#this is. arthur and oscar

[potato-lord-but-not]

I will start sobbing violently no one look at me

Poem by Natalie Wee

[no-144444]

the grid: when the media says something insane...

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req: Hi, I'd like to request a blurb about the drivers reacting to reader being talked bad about from an interviewer. Scenario-Interviewer: "Do you think the reason you lost today's race is because 'y/n' was here and had something to do with it?"

featuring: Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Alex Albon, Franco Colapinto, Logan Sargeant, Daniel Riccardo, Liam Lawson, Charles LeClerc, Carlos Sainz, Arthur LeClerc, Ollie Bearman, Max Verstappen, Paul Aron, Jack Doohan.

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Oscar Piastri: makes the interviewer feel dumb asf

“And how do you feel about the DNF today, knowing that it's breaking your record of competing in every lap so far this year? Is there any specific reason as to why you might’ve made that mistake? I did see some new faces in the garage today,” Danica asked.

Oscar frowned. “What are you trying to say?”

“I was just wondering if you count your partner, Y/n, as a bad luck charm now. This is her first Grand Prix, isn’t it?” 

He actually laughed in her face. “Do you seriously believe in shit like that?” he chuckled. “And no, it’s not her first, nor will it be her last.”

Danica stood, embarrassed. 

“Do you have any other questions?” he asked, polite as ever. She didn’t respond. “Thanks for the joke anyway, that was actually quite funny,” Oscar added as he moved onto the next interview, a bright smile on his face despite the poor race result.

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Lando Norris: insults the interviewer

“And how do you feel about the DNF today, knowing that it's cementing your loss in the Driver’s Championship? Is there any specific reason as to why you might’ve made that mistake? I did see some new faces in the garage today,” Danica asked.

He stared at her for a moment, trying to compose himself. “If you’re talking about my girlfriend, I’d suggest you just come out and say it, Danica.”

“Alright then, do you see her as a bad luck charm now? Considering this is her first race, if I’m right,” she asked outright. Jenson rolled his eyes beside her as Martin just chuckled. 

“Not at all, she’s here to support me and I’d much rather have her here for a day like today than a win. It’s called a support system Danica, I’m aware of the fact that you’re not a fan of those, but some of us actually benefit from caring about other people. And another thing, all of my bad races, you’ve been there. Maybe you’re the bad luck charm,” his voice cut through the tension in the cold Las Vegas air like a knife, and Jenson and Martin just started laughing as Danica stood there dumbfounded. “Maybe I should ask Sky to not bring you around as much.” 

He handed the microphone back and continued on with his day, then posted this later: 

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landonorris: idc if ur bad luck ur too sexy to let go of 🥴

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Lewis Hamilton: protective much?

“It’s Y/n’s first race in years, and yet you DNF for the first time in months, do you want to give us some insight to that?” Danica asked. 

Lewis’s eyebrow raised and an annoyed smile made its way onto his face. “What are you saying right now?”

“Well, it’s just strange that her first race in years, 2 to be exact, is the one you don’t finish.”

“Are you trying to insinuate that she’s bad luck or something?” 

“Is that what you believe her to be?” 

“Fuck no,” he scoffed. “She’s my wife, is what she is. I’m grateful that she’s here. I love to share my love of motorsport with my wife, and I don’t feel sorry for the media that she's been preoccupied with being pregnant and busy to be here for the last 2 years. I love having her come and support me, and I’m happy that I didn’t finish the fucking race, I get more time with my family now. I cannot believe you enjoy making shitty headlines like this. Danica, maybe just stick to fucking driving.”

With that, he walked away, and later made this post:

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton: my good luck charms xx

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George Russell: flabbergasted that someone would have the audacity 

“Sorry about the result today George, do you feel like external factors made it more difficult for today’s race?” Danica questioned. 

“Y’know, it’s been pretty tough all year with the car but it really felt like we pulled back to the top today, and it was just a shame that Lando went wide and pushed me into the gravel,” he shrugged.

“And you don’t see your girlfriend as a bad luck charm? It is her first race, right?”

He death-stared her for a moment. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Well, we just wanted to know how you react to knowing that it’s her first race and it’s also the race you DNFed in.”

“I don’t have a reaction,” he scoffed. “Your headlines are going to be written anyway, it doesn’t matter what I say. I don’t see her as bad luck or whatever rubbish you’re going to paint this as, and I don’t really care what you think about it. Anyway, it’s not like you have the monopoly on perfect races, Danica.” 

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Kimi Antonelli: awkward and insulted 

“Sorry about the result today Kimi, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for today’s race?” Danica questioned. 

“Umm…” he trailed off, looking at George confused. George shook his head, silently telling him not to answer. “I don’t know what you mean?” 

“Well there were external factors, obviously, but also your girlfriend was in the paddock for the first time this weekend, correct?”

He nodded. 

“So do you see her as some sort of bad luck charm, or something?”

He pulled a face of disgust for a split second. “No, not at all. She went to every single one of my F2 races so I don’t see how she could have been bad luck here when she was not bad luck there,” he shrugged. 

“So she’s not bad luck?” 

He chuckled awkwardly. “N-no. Like I say, she was at every one of my F2 races. I think she is lucky, if anything.” 

He walked away confused as George reassured him that they were just fishing for headlines and to ‘not give them the time of day’. He was slightly worried that you would think you were a bad luck charm and quickly found you and showed you that you weren’t.

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Alex Albon: shocked. 

“Sorry about the race today Alex, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for today’s race?” Danica questioned. 

“Umm,” he kind of chuckled. “I don’t think so? I mean it was so wet so I’m not shocked that I went off.”

“But in the garage, do you think you would’ve been more focused if your girlfriend hadn’t been there?”

He just stared at her with a slightly shocked smile as she held the microphone to his face. “Did you actually just ask that?”

She didn’t answer, just nodding. 

“Well, why don’t we think back to every other race she’s been at this year. Monaco, Canada, Silverstone, Austria, and Baku, which were all my best races this season, apart from maybe Canada.”

“Yes, but today she was-”

“In the garage, the same as she always is. Wow, you’ll really do anything for a headline.”

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Franco Colapinto: Sassy asf 

“Sorry about the crash today, glad to see you’re ok Franco. Do you think this weekend has been a bit more difficult because of distractions or something new being in a paddock? We saw that it was your girlfriend's first GP this weekend, could she have anything to do with it?” Danica asked. 

He did a double take, staring at her. “¿Qué? Is that really what you think?” 

She shrugged. “It’s only a question.”

“It’s a stupid question,” he scoffed. “¿Por qué traería mala suerte? She has been at every race so far and I haven’t seen anyone complaining.” (Why would she be bad luck?)

“So she’s not bad luck?”

He laughed. “Do I have to repeat things 3 times for you to understand?”

