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slutforln4 · 5 months

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EMAILS I CAN’T SEND

🖇️ in which your ex-boyfriend is the perfect muse

🖇️ faceclaim: sabrina carpenter

🖇️ not a request, just an idea i've had for a bit

🖇️ oscar piastri x singer!reader

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landonorris we have a race tomorrow

oscarpiastri i’m aware

landonorris you need to sleep

oscarpiastri i can risk a few hours of sleep for her

yourusername 🩷🩷

oscarpiastri pretty girl

gracieabrams

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gracieabrams there’s gotta be some sorta compensation for thirdwheelers

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user1 is that y/n

user2 that’s y/n omg

user3 who’s she with tho….

user4 the f1 girlies know

yourusername i wonder who that is…

gracieabrams only the most disgustingly cute couple i’ve seen

oscarpiastri not a couple

yourusername yeah, we’re strictly business partners

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiasti Race weekend + other things

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user5 other things = y/n

user6 business partners are surely partnering

yourusername you slayed that race tbh

oscarpiastri all thanks to you :)

gracieabrams that's disgusting

danielricciardo i agree

landonorris me too

yourusername stay mad

yourusername

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yourusername sooo is t-posing a necessity to win or is that just an oscar thing?

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landonorris long story short, george russell happened

yourusername ah, that explains it.

oscarpiastri did you have to post that specific image?

yourusername would you rather i post the one where your cheeks are so full you look like a squirrel?

oscarpiastri no ma’am

user7 “ma’am” she’s got him wrapped around her finger good lord

gracieabrams the taylor swift lyrics. you’re so down bad it’s sickening

yourusername it’s just a nice song 😇

yourusername

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yourusername sad girls write sad music

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user8 awe :(

user9 someone zoom in and decipher what that says PLEASE

user10 methinks an album is coming

user11 new heartbreak anthem, can’t wait

danielricciardo is taylor swift finally featured in it

yourusername she didn’t reply to my email (i forgot to send it)

user12 😭

gracieabrams sad girls unite

yourusername i love u more than he ever could’ve <3

gracieabrams shade but true (love you too)

yourusername

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yourusername same time here next weekend?

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user13 paris was blessed with her presence

gracieabrams girl wyd in paris

yourusername hunting for french boys ❤️

gracieabrams find one for me ty

user14 next weekend is french gp GUYSSSS

user15 is she hinting at smth…

user16 i hope not, because she deserves better

charles_leclerc can’t wait to see you on the paddock!

yourusername and at your house, obviously

charles_leclerc silly me, how could i forget

used17 ??? WHAT

user18 girlie is moving on fast huh

user19 no bc this is insane

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri Tiny victories :)

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user20 oh! okay!

user21 why’s he smiling as if he didn’t cheat on his girl… uhm

landonorris tiny victories + huge losses

oscarpiastri you win some, you lose some

landonorris and you lost, big time

user22 uh. What

user23 HELLO???????///

user24 idk if this is y/n or lando’s homie hopper era, but i support it

gracieabrams boo no one cheered

oscarpiastri yawns

user25 gracie babes…

user26 taking her bestie’s man right in front of her 💀

user27 y/n’s bestie isn’t gracie but! good riddance!

yourusername

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yourusername what it was and what it wasn’t

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user28 is this her official statement of them breaking up?

yourusername yes

user29 mother confirmed they were never together 💔

user30 brb crying

user31 love isn’t and never was real

oscarpiastri and what was it?

yourusername you giving too much and then getting scared

user32 OH???

user33 are they about to settle their argument in an instagram comment section…

user34 mmm no… this is sus. y/n wouldn’t do that in her own insta comment section

user35 no fr like she’s not as immature as other celebs to just handle her private love life in public 💀

user35 but then again, what do we know about her to assume this? cause she did it even when we assumed she wouldn’t

gracieabrams something is brewing

yourusername something’s cooking mhm mhm

gracieabrams someone lock this girl in the kitchen, she’s cookin up bangers

gracieabrams

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gracieabrams so incredibly proud of my girl y/n 🩷 second slide is probably one of her best moments as a songwriter. who could’ve thought he used a fork? or that forks are everywhere? genius stuff, i tell you. no but honestly, she’s worked so hard for so long and “email’s i can’t send” is finally out. everyone go listen or else third slide y/n will stab you with a fork.

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user36 the subtle bullying 😭 i love them

user37 the best friendships are like this

yourusername you’re such a loser ily 🤍

yourusername thank you for the help with the fork lyrics! It was all gracie’s idea guys, don’t listen to what she has to say

gracieabrams i knew you’d somehow put the blame on me

yourusername

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yourusername “emails i can’t send” is out and i couldn’t be happier. not only because it’s released, but also because i can finally stop getting oscar into trouble haha 🤍 i’m just a girl in the world, sorry os. this lovely boy continued supporting me even when i suggested such a crazy idea, so that just proves he’s the right one for me (seriously, who would cook pasta for a girl that asked if they could fake a breakup?) last slide is oscar’s actual reaction to seeing me be silly on the gram. listen to my new album and stay delusional, my loves. 💌

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oscarpiastri i can’t even be mad about the last slide cause it’s true…

oscarpiastri i love you princess, couldn’t imagine my life without you.

yourusername os :( i love you so bad

user38 wait huh

user39 IT WASNT REAL????

user40 LOVE DOES EXIST GUYS AND ITS THEM ❤️

gracieabrams my bestfriend is batshit crazy, and i’m all here for it

yourusername love you always

user41 so all of that… was all a marketing strategy…

user41 honestly, y/n is a mastermind

landonorris finally, oscar will stop asking me if you were serious about the breakup or not

danielricciardo the grid shall know peace once more

charles_leclerc i can’t deny that it was kind of funny seeing oscar walk around the paddock with his tail between his legs

oscarpiastri okay guys haha the bit’s over, shut up

landonorris @/yourusername break up with him again, he’s being mean

oscarpiastri no please don’t

user42 i’m crying 😭 why’s this kinda funny

user43 y/n messing with oscar’s reputation is funny to you? She could’ve fucked up his career lmao

oscarpiastri she didn’t mess with anything, i agreed to joke around and fake a breakup. I asked my pr team and they thought it was as funny as we did, so we did it. and it ended up putting my girl on the top of the charts, so :) stay mad, i guess liked by yourusername

user44 HE SAID STAY MAD IM YELLING

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc thank you so much to my *friend* y/n for letting me feature on her new album. and to oscar, thank you for not murdering me when the dating rumours happened. wishing you two all the best.

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user45 aw wait this is so sweet :(

user46 y/n is besties with all of the grid this is adorable

user47 him having to clarify that they’re friends HAHAHA

yourusername love u charlie <3 was lovely working with you. (all the piano bits you hear in the album are charlie’s work, round of applause everyone)

user48 clapping so loud

oscarpiastri cheers mate, thanks for keeping her busy and me sane

yourusername such a liar, you were at home weeping for me to stay

oscarpiastri no i wasn’t (yes i was)

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri So proud of this crazy girl, for more than just her new album’s release. She’s been so strong and so hard-working, and so loving. Peep the second slide to see her crying selfie that she sent to me immediately after commenting “yes” and confirming our pretend break-up. The third slide is of my girl and her best friend, because they’ve kept me on my toes for the past two months. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you to the moon and to saturn, y/n.

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user49 i love my virtual parents 🫶

user50 love is real and they’re proving that everyday

user51 HE QUOTED TAYLOR SWIFT TO HER IM SOBBING ON THR FLOOR

yourusername me too bff, i love this boy so much

landonorris is gracie single

yourusername no

gracieabrams yes i am?

yourusername you don’t want lando, trust me

landonorris okay what the fuck

yourusername i’m breaking up with you for reals this time

oscarpiastri what the fuck :(

yourusername was the crying selfie really necessary 💔

oscarpiastri you look cute

yourusername don’t even.

yourusername i love you so much, thank you for being my muse

oscarpiastri i hope i’m your muse for happy love songs too? (pls say yes)

yourusername next album is called “oscar is the love of my life”, so i’d say yes

oscarpiastri fuck yes

🖇️ just a silly little story. hope you enjoyed <3

#formula one fanart #formula one #formula 1 #f1 #formula one imagine #formula one fanfic #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #formula one smau #oscar piastri smau

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pierregazly · 9 months

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ambivalence ꨄ george russell

george russell x fem!gasly!motogp!reader

warnings: mentions of george's crash/dnf from singapore, sad!george, poorly translated french. [wc: 1.5k words]

in which george doesn't know how to feel; he's devastated about his own finish... or lack thereof, but the love of his life just finished P2 in her own race and he can't help the joy from taking over.

mercedesamgf1

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mercedesamgf1 he fought SO hard out there. 💪 a heroic effort by george. unlucky to miss out on a well-deserved podium, right at the very end.

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username absolutely gutted for george... but yall really couldn't show up to the podium for your other driver cuz of this??? slimy lol

username it wrecked my heart watching the last 5 mins of that race honest to god (lets celebrate no rbr in the top 3 tho !!!)

username guy signs his contract and starts this shit? sounds like a bit of a mistake huh

username george :((((

yngasly 💗💗

liked by mercedesamgf1 username congrats on ur p2 finish yngasly!!! you deserved it so much

username id sooo have such an ick if i were yngasly rn and my bf and brother both sucked at their jobs today while you kicked ass.... embarizzzing

yngasly

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yngasly what an incredible weekend, and an even better race! so proud of the whole team, and honoured to be taking home the p2 trophy this weekend. ciao italy 🇮🇹

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pierregasly nous savons tous qui est le gasly le plus talentueux 💪 (we all know who the most talented gasly is)

pierregasly proud of you! 🤍

username that's our fav motogp girl, kicking ass as always yngasly!!!

username god im so obsessed with her

username she was SO close to that p1 position i was screaaaaaming at my computer omf

georgerussell63 proud of you lovely 💗

georgerussell63 can't wait to celebrate with you when i get to see you angel

username i would die for the relationship georgerussell63 and yngasly have... it's so pure love

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georgerussell63 thank you, love. sorry we both can't be celebrating today. yngasly oh georgie...

The plane left the tarmac almost 7 hours ago, just a few short hours left until it landed in Singapore. The plane’s shifty Wi-Fi allowing you to watch the current race going on in the Singapore streets, your boyfriend maintaining a good speed, and a good position throughout most of the race.

Your stomach dropped immediately when the commentator’s voices picked up, George’s name dropping from their lips as the cameramen panned to his car.

The inner turmoil started the moment you watched the replay of the Mercedes hit the wall during the final lap. You, alongside every other person watching the race, were not expecting such a dramatic end to an even more dramatic race.

It had been an incredible day before this, your own P2 finish still pushing high levels of joy through your body. It had been an exhilarating race, after qualifying in P6 just the day before, you were able to jump up 4 positions, holding everyone off behind you as you maintained your speed and composure to finish the race in your highest finish this season.

You were almost immediately carted off to the airport once all your media responsibilities were completed. You had booked a flight to Singapore that would get you there just a few hours after George’s own race was over, allowing you to surprise him after weeks of being apart.

What you didn’t expect was the internal dread that was currently encompassing your body, unsure of how George would react when you arrived at his hotel door after how his race just ended. He would be happy to see you, regardless, but would he be upset at you for coming after the end of your own successful race? Would he want to be alone? Would you end up having to spend the night in Pierre’s room, leaving George to wallow in his own self-pity?

It was all you could think of as the map showed the flight radar on the screen in front of you, the estimated time of arrival dwindling down the closer you got.

You had texted George the moment you saw his crash.

Are you okay???

That looked bad

I saw the video of you walking away, you looked like you were in pain… I’m so sorry mon amour :(

You drove an amazing race… I’m so proud of you

If you want to talk you know you can call me, I love you :(

He had let you know he was a little sore and would probably be back to the hotel late so he likely wouldn’t be calling you tonight. It’s what prompted you to call Pierre the moment you were off the plane, the phone ringing a few times before he picked up.

“Incredible race! I watched a bit of it before we had to get in our cars, you kicked ass. Jumped up 4 places and everything, let’s goooo,” he trailed off the end with a small ‘woot’ of celebration, his gigantic smile prevalent even through the phone.

“Thanks Pear, but I wasn’t calling about the race. My flight just got into Singapore; do you think someone from your team could come pick me up? Or like anyone? George doesn’t know I’m here… it was supposed to be a nice surprise.”

The sigh was loud through the phone, Pierre agreeing to have someone from Alpine come to the airport.

“You should know… George is devastated. Charles says he was crying his eyes out when he saw him walk by, said it looked like he was super distraught. I don’t know how happy or excited he is going to be about your race today.”

The tears sprouted to your eyes immediately, you had already seen on social media that George may have been seen crying, but to hear it directly from someone who had seen him… the sadness wreaked through your body.

“I don’t care about my own race, right now. I’m happy enough for myself, he needs someone to be there for him.”

It didn’t take long for someone from Alpine to pick you up and drop you off at the hotel. You had bothered one of the men from George’s PR team earlier in the day to text you what room number and hotel he was staying at, promising him it was all for a surprise that wouldn’t cause any issues for George or the team.

Your knuckles rapped against the door in front of you, sounds from inside the room halting the noise encompassed the air. You couldn’t tell if he was coming to the door or not, no noise now coming from the room. Just as you were about to knock again, the door swung open to reveal your boyfriend.

His red-rimmed and puffy eyes were the first thing you noticed, a clear indicator that he had been crying. The small smile that grew on his face was real, a tiny bit of happiness shining in his eyes as he took in who was in front of him.

“Oh, Georgie…”

You dropped your bag to the floor, pushing your body into his. His arms wrapped around your frame, his head pressing into the junction where your neck and shoulder met, your own arms wrapping around his taller frame. You played with the hair at the nape of his neck, holding him as tight as you could, allowing him to push any emotions he was currently feeling into the hug.

“What are you doing here?” He murmured into your ear, his arms tightening around your body as if he was trying to fuse the both of you together.

Shrugging in his arms, you continued to hold his frame tightly in your own. “Thought it would be a nice surprise, was going to fly with you to Japan after and spend some time with you. Haven’t seen you in a while, I guess.”

George pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head before pulling away, a sad smile falling on his lips. “You drove an incredible race today, my love. I’m so proud of you.”

You couldn’t help the pull at your heartstrings as he praised you for your own race, even after the devastating end to his own. It was obvious he was trying to keep the sadness at bay, to not ruin your own accomplishments.

“Thank you, mon amour. I don’t want to talk about my race, though.”

George grabbed your bag as he gestured for you to walk into the room, allowing the hotel door to slam behind you as he placed the luggage next to his own. “I don’t really want to talk about my own race, either. I’d much rather talk about yours.”

He pulled you onto the king-sized bed, immediately wrapping his body around your own as you snuggled into his chest. You could feel his heartbeat against your ear, his fingers rubbing soothing circles on the indent of your spine through your shirt.

“I feel like such an idiot. I’m not a rookie, I shouldn’t be making those kinds of mistakes, I lost complete control of my car at the worst possible time and cost myself one of the best finishes this season. It’s not fair,” he choked the words out, his nose pressing into your hair as he took a deep breath, trying to keep the inevitable tears at bay.

“Georgie… it happens, mistakes happen. It sucks, don’t get me wrong, but we all make mistakes. Do you know how many fuckups I’ve had this season? Don’t get me started on how many Pierre’s had, it doesn’t make you rookie-caliber to mess up one race. You’ll come back stronger from this; I swear.”

You could feel the small shrug of his shoulders as he pulled your body closer to his own, a light press of his lips to the crown of your head the only indication that he heard you.

“I can’t believe you got P2. I was trying to watch it while we were getting ready, someone said you jumped up 4 places huh?”

You nodded your head, a bashful smile pulling onto your lips, “It wasn’t that impressive, I’ve done it before.”

George nudged your side, prompting you to look up at him, a small smile edging onto the Brit’s lips, “That was your highest finish of the season though, darling. I’d say that’s pretty impressive, no?”

“I don’t want to overshadow how you’re feeling to be happy about my own race, mon amour. That’s not fair to you.”

Nudging you again, you felt his fingers dig into your ribs lightly, an indication he was telling you to stop talking. “You’re not overshadowing how I feel, I’m devastated, and I’m pissed at myself for how my race finished. It doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to be happy for you, to feel some type of joy over the fact my best friend just finished P2.”

Leaning up, you pressed your lips to his gently, a ‘thank you’ imbedded in the way your lips moulded together. George pulled you closer, pulling back to rest his head against your own once again.

“At least my crash damage numbers aren’t as high as your brothers. Did you see he finally hit the millions a few days ago? Knew he’d beat me there.”

“Oh my god, George. Not everything has to be a competition between you and my brother.”

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yngasly love you forever and ever mon amour 🫶🏻

i've had a few requests for motogp!reader x george, so i hope this meets your expectations 🫶🏻 i literally know nothing about motogp so i'm so sorry, i tried to make it broad so it didn't seem like im dumb lol love yall!!!

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works-of-fanfiction · 1 year

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Just a Lousy Racing Driver || Pierre Gasly x Reader

Summary: Pierre shows the reader just how little he cares about her mother’s opinions of him.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: 18+ unprotected sex, swearing, some badly translated French.

a/n: I have been writing this for weeks on and off because I’ve been strangely busy! Pierre is sort of an entitled rich boy in this, but we can forgive him. I’m not the best at writing smut but I hope you enjoy this regardless.

“My Mum hates you.”

“Good.” Pierre smirked, his hand wandering from your waist to your neck. Your back arched against the wall as you revelled beneath his touch, feeling his warm fingers lightly grip at your skin. He could feel your quickening pulse under his thumb which only encouraged him further. “What else did she say?”

His grip tightened on your neck as his spare hand pushed your hip harder against the wall. You gasped, his fingertips skimming your ear. “What did she say?” He repeated, running his thumb over your bottom lip. Your eyes fluttered closed momentarily as you struggled to gather your thoughts.

“That you’re a lousy racing driver – “

“And?” He leaned into you, pressing a lingering kiss to the skin just below your jaw.

“You don’t deserve the money you make.”

His laughter vibrated against you, making you squirm and clutch tighter onto his shirt. His mouth latched back onto your neck, kissing and sucking to leave a flurry of little red marks.

“The money I use to take care of her daughter?”

You could hear the smile in his voice as he pushed his knee between yours to separate your legs. You resisted the urge to jump up and wrap them around him, as you chose to savour every second he spent pressed against you, his hands and mouth exploring your body.

