race. I’ll make sure Max doesn’t get ahead of me. I know I can win this, I can feel it,” says Carlos. 

You lean your head on his shoulder and take in a shaky breath. “I’ll be okay to drive, it was just so strange to see an accident so similar to mine. I’ll make sure to visit their garage after to see if we can see Guanyu.”

You and Carlos see Rupert peeking into the Aston Martin garage and the both of you laugh. It was time to go back to work. Pressing a kiss on your forehead, he wishes you luck. You take him by the shoulders and look at him sternly. 

“Max is going to attack and be aggressive right away. He’s already pissed it’s a restart but that’s okay because you're faster and smarter. You can do this!” you say giving him a quick kiss and a shove out of the garage.

The engineers pull you aside and show your data from the start and they tell you what you have to do to achieve the same results. The team principal pulls you aside to see if you were mentally okay to race and you reassure him that you were okay. He seemed hesitant to believe you but when he sees the intensity in your eyes, he knows you won't disappoint him. Seb finds you sitting with Anna and your pit crew. He squats down and gives you a reassuring smile.

“How are you holding up?”

“I’m a little embarrassed. I got emotional but I'm okay. I’m just glad to hear the boys are safe.”

He nods. “I talked to George and he told me Guanyu is fine and just a little shaken up. The medics were able to get him safely out of the card news. Us drivers are insane, something huge happens like this and all we do is take a moment, shake it off, and go back on the track.”

You look at him gratefully and nod.

“We’re all crazy, but that’s what makes us the best in the world,” he says, squeezing your shoulder. 

The team principal says that the race starts in ten minutes so you go to the bathroom and go over your different strategies with the engineers one last time. You look for Carlos, and when you see that he was already in the car with his helmet on, you laugh. The other drivers were still in their garages, he was the only one out there. Making your way over to his Ferrari, you bend down and get at eye level with him. You stick your pinky finger out and he hooks his with yours.

“Don’t forget what I told you, faster and smarter. You got this.”

You see him wink at you through his visor. Using the halo to stabilize yourself, you lean down and kiss the top of his helmet. The pit crew that surrounded him smiled at the gesture, they wished you luck as you headed to your car. The other drivers start trickling onto the pitlane and you’re met with Anna who gives you a pep talk. With your helmet and seat belts on, you closed your eyes and imagined yourself going through the corners of Silverstone.

Because of the accident, some of the guys may be a little hesitant at the start so you plan on using that to your advantage. You have had a strange relationship with driving after the accident. Yes, 30 minutes ago you may have been crying over the crash but that was because it was so similar to the one you had. You find yourself much more aggressive than you were before the accident. You weren’t too cocky about it where you put yourself in more danger but you drove with absolutely no hesitation. The fans noticed and loved it, your family was expectedly weary but they trusted you and your judgment. Since the crash, you have been top 10 in every race and you plan on keeping it like that. 

A formation lap is done and when all the lights go green, you floor it. Turns 1-3 were smooth and once you’re on Wellington Straight, you finally let yourself breathe again. Your strategist tells you you moved up two places making you P5. This excites you, maybe you can make it to the podium with Carlos but you don’t get too excited. You had a whole race ahead of you and anything can happen. You have some interesting battles with Fernando, Lando, and Charles battling for 4th place. You almost had a close call with Fernando and you had to bite your tongue so you wouldn’t lash out at him through the radio. You resort to grumbling incoherent swears at your engineer and he just comically responds with “I know” knowing it was completely Fernando’s fault you almost crashed into him.

You let out a whoop into the radio when you cross the finish line. You finished P5 and was happy with your performance and was even more excited knowing that Carlos got his first-ever win. Parked in the pitlane and clambering out of the car, you clap Charles on the back but before he could even acknowledge you, you were sprinting away from him. Running as fast as you can, you make a beeline for Carlos and jump into his outstretched arms. He holds you tight and after a few moments he rips his helmet off and you do the same. You beam at each other as you clasp your hands around his shoulders, he was glowing and his eyes sparkled.

“Congratulations Carlos Sainz, you’re a Grand Prix Winner,” you say as he holds you tightly. “I am so proud of you and I love you so much.”

He smiles and brings his hands to your face, he was speechless as his heart beat fast at all the celebrations around him. Carlos kisses you deeply and the engineers and other teams around him start cheering loudly. You let go of him and he gives a little cheeky wink. While he hugs his parents and sisters, you get weighed and make your way back to the barricade. Carlos leaves to go to the cool-down room and with the help of his cousin and manager, you climb over the barrier to join his team and family. Carlos Senior and his sisters congratulate you for your p5 finish and Reyes gives you a bone-crushing hug, not caring at all that you are drenched in sweat. 

The announcer calls Carlos’s name and he steps outs waving at the fans who cheer him on. Once situated on the podium, Carlos looks down from the podium balcony, he can’t help but choke up. Just below him were the most important people in his life. The sea of red, his family, and you look up at him with smiles on your faces. He watches as you clutch his mother and sister’s hands and bounce in anticipation during the national anthem. Here he was about to receive a P1 trophy and he has never been happier or more grateful. Carlos knew his life was good, he wanted to be in motorsports and now here he was living the dream. He never thought he needed companionship until he met you, a person who would understand his goals in life and know how much dedication is needed for Formula One. 

When Carlos clutches his trophy, he meets your gaze and smiles softly. He had a second chance to deserve your love and he wasn’t going to mess it up this time. He knows what you both share is a once in a lifetime and he will never do anything to jeopardize your relationship. He caught a glimpse of what it would feel like if you were no longer in his life and he never wanted to feel like that again. 

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August 2022 - Formula One Summer Break

The cool blue water looks more and more enticing as the hot sun beats down on your body. You prop yourself onto your elbows and see Carlos on the other side of the boat talking to Lando and Alex. You look around the yacht and see drivers and their friends or significant others lounging on the deck. You were floating somewhere in the Mediterranean Sea with a bunch of exhausted Formula One drivers with sore bodies. Toto Wolff offered his yacht to George for a couple of days to kick-start the summer break. George invited everyone but the younger drivers with no spouses and children were the only ones who took up the offer. The day after the race was usually painful and you and your friends could not wait to get back to Monaco.

You look at Charles sitting on the chaise lounge next to you, staring off into the horizon. The last few months have been rough on the Ferrari drivers but it was Charles who was suffering. He was leading the championship but bad luck just kept hitting him every weekend.   

You tap him on the shoulder and he looks at you with his eyebrow raised.

“Do you ever have moments where you just can’t believe that this is your life? I mean– I’m on a yacht with my closest friends and coworkers. It just happens they’re all Formula One drivers which means that I am one of you,” you say blissfully looking out into the ocean and the faint outline of France and Monaco. “I can hardly believe it.”

Charles looks at you and smiles. Ever since the accident happened, you were always so verbal with your gratitude. You would be doing the most mundane things such as doing the track walk or toasting bread and you would stop, smile and strike up a conversation with the closest person. There was a time when Carlos was holding your hand in the paddock and you stopped walking just so you could lift the clasped hands, and marvel at it for a few seconds before telling Carlos how much you loved him. Those who witnessed it couldn’t stop smiling, they loved your love.   

“We are so lucky,” agreed Charles. “Sometimes I forget, but times like this remind me how lucky I am to be alive and feel the sun or laugh with my friends.”

You look at him as he wistfully gazes toward the direction of Monaco. He thinks of those he had lost, remembering to live each day like it was his last. Charles is ashamed to admit it but sometimes he’d forget so he was glad to have someone like you in his life to remind him what was important. 

“That accident you had in Miami–” he stops before his voice cracks. He lets out a puff of air and breathes deeply. “I can’t imagine how painful that must’ve been.”

“You know, I don’t think I’ve thanked you enough for all the help and support you’ve given me and Carlos this year. Especially after the accident. You were always there to help us and I want you to know how much I appreciate it.”

Charles waves his hand nonchalantly, “I know you would've done the same if roles were reversed.”

Sometimes you would go back to the footage of the accident, you felt a phantom pain in your chest every time you saw the car careen towards the barrier. What hurt the most was seeing how people were reacting to it, you remember seeing Carlos and Lando watching the screens intently but not Charles. You could see the scene so clearly, him facing away from the monitors and breathing hard, his skin pale at the thought of your demise. When you were at the hospital he doted over you, stayed by your side whenever Carlos or Anna had to leave. You remember the way he and his girlfriend would visit you whenever they could when you all got back to Monaco. It made you smile to think of the good friends you had in your life. Charles was right, you would do the same exact thing if roles were reversed. 

Changing the subject to each of your performances this year, Charles starts talking about his frustrations with himself and the car. The two of you get distracted when you see Daniel push Yuki off the boat which leads to Pierre throwing Daniel into the water. Everyone starts cheering and laughing, their smiles turning mischievous as they eye the other people around them. You and Charles look at each other and grin as you get up and start running to the other side of the boat. 

Charles charges toward Pierre and with a yelp, they both crash into the water. You approach Carlos and he turns around with his hands already out to defend himself.

“Amor, no. Don’t do it,” his voice slightly panicked. He eyes the cold blue water and looks at you sporting a cheeky smile.

“What?” you say innocently. “I can’t give my boyfriend a hug?”

You lunge for him but he quickly moves out of the way. The two of you dance around each other playing a cat-and-mouse game. Ultimately, you manage to shove him off the deck but not before he catches your hand and pulls you in. The shrieks turn to laughter as you and the others splash around in the ocean. The contrast between the scorching sun and the cold water became a comfortable medium so you and Carlos decide to stay in and float for a while. The others went back into the yacht but since the sea was relatively calm, you thought you couldn't waste this opportunity to relax in the water.

Carlos lets out a sigh of contentment.

To you, the cold water was especially relaxing since every single muscle in your body was still screaming. A couple of days ago, you had gotten a podium for P3 in Hungary and that race had depleted all your energy. You were racing hard the last 10 laps of the race. George was right behind and the two of you got into some very intense battles but in the end, it was you who was spraying champagne onto Lewis and Max.

“I told you the water would feel nice,” you say, poking him on his side. 

You’re both staring at the clouds and blue sky but you don’t have to look to know that he was grinning ear-to-ear. He reaches for your hand and tangles his fingers with yours, ensuring you don’t drift away from him. You feel like you’re floating toward the sky, the only thing tethering you to Earth is Carlos’s dependable and firm grip. Sometimes you think about what might have happened if you chose not to forgive Carlos. You shiver just thinking about it. Maybe you wouldn’t have gotten into an accident or it could’ve been worse and resulted in permanent injuries or death. All you know is that Carlos is the love of your life and you would do it all over again even if it meant it would end in heartache. The thing is, you don’t think you ever have to worry about that. The universe has given you the perfect partner and despite any upcoming hardships, you know that you belong to each other and nothing will ever change that.

 The two of you enjoyed each other's company in silence until the water became too cold and you needed to get back on the yacht. Carlos helps you up onto the deck and head straight to the outdoor dining area. Everyone is already helping themselves to the food so you sit down and wait because Carlos insisted that he would make your plate for you. Lando teased you relentlessly but you just shrugged. Your boyfriend was excessive when it comes to taking care of you, he knows you could always make your coffee or grab a jacket if you’re cold but whenever you are with him, you barely lift a finger. Of course, you protest whenever he does this but he loves to spoil you so you let him.

Later that day after the sunset and the boat had docked in Monte Carlo, you, the other driver, and their girlfriends were pre-gaming in the lounge area. Everyone was dressed to the nines because you were going to the club and celebrating Max’s win and your third podium. Lily and Carmen compliment the emerald green cocktail dress and you grin when you tell them that Carlos had gifted it to you. This then leads to all the girlfriends scolding their partners for never gifting them a dress to their taste. The boys start hounding you about what kind of gifts you’ve given to Carlos and they are silenced when he flashes his watch you had gotten for him for his win in Silverstone. 