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Logan Sargeant: angry

“Sorry about the result today Logan, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for today’s race?” Danica questioned. 

He stared at her, then pushed the mic away from him. “I’m not answering stupid fucking questions about my girlfriend.”

And he walked off. And posted this later…

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logansargeant: let's not bring my girlfriend into this, yeah?

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Daniel Riccardo: plays it off. 

“Sorry about the end of the race today Danny, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for today’s race?” Danica questioned. 

He laughed, thinking she was joking. His eyes widened when he realised she wasn’t. “You think I can’t race because my girlfriend is in the back of the garage?”

“It is her first GP, correct?” 

He chuckled. “No, no it’s not. She’s always there, and anyways, I’m in the car, it’s not like I have all the time in the world to stare at her ass or something,” he smiled. “I know she’s beautiful but I don’t exactly see her when I’m going to the straight at 200 kilometres an hour.”

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Liam Lawson: sassy man apocalypse 

“Sorry about the end of the race today Liam, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for today’s race?” Danica questioned. 

“What do you mean?” he asked, confused about the question. 

“Your girlfriend was here for the first time, could she be a bad luck charm for the team?”

“I don’t think she is but I do know that your interviews make me feel pretty fucking unlucky,” he scoffed before walking off. 

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Charles LeClerc: laughs in their face

“Charles, what do you think about the people saying that Y/n is bad luck in the garage?”

He started laughing and didn’t stop for about a minute. He was as bad as Lando, to the point that Carlos had to actually walk him off the fan stage. He came back on, teary-eyed and smiling. “I think it’s quite funny.”

“Evidently,” Carlos scoffed. 

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Carlos Sainz: …

“Carlos, what do you think about the people saying that Y/n is bad luck in the garage?” Danica asked.

“What people are saying that?” he asked. 

“The media,” she answered. 

“Well they always have bullshit to say. I’m just surprised they had the balls to go after my wife,” he scoffed. “They’ll be hearing from my lawyers.”

“That sounds extreme-”

“It’s defamation of character and she’s my wife. Nothing is extreme.” 

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Arthur LeClerc: Won’t answer

“Sorry about the race today Arthur, do you think there are other factors, such as distractions, that messed up your race?”

“What a stupid question, no,” he scoffed before walking away. 

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Ollie Bearman: insulted

"Sorry about your race today Ollie, do you think that your partner Y/n being here might be a bad omen?"

He stared at her. "No. Why would she be?"

"It's her first GP and you DNF, if that's not bad luck I'm not sure what is."

"That's pretty rude," he scoffed. "Don't bring my girlfriend into this."

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Max Verstappen: guys…

"Sorry about your race today Max, do you think that your partner Y/n being here might be a bad omen?"

He stared at her, his eyes dark. "Fuck off."

"Excuse me?"

"That's bullshit, don't bring my family into this. If I have a bad race, I have a bad race, that's just how it goes. She isn't bad luck, she isn't for you to make headlines about and she's not here to just be a good omen. She's my partner and she's here to support me, that's it."

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Paul Aron: laughs in their face…

"How do you feel about the result to day, do you think things could've been different if someone wasn't distracting you?"

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"We saw your race engineer giving out to you and your partner Y/n for distracting you. Do you think she might now be a bad luck charm?"

He scoffed, laughing in her face. "Bullshit, someone turned into me and I didn't have enough time to react. Your headline can be about that, keep my girlfriend out of this."

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Jack Doohan: so normal about it! (...)

“Sorry about the race today Jack, do you think there are other factors, such as distractions, that messed up your race?”

He knew what they were trying to say. “Do you want to just say what you want to say to my face?” 

She was taken aback. “Do you think Y/n is a bad luck charm?”

He scoffed. “You’re seriously fishing for headlines when someone could’ve been seriously injured? That’s pathetic. And another thing, she’s not a fucking bad luck charm, she’s my partner, she’s not just a headline for you to fuck with.”

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[ari-ana-bel-la]

hiii how are you ?

can I request a dad Charles where his daughter tells everyone that she French instead of Monegasque (just like Arthur) and Charles is just losing it every time she says it

She's Monegasque, not French

It started innocently, as most things with toddlers do.

Charles was sitting in the Ferrari motorhome, his three-year-old daughter Yn nestled comfortably in his lap, her tiny hands clutching a crayon-streaked drawing of what she insisted was “Papa’s race car.” The sun was bright, the paddock buzzing with media and mechanics and laughter as the summer European leg of the season carried on in full swing.

And then it happened.

“Papa,” she said sweetly, tilting her head up at him, eyes wide and so heartbreakingly sincere, “I’m French.”

Charles blinked.

“Quoi?” he said, pulling back slightly, eyebrows lifting in gentle confusion. “Ma chérie, no, you’re not French. You’re Monegasque, like Papa.”

Yn looked at him, lips pursed, deep in thought. And then she gave a little shrug. “Non. I’m French, like Uncle Thur.”

Charles groaned softly and let his head fall back against the couch. “Not this again.”

From across the room, Arthur—lounging lazily in a chair, eating grapes like he was Caesar in a past life—choked on his laughter.

“I didn’t teach her that,” Arthur said through wheezes. “She came up with it on her own. Genius, really.”

“You encourage it!” Charles accused, pointing an indignant finger at his younger brother. “You always say you’re French!”

“Well, I am French,” Arthur said with a grin. “Monegasque passport and everything. And clearly, Yn has excellent taste.”

“Excellent taste in traitors. And Monaco is not France,” Charles muttered, pulling Yn closer as if cuddling her tightly would somehow absorb her back into Monegasque pride.

But it didn’t stop there.

No, Yn had decided. French it was.

She told the Ferrari PR team she was French when they asked where she was from. She announced it proudly to the camera when someone tried to film a cute moment with her and her dad. She whispered it solemnly to Carlos while sitting in his lap eating strawberries.

“Papa’s sad ‘cause I’m French,” she told Carlos.

Carlos, eyes sparkling with mischief, leaned in conspiratorially. “That’s okay, Princesa. I’m Spanish, and he still talks to me.”

“Does he love you?” Yn asked, dead serious.

Carlos blinked. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Then maybe he’ll still love me even if I’m French.”

Behind them, Charles face-palmed.

The drivers got wind of it quickly—because of course they did.

By the next day, the jokes were relentless.

“So,” Lando said at breakfast in the hotel, stirring sugar into his coffee like he was preparing to deliver a monologue. “Do I address her as ‘Mademoiselle Yn’ now or...?”

“She’s not French,” Charles groaned.

“She told my engineer she wants her birthday cake in the shape of the Eiffel Tower,” Max deadpanned, walking by and tossing Charles a sympathetic look. “Good luck with that.”

Even Seb, who was visiting that weekend with his kids, gave Charles a comforting pat on the back. “At least she’s not saying she’s German. Yet.”

And then there was Esteban.