If any other man said that to you, you’d probably push him away and give him an earful for being obnoxious, but the terms were different with Pierre. Since your very first date, he’d completely spoiled you, showering you with gifts and surprising you with romantic gestures. He always made sure you had exactly what you wanted, as well as needed, and never let his girl miss out on anything. You weren’t exactly materialistic, but he insisted on pampering you and treating you to anything you desired, so how could you refuse?

Pierre’s pursuit of you wasn’t an easy one. He tried for months to get you to agree to a date, but you were stubborn to say the least. You’d heard of his reputation, and you had to be sure you’d be more than just another escapade before you finally said yes. He tried to charm you with the idea of lavish dates and expensive vacations, but you assured him you couldn’t be bought. You played hard to get which drove him crazy and only made him want you ten times more.

The truth is, Pierre was trouble; trouble you weren’t sure you could handle at first. You had the type of friends and family who’d always guessed your type from a mile away, but Pierre didn’t fit into the norm. He was a cheeky, charismatic F1 driver whose face was all over the media every other weekend. He was the kind of guy who only taught you the bad words in his language, so he could whisper them in your ear before each race and leave your mind reeling for Lord knows how many laps. As your mother had put it, he was bad news.

Pierre’s jeans rubbed against your thigh, the friction burning your skin and making your knees feel as if they could cave in. He released his grip on your neck, only to bury that hand in your hair and tug at the roots. “I suppose, for the sake of your reputation with your family, we shouldn’t be together.” He purred against your cheek, his stubble scratching you and hot breath fanning your ear.

“Perhaps we shouldn’t.” You spoke, finding the confidence to bring your hand up to his hair, pulling his head back so he’d face you. “But, how could you possibly risk losing me?” You leaned forward, ghosting your lips over his. He tried to steal a kiss but you moved back too fast, smiling at him.

“You are such a fucking tease.” Pierre groaned, enjoying the feeling of your fingernails against his scalp. He’d grown accustomed to having your hands in his hair, whether it was during cosy nights on the couch in front of the fire, or humid nights in hotels around the world with his face buried between your thighs. You certainly couldn’t deny your love of the latter.

Pierre overpowered you once again, grabbing the hand from his hair and pinning it above your head. He held it there with his left hand, gripping your wrist and pressing it against the wall. You wriggled beneath him, mostly on purpose to see how he’d react. You liked it when he was rough with you, restraining you and touching you wherever he pleased. Every piece of you belonged to him and you loved being able to satisfy his every need. He responded just how you liked, gripping harder and pushing himself as close to you as possible. You smiled, earning a knowing look from the Frenchman. “What do you want?” He asked, his free hand cupping your cheek softly, a stark contrast to his fingertips digging into your wrist above your head.

“J'ai envie de toi.” I want you. You whispered as he lifted your chin with his thumb, his gaze meeting yours.

“Hm? You have to speak louder, mon amour.”

Pierre liked to tease and make you beg, and you both loved and hated him for it. All you wanted was to throw yourself forward and kiss him, but his firm grip kept you from moving. Even so much as a twitch made him hold on tighter and raise a brow at you as if to question why you were challenging him. He was often in control, but was always focused on your pleasure before his own. The two of you had once spent an entire morning in bed, Pierre giving you a string of orgasms with his mouth and fingers until you physically couldn’t take it anymore. He’d carried you to the bathtub and washed you afterwards, your body feeling limp and admittedly rather sore. He took care of you like you were the most fragile thing on this Earth, and held you as you drifted back to sleep in his arms, still wrapped in your towel.

“J'ai vraiment envie de toi.” I want you so bad. You spoke up, Pierre’s lips hovering over yours. A smirk spread across his face, as he reached down with both hands to grab your hips.

“That’s better.” He turned you around, pressing you against the wall. Your cheek was cold against the wallpaper, but you barely noticed as Pierre’s hands hiked up your dress, leaving it bunched around your waist. “Shall I take my time with you? Or are you ready for me now?” He slipped his right hand between your thighs, two fingers immediately finding your clit through your underwear. Your body jolted forward and you tried to support yourself with your hands on the wall. Pierre let out a chuckle behind you, his left hand smoothing out your hair. “Do you want me, baby?”

“How many times are you going to make me say it?” You whined, desperate for him to touch you more and not just through your clothes. For a moment he considered teasing you a little longer, but he himself could not deal with the anticipation. Soon his jeans were around his ankles, and he palmed at his hard, aching cock through his boxers, his other hand clumsily tugging at your underwear. You reached down to help, but he grabbed your wrist and pushed your hand away.

“Leave them on.” He demanded, looking down at the thin baby blue lace he’d grown to love. You couldn’t remember exactly why they had become his favourites, but you took immense pleasure in wearing them beneath skirts and giving him a sneak peek in places you shouldn’t. You knew exactly how tonight was going to end when you crossed your legs with exaggeration at dinner, parting them just enough so he could catch a glimpse of the blue he loved so much. Pierre had to resist every urge to clear the table right there and bend you over it. He’d enjoyed the mental image of your body pressed against the wooden tabletop, your hair splayed out and sticking to your cheeks as he pounded into you, making the table legs shake as well as yours. He only wished the hotel room had a table just like it so he could act out his fantasy.

Pierre leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your upper arm. “Leave them on whilst I fuck you.” He whispered, pushing them to the side so he could get a better look at you. Your skin was flushed and slick with arousal, the sight making his cock twitch impatiently. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He said in awe, his middle finger teasing your wet cunt. His touch was needy, but still gentle. Your moans bounced off of the wall, echoing around the room and bringing music to Pierre’s ears. He loved the sound of you, whimpering and moaning for him to touch you, to claim you, to fuck you so hard you saw stars.

Pushing his underwear down, you felt his cock spring free and press against your ass. You whimpered, grinding your hips backwards to get more friction and to give your boyfriend a bit of a show. He looked down, his breath caught in his throat as he watched your hips draw circles against him. He loved that you weren’t shy, and you enjoyed this just as much as he did.

“This is what you want, hm?” He asked, wrapping his hand around his cock and pressing against you harder. You nodded, arching your back forward to encourage him.

“Don’t make me wait any longer.” You purred, reaching behind and ghosting your fingers over his shaft. Pierre’s eyes fluttered closed, the soft touch sending a cold rush throughout his entire body. He did as you asked, grabbing both your hands and pushing them firmly against the wall so he could get you into the perfect position. An excitable giggle escaped you, and he smiled as he dug his fingers into your hips and teased your eager pussy with the head of his cock.

He couldn’t wait a moment longer as he slowly pushed himself inside of you, his size stretching you out and filling you up. Your hands slipped down the wall, but he was quick to reach forward and grab you. Pierre linked his fingers with yours, carefully thrusting into you as you got used to the feeling. You closed your eyes and hummed in pleasure, the two of you making the same sound in unison. “You feel incredible.” He whispered, kissing your hair. You loved the mixture of rough versus gentle Pierre. It was no secret that the man knew how to fuck and have you screaming his name, but he also knew how to caress you, talk you through it, and make sure you were comfortable throughout. His soft kisses and careful words made your heart sing, and you swore you couldn’t love him more if you tried, yet you were proven wrong every day.

He kissed you again, a moan disappearing into your hair as he bottomed out inside of you. You gasped, feeling his hot skin against your ass before he drew back to then push straight back into you again. His hands latched back onto your hips, pulling you onto his cock as his movements grew faster. He looked down to watch, to see you wrapped around him so tightly, leaving his cock wet and glistening. You didn’t even have to see him to know he was enjoying the view, his fingertips digging harder into your skin as he grunted with every buck of his hips.

Pressing your hands firmly against the wall, you drove yourself up to stand straighter, reaching back to wrap your arm around his neck. His mouth immediately connected with the skin behind your ear, gentle kisses contrasting with the passionate, deep thrusts that had your heart racing and sweat pooling between your thighs. You gripped onto the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging lightly to encourage him. “Are you trying to be rough with me, baby?” He teased, his tone mocking yet in the sexiest way. “Because I can be rough if you want me to.”

Pulling away, you turned around to face him. Your faces were both flushed with desire for one another, and Pierre’s white shirt was slick with sweat. You started working on the buttons, your fingers trembling as you were well aware of him gazing down at you. He watched your hands, those dainty manicured fingers undressing him like they had hundreds of times before. He’d never get tired of surrendering to you and your touch, feeling your fingertips brush against his chest as you made your way down button by button. Since the very first time you’d offered to unbutton his shirt, he’d come to prefer it. To him, there was nothing sexier than watching you take your time with him, exposing as much of him as you wanted and studying his body with those pretty eyes of yours. He loved belonging to you, just as much as you loved belonging to him.

Finishing with the last button, you grabbed both sides of the shirt and pulled Pierre closer, standing on your tiptoes to reach his face. “Show me what you can do.” You whispered, earning a groan from your partner as he pulled off his shirt and guided the two of you towards the bed. As you walked backwards, you unzipped your dress and left it on the ground, and Pierre shook off the pants that were still wrapped around his ankles.

The backs of your legs hit the bed frame and you tumbled back, head landing on the mattress. Pierre grabbed your legs, hoisting them onto the bed in front of him, finally slipping the blue lace off of you. The sight of you with your legs spread and gaze fixed upon him drove him crazy, and he found it almost impossible to decide what to do with you first. Climbing onto the bed, he wasted no time plunging inside of you once more, making you gasp and your body twinge at the delicious pain of your pussy stretching around him. You wrapped your legs around him, using your feet to pull him closer and feel more of him. Pierre moaned, gripping your ankles and placing them on his shoulders.

He gave you a look as if to ask for permission and you nodded quickly, linking your ankles behind his head. He rolled his hips forward, his cock hitting you at a deeper angle. You tried to stay focused on his face, but you couldn’t stop yourself from squeezing your eyes shut as his thrusts quickened. Each of your staggered breaths overlapped one another as Pierre leaned down to connect his lips with yours. You opened your mouth for him, his tongue hot and desperate against yours as the sounds of your skin slapping together grew louder. With both hands on either side of your head, Pierre hovered over you, his thrusts slowing but growing more aggressive, the tip of his dick hitting that sweet spot inside of you every time. Your hands roamed his body as well as your own, every slither of skin scorching hot to the touch. He watched as your right hand edged towards the bottom of your stomach, fingertips toying with the idea of exploring further.

Lifting your hand to his mouth, he sucked on your middle and forefinger, running his tongue along the front of them. He released them with a quiet popping sound, and you admired how his saliva moistened your fingers. “Touch yourself, baby.” He coaxed, his hands returning to their former position. You followed his order as he dropped your legs back down to his sides so you could spread them more. You slipped your fingers between your folds, your body twitching at the first touch of your clit. You were sensitive, swollen, desperate for friction. Drawing circles, you moaned loudly as Pierre attempted to match your rhythm.

You threw your head back, eyes gazing at the ceiling as he continued to pound into you, his lower stomach clashing with the back of your hand. “That’s it, Y/N. Keep going.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your knee. You couldn’t find the words to tell him how good it felt, but he already knew. He could tell by the way your cunt clenched around him. It was almost like he could feel your pulse beating against his cock.

“Pierre, I - “ You stammered, forcing your head forward to look at him. He could see it in your eyes, how close you were. Your fingers moved quicker as his thrusts grew shallow, while remaining the same speed.

“Keep those eyes on me. I want to see you when you come.”

You used to feel nervous having Pierre staring down at you as you touched yourself. Something about it made you feel more exposed than anything else, and you’d often close your eyes or look down at your own hand to distract yourself. But that didn’t bother you now. You fixed your gaze on him, rarely blinking as you rubbed your clit quicker, applying more pressure with your fingertips, growing closer and closer. His name exploded from your mouth as you came, legs shaking and toes driving into the sheets below. Once your hand was out of the way, Pierre leaned down, his chest pressing against yours as he kissed every inch of your face and neck. With one hand cupping your face, and the other gripping your hip, he buried himself inside you and groaned as he came, his entire body stiffening then collapsing on top of you.

He pulled out and moved to the side so you could go clean up if you wanted, but you stayed put. A warmth dripped out of you and down your inner thigh, and you smiled at the feeling. Silently, with nothing but the sounds of your breathing in the room, you took Pierre’s hand and pressed it between your legs, letting him feel his own cum spill out of you. He made a sound that confirmed his agreement, that he thought it was just as hot as you did. The two of you laid there as you caught your breath, before turning to face each other. His face was flushed and pupils dilated, and you were pretty sure you probably looked the same.

“Je t’aime. No matter what.” Pierre whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you too. No matter what.”

“Even if your Mum hates me?” He raised his brows, making you giggle.

“Oh especially if my Mum hates you.”

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you are in love - CL

pauses, then says "You're my best friend" and you knew what it was, he is in love

pairing: artist!fem reader x charles leclerc

synopsis: recalling the moment when everyone except you two sees that you were meant to be together

note: i've visioned taylor swift songs as originals by the reader in the writings hence using it for fictional reasons only. Sending no hate and/or shade towards the girls Charles had dated previously/dating currently. All my love and respect for them and their privacy. French phrases and words are from google translate so apologies for any errors found.

a/n: here's a looooonng post that hopefully makes up to all my lack of writing pace. i'm picturing a part 2 for this one but i'll let you guys decide about it. i really appreciate your support and love! thank you for putting up with the slowest writer to exist. hope you'll enjoy this as much as i did. happy reading!

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. . . .

It all started in the year 2006 when you attended your first karting race with your dad. He is your guy who introduced you into the world of motorsport and ever since you heard the sound of fast cars and that smell of burnt tyres and gasoline on the very first day of attending monaco grand prix, you fell in love with the sport. Specially and specifically, that fast red car, Scuderia Ferrari.

You developed a passion to drive so you asked your dad if he would take you along to karting that he goes during weekends with his best friend, Hervé Leclerc. Your dad never thought you would become his best pal and share the same found of interest in the sport, so he was over the moon when you asked him.

After a month, you joined your dad and even practiced kart races with your new friends, Pierre Gasly and Charles Leclerc. As much as you wished to be a racer and race along your kart friends, you were more into music and that was priority for you. So you go to the race events to cheer for your friends as much as possible.

Just as any other day, the three of you went on kart race. And not to mention, the trio were very much competative than intended to which made these races highly intense and interesting.

“You two are going down today” Pierre said, as he wore his gloves. “In your dreams, Gasly!” Charles said, strapping in his suit. You shook your head while picking your helmet, walking towards the two of them. “Well nice chat boys but that podium is mine” You say, wearing your helmet and then ruffled their heads.

And just like you said, the podium was yours. You crossed the line first, following Charles and Pierre. Your dads watching you three and cheered you on. The track team handed you trophies and just like champange on motorsport, you were given carbonated drinks that fuzzed out just the same and the boys sprayed all over on you while you did the same going left and right with your eyes closed.

Jules, Charles’s godfather, came over to us to congratulate, giving you the biggest hug first. “Hello?? nous avons également remporté une victoire aujourd’hui" (we also got a win today) Pierre said, making us all fall in a laughter as we broke the hug.

“Eh bien, le gagnant mérite un long câlin" (Well the winner deserves a long hug) Jules said, running his hand over your head as he leaned in to kiss your head. “I agree with Jules” Charles said, while Jules stood between the boys. Charles looked at you and cheered on.

“Et c’est mon meilleur ami vous les gars !! Le gagnant est mon meilleur ami!" (And that’s my best friend you guys!! The winner is my best friend!)

You felt giddy when he said that out loud, your and his dad alog with Jules witnessing the moment. You and Charles shared the same thought as you two started running towards each other, engulfing in a hug. Smiles and laughs all around you.

“Hey attendez-moi!!" (wait for me) said Gasly as he joined you two in a group hug.

And that’s when you made your best friend for life.

. . . .

You eventually went on your journey to pursue your dreams of being a musician. While working on it, you also decided to study your masters in Literature for fun as you adore reading and writings of the great authors and writers of old times. You got aceepted in New York University for September intake of 2018. The very same year when Charles got his seat in Alfa Romeo Sauber F1 team.

You were thankful that you were there when he received this news and you were so over the moon for him. It wasn’t just his dream but yours too. You still to this day, remember how it was revealed all too well.

“Charles, Y/N is here!” Pascale gave you a hug as she welcomed you in. And he walks down into the room, seeing the two of you have a talk.

“Did you hear anything from the universities you had applied for?” Charles asks, getting you a glass of water as you all stood in the open kitchen. You looked at him with a staright face, and that’s when he slammed both of his on the counter.

“NO WAYYYYY!! vous l’avez n’est-ce pas??” (you got it didn't you?) he exclaimed, jumping with happiness which made you laugh.

“Uhhhuh, New York Univeristy!! Et ce n’est pas moi, tu l’as aussi Charles” (and its just not me, you got it too charles) you say, this time you jumping with excitement and on verge of tears.

“Hold on, est-ce que tu lui as fait demander une demande pour moi aussi maman??” (did you made her apply for an application for me as well maa) Charles asks Pascale, making her laugh and nods her head no. As you shook your head, you call out for Arthur and Lorenzo as you grab your phone and go to Charles to show him.

“Charles Leclerc, vous êtes maintenant pilote de Formule 1 pour Alpha Romeo Sauber" (Charles Leclerc, you're now a Formula 1 driver for Alpha Romeo Sauber) You say, your voice breaking as tears started spilling out of your eyes. Pascale gasped, Lorenzo and Arthur with mouths wide open while Charles stood still, looking and re-reading the post. He chuckled as he had no words to say. He turned towards you, eyes filled with tears as you hugged him.

“Vous l’avez fait. Vous en avez fait le meilleur ami!!" (You made it. You made it best friend!!) You say, swinging side to side as you hold him tight while the two of you cried on each other’s shoulders.

“Non, nous l’avons fait! Parce que je ne pourrais pas le faire sans toi (no, we made it! cause i couldn't done this without you)” He whispered as he brings you much closer than before.

“Je suis tellement fier de toi Charles! Et votre père et Jules aussi!" (i'm so proud of you charles! and so is your dad and jules) You say before you break your hug. You wipe off his tears with your thumb and pat his back. He then walks over to his brothers while you hug Pascale, she congratulates you as well.

They open up a bottle of wine and celebrate together with the whole families around at Leclercs, for all the new beginnings that’s about to embark. And as the leclerec brothers were chatting up about it, Charles zoned out as he looked at you, talking with his mom. He felt so content, safe and grateful that he had you since day 1, through all the ups and downs, through the dark times with his dad and his godfather passing away, the two of you always picked each other up like always.

But this time, he felt something within him that he couldn’t explain. He sees you laughing with his maman, looking simply gorgeous with this glow that he thought how has he never saw this until now. Am i falling for Y/N? Charles thought to himself but his train of thoughts couldn’t run any further as he heard the glass tapping.