You sidle up to Carlos while his fingers glide over the silk and rest on your hip. Looking up, Carlos smirks down at you as your friends loudly squabble about who has the best sense of style. Everyone was throwing tipsy insults at each other, but it was all part of the banter. Carlos kisses the side of your head making you smile as laughter bubbles out. You wrap your arms around him and inhale the citrus and sandalwood. Feeling his gaze, you look up to see his dark brown eyes looking at you in pure adoration. Placing a hand on the side of his face, you pull him towards you and press a kiss on his lips. 

Here you were in a beautiful dress with the man of your dreams in your arms. You were performing well in the highest level of motorsport breaking records and boundaries for other women out there. A year ago, you were so focused on your work that every single thought was about becoming a world champion or getting as far up the grid as you can. You had to work harder than the boys just to prove that you belonged in this sport just as much as they did. Now that you’ve proven yourself, it makes that fire within you burn brighter. You want to be the best, you want to break records and show the world that you have what it takes to dominate the sport. It was strange to be competing with your boyfriend but it makes you better, some would even say ruthless. This is why you and Carlos work so well together, you teach him to enjoy and savor life while he helps you keep that laser focus on your goals.

You were now leaning against Carlos’s chest with his strong arms holding you close to him. His body gives you warmth as a cool sea breeze brushes past you. As the two of you admired the twinkling lights of Monte-Carlo at night, you can’t think of a better person to spend the rest of your life with.

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Everybody shut up !!!! I AM IN MY TOTO FEELS RN

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“Could get used to this.” Mark mumbled as he woke with a face full of Fernando’s hair, he couldn’t help but kiss the back of his neck gently. Being able to wake up and have Fernando right there was always a thrill, the warmth of his body, the weight of another person in his bed, the sensation of his body waking up in the early morning sun.

“Mm?” Fernando mumbled with a brief smile creeping across his lips.

“Having you in my bed," Mark replied, pressing another kiss to his neck.

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'Feel The Heat Going Overdrive' by Anonymous: This is a completed fic with 12k words. The premise is described in the summary as, "In which Charles keeps asking questions about the RB18 in the midst of their sexual escapades and Max is literally one DNF away from blowing a fuse." Tags include Enemies to Lovers, , and Max Needs a Hug.

'Unbothered by porpoising' by Tetralea -- this is a short fic with only 564 words but the summary tells us that, "Charles discovers why porpoising never really bothered him." Tags include smut, boys kissing, and honestly Charles what are you thinking?

'uneasy is the head that wears a crown' by Richardmarie75: This fic has archive warnings of graphic depictions of violence and underage. This fic is ongoing with regular updates. 9/25 chapters have been posted and there are 52.3k words. It's a royalty AU and the author summarized the story as "Charles Leclerc ascends the throne consumed by grief. Max Emilian Verstappen pops up into his life unexpectedly, carrying with him words of peace". Tags include enemies to loves, slow burn, heavy angst, blood and injury, angst with a happy ending.

'Sweet Redemption' by just_an_inchident: This is a 7.7k fic that the author summarizes as "this is how Monaco 2022 could have ended." Tags for the fic include pining, drunken confessions, and idiots in love.

'60 seconds' by braakingpoint: This fic is not completed with 5/6 chapters posted, it's currently at 22.5k words and it is an AU. The author summarizes it as, "The grid, along with the whole world experience 60-second visions showing them their future in 200 days. Charles doesn't dare share what he sees." Tags include angst, smut and happy ending.

'Escape as far as possible by Zzz998: This is a completed fic with 14 chapters and 33k words. This is a future fic with the premise being that Daniel Riccardo wants to win the motorsport triple crown and he needs to win the 24 hours of Le Mans so he recruits Charles and Max. Tags include enemies to lovers, retirement, break up, fluff and smut, mutual pining, and hurt/comfort.

'champagne desires' by slutricciardo: this is a 7.4k fic and the author best describes the fic as, "max hates Charles. charles, however, thinks max is just uptight." Tags include, Rivals to lovers, Rivals with Benefits, and Getting Together.

'I do' by LaurawritingF1: This fic is completed with 3 chapters and 3.3k words. It appears to be smut during/after a Lestappen wedding.

'The Prize Dinner' by Tetralea -- this is a 2.2k word fic and the premise is based of this: "Whoever wins the Monaco GP, wins a dinner with members of the royal family. And this year, only Prince Charles can attend."

'it all reminds me of you' by grandprix: This is a completed 3k fic. It's a friends with benefits fic with tags that include secret relationship, caught and non-linear narrative.

'towards oblivion' by playclock: This is a 6.8k fic. It is a sex pollen fic that does have a dubious consent tag for the typical consent issues that come with fics like this.

'Burning down the house' by Madeleineee: This is a 4.3k fic where the author describes the fic as "Charles is a trophy husband, woefully unappreciated and unloved. Max is his nanny." The tags include alternate universe and adultery.

'to treat me like you do' by mondaycore: this is a 2.5k fic that the author warns has "unhealthy coping mechanisms, general violence, and nastiness." This fic is tagged with rough sex, unhealthy coping mechanisms, hate sex, and angst.

'your prison is walking through this world all alone' by multi21: This is a completed, two part fic with 12k words. It's a college AU and the author summarized it as "There are three things you need to know about Charles Leclerc: he's an artist, he's sad, and he's in love with Max Verstappen." Additional tags include unrequited love, angst with a happy ending, mental health issues and getting together.

'I stay because you are the beginning of the dream I want to remember' by AzziNow: this fic is not completed. There are 19 chapters posted so far and 59.6k words. This is a soulmate AU that has soulmate identifying marks. Tags include angst with a happy ending, bit of fluff and some humor.

Fics With a Mature Rating

'I Know Places' by Tazza1993-- This fic is a completed 3 chapter, 58.8k words. It is a Notting Hill AU where Max owns a cat cafe and is content with his quiet life until F1's Charles Leclerc comes across his cafe. The two tags are Romance and Fluff and Angst.

'small pleasures' by altissimozucca -- A 3k fic that is tagged as Netlfix and Chill and but they don't use Netflix and neither Charles nor Max has any Chill.

'Tear In My Heart' by Wellthisdidntgotoplan: This is a series with 3 parts and 6k words. I do want to note that the first two have a T rating while the last one has a M rating so I'm just sticking it in the M category. This series is all future fics where Max and Charles are married but separated and they have two kids and it chronicles that.

'heartstroke' by grandprix: this fic is not completed. Three chapters and 16k words have been posted. The premise appears to be Charles wakes up with amnesia and learns that he is married to Max Verstappen. Tags include amnesia, angst with a happy ending, and secret marriage.

'Kiss with a fist' by mahixa: A fic with 3k words, it seems there is some boxing in it and Charles has a Feelings realization.

'every other sunday' by Anney: this is a completed 9 chapter fic that has about 34.5k words. In this fic, Max is forced out of the closet and Charles is there for him. Additional tags include Emotional hurt/comfort, falling in love and Rivals to Friends to Lovers.

'Just an Incident' by WeaglesAndBrobean: This is completed, 15 chapters with 17.4k words. The tags include slow burn, childhood trauma, enemies to friends to lovers, friends with benefits, and internalized homophobia.

Fics with a T Rating

'It Only Takes A Shunt' by Rearwingblues: This fic has 1700 words and the summary describes it as, "Max ends up in the wall and Charles has a realization." Tags include love confessions, fluff and mild angst in the beginning.

'this is our place, we make the rules' by PrincessElectra: This is actually a series of three stories, completed with 46k total words. It seems to follow Max/Charles relationship. Some of the tags are Enemies to Lovers, Falling in Love and Angst with a Happy Ending.

'so i guess I'll be sticking with you' by artifice: This is a 3k word flower shop AU and the author summarizes it as, "Charles gets Max a plant for Christmas." Tags include fluff and humor, getting together, and implied sexual content.

'take your time, this is not the end' by imnotheretodie: This is a 6.1k fic that is described by the author as, "5 kisses that were strong enough to keep them apart vs the 1 that makes them stay forever." Tags include mutual pining, Charles is a drama queen and idiots in love.

'we're fallin' like the stars, we're fallin' in love' by monzas: this is a 8.7k fic where "Lando sets Max up on disastrous blind dates that end up with Max falling for the bartender who was the real set up all along."

Fics with a G Rating:

'you can take the oxygen straight out of my own chest' by altissimozucca: this is a completed, four chapter fic with 21k words. It's a future fic set after Max and Charles retire and they set off on a road trip together.

'carpe diem' by altissimozucca: this is a 3.1k word fic that is described as a 4 +1 but it's four alternate universes plus 1 real one.

'soulmates (or, max has a love-hate relationship with coldplay)' by altissimozucca: this is a completed 1.3k word fic. It's a soulmate AU where you can hear whatever you soulmate is listening to in your head or can hear the melody of the song they're singing/humming. It's also a 4+1 so it's "four times Max had to listen to music against his will and one time his soulmate had to, too."

'stars' by xiaoluclair: a 2.5k fic that is described as "two conversations, ten years apart".

Not Rated Fics:

'Unlearn' by wantinghopingwriting: A completed fic that has 14 chapters and 46k words. It's described in the summary as a "fake friendship to fake lovers to something else". Tags for the fic include slow burn, fake/pretend relationship, enemies to friends to lovers and angst with a happy ending.

'Little Do You Know by socialite -- this is a 15 chapter, 40k word fic. {listen, I don't try to inject my personal opinion into the lists but this is one of my favorite fics that I've read, ever.} Anyways, Charles finds himself in a situation where he hears his friends' unfiltered opinions about him and honestly all hell breaks loose. Tags include jealousy, communication failure, emotional hurt/comfort, angst, and enemies to lovers.

'just like a folk song, our love will be passed on' by multi21: this is a series with two completed words in it and has 38.7k words. the first fic is charles' pov and the second is max's pov and the author cautions that neither of them are reliable narrators. Tags include Angst with a happy ending, Depression, Mental Health Issues, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Self-Esteem Issues and Homophobic Language.

'home (is wherever I'm with you) by actparci: this fic is not completed. 3/4 of the chapters are posted with 11.9k words so far. The premise is described as "Charles leaves Ferrari, tries to win a championship, and learns some things about belonging. All the while, Max is there." Tags include pining, angsty Charles and slow burn.

'out of my imagination' by plotracer: There is an archive warning for graphic depictions of violence. This is a completed two-part fic with 23.4k words. It is a soulmate AU and the premise is described by the author as, "In a world ruled by the memories of your soulmate, Max tries to find the one who is his source of light." Tags include Jos Verstappen's A+ Parenting, Hurt/Comfort, and slow burn.

"If the whole world was watching, I'd still dance with you." by 4amdecisions. This is a 4.5k word fic that has tags of getting together, panic attacks and friends to lovers.

Feel free to send me your Lestappen recommendations!

I used some of the author's own descriptions for their works so anything in quotes is not something I wrote, credit goes to all of the wonderful writers!

[max33imagines]

17. ‘I know you still love me.’ Part 4 – max Verstappen X Reader.

Finally here’s the next instalment of ‘I know you still love me’ ! Thank you so much for the support and the patience with me on this one! Part 5 is out now!

Tags: @enjoymyloves​

This is shorter than my other parts but nonetheless... things are going down.. and Y/n has some things to sort out.. 

Previous parts - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 

“You never answered my text.” Kelly. Her voice instantly went through you. It always did. 

You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry as you looked at Max, he was stood there like a deer in headlights as he switched his vision between the two of you. 

“Oh is that Y/n in there? So nice to finally meet you! I’m Kelly, I’ve heard so much about you!” Kelly has pushed herself past Max and greeted you with a hug. Your arms glued to your side mainly in shock as you tried to assess the situation as quickly as you could. 

Max was adamant he didn’t cheat on you. Yet here she is now. In his hotel room, questioning why he hasn’t answered her. Do you stay calm? Should you start crying now or later? Are you still just overthinking this entire situation? 