“Oh, this is fantastique,” Esteban beamed, scooping Yn up in the paddock one afternoon. “You’re French, just like me!”

Yn squealed and threw her arms around his neck. “Oui!”

Charles practically melted into the tarmac. “Mon dieu…”

But it was Arthur who reveled in it most.

He started wearing a beret. A beret, for god’s sake.

One afternoon in the hospitality tent, he presented Yn with a baguette and a small fake mustache. “For my fellow French citizen,” he declared proudly.

“Merci, Uncle Thur!” Yn beamed, sticking the mustache crookedly on her nose.

“I am living in a cartoon,” Charles mumbled into his hands.

No amount of explaining helped.

“But Monaco is in France,” she argued one night while Charles tucked her into bed in the team’s motorhome. “It’s right there.”

“No, chérie,” Charles said gently, brushing her curls back. “It’s close, but it’s its own country. Like Papa said before, remember?”

“I like France better.”

He sighed and tried the next best tactic: bribery.

“If you say you’re Monegasque again,” he whispered conspiratorially, “Papa will buy you ten ice creams tomorrow.”

Yn narrowed her eyes, suspicious. “What kind?”

“Any kind. Strawberry. Chocolate. All of them.”

“Hmm…” she tapped her chin with exaggerated thought. “I still wanna be French.”

He clutched his chest. “Traitor.”

The situation hit a new peak during the Saturday driver briefing. Yn, accompanied by Carlos and Charles, had been allowed to come along briefly before things got official. She toddled in wearing sunglasses way too big for her face and a little Ferrari cap.

Yuki crouched down to her level with a big smile. “Bonjour, Mademoiselle Yn.”

“I’m French!” she declared proudly, striking a pose.

Yuki laughed. “That’s so cool! Then you must know that Uncle Pierre is also French!”

Yn froze.

All the drivers went still.

Charles raised his head slowly, eyes narrowing.

Yn’s nose scrunched up.

“…Uncle Pierre?”

“Yes,” Yuki chirped, unaware he was about to break the world’s most stubborn three-year-old. “He’s very French. Like super French.”

The silence that followed could have swallowed a pit lane.

Charles watched her face shift—concentration, confusion… and then determination.

She took off her sunglasses, turned to her father, and declared solemnly, “Papa. I’m not French anymore.”

Charles blinked. “You’re not?”

“I’m Monegasque now.”

“...Why?”

She folded her arms. “I don’t wanna be the same as Uncle Pierre.”

“WHAT?!” Pierre shouted from across the room, utterly betrayed.

Arthur was on the floor, laughing so hard he nearly cried. “Nooo! The French alliance has fallen!”

Carlos, barely holding it together, whispered, “Monaco wins.”

Charles scooped Yn up with the biggest grin he’d worn in days. “You have made Papa so proud.”

Yn patted his cheek. “Do I still get ice cream?”

He laughed, hugging her tight. “You can have all the ice cream you want, mon amour.”

Behind him, Pierre was muttering in disbelief, “What did I do? What did I do?”

And from that day on, Yn was proudly, defiantly, loyally Monegasque.

Until next week, when she decided she wanted to be Italian because “Papa’s car is red like Italy.”

And Charles just sighed into his espresso.

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

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[ceruleans3a]

" In the face of my impending demise… I will still fight to exist. "

WOOOO, I am finally done with this piece! I opted not to color it because I think the yellow stands out way more.

ref ^^

also, ty @xenrye and @serafhymn for helping me get thru this piece because it took SO LONG 😭

[stexnem]

Max: actually teaches baby Oscar how to swim, holds him in the water and reassures that he won’t let go of him

Charles: threw him off his yacht into the sea with “He has my monegasque genes, he will survive”

[mai-col]

(I wanted to draw Oscar ONCE but my hand slipped, somehow.)

[slutforformulaone]

Hey i was wondering if you could do drivers on their wedding day when the bridesmaids hand them like spicy photos of their wife?! im hoping yk what i mean they’re all over tiktok💗💗

F1 GRID || when your bridesmaids hand the driver spicy polaroid pictures of their newlywed wife!

warning : very suggestive content, 18+ content, no smut!

MAX VERSTAPPEN – the quiet, possessive one. dangerous level of horny. he’s sitting at a table near the dancefloor, champagne glass in hand, watching you sway in your dress. his gaze is intense, laser-focused. doesn’t even blink when people come up to talk. he’s too busy watching his wife — the way the dress hugs your hips, how your hair falls across your back, the way you throw your head back when you laugh. he’s not smiling, but his eyes are soft. full-on heart eyes. the first bridesmaid walks up and hands him a picture. max doesn’t say a word. just lowers his gaze. it’s you, in black lace lingerie, sitting on your knees on the edge of the bed. hands in your hair, lips parted. his jaw tightens slightly. he blinks slow. then the second comes. you in a white satin robe, slipped down just enough to show a nipple. his fingers press the table. then a third — you in his race suit, nothing underneath, zipped halfway, chest spilling out. he actually exhales. slow and low. the fourth bridesmaid places one more — you on your stomach, arching your back, wearing nothing but heels. looking over your shoulder, smirking. he still hasn’t said a word. he just stacks them neatly like he’s archiving sacred texts. his ears are red. by the tenth picture — you in his cap, legs spread just enough to tease, lips glossy — he finally glances up at the dancefloor. you walk over, smirking. “you like them?” he looks up at you with that cold little grin. “you’re not leaving the room tomorrow.” you blink. “max—” “no. not one foot out of bed. you think this is funny?” he leans close to your ear. “i’m going to fuck you so slow you’ll forget how to walk.”

OSCAR PIASTRI – that sweet, controlled chaos he’s sitting quietly, sipping champagne, smiling whenever you look at him. he’s calm. always calm. but he’s watching every movement you make, from the way your dress sways to how your head tips back when you laugh. and then your maid of honour, ruby, walks up. “congrats, oscar,” she says casually, slipping him a photo. he blinks. looks down. it’s you, in his own racesuit — the top half unzipped and hanging off your waist, nothing on underneath. your bare chest is just barely covered by how you’ve crossed your arms, your hair messy and your lips parted like you were just calling his name. his smile freezes slightly. a different bridesmaid, lola, hands him another photo. and another. you bent over in heels and nothing else, back arched so your entire ass is on display. a close-up of your chest, arms crossed under your boobs with the sheerest top imaginable. one where you’re sitting on your knees, hands on your thighs, biting your lip. his hand tightens around the glass. he clears his throat and shifts in his seat. you stroll over, playing dumb. “you okay?” he doesn’t look at you, just says under his breath, “this is the meanest thing you’ve ever done.” you giggle. “do you like them?” “baby,” he says quietly, his voice low and warm, “if you don’t get me out of this reception in the next sixty seconds, i’m going to embarrass both of us in front of your nan.” he sets the glass down and stands up. “come on. i’m not patient tonight.”

