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[charlewiss-writes]

him over me / arthur leclerc

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day 20: jealousy (part of one-word november prompts!)

word count: 1.2k

summary: he had always been second best to everyone but you, always in the shadow of his older brother. what happens when he sees something that brings back all his deepest doubts?

since the start of your career at prema, arthur had been the first to make you feel welcomed on the team. you used to only care about going in, doing your job and coming back home, trying to go as unnoticed as possible, until a certain monegasque saw you, and he couldn't go a day longer without knowing who the shy girl that worked in marketing was.

he started saying hello to you every time he came into the office, making a joke or two to see if he could get at least a smile from you. the first day that you laughed at something he had said, it felt to him like he had just discovered his new favourite sound. since then, he had made it almost his life mission to make you laugh every time he could.

then started the coffees during the debriefs. it wasn't usual that the whole team was called for a meeting, but in the rare occurrences that it happened, he used to save you a seat next to his, with a little hot drink waiting for you to take your place at his side.

the first time you noticed it, you didn't know it was arthur's doing: you two almost didn't talk outside of the little jokes you threw around, so when you tasted the coffee and recognised instantly that it was your usual order, you assumed it had been your friend's doing. "thanks for the coffee today, really needed it" you said to her, while going back to your office after the meeting had ended. she looked confused at you, like she didn't knew what you were talking about. "the coffee you got for me? the one at my seat?".

"oh, that was arthur" sofia said smiling, while watching the boy you just were talking about come your way. she nodded at him and he did the same to her, while she continued walking past him, leaving you alone in the middle of the corridor with the monegasque.

"figured you would need some energy, you left way too late yesterday".

—

the relationship had evolved naturally, starting as mere colleagues, to friends, to what you were now: almost something.

it was still fairly new, so you hadn't meet his family just yet. obviously, you knew his brothers as they were frequently at the garage, but didn't actually go past the small-talk stage.

"hey, y/n right?".

a voice that seemed familiar, and still, strange, took you back to reality. when you looked at the person that had called for you, you smiled at your boyfriend's brother. "charles, hi. are you looking for arthur?". the only topic of conversation was, obviously, the person you had in common, even if he didn't actually know that you were something more than his brother's colleague.

"yeah, wanted to yell at him for leaving my car without gas" he was clearly joking, so you laughed cause you knew exactly what he was talking about. arthur and you had gone out to eat, and when he left you at your place, realized he probably should fill the tank, but you figured he had forgotten about it by the time he came back to his place.

"well, I have to go, will you tell him for me?" he said quickly, turning his head to the man that was calling him from outside the garage. "yeah, sure, i'll tell him to go look for you once he's out".

"thanks, y/n, you're great".

just as you were saying goodbye to charles, your boyfriend got out of the meetings room, and saw the end of the interaction. when you turned, you saw him and waved, like you always did when you saw eachother. it was normal for you two to interact like this in the paddock, not too friendly or close to avoid any kind of speculation. he smiled at you, but it clearly didn't reach his eyes. you found it was weird, but figured that he could be worried about something that was talked during the reunion. still, what was spoken about in the private room was already forgotten, instead focusing on the interaction that he had seen. arthur found it weird, since he thought you didn't know eachother. why were you two so friendly then?

-

"hey, you okay? you look off today" you told him after entering his driver's room just after him, closing the door quickly behind you.

"no no, just a bit tired, nothing else" he told you softly, while laying on the small sofa there was. he had a towel on his face, so you couldn't actually see his face. "you sure? since you saw charles leaving you've been weird".

"so it's charles now?".

you found his answer weird, but his serious tone even more. "yeah... that is literally his name?" you were left confused at his strange reaction. maybe he didn't want you to meet his family yet? maybe it was too soon?

"did you get mad cause I talked to your brother?"

"you didn't just talk, y/n."

"mh, i was there. we quite literally only talked. about you" furrowing your brows, you came close, taking the little piece of cloth out of his face, and trying to understand the look on his face. arthur was zoned out, looking at the ceiling, not even glancing at you, even though you were on his line of sight.