“What are you doing here?” Max said to Kelly through gritted teeth. 

“Well I think I’ve got the answer to my text, its so nice to see you both back together! Max was in a state Y/n, you should’ve seen him!” Kelly laughed. 

Both you and Max stayed quiet. You couldn’t work out what was going on and Max was quite clearly panicking. What did she text him? 

“Well I’m sorry to bother you both, Y/n I’d love to get to know you properly, I’ll message you? I think I follow you on instagram?” You just nodded, not looking at her so you could keep your eyes on Max. Max’s glance didn’t leave Kellys as she walked past him and out of the door that he was still holding. 

“Let me explain-“ 

“What did she text you?” You asked. Max was scrambling for words, you couldn’t bare to have him lie to your face once again. 

“Y/n, please. Let me just-“ You pushed past him and ran down the corridor of the hotel towards the elevator, hoping one person would give you an honest answer for once. 

“Kelly!” You shouted. You instantly felt crazy running after this beautiful woman whilst you were in Max’s baggy clothes. 

Kelly turned to you but you hadn’t really thought this through. If you ask what she texted Max then you will sound crazy, but you know you’re not going to get a straight up answer from Max. 

“Are you okay, Y/n?” She asked. You heard Max running up to the two of you before he just stood there waiting to hear what you were going to say. Memories of how good you and Max filled your brain before being overshadowed by the hurt he caused you, how broken he’s made you feel. Do you just trust Max and go back into the room with him or do you attempt to find out the truth? 

“Did you sleep with him?” The words slipped from your mouth, not thinking it through but clearly your subconscious brain needs to know the answer. 

“Are you sure you want to know that?” Kelly asked. 

“Y/n, don’t do this, come back inside.” Max said, putting his hands on your shoulders from behind you in an attempt to get you to follow him. Your mind was racing, the walls of the corridor were getting smaller and you were getting hotter and hotter. You shoved Max off of you, not looking away from Kelly. Her face gave everything away. 

“Y/n, I uh- we uh-“ 

“Shut the fuck up Kelly!” Max shouted, hitting the wall next him. 

“Let her talk. Did you? Did you sleep with him?”

“Listen, I think there are certain things that would be better to hear them from Max.” Kelly began fumbling through her handbag as Max was pacing with his hands on his head. Both of them were panicking. You’ve clearly already got your answers. 

“Here’s my number. Talk to Max, if you feel like he isn’t telling you the truth or isn’t telling you the whole story, call me.” She gave you a small piece of paper before getting into the elevator. 

“FUCK YOU!” Max screamed as the elevator doors closed. You didn’t notice you were crying until Kelly had gone. You turned to face Max to see he was also in a fit of tears. 

You’ve seen Max’s every emotion, but you wasn’t quite sure what this one was. The fact he was crying and screaming at Kelly, hitting walls was a good indication that you were wrong to believe him. 

“Y/n, please, please, I’ll tell you everything, just please don’t leave me here.” You ignored him as you went back towards the room, it was a short way, not long enough to decide whether you should just grab your stuff and leave or actually stay and hear him out. 

When you got to the door you’d realised you need to wait for Max regardless to open the door. Once he did you began picking up your things, you’ve given him too many chances. How could you be so stupid, you thought to yourself. 

“Move Max.” He was stood in front of the door like an over emotional security guard, something you feel you’d laugh at but for now, you just felt numb. 

“Not until we talk.” 

“And are you really going to tell me the truth? Because to swear Max I’ll go to her and get it all. I can’t keep doing this with you. You ask me to trust you on another lie!” You were emotionally worn out, you were hoping all of the scenarios you’ve created in your head are much worse than what Max is going to attempt to tell you. 

“I’ll tell you everything. Just please come and sit down.” Max softly grabbed your arm as he sat on the edge of the bed but you pulled away, not wanting to waste any more time here than you needed to. 

“I’m fine standing.” Max sighed and nodded. 

“I’m sorry Y/n. I am. You need to understand I really did think there was something going on with you and your boss, and I know, I know how stupid I sound. I know I should’ve just spoke to you. She was a shoulder to cry on which just.. got carried away and I regret it every day Y/n. I regret how much I’ve hurt you. I hate myself for doing this to you. For doing this to us. I wish it never happened-“ 

“Get on with it Max.” You spat. Not caring for his fake apologies or however he’s trying to justify what he’s done. That’s not what you need to know right now. 

Max began telling you about what really happened during the period you were broken up, how he did sleep with Kelly that night, how it was her that had invited him and not the guys. He knew she’d be there unlike the version of events he told you. He told you how he thought of you. How he’d regret what he was doing, but he still done it anyway. You felt even more numb than you did before as you attempt to listen to him tell you what really happened, whilst you were sat at home thinking of him, crying over him, blaming yourself for this, he was fucking her. 

“Why did you lie?” You whispered, not trusting your voice if you were to speak at a normal volume. 

“I can’t lose you Y/n, I can't. I’m sorry, you’re everything to me Y/n, you know that? Please just tell me what I need to do to fix this, I'll do anything, fuck, I’ll even stop racing for you if it meant we can work through this somehow.” 

“Why did you lie to me?” You asked again. Max was a rambling mess at this point, you kind of thought it made no sense. He cheated on you, he knows what he's done, he’s just sorry it’s all coming out now. 

“I don’t want to hurt you Y/n, I never want to hurt you. What I said, what I told you had happened, that’s how I wish it happened. I know that means nothing, I know that sounds stupid, but I can’t bare this Y/n. I hate myself for what I've done to know, how much I've hurt you-”

“When did this start? When did you start seeing her?” You could hardly speak, you didn’t know if it was the shock or because of the tears that fell down. Max shook his head before looking up at you through his tear stained eyelashes.

“Please Y/n, I love you, only you. I can’t do this without you, you know I can’t. I’d take this all back if I could -“ 

“How long Max?” It was your turn to talk through gritted teeth. You felt yourself tense, almost bracing yourself for his answer. 

“A few months.” Barely above a whisper Max admits. 

You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding, not caring anymore about how much you were crying. You were hurt. Your heart has been ripped apart by the one person you’ve ever truly loved. 

“All the time you accused me of cheating, and it was you all along? How could you do this to me? To ME? Of all people Max. I’ve been there for you, I’ve supported you when no one else would. I’ve listened to you when no one else would. I’ve been the one person to stand by you throughout everything. I mean look at me. Here I am giving you a second chance after you lied to my face! How could I be so stupid.” You slightly laughed at yourself. 

“You know, everyone told me this would happen. That you’d do this to me. And do you know what I’d say? I’d say, ‘my Max would never do that. He wouldn’t treat me like that.’ Look how wrong I was with that one! You won Max. You broke me. You proved everyone right.” You grabbed your things and began to leave, not wanting to stand there looking at him anymore. 

“Y/n, please-“ 

“Leave me alone Max! Don’t you think you’ve hurt me enough? Please, please leave me alone.” You walked out of the room, you leant against the wall as you sobbed into your hand, attempting not to make any noise in the corridor. You hope he gave you the entire truth. You had heard enough at this point. Even if there was more to know, he cheated on you and he lied to you. Nothing can be worse than that. 

It felt like a long walk back to your apartment. Back to square one, let the heartbreak start again, you thought. You phone was crowded with messages and missed calls from Max. You quite simply turned it off and laid on your bed. You were somewhat excited to see Max again today. You were still hurting, still unsure whether to trust him or not. But he’s your love. You’ve practically dedicated your life to him. You don’t really have anyone here in Monaco.. should you just move back home? Your mind races with questions you feel you’ll never get the answer to. Why you? What did you do? Was it your fault? Did you really push him into her open arms? Your head ached from crying, you were sick of crying. When heartbroken you get to a point where your head stops caring, you want to stop thinking of them, you want to stop caring for them, longing for them. But your heart always knows what it wants. 

You sat up, getting changed into your own clothes, instantly throwing Max’s into the small bin you had in your bedroom. Maybe taking something for your headache might be a good idea to help you get some sleep tonight. You were tired of being tired, you thought. You once again slightly laughed at yourself. How your life has come to this. You grabbed some tablets and some water from the kitchen, leaning against the counter whilst looking at the calendar hanging on the wall. You quickly took the tablets, washing it down with a gulp of water before slamming the cup down, you ran over to the calendar to make sure what you were seeing was correct. You turned the kitchen light on and took the calendar off the wall trying to work it all out in your head. You can’t be, you must have the date wrong. Fuck. 

You were late. You rushed to the bathroom, slamming all the drawers and cupboard open, frantically trying to find a test that you know you have laying about somewhere. 

Waiting for the result was the longest three minutes you’ve ever encountered. This will make everything even more complicated, you thought to yourself. Can you really go back to Max? Does he even deserve to be a part of a childs life? Can you ever trust him again? Can he really stay loyal? Oh fuck, please be negative. Your hands shook as you picked up the test, not wanting to look but also wanting to see immediately. 

Two lines.. You were pregnant.

What the fuck do you do now..? 

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[les-lestappen]

35 with Charles X Lando <3

charles leclerc x lando norris

author's note: charles x lando my beloved!! I'm so so happy to write about them and this is cute and fluffy (with a tiny bit of hurt+comfort)

"Stop it! It tickles" Lando said, he was laughing but he was also very aware of the way Charles' hands felt on him, skin and fingers separated only by a thin t-shirt. He had been laughing a lot that night and he was thankful Charles and Carlos came to distract him after a particularly shitty race. When they entered Lando was looking at twitter and barely registered his best friend and his crush's presence until Charles sat down next to him and took the phone from his hands. "You shouldn't listen to them." he said, giving Lando a sad sympathetic smile.

Carlos, who was looking at him with a look Lando couldn't understand, nodded. He knew about Lando's crush so maybe it was his idea to come there and he brought Charles along, but Charles was also just nice like that so Lando couldn't know for sure.

"Lando, they don't know you, but we know you did your best." Charles went on.

"Don't wanna talk about it" he had mumbled, feeling a little embarrassed with himself.

"That's okay you don't have to talk"

"You can just listen, we can distract you, if it's okay" Carlos chipped in and they started to tell him all about their latest Ferrari challenge.

It worked, Lando had smiled, even laughed a bit but then his thoughts about the race came back and he zoned out, feeling his eyes burning a little. Charles obviously noticed and that's when Lando felt his long fingers wrapping around his sides, tickling him.

Charles wouldn't stop and Lando was almost out of breath. He managed to stop one his hands and now they were looking in each other's eyes, faces just centimeters away.

He glanced over Charles shoulder and saw Carlos quickly leaving, pretending to get a call and smiling.

"Oh yeah? Does this tickle?" Charles said before kissing his jaw, then lower on his neck, then again his collarbone. They were soft, fleeting kisses but they were enough for Lando to blush, his eyes wide. Charles felt him stiffen and stopped, looking at him expectantly but this only made Lando blush more. He gained a little courage and managed to say "Not really, it's not like you can grow a beard."

Charles let out a short laugh, never taking his green eyes off the younger driver, it was driving Lando insane.

"Charles" he said, no he whispered,because of how close they still were "Charles please kiss me."

And Charles finally did, a long deep and sweet kiss that turned playful when Charles tried to tickle him again and Lando bit his lower lip.

[httpsuniverse]

babe [ lando norris ]

[ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 ] — lando norris x reader . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ 🫂 °.   *

[ 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗦 & 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ] — angst, some hate comments . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ ℹ️ °.   *

࣪˖ 💭 .. 𝗘𝗬𝗔’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 ⌕ another one from the drafts! enjoy <3

this work is purely fictional. names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. © httpsuniverse, 2023. do not steal, repost in other platforms, translate and/or claim this work as your own.

f1wags

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f1wags y/n’s ig story update today! it seems as though lando norris is officially off the market as the 2020 season comes to an end, congratulations to the happy couple! 🥳❤️

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december 15, 2020

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december 16, 2020

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landonorris promoted from boyfriend to fiancé! you can never get rid of me now, y/n y/l/n 😜 i love you!