CHARLES LECLERC – gone. completely finished. he’s been in a lovestruck daze all day, and now it’s just getting worse. he’s leaning against the wall, eyes soft, smile lazy as he watches you dance. you twirl. he sighs. you laugh. he presses a hand to his chest. then someone slips a picture into his hand. it’s you in red lingerie, straddling a chair, hair messy, lipstick smudged. he blinks. another. you in heels, standing in front of a mirror, taking a back-view selfie with just the tiniest flash of your face in the corner. another. you biting your finger, in bed, shirt rolled up to your chest and no bra underneath. he freezes. physically cannot move. you finally walk over and he immediately steps toward you like he’s possessed. “mon amour,” he says, voice wrecked. “what is this.” you bat your lashes. “a gift.” “you…” he swallows. “you want me to survive tonight?” you bit your lip, refusing to make eye contact, “not really.” he nods. “bon. i’m going to ruin this dress.” he takes your hand and pulls you straight out the side exit, not even caring who sees. you don’t make it five steps before he pins you against the venue’s garden wall and mutters, “thank you for marrying me. now shut up for five minutes."

ARTHUR LECLERC – flustered baby mode™ he’s sitting on the edge of the dancefloor, smiling like a boy in love, just watching you glow. bridesmaid walks up. gives him a picture. it’s you in a leather corset, hair in a bun, licking a cherry off your finger. his entire face turns red. “uh—merci?” he tries to hide it behind his drink. second one is worse—you're tied to the bed with silk ribbons, smiling lazily at the camera. he chokes. actually coughs. by the time the fifth one hits, his hands are shaking. when you walk over, he has a small stack of photos in his lap and is refusing to look up at you. you glance down. “oh my god, are you blushing?” “they gave me so many!” “they were supposed to be nice!” “this one has you in nothing but heels!” you’re both bright red. he tries to hand them back. you shake your head and push them back towards him, “no, you’re keeping those.” he groans but the blush is still very visible, “i don’t know where to put them!!” he ends up hiding them in his inside jacket pocket like a secret spy.

GEORGE RUSSELL – plays it off, but his thoughts are absolutely not holy he’s sitting upright, classic george posture, sipping on some fancy cocktail and watching you dance like he’s watching the sun set. bridesmaid slides him a picture. he opens it. you, on the floor, in a matching set of baby blue lace, legs curled to the side, looking over your shoulder. he coughs into his drink. “well.” another one. you in a steamy shower, water running down your bare back, hand on the glass. he glances around. “is anyone else seeing these?” more photos. increasingly explicit. by the end, he’s just quietly flipping through them with a tight-lipped smile, like he’s browsing a menu he’s not allowed to order from yet. you walk up, biting back a laugh. “regret marrying me yet?” he closes the stack, tucks it into his jacket. “marrying you? never. but i am wondering how long we have to stay before i can… appreciate these properly.” “what, like, frame them?” he leans in. “i was thinking more like… recreate them.”

LANDO NORRIS – cocky little shit he’s sitting back in the chair, watching you like you hung the damn moon, barely blinking. when the first photo hits, he smirks. you in fishnets and a black thong, laying across his old mclaren hoodie, eyes locked on the camera. “oh yes.” next one is worse—you in his helmet, nothing else, crouched with your knees spread and your tongue out. “oh my god.” he starts laughing. not like he thinks it’s funny—like he’s in awe. by the seventh photo he’s fully leaned back, grinning to himself. when you walk over, he fans the pictures like playing cards. “how do you expect me to sit here with these in my lap, looking at you in that dress?” you shake your head. “i thought they were going to be cute ones—like me in your shirts.” he’s already halfway out of his seat. “baby. you can’t give me pictures like this and not expect to be bent over something later.” "lando, baby, never say that again. please. for the sake of both of us." "what, why? did it make you horny?" he smirks. she makes a disgusted face and furrows her eyebrows, "wouldn't you like to know, weatherboy?"

OLLIE BEARMAN – completely overwhelmed, red to his ears, doesn’t know where to look ollie’s been watching you all night like he can’t quite believe you’re real — his wife. you’re glowing under the lights, laughing with your friends, spinning barefoot now because your heels got ditched two songs ago. he’s just standing at the edge of the dance floor, soft smile on his face, swaying a little to the music. then one of your bridesmaids walks up and wordlessly hands him a small polaroid picture. “uh… thanks?” he says, confused, looking down. he instantly chokes. it’s you, sitting on a bed in a silk robe, legs folded, but the robe’s fallen just enough to show you’re definitely not wearing anything underneath. your lips are glossed, and your head’s tilted like you’re waiting for him. he blinks. hard. "oh my god." the next one is worse — or better, depending on how you look at it. you’re lying on your side, sheets pushed down to your hips, bare back arched, hair splayed over the pillow. the lighting makes your skin glow. he immediately shoves it in his pocket like it’s going to burn him. “jesus christ,” he mumbles, heart thudding in his chest. another bridesmaid. another photo. you in black lace, standing in front of a full-length mirror, one heel on, one off, mouth parted like you’re mid-laugh. he stares at it for a full five seconds before his hand just goes limp and drops it into his lap. “oh no,” he mutters under his breath. “nonononono.” by the fifth photo — you sprawled out on a couch, only wearing a man's dress shirt, the buttons undone and barely covering anything — he’s flushed from the collarbone up. he looks like he might actually pass out. “what is happening right now,” he whispers. by the tenth? he’s holding some pictures in one hand and fanning himself with a napkin in the other. knees bouncing. glancing around like someone’s going to tell his mum. max walks past and smirks. “you good, mate?” “i’m fine,” ollie snaps, voice about three octaves too high. when you finally stroll over, still glowing and grinning, he just gapes at you. “you KNEW?” you look sheepish. “i knew they were giving you something, but i thought it was like… cute selfies? i didn’t know they went full calendar shoot on me.” he tries to speak. can’t. clears his throat.“I—I don’t even—” he cuts himself off. looks away. covers his face with both hands. “ollie,” you say gently, pulling one hand down, “breathe.” he blinks at you. his pupils are huge. “you’re so—i just—” he stammers. “i don’t even know if i’m allowed to look at you now.” you laugh softly, brushing his curls back from his forehead. “you married me, baby. you’re definitely allowed.” he exhales. “right. right. okay. cool. coolcoolcool.” beat. “…but maybe don’t show me any more of those until we get home. i’m actually not okay.” you kiss his cheek. “noted.”