"and were you two laughing about me as well?" you figured he was truly mad at something, since in the few months you two had known eachother, he never spoke to you in this tone, even if he was angry at something. you didn't want to believe he was actually jealous of his brother, since you never gave him a reason to be. hell, you thought today was the first time that you crossed more than a few words. "of course not, dummy. listen, it wasn't that important, we weren't doing anything wrong".

"oh come on, you and i both knew what he was doing." the sound of his empty laugh sent chills down your spine. he was now looking straight into your eyes, brows furrowed and lips sealed together. you found it exasperating that he wasn't actually telling you what was wrong, instead resolving to ask questions that you were supposed to understand or answer. "i don't know him that well to know what he was doing, arthur!"

arthur was now seated, with his arms flying towards the sky. "he was clearly trying to bring you to his side!". his reply left you even more confused. "what sides are you talking about? since when do we have sides?".

"since everything or everyone I've ever wanted always prefers him over me."

he had his palms rubbing his face, in a clear sign of frustration. you took the chance to seat at his side, putting your left hand over his back, gently caressing it. "and why do you think that's my case? I've barely spoken to him before today."

he whispered, and his voice cracked, like he was close to tears. "its what always happens, y/n. it won't be any different this time". you softly took his hands out of his face, revealing his closed eyes. still, some tears were quietly escaping his eyes, while his lips quivered.

"but I've chosen you, arthur. to work with and to live with. unless you don't want me anymore. haven't we talked about this already?" you said reassuringly. his blue eyes were glassy while looking straight at yours, and he leaned into your touch when you reached your hand towards his cheek.

"I know, baby. i think the fear just got the best of me. I'm sorry".

"it's okay, arthur. just talk to me next time, alright? we'll figure it out together".

[charlewiss-writes]

call it what you want / charles leclerc

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day 13: necklace (one-word november prompts!)

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

word count: 1.8k

summary: after a awful night at qatar gp 2021, you were looking for a way out and charles was right there. how did your relationship evolve when you didn't want anything to do with anyone, but he was, well, him?

t you're constantly attracting eachother?

warnings: abusive behaviour. max being an asshole but only for the fic (I don't believe he is actually like that, I just needed someone to play the villain)

author's note: I know that it's late but i really liked how this turned out 🥹 hope you like it too!

inspired by:

I recall late November, holdin' my breath

sunday, november 21, 2021.

after coming second place, you knew max would be furious. he was still in the lead of the 2021 world championship, but with lewis just a few points behind him, the pressure was too high. you saw his faked smile on the podium, and even though your cheers for your boyfriend were genuine, the smile on your lips didn't quite reach your eyes.

max wasn't aggressive, but sometimes, when he was really mad about something that happened on the track, he would raise his voice a bit too high for your liking, and close the doors a bit too hard for you to avoid flinching. and that's what happened when the dutchman entered his driver's room after he had finished all his duties.

"what are you doing here?" he said, after closing the door a bit too hard. you winced at the venom that distilled from his voice. you quickly began to apologize, even though there was no real reason for you to do. "I'm sorry, I thought you might need-"

"I don't need anything from you. leave." he said, not giving you a second look. "what?"

"i said leave!"

too stunned to actually talk back at him for taking his anger out on you, you simply stood up and left, careful not to make too big of a fuss and trying to go unnoticed. when you got out the door of the hospitality, walking as fast as you could, you accidentally bumped into someone.

Slowly I said, "You don't need to save me

But would you run away with me?"

Yes (would you run away?)

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"y/n, right?" you nodded, still looking at your feet to avoid looking straight into the man's eyes. "are you okay?". you mumbled a quick "i need to go" before yanking your wrist out of his touch. still, he went after you. "I know you maybe don't know me, but please" he ran a little, just enough to put his body in front of you again, impending your way. "how can i help you?".

with how freaked out you were about the whole situation that had occurred in the last 5 minutes, you hadn't realised that the man that was in front of you was charles leclerc.

you didn't actually know him personally, just by the little gentle nods when you were accompanying your boyfriend to the races. still, he had always been friendly towards you, but that didn't mean you two were close. but he was your only way out of there, and there wasn't anything you wanted more than to get away from max, as quickly as possible, in whatever way you could.

"can you get me out of here?"