“I’d like to make a toast, to my families, Y/L/Ns and Leclercs, for all the support and love you have given me. I couldn’t have made it here without you guys. To papa Leclerc and Jules, me and charles are gonna make you so proud! and last but not least, Charles Leclerc!” You say, hold your glass towards his direction. “Je ne serais pas venu ici sans toi, mon meilleur ami! Voici de nouveaux départs!!” (I wouldn't have made here if it weren't for you, my best friend! Here's to new beginnings!!)

“Hear Hear” everyone erupts, clinking their glasses as you two hold each others gazes, raising your glasses to one another.

There’s a photo session to remember that very night. Many polaroids for everyone. At the end of the day, Charles took one polaroid of the two of you, smiling as he held it in his hand. He went into his room and stood in front of the picture frame he had, one with his dad and other with Jules. He sighed to himself as he continued his trail of thoughts that he had.

“Je ne sais pas si cela arriverait de sitôt ou tard, mais je pense que c’est elle” (I don’t know if this would happen anytime soon or later but i think she's the one) he says to himself.

And on the other side, as soon as you reached home and said your goodnights to your parents, you went in your room. You changed into your pjs and then you found the polaroids sticking out of your coat. You took them out and held in your held, as you sat on your bed. You felt something that you couldn’t explain. Was it giddy or the so called butterfly effect? you thoughts went on and on to the point you started thinking ‘am i falling for him?’.

You stood up quick, twirling around but shook your head to not build in too much hopes.

He’s my best friend, you mumbled.

You went near your desk where you had a picture of you and Jules on the day you won the podium at kart race. You placed the polaroid next to him as you sighed with a smile on your face.

“Jules, si c’est lui, j’attendrai que tu me donnes un signe. Et j’espère que tu m’attendras, mon meilleur ami” (Jules, if he's the one, I'll wait for you to give me a sign. And I hope you'll wait for me too, my best friend)

. . . .

Fast forward to 2020, you were now officially working with a music label as a songwriter. You wanted to work first as writer and when it’s the right time, you’ll become a music artist yourself someday. As you worked on your dreams in London, Charles was chasing down his. He was now officially driving for the red team you two dreamed and grew up as fans, Scuderia Ferrari. Even if you were miles apart, you’d still keep a close eye on your best friend.

When you went to New York for your masters, you two would keep in touch soo often that eventually, it turned from daily calls, to one day a week, then eventually, one day in a month to end up with random texts in months or so. At this point it felt like what you had felt before you left Monte Carlo was nothing but emotional of saying goodbyes. You still held to the last string of hope but only to get shattered when you saw the headlines of him being in a relationship. You were happy for the couple, you really did. And yet through all this only one person knew you actually weren’t.

“Pierre, je vais vraiment bien. Ne vous inquiétez pas à ce sujet” (I'm fine really. Don't worry about it) You said, sipping your coffee as you were invited by him and his girlfriend who also was your classmate from highschool, Kika at the cafe as you were attending the British Grand Prix. “Kika s’il vous plaît aidez-moi ici” (Kika please help me out here) you pleaded to her, squeezing her hand which made her chuckle.

“Y/N i love you but we’re just checking in on you. From what he’s told me, it seems like you two were the ones” Kika expressed, giving you a smile. You pulled your tongue towards the both, making them laugh.

“Well i appreciate you two for caring about me but trust me, there wasn’t even something to begin with and he seems quite happy with her, at least she’s better for him than the previous one duh” You say, stating the obvious. “All i care is as long as he’s happy, i’m happy!” You say, leaning back on your chair.

“In that case, we need to set up a date for you!” Pierre says, looking at you. Kika clapped her hands, nodding her head as she agreed. “We’ll set a blind date for you!” Kika exclaimed with excitement in her tone. “You guys don’t have to-” “Nope, and its a done deal! Now i’ll see you ladies at the end of the practice session” Pierre cut you off as he stood up, hugged me and then Kika as they shared a quick kiss before he runs down to AlphaTauri HQ.

“Soo is it cool to deny the offer of blind date” You say to Kika while interwining your arm with hers. “Oh mon dieu tu vois quelqu’un!?!” (Oh my god you are seeing someone) She said, shock all over her face as you laughed.

“Why didn’t you tell me!”

“Well Pierre didn’t let me!”

“That’s true! Now who’s the guy, parlez-moi de lui” (tell me about him) Kika said as you two exited the cafeteria.

“Well its not like we’re seeing each other exclusively. We just hitted off during one of the writing sessions. His name’s Brad, he’s an artist. We went out for drinks and then i asked if he was interested to tag along on F1 race with me and he said yes. He wanted to come for today but he had practice session at studio so he’ll be joining on race day” You say, smile all over your face. Kika engulfed you in a hug as she twirled around you.

“I’m soo happy and i cannot wait to Brad and tell all embarrasing stories” “Va te faire foutre!” (Fuck off).

Eventually that day you got a call from work soo you had to skip friday and saturday session, which meant you weren’t able to surprise Charles. And on the race day, you came along with Brad. You introduced him to Kika and Pierre as you ran into them while making your way to the F1 paddock. You quickly excused yourself as you wanted to surprise Charles.

As you entered the Ferrari Garage, you came across Andereas, Joris and Lorenzo. You chatted with them for a while and before you knew it, Charles walks out of his room.

“Joris, you left your-” Charles stopped himself from talking as he stood still. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing or at the moment he questioned whether he was hallucinating.

“Est-ce que je vois des choses ou est-ce que c’est vraiment vous??” (am i seeing things or is it actually you) He mumbled, making all fall in pits of laughter as you rolled your eyes.

“Eh bien, belle façon de dire que tu m’as manqué aussi trou du cul” (well, nice way of saying I missed you too asshole) You say as he runs to you and engulfs you in a big hug. And god did you miss these hugs!!

“Bonjour meilleure amie” he whispers with a big smile. “Bonjour meilleur ami” you whisper back with a bigger smile. (hello best friend)

The race had ended and Charles finished P4. Knowing Charles, you knew he’d beat himself up for not getting podium, but he really did a great job in your opinion. Once the post-race events were done, Charles came back to the motorhome to find you squealing out loud.

“C’est mon meilleur ami! Forza Charles Forza Ferrari” (That’s my best friend!) You say as you jump run towards him, tackling in a hug. Everyone in the room chants along, making him feel mood-boosted. You broke the hug and grabbed his face in your palms.

“Je suis si fière de toi Leclerc” You whispered to him, looking straight in his eyes. The two of you get a bit lost in each others eyes until Kika and Brad came by next to you. “Merci Y/N/N” He whispers back to you.

“Hey why don’t we celebrate tonight before you head off to your next destination?” Brad suggests, Kika nodding in and so did you. “That’s would be great! What do you say?” You ask Charles and he simply nodded in while his phone started ringing.

“It’s my girlfriend, i gotta take this” He says, suddenly the atmosphere turned upside down awkard. You quickly spoke out before things went anymore weird. “Oh sure! Tell her we said hey and i’ll text you the venue and timings. See you tonight” You said in a hurry and Charles gave a small smile before he left the premise.

“I guess we better get this party started” Kika said, grabbing you by your shoulder as she saw your expression got changed. You quickly shared a smile and made your way out.

The party was great. You tried to get your mind off and talked with Brad and Kika more instead because Kika and you agreed that you might make things more akward than the afternoon events.

As you were getting drinks with Kika, Brad sat around with Pierre and Charles. Charles was engaging with Brad to get to know him and Pierre was holding back his eye rolls so bad.

“At one point, we envy you alot mate” Brad said to Charles, confusion written all over the face of the monegasquean. “May I ask why?” Pierre said, letting a chuckle out.

"That’s cause you’ve got no idea how much y/n talks about you, Charles. She really goes on and on about you, your friendship and how you're her favourite person and best friend. She really looks up and cares about you mate” Brad said with a smile over his face.

At this point, Charles looks down at his hand before he looked up to see you, standing there while you laughed about something Kika said. At that moment, he felt like it was that moment before you two left. A deep sigh left from his mouth as you caught him, staring at you. You pulled your tongue at him, making him chuckle.

“She’s the best person ever and anyone that has her in their life, they’re the most luckiest ones” Charles says, looking back at his empty glass before looking at Brad.

“I don’t know about you two, but you seems to be gentleman. Do look after her, even if she says she don’t need anyone, that’s when you really need be there” Charles spills out his emotions, making himself think that he had enough drinks. He excused himself for the bathroom.

“Pierre, not trying to intrude personally, but does y/n and Charles realize they’re more than friends at this point?” Brad asks out of curosity.

“I’ve been waiting and pining for these two for years. So to answer you my friend, we all are waiting for that very moment” Pierre said, as the two of them clink their glasses.

. . . .

December 2023. The time of year were everything had changed.

You were back in Monaco during the holidays. You were now officially working as an independent artist as well as songwriter. You had released an EP back in 2021 and it became a massive hit. Now not only you were signed by the leading music label but many great artists want you over for writing sessions. You finally made it!

And just like all times, your best friend became your no.1 supporter. He was soo thrilled when you shared the news with him and he’d always be the first to share any news or interact with fanaccounts of mine. This made you heart swell with love for him. And a bit more love for more than a friend best friend gets.

You pretty well hided yourself with the feelings and just like a teenager, you pinned after him while he was in relationship. When you came back home, you took your time off from social media and wanted to spent time with yourself, and well, avoid charles relationship gloats. And that’s your first unexpected change you definately didn’t saw it coming.

“It’s unfortunate how things turned out Charles though. Didn’t thought he’d do just when season got ended” your maman says, maman Leclerc and Kika nods along. Yours, Leclercs and Gaslys were over at Leclerc’s residance for the holidays and all the ladies were in the kitchen, prepping up for dinner.

“What do you mean?” You say, mixing up the veggies for the salad. They all look up stunned at you, like a deer caught in front of the car.

“Y/N. Charles and his girlfriend mutually called it quits” Kika says, passing you the salad dressing. “Oh noooo! That ain’t good” You say, feeling genuinely sad that they ended.

“Hope that mistletoe will let you two see what we all have been waiting for” Pierre whispers as he came in between me and Kika. You shoved with your elbow sharply to his hip, which made him squeal like a girl.

Dinner was lovely, having everyone together at this time. My père and père Gasly gave toasts along with our moms and after desserts, mama Leclerc suggested for me to sing some songs. Then, i played the songs everyone had requested and then Charles suggested to give me some rest so he brought out the speaker and played some jazz songs. Everyone made a pair and started dancing under the moonlight. While i was busy capturing the pictures, I caught Charles walking in his room through my camera. I set my phone back in my pocket and made my way to his room.

The door to his room wasn’t fully closed when you reached up there. You stood by the door to see him, staring at the picture frames he had held in there.

“Knock knock” You whisper, so that he doesn’t get startled. Charles turns around to see you, his face lights up with a smile and waves you to come in. You walk in the room and stand next to his desk. You haven’t been able to talk as he had only came home today and the past few weeks have kept the both of you busy.

“I’m sorry Charles” You say, playing with the hem of your sweater.

“You heard huh?” Charles said, sigh left his mouth as his back was facing you while he looked towards the pictures.

“Yeah, maman told me” you say.

“It was about time y/n, because quel est le sens si vous n’êtes pas avec quelqu’un avec qui vous voulez être” (what’s the meaning if you’re not with someone you want to be with) Charles says, turning around to see you.

“Vrai. Si votre cœur dit que c’est elle, c’est elle” (True. if you're heart says she's the one, she's the one) You say, smile all over your face.

“I mean, look at our Gasly and Kika! Bénissez-les tous les deux aahh” (Bless them both) You say, keeping your hand over your heart.

Charles looks at you, his chest getting all warm and fuzzy just being around you. If anyone else was in the room, they would definitely say ‘garçon est-il tellement tombé amoureux’ (boy is he soo fallen in love)

“I tell you a secret. This is between me and you. I’ve been writing a song based on them” You say, giggles and happy jumps around while Charles chuckled, shaking his head and gets his head around and get rid of the nerves.

“Je pense que c’est toi, y/n” (I think you’re the one, y/n) Charles blurts out, making you go to still mode.

“Hum hein?” (Uhmm huh?)

“Je pense que je suis tombé amoureux de toi mon meilleur ami” (i think i've fallen for you my best friend) Charles says, walking closer to you as he grabs you hand. He takes you towards the picture frame and points out his finger to the polaroid.

The very same polaroid you kept yours next to the picture with Jules to find him kept his next to Jules as well.

You shook your head as you couldn’t believe this and before Charles could ask you, you grabbed your phone quickly.

“I guess he did send me the sign that i somewhat missed out and i cannot believe i missed it” You mumble, while you found the picture.

“What are you talking about y/n/n?” Charles asks, him totally getting confused. You simply smiled and turned your phone towards him.

“At the day when we took this picture, i didn’t knew what i was feeling so i asked Jules to give me a sign. Et il l’a fait” (And he actually did) You exclaimed, tears welding up your eyes. Charles looked shook and looked up and down between your picture and his before he looked back to you.

“Je suis tombée amoureuse de toi aussi, ma meilleure ami” (I’ve fallen in love with you too, my best friend) You whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Charles mimicked your smile before he pulled you in a kiss. His hand cupped your cheek while yours runs through his hair. Both of you gets lost in the moment, like you’ve been waiting for your whole life. Both of you pull back as you ran out of air.

“Merci de m’avoir attendu” (Thank you for waiting for me) Charles says, resting his forehead on yours.

“Vous valiez vraiment la peine d’attendre, mon amour” (You were definately worth the wait, my love) You say, as you rub the tip of your nose with his.

. . . .

“It was ABOUT time that you two finally got together” Arthur said, Pierre chiming in with ‘THANK YOU!’ while everyone had a laugh about it.

“So let me get this straight, everyone except us knew this” You gasped, placing the glass of wine you all were having. Everyone chanting in yeahs made you and Charles look towards each other.

“To be honest, it was the very same day when you raced with Pierre and Charles” Pascale says, your mom nodding along with her.

“Ahh yes. I clearly remember me and Hervé agreeing with Jules when he said that you two are meant to be together” Your papa chimes in, with a smile on his face with hint of saddness as he misses his best friend and a son figure to our family, Jules.

You walk over to your old man, embracing him in a hug. He hugs you back, patting your back. You pull back, asking him if he’s alright and he nods.

“Here’s to Mr. and Mrs. to be Leclerc” Your dad toasts, raising his glass. Everyone hoots and cheers as dad gave a push, making you stand next to your fiance, the love of your life, your best friend.

He looks towards you and you towards him, pulling in for a kiss. Kika, Pierre and Arthur hoots in the background, making you pull apart and chuckles leaves your lips.

“Now can we hear Y/N’s music, you said its based on real events!!” Kika exclaims, getting all excited. Little did she knew it was based on their relationship. And a part of yours as well.

“The stage’s yours now, mon amour” Charles whispers, leaving your side to get the speakers for you. You connect your phone to the speakers.

“Well I recently finished with the mixing and couldn’t play for much perfect timing. I hope you’ll enjoy listening to as much as i had creating this. This is You are in Love.”

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when worlds collide (pt 3)

[ in other words, the only female member of the biggest korean band in the world goes to formula 1 race in monaco with a friend; only to meet a certain ferrari driver. ]

paring: charles leclerc x fem!fc/c (reader is an idol)

plot note(s): f1 season 2023 has a changed schedule of tracks but follows along with the dates the same. google translated korean, french and italian. charles is having a good season this universe because he deserves it! the fc is soyeon from (G)-IDLE—kept her name expect it’s “Kim Soy.”

authors note: thank you all so much for this likes and reblogs on my last two parts of this mini series! its so appreciated :) seriously thank youuuu <3 i honestly still kinda have inspiration surrounding this certain plot so let me know if you’d be interested it :) like “extras” of writing and “mini” social media—i already have an idea on why the revealing was so quick but idk….again let me know AND BIG THANK YOU AGAIN! (also send some ideas/requests, i wouldn’t mind making another one of these when i can!)

one more thing, soyeon is you. you are that bitch. or she can simply be an “character”. it’s up to you, dear reader.

—enjoy.

part one. part two.

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s0ye0nnn 나는 결코 잊지 않을 것. (translation: i will never forget.)

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augustd hm

s0ye0nnssloots ayo aint that monaco?

k.f1.pop Omfgggg aint no way, first Charles creates a piece of meeting then her caption of never forgetting?? IN MONACO HUH....

charles_leclerc naui haeng-un-ui bujeog 🤍 (translation: my lucky charm)

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charchar16 him writing in romanizated korean !!!! 😭 that's so fuckung cuteeeee

taehy101 oh so youre learnign korean now...?!?!?

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theformula1gossips CHARLES LECLERC may be off the market and a new WAG may have just joined the tracks. Over the first week of the two week wait for the next race, Charles has been spotted back home in Monaco--always saying hello to his supporters and spending time with his family and his friends. Just recently, his childhood friend Jorsi has posted a photo dump to his instagram stories of “Vacation with Friends”, and in the fifth story, it seems to be Charles and a mystery woman. Both seem deep into a conversation with what looks like a book. Later into the night of the same day, Charles posts to his instagram story, captioned of “🤍 séance photo à domicile” which translated is “photo session at home”. Well...we say mystery woman but with who has been spotted around and Charles heavily interacting with--it may just be Kim Soyeon--who has recently posted to her instagram with photos containing the same background and her at the beach of Monaco. None have said anything, and in fact, supporters of hers have come to back her up, stating, “They are simply friends. Soyeon always tries to support her friends 100% and visit her friends whenever she can!” While some are on the fence, considering his story a couple days back of an new piece he has created (piano) with the caption of “melody of first meeting” and what people (Soyeon’s supporters) say is that the female voice at the end was hers. Could it be Soyeon? If so, is she simply visiting a close friend or Ferrari boyfriend, Charles? We may have our first K-pop Idol as a WAG coming soon!

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k.f1.pop this is getting juicy wtf...but also I will sleep on the freeway if this tire cuz like if CHARLES, drive in circles on the weekend, can PULL THE KIM SOYEON, the ACE OF ALL ACES, record breakerndnnsfufu why ARENT I PULLING?!?!?!?

s0ye0nnnssloots I really wanna fuckign defend her because its true....she really is just that friend always there for her friends and everything but like....girly is acting too much of a lovergirl rn

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thed.daysarehere how is she acting like a lovergirl rn??😭

↳ s0ye0nnnssloots idkkk😭 just like the caption on her recent post....its like a response to charles new piano piece ???

k.f1.pop Just realized jorsi covered the shoulders of the woman....soyeon has a tattoo right there -_-

thef1beastmaxxxx well....this is the downfall of Formula 1. thanks a lot, kpoopies.

apsycho4u im on the line tbh, cuz yeah she is a good firend but also she never fails to post abt it n her friends always post jusy being with her so idk what’s different….also put respect on her name!