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december 16, 2020

landonorris and yourusername

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landonorris two years ago, we exchanged our vows on valentine’s 💗 happy valentine’s and 2nd anniversary, my hot, beautiful wife. to more adventures and years to us 🥂 i love you.

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— ❤️ by landonorris

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february 14, 2023

f1wags

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f1wags we haven’t had a glimpse of y/n in the paddock the past few races, so here’s some throwback pictures with husband, lando norris! 🤍

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user i miss her :(

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user right.. that could only be the plausible reason why she’s not attending races 🙄

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user no bc think about it.. it’s already round 10 and we haven’t seen her since bahrain, not even during testing 💀

user well, silverstone’s up next. let’s just hope she’s there for lando’s home race

user we can just hope

july 02, 2023

f1gossip

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f1gossip y/n’s now deleted ig story today. wonder what’s happening between the young couple? 🤔

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july 07, 2023

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yourusername stfu you’re literally coming to bali with me

yoursistersig oh yea lol

user the comments from y/n’s friends and family are scaring me (kinda)

user have u noticed that lando hasn’t commented anything or even leave a like ... i miss his obsessed hubby comments

user plus her last ig story 😓

user oh god pls dont do this to me

user are yall thinking what im thinking...?

user whatever you’re thinking, pls keep it to yourself PLS I CANNOT DO THIS.

user so... you’re m.i.a in silverstone?

july 08, 2023

landonorris

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landonorris p2 and a 🏆 at my home race!!!!! ❤️ you guys are crazyyyyyyyyyy 💙

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mclaren proud 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧

masonmount congrats brother!

maxfewtrell absolute scenes, proud brother 🧡

user no signs of y/n here ... 🤔

user ikr like where tf is she

user haven’t seen her since the beginning of this silly season

user she’s out there weeping while her husband’s winning 😹

yourusername

bali, indonesia

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yourusername crazy how time flies when you’re being yourself; careless and free 🍃

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yourbffsig love the glow these days! miss you terribly 💔

yourusername don’t be dramatic, you’ll be here in a few days 😛

yourbffsig 🙄 let me be dramatic pls

user uh excuse me maam, you have some races to attend to?

user she’s not really obligated to attend lol let her live her life.

user uh she has a husband who she needs to support? duh? besides, whose money do you think she’s spending?

user y/n earns her own money, she has her own business even before she and lando tied the knot. she has a degree for that, icydk.

user all this time i thought she was a sahw lmfao

user the username of her business is literally on her bio, in case you haven’t seen it :)

yoursistersig love how you look in the first picture 😂 wearing shades because you cried all night?

yourusername i was drunk, in my defense.

yoursistersig yeah, you’re one drunk crier 😂

yourusername quit exposing me please 🥲

user no “congrats lando!”? no “p2 baby!!”? none? ok

user no cuz i rly thought she’d at least say congrats 😐

user imagine securing a podium on ur home race and ur wife cant congratulate u lmao sad life for lando norris

user i hope you’re ignoring the hate comments and healing, y/n ❤️ your peace of mind comes first over everything

user she knew what she was getting into when she married lando, she should be tough enough to read the comments 😂

f1wags

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f1wags updates on lando & y/n! seems like their fairytale love story is over which is why we haven’t seen y/n lately every race weekend!

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user um what

user not them 💔

user omg i feel bad for y/n

user everything probably took a toll on her mental health

user i hope she’s healing and resting, also i hope she’s not pressuring herself on healing :(

user from strangers to childhood besties to lovers to strangers again :/

user damn this hit hard

user dont do this to me please.

user i knew the caption on her last post meant something 😭

[sports-on-sundays]

red wine / CS55

Summary: mafia!husband!Carlos x wife!reader - ANGST. You want to get out of the marriage you regret, but Carlos won't let you go.

Warnings: "dark fic," mention of murder, angst, toxic relationship, forced relationship, kissing, biting, sexual touching (nothing too serious), screaming, crying, despair, disrespect, if I missed anything let me know

Requested?: No.

You stare at the wine in your glass, slowly spinning and sloshing the bloody liquid, staring past it into the dark. You don't even look up as you hear the door open. You don't even look up as Carlos makes his way to you, immediately wrapping his muscly arms around you, slipping his hand under the low collar of your silky dress.

"Someone is needy," you say boredly, setting the glass down. Your eyes are glazed over as you mutter, "I'm not in the mood right now."

"I am," he mutters in your ear, his hand travelling further down.

"I'm aware, Carlos," you snap, slipping away from him, standing up to look down at him.

"What's wrong?" he says, taking your hand. He holds it a little too tightly.

You clench your jaw and mutter, "I'm getting sick of you. I want to get out."

He holds your hand even harder, and tugs you toward him. He wraps his arms around your middle and presses his cheek to your stomach, saying softly, "You know I can't let you do that."

"You're my biggest regret," you mutter, running and hand through his dark hair.

"What's done is done. Now I couldn't live without your sex and affection."

"But it's all in vain," you mutter, your voice even harder. "I though this would be worth it, for the money."

"You're gorgeous and rich, and I've helped you do that. You can't leave."

"What if I did?"

He grips you harder. "I won't let you. If you ever try, know that I'll find you. And you'll be in a lot of trouble."

You swallow. "What if I report you? Tell the police everything? Send you to jail?"

"Mi amor, you won't. You chose to marry me. And you've done horrific things yourself, no? We would be going to jail together. There's no separating yourself from me, and you know it," he purrs, pulling you down onto his lap.

You sigh as he begins kissing and biting at your neck, and hopelessly lean into it.

Carlos can barely keep his hands off of you before the dinner. He's been getting more... physical lately, but that's not even the part you're concerned about.

It's what he's been saying.

"Mi amor, are you comfortable? Are you happy?"

He never shows he cares about you, and you don't care about him, neither.

"Does this feel good, or do you want me to stop?"

He never cares about how you're feeling or your opinion.

"I'd do anything for you."

He's always showed he only cares about himself, and himself only. He's never done anything for you.

"I care about you so much. I wish I knew how to make you understand that."

He's never cared before.

You're sure this is just him trying to manipulate you to want to stay with him, but it's still strange. That shows he doesn't have enough faith in his own power and control to keep you.

Or it shows he really does care.

Which isn't very likely at all.

You stare into his black eyes, a hard expression in your eyes as his hands travel over your waist and he mutters in a low tone, "That dress looks so good on you."

You wear a long black slit dress with no sleeves, a pair of long, black gloves, and high black heels. The only white thing on you is a small pearl necklace, high up on your neck.

Carlos, who is wearing a completely black suit himself, says as his hand travels over your necklace, "Isn't the outfit a little dark though...?"

"And yours isn't?"

He nods. "Fair. It won't matter; you're right." He leans away a bit, saying simply, "Our guest of honour should be here any minute now."

It's all apart of his plan, and you're just here to look pretty. He's inviting an enemy over to 'discuss terms of agreement,' and then plans to poison his wine and kill him, essentially.

Nothing too out of the ordinary.

So soon you sit next to Carlos, across from the other criminal, listening boredly to their manipulative and confusing words, just eating your food.

As they speak, you feel Carlos's hand discreetly gliding beneath the tablecloth, finding its way onto your thigh, slipping in between the slit in your dress. Despite the distraction, you attempt to maintain composure and concentrate on your meal, while his large hand caresses and strokes your thigh, gradually making it's way up, higher and higher.

Suddenly you grab his hand hard, right when you think he's about to go too far, and breathe, "Carlos... Why don't you go get that new wine you bought in mind of Señor Moreno's visit? I'm dying to try it, amor."

You can't help but let out a relieved sigh as Carlos's hand slowly slips back to himself. "Right," he smiles, exchanging a look with you. "I'll go get the wine."

So soon, he has a glass for each of you. You sip from yours. You know Carlos told you the effects of the poison won't come on right away, but you still find yourself eyeing the guest.

"This is good wine, Sainz..." the man says, and the two continue their conversation.

Apparently, the man leaves before the poison can kick in.

"Is that normal?" you ask, leaning over the table to look into Carlos eyes.

"Of course it is. He certainly won't be alive to wake up in the morning."

You nod slowly, and suddenly stand up, walking to the living room. Carlos, of course, follows, and you say, not even turning to face him, "I didn't like what you were doing during dinner."

His hand grips your waist from behind, "Yes, you did."

But you spin on your heel, knocking his hand away and snap, "No, I didn't! I don't want you touching me like that!"

He seems only slightly surprised by the sudden outburst, and responds, "I'm your husband! Why should I not touch you how I like?"

"Because I don't want you to be my husband!" you suddenly scream, letting out trapped emotions of days, and weeks. And years. "I hate you!" The anger seems to be hitting your head, making you dizzy, making everything shift a little. Blurry with rage. And hurt.

"You chose to marry me!"

"What if I were to chose to divorce you?"

"I won't let you!" he shouts back, his eyes looking slightly desperate.

Slightly fearful.

"And that's why I ha- h- hate-"

And then everything slows down. Everything turns red and wrong and-

Carlos watches as you seem to freeze, mouth and eyes wide open.

And then, you crumble to the floor.

Carlos dives to his knees, and catches you in his arms and lap right before you hit the floor.

Outside of himself, his voice screams your name.

Thoughts scream in his mind.

"Y/n!"

And then it hits him.

Did she somehow get the poisoned glass?

"No... no..." he gasps, holding you close to him. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." he gasps. "Please... please don't leave me... I do love you... I really do... I would... I just don't know how to treat you right... but I want to... I would change for you... Please... I would... just please don't..."

Your blurry vision falters as you look up at him with half lidded eyes. You feel him lean down and press his lips to your sweating forehead. "Please," he gasps, tears flooding his eyes. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Carlos sees you try to speak, but fail. He watches as you weakly, gently allow your eyes and mouth to shut.

"No!" he cries.

Your body goes limper in his arms.

"Y/n!" he screams as tears begin to flow down his cheeks. "Y/n, wake up! Answer me!"

He never cries.

I just didn't know how to do the right thing, his mind screams. Is this my punishment? For all I've ever done? That the only person I have that still loves me is now going to die by my hand?

"Y/n... please..." he breathes, wiping his own tear off your lovely, smooth cheek.

He sits, frozen, staring at his wife.

And then his head leans back, accepting it, letting it hit him, and the most anguished cry of your name escapes his lips, reaching every single corner of the whole house.

[seasidepierre]

sunkissed face part 8 | charles leclerc

FORMULA ONE DRIVERS MASTERLIST

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8

summary: You’ve been in love with your best friend Harrison for quite a while now but when Tom, Harrison and Tuwaine go on a trip to Monaco for the F1 Grand Prix, you’re quick to tag along, even though it means spending time with Harrison’s girlfriend.

warnings: I’ve left them alone for quite a bit so they’re full of fluff. 

words count: 6k

a/n: I’m sorry it took so much time, I can’t promise the next update will be quicker, I promise I love them to bits but I suck at sticking to one task. The “meeting your dad” little blurb I had made its way to this part, though I added a few bits and bobs around it, so you don’t have exactly the same thing. It made sense to have it there, I hope you don’t mind Xx

“I’ll see you in two weeks,” Charles whispered against your lips in the middle of a business lounge in the airport in Nice. “Just two little weeks and I’ll all yours.” “I know,” you sighed. “Two weeks is manageable, right?” “It totally is,” he smiled, raising the corners of your lips along with his. He sounded like he was trying to convince both you and himself. “We’ll barely notice them passing by. Two little weeks.”

He took a step back, keeping an arm around your hips, counting on his fingers and muttering the numbers in French underneath his breath.

“Quinze dodos. Fifteen sleeps,” he grinned. “You’re the dorkiest,” you laughed. “You love it.” “I kinda do,” you nodded.

You were far from saying those three little words. You weren’t sure you felt them quite yet, but you did love the dork side of Charles, like his looks didn’t quite match the child that was still trapped inside his soul, sometimes.