Starry eyes sparkin' up my darkest night

he nodded enthusiastically, looking intentionally at your eyes. it was like he was seeing right through you, like he knew about everything that went downhill inside the building behind you. and with that sympathetic look that could light up the whole night, he grabbed your hand and you two made your way out of the track, thankfully avoiding prying eyes.

All my flowers grew back as thorns

Windows boarded up after the storm

He built a fire just to keep me warm

the first few days where hard.

you didn't know charles that well, and he understood why you didn't feel comfortable talking about what happened that sunday night. after all, max was his friend first, and you thought that he wouldn't believe whatever you had to tell him if that meant going behind his friend's back.

but he proved you wrong.

day after day he called you, visited the place where you were staying, making sure you were okay, that you had everything you would need without actually having to leave, avoiding running into your now ex boyfriend. charles was doing everything in his power to help you through this time, but still giving you the space you desperately needed, wanting to get away from the racing world.

thankfully, max hadn't called you after everything that happened. it seemed like he understood the message quite clearly after you went back to your shared place and took everything with you.

All the drama queens taking swings

All the jokers dressin' up as kings

They fade to nothing when I look at him

monday, december 13, 2022.

the speculations about your breakup had started quickly due to your disappearance when the next weekend rolled around. it was weird, especially after being by max's side through the whole season. and even though the dutchman didn't actually confirm or deny the breakup rumors, when he won the 2021 world driver championship and had another girl cheering for him, it became quite clear that you two were over.

charles and you had grown closer since that night in qatar, and after abu dhabi, he flew as quickly as he could back to monaco. not only because he desperately wanted the season to be over after finishing seventh in the standings, but because he wanted to see you as soon as possible, to assure that you were doing okay after max's little show the day before.

"what are you doing here?" you were a little surprised to see charles back at your place, in monaco, after watching him on tv a few hours before, racing on the other side of the world. "wanted it all to end as soon as possible. took the first flight back home" he hugged you and rubbed your back while doing so. you moved aside, so he could step into your apartment.

"i know you saw the little stunt he pulled yesterday" he mumbled, seated in your couch with his arms resting on his knees, looking at the floor. he never referred to max by his name when he was talking about him with you, not that it happened often. being a harry potter die-hard fan, he preferred to call him by voldemort's nickname in the series, he who must not be named. it was a silly thing to do, but it always made you smile. you sat next to him and put your palm on his knee, reassuringly. "i'm just glad you got tenth place" you smiled, and now he turned his head, connecting his blue eyes with yours. "i'm sure you'll do better next season".

And I know I make the same mistakes every time

Bridges burn, I never learn, at least I did one thing right

monday, february 14, 2022.

"can we go out tonight?" charles looked at you with pleading eyes, while laying on your stomach. "you're sure?" you said, clear doubt in your voice. being valentine's day, you knew that if anyone saw you, they would put two and two together and figure that between charles and you there was something bigger than a friendship.

not that you really cared about what anyone would say, but it would be like throwing a match to a gasoline tank, inevitably exploding, and you were afraid that it would break you two apart. charles would be called a bad friend, a traitor, like anyone apart from you three knew what truly happened between you. and you would be called every name on the book. so you wanted to avoid going public for however long you could, keep your situationship in the dark.

"yes, are you?"

after everything that happened with your ex, you had almost promised to yourself that you wouldn't date another driver on the grid. and it wasn't intentional, but how could you not fall for charles when he was an angel sent from heaven?

My baby's fit like a daydream

Walking with his head down

I'm the one he's walking to

saturday, march 20, 2022.

going against your friend's advice, you decided to join charles on the first race weekend of the season. it was your first race back since everything went downhill in qatar, so you were nervous about running into max or any redbull's employees, knowing that your presence would eventually be disclosed to the dutchman. so, you remained at all times on charles' trailer, where usually no one came close, and no one apart from his pr manager and carlos knew about you turning up to bahrain.

not even charles, as you didn't want to distract him from qualifying.

only after getting pole, for the first time of the season, carlos was the one responsible to tell his monegasque friend that you were actually there. he almost was as quickly as his car when running through the paddock, trying to get to you as quickly as possible. once he made it through the door, closing it fast to avoid any spying eyes, he reached for you, already standing on the middle of the room, prepared to congratulate him on his achievement. "I knew you could do it, love!"