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s0ye0nnn from monaco to korea 🎵 (airplane pt 3)

but really, i am so proud of my best friend, agust d. one of the most important person in my life. seeing him up there truly was an experience. a strange one, but oh so thrilling.

계속 빛나, 민윤기. 음악에서. 인생에서. 당신이 원하는 것에.

(translation: keep shining, min yoongi. in music. in life. to what you want.)

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agustd 작은 곰. 🐻‍❄️🤍

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danielricciardo How come charles met otto before me? We literally facetimed him when we were hanging out?

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s0ye0nnn catch flight to korea before its grand prix ;)

s0ye0nnnssloots CHALRE S MET OTTO!?! ONFGGGG IM CYRING FOR TWO REAOSNS

charles_leclerc À l'un des nombreux 🤍 (translation: To one of many)

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s0ye0nnn Je suis content de vous avoir rencontré! 🤍 (translation: im glad to have met you!)

charchar16 SHE ONOWSS FRENCH

k.f1.pop yeah!!! her uncle is married to a french girl!! so growing up, she learned the language and has been able to keep up:))

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letsgossip_kpop [ ADMIN 🌱 IS HERE TO TELL THE LATEST GOSSIP:

The dating rumors between Kim Soyeon of BTS and Charles Leclerc, Ferrari driver in Formula 1, has not dwindled despite a small talk between Soyeon and few supporters. In the past few days after her last post on instagram, she has posted to her story—twice yesterday and one today. Out of the three, two are quite juicy. The first being a WIP (Work in Progress) of what seems to be a love song! “Dead end street lead you straight to me […] thankful for all the love you had before, […] love you more.” Supporters have even noticed the background seems all too similar to a Ferrari racing car. The another of her in a Ferrari racing helmet with the song “Ferrari” by James Hype and Miggy Dela Rosa! Tagging Charles who then reposts to his story with the caption: “☺️🤍”. With all these posts since her first Grand Prix, they are beginning to look like Soyeon has found her friends to lovers trope in the Ferrari driver—who does not seem to mind the attention this has bought on! We’ll keep you posted on the progress! ]

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k.f1.pop i genuinely believe they are dating and soyeons is the one keeping it “low” using the friends card…perhaps they JUST started dating?? like when she didnt attend?

s0ye0nnnssloots im kinda on the edge tbh—cause it was vv suspicious when she wasnt posting abt him and just her trip with these captions but now she’s openly posting him?? she ALWAYS tends to do that with her friends so :////

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thed.daysarehere I agree!!! plus with the love song, she said on her “AMA!” on IG stories like a few months back that she wanted to try other things with music like love songs!! And she reads books ALOT so maybe one of them inspired her??

mastersof.f1_ he got madddd game if he could pull a woman like her 😅

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charles_leclerc monaco has always been special to me. it is my home after all. but who knew that a woman so incredible—talented, stunning and just purely the version of an actual star would come to my home and i would get to meet her. well, i didn’t but it happened. it happened and i’m very happy. happiest i have been in awhile. to being yours and you being mine.

Je suis éternellement reconnaissant de vous avoir 🤍 (translation: i am eternally grateful to have you.)

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danielricciardo Mate, no photo credits for the last one!? I had to suffer through your lovey-dovey antics for that photo! (it was disgustingly cute but made me feel so lonely…)

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charles_leclerc your comment is credit enough :)

charcharof16 HE KNWSS!?!

lewishamilton ❤️ congratulations, much love

carlossainz55 What moves did you pull on her? 😂 But happy for you!

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charles_leclerc Mate, I’m actually quite charming if you didn’t see that—but even I don’t count it towards having her with me! 😊

s0ye0nnnssloot mansss is even confused himself lol

rkive :) ❤️

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s0ye0nnn tu es mon amant, et je ne peux pas être plus heureux 🤍 (translation: you are my lover and i couldn’t be happier.)

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charles_leclerc Soon I will learn your language and I will say back to you as you do for me :) 🤍

k.f1.pop FUCKIGN WUIT THIS SHIT STOP STOP 😭😭

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s0ye0nnn and suddenly i found myself writing songs of you. about us. i’m so glad i went to the grand prix because that path lead me to you. a genuine and pure soul who has allowed me to open myself to you and be given the same amount of gentle love and happiness.

나의 뮤즈, 당신은 나의 사랑입니다 🤍 (translation: my muse, you are my love).

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rkive 🐻‍❄️ as lovergirl

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s0ye0nnn yes <3

s0ye0nnnssloots he knows whatsup!!!

lilymhe it’s happened, its happened!!! ❤️❤️

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agustd 행복 🤍 (translation: happiness)

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s0ye0nnn pure.

thed.daysarehere im remembering his birthday message to her rn 😭 “if something makes you happy, my little bear, keep it and hold it close.” !!!

charles_leclerc I’m so happy to be yours, 내 사랑 🤍 (translation: my love)

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s0ye0nnn giggling 🤭

charcharof16 HES LEANTING KORENA ??? “MY LVOE”!?! DHOENED

cammenmmundt the sweetest girl with the sweetest words!!! so so happy for you both!!! can’t wait to see you again!!! ❤️❤️🥹

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scuderiaferrari Wow, was not on our bingo card for our year but hey! Soyeon is the 🎵 typa girl 🎵 we wanted for our driver Charles 😉

s0ye0nnnssloot BTHE SONG REFERENCE 🤭 admin is a soyeon stan?

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letsgossip_kpop [ YOUR ADMIN 🌱 IS SCREAMING THIS NEW GOSSIP!:

Alas what was simply updating on the new hobby Soyeon picked up with sudden wave of rumors— turns out to be the friends to lovers trope Soyeon has been deeply fond of all these years! Yes that is right, Kim Soyeon and Charles Leclerc (Ferrari driver) has announced they are happily dating on the day before pre-qualification for the Grand Prix! Each posted a photo dump of each other with sweet messages as captions but one thing was clear; they are grateful for finding each other and having the opportunity to be each others love!

Soyeon arrived on the scene during the pre-qualification (PHOTO 1) seemingly pleased and content to be there. It wasn’t long until Charles found her and they shared a sweet kiss before heading to the Ferrari garage. He achieved 3rd on that day. The next day (PHOTO 2), Soyeon was seen being interviewed by some of the media—the sweet smile and shining eyes never disappearing. Of course, the couple seemed absolutely smitten with each other, never not far behind from each other until his race—in which he achieved P1! That would be his 4th P1 of the season! Soyeon soon posted to her instagram story; “(HIS IG) p1 🤍 so unbelievably proud of you!”. The caption could not be more true after being projected onto the big screen of her smiling, teary eyed.

This may not have at all been our bingo cards of the year—but we sure are loving to see Soyeon in love and happier than ever! We wish them the best of love in their relationship :) # SOYEONXLECLERC !

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k.f1.pop HE FUCKIGB PULLED HERB!?! AYOOO WHERE SMY GAME !?

charcharof16 ….can he fight? can that mf fight cause my clothes going be red and it aint because its ferrari merch…

maxverstap.01 I WANNA KNOW THE dirvers REANCITN TO THOS SHIT!!! LIKE SONE OEN IN THE MEDIA PEN ASK PLS PLS

formulaone000 well….this is officially the end of formula one, cannot believe this shit, f u kpoopies

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s0ye0nnnssloots aw baby man, soyeon is already fucking a formula one driver 💋

thed.daysarehere I cannot wait until Hobi n Jin get a wave of this shit 😭😭

likecrzy4u Grand Prix of South Korea when??? BTS main performance???? Charles being a fucking simp seeing his …..gir-girlfriend ☹️ do her thiinnnggggg ??? LMKKKK

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song(s) referenced and used:

All The Girls You Loved Before - Taylor Swift

Typa Girl - Blackpink

authors final note(s):

so this is the end-ish? it depends how im feeling and if anyone is interested in any extras! but yeah, this has been fun and quite possibly the reason for my procrastination on my summer class :/ though i’m willing doing this because it honestly was such an little pest in head and also the first part gained really good attention that i wanted to continue so i did. again thank you so so so much. the likes and reblogs are always such a nice thing to see and genuinely makes me feel so good!

~ and the world is yours, until next time.

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Chapter 4:

Saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts…

Masterlist - Previous - Next

After a successful season in GP3, with Charles winning the title, and me coming in close second we both would make our debut in Formula 2. The PREMA team saw the potential in us being very compatible as teammates and they decided to offer me a seat as well and pair us up again. We started the season on a strong note, topping the standings.

Our next race weekend would be in Monaco, Charles’ first home race. It was a really exiting week, hectic because wherever we went, people were yearning for a chance to approach the hometown hero, the golden boy. I loved seeing the shy smile on his face, he was so good with people, always smiling, laughing, taking pictures, signing stuff, hugging people left and right. Thankfully I was not that relevant for the people and I just stood somewhere off to the side. Watching how loved he was. I scrolled through my phone as someone poked my side, I looked around and my eyes went down, there stood a little girl, maybe 4 or 5 years old and smiled shyly at me.

"Hello there." I said in French and crouched down in front of her.

"You’re also racing, right?" she asked me and I nodded "You’re with Charles, right?"

"Yes, he’s my teammate, we’re racing together!" I answered and as Charles stepped next to us she smiled at him.

"Papa said that you will race in Formula 1 for Monaco one day!" she said and looked at Charles with big eyes, who only smiled.

"If I have the chance! And then I hope to make all of Monaco proud!" he said and the little girl smiled even wider, she was looking at a little pink camera in her hand and I stretched my hand out.

"How about I make a picture of you two together? Two amazing Monegasques!" I said and she handed me her camera, then Charles kneeled down next to her and they smiled for the camera.

"You look really pretty!" I said and the little girl giggled, then she turned to Charles.

"I like your girlfriend! She is super, mega pretty and she’s a racing driver!" she whispered, still loud enough for me to hear and I blushed a bit.

"She really is super, mega pretty! And she is a better racer than I am!" Charles answered and sent me his all consuming smile, that made my insides flutter and made me blush even harder. As the girl walked away with one last wave to both of us, Charles looked at me.

"Were you blushing, ma belle?" he asked and stood next to me. I tried to look away but he pulled me into his side, tilting my head with his hand to look at him, then looked me in the eyes.

"I mean yeah, it’s just… you know… that was so sweet and…" I rambled and Charles gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"You’re cute when you’re rambling like this. But she was right, you are super, mega pretty!" he said quietly and I blushed even harder and hit his shoulder.

"Stop it! I’m not!" I said and Charles just laughed.

"Oh ma belle, you have no idea!" he answered and we kept on walking. Butterflies flying so hard in my stomach, I was convinced if Charles wouldn’t held me to his side I would’ve levitated.

I couldn’t believe it. I won the sprint race in Monaco. As I got out of my car I looked around. A mixture of happiness and sadness fighting in between me. I spotted Charles who cheered loud and celebrated my win, but I knew him well enough, his DNF yesterday with a mechanical issue and his DNF today after the collision with Norman was breaking his heart. He wanted to win so badly, here at home, where everyone was cheering him on. But most importantly he wanted to win for his father, whose health was declining with each week. I saw the sadness in his eyes as I walked over to him, he hugged me tight and I had to contain my tears.

"I’m so proud of you, ma belle! You drove brilliantly!" he whispered but I just shook my head.

"I’m so sorry, Charlie! Wouldn’t I almost spun out, Norman wouldn’t have collided with you and you would’ve won!" I said and Charles sighed.

"Lizzie! It’s your win! You deserve it! Your tires were degrading! It wasn’t your fault! You did amazing, how you controlled the car! Anyone else would’ve ended up in the wall! It’s all good!" he said but I still wasn’t happy with the situation, he gave me a kiss on the cheek and pushed me then away so that the rest of our team could congratulate me.

I saw him look up into the sky and for a second I saw a tear glimmer in his eye, but then it was gone and he smiled at me again.

This win would’ve meant so much to him. And there was nothing I could do to ease his pain.

"How is he?" I asked and Charles just shrugged his shoulders.

"The doctors are saying that it’s now their top priority to make it as comfortable as possible for him…" his voice was gravelly, eyes cold and focused on the street in front of us.

"I’m so sorry." I whispered and he turned to me for a second and smiled faintly.

"It’s good that you’re here. You and him, you always made each other laugh… I want to hear his loud belly laugh one last time again, before…" he stopped and swallowed hard and I grabbed his hand that lay on his right thigh, intertwined our fingers and kissed the back of his hand.

"It’s ok, Charlie. I’m here…" I said and rubbed soothing circles with my numb on his hand. Charles squeezed my hand and cleared his throat.

The room was filled with laughter as Hervé told the story of how he caught me stealing a bottle of cognac while Charles was supposed to keep watch, unsuccessfully.

"I tried to convince you that I was sleep walking and you laughed so loud that Dad woke up and came out!" I remembered and Hervé had tears in his eyes.

"You were trying so hard, even started behaving like a chicken!" he laughed and Arthur looked at me like I was crazy.

"You did what?" he almost couldn’t breathe anymore and Lorenzo just shook his head "Because of the documentary that was on in the background when we played Rommé?" he asked and I nodded.

"I just stood in the door frame and had to stop myself from laughing so hard! You were an awful chicken!" Charles laughed and Hervés laughter got even louder.

"The worst chicken ever!" he said. Pascale in her chair smiled happily and made secretly a picture of us all, sitting around her husband, laughing.

"At least you didn’t tell Dad why I was running around, pretending to be a chicken!" I chuckled and Hervé looked at me guilty "Oh no! You told him!"

"Yeah of course! He asked me if he had to worry about you, losing your mind!" he said and his sons were laughing even harder.

"But why didn’t he punish me?" I asked and he just shook his head.

"I told him that you embarrassed yourself and that is enough punishment!" he laughed and I pouted before I started laughing again.

I looked at Charles and for the first time in weeks he looked happy, truly happy and content. He must have felt my eyes on him, as he looked up, smiling his most beautiful and true smile, dimples showing. He mouthed a "Thank you" and I only smiled back. After a couple more minutes filled with laughter and banter we had to say our goodbyes, visiting hours were almost over. I leaned down and gave Hervé a kiss on his cheek.

"Goodbye, Hervé! Rest up! We’ll come after Baku to visit you!" I whispered and he took my hand in his and pulled me into a hug.

"My beautiful girl, thank you! For today! For all the years you looked out for my boys, especially Charles! You will have to look out for them even more when I’m gone and I’m sorry that I have to put this burden on you…" he whispered in my ear and I could feel the hot tears sting in my eyes, he was saying his final goodbye, I could feel it "I love you, Lizzie, like my own! You were a blessing for our family!"

"I love you too!" I whispered and when I stepped back I wiped the tears away.

"Don’t let him win in Baku!" Hervé said and Charles gave him a kiss on the cheeks and rolled his eyes.

"I would never! You know me!" I chuckled and tried to not show the overwhelming emotions, together with Lorenzo, Arthur and Charles I left the room, at the door I turned around one last time, waving goodbye and Hervé just smiled at me, Pascale next to him started to cry quietly, I turned around and closed the door quickly.

"Anyone hungry?" I asked and tried to sound carefree and optimistic.

"I could eat." Arthur answered and Lorenzo chuckled.

"You could always eat!" Charles said and we left the hospital.

Charles POV:

I dropped off Lizzie at the airport, hugging her tight.

"I wish I could stay! And then we fly together to Baku… but when the family council calls I have to answer!" she sighed and I laughed.

"It’s not even a week and then we’ll be on our way to Baku! Come on, ma belle!" I tried to cheer her up but she just shrugged her shoulders "I’m fine! We’re fine! The doctors say he is in a good condition at the moment, he seems to be happier than before, probably because his favourite child was visiting him… but I’ll take it, this time." She smiled, her eyes sparkling. It’s her special smile not everyone get’s to see, it’s that smile that made heat spread through my body like a raging fire.

"You can call me whenever you need me, you know that? Doesn’t matter what time it is, you call me! And if you don’t want to talk, then text me! Got it?" she said and I nodded before she hugged me, again.

I held her close and embraced her warm and tender form, inhaled her scent loudly, flowery with a hint of coconut and citrus, then I hummed in content. When she let go her cheeks were an adorable shade of pink.

"I call you when I’m at home, Charlie bear." she said in her softest voice and I only smiled as she walked to the security check.

"I’ll wait for your call, ma belle!" I said loud and as the older lady next to Lizzie looked up at her, then at me and smiled then at her, Lizzie’s cheeks turned even darker.

"Papa? Are you awake?" he looked even skinnier than before, skin pale.

"Charles?" he mumbled and opened his eyes "My Charles! Have I ever told you before how proud I am of you? Of all of you of course!"

"You did, Papa, so often!" I answered and sat down in the chair next to his bed, then I held his hand.

"So proud, Charles… and one day you’ll be driving in Formula 1… just like Jules did! I just know it!" Papa said and I swallowed, the Doctors words in the back of my head, he probably won’t make it through the night.

"Papa, our dream came true! They want me!" I said and the look on his face changed "Papa we’ve done it! I will be driving in F1 next season!"

"I always knew it Charles! I am so proud of you!" his smile spreads across his whole face "Lizzie?"

"Nothing yet, but I’m sure she get’s a seat!" I said and Papa nodded.

"She’s something special, Charles! I’ve never met someone like her before! You have to take good care of her! Marry her! Have a family with her! You two were destined to be together!" with every word his voice got weaker but his look was determined, as if he awaited an answer.

"If she want’s that too Papa, then I will make you proud!" I whispered and he nodded.

I got up from the chair, kissed his forehead and hugged him.

"I love you, Papa!" I said, tears streaming down my face.

"I love you too, my son!" he whispered and I carefully stood up, left the room and outside Maman was waiting together with Lorenzo and Arthur, she nodded and they both got in.

"You shouldn’t have lied to him, Charles." she said quietly but I shook my head.

"I wanted him to be proud, to be happy, before he…" I began but then the words got stuck in my throat.

"For him it was nice, but for you? How will you feel, knowing your last words to him were a lie?" she asked and I smiled.

"No, Maman, my last words weren’t a lie!" I smiled, one day hopefully Lizzie and I would spend the rest of our life’s together.

"So, I’m here now for how long? Can you just spill the beans? Dad and I have to leave tomorrow! And I only got back here because of your announcement! And now I’ve waited here for 4 days and nothing was announced…" I was pissed. I could’ve stayed in Monaco at Charles site, instead I got summoned here for some sort of announcement and because of my sisters unreliable boyfriend I sat around for 4 days until he finally had the nerve to show up.