“Wait.. Fifteen?” you realised. “I could come on the Monday?” He sheepishly suggested, a blush slowly creeping on his neck. “That would be nice,” you whispered, resting your head on his chest. “My bed seems too big when you’re not there.” “I will come fix that issue, then,” he promised, with a kiss on your forehead. “You should go, you’re gonna miss your flight.” “Do I really have to go?” You whined, pushing your face deeper into his shirt. “I’m afraid you do..”

You didn’t say goodbye, when you left. You raised on your tippy toes, gave him a quick kiss, then waved before you had to say it. Because saying goodbye felt too harsh and too final. “See you later” could have worked, but it still meant leaving and you didn’t like it either. So you just waved and Charles waved back from the other side of the window. You were clad in the hoodie that you were supposed to give him back. Charles said it was yours, now, and you didn’t have to say thanks because your happy grin sufficed. During the weekend, he had worn it for as long as he could and you were pretty sure he did spray way too much perfume on it, just for the sake of sending you back home with something you’d be able to cling onto.

The AC in the plane was on full blast, you thought, as a shiver ran down your spine. The sun was no longer on your face and you couldn’t bask in Charles’ warmth anymore. You shook a little and slipped your hands in the pocket of the jumper, only to find a wrapped up candy from the hotel you just left. You had no idea where it came from, because you didn’t wear that hoodie much during the weekend, since Charles was the one sporting it the most. He must have hidden it for you to find, you realised, and you smiled at the attention.

Fifteen sleeps. Quinze dodos.

☀️

Those fifteen sleeps went by a blur. You went to work on a Monday morning and on the evening, Charles was sitting in the hall of your flat, waiting for you to come home. You opened the door to him without a word, grabbing his hand effortlessly, leading him in what he now knew to be your safe space. You didn’t eat dinner that evening, you just went straight to bed, peeled off each other’s clothes and kissed every parcel of skin you could find. You slept for a blissful ten hours, your head lodged in the crook of his shoulder and his nose resting on top of your skull, your legs intertwined just as tightly as your fingers. Charles knew you had work to do and you couldn’t just pretend that life didn’t exist outside of these walls. So he woke up a bit earlier than you did, cooked breakfast (or most likely, toasted bread and spread butter and jam on each piece of toast) and made tea in a pale yellow mug that had small golden stars on it, because it looked cute and he instantly liked it. He knew that you liked your tea with only one cube of brown sugar and that your favourite tea was the one berry-flavoured. You didn’t have a tray for his very romantic idea of a breakfast in bed, but you did have a large pan that worked wonder in bringing everything to you. That morning, you got woken up by hot tea vapours and small kisses along your jaw, only matched in their softness by the fingers that sneaked between the sheets to find your bare hip.

Charles will later say that you woke up with a small on your face and that it was all he could hope for. You ate in silence, because there was nothing you could say to explain how full your heart felt that morning and Charles seemed to be in the same state of mind. He took you to the shower, washed your hair, lathered your body in foam and couldn’t help himself to a lazy morning shower sex, just because he could and just because he wanted to make you happy. Then he redid the whole foam on the body, because it felt like the right thing to do.

You left for work before you could change your mind, with a kiss and, finally, his first words since he arrived in your building being “Have a nice day, work well and come back fast.” You’d argue you tried your best to have the shortest day at the office you could have. He’d argue that the day felt endlessly long.

On the evening, you ate in bed after Charles jumped on you the second you were home, naked but blissful, in a post orgasm state that rivalled the feeling they must be experiencing in heaven.

“Do you think your dad will like me?” Charles whispered, the words dying between your own lips. “He’s gonna love you,” you reassured him, eyes closed, head on the pillow, fighting to stay awake. “I’m kinda nervous.” “You shouldn’t be,” you breathed out before finally succumbing to sleep.

☀️

Tom called during the week, to ask how you were doing and if you were going to Silverstone. You said you were and that you were happy.

“Lover boy in London?” He laughed. “He is,” You smiled softly at the phone. “What is he doing during the day? Since you’re at work, you know..” “I actually have no idea. He’s hanging out at the flat. He’s resting. I think he had a debrief on the phone with the team, yesterday.” “Do you think I could take him out for lunch?” “I dunno,” you shrugged. “Call him, ask him yourself. But why do you want to have a date with him?” “I dunno,” he repeated. “To chat, I guess.” “Tom, I don’t have an older brother and you don’t need to fill that role,” you groaned. “I mean, I kinda do, actually.” “No you don’t,” you argued. “I’m happy. He’s good to me, Tommy.” “I know. But the last time I saw you in love, you ended up in tears more than I could ever handle it once again.”

You nodded, even though he couldn’t see nor hear it. Tom had seen you being miserably in love with Harrison for longer than you’d realise. He knew before you admitted it, actually. He had dried your tears too many times to forget about it. He had supported you through everything, without a word. And it was Harrison, it was both your best friend. Now this was a guy he didn’t really know, beyond the occasional hangouts or texts, and while he’d agree that Charles seemed to be a good guy, he wanted to make sure. You couldn’t quite deny him that one.

“You have his Instagram. Ask him yourself.” “I will.”

On the evening you came back home, Tom was sitting in the flat, with a PlayStation that you knew from his living room. He had taken everything apart just to bring it to your place and bags of takeout were sitting on the kitchen counters.

“Hi boys,” You smiled.

They barely mumbled their hellos back to you, engrossed in a game of Fifa that you couldn’t begin to understand. You smiled at your favourite boys together, noticing the similarities and the differences in just a glance. Tom was obviously shorter but he seemed broader, while Charles was slimmer and taller. Both had short dark hair, both held kindness in their eyes and both would follow you to the end of the Earth if it meant having you happy. Your heart warmed at the realisation that you were so incredibly lucky to be surrounded by such great souls.

You made dinner, a simple dish of pasta because Charles was still on a diet and Andrea would have his head on a pike if he went for anything that would mess it all up. Tom stayed for dinner, eating with you two, talking about your day and everything in your lives. Charles told him everything he could about F1. Tom told him everything he could about Marvel movies. Both revealed secrets they shouldn’t have but promised to never peep a word about it. They joked at your expense sometimes, though Charles was quick to drape your hand with his after, as if he needed to apologise for the teasing and reassure you that he didn’t truly mean it.

“You got a good one,” Tom said before he left. “It didn’t feel like your place anymore,” he added. “He fits in there perfectly,” he concluded, before dropping a kiss on your cheek and leaving in the dusk of the night, his PlayStation underneath his arm. “Do you think Tom will be at Silverstone?” Charles asked. “I think so, why?” “He ruined me at Fifa, I need a revenge,” he shrugged.

You did get a good one, you grinned.

☀️

Soon enough it was Thursday and Charles had to leave for his work, emptying your flat from his infectious smile and smell, again. But that was okay, because you had managed to score a Friday off and you would be joining him at the track just the day after. Un dodo. Just one sleep.

Andrea was kind enough to fetch you from the garage when you arrived on the Friday morning and Charles was already in a briefing. You met with one of the most important people in Charles’ life and Andrea was nothing but nice. He spoke in an even more broken English than Charles, thick with his Italian accent, but he was funny and spoke highly of Charles, so you automatically liked him. He told you Charles had insisted that you were to be in his driver’s room when he’d finally get out of his meet so you listened to Andrea’s stories for about an hour before Charles came barging in the room like a mad man. You were in his arms before you could say hi and before Andrea could even react.

“If only your reflexes could be quick like that all the time,” Andrea muttered.

That made you laugh and Charles grinned in return, happy to hear that sound again, as if you had been separated for more than 24 hours. You had lunch with Charles and Andrea, you met a good part of Charles’ team, some of them remembering you from the French GP, but this time you were properly introduced. The “girlfriend” label was quite already attached to the nape of your neck, but you could feel it looming above your head and for the first time, you didn’t suffocate with the idea of belonging to anybody else than Harrison. You were thrilled by the prospect, actually.

The Friday went by slowly and you sat in the garage with a pair of headphones, learning as much as you could and basking in the fumes of oil, rubber and car exhaust. The air was thick with warmth and mechanical particles, but you liked being there. Andrea was entertaining and you couldn’t ask for more. On the evening, the qualifications for the Sprint race happened and you spent the whole session crossing your fingers. Charles ended up P4, which wasn’t amazing, but it also meant that he could skip the top 3 interviews and be back to you quicker. He had to find positives everywhere.

The Saturday was another deal and while you wished your dad could be there, you knew he would still have the time of his life on the Sunday. With such short notice, he couldn’t manage to get out of work but you promised you’d have an extraordinary Sunday, which Charles had been starting to plan.

Charles was wearing his red pants when you walked in the paddock. You had taken a taxi from the hotel, because Charles let you sleep and because you had asked for it, the night prior. You knew media and fans would be waiting for Charles to arrive on the track and you didn’t want to attract attention while you still didn’t quite know what you were. So you met with Andrea again, who brought you to the garage, where Charles was settling the last details before the second free practice session. He kissed you before he went to drive and you tapped gently on his helmet, knocking lightly on it.

“What was it for?” He chuckled. “Knocking on wood. Good luck out there, be fast but be careful.”

It must have been a lucky charm because he ended the session P2, with not only half a second that separated him from Max Verstappen, who you knew to be bloody good. For the Sprint Race, you couldn’t do it and it brought Charles back to the P4 spot, just as he had been before the race. Nothing lost, but nothing gained either. Charles was frustrated. Relieved that he wasn’t starting lower on the grid, but frustrated that he couldn’t grab a point, when he was just three seconds behind Valtteri Bottas.

That night, Charles went to the gym and you sat on the floor, watching a movie on your phone while Andrea was shouting in Italian words that you couldn’t even start to comprehend. You watched the coat of sweat on Charles’ forehead turn into sweat stains on his shirt and after an hour, when his breath was so short he sounded like he was about to pass out, you got your man back and helped him in the shower because his arms were so tired from lifting weights, he couldn’t even reach his hair. So you scrubbed every bit of his body that you could and let him turn putty in your hands, groaning when you pressed the palms of your hands in the knots on his shoulder blades, as you tried to relieve the tension.

That night, you didn’t even try anything funny, because Charles needed to rest and because Andrea had said “You sleep tonight, Lover Boy, you hear me?” and you were kinda scared that he would know, one way or another. You liked Andrea, but not to the point of having him know your sexual activity. So you went to bed and slipped beneath the covers after Charles, because you still had a few minutes to watch on your movie and you wanted to know the end. When you finally made it to the hotel bed, Charles was asleep face first in your pillow, the duvet low on his back and you could see the small dimples on each side of his lower spine. You slid behind him, kissed each shoulder blade and slipped your arms around his stomach, spooning him.

“This is the other way around, normally,” he mumbled, sleepily. “Do you want to turn around?”

A small silence followed by a sleepy breath was all you needed to know that you wouldn’t move one bit.

“I like it when you hold me,” he admitted.

You never got to tell him that you liked holding him more than he liked you holding him. He was already asleep when you came to that conclusion.

☀️

You had no idea how you managed to keep the secret for that long, but damn it did feel glorious to watch your dad’s face crumble as you presented him with a paddock pass with his name and face on it. The lanyard was neon green, branded with the F1 logo and as you passed it around his neck, you were almost certain that tears were welling up in his eyes.

  And he wasn’t even close to the biggest surprise yet.

  When Charles invited you to Silverstone, you were ecstatic to say the least. You had already planned to go but couldn’t have found cheap tickets and were on the lookout for resellers who might sell their tickets back. You only needed two, one for you and one for your dad, but you only had managed to almost get scammed in the process. So when Charles offered for you to be his guest, you had one condition and one only: you and your dad were a package deal. Charles was so happy to comply, it filled your heart with warmth and happiness. The fact that he was adamant that you would only come with your dad was absolutely adorable and even more so when he learned that you hadn’t told him anything about the fact that you were seeing each other. Dating? Was he your boyfriend? He had no idea and to be honest, he wasn’t as pressed about it either. He was just glad to spend time with you, whether it was to kiss you and cuddle with you or just to talk. If you wanted him to be your boyfriend, he would gladly be so. If you wanted to introduce him to your dad as just a friend, he would smile and shake his hand either way. This wasn’t time for the big debates on whether or not you were his girlfriend. And you were thankful for that.