CARLOS SAINZ – cool on the outside, losing his mind inside he’s sitting at a table, drink half-finished, tie loose around his neck. his eyes haven’t left you since the first song started, watching you spin around the dance floor in your dress like he’s already mentally stripping it off you. when the first bridesmaid approaches, he takes the envelope with a raised brow. he opens it. it’s you in black lace, one hand gripping the headboard, back arched like you knew he’d be seeing it. he blinks once. then calmly folds the photo and slips it into his jacket pocket. “interesting.” the second one is you in red satin, lying on your stomach, ass peeking out just enough. he clears his throat. the third one? you're looking up at the camera, wearing nothing but thigh highs and a necklace he bought you. he doesn’t say a word. just runs a hand through his hair and exhales quietly through his nose. by the time you walk over, he's cool as ever. leaning back in his chair, watching you with that smug little smile. “you’re lucky there’s still cake to be cut,” he says, voice low. “or you’d be on your back in five minutes.” you bite your lip. he knows you planned this. you know he’s barely hanging on.

ALEX ALBON – shocked at first, then slightly embarrassed alex is leaning against the wall, arms crossed as he watches you spin around on the dancefloor. his gaze is soft, filled with admiration, and a little bit of that “wow, she’s mine” look. then, as if on cue, your bridesmaid approaches him, handing him the first picture. it’s a shot of you in a sultry pose, your legs sprawled across the couch, your dress bunched up just enough to tease. alex’s eyes widen as he looks down at the photo, his lips parting in a quiet laugh. "um… okay," he mutters under his breath, trying to pretend like he’s not totally caught off guard. he looks back at you, almost as if asking for permission, but you’re too far away to notice. another bridesmaid approaches, handing him another one. this one’s a close-up shot of you on your knees, your hands teasing your own nipple as you look directly at the camera. "jesus" alex coughs. he looks around, then back at the picture, his face flushed. "i didn’t know what kind of wedding this was gonna be…" the pictures keep coming: one of you with your back arched, showing off your curves; one of you lying on your stomach, your hands tangled in your hair, looking over your shoulder. with each new picture, alex is trying to keep it together, but his cheeks are red, and he’s getting a little more flustered. the final picture handed to him is one of you in a very intimate moment, eyes closed in pleasure as your hand trails over your body. it’s enough to make alex feel like he’s been hit by a truck. he presses the photo against his chest with a deep breath. "well... that was... something." as you walk over, you can already see the look in his eyes. "i didn’t know they were doing this," you say, arching an eyebrow. "yeah... i know," alex says with a grin. "i’m not sure whether to thank you or run away."

LOGAN SARGEANT – completely unaware, then amused logan is dancing along with a few of the guests, looking over at you occasionally with a small smile. he can’t help it—his eyes are drawn to you, the way you move with such grace. he’s completely captivated. then, one of your bridesmaids hands him the first picture: a playful shot of you laying across a bed, your legs kicked up and a teasing smile on your face. logan blinks a few times, taking the picture in silence. "uh… okay... this is different." he doesn’t know what to say at first. "is this… normal?" a second bridesmaid walks up with another photo—this one a bit more daring. it’s you with your back arched, one hand resting on the back of your neck, lips parted as if you’re about to speak. "wow, alright," he says, chuckling nervously. he looks at the picture, then back at you, clearly flustered. he tries to shrug it off, but then the third picture is handed to him—a close-up of you in a lingerie set, your legs crossed in a sultry manner, gazing at the camera like you know exactly what you're doing. "logan, i swear to god, i didn’t sign up for this," he mutters under his breath. the pictures continue: one of you leaning over a chair, showing off your curves in a provocative pose, and another one where you’re looking at the camera with a seductive smile, teasing a bit of skin. "okay, okay, i get it," logan says, laughing it off, but the last picture makes him pause: it's you lying on a bed, hand resting on your chest as if you’re deep in thought, eyes closed with a soft expression of pleasure. he’s caught off guard. "uh... i didn’t know you were this... adventurous," he says quietly to himself. as you walk over, you can’t help but smirk at the sight of logan, clearly trying to keep his cool. "so… how’s it going over here?" "uh, i don’t know if i can look at you the same now," logan jokes, his voice full of mock seriousness. you just laugh and walk away, knowing that the pictures were exactly what they were meant to be.

DANIEL RICCIARDO – playful and flirty, loves the pictures daniel watches you on the dancefloor, his heart racing a little faster as he takes in the sight of his beautiful wife. he’s grinning from ear to ear, clearly loving the way you look. the first bridesmaid hands him a picture. it’s a spicy shot of you in your lingerie, sitting on the edge of a chair, one hand on your thigh and the other resting on the armrest, teasing a glimpse of what's underneath. "oh, so this is how it’s gonna be," daniel grins, clearly enjoying the surprise. another bridesmaid hands him one of you lying on your back on the bed, your head tilted back, mouth slightly open as if you’re caught in the moment. daniel’s grin widens. "okay, okay... i see you, babe." he looks back at you, but you’re too busy to notice his reaction. as the pictures keep coming, he’s getting more and more into it. one of you with your back arched, giving a playful look over your shoulder; another one where you’re biting your lip, looking like you’re about to pounce. "you really know how to surprise a guy," daniel says, clearly impressed. the last picture is a little more explicit—of you with your fingers brushing the edge of your dress, your gaze fixed on the camera as if daring anyone to come closer. daniel chuckles to himself, shaking his head. "oh, you’re gonna love me after tonight," he mutters under his breath. when you walk over, he pulls you into his arms, whispering in your ear, "so, when can i get my own private show?" you laugh, already knowing what he’s talking about. "you’ll just have to wait, darling."

LEWIS HAMILTON – flustered, but secretly loving the attention lewis watches you dance, feeling that familiar warmth in his chest. he can’t help but admire how stunning you look, lost in the moment as you laugh and enjoy the celebration. one of your bridesmaids hands him a picture—a sultry one of you posing in front of the mirror, your lips parted in a teasing smile, a glimpse of your lingerie peeking out from your dress. lewis blinks a few times, his mouth going dry. "well, well, well," he murmurs, trying to keep his cool. the next picture is a close-up of you lying on a bed, one hand resting near your thigh, looking at the camera with a smoldering gaze. "you’re killing me, you know that?" lewis laughs, shaking his head. the next few pictures are similar, each one getting progressively more daring and intimate. you teasing with your dress, biting your lip, or giving a seductive glance directly into the camera. "this is what you do to me," he whispers to himself, clearly trying to hide how much he’s enjoying this. when you walk over, you notice the little grin on his face. "i take it the pictures were to your liking?" "you have no idea," lewis says, his voice low and smooth. "you’re gonna be the death of me, baby."

i am so grateful for this request, i had so much fun writing it and it's just made me fall even more in love with the drivers – also, the trend is actually to die for! i can't wait to get married, so my bridesmaid can do this for me! ^^

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so john has complete control of arthur’s left hand, yeah?

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Ourthur doodles !!!!! also a redraw of the first sketch that started it all….. I haven’t known peace since ourthur was born… save me

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beauty and brains

in which charles leclerc's twin is a doctor and the grid is constantly in awe that they are even related...she may even catch the eye of a certain driver.