"Sven and I have to tell you something!" Sissy began and I rolled my eyes "We’re pregnant!" she cheered although a bit cautious, Sven looked like someone had punched him.

"What do you mean? Pregnant?" I asked my sister, dumbfounded.

"What’s there not to understand?" Sven sneered, I never liked my sisters boyfriend, but right now I hated him.

"I’m not talking to you!" I glared at him.

"What’s with your studies?" Mum asked and Sissy sighed.

"I will finish this semester, then I will go on maternity leave for 12-15 months…" she began but got interrupted by her boyfriend.

"We haven’t discussed it yet. For now she will continue to study and work in the café and then we’ll see." he said and Dad cocked an eyebrow.

"And how are you gonna provide for your child and child mother? As far as I know you have no job at the moment…" he said and Sissy rolled her eyes.

"Dad! Sven is in the middle of his studies! In 1.5 years, when he is done, he will have all the opportunities! But he needs to focus!" she defended him and I scoffed.

"You’re also in the middle of your studies and should focus? And I’m not really into baby talk and stuff, but I’m pretty sure that the expanses of a baby are way more than what you earn in your café…" I started but was cut off by Sven.

"We’ll figure it out, she can always stock up on her hours." he said and I glared at him.

"Excuse you? She’s pregnant? She won’t be able to stand the whole day! You should get a job!" I said and he only shook his head.

"Like I said, we’ll figure it out. Topic done." he got up and walked out.

"He’s a fucking asshole and you should get rid of him!" I said and Mum gasped. Sissy glared at me and then looked at Dad, hoping he would say something to me.

"What she said." was his answer and Sissy shook her head, said goodbye and left.

"That can only be a devil spawn!" I said and Mum hit my arm then looked at my Dad for support.

"What she said." was his answer again and I laughed, I could feel my phone vibrate in my jeans and checked my messages.

I gulped loud and Mum and Dad looked at me, then I shook my head and handed Dad my phone.

"Come on, we have to go." Dad walked into my room and I was confused.

"Dad, our flight is in the morning… and I thought that maybe…" I began but stopped.

"We’re flying to Nice…" Dad said and my eyes widen "Mum is coming with us."

I got up and hugged him.

"Thanks, Dad!" I whispered and he gave me a kiss on the crown of my head.

"He needs you now…" he replied quietly and I nodded.

The drive to the airport, the flight, then the drive from Nice to Monaco, it all went by in a blur. I only watched outside the different windows, watching as it dawns. When we parked the car and got into the elevator, Mum joined us instead of walking as usual, I took a deep breath. Dad nudged my shoulder encouraging.

Lorenzo opened up the door for us, he looked collected, but his eyes betrayed him, the grief evident. We all hugged him stepping into the flat, it was dark, only the little lamp next to the sofa and a candle on the kitchen table was lit, it was quiet in the usually lively flat, what gave me an eerie feeling. Pascale was sitting at the kitchen table on the phone with someone, as she saw us approaching she said her goodbyes, hung up and stood up. Mum was the first to hug her.

"I’m so sorry, Pascale!" Mum said and Pascale only nodded, then my Dad hugged her.

"Our deepest condolences!" he said and Pascale smiled a little.

"Thank you." a quiet answer, before she looked at me and I hugged her.

"I’m so sorry!" I said and Pascale kissed my cheek.

"It’s good that you’re here, he’s not talking to anyone of us…" she whispered and I nodded. As I walked away towards Charles room I heard my Dad say "If you need anything, we’re here for you! Don’t you worry, we’ll be by your side!" and I took a deep breath, but before I reached Charles room I spared a glance into Arthur’s room and my heart broke. He lay in his bed, curled up into a ball, his body shaking and his whimpers gave me goosebumps. I didn’t knock or anything, I just walked in, sat beside him and pulled him up into a hug. He first was confused but then he realised it’s me and then he started to cry with no avail.

"Hey my little Tutur." I cooed and stroke his head "It’s okay, let it all out."

We sat there like this for some minutes and I felt my t-shirt dampen where he cried into my shoulder, but I just stroked his back and waited for him to calm down a little, after a while he yawned quietly and lay back down, his head in my lap.

"I don’t want him to be gone…" he whispered and I sighed.

"I know, Arthur, I know… me neither! He loved you all so much! You always have to remember that!" I said and kept on stroking his head and back.

"But he’s gone…" answered Arthur sleepy.

"He is. And I’m so sorry that he had to leave you so early! But he will always be by your side. He will always look over you! You will never be alone! I know it’s hard to believe now, but until you can feel it we will be here! We all will be by your side! We’re here for you!" I said it as comforting as possible as I felt that someone was watching from the doorframe "We’re here for all of you!" with that I looked at Charles. Pain stricken face, dishevelled, pale, glassy and bloodshot eyes. I stretched out my hand and in an instant he sat next to me and I carefully side hugged him, to not disturb Arthur who had dozed off.

"You came…" his voice was hoarse.

"You texted… I’m so sorry, Charlie!" I whispered and Charles hugged me harder, burying his face in the crook of my neck "I’ll be here for you! We all are!" Charles only nodded and I held him close to me, while stroking Arthur’s back. I didn’t know how long we’ve sat like this.

"Shouldn’t you be on your way to Baku?" Charles whispered and I shook my head.

"I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be!" I answered.

"But you will race? Bad enough that I can’t go…" he said and I looked up at my Dad who stood in the door. I shook my head, pleading.

"You both will race. Come on, you gotta pack, Charles. Lizzie, pack for Arthur." Dad said quietly to not wake up Arthur "We need to drive to Zurich for a flight to Baku."

"But Mum…" Charles sat up and Dad walked in and pulled him up into his arms.

"She wants you to go, Charles. She won’t be alone, Lorenzo stays. And Marina as well. We will go… it’s what he would’ve wanted for you, too." Dad whispered and Charles nods.

"Thank you." Charles walked away into his room.

"Why can’t we fly from Nice?" I asked Dad and carefully lifted Arthur’s head off my lap and shoved a pillow under it.

"There are no flights on time. Zurich is the next one, early in the morning. That’s why we need to leave soon." Dad answered and I nod, I start grabbing some shirts and pants, hoodies and his toiletry bag from the bathroom, putting everything in the little suitcase from under Arthur’s bed. Then I took his iPad, headphones, charger and purse and put it in his backpack. I gently nudged him and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Come on, we gotta go soon and I’m not going near your underwear drawer!"

He looked confused around.

"Where are we going?" he mumbled and sat up, looking between me and his packend suitcase and backpack.

"Charles and I have a race to attend…" I answered and Arthur nods only, getting up and packed the rest of his clothing into the suitcase.

"Passport?" I asked him.

"Lorenzo has it, the one of Charles as well." he answered and I smiled at him.

"You go and grab the passports, I go and grab your brother, we have to leave soon!" I said and Arthur gave me only a thumbs up and left his room with his baggage. I made my way to Charles room, I could hear him sniffle quietly and slowly opened the door, Charles sat on his bed, head in his hands, suitcase on the floor, empty. I quietly opened his closet and drawers, grabbed a bunch of clothes and put it in the suitcase, then I opened the drawer of his bedside table and grabbed his charger, headphones and iPad, put it all in his backpack and looked for his toiletry bag, then threw it in his suitcase.

"Come on Charles, I didn’t went through Arthur’s underwear and I don’t want to do it with yours…" I said and he snorted.

"It’s not like you haven’t seen my underwear! You even stole a pair of boxers from me!" he said and laughed quietly.

"Yes, because it was hot and I needed shorts!" I exclaimed and he just nodded and got up to grab said underwear, after he threw it in his suitcase and closed it he got up, looked at me and then pulled me into a tight hug.

"Thank you, ma belle." he whispered and I nodded "Your Dad is right, Papa would want me to race!"

"Let’s go and make him proud!" I answered and grabbed his helmet, Charles took his suitcase and backpack and together we left his room. After Mum hugged him and Arthur tight, we said our goodbyes and got to the car.

"I can drive as well, Paps." I said as we packed Charles’ and Arthur’s baggage into the trunk.

"I’m good for now, Lizzie. Maybe later." he answered and got in the drivers seat.

"Shotgun!" Arthur exclaimed and climbed into the passenger seat.

"At least you’ll sit next to me like that." Charles said quietly and opened the door for me.

"Thanks, Charlie." I said and he smiled a little.

"Ready?" Dad asked as soon as we sat in the car and we all just nodded. Charles looked down at his hands and I grabbed his right one and squeezed it, he looked up, then he leaned over at me, his head on my shoulder and closed his eyes.

"It’s going to be okay, Charles…" I whispered and I saw Dad‘s smile in the rear view mirror.

After the funeral I stayed in Monaco with Charles and his family. Helping to adjust to this new life without Hervé, as Charles and I prepared for the upcoming races in Austria and Silverstone. Both race weekends were a big success for PREMA with Charles winning the feature races in Austria and Silverstone and me winning the sprint race in Silverstone and altogether only podium finishes at the weekends for us. We also got summoned by Massimo to fulfil some of our duties as drivers in the FDA. Charles drove twice in FP1 for Haas in Austria and Silverstone, while I drove in FP1 in Silverstone for Sauber.

"What a weekend!" Charles said and dropped his backpack on the hotel bed.

"What a weekend, indeed!" I said and opened the mini fridge to store away the Vodka and ginger beer, then I sat down on the floor and opened my suitcase.

"So, who goes first?" I asked and pulled a leggings out, then my toiletry bag.

"You can go, I’ll order the food. Chinese? Pasta? Pizza?" Charles asked and sat down at the little seating area and took out his phone.

"Yes, and fries!" I answered and he laughed.

I went into the bathroom, feeling giddy, P1 in the sprint and P2 in the feature race, Charles and I now topping the standings, while he was 17 points ahead of me. I got into the shower, after some time Charles shouted the food will be here in 30 minutes. I wanted to answer when I slipped. As I fell, I let out a little scream before I landed on my wrist.

"Lizzie? Are you okay? What happened?" Charles was at the door in an instant.

"I slipped." I mumbled and saw the door opening a crack.

"Can I come in? I’m closing my eyes and handing you your towel!" Charles said and I sighed, pulling my knees up to my chin.

"Yeah it’s fine." I said and Charles walked in, eyes close, he held onto the vanity "You can open your eyes, please we can’t afford you falling as well!" he grabbed a towel and opened the shower cabin, then he knelt down in front of me.

"What hurts?" he asked gently and put the towel around my shoulders.

"My ass!" I joked and he chuckled but then he looked stern at me "I fell and landed on my wrist…"

"I’ll have a look in a minute, let me just rinse your hair." he got up and took the shower head out of it’s wall mount, then he knelt back down and I pulled the towel away and covered only my front with it. As he tested the water temperature, I tilted my head back.

"Okay?" he asked as he began to rinse out the shampoo and I nodded. After a couple of minutes he shut off the water and wringed out my hair, then got up and grabbed two more towels.

"Here, the one you have is already wet." he handed me one of the towels and then wrapped my hair in the smaller one. He then helped me up and I wrapped the towel around my body. I followed him out of the bathroom and sat down on the bed.

"Here." he handed me one of his hoodies and I put it over the towel, as he back from the bathroom with my sweat pants. I pulled them on and sat back down.

"Alright, let’s check your wrist, shall we." he smiled encouraging and took my right wrist carefully into his hand, lightly swollen already. He gently moved it around but as I inhaled sharply he stopped.

"What’s the verdict, Doc?" I asked with a small smile.

"I think it’s not sprained, but we should see a doctor tomorrow to be sure. I’ll go and get you ice and then we’ll prop it up." he answered and grabbed his phone "I’m calling René and tell him what happened." I sighed and nodded.

"When you said we were celebrating on our own, I didn’t want to die!" Charles chuckled and put his cup down "How much Vodka is in there?"

"That’s mine, I thought it’s good against the pain!" I said and he shook his head then handed me the cup.

"Are you sure you don’t want me to get you some painkillers?" he asked for the fifth time and I just shook my head and downed the way to strong Moscow Mule "Slow down, Lizzie! You didn’t eat enough to drink that much!"

"I’ll eat now, don’t worry!" I laughed and grabbed a slice of Pizza "What did René say? Was he pissed?"

"Why would he be pissed? You slipped in the shower? You weren’t doing any stupid shit, risking an injury! He said he’ll be here in the morning and then we’ll go to the hospital together." he answered and mixed himself a new drink "You gotta call your dad and tell him what happened."

"Nope, not until I know what it really is! He’ll just be annoying and will come here! Nope!" I said and Charles sighed. We sat in silence for a while, watching some sitcom about a police station in Brooklyn, laughing, eating and drinking away.

"You know what is weird?" Charles whispered and I turned to him, waiting for him to continue "Since after yesterday’s race, I haven’t thought of him… not once…" he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the headboard "He’s not even gone for a month and I already start to not think about him? What kind of person does that?" his voice is hoarse. I sit up and scoot closer to him, putting my hand gently on his cheek, turning him to face me.

"Hey! Look at me! You didn’t just stop thinking about him, ok? A lot was happening yesterday! You won, you thought about him, you made him proud, like you always do, then you were happy for a bit because you deserve it! And the you focused on the next race! Because that is the kind of person you are! A racer through and through! And just because you didn’t actively thinking about him doesn’t mean he isn’t constantly on your mind! What were you doing this morning before we walked into the paddock? You nudged my chin like you always did! And why? Because your dad did that to you before every race he attended and some day you started it at me as well! What did you do before you got into the car today? You stroked over the sticker for your dad. When you were in the car before the start? You closed your eyes for a second right? Why? Because you always think of him in this second since he’s gone! Charles, I could go on like this for quite some time, but the point is, it’s normal! As sad as it is, life goes on, we start to live with the fact that they’re gone, we get back into our old routines but add new ones, tiny little details to remind us of the loved ones we lost! And so do you… you continue Jules’ legacy, you continue making your dad proud. And just because you’re not constantly thinking about them, doesn’t mean that you forget about them!" we both had tears in our eyes and Charles pulled me into him and hugged me tight.

"Promise me that you’re always by my side, ma belle! God, I can’t live without you!" he whispered and my heart skipped a beat at his words.

"We’re always there at each others sides, Charlie bear!" I answered and he groaned lightly "You love it, shut up!"

Hungary was a mess, to say the least. After the scare with my wrist I was happy to drive without a problem, but the weekend was cursed. Charles got his his seventh consecutive pole, just to be disqualified due to a technical breach and was forced to start from the back of the grid. I moved up on pole instead, but the start of the race was a mess, I accelerated, drove into the first corner, when Rowlands tires locked up and he steered his car straight into mine and ended both our races in the barriers. Charles could make his way up to P4. In lap 5 of the sprint race I had to retire the car with an electrical issue, Charles ended the race in P4 again. Not the weekend we wanted, after the last good ones.

"Summer break! God I need it!" Charles mumbled and got in the car.

"I’ll give you not even two weeks and you’ll start missing racing already!" Dad said and we laughed.

"Probably not even a week!" I said and Dad chuckled.

"It just shows how motivated and determined you two are, that’s a good quality!" he looked at Charles in the passenger seat "How you managed to pull through the last weeks, Charles, that was a display of your strength! He would be so proud of you! I am! We all are!" Charles smiled a little and nodded.

"Thanks, but without all of you, I wouldn’t have made it!" he answered and looked at me through the rear view mirror. I smiled at him and he smiled back.

"I think this vacation is what we all need!" I said and Charles nodded.

"Yeah, you’re right. It’s good we have some time off now, so we can come back stronger!" said Charles and Dad nodded, driving off the track, straight to the airport.

2 weeks off to refill the batteries, restore the energy to come back stronger than before…

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lestappenforever · 1 month

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After properly waking up (and finally not having any more wake up for the race till Vegas, WE DID IT), here’s a bit if my analysis of the race, which is my favourite so far, a bit even more than Japan, because of its chaos and emotions

First, hometown hero. Zhou was not driving the car based on anything, other than pure emotion. He was living his dream in a way that I wish everyone could one day, honestly I’ve been emotional since that sprint shootout when he reached SQ3 and so proud that he is making history and realising his dream. On a more technical aspect, Sauber meed to get their shit together, the car is not good, and the fact that we celebrate them having a pit stop less than 5 seconds is so disappointing. They need to get it together to get points and be in that fight.

Nico Hulkenberg is a Goat, there I said it. The way he is taking that Haas places is just phenomenal, and honestly I think he deserves a proper team, and he so deserves to be on a podium, more than just one time. Kevin had an okay race, except of course, for ruining Yuki’s. But if K-Mag did not get his shit together, Ollie very easily could replace him next year, especially since Komatsu is no Guenther, and he will not have the mentality of fucking the youngster over.

RB’s weekend was going very well, in terms of race not sprint, that sprint was not great, but the circuit is not for them, and it’s Yuki’s first time there, so an off weekend (a normal one) was not going to be the worst thing in the world. But the way the race played out, with Kevin knocking Yuki out if the race with a stupid crash, destroying his race, and then Fernando locking up and hence lance knocks Daniel out with a crash that was so easy to prevent if he was focused on the car in front of him instead of the apex during the time of a safety car returning to the pit, the pack all close together and still getting up to speed. Yeah, that sucked for them, Daniel especially who was in contention of points. But other than that, the strategy was kind if fucked up, but it could have been saved at the end if it were not for both Astons.

As I said last race week, the Alpines are slowly but surely getting better. They started having pace today, and even if it were anyone else other than Nico, Esteban could have gotten points, but Nico Masterclass. This season is showing who is the leader of the French team, and it’s Estie. He’s extracting every single once if pace in that car, even if there isn’t any, and is showing that he’s the one. Pierre, tbh is getting better as well, but not to the Esteban level of almost Q3 and potentially points. Actually I feel like Pierre has not given much (expect for the Dutch GP last year) where he’s showing that the move to Alpine was a right choice for him.

George is impressive, and I hate to say it, more that Lewis is. He’s getting out everything out of the car, and I feel is working harder to keep Mercedes alive this season, with both the sprint and the race, with snagging that last point in the sprint from a shit quali, to an impressive performance in a track that doesn’t suit the new Mercedes cars, and trying his damn best all weekends, I’m genuinely impressed and proud of him, especially with the way he’s working to show the team that he could be a leader. Meanwhile I feel like Lewis is just trying to finish the year to go to Maranello, granted he’s trying, but I feel George is working harder.