"everything for you".

I want to wear his initial

On a chain round my neck, chain round my neck

Not because he owns me

But 'cause he really knows me

thursday, august 12, 2022.

even though you were acting like a couple for a bit now, and everyone that knew you thought that you were, in fact, together, you two weren't official yet. not because you didn't want to, but you wanted to avoid moving too fast, and charles understood your decision. you were seen at the track a couple of times now since the season started, always by the monegasque side, but walking behind him, careful to keep your distance.

but now, since the summer break had started, you had spent every waking moment together in your apartment, almost attached to the hip. considering that he would be going with his family on a trip soon, you didn't want to lose any moment you two could enjoy, not wanting to miss him later, even though it would be inevitable.

"why don't you come with me then, ma belle?" charles said, while packing the things he kept at your house on a suitcase. you laughed a bit, thinking that he was joking. when you saw his serious face, you got up from the couch and went to hug him from behind. "maybe another time, love. now you have to rest, spend some time with your loved ones".

"then you should be there too" charles turned his head a bit so he could kiss your temple. he whispered in your ear "wait, i have something I've been waiting to give you."

you weren't good with surprises, so you stood up quickly after charles had gone to grab whatever he had on his jacket. pouting, you said "what is it, charles?"

"don't be inpatient and close your eyes for me, love" he called with a tone full of mischief. you laughed a bit and put your hands covering your eyes, to avoid the urge to spy. "put your hands out" charles commanded and you obliged, extending your palms face up towards where you assumed he was standing.

he deposited a small box that, once he told you it was okay to open your eyes, you could see that was white. opening it you saw a beautiful necklace with a little c letter on it, small but still visible enough. "i know this could be too soon for you, but i need to do this. you can call it what you want, but please, will you be officially mine?"

smiling, you answered softly. "nothing i would want more, charles".

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(bad at) keeping secrets / charles leclerc

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day 8: hide (part of one-word november prompts!)

summary: charles and you were seeing eachother for quite some time, but still couldn't quite figure out how to tell your brother, pierre. (and maybe you don't need to)

word count: 0.6k

pairing: charles leclerc x gasly!reader

warnings: not proofread! also, badly translated french lmao

charles and you had met in the early days of his career, back when he was still racing in karts just like your brother, pierre. you and your family spent your whole days accompanying your older brother who, just as charles', couldn't see himself doing any other thing that wish to be part of the formula 1 world one day.

eventually, all three of you grew up, still together. even though you spend less time with them due to their tight schedules, you hangout just enough to catch feelings for the monegasque. still, you were always too scared to do anything with charles, not wanting to disrupt the friendship the two boys had since they were kids.

but the more you tried to stay away from him, the closest you became. it's like you two were attracted like magnets. so now, three months after starting to see eachother, he was in your apartment in only his sweatpants after a night together. it was a sunday, and due to it being an off-week for him, you two were taking advantage of the little time you had together watching a movie on the tv while laying on your bed.

until your heard the sound of keys on your door lock. you got up and looked at charles, confused because you weren't expecting anyone, and found it strange that the person who was trying to get in had the keys in the first place. you thought that maybe a neighbor had got the apartment doors messed up since they looked all the same, but you quickly recognised the voice that reached your ears.

"ma colombe (my dove), you home?"

charles, who was close to falling asleep a second ago, had almost fallen to the floor, caught off guard by his best friend's presence. you had been keeping your relationship a secret until now, not knowing how or when was the right time to tell pierre that you had been seeing his best friend, despite his general warnings to not mess with any drivers -especially the monegasque-.

"please stay here and hide. i'll get him out as soon as i can" you whispered to him, giving the boy a quick peek on the lips before fixing your hoodie. that wasn't even yours in the first place. god, you hoped pierre didn't notice. "yes, i'm home" you said, closing the door as fast as you could, so he wouldn't see who was inside. "what are you doing here?"