SMAU!

Charles Leclerc x !Doctor Sister Reader x Platonic F1 Grid

Leclerc Reader x Lando Norris

part two here:)

part three here:)

part four here:)

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dr_jules_leclerc : a week in the office ft milo chewing on my birkin

charles_leclerc : Toujours si fière de toi ma belle sœur! (Forever so proud of you my beautiful sister)

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charles_leclerc : but seriously we all miss you come visit

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dr_jules_leclerc : be home so soon charlie promise you

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leclerc_pascale : ma belle fille - tu me manques tellement. fier est un euphémisme. (my beautiful girl - i miss you so. proud is an understatement)

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dr_jules_leclerc : je t'aime tellement maman. merci d'avoir toujours cru en moi. (I love you so much mom. thank you for always believing in me.)

alexandrasaintmleux : my princesssss i miss you

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dr_jules_leclerc : my wifeeee i'll be home soon- ilysm

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charles_leclerc : what am i witnessing?

dr_jules_leclerc : lets face it cha, i'm a doctor and save lives everyday and you drive a car in circles all day- she has her priorities straight.

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arthur_leclerc : bring milo when you come home pls

arthur_leclerc : oh and I MISS YOUUUUU

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dr_jules_leclerc : ofc, miss you too turtur - did you start taking those vitamins i told you about?

arthur_leclerc : Yes Doc...

username : her doctoring arthur and then him calling her doc is taking me out -

username2: oh to be dr. jules

username4: Jules- I just got accepted into my top med school today and I wanted to tell you thank you- you have been a huge inspiration to me!

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dr_jules_leclerc : OMG! Congratulations!! I remember how exciting it was to get that letter. If you ever need some studying tips or want to be my resident - come find me ;)

username4 : Absolutely!! Thank you!

carlossainz55 : Miss you Hermosa! You're killing it. So proud! ❤️

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dr_jules_leclerc : Miss you sm Carlitos- hope williams is treating you well!

maxverstappen1 : sometimes i forget charles is related to a literal genius- hope to see you in the paddock soon.

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dr_jules_leclerc : oh maxie you are always so sweet to me

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scuderiaferrari : Nice car, Doctor! Should we be expecting a paddock appearance anytime soon?

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dr_jules_leclerc : Absolutely. I need to greet the newest member of the Ferrari family. @lewishamilton

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lewishamilton : Excited to witness the beauty and brains in person again.

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charles_leclerc : OH but not to support your TWIN brother?

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dr_jules_leclerc : I felt like that was a given Cha...

lilymhe : gorg

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lando : so if i wreck the car will you save me, doc?

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dr_jules_leclerc : not if you do it on purpose lando

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charlotte2304 : beautiful girls! we all need get drinks while jules is in monaco!!

alexandrasaintmleux : yes absolutely!! jules is so excited for it!!

franciscacgomes : WAIT- my fave Leclerc is back and no one told me???

alexandrasaintmleux : yes!! she will be coming to the race:)

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f1gossipgirls : Dr. Jules Elise Leclerc was spotted in Monaco with Charles’ girlfriend Alexandra and then was later seen in the Paddock! Jules has not been seen in the paddock since 2022 as she has been out of the country to continue her work as a Pediatric Oncologist!

username4 : I always forget Charles’ twin is a literal doctor- it’s insane to me.

username8 : so excited to see her back in the paddock! she is such an inspiration for so many!

username10 : YAYYYYY- she looks so good!

username12 : those Leclerc genes are STRONG.

username14 : I love how since she has returned she has been seen more with Alex more than her own brother 😭

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dr_jules_leclerc : isn’t it a coincidence that the first race I attend after YEARS, charles ends up breaking the monaco curse? I think not.

But in all seriousness, Charles, you are my twin, my rock, my best friend and I am so proud of you. Watching you continuously chase your dreams and grow as a person has inspired me so much over the years. I love you and hold every memory with you so close to my heart. You are an absolute legend. Keep the wins coming brother, I know you’ve got it in you. ❤️

also finally met my new nephew leo and was reacquainted with my son roscoe:)

+ lando fell flat on his face and required a minor stitch.. still not sure if he did it on purpose or not

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charles_leclerc : thank you jules - I could have never done it without your support. I am so glad you were here to witness it. I always want to make you proud as you are the most intelligent and amazing person I know. So grateful I was given a sister like you. I love you❤️

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username4 : oh the Leclerc’s are making me SAPPY

scuderiaferrari : ❤️❤️❤️

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lando : it was definitely on purpose

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dr_yn_leclerc : oh norris…what am I gonna do with you?

username4 : LANDO LITERALLY ADMITTING HE FELL ON PURPOSE TO GET JULES ATTENTION-

charles_leclerc : anymore flirting with my sister and you will really need a doctor

lando : as long as it’s jules idc 😃

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oscarpiastri : So glad to finally meet you! Thank you for taking care of Lando🙄

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dr_jules_leclerc : So nice to meet you and lily!! total angelsss

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roscoelovescoco : loves yous jules!! ❤️❤️

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dr_jules_leclerc : love you more my baby roscoe

lewishamilton : Please stay around. I missed you dearly, Jules.

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dr_jules_leclerc : I’m definitely thinking about sticking around, lew:)

username5 : is jules moving back to monaco????

alexandrasaintmleux : leo and i love his auntie jules soooooo much

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pierregasly : my gf has not shut up about you since she saw you

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dr_jules_leclerc : god i love her

franciscacgomes : JULESSSSSS

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arthur_leclerc : who is that handsome man in the lower left corner???

dr_jules_leclerc : just this weirdo who hasn’t left my side since i got home

arthur_leclerc : OH SUE ME FOR MISSING MY BIG SISTER

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danielricciardo : visit aus soon:)?

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dr_jules_leclerc : absolutely- missed seeing your smiling face dr3

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lilyzneimer : so so nice to meet you! thank you for all your help with my math class!

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dr_yn_leclerc : ofc!- you will be the best engineer ever 🧡

mclaren : We are sorry about Lando but so glad to see you Dr. Jules!🧡

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monaco 📍

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dr_yn_leclerc : so many reasons to stay in monaco

lorenzotl : We all missed you so much!

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charlotte2304 : I need you here to help with wedding duties!!🤍

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alexandrasaintmleux : i hope i am your main reason to stay <3

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dr_jules_leclerc : yes but don’t tell cha he will lose his mind

charles_leclerc : i can read yanno

dr_jules_leclerc : ohhhh you can?

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arthur_leclerc : please stay so we can play chess together everyday…charles is not a good opponent I get bored

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lando : stay so that lovely bloke can take you out on another date

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dr_jules_leclerc : he is definitely a contributing factor

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username5 : OH MY GOD DID SHE GIVE LANDO A CHANCE

username10 : ODKEJDJDJ

f1 : we vote for you to stay !