“How the hell are we in the paddock?” Your dad kept muttering, walking next to you. “I told you, I got those passes through someone I know,” you grinned. “Do I have to send a gift basket to Tom again?” Your dad rolled his eyes. “I love this kid to death but he has to stop with the gifts.” “It’s not Tom,” you giggled. “But you’re gonna like him either way.” “Oh so it’s a “he”, then,” your dad teased. “Stop digging for intel, you’re gonna know soon anyway,” you laughed.

The more you walked through the paddock, the faster your heart beat. You hadn’t seen Charles in almost a month, ever since you left from the French GP with an usual hole in your chest, shaped like your favorite monégasque. You had texted and called, of course, and you had watched every bit of content you could find to feel closer to him but nothing would ever replace the feeling of his arms around your waist and of his lips on the crook of your neck. You couldn’t wait to get him back.

  The walk in the paddock still felt foreign and if it wasn’t for the couple of familiar faces that you crossed path with, you could have felt terribly out of place. But you kept on walking, waving back at Pierre who you properly met about a month ago and who had followed you on Instagram to chat, in the following days of your meeting.

  Next to you, your dad gasped at your familiarity with the driver, making you stop wondering where your fangirl tendency could have come from. Your dad was a fangirl. There was no way you didn’t inherit those genes from him. There was no way you would be able to contain your giggles either when he’d finally understand that you were headed to the Ferrari garage.

“I’m not sure we’re supposed to be going to this part of the paddock”, your dad mumbled, a bit embarrassed and turning shier by the second. “I’m certain we are,” you teased back, dragging him by the arm until you crossed the row of trucks with the different teams’ logos on them. “Holy shit, this is the actual pitlane,” your dad almost sobbed. “This is incredible. How the heck am I here?” “Wait until you see where we’re gonna watch the race,” you grinned mischievously.

Charles had been the best sport you could find. He knew how much you owed your dad for your love of Formula One and since it was his first time meeting him, he wanted to impress. He had scored you two seats inside the garage, so you could follow the race on the different screens and watch the pit stops happen in real time. You would be basking in the racing vibes of the Scuderia and he had already planned to shower you with enough merch to last a lifetime. Your dad was about to combust and he wanted to make sure of it. Selfishly, he also wanted to make a good first impression. Not that he was trying to buy your dad, but if he was.. The way to your dad’s heart was about to be easier than ever expected…

“Oh Lord, can we walk up to the Ferrari garage? Is that allowed? Or are we gonna get booted out of here?” “Sure, let’s walk to the Ferrari garage,” you laughed. “Maybe.. Maybe not so close. I don’t want to get shooed away. Stop- What the bloody hell are you doing? You can’t just walk into a garage!! Oh my Lord, I raised a complete nutcase,” your dad spilled out so fast it was actually comical. “Dad, welcome to the Ferrari garage,” You grinned, opening an arm to welcome him in, as if you had any say over who’s allowed in and who isn’t.

You didn’t have much time before you could warn him about what happened. One second you were trying not to explode in tears of laughter in front of his bewildered face and the next, a head was nested in the little space between your shoulder and your neck. You raised a gentle hand, resting it in the messy hair that you could feel tickling your skin and smiled at the familiar feeling of Charles hugging you from behind. He dropped a gentle kiss on your skin, squeezing your sides in his grabby hands and immediately straightened back up to face your father, whose mouth was shaped as a perfect O and who couldn’t quite believe his eyes.

“Dad, I want you to meet Charles,” you introduced them both. “Charles, this is my dad, possibly your biggest fan,” You giggled. “It’s an honor to meet you, Sir,” Charles started, presenting a hand to your dad. “I heard I was to thank you for raising a Ferrari fan as a daughter. I must say I’m super grateful for that, meeting your daughter has been a highlight of my year.” “Shut. Up,” Your dad spat. “You know Charles Leclerc?!” He whisper-yelled at you. “You know Charles Leclerc and you didn’t tell me anything?!” “Dad, he can hear you,” you laughed. “Yes, I know Charles.” “Was he the one whose hand I could see on that car in Monaco? Were you that hand?!” He finally addressed Charles, who was still waiting to shake his hand. “I’m quite sure I was,” Charles blushed, amused. “Your daughter’s been a delight to have around in Monaco.” “Oh my God, this is the best day of my life, I need to sit down,” your dad started to hyperventilate. “She’s hanging out with a Ferrari driver and she doesn’t bloody tell me. This is the best thing in my life right now,” he ranted. “Dad, Charles is still waiting to shake your hand,” you smiled. “Oh yeah, sorry Son, yeah, ahem, big fan,” your dad blushed (blushed!!), finally greeting Charles. “Phenomenal drive. Such bad luck in Monaco. My my. Love what you’re doing. You’re the best. Hope you win today.” “That’s the goal, I’ll do my best. In the meantime, you’re welcome to watch the race from here. There’s a seat with your name on it. Well, not quite literally, but you know what I mean. I also got you a pair of headphones so you could listen to my radio, in case you’re interested in that. It protects the ears from the loud noises, too.” “Oh man, I think I’m gonna fall in love with you,” your father almost cried, before launching himself to the chair waiting for him like he had fire underneath his ass. “You think I made a good impression?” Charles almost grimaced. “I think he already loves you very much,” you replied, amused. “You made his entire year. Thank you for everything, it means the world to me to have him experience such a thing.” “Then it means the world to me too. Anything for you,” he smiled. “Am I allowed to kiss you or is that tempting my luck too much?” He cringed. “You are absolutely 100% allowed to kiss me,” you smiled, rising to your tippy toes to kiss him yourself. “He’s deep into a screen, watching the replays of your onboard anyway.” “I’m glad he likes me,” Charles sighed, relieved. “What can I say? Must be a family thing,” you joked, kissing him again.

Your dad was already engrossed in the screens in front of him. He looked just as home as you were, clad in a Ferrari shirt that he had chosen that morning without knowing where he’d be. You were wearing one of Charles’ shirt, which you were grateful that your father had not really brought to attention, but you knew your friends who were currently marching down the paddock would. You’d see them later, probably after the race, you thought, but that was without counting on Charles who had managed to outdo himself and score two passes for the grid walk, for you and your dad. The fact that your father’s eyes gleamed with unshed tears as he took Charles in his arms was enough to bring tears to yours, silently thanking Charles, even though he couldn’t see your mouth beneath the face mask you still had to sport. Charles nodded above your dad’s shoulder and you thought, just for a minute, that you couldn’t be happier that your heart stopped being stubborn and chose to move on with Charles. He wasn’t just a great rebound, he was everything you could hope and wish for. The fact that he went ahead and tried to make this even more magical for your dad was all the proof you needed that you were in for the long term. The grid was busy as ever, with celebrities looking either ecstatic or completely bored. You almost stumbled onto Will.I.Am and barely had time to apologise before an engineer pushed you to the side. With a bit of a struggle, you made your way around the cars, taking pictures of your dad in front of each one of them, just because you didn’t know when you’d be able to do that again and because he deserved every picture he could get. You even got one of him and Charles chatting for a second before Charles had to put on his helmet again. To say your father was impressed would be an understatement, but you couldn’t ignore the grin that appeared on his mouth just like on the Cheshire Cat’s when Charles gently grabbed your forearm and dropped his helmeted head to your level, without a word. You frowned for a second, then remembered your little moment the day before. With a giggle, you knocked twice on the helmet, muttering “Knocking on wood, be fast but be careful”, which got him smiling, if you trusted the corners of his eyes through the open visor.

“So you and Charles, huh?” Your dad teased. “Yeah. It’s new, but he’s good to me, Dad.” “I can see that. The fact that he went above and beyond for your old fart of a father was enough for me to see that.” “He truly did all of that, huh?” “He did. This is the best day of my life,” your dad grinned. “Now, let’s enjoy the racing and push behind our guy to win.”

Our guy. That sounded just about right.

☀️

To say that your dad was fuming wouldn’t even bring justice to the state he was in. When Lewis Hamilton passed him, you believed he was going to go to the engineers and push all the buttons to release an extra boost of power himself. But there was nothing he could have done and nothing else to do but watch as Charles lost the lead of a race that you truly believed he could have won and that would have made your father so happy it would have been an actual joke. When Charles crossed the line second, your father slapped his cap on the railing in front of you and you sighed with frustration. You knew you were supposed to be happy for a podium, but he had been so close to win in front of you, in front of your dad, that you couldn’t help but be a bit sad for him.

Andrea was the one who pushed you to the bottom of the podium with your dad in tow. You wouldn’t be close to the parc fermé barriers but you would be there for the podium, at least, and Andrea promised he would get you two as close as possible to both the podium, then the doors, so you could get back to Charles for a couple of minutes before he’d have to go through the whole media circus again. You kind of wished they didn’t have to do that every time, just so you could cosy up with him for more than a handful of seconds before he’d be whisked away somewhere else. In your haste, you checked your phone to see Tom had texted both you and Charles to congratulate him on his podium.

Quick text to say congrats! You should have won today, but silverware is still silverware, right? Sending this to your girl as well, I know you won’t have your phone on you

You smiled at the text, sporting a video of Tom, his brothers and Tuwaine, cheering for Charles from the top of the paddock club, where people looked at them like they were proper nutcases. Tom had said “your girl” and you had enjoyed the sound of that. It was the third time already that you realised that being linked to Charles didn’t feel like such a bad thing. You had been really cautious with Tom, because he was your best friend and you didn’t want to cause any type of prejudice or to create drama when there wasn’t drama to begin with, but with Charles, you truly didn’t care. Let there be drama. Let there be chatter. That wouldn’t change the fact that you liked the guy and that the feeling was mutual.

Standing proud but slightly defeated on the second step of the podium, Charles scanned the crowd, hoping to discern the right Ferrari polo that belonged to your shoulders. You thought he would never be able to, surely, when the crowd was that compact and when more than half of the garage was standing there, but the smile he sent your way felt personal and you took it for granted, arrogance be damned. Your dad was clapping and yelling on your side when the presenter introduced Charles Leclerc, second on the podium, like the frustration of seeing him being somewhat robbed of a victory had been wiped for pure joy. You jumped up and down when he raised the trophy in the air and you watched him pour sparkling wine all over himself and the rest of the podium. There wasn’t much you could have done more, but Andrea seemed to be happy about your joy and before you could properly bask in the vibes of it, he was dragging you and your dad away so you could sneak into the right hallway.

Charles was barely out of the door that you were running to him, hanging yourself at his neck and hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

“Have a nice evening, bro,” a voice resonated behind you and you didn’t even comprehend that it was Lewis Hamilton, too busy finding your man back and smelling the melted rubber clinging on his skin. “Did you have a nice day?” Charles whispered. “It was amazing,” you whispered back. “Thanks for everything. Dad was over the moon.” “I’m happy then. Let me go check with him what he wants to do for a second?”

You begrudgingly let him go, watching your dad take him in his arms and slapping him on the back, in a proper men’s hug. You smiled at the vision of them two, walking away with arms on the shoulders or just above the waist, Charles having let the trophy in the trusted hands of your father for just a bit.

“I wish you could have won. You deserved it,” your dad muttered. “I’ll win somewhere else,” Charles shrugged. “Yeah, but I may not be there to cheer for that one.” “I’ll make sure to have someone facetime you, then,” he smiled. “Thank you for having been here today and for pushing behind me. It was nice to meet you that way.”