"great to see you two" he huffed. you hadn't mean to come off as annoyed to him, knowing that this was off of character for you, who had always had a soft spot for your big brother. he continued "maman said you had forgotten a jacket, and since your house was on the way to mine i decided that I should drop it off" he said calmly, while handling you the piece of clothing. you smiled and nodded thanking him, but didn't say anything else. "what is it, chère (dear), something wrong?" he asked, now worried due to your lack of interaction. in a normal situation, you would have invited him to lunch, maybe talk a bit about how his last race went. but your silence made him suspicious. "sorry, I was quite busy back there, I was just working" you quickly answered. maybe too quickly.

"working in your bedroom?" pierre asked, switching his stare to the door where you had came from. "if you were working, why are you so flustered?"

"i-i'm not" your cheeks immediately flushed pink, and you knew that if he continued to ask questions, you'll be fucked. "okay okay, if you say. see you at maman'š'" you took a long breath, filling your lungs after holding your breath for a bit too long. but just when he was about to disappear through the door, you heard his voice, full of mischief, while screaming out loud "also, tell charles he needs to get a more subtle car if he doesn't want to be seen".

[charlewiss-writes]

make damn sure / charles leclerc

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day 19: wonder (part of one-word november prompts!)

word count: 1.5k.

pairing: bff!charles x reader

summary: being the hopeless romantic that you are, you've been dreaming about your special other your whole life. you're talking to your best friend pierre about the dream guy. what if you already knew him?

author's note: not proofread, so for sure many errors lmao. hope its still understandable (? also, im sorry for the delay! will try to have day 20 ready soon but its one prompt i really like so i dont want it to be short :( ill see what i can do! thanks for sticking with me through almost 20 days already!!

since being childhood friends, charles, pierre and you were inseparable. going to school together, joining them on their karting days, them joining you in your school plays. you were always there for eachother, without doubt. so when things started to get complicated at your house and you decided to move, they were 100% in. and that's how you ended now, two years after living with them, in the couch while talking to the frenchman.

"don't you wonder sometimes?" you had started the conversation, voice dry after hours without saying a word. it went like that sometimes, all too busy with their stuff: sometimes, even though you lived with two other people, thanks to their jobs, it seemed like you lived on your own. pierre straightened himself a little on his seat and turned his body towards you, so he could look into your eyes as he said "about?".

immediately regretting your decision to bring this topic to the table, you tried to back off. "well of course you don't, you already have a girlfriend" jokingly, you said. that only seemed to interest the boy in front of you more, being one that didnt like to leave things unresolved. "what are you talking about?". after knowing you for so long, they already knew you were a hopeless romantic at heart, but still, it made you nervous to talk about it out loud, being aware that it could seem ridiculous to others. "promise you won't laugh about it".

"when did I laugh to you?" he said, tilting his eyebrowns like you were telling him something unbeliavable. but you two, having the brother-sister relationship that you had, knew that he was blantantly lying as he always made fun of you, as you made fun of him too. seeing your glare, he laughed before saying. "fine, I won't, i promise". still, you took a bit of time before actually telling him what had been on your mind all day. "I don't know, I started to think about how everyone has met their significant other but I can't seem to find them".

"what if you did already? you know plenty of people".

you fully laughed at him, with no means to offend the frenchman. it truly seemed hilarious to you that he would believe that. "I think I would have realised if a certain person with all the qualities that I look for passed in front of me, pierre. I'm not dumb".

"you sure?"

and if look could kill, you would've been charged for murder. "you're being awfully mean to me today, pierre".

"it's cause you're so blind sometimes, like you purposely don't want to see". he looked pissed off now, and the change between his playful tone and this much colder one threw you off. "see what?" you asked.

"the way he looks at you".

it was a common discusion betweet you two, ever since you realized that you didn't love both boys the same. and although yeah, you cheered for their wins and stood through their hard times the same, the smile that adorned your face was different when you were greeted at the other side by the grin of a certain monegasque, who you also lived with. but for you, he was completely off limits. and you were okay with that, with being alone on the sidelines cheering for him, not expecting anything else from him. "oh shut up. you know we're just friends".

"if telling yourself that lets you sleep at night, go ahead. but you have to know that its okay to fall in love. if it goes wrong, i'm sure we can figure it out: you won't lose us. but what if it goes right and you're wasting your time? won't you like to know?".