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arthur_leclerc : wait is that l**do?

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themedicinejournal : We had the incredible honor of sitting down with Dr. Jules Leclerc after her recent Nobel Award for her outstanding contributions to Pediatric Oncology. The young doctor has founded her own Pediatric Cancer Institute and continues to work alongside many other physicians to try to end childhood cancer.

Jules on founding the Institution.

“My biggest dream has been founding this institution. It began with assembling a multidisciplinary team of experts in pediatric oncology, research, nursing, and psychosocial care, united by a shared mission to advance treatment, research, and support services. The institute’s foundation is built on partnerships with academic institutions, hospitals, and philanthropic organizations to secure funding, infrastructure, and community support. Central to its mission is the integration of cutting-edge research with compassionate clinical care, offering access to the latest therapies and clinical trials. A strong emphasis is placed on family-centered care, survivorship programs, and educational outreach. Ultimately, the goal of a pediatric cancer institute is not only to cure childhood cancers but also to ensure that every child and family receives the highest standard of care, hope, and support throughout their journey.”

Jules on receiving the Nobel Peace Prize in Medicine.

“To be recognized by my peers and mentors in the medical community is both incredibly meaningful and profoundly moving. This award is not just a reflection of my work, but of the incredible teams I’ve had the privilege of working with—nurses, researchers, residents, and fellow physicians who have inspired me every day with their tireless commitment to patient care and innovation. I’m especially grateful to my mentors who have guided me, challenged me, and believed in me from the start, and to my family, whose unwavering support has been my foundation. Working in medicine—especially in pediatric oncology—is both a challenge and a calling. It’s a field where the stakes are high, but so are the rewards. Every day, I am reminded of the courage of our patients and the trust they place in us. They are the true heroes, and it is for them that we do this work. This award fuels my passion even further, and I accept it not just as a recognition of what has been done, but as a motivation for what still lies ahead. There is still so much more to discover, to heal, and to change for the better.”

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charles_leclerc : The proudest brother there ever was. Sis, you have continuously changed and saved lives. There is no one I could ever think of that deserves this award more than you. What you do and the mark you leave on this world will never ever be forgotten. I don’t know how this world got lucky enough to have you. Thank you for all you do and all the sacrifices you have made. We all thank you and love you. ❤️

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arthur_leclerc : So unbelievably proud of you and could not have asked for a better role model in life. Continue to shine bright and leave your mark on the world, Jules.

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leclerc_pascale : Il n'y a absolument aucun mot pour décrire à quel point je suis fière de toi en tant que mère. Tu m'as complètement époustouflée. Tout ce que tu fais est animé par tant de passion et d'amour, et c'est tout ce que j'ai toujours voulu pour toi. Tu mérites tout et même plus, ma chérie.

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lando : You are incredible, Jules Elise. This world does not deserve you. Thank you for all your hard work, Bub.

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username5: BUB???

lewishamilton : One of the most intelligent and caring human beings I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. Thank you for sharing your gift and kindness with the world, Jules. This world needed you.

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maxverstappen1 : You deserve every award in the world, Jules.

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alexandrasaintmleux : So beyond proud to call you my sister in law and my best friend. I love you.

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danielricciardo : So so proud of you, Bug. I knew you had it in you!

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formula1 : Dr. Jules! We are so proud to call you a member of the F1 family. You are such a shining light in this world and an amazing example for all to follow.

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scuderiaferrari : So happy to see you get recognized for all your hard work and dedication, Doc!

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lilymhe : I am SO proud of you.

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alexalbon : Such an incredible human being. So humbled to know you.

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lorenzotl : Never been more proud of someone. You are so deserving of this award and more. Can’t believe my little sister is this incredible.

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charlotte2304 : An amazing achievement for an amazing woman. Love you sista.

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carlossainz55 : This is so incredible. Jules, thank you for sharing your gift with the world. You are so inspiring.

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dr_jules_leclerc : my last week in office before packing up and restarting in Monaco! so excited to be reunited with all my family and friends and so many great things coming in the future. all of my incredible fellow physicians will be holding down the institute and I am so grateful for all of them.

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oscarpiastri : cheeky cheeky

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oscarpiastri : no but seriously very proud of you and your work, jules. look forward to seeing you in the paddock a lot more. i won’t hurt myself like that muppet.

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carlossainz55 : i recognize that mullet…

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charles_leclerc : wait what do you know that i don't

carlossainz55. : nothing cabrón

charles_leclerc : So happy to have you home. I’ve missed you so much.

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dr_jules_leclerc : I’ve missed you every day, Charlie.

maxverstappen1 : muppet man better treat you right or i will drive him off the track. happy to have you back, jules.

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lando. : threatening violence? 50 place grid penalty.

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dr_jules_leclerc : poor pear gasleak

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alexandrasaintmleux : I am so so happy to have you back. You don’t know how much I miss you every day!!

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alexandrasaintmleux : very sad you picked him over me though

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dr_jules_leclerc : could say the same about you picking my brother over me :(

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alexandrasaintmleux : it’s not too late for us to run away together

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charles_leclerc : sigh

lando. : mystery man seems rather fit wouldn’t you say?

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dr_jules_leclerc : mmm yeah but he is kind of full of himself

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lando : he is just a confident lad

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maxfewtrell : no he is definitely just big headed

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username4 : jules and lando dropping so many crumbs and charles picking up on absolutely nothing is killing me

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arthur_leclerc : i am gonna record his reaction and sell it

leclerc_pascale : Arthur, ne vous mettez pas à dos votre frère.

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leclerc_pascale : Je suis si heureuse que tu reviennes parmi nous. Ce beau visage me manque tous les jours.

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arthur_leclerc : can i move in with you?

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dr_jules_leclerc : you have your own place tur - why?

arthur_leclerc : well you have Milo and i love Milo and I just missed you so much and charles was mean while you were gone

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charles_leclerc : I absolutely was not- I rebuke that statement.

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leclerc_pascale : They were both a little…feisty with you gone, Mon amor. That’s why we need you back!

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dr_jules_leclerc : you are always welcome in my home, bug. as long as you two manage to keep the peace 🙄

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lando added to his story!

seen by oscarpiastri, charles_leclerc, maxfewtrell &7,459,478 others

maxfewtrell : can’t believe you pulled a Leclerc let alone a DOCTOR Leclerc

lando : lowkey never thought I’d have a chance with her

charles_leclerc : 👀 whoooo?

lando : you know her...very well.

pietra.pilao : so excited to meet her!

lando : you will love her:)

flonorris1 : HOW in the world did you PULL a DOCTOR?

lando : hey hey - have a little confidence in your brother please

flonorris1 : yeah whatever - Bring her home soon please- Mom and I are dying to meet her.

lando : that’s the plan

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hello guys- my first official post! i have many things sitting in the drafts rn- including a part two to this - let me know if you guys want it! send me requests as well! i am always down to write:)

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the grid: No Nut November!