McLaren, I have mixed emotions, Oscar was okay, again his first time on that track, but when compared to Lando, he did okay, not great. Lando was actually phenomenal, pulling that one stop, and doing so well in that, holding Checo back almost half of the race, he should be extremely proud of himself. And on that note, I love seeing Adam Norris down when Lando and Max are on the podium, I feel he’s proud of his son, but also Max, and I am just so happy and giddy

Ferrari, Idk what to feel. On one hand, Charles was phenomenal, but on the other, all these plans just give me anxiety, again, pulling that one stopper, but Checo got him, in a track that doesn’t feel of seem suited for the car, actually impressed. Carlos however, seemed to have gotten in his head, from saying yesterday that if he got Max he would have won the sprint, to the unnecessary fight with Charles on the sprint, he’s getting cocky, and that won’t help his situation of getting into a good team next year.

Red Bull, I AM SO FUCKING IMPRESSED AND I CANNOT BEGIN TO SAY HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS TEAM AND AM SO PROUD OF THEM. Max was just phenomenal, despite the sprint quali that was apparently not so great because the car was not set up for rain. Simply because the forecast didn’t show much rain. As for the race, damn I can’t believe the team did that, 2 perfect double stacks with a total pit stop time of 8 for changing 16 tyres. The pit crew are the actual heroes today. Checo you could see that he’s disappointed, and that shows how much he’s comfortable in the car, and how at one he is with the team, in addition to knowing the stakes at hand. But nonetheless, he was phenomenal in a weekend that according to him, wasn’t great. But yeah, this race was just amazing and chaotic and tbh, I love this chaos. And up next Miami, what will each one do, especially since Max never got pole there (just like Jeddah). We shall see

(Also, hoping the girls next race have a good weekend, especially the Red Bull girls, not because they’re Re Bull, I’ve been impressed by Hamda since COTA last year, and I called she’ll be the RBR girl)

I have nothing to add to any of this, so I'll just leave it in all its glory as it is. ❤️

#Asks #agentofchaos001 ❤️#Chinese GP 2024

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alpinelogy · 5 months

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10 & 19!

Lourdes do you have the slightest idea what have you just asked me? Thank you so much for asking :DD

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

maybe we got lost (in translation) a thousand times over. Beyond the fact that it is my second fic that has broken the 100 kudos barrier which is already insane to me cause I did not expect anyone to read it since its a niche ship imo, the way people see the fic is so different from the way I saw it as I wrote it. For me it is a fic mainly about language and communication and how it changes based on who we talk with. Also specifically Esteban's relationship with English is very much based on my own experience with it, from being thrown into an English-speaking group and told to swim to English slipping in even when he is speaking in a different language ('the language spoken is a mess of French and English') Meanwhile at least from comments people see the relationship between Esteban and Lance way more strongly than I do. Which fair, it was partially written as a love letter to my bilingual friends who try to understand me even when my brain does not comprehend language and in hindsight I sometimes ignored the language part in favor of developing their friendship so I can see where they are coming from. And the fic is tagged as estelance so... lol Essentially what I am trying to say here is that people focused on way more on a part I considered secondary than I did while writing it, but I can see why. Also I've gotten so many nice comments on it and even tho I forgot to respond to them I do reread them on the regular because they spark so much joy (also first time someone whose writing I enjoy commented on my fic and it sent me for a loop lol)

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

I actually dont have that many wips rn, I know, shocking, its mostly just scribbled ideas and disconnected scenes. And kinkmeme claims cause I currently have uh... 50 of those

Anyway i do have this. A race engineer!Oscar AU Loscar in which Logan has never been normal about anything related to Oscar. Ever. Starring Logan as a pining mess, Oscar as the calm and collected love interest and Fred, Alex, and Liam as the victims of Logan's pining

“Good morning Logan.” Oscar says as a first thing on the first day of testing over the radio and Logan returns back to his thoughts of screaming, almost vibrating out of his seat in excitement. Goes back to his year old promise of not doing anything stupid ten seconds into the season. Hopes that when the cameras catch his inevitable joy after he gets back to the garage it will be brushed off to just being glad to be back in the car, rather than anything else. As a worst case scenario, he will just put up the Alex Albon patented peace signs because those always somehow make pictures so much more grounded and Alex is really onto something there, Logan needs to study it. He will need it for this year. Probably. Maybe. Most likely. It's fine. It's, whatever. It's definitely not that Logan also spends so much time looking at Oscar in meetings that Fred has noticed. It's definitely not that Fred, with all the subtlety he has, cornered Logan in his drivers room and unceremoniously asked what gives two days into the season. Logan deserved that one probably. When Logan tries to brush him off, it seemingly works because Fred lets himself be brushed off, does not mind Logan redirecting the conversation onto another topic instead. Logan does not know what actually awaits him days later. It's Liam this time, who corners him a few days later, after testing, after the first race weekend of the year properly starts, right after the last free practice before qualifying. Being Formula Two teammates must have done something to their understanding of personal space between each other because Liam waltzes into his driver's room like he owns the place without even knocking. Logan has a half mind to kick him out just for that, force him to knock before entering.

(this got long but look, this is 300 words out of 7.8k that i am fighting to stay under 10k it's small okay?)

fic writer ask game

#ask #ask game #argentinagp #i have not ranted about maybe we got lost (in translation) for a hot sec. glad i could change that today :3. i love talking about it #also rereading bits of it jesus christ i was comma heavy when i wrote it. english does not have that many commas girl (gn) what #also if anyone wants to talk about (working name) galaxy collapse aka the loscar wip that lives rent free in my noggin hmu

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cartoonfangirl1218 · 1 year

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First Date

“Are you ready, m’lady?” Gabe bowed as if exiting from the bedroom was the same as being escorted to the ballroom. Which was almost accurate.

They were heading to a new salsa club hat Gabe wanted to visit for date night. A well deserved date night. Even though they fell asleep next to each other every night, it felt had felt like they hadn’t seen much of each other in weeks. Naomi had recently accepted an offer to host a series of lectures at the university at the behest of Professor Mendoza and Mateo in exploring Maruvian classic spells to create environmentally and nautically influenced fuel to phase out the exhaust used by the guards in travelling back and forth around the perimeter with the pedo-gondala.

Gabe had been busy with the border guard and training rural guards and small village militias that didn’t have many guards to control crimes within town while also looking at invaders. No one could be in two places at once after all. So that kept him out of sight for days though he managed to usually come back at home around midnight to surprise the kids before heading back out three hours later. It was only three more weeks of this but Naomi was ready for it to be over.

So with these busy days, poring over books and racing from place to place to watch the process of their findings, it did not leave much time for talk at night. Just sleep.

But they were both being afforded a small weekend break thanks to Elena’s intervention and they chose to spend a night on the town to remind themselves of their youth amidst all the responsibilities.

As they walked down the hall, they heard a thump behind 000 closed door and some mumbled cursing. Naomi and Gabe shared the same look and smile. They weren’t the only ones going out tonight.

Marina was going on her first date, and from the sound of it, she was not having a good time choosing an outfit.

Esteban knocked, “Marina? Mija? May we come in?”

“Huh? What? Come in,” Marina vaguely called from the other side. They opened and instead of seeing rumpled, discorded outfits everywhere as Naomi expected.

They saw Marina brilliantly dressed in a golden silk dress that highlighted her eyes. Her hair twisted up in a french braid crowned to her head, kept into place by a pin in the shape of a tiny poinsettia bouquet.

The only unusual sight from what seemed a perfectly normal image of a girl ready for a date were Marina’s heels.

Spiky three inch heels that as Marina quickly twisted around to face them, led to her falling on her face.

Naomi bit back a giggle at the abrupt fall and managed a somewhat caring, “Are you okay?”

“Oh it’s just. . “ Marina struggled to get back up without ruffling her hair that was already coming out of its neat braid from what Selene realized from the thumps were numerous falls.

Well those are useless shoes than if you can’t walk in them,” Gabe grinned easily at his daughter as if he had never looked ridiculous for the sale of fashion. Which was true as he rarely changed his clothes exempting the suits for special occasions. A joke that Naomi pointed out regularly as if he was afraid to choose outfits himself.

“I just want to look good, Papi,” Marina said pleadingly, “I want to look tall and gorgeous and. . “

“You are all those things already,” Naomi interrupted seeing Marina’s flustered and flushing chees that there was more at play than simple fashion choices, “Perhaps you’re nervous because you’re overthinking things?”

“How can I not?” Marina cried, flopping back onto he rbed when her unsteady heels would not hold without wobbling.

“I can’t not think, Mami. It just starting out fine and I’m excited to see her and go on a date but then I can’t help but imagine. Like what if it’s awkward? What if she’s expecting more? I mean it’s a date. I have to look nice! No, better than nice. Gorgeous! And I have to be fun. It’s supposed to be fun and casual but I don’t want to be too casual. I want her not to friend zone me but then, what if she ends up being the horrible, boring one? Then I’ll be stuck and have to friend-zone her and-”

“Mija, mija, mija. I understand how you feel,” Gabe cut in, grabbing hold of Marina’s hands in a gentle squeeze. Naomi climbed onto the bed to cuddle up to Marina’s side in a hug.

“You are a wonderful, kind, intelligent and fun girl. Anyone would be lucky to date you as long as you are yourself, sweetie.”

“But I-”

“You can’t stop thinking,” Gabe finished, “Believe me, I was a nervous wreck before my first official date with your mom.”

Marina giggled, “I know. You told me.:

“I know I know. So you should remember that my mama, your abuela reminded me to be myself. That’s what you should do too. But a little confidence goes a long way to remembering how awesome you are so wait here,” Gabe ran off to his room.

Naomi turned to Marina, imparting a little love advice she had gotten from her father when she had started to go deeper into dating and marrying territory with Gabe.

“Romance can be scary. This date can lead to a big one or it’ll just be a little story or you may not even remember it. But there’s always aleap into the unknown. And know what else? You have your family behind you for it all. Even if this date is just meh or not as you hoped, we will always think you’re an amazing girl.”

“Thanks Mami,” Marina hugged her tightly and Naomi helped to redoe her braid and find more appropriate shoes.

Gabe entered the room, smiling at the almost mundane image of Naomi braiding Marina’s gold hair into perfect plaits. Both looking at peace in the soothing motion of hair curled between nimble fingers.

“I have something. This belonged to your bisabuela. My father’s mother and he gave it to me when you were born,” Gabe held up a silk magenta cord that hung an exquisite emerald. Smooth, reflective, both could see their image in the shine.

“She wore it for her anniversaries wth my father because she said it always made her feel beautiful. That no one could match her in looks or personality. You’re like her, Marina. Opinionated, fiery, and nothing can stand in your way either. So I hope this gives you the same confidence it gave her.”

Marina licked her lips, feeling the smooth gem under her fingers, eyes filliung with the memories and nostalgia connected with the necklace. Gabe rarely talked about his parents since their passing. Nothing major just inevitable but the grief was still raw. But to have a piece of them. . .

“Thank you, Papi. I will care for it so well. I won’t let it out of my sight. Thank you!!”

Gabe hugged her, “Let me put it on you. Yes, you’re gorgeous mija. You will knock her dead.”

Marina twirled once in front of the mirror, dress flying out and beamed at them, “Thank you so much! I’m-I still have some butterflies but I th-I think I’ll be fine.”

“If you really want, your brothers can chaperone your date? Or we can join? Make sure nothing goes wrong. . “ Gabe suggested.

The twinkle in his eyes went completely unnoticed by Marina who reacted with a horrified “NO!”

“I mean,” Marina cleared her throat for a much politer, “Umm no thank you. I will be fine.”

Gabe and Naomi suppressed their laughter as they stored out the door, leaving Nathanial to the honor of intimidating his granddaughter’s date.

The cold wind hit Gabe’s cheek and he unexpectedly felt the touch of soft lips against his fingertips. He stared at his fingertips,s till curled around Naomi’s and amrveled how they still tingled like it was lightning zooming up and down his arm, taking all his strength not to shudder with delight at the sensations.

But shudder he did at Naomi’s smile. Like the glow of the sun and alittle something more. A little unexplained look. That was her, always a surprise even when he knew her so well. Not that he’d have it any other way.

She smoothly yet casually laid her head against his shoulder as they walked out, “Just thinking about love?”

“Hmm,” Gabe hummed, “I was exaggerating how nervous I was, you know, so she didn’t feel alone in her feelings.”

“Uh huh,” Naomi smirked, playing along, “I know. Your utter confidence and belief that your evert word and action is right is what attracted me to you in the first place.”

Gabe couldn’t even keep a straight face at that one, “I love you.”

“Love you too. Never change. . I mean never chagnge into what I described. I was being sarcastic. Tha arrogance is-”

“I know, I know. I prefer this to acting anything like El Guapo or something. I’d have stayed in the friend zone for sure,” Gabe mock-dabbed imaginary sweat from his forehead.

“Yeah,” Naomi sighed, “I’m so glad we took a leap past the first impressions and friend-zoning. Best decision of my life.”

#gabenaomi #first date #naomi turner #gabe nuñez #elena of avalor #my fanfic #my fanfiction #gabenaomi children

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Mick Schumacher reaches emotional Race of Champions final as DTM star Mattias Ekstrom triumphs

Double DTM and FIA World Rallycross Champion Mattias Ekstrom won the Race of Champions for a record-equalling fourth time at Sweden’s Pite Havsbad over the weekend, defeating former Haas F1 racer Mick Schumacher in the Grand Final. Ekstrom out-scored Schumacher – now acting as reserve driver for the Mercedes F1 team – by two heats to nil in Sunday’s showdown on the snow and ice of the frozen Baltic Sea, despite encountering a scare when he had to put out a cockpit fire. READ MORE: Lucas Blakeley beats rival Jarno Opmeer to be crowned eROC Champion 2023 It marked an emotional victory for Ekstrom, who previously won two of his three titles against Mick’s father, seven-time F1 champion Michael, and means he now equals the ROC record also held by French rally legends Didier Auriol and Sebastien Loeb. Earlier in the knockout stages (which separated racing drivers and those with rallying experience) Ekstrom came out on top against extreme sports legend Travis Pastrana, five-time World Rallycross Champion Johan Kristoffersson and World Rally star Thierry Neuville in a mixture of identical off-road cars. Schumacher, meanwhile, booked his place in the final after winning a head-to-head with the recently-retired Sebastian Vettel – F1 also represented at the star-studded event through Mika Hakkinen, David Coulthard and Valtteri Bottas. Hakkinen and current Alfa Romeo driver Bottas both lost in the Round of 16 stage, while Hakkinen’s former McLaren team mate, Coulthard, dropped out in the Round 1 play-offs. READ MORE: Vettel hints he might try his hand at rallying as he considers his post-F1 plans Before the individual competition, father-and-son duo Petter and Oliver Solberg won Saturday’s ROC Nations Cup for Team Norway, getting the better of a Team All Stars line-up featuring Aston Martin F1 development driver Felipe Drugovich and the aforementioned Neuville. The Nations Cup featured a strong run from Team eRoc, represented by 2022 F1 Esports Series Champion Lucas Blakely and Jarno Opmeer, with the former running Vettel close again (see below) – after the pair scrapped at the 2022 event. “It’s very special to have four wins and even more special to do it in Sweden. I won my first final at the Stade de France in Paris against Sebastien Loeb, then I had two finals with Michael Schumacher in London and Beijing, so to see Mick in the final today was very emotional for me,” said Ekstrom after taking victory. “This is even more special than winning; Michael’s always been one of the guys I admire most in the sport, for his dedication, hard work and talent. I only got to know Michael at the Race Of Champions. We had many battles and I have only great memories with Michael from this event. READ MORE: ‘He deserves a chance’ – Wolff says Mercedes role can help Schumacher get back into an F1 race seat “Michael was always humble with me and I can see Mick is also very humble. Mick is such a huge talent and his time is ahead of him, so I look forward to more battles in the future. I know it won’t take long until I get beaten, but against Mick I would have no problem with finishing second.” via Formula 1 News https://www.formula1.com

#F1 #Mick Schumacher reaches emotional Race of Champions final as DTM star Mattias Ekstrom triumphs #Formula 1

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What seems to be the least entertaining GP so far (I hope I'm wrong)

Hello there people!

I've read some of the tags some of you have used when reblogging my last posts and I can't tell you how happy it makes me, thank you. I'm no expert on how to write or anything, but at least I'm glad you guys like my silly little reviews of the race weekends 🥰

It's 12 minutes away from FP1 ending and honestly there hasn't been anything worth mentioning. I'm aware that it's just practice and it's really not supposed to be super fun to watch or anything, but for the love of Thor, GIMME SOMETHING.

Nyck de Vries has stepped into Lewis' car today for FP1, and has done a very nice job at that. I haven't watched any Formula E so I had no idea how good or bad he was, but it's been nice for him to try the viper 🐍

I'm listening to the Spanish commentators talking about Mick and the guy I hate the most because he's an absolute moron and completely biased douche says that Mick is not his father. When was he supposed to be, you fucking idiot? Lobato, Mick might have the Schumacher last name but that doesn't force him to emulate his father altogether just for the sake of his name. Yes, we all want him to succeed as much as Michael did because he deserves nothing less, but what he also deserves is the freedom of doing his own thing despite of his last name. He's entitled to be a 23-year old kid still figuring it out and doing his best to get where he needs to be every race. So shut the fuck up at once. Jesus, I hate this guy.

I've ranted and said what I needed to say, but I know it won't be the last time this will come up. And I also know it's inevitable for Mick to be compared to his dad, but for fucks sake give the kid some peace, he's doing a great job and he's proven he deserves to be in F1 despite anyone's opinion. Defending Mick isn't enough, I NEED A GUN.

That said, I'll be writing the rest of the post when FP2 comes later this afternoon,

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Here comes FP2 and the first 20 minutes have been uneventful, to say the least. Honestly, I didn't expect this to be so.... plain?

It's been now another 40 minutes of nothing. I can't believe the waste of time 😂 or maybe it's just me being exhausted, but this has been the most boring FP sessions I've seen this year so far, the others had at least a minor interesting occurrence worthy of comments but nope, not this one. France being France I guess... (I don't really like the French, sorry...).

I hope tomorrow's a little different at least, being FP3 and Quali on the same day, we need something exciting after 2 weeks waiting for a new race weekend!

Anyway, off to have lunch at almost 7pm like the fucking mess that I am on my free days before going back to hell tomorrow.

Let's hope tomorrow's better than this. The only highlight so far is Lewis' hair. It looks so good.

Other than that, boring as fuck if you ask me 😂 I don't even have decent pictures to post here either...

Peace out!