"know what?".

the voice of a certain someone startled you. it wasn't like you didn't know he was in the house, but after a few hours asleep you had forgotten about him at all, otherwise you wouldn't be talking about this topic in the middle of the house. "know why she likes to talk about deep topics when we should be asleep" he quickly managed to answer, and even though it wasn't a lie, it felt wrong to lie to charles like that. "but why don't you two continue with the chat, eh?, i'm sure charles as more answers than i,he's smarter after all". the monegasque laughed at that and punched his arm in his way out, while he entered the room and started to get comfortable in the same couch that you were sat in.

"i love talking about deep topics, why don't you ever talk to me about it?" he sounded genuinely hurt, like the fact that you preferred to talk about certain stuff with pierre over him really bothered the ferrari driver. "thought you were asleep, charles". and it wasn't a lie.

"don't you trust me?"

"don't be silly, cha. I didn't want to bother you, that's all"

"you could never bother me".

after a few moments in silence, where he directed his eyes towards the ceiling instead of looking at you, he said, softly this time, like he truly didn't want to wake pierre up with his tone. "pierre's right. we need to talk. i want your opinion about something". at that, you clearly became more interested in whatever charles had to say. it had been a while since you two really talked, since he was always away, and when he wasn't, you were the one with the busy schedule. "it's really really really complicated, but i think i like a girl, and i don't know how to talk to her about it".

ah, that's it. that's your worse nightmare coming true, once again.

obviously, being the pretty boy that charles was, always so well manered and the perfect boyfriend that a mother could ask for his child, it wasn't the first time that he had a partner. but as the time went on, you knew he was getting more serious about the whole dating thing, and it scared you to think about him settling in for someone lese. someone that wasn't you. so, after all the years that passed, it still hurt quite a bit to hear him talk about other people in the same way you wished to be talked about.

after a few minutes where you didn't say anything, too stunned to actually answer him, you started to get self concious. obviously, he for sure saw how your face dropped when he told you that. would he realize that you had feelings for him all this time? would he feel betrayed? after all, he thought that you were only his friend, and thats why he was telling you this in the first place.

"you don't get it, do you?"

you furrowed your browns, now confused at what he was implying with that last sentence. "what do i have to get?".

he laughed about it and took your hands into his, to gently brush your fingers over your palm. "i'm talking about you, silly".

"what do you mean? why?".

his deep greenish blue eyes looked straight at yours, and it was impossible to pull away from his gaze. he softly started to answer your question. at least the one you had told him about, since your brain was already a mess with all the questions you had for him. since when? how didn't you see it before? did pierre knew about this? was that why he always talked to you about it?

"cause i've been in love with you for my whole life, more or less. i was just too scared to ruin things between us, but pierre talked me into it. said our friendship is bigger than anything that life could throw at us. and im confident we can work things out, you know? we have known eachother for so long. i know you like the palm of my hand. and you know me the same. please, don't tell me you didn't think about it, at least once, y/n".

you smiled, knowing about the endless times you had fallen asleep to the thought of you two together. wondering exactly this, if you could ever work out. how, each time, pierre and you talked about what you were looking for, you were, knowing or not, describing the boy that was in front of you, looking lovingly into your eyes. "i think about it all the time, cha".

"and why didn't you say anything before?" he reached for your face, gently caressing it with his right hand. "cause we're both dumb, i guess. but i think it's for the better, no? we've grown so much. we know how to make this work"..

"i'm gonna make damn sure, love".

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calling in sick / charles leclerc

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day 25: sick (part of one-word november prompts!)

word count: 0.6k

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

summary: it wasn't usual to see charles catching a cold, but when he didn't follow his normal routine, you figured something was wrong.

it was weird to wake up next to him in the mornings. usually, he used to wake up at 7 a.m to go to his daily run, but now he was snuggling behind you, keeping you close. the weather was getting colder, but the heat that his body was radiating didn't let you get cold. "baby, did you miss your alarm?" you said softly, while tapping his arm that was across your stomach to try and wake him up gently.

"i don't feel good, mon amour".

you turned to look at him, and he groaned, still with his