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Featuring: Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Alex Albon, Franco Colapinto, Logan Sargeant, Daniel Riccardo, Liam Lawson, Charles LeClerc, Max Verstappen, Paul Aron, Arthur LeClerc.

thank you to the person that requested this!!!

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Oscar Piastri: wouldn’t do it. 

Even if every driver on the grid was offering 1,000€ each as a prize, he was not giving up fucking you for an entire month. 

Even though he looks like a sweetie pie he would absolutely be a freak in the sheets and he was not about to give up the only way he actually gets his frustration out (aka fucking you). 

Everyone kind of boos him for it but then half way through the month he gets to be smug while they’re all miserable and complaining, because he can fuck his girlfriend whenever he wants. 

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Lando Norris: would try, but definitely fail. 

He wouldn’t care about the prize, he’d just have such a ‘how hard can it be?’ attitude. 

Newsflash: extremely. 

You would not make it easy for him either; wearing the sluttiest clothes, basically giving him fuck me eyes all the time, enjoying it when you see him get hot and bothered. 

He snaps on his birthday, and fucks you for hours straight. You can barely walk the next day. 

He decides to own up and pay his part of the bet with no shame, he has a hot girlfriend and he likes fucking her, sue him! 

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Lewis Hamilton: wouldn’t even try

He’s uninterested in the things most of the grid do in their spare time, and he knows they’re uninterested in him too. They don't need to know about his sex life, but what people can guess is that it is very much alive. 

I mean… you two had a baby literally 8 months after your wedding, to the day. 

The other 3 kids don't exactly help his case… 

He’d say yes, just so he could be added to the group chat and he would tell you who is winning and losing.

He’d lose on the first day with no shame. Everyone knows he's just here for the public shaming of others. 

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George Russell: would win

Not saying he’s not a freak in the sheets, but he would set up the entire thing (group chat, the money pool, etc.) and he cannot be seen lacking. 

Even if it wasn’t his idea, he still needed to win. 

You do make the entire month absolute torture though. 

Matching sets, showing as much skin as possible, everything. 

Even walking around the apartment naked. 

But somehow, he doesn’t budge. 

At the end of the month he does fuck you for ages, and you literally cant get out of bed, let alone follow him to a race. He tells the media you’re sick and all of the drivers have the dirtiest laughs as he explains. Despite every question, they keep their mouths shut. 

George did announce that he won at the end, much to your chagrin. 

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Alex Albon: he’d last a while

 He would honestly be pretty good. 

He kind of breaks the rules, he constantly gives you oral and jerking himself off, but it wasn’t specifically stated in the rules (apart from the name… but whatever)

He makes it like halfway through the month until a particularly bad race result. 

He fucks you all night. 

When you both get to the paddock in the morning, George pays him a visit to collect the money like the smug bastard he is. 

He heard you two last night. 

He was 4 doors down. 

Oops. 

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Franco Colapinto: he’s the one who accidentally tells the press. 

We all know Franco is awful at keeping his mouth shut, and in an interview he somehow lets it slip that he needed to find George to give him money. 

They ask him what for. 

He says ‘the bet’ and explains that they’re doing NNN this year and that he lost. 

It was worth it though, you two hadn’t seen each other in months (you were busy in uni, he was busy at races) and he just had to have you. 

He made it like a quarter of the way into the month. 

He didn't really care. 

The drivers honestly just found it funny that he told the media. 

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Logan Sargeant: would make it most of the way, but just fall short by like 4 days.

He had done so well, ignoring all of your sexual advances for the majority of the month…

Then he got drunk. 

Drunk Logan and drunk you? Yeah, you’re fucking. 

He couldn’t keep his hands off you, and he paid the price. 

He paid up sheepishly the next day, George looked at him with the smuggest smile ever. 

Logan didn’t even care. He fucked you twice as much as before. 

He has to make up for lost time, right? 

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Daniel Riccardo: he would lose immediately.

This man is a 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀 

He would kind of do the same thing as Lewis, pay to just watch the rest of them loose. 

He does last a little bit longer though (in their eyes).

 He doesn’t pay up until the second week even though he’s been fucking you the entire time. 

He has absolutely no shame about it either. 

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Liam Lawson: he would almost win.

He's such a cutie. I think he’d somehow abstain for a while. 

He’d get to around the 26th, and then give up. 

The month was torture though. 

You literally would beg him every night, and he would just have to say no. 

You were impressed at how long he lasted. 

But then he gave in after he scored points in mexico...

Yuki ratted him out to George, he was very embarrassed.

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Charles LeClerc: he would lose immediately.

Charles is an idiot. 

He would lose the first day by accident, and then try to pretend that it doesn't count until George actually comes knocking on his drivers room door looking for the money. 

He heard you, of course. 

Charles reluctantly watches the rest of the month play out, bitter that his own forgetfulness took him out so early. 

He vows to win next year. 

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Carlos Sainz: wouldn’t do it. 

He’s not giving up fucking you for a month. No way. 

He also wouldn’t be interested in the sex lives of others enough to even pay into it like Lewis. 

His sex life is his own, and as much as he loves healthy competition, this is a race he’s happy to lose. 

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Max Verstappen: would be a huge bitch all month.

Dude is like a moody teenager when he’s not getting it. 

Daniel persuades him to do it and he makes it a few days in.

Literally turns into the biggest moody bitch ever.

By the 8th day everyone is begging you to just fuck him so he’ll stop being such a cunt to them.

You do. 

He pays up and spends the rest of the month fucking you. 

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Paul Aron: he would almost win.

He would last pretty long. Like maybe more than half the month

Despite his playboy facade, he’s actually more into cuddles and shit like that. 

 But after a bad race…

Yeah, he pays up with zero shame. 

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Arthur LeClerc: he would lose, in two ways. 

Y’know how quickly Charles lost, yeah he’d be worse.

He wouldn’t forget, he’d just think that he can get away with fucking you all month but of course, that doesn’t happen.

George comes knocking after Charles tells him he can hear you two.

You are deeply embarrassed that your boyfriend's brother heard you two having sex, and you impose a ban for the rest of the month. 

You say it’ll help you both be more aware of when and where you’re doing it, and how to not get caught by his brother again. 

He curses out his brother the next time he sees him.

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navigation for my blog :) (masterlist)

[hydrus101]

The Burning of the Page

……Oscar fans how we feelin

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why. why is oscar SO animated around charles

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the farm

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Some new malevolent doodles!!

I haven’t drawn much cat!John recently (mainly because I ran out of wholesome/angsty/funny ideas)

But I also had to draw the Totally Normal Trio of Human Men, because I love them dearly.