Your dad nodded and before you could catch up with them, they were out of earshot. You could only see their heads bobbing up and down, the smiles on their mouths and the chuckles rumbling in their chests. Your dad kept patting Charles on the chest, until they turned serious enough that Charles nodded solemnly, before he got engulfed in your father’s embrace once again.

“What did my dad tell you, when we left that building after podium?” You asked, when your head was resting on Charles’ chest in the hotel room bed, after Charles had closed the door of the taxi on him and waved him goodbye. “We talked about you,” he confirmed. “Don’t worry. He didn’t tell me any secret.” “Did he try to scare you off?” “No. But that’s between me and him,” he kissed your forehead. “Okay,” you breathed out.

After your father had gone, you stayed in the Ferrari hospitality, enjoying a cup of tea and helping yourself to not one but three scones, reading stuff on your phone and scrolling down Instagram. You texted a bit with Tom, apologising for not having been able to catch up with them all during the day, to which he replied he understood and asked how the meeting between Charles and your dad went. Charles came out of the briefing room at almost 7pm, with a tired air on his face and yawning like a toddler. You smiled at his ruffled hair and grabbed your bag before joining him and Andrea to jump into a car appointed by Ferrari to drive back to the hotel. You hadn’t really thought about grabbing his hand on the walk over and he had happily swung your intertwined hands between the two of you, throwing back the image of two children in love in the school’s playground. You didn’t care if anybody was seeing you. You didn’t care if the chatter was going to go around the paddock, if tea would be “spilled”. All you cared about was the little rough patch between his thumb and his index finger and how it was scratching the skin between your own thumb and index finger.

“Was it okay that I took your hand when we left?” You timidly asked. “It was perfect,” Charles sighed, sleepily.

You closed your eyes, letting your eyelashes rest on Charles’ jaw.

“Goodnight, girlfriend,” Charles murmured. “Goodnight, boyfriend.”

You didn’t need to talk about it. You didn’t need to question it. The decision had been made a few days ago, you realised, and you had both made it without telling the other. You met each other midway, and it was perfect as it was.

Your boyfriend was now happily sleeping at your side, blissful and a heart full of fondness for you, only matched by the one you held in your heart for him.

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Crash and Burn | Chapter 10

Summary: You’re the first female driver to compete in the Formula 1 World Championship in decades and it's your second year of navigating through a male-dominated sport. Your talent and drive to prove yourself made you vicious on the grid. Your seemingly unshakeable confidence was never questioned- until a certain Ferrari driver made you crash and burn.

Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader

Chapters: 10/?

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 4.3k

Posted on: 1/6/2023

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a/n: I'm finally updating, thank you for your patience! One more chapter after this my friends!

Carlos Sainz Jr. said he loved you and you were elated. You were aware of how long you two have been dating but you couldn’t deny what you felt. After your horrible crash and the days you spent recovering in bed, you had a lot of time to think about your life and the role Carlos had in it. You watched him take care of you for days now and you were so grateful but you couldn’t help but sometimes think that he was only doing this because he felt guilty for the fight that he started. You were quick to brush it off but the thought always stayed in the back of your mind.

 Walking hand in hand, you and Carlos made your way to the trailhead and as you were huffing and puffing, an intrusive thought broke through. What if Carlos only said he loved you because he felt obligated? He sees you looking at him and squeezed your hand.

“What are you thinking about?”

“A lot of things,” you replied.

“I get nervous when you go quiet and get lost in your thoughts,” said Carlos.

You laughed. “Why?”

“It usually means you’re overthinking the situation.”

You kept a neutral face making sure you didn’t show any more telling information. You underestimate how much he understood you.

“No,” you lied. “I’m just a little frustrated that I’m having such a hard time walking up this tiny hill.”

Carlos rubs your back comfortingly. “You’ll build your stamina in no time, I’m sure once your lungs have healed you will be back to normal.”

You nodded as you made a mental goal of taking no breaks until you reached the car. Shortly after your goal was set, you began to wheeze so Carlos insisted on giving you a piggyback ride. You kept apologizing for making him work harder and he responded by slapping your thighs and telling you he could barely feel you. You held him tight as you tried to get as close to him as possible, making sure his center of gravity wasn’t off balance. As you cling to him, you wonder if he is starting to regret all the trouble of taking care of you.

Carlos was all giddy and over the moon about what happened between the two of you. You couldn’t see it but he had a grin on his face the entire time he was carrying you. He loved the fact that you clung to him, reassuring him that you needed him and wanted him there. You were unusually quiet for the rest of the walk and on the car ride back to your apartment, he shrugged it off thinking you were frustrated at yourself. He wanted to talk about it but decided it was better to give you time before he brought it up. 

That night, Carlos went to meet Charles at the gym and the minute he left, you video-called Anna and your sister Elsie. Lowering the volume on your phone, you laughed at both your sister and coach screeching after hearing the news. 

“You guys went through a lot together, I’m not even surprised!” said Elsie.

“Does he love me though? You guys know I have a history of falling hard, but Carlos? I don’t doubt his feelings for me but I don’t know if what he feels is love.” 

Anna rolls her eyes at you. “Are you kidding me? That man loves you so much. You should have seen him after the accident, he was a hot mess.”

“I agree,” said Elsie. “I went back to hear his radio messages after your crash and the man was having a panic attack. Plus, he didn’t need to stay with you for your recovery. Anna and I easily could have dropped everything to come and stay with you but he insisted that he should be the one.”

“See! He feels guilty for starting the fight so he thinks he’s obligated to take care of me!” you countered. 

Elsie pinched the bridge of her nose. “Maybe you should get another check-up because it sounds like you’re not getting enough oxygen in your brain. How can we get it into your thick skull that this man loves you?”

You shrugged. What they said made sense but you were still skeptical.

“Elsie and I would tell you to break up with him if we didn’t think he was telling the truth. So believe us when we say we trust Carlos. Pay attention to how he treats you, you��ll see that this man is genuine.” 

How could you question Carlos when all he did was support you after everything? You knew you were stubborn but a pessimistic part of you was weary about his feelings.

After coming back from the gym, he helped you make dinner and now the two of you were on the couch as you watched tv. He was sitting while you laid down with your head on his lap. Your tank top rode up exposing the bruises that have begun to fade on your abdomen. You didn’t notice until you felt Carlos gently running his fingers over the purple skin.

“They don’t hurt anymore”

“That’s good to hear,” said Carlos. “Does it still hurt to breathe?”

You took a deep breath to test it out. “Only a little bit. It’s a big improvement from a couple of days ago.” 

Carlos nodded as he remembered your labored breathing. There were times at night when he would wake up terrified that you stopped breathing only to be reassured by your ragged breaths next to him. From that night on, he would rest his hand on the space between your stomach and rib cage, just so he could feel the expansion and contraction. 

“I think I’m healing at a great pace, the Grand Prix isn’t for another 2 weeks and that’s enough time for me to heal and race in Spain,” you continued. “I know I had a hard time today but if I steadily push myself while getting enough rest, I should be good to go.”

Carlos shifts uneasily and you reach up to cup the side of his face. 

“I promise I won’t push too hard but you have to remember I still don’t have a guaranteed seat for next year and my career is on the line. I will do whatever is necessary to race in Barcelona. It’s going to hurt like hell for me but if my doctor says I’m fit to race, nothing is stopping me from driving my car.”

He was terrified of the idea of you racing again. He wanted you to skip the Spanish GP so you could properly heal but he had to remember that you were also a Formula One driver. That passion and determination he had for the sport were exactly what you felt. Carlos had to learn to be comfortable with the fact that someone he loved was on the track with him.

The rest of the week was busy with you gradually building your strength and getting the rest you needed. Carlos had to fly back to Italy for some testing and the man acted like you were going to fall into a coma if you didn’t have company in the apartment. He made Charles and Lando promise to visit you even though they were already coming by the apartment every day. He was being ridiculous but you thought it was endearing so you added it to your mental list of “signs that Carlos loves me”.

You got the all-clear from your doctor to race in the next Grand Prix but you were warned it would hurt as you brake and go through corners. You acknowledged the warning and knew it wasn’t going to be easy getting back in the car but you were so determined. Ever since the accident happened, you purposefully stayed off social media and only made appearances whenever Carlos, Lando, and Charles would do little updates about you on their Instagrams. Since your crash was still fairly new and nothing else crazy happened, the motorsport world was oversaturated with articles and videos about your crash. In the words of Guenther Steiner, you wanted to make a “fucking Viking come back”. You undoubtedly had supporters and die-hard fans but not as many as the other guys. It was instrumental that your next few races had good results to gain the respect of everybody. 

*******

After a couple of days on the simulator at the Aston Martin HQ, you made your way over to Madrid. It was officially race week but Carlos’s parents insisted that you visit them before going to Barcelona on Thursday to start the race weekend. You were waiting at the baggage carousel and it was eight at night so the airport was slower than usual. The people on your flight were too tired to notice or had no idea you were an F1 driver, you thought you weren’t going to be recognized until 2 young girls sheepishly went up to you and asked if it was okay to take a picture. You gladly obliged and gave them hugs after the youngest told you, you were her hero and because of you, she wanted to be a driver. You couldn't stop smiling, moments like this made it worth it to be a woman in motorsport.

You made your way outside and scanned the line of cars looking for Carlos’s Alfa Romeo SUV. You were surprised when you saw Carlos Senior and Reyes get out of a car and wave at you to get your attention. Your smile faltered when you realized Carlos wasn’t with them but you immediately snapped out of it, you were not going to be all upset and overthink everything in front of his parents. Reyes gets to you first and engulfs you in a warm hug that feels so comforting while Carlos Sr. holds you tight and gives you a few slaps on the back just to show how excited he was that you arrived. Although you appreciated his enthusiasm, he did manage to jostle your sensitive lungs which led you to a coughing fit as they helped you put their luggage in the back. Reyes shoots her husband a glare while he profusely apologized. You just laugh and brush it off as you explained to them that your lungs will be sensitive for a while and that he didn’t hurt you.

As Carlos Sr. started to drive off, you asked them where their son was.

“He got so busy running errands, he wasn’t going to make it on time to pick you up so he asked us instead,” replied Reyes.

“Oh, okay,” you said. “Do you know when he’ll get back? He hasn’t texted me.”

Reyes shrugs, as she checks her phone. “I’m sure he’ll be back home when we get there.”

You only nodded as you couldn’t help the overthinking that was happening in your head. Why would he not text you? You were thankful that his parents picked you up but it bothered you that he didn’t even text back when you sent him a message that you arrived and were with his parents. That feeling of anxiety started gnawing through your stomach. Maybe when he went back to Italy he realized that he didn’t love you or worst of all, he realized he didn’t love you and cheated on you to get rid of that overwhelming sense of entrapment. You knew you were overthinking but that didn’t stop that horrible heavy feeling in your chest. When Carlos went back to Italy, messages and phone calls were scarce but it didn’t bother you because you knew he was working. Looking back at what happened only made you more nervous. 

To distract yourself, you start telling his parents about your medical updates and that you weren’t 100% yourself but strong enough to get cleared to race. Reyes started to get teary-eyed as she recounted the day of the accident, you already knew the story of Reyes wanting to buy a ticket to Miami but Carlos Sr. starts telling you the details of how inconsolable she was until she found out you were okay. You take Reyes’s hand and squeeze it, you knew Reyes was fond of you but to see how affected she was just by retelling the story made you believe it. You just hoped her son hadn’t changed his feelings.

You arrived in their beautiful home and there was no sign of Carlos but you got quickly distracted by a warm welcome from his sisters. Blanca carried your luggage as she led you to Carlos’s room to freshen up before dinner. You shoot another text to Carlos and he finally responds with a simple “see you soon”. You respond with a thumbs-up emoji before putting down your phone to change out of your sweaty travel clothes. You made sure to wear something that covered your chest and shoulders, the bruises there were still visible and you wanted to spare the Sainzs of the image of your yellow and slightly purple skin. 