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Fernandez and Acosta set to Get on the GAS for 2024 MotoGP

GASGAS Factory Racing Tech3 will continue to showcase some of the best and brightest Spanish talent in MotoGP as Augusto Fernandez and Pedro Acosta will surge into the 2024 championship with the GASGAS RC16s. Reigning Moto2™ World Champion and notable 2023 MotoGP rookie, Augusto Fernandez, will remain with the GASGAS Factory Racing Tech3 squad for his second term at the highest level. The 26-year-old Majorcan caught the eye with points-scoring performances in all but two of the 14 Grands Prix so far this season and has posted a personal best 4th place at the French Grand Prix. In Japan last weekend he notched his second-best classification with 7th place through tricky rainy conditions at Motegi. Augusto has shown potential and maturity while also progressing with his adaptation to the 2023 GASGAS RC16. He will be joined by the man who could be next in line for the Moto2 gold medal. Pedro Acosta is in only his third full season of world championship competition but the prolific 19-year-old has won the Moto3 title (2021), Moto2 Grands Prix as a rookie (2022) and has snared 11 podiums from 14 rounds this year to head the standings by more than 50 points. Acosta has the ability, the racecraft and the sheer natural talent to join the MotoGP grid and complete a remarkable journey through the company’s talent structure from being Red Bull MotoGP Rookies Cup Champion in 2020 to premier class racer in 2024. GASGAS Factory Racing Tech3 rider, Pol Espargaro, will fill a crucial and very valued position for the Pierer Mobility Motorsport project next year. The likeable 32-year-old was part of this joint-decision for both the short and long-term future of the company’s MotoGP goals. Pol is greatly appreciated for his commitment and experience; right from the very first days of the Pierer Mobility Group’s MotoGP entry up until his dedicated quest to return to competitiveness after injury sustained earlier in 2023. #44 is an important asset for supporting talented young athletes and maintaining the strength of the current racing set-up and his humility is evidenced by the willingness to assist the next generation hoping to follow in his footsteps. Pol’s character, energy and abilities mean he will still be a prominent member of the MotoGP program on both sides of the pit wall. Pit Beirer, GASGAS Motorsports Director: “We had an important and difficult decision to make for our GASGAS team for 2024. Augusto has made impressive first steps in MotoGP and we are totally convinced he has the speed and the intelligence to keep on progressing. Pedro is a very special talent who has already won so much, so quickly and 2024 will be about him learning to take the next step with the big boys in MotoGP. I want to thank Pol for everything he has done and all he continues to do for us. This guy is super-tough and super-determined and that’s why we want to count on him as an important part of our structure. Pol’s openness and proactiveness deserves my deepest respect. It underlines his greatness as a person that he gave us a helping hand in this situation. It also shows his passion for the sport and his thoughts for the future. With these pieces in place and with Hervé, Nicolas, and all the team and their experience we have an exciting year ahead for the GASGAS brand.” Read the full article

#AugustoFernández #GASGAS #MotoGP #PedroAcosta

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His Good Sweater: Chapter 18

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Thanks to @acollectionofficsandshit for being my bestie and beta reading! This would have never happened without her ❤ Make sure you read Roman Profile, set in the same universe!

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Abu Dhabi holds a special place in Pierre's heart. The food is great, the views are spectacular, and there is always plenty to do to keep him busy. Night races are some of the more exciting races too and Pierre appreciated the variety.

Coming into the final race of the season, Pierre holds on to seventh in the championship by a few points. Perez sensed the usurper creeping up on his seat and had cranked it up to eleven.

Exams had kept you in London for the race in Brazil, where Pierre had finished sixth and Checo DNF'd. You had managed to fly out for the weekend in Saudi Arabia, where Perez had finished fifth and closed the gap to Pierre to only four points behind.

If Pierre didn't finish ahead of Perez this weekend, he was fucked. And he was at the distinct disadvantage of his good luck charm being absent, stuck in London finishing up your final few exams of the semester. Two weeks without seeing you coupled with barely hearing from you had worn on him. It wasn't purposeful on your part but Pierre's stress was already compressed like the suspension on his car. Stray an inch too far over the racing line, hit a curb too hard and it was liable to snap, sending bits and pieces flying.

Pierre checks his phone for the millionth time as he waits to check in to the hotel. Wednesday was late for this many crew members to be arriving. His main concern though was that you hadn't responded to the text he'd sent you upon landing.

"Look lively, will you?" Max claps Pierre on the shoulder and he slides his phone into his pocket. "It's the last race of the season. We get to go balls to the wall and leave it all out in the track. And here you are looking like a kicked puppy."

"Easy for you to say," Pierre starts, grinning at his friend. "You clinched the title weeks ago. You don't even have to race this weekend if you don't want to and you'd still win."

"Doesn't mean I won't be shooting for a podium."

Pierre rolls his eyes. "Yeah well we can't all be so lucky, can we?"

"Next year you'll be playing with the big dogs." Max hands the receptionist his ID, says a few words and turns back to Pierre. "Looking forward to having you as a teammate again. It was fun for those couple races and I'm sure you'll be a challenge now that you've found your groove."

"You're gonna jinx it if you keep talking." Pierre laughs, praying that it covers up the old wound Max's statement picked open. Pierre hated the idea of moving back to Red Bull but he didn't have much choice. He was still contracted to one of four Red Bull branded seats for next season. A promotion, at the very least, would help him showcase his talent and further cement his value. If he had to spend any longer than that with the team, ripping out his hair was a real possibility.

"Wasn't someone supposed to be with you this weekend?" Max quirks a brow. "Where is she?"

"In London." Max bringing you up doesn't help the pit forming in Pierre's stomach. Win or lose, seventh or eighth, Red Bull or Alpha Tauri, come Sunday Pierre wanted you at his side. Interview requests were bound to roll in either way and Pierre would need someone to ground him, a task much easier to accomplish if you were physically at his side.

"Too bad." Max clicks his tongue and takes his room keys from the receptionist. "It's gonna be a fun weekend."

"I don't think-"

Pierre's vision goes dark at the same time someone whispers, "Guess who?"

Pierre sucks in a breath, spins on his heel and wraps you in a hug in one smooth motion. You laugh as he lifts you off your feet and presses kisses to your cheeks.

"What are you doing here?" He grabs both suitcases and tugs you aside. His room can wait.

"Tost asked me to come." Your grin is contagious, its twin appearing on Pierre's own cheeks. "He said that since you were flying out from Milan on your own there was an extra seat on the jet, so if I got myself to Nice I could fly out with the Red Bull boys."

"Seven hours trapped in a tin can with Max, Yuki and Checo?" Pierre rubs his chest. "I've got heartburn just thinking about that."

"It wasn't so bad," you say, finally giving him a proper kiss. "Yuki and I just played games on our phones the whole time. And I beat Max at Scrabble."

"How many Dutch words did he try to use?"

"Mmm, about half the words he tried were definitely not English."

"Yep, sounds about right." Pierre throws an arm around your shoulders and leads you back to the reception desk. He pays for an upgraded room when you aren't looking- though when you're assigned a suite there's not much higher you can go- and slips the woman behind the counter an extra bill for good measure.

"I could use a nap," you note, leaning against Pierre like you'd otherwise fall over. "I didn't get much sleep last night."

Pierre checks his watch. "We've got time for a nap."

"We?" Your raised eyebrow is question enough. Pierre smiles and swipes his key card once you're in the elevator with him. He hadn't looked at the price of the room but he was positive it was more than he'd spent on a single night in his entire career, considering it occupies an entire floor of the swanky hotel.

"It's date night," Pierre says simply. Initially his plan had been to invite Charles over for a game of Fifa but the Monegasque wouldn’t fault him for cancelling at the last minute. "We're in one of the most luxurious cities in the world and I'm going to show you off every chance I get. The restaurant down stairs is to die for."

Your attempt at nodding along with what he says is thwarted by a yawn. "Sleep first, eat later." Seeing as it was impossible to deny you, Pierre simply drops a kiss to the crown of your head.

"Wait until you see our room." The way your eyes light up when he says our room makes him want to say it again and again just to see you sparkle.

"I know you upgraded it, Mr. I-think-I'm-sneaky." You uncurl yourself from against his arm when the elevator chimes. "How much did it cost?"

"A few extra pennies."

The stainless steel doors open directly into the suite. The living space is dominated by a curving crescent of full length windows overlooking the cerulean harbor and the jagged steel of the city skyline beyond. Suitcase forgotten, your jaw drags along the floor as you toe off your shoes in favor of sinking onto one of the half moon couches situated around a low coffee table.

"Did you get some sort of bonus you didn't tell me about?" Pierre sees your inner engineer cataloging the chandelier dripping crystals over the carved dining table and the pattern of the black veined marble flooring. "This cost more than a few pennies."

"I didn't really look at the price so it's possible," he admits. In the end it was worth it to see you like this, happy as a pig in mud. Pierre was in his element at the track you were in yours in beautiful buildings. For all Pierre cared you could be sharing a dingy room at a motel; it would still be five star worthy with you there.

Every once in a while though, you deserve a bit of pampering for all you put up with. Late nights and months apart wasn’t easy on either of you, but you stuck by him. And when the day comes that Pierre retires or loses his seat, you would be the one there to comfort him. Spending frivolous amounts of money to see you smile was nothing in the grand scheme of things.

In Pierre’s world, money is temporary, you are forever.

"Well I have half a mind to tear into you for spending so much on a room we won't spend all that much time in," you start, your star-speckled gaze landing on Pierre, "the view is too pretty to be upset about."

"Mine isn't half bad either." You laugh, tucking an errant hair behind your ear. You both know he isn’t referring to the glittering bay or the expensive furnishings.

"Up," Pierre demands softly, holding out his hand. Your hand is warm and dwarfed by his long fingers but you barely seem to notice. The heart in his chest pounds for no discernable reason as he leads you down the narrow hall past doors leading to what he can only assume are bedrooms and bathrooms, to the one at the end of the hall. Based on his mental floor plan this one has the best view, if he's guessed correctly.

Your breezy oh confirms his hunch. You stutter at the threshold, coming up short behind him to bathe in the beauty of the sea, dotted through with white sails. Sunlight twinkles off the waves and if he breathes deep enough, he can almost smell the salt.

"Come on," Pierre says with a chuckle, urging you to fall into the fluffy down of the bed with him. You follow reluctantly, too enamored by the sights to pay any real attention to how Pierre arranges your limbs to his liking, your head resting on his chest and your joined hands laying atop his stomach.

"How about that nap?" He murmurs, running the fingers of his free hand through your unbound hair.

You sigh and snuggle in closer. It was rare that Pierre had the opportunity to steal moments like this during a race week, when he had nothing better to do than tangle himself in you.

"I'll tell you a story."

Just as he expected, you leap at the offer. "Can you tell me the one about the time you and Charles got in trouble when you were karting?"

Normally he opts for something fictional that allows him to embellish the details to fit his narrative. Pierre loved spinning tales rife with laughter and intrigue but he also didn't mind indulging your curiosity.

"Yeah, I can tell that one. Let me set the scene. It's midnight on a Friday at a little track outside Rouen. Two gangly teenage boys, one French and one definitely, positively not French, have nothing better to do than get themselves in trouble…"

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Fans began whispering when Pierre set foot in the lobby. The price of stardom was high and had taken years to get used to. Some days the bombardment of people asking for photos and autographs overwhelmed him to the point he was desperate for an out. Most people respected his boundaries and when they sensed it was too much, they backed off. Other days it was simply too much and he would mumble excuses and book it out the door.

The pressure increases tenfold when he steps into the lobby with you on his arm, the pair of you dressed to the nines. He clocks a group of women- clearly tourists based on their body language- perched on a sofa the minute their low murmurs turn into excited squeals.

Pierre mentally braces for you to stiffen or stop altogether but you do neither. You carry on unaffected, either ignoring them or completely oblivious to the women who do nothing to hide their pointed stares.

"Table for two please." You smile at the restaurant host and then at Pierre. You must not have noticed the fans then. You were getting better at coping with the photos and whispers, although your smile usually became forced the longer it dragged on, the polar opposite of you currently beaming at him.

Pierre's shoulders sag a bit when you're led to a secluded table towards the rear of the dining space. Privacy wasn't a luxury he was often afforded. With his back to a wall of windows, there were fewer angles for people to approach from which was a small comfort.

Apparently you find sitting across from Pierre unacceptable because you shuffle your chair to his side of the table before plopping down in it. Pierre shoots you a questioning look but keeps his mouth shut. Inquiring after your motives didn't tend to end well for him.

Instead he leans over to kiss your cheek, relishing the blush his lips coax to the surface.

“It all sounds good,” you say, scanning the menu. “You’ve been here before, I take it?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah I have. It’s all wonderful.”

The fans from the lobby remain in the blurred fringes of his vision. Pierre does his best to focus on the waitress explaining the specials. He tunes in automatically to the fan’s heavily accented English as they argue with the host, vying for a table as close to Pierre as possible.

Their phones remain out as an annoyed waiter tries and fails to coax the gaggle of girls into ordering something. Pierre drags a hand through his hair.

Being the center of attention usually doesn't bother him. Coping with the spotlight and the scrutiny that accompanies it is second nature; if the press conferences at Spa in 2019 had taught him anything, it was the importance of a solid poker face. Fame is new to you though and interactions with polite fans make you nervous. Having your picture taken without permission and splashed on social media? Forget about it. Pierre didn't care to find out how you'd react.

"Don't be nervous." You lay a hand on Pierre's thigh. The touch is enough to temporarily pause his bouncing leg. "You're going to do amazing this weekend. All you have to do is finish in front of Checo and you're golden."

How you haven't noticed the girls giggling mere yards away is beyond him. The last thing he wants to do is ruin this perfect, beautiful moment of bliss. You look gorgeous with your painted lips and that sinful black dress that he doubts can be comfortable based on how it hugs your curves like water. To top it off, the pride in your gaze is something to behold, making it impossible to doubt himself when you so clearly and openly believe he can conquer the world.

But it's better to tell you now versus you finding out on social media later. "That's not what's bothering me."

"Oh?" You sit straighter and set the menu down. "What is it then? Because if it's Horner, I have no problem marching in there and chewing him out. Birdy will back me up."

Despite himself, Pierre can't hold back his smile. "Where did all this confidence come from, hmm?"

"I'm learning," you insist, nodding your head firmly. "I'm growing as a person and you should be proud."

"I never said I wasn't." Maybe you'd spent the last month at university interacting with racing fans on campus. Perhaps being exposed to endless questions in a setting you controlled was the key. "Did you take a course in confidence at university?"

You scrunch up your nose and laugh in the most adorable way. Pierre's heart lurches at the sight, regardless if it was him you were laughing at.

"No, but I did make a few new friends that have a habit of pestering me about you." You jab a finger in his side for good measure. "It helped, I think. I don't look for cameras as much anymore. You're my focus now, not paps that may or may not be lurking in bushes."

"I knew it." Pierre is slightly impressed that he'd hit the nail squarely on the head. "I figured there had to be someone at uni responsible for helping you out."

You shrug and purse your lips. "I guess we'll have to see how I handle this weekend. I mean, there's bound to be press trying to corner me, what with the stakes and all. But I think I can take them." You raise your fists in front of your face and Pierre has to laugh.

“Throw a punch like that and you’ll break a finger.” He takes one of your clenched fists in his and untucks your thumb from under your fingers. “That’s how you make a proper fist. And you hit with these knuckles here- make sure you distribute the blow across all four, or you’ll be hurting.”

“Regardless,” you say, jabbing the air a few times, “The shock factor of having little old me in their face ought to be enough to earn me an advantage.”

Pierre finishes the lap to circle back to the topic at hand. "How about we test your confidence?”

"Okay," you say, dragging out the 'a' until it hangs in the air between you like a spider's web.

Pierre rakes a hand through his hair and nods to the girls a few tables away. "They've been taking pictures since we sat down. I'm sure they'll be all over Instagram in an hour, if they aren't already."

You steal a glance at the table in question under the guise of grabbing something from your purse. You hum, contemplating how to go about responding. Pierre is almost certain you'll ask to head back upstairs where it's just the two of you, no cameras or outside influence to ruin your night. His wallet is already out under the table, ready to leave a hefty tip for putting up with your drink-and-dash.

“We aren’t doing anything interesting,” you point out, swirling the knuckle’s worth of whiskey in your glass. “Why do they feel the need to document every passing second?”

Pierre lifts a shoulder in a shrug. “It’s just what some people do. If you’re uncomfortable we can go.”

“Who said anything about leaving?” You scoff, the corners of your lips turned up in a teasing smile. “I figure the best course of action is to give them something worth photographing.”

“What do you-”

Pierre’s yelp is decidedly unsexy when you yank him forward by his tie and attach your lips to his. Caught entirely off guard, he flounders for a moment before he catches himself and sinks into you. One hand on your cheek and the other creeping up your thigh, Pierre slides his tongue over the seam of your lips. You don't hesitate to obey the silent command.

He should be embarrassed. He should be contemplating the consequences of this kiss being splashed across tabloids the world over. He can’t bring himself to care, not when you’re the only release he needs and something as simple as a kiss sets his skin alight and causes any sane thoughts to trickle from his head.

Nothing matters. You're kissing him and your hand is a few inches below his hip on his right thigh, burning a brand that he prays leaves a puckered pink scar. Your scent and your mouth and your unmistakable hiss of pleasure saps the worry from his limbs. He's floating up off his chair, lungs filling with helium as you steal every last molecule of oxygen from the room.

Just like that, Pierre is the one that's roaring to leave for an entirely different reason.

Your hand on his jaw keeps your lips a hair's breadth apart as you whisper, "Are they staring?"

A blissed out nod is all he manages. Thoughts evade him and speaking is utterly out of the question when your lips are within striking distance. He surges forward for another kiss, heavier on teeth than on tongue. He makes sure to hold your lower lip between his teeth longer than necessary, putting on a show now that you've given him permission.

"Pierre," you murmur, using the hand splayed on his chest to push him away. The whine that escapes him is wholly unintentional. Thankfully it's low enough that only you hear, pressing a finger to your sinful lips.

"Down, boy." You extricate his hand from the dimpled flesh of your hip and place it chastely in his own lap. "We've accomplished what I wanted to."

Saying you tossing a wink over your shoulder at the intrusive fans isn't the hottest thing he's ever seen would be a lie. Pierre needed to be sure to thank Daniel's girlfriend the next time he saw her for whatever the hell she said to finally bestow you with a healthy serving of self-assurance because this new you is an entirely different entity, one Pierre intends to explore at the next opportunity.

"Problem solved." You brush your hands together and Pierre half expects to see dust clouds in the air like you'd just finished a woodshop project.

Pierre's brain is operating on a ten second delay. So really, normal operating procedure when he was in your vicinity. "I don't think we've accomplished everything I'd like to get done."