After making sure you were presentable, you heard the front door opening and there was excited chatter. Knowing this was probably Carlos, you made your way to the foyer. Anxiety bubbled in your stomach as you went down the stairs, what if Carlos started acting differently to you? Once you stepped into the foyer, Carlos whipped around to see you. Grinning, he passes you an enormous bouquet of peonies and holds up a few bags.

“I got you a cake! It’s to celebrate your recovery!” said Carlos before he promptly put down the bags and used that hand to grasp your waist and kissed you deeply. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t pick you up from the airport.”

You felt your face burn as a crimson blush appeared on your cheeks. Your response wasn’t because he kissed you like that in front of his family, it was because you were embarrassed. Embarrassed because the entire ride to the Sainz’s house you were sitting there questioning Carlos and your relationship and here he was gifting you flowers and other goods.

You blinked up at him. “It’s okay,” you stammered. “I’m just happy you’re here.” 

You and Carlos get whisked away to the dining room to reveal a beautiful table setting. You gushed at how lovely the room was and how delicious the food looked. The rest of dinner was the most fun you’ve had in a while since the past two weeks were filled with rest, doctor’s visits, and workouts with Anna. It would’ve been perfect but you kept thinking back to how insecure you were feeling and how ridiculous you were. You tried your best to ignore it, as Carlos helped you cut the cake and pass the slices to everyone. After a few more glasses of wine and more pastries, Carlos could see that you were tired and called it a night for the both of you. You offered to help wash up and clear the table but his sisters brushed you off and told you that wasn’t necessary.

When you get to Carlos’s room, he immediately pulls you into a hug and nestles his head on your neck. 

“Hey, I’m sorry I wasn’t the one to pick you up. I was in a meeting with one of my sponsors and it ran late, I still had to pick up your cake and a bunch of other things I ordered for you.”

You ruffled his hair. “It’s okay, I was a little shocked when I saw your parents but it was nice to spend time with them.”

Reaching for one of the shopping bags he came home with, he pulls out a box and hands it to you. You arch your brow as you take it, this was the first gift he's given you since you started dating. After carefully lifting the material out of the box, you gasped. It was a beautiful emerald green cocktail dress.

“I saw it in the window on my way to the meeting. I knew you would look beautiful in it and I thought you would like to wear it when we celebrate your next podium.” 

Carefully placing the dress back in its box, you reached up to wrap your arms around his neck. Your “thank you” was muffled as you pressed your face against his neck. You couldn’t bare to look at him with his smile and twinkling eyes as he awaited your reaction to the dress. Overcome with emotions that you’ve been holding back for weeks, you started crying. Immediately sensing a change in your mood, Carlos untangles your arms from him and holds your shoulders as he frantically looks you up and down. 

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” 

By then a steady stream of tears was going down your face. You covered your face embarrassed that you broke down in front of him. 

“Y/n! What is it? Is it the dress? I can return it if you don’t like it.”

You shook your head. “No, it’s not the dress or the contusion.” 

Carlos looked bewildered as he watched you in confusion. Taking a deep breath, you took a seat on the bed.

“Do you love me or do you think you love me because you feel guilty?”

Carlos looked at you incredulously, he couldn’t believe what he had just heard. At first, he thought you were joking but when he saw you looking up at him with tears in your eyes and a pout on your lips, he realized you were serious. Carlos sat on the bed and tried to pull you as close as he could. 

“You don’t think I love you? Am I not doing enough for you? I can do better.” said Carlos earnestly.

The terrified look in his eyes made you cry harder as a wave of shame and embarrassment washed over you. “You are doing enough!” you whispered well aware that his family might hear you if you spoke too loud. “I feel so stupid saying this out loud but sometimes I feel like all the nice things you’ve done for me are only because you feel bad for me.”

The room was dead silent as he processed what you said and Carlos shook his head. “I-” he stammered before he took a deep breath and looked you in the eye. “Honestly, I will always feel guilty about what I said to you and I don’t know if I will ever get over that feeling. I am so sorry for everything that I’ve done because it is making you doubt what I feel for you.”

Carlos pauses to wipe away a stray tear that fell from his own eyes.  

“I stayed and took care of you because I love you, not because I felt bad for hurting you. Your accident only made me realize that I cannot live without you. Did you know I would wake up terrified every night that you stopped breathing?”

You shook your head, you had no idea. You were so focused on your recovery that you forgot how traumatic the accident was to the people that cared about you. 

“Carlos, I’m sorry I doubted you. I’ve seen how much you cared for me these past few weeks and when you left for Italy, we didn’t talk much and I began to think that you got sick of me. I’ve been so insecure but now I know the truth, I can finally let my doubts go,” you said apologetically.

He lets out a small laugh in disbelief, “You shouldn’t apologize for something that’s not your fault. I don’t blame you for doubting me… especially after all the stupid things I’ve said.”

Without missing a beat, you replied with a simple “yup” to agree that his stupidity was what started the fight. He made a face that made you giggle and just like that, the sadness and tension in the room dissipated. 

“Sorry for the lack of communication in Italy, I was afraid you were sick of seeing me every day so I thought I would lay low and get updates from Lando and Charles.”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes at Carlos. There were times when you were annoyed that he didn’t let you do anything but you genuinely enjoyed living with Carlos. It was like a glimpse into your future and to your delight, the two of you lived harmoniously with each other. That night you and Carlos slept peacefully in each other's arms knowing that your insecurities were put to rest and that for now, your relationship was okay.

The next few days in Madrid were blissful and filled with love and support from his family. Anna wanted you to do long-distance runs to prep your lungs before the race weekend. Carlo and his family would join you and it even gained attention on social media where people would spot a long train of Sainzes running and you situated in the middle. People joked about them treating you like a fragile doll and you all found it funny because it was true. You would try to help them out in the house but they refused to let you lift a finger. Soon enough, your days of getting pampered came to an end once you arrived at the circuit. It was time to work hard, it’s going to hurt like hell but you know you’ll get through it.

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The rumble of the cars, the smell of gasoline, and the sound of drills echoing in the distance used to be comforting sounds but now you’re not so sure anymore. Feeling anxious, you walked aimlessly around the garage as the mechanics were doing some last-minute check-ups. You shake your hands out and do a couple of bounces on your toes to release the energy but nothing helps. Your race engineer pulls you to the side and looks at you concerned.

“Are you okay? We can get a junior driver to test for FP1.”

You shake your head. “No, I’ll be fine. It’s just nerves and once I get in the car I’ll be good.”

He squints at you and you muster a smile. 

“Just give me some time and I’ll be ready,” you say as you point to an empty corner in the garage.

Ben looks at his watch and the screens. “You have two minutes and then it’s gone time.”

Putting on your headphones, you walk over to the corner and hope the cameras don’t find you. You just wanted a few minutes of listening to your music and clearing your mind of any doubts you were having. You wanted to be sure you were 100% confident before you could even sit in the cockpit. Closing your eyes, you go through the track one more time, imagining perfect corners and fast straights. You hope you have an amazing comeback, you don’t have time to falter and lose more points in the championship

Fidgeting in your seat, you check to make sure your seat belts were fastened and that you were fitted snugly. Just to be sure, you had one of the mechanics do a double-check. You roll out of the garage, bumble down the pitlane and once you hit the exit line, you ease on the gas pedal until you can't push down anymore. You grit your teeth as you fly through the corners, the pressure is extremely painful but you fight through it. The team radios in asking how you were doing but they keep it to a minimum knowing you only wanted stats from the car. You were so focused that it took a second encounter with Carlos for you to notice that he was waving at you, you give him a little salute and Carlos zooms away happy to see you driving well. It turns out all the drivers have been waving to you every time your cars get close. The little distractions help with the pain but by the end of practice 1, you’re in tears with the pain in your chest but you’re proud of the work you’ve done. As you make your way to the pitlane, they inform you that you were the fastest and your team cheers at the accomplishment. 

Slowly getting out of the car, you are met with Anna who immediately tells you to hold your hand over your head and breathe deeply so your lungs could expand properly. The team celebrates and you continue the hard work for FP2 and FP3 the next day. You qualify for P8 and you’re excited about that, if everything goes right you’ll go for the top 5. The love and support you’ve received from fans and everyone in the paddock warmed your heart. When Carlos said he would never leave your side, you didn’t think he would take it so literally. Every chance that he had, he would make sure he was there, it came to the point where you had to reassure him that you were okay and he didn’t need to stick to you like glue. The number of posters with your name on them and people wearing Aston Martin green made you so happy, you couldn’t stop waving at everyone. The close encounter with a serious injury made you appreciate every little thing and you were so thankful for the people that supported you through the “scandal” and the accident.

The buzz before the race was always exciting and it helped ease your worries about going into a race. After the traditional pinky swear with Carlos, you hopped into the car and they helped strap you in tightly. You adjust your helmet and drinking straw, close your eyes, and envision multiple overtakes. As you wait for the green lights, you grin. 

“Okay, I’m ready to rock ‘n’ roll. Let’s go for it, ladies and gents!”

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[ricciardosheart]

Everyone shut up I'm in my Toto feels On my knees for this man

[sweetpeapoppy]

For the lovely @sorryaboutthelean who requested some pathetic wet dog Mark, and trans Fernando

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To accept a challenge from Fernando is one thing, to accept it and think you are going to win it, is quite another. All of Mark's weaknesses come contained in the shape of Spanish man who knows exactly how to get what he wants.

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“So you don’t want me to touch myself?”

“Mm hm, I want to see if you can do it.”

“Well I know I can’t, so how about we just don’t go down this road?”

“Mark.”

“Don’t use that voice on me, you’ve created a massive weak spot with it.”

[f1fanficrecs]

10/3/22-12/3/22: F1 Tag Updates (Both Drivers and Pairings)

Okay hi! I apologize for dropping off and just stopping this. I'm going to try and update more frequently.

I thought it'd be easiest to just look at two whole months so these are what was gained between 10/3 and 12/3.

5 Most Tagged Pairings in the last two months:

Max Verstappen/Charles Leclerc: +220 new fics

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen: +203 new fics

Pierre Gasly/Charles Leclerc: +168 new fics

Lando Norris/Carlos Sainz: +162 new fics

Carlos Sainz/Charles Leclerc: +75 new fics

Top 10 Pairs: (the number in parentheses is how many fics were added in the two month period)

Daniel Riccardo/Max Verstappen: 2,428

Kimi Raikkonen/Sebastian Vettel: 1,416 (+21)

Max Verstappen/Charles Leclerc: 1,361

Lando Norris/Carlos Sainz: 1,322

Pierre Gasly/Charles Leclerc: 1,260

Lewis Hamilton/Nico Rosberg: 1,033 (+55)

Lewis Hamilton/Sebastian Vettel: 880 (+52)

Charles Leclerc/Sebastian Vettel: 689 (+55)

Alexander Albon/George Russell: 501 (+61)

Niki Lauda/James Hunt: 403 (+2)

10 Most Tagged Drivers in the last two months:

Charles Leclerc: +637 new fics

Max Verstappen: +573 new fics

Daniel Ricciardo: +390 new fics

Lando Norris: +364 new fics

Pierre Gasly: +353 new fics

Carlos Sainz: +319 new fics

Lewis Hamilton: +285 new fics

Sebastian Vettel: +280 new fics

George Russell: +228 new fics

Alex Albon: +138 new fics

10 Drivers with the Most Tags

Max Verstappen: 5,736 fics

Sebastian Vettel: 5,317 fics

Charles Leclerc: 5,188 fics

Daniel Ricciardo: 4,934 fics

Lewis Hamilton: 3,969 fics

Lando Norris: 3,922 fics

Pierre Gasly: 2,978 fics

Carlos Sainz: 2,562 fics

Kimi Raikkonen: 2,413 fics

George Russell: 2,061 fics

I want to note that the Lestappen tag is now the 3rd most tagged F1 pairing on AO3 and Carlos Sainz has moved up to 8th most tagged F1 driver.