"We have a dinner to finish first." You pick up your menu and resume browsing like you hadn't just forcibly ripped his appetite for anything other than you right out of him. "The salmon sounds good, don't you think?"

"You sound good," Pierre mumbles under his breath and picks up his own menu. God, he'd love to let his fingers drift to the apex of your thighs. You’re always cute when you squirm. It was so simple to do too, all you needed was a brush of his knuckle to your center and you'd be gasping.

"Are you ready to order?"

The soft-spoken waitress bursts Pierre's bubble. She brings fresh drinks and jots down an order of two salmon fillets and leaves with a smile.

How Pierre has managed to make it this long without fucking you is beyond him. From the moment you surprised him in the lobby, his limbs have been thrumming with energy. And now your surprise kiss had been the pebble that preceded an avalanche of feverish longing. Those red painted lips would look better wrapped around his-

The pointed toe of your shoe digs into his calf. "Quit staring."

"Either you let me daydream or you let me take you upstairs,” Pierre quips back, licking his lips before he can catch himself.

"Can we get through one date without you mentally undressing me?"

Pierre dips his grin in a vat of lust, his words dripping with waxy promise. "No. Not when I know that as soon as we're alone, you'll let me do what I want."

"And what about what I want?" Your pouted lip does absolutely nothing but push his mind further in the gutter.

"Your wish is my command." His hand floats under the hem of your dress to graze along your core. And there it is, that sound he would swim across oceans to hear, your chastizing gasp of surprise.

The cross way you whisper his name is a thing of dreams. No one else's name sounded like that on your tongue, that honor is reserved solely for Pierre. The two breathless syllables are more exhilarating than standing on the top step. The rush of adrenaline that accompanies them is ten times what he is rewarded with when passing a world champion on track. He'll give it all up to hear you repeat it when you're pissed or lonely or tired- he just wants your voice echoing in his ears like a broken record.

You move his hand a safe distance down your thigh, nearly at your knee. Pierre gives your leg a sharp squeeze. "Can we please get our dinner to go?"

"Not tonight. You can wait, mon amour."

The French rolls off your tongue awkwardly but Pierre will be the last to complain. Your encyclopedic knowledge of which buttons to press when had come back to bite him in the ass.

"That's not fair." His pout is a mirror image of the one you turned on him earlier. "You can't use my own language against me."

You pat your pockets as if searching for something and shrug when you come up empty. "I don't see a rulebook anywhere."

Reminding you what happens when you tease him shoots to the top of his to do list. "I'll play if you wanna play, ma chérie. Don't bite off more than you can chew."

"I think you're forgetting who usually wins off track."

Pierre can't help it. He takes advantage of his superior reflexes and surges forward to claim another searing kiss. You did normally win and it wasn't for lack of trying on his end. No matter the tactic he employed, you generally got the better of him. Not that he minded.

"Why don't you come here?" He purposely grazes his lips to your ear as he speaks and grins when a shiver runs down your spine.

"Because we are in public," you hiss back, though the way your head tips to the side betrays you. Pierre's nose touches the underside of your jaw and you struggle to find your breath.

"We should eat." A self satisfied smile splits his face when he notices your heaving chest and wild eyes.

"When did our food get here?" Pierre did that. He got you so worked up that you blocked out your surroundings so thoroughly that you hadn't heard the clink of plates. Pierre wears that fact like a badge of honor.

"A minute or so ago. Remind me again who's winning?"

"We may be even," you relent, adjusting the skirt of your dress. Yeah, even isn't the word he would pick, considering how flustered you are. It's a good thing Pierre has learned to eat with one hand because he doesn't plan on moving the arm currently slung over the back of your chair anytime soon. His finger traces the letters of his name on the bare skin of your shoulder. Whether you realize what he's writing or not you lean into him as you eat, falling in closer with each lemon-scented bite.

"Excuse me?"

You don't bother to look up but Pierre does. Disappointment washes over him when he is met by one of the fans, apparently deeming now to be the appropriate time to approach him, while clearly on a date, in the middle of a meal.

"I'll be happy to take a photo once I'm done." Sometimes passive aggressiveness works best with people like this, who have no regard for personal space. "Right now I would prefer to be alone, thanks."

"Oh, right." The blonde giggles, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "You two make a… cute couple?" The end of her sentence turns up and your fork falls to your plate.

Pierre tucks you a little closer to his side, both possessive and reassuring. "We know."

Your discomfort is plain, the way you curl in on yourself making his heart hurt. But you surprise him by taking a deep breath and turning to the woman with a smile.

"If you'd let us finish our meal, I would appreciate it. We can stop by on our way out and chat with you." Sylvie would be proud of that answer. Diplomatically phrased and said with a smile that negates any negative connotations.

"Of course." The blonde's smile is sickly sweet. To Pierre she adds, "Good luck on Sunday."

Pierre nods. The woman's rude behavior didn't warrant a verbal response. She mumbles a feeble goodbye before slinking back to her friends. If nothing else at least their whispers died down, put out by his behavior.

Pierre loves his fans. Without them he wouldn't have a sport to compete in, and of course he appreciated their endless support. Stopping for photos or autographs had gotten him in trouble with Marko multiple times for being late to meetings that usually turned out to be pointless anyway. As a whole, their enthusiasm gives him an extra boost on Sundays and lifts his spirits after a bad weekend.

And then sometimes there were people like the blonde woman that had interrupted his dinner. Those people he has far less tolerance for. Basic manners were imperative to Pierre giving someone the light of day, otherwise he saw no need to waste time and energy on them.

"All good, ma chérie?" Pierre rubs your shoulder, hoping it'll stave off any anxiety.

"I'm good," you confirm with a nod of your head. "Let's finish up and go to our room."

Pierre presses a kiss to your temple and scarfs down the remainder of his meal in record time. He flags down the waitress and hands her his card, leaving a substantial tip when she returns with the check.

“Can you distract that table?” Pierre asks, aware of how unusual the request likely is. “I’d like to get out of here without making a scene.”

“Of course,” the waitress says with a warm, sincere smile. Pierre waits until she loudly announces, “Excuse me? Your card has been declined, do you have another method of payment?”

Neither of you can contain your laughter as you stumble through the lobby. In the sanctity of the elevator, Pierre wraps his arms around your middle and molds himself against you. "You look especially gorgeous tonight."

"You're not too bad yourself." One of your hands finds the nape of his neck, guiding his face to the crook of your shoulder. Pierre takes the invitation at face value and nips at the sensitive skin. Your hum goes straight to his cock, twitching against the swell of your ass.

"I win," you purr, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging.

For once Pierre is glad to be in the world's slowest elevator. Since he's already lost, he might as well lose in style. He spins you to face the mirrored wall. And because he knows it'll make you tremble, he trails his hand lazily over your throat to grip your jaw.

A low moan leaves your parted lips. Pierre studies your reflection, from your hands gripping the railing to the skin dimpling beneath his fingers.

"Fine, you win this time. But I think you and I both know, I'll come out ahead in the end."

**********

Waking up to soft kisses will never get old. Thirty years from now when Pierre was retired and you fell asleep each night with his arms around you, you'd still yearn for the brush of his lips to your cheeks, neck, and shoulders to rouse you from the violet shores of sleep.

"Good morning," you mumble, a sentiment which Pierre echoes with his gruff, sleep tinged voice. "Sleep well?"

"Best sleep I've ever gotten. You tired me out last night." You both grin at the reminder. Fueled by a slight tinge of jealousy after the women at the restaurant made eyes at him, you had refused to let him tumble into bed until well past midnight, when you both were well and truly exhausted. Thursday is press day, nothing strenuous that he couldn't afford to be a little sore for.

Pierre rolls to straddle your hips, lips capturing yours for a proper kiss. The taste of freshly brushed mint makes your skin tingle when he tugs your lip between his teeth.

"It's too early for that." You throw your arms around his neck and urge him to bend his elbows until he falls atop you. It takes him a moment to snuggle in, his head on your chest and his arms sliding under your middle.

You're convinced that ten minutes in this position can cure any ailments, physical or mental. The weight of your soulmate pressing into you, forcing you to focus on breathing instead of whatever might be bothering you. It's easy to forget about the outside world when everything you require to be happy is wrapped around you like a blanket.

You stroke a hand over Pierre's hair until his breathing evens out, only rousing him when the sun peeks over the harbor. Amiable silence fills the space as hues of orange and pink paint Pierre in swaths of color. Suddenly you're seeing him for the first time, completely enamored by the angles of his cheekbones and the sharp cut of his stubbled jaw. The golden hour of dawn shines on it's golden boy, his lashes brushing his cheeks as he turns towards the warmth calling him home.

"Pyry and I are going for a run soon if you'd like to come with us."

You cringe. Running used to be fun when you were in school, but seeing as you hadn't properly trained in years you doubted you could keep up with a pair of professionals. "How about you text me when you're back and I'll come to the gym with you? It looks fancy, if George's snaps are anything to go by."

Pierre trails kisses up your sternum, over your neck and only speaks once he's reached your lips. "Looking at other men, are you?"

"Shut up," you laugh, shoving him off you. "I'll have you know it was a rare shirt on picture, thank you very much. I don't need to see George shirtless ever again."

A satisfied, "Good," rumbles from Pierre's chest and he stands to stretch the lingering sleep from his limbs. Clad in nothing but a pair of white four inch inseam shorts and with his back to you, you grin as an idea forms. You scramble forward before he can process you moving and smack his ass so hard he yelps.

"Gotcha!" You devolve into a fit of giggles as he rubs the spot you hit, whining about you taking advantage of his distraction.

"You like it," you tease, and Pierre remains strictly pouty for two whole seconds before he breaks into a grin and nods. "Now put on a shirt and get downstairs before Pyry calls you and you get reamed for being late again."

Pierre leans down for one last kiss before rushing off to the lobby. Waking up before the sun leaves you plenty of time to laze about if you choose to. Kicking your butt into gear seems like the better option so you drag yourself out of the relative warmth of the sheets and shuffle to the kitchen in search of coffee.

Apparently the suite came fully stocked with a handful of different freshly ground blends, and much to your delight you recognize one of your favorites. You scroll through the room service menu on your phone while it brews. Without a doubt Pyry would rope you in to whatever workout he had planned for Pierre, albeit giving you a watered down version of what he gave the driver. Regardless, it would still be grueling and you needed to fuel up.

A hearty breakfast of fresh fruit and cinnamon sugar oatmeal shows up at your door ten minutes later. You're just finishing up when Pierre's snapchat comes through and you nearly choke.

Come on down baby

The sweaty, shirtless selfie that accompanies the caption is wholly unnecessary. Pierre's stupid tongue sticks out and the fingers of one hand are tangled in his hair. The muscle of his bicep is perfectly flexed, an obvious but appreciated attempt to rile you up. You shamelessly screenshot the photo before it disappears to save it for later.

You change into a simple set of leggings and a loose t-shirt and head to the elevator, curating your music queue on the way down.

The outdoor gym overlooks a pool of the same crystalline blue as the sea not far beyond. A few Alpha Tauri and Red Bull team members you recognize occupy a handful of machines. You wave at the ones you recognize, including Alana- she was a sight for sore eyes. You make a mental note to catch up with her at some point today, as you're sure to cross paths again.

Pyry spots you before Pierre does and waves you over. "Start stretching," the fin orders, "I'm glad you dressed for the occasion this time."

"I've learned my lesson." You plop down next to Pierre and lean into a stretch to stage whisper, "He drives you this hard?"

"Get used to it." Pierre shoots you a grin that sets you on fire. He's got a shirt on now, which means he only took it off earlier to send you that snap. Tease.

Any other time you'd chide him for his behavior but this weekend you let it slide. Tension has been brewing since the moment you spotted him across the lobby; simple things tip you off to the stress winding up in him. If flirting could offer him a small amount of release, then so be it, even if it was torturous for you to see him like this and be unable to do anything about it.

"If you two can't get through this without making heart eyes at each other I'll separate you," Pyry warns, pushing at your shoulders and helping you stretch a few more inches. You hide your wince and laugh, leaning into the slight burn.

"Sorry coach," Pierre chimes in, "I'll keep my hands to myself, don't worry." He accepts Pyry's hand to be pulled to his feet. Bouncing on his toes he throws a few punches at the air and catches your gaze over his trainer's shoulder.

"Definitely not you I'm worried about."

As Pyry says it, you blow Pierre a kiss. You quickly tuck your hands behind your back when Pyry's head whips around. Your cheshire grin gets you off the hook and Pyry just points to the stationary bike in silent command. At least he was going easy on you.

Headphones pumping a Pierre curated playlist, you lose track of time as you cycle mile after mile. Pierre sparring on the fringes of your vision helps distract you from burning muscles. Sweat soaks his black tee and is absorbed by the waistband of his oddly patterned orange and white shorts. No matter how incessantly you tease him for his fashion choices, he never fails to amaze you for how well he pulls it all off.

Lost in the music and the incredible view, it takes you a moment to realize Pierre's lips aren't just moving silently. You yank out an ear bud and blubber, "What did you say?"

Pierre's breathless laugh is accompanied by a shake of his head. He half curls in on himself, hands on his hips and mouth agape as he tries to catch his breath. The image stirs memories of the last night, when he was panting just like that but with nothing obscuring you from drinking in his godlike muscled body.

"I said," Pierre starts, walking over to kiss your cheek, "I need a shower before press. I'm going upstairs. You can stay here and Pyry can take you through some more-"

"No thanks!" Pyry shrugs off your immediate refusal. Training top tier athletes and training you sat at polar opposite ends of the spectrum and often times the Fin pushed you farther than you thought capable. You'd like to be able to function tomorrow, thank you very much.

The elevator ride to the suite is filled with salted kisses and wet touches. A breadcrumb trail of clothing leads from the stainless steel doors to the glass encased shower. There's not enough time to worship Pierre like you'd wanted to but he sighs when you run a soapy cloth over his body. Your lips follow the suds, leaving light kisses to the tender muscles. By the time you pour shampoo in your palm and lightly scratch at his scalp to work it into a lather, he's practically purring.

Media appearances are a necessary part of being a driver. Pierre usually handled them well enough on his own and occasionally with Sylvie's help when she could be bothered to get off her phone for a few minutes, but having you with him is different. You pride yourself on reading him well enough to know exactly what he needs. Some days, when the press isn't a pack of rabid animals, he returns to his driver's room and needs nothing more than a quick kiss to have him righted. On days when the pack of piranhas descend to feast on the bones of a bad session or the whispering of drama, a delicate touch is required.

If your suspicion proves right, today would be the latter. Being ahead of the frenzy might take the edge off when Pierre got in the thick of it.

When the tap cuts off, you step out and wrap Pierre in a fluffy towel. His smile communicates how grateful he is- and that he knows what you're doing.

You hand him a stack of Alpha Tauri branded clothes and sit on the foot of the bed. "Do you want me to come to the paddock with you?"

Pierre pauses with his shirt half on. "If you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind." You pluck a few of his rings from the nightstand and hold out your hand. "You have to complete the look."

"What would I do without you," he murmurs, slipping one on his pinky and one on the thumb of his opposite hand.

"Probably be ridiculed for your lack of fashion sense."

**********

As a driver's girlfriend, you had come to grips with being relegated to a background role when it came to team events. You have to ask Sylvie to repeat herself twice before her words sink in.

"Come with me to the media pen," the woman grits out. Apparently Tost intended to have some fun torturing the woman before he fired her at the end of the season. Hopefully whoever Pierre got stuck with next was a bit more personable than Sylvie.

"Pierre told me to wait here," you say, gesturing to the garage buzzing around you. You were a rock and the mechanics were the stream, parting around you without a care in the world. You were barely a blip on their radar, everyone too honed in on their tasks to pay you any mind.

"And now I'm telling you to come with me. The other wives and girlfriends are in attendance and it'll look odd if you're not there too." Clearly, Sylvie didn't like the idea. And any idea that pissed Sylvie off sounded like a good one.

"I know the way," you say and breeze past her. Your feet follow the familiar path to the cluster of reporters crowded around metal gates, keeping the drivers in like caged animals. It was fitting, considering how often people referred to the sport as a traveling circus.

Pierre is already knee deep in an interview with one of the more popular journalists in the bunch, Will Buxton. Careful to stay out of the lens, you lean against the guardrail to listen in. So far it seems to be going well, Pierre's laugh brings a smile to your face.

"So, Pierre." Will shifts on his feet, pausing to create a sense of drama. "Your seat for next year. We know you'll be in Alpha Tauri or at Red Bull. Only a few points separate you from being demoted right back to eighth in the championship, which would officially relegate you to keep your seat at Alpha for the upcoming season. Are you worried about a mechanical problem or an accident stripping you of your chance to prove yourself and leaving you stuck where you are?"

Your stomach sinks. Buxton knew how to phrase a question, you had to give him that. Each word had been carefully chosen to elicit an emotional response from Pierre. You hate seeing him backed into a corner, forced to answer the same questions again and again, helpless to prevent it.

"Well first of all I'd like to stay that I'm not stuck at Alpha." Pierre shifts his weight and you exhale. Buxton's poisoned dart had missed its mark.

"Given a few years of development I know we could have a really competitive car. But it's more so that I'm ready to move up, fight with the leaders now instead of waiting. I'm in my prime and I don't want to let that pass me by.

"So no, I'm not worried about things that are out of my control. My team has given me an amazing car this year and I'm not concerned about mechanical problems. Things out of my control aren't worth my energy. There's nothing I can do about it so I don't even give it thought. I'll focus on my driving and pushing my limit- if an accident happens, I'm just a passenger."

"Well said." Buxton nods and turns away, effectively dismissing Pierre. As soon as he's out of the camera's view he's reaching for you and you meet him halfway. Sylvie trails after you as Pierre leads you through to the Alpha garage.

"Five minutes until your briefing," Alana says the second you enter. "And hey girl. Don't think I've forgotten about that sweater I loaned you. I still want it back!"

Your friend doesn't leave any room for rebuttal before heading for the conference room, presumably to set up whatever presentation she had created. Sylvie had disappeared too, leaving you as the only one for Pierre to focus on.

"You think I can do it?" He asks quietly, playing with your interlaced fingers.

"I don't think." You tilt his chin up so he's looking at you. "I know. And I'll be right here when you cross that line on Sunday and bring home points. You've got this, baby. Don't doubt yourself now."

"Pierre!"

Your grip on his chin prevents him from following the voice, not that he would if he could. You shoot him a raucous grin, "Red Bull colors would look pretty good on me, huh?"

Pierre's smile is brighter than all the stars in the sky. "Anything with my name on it will do.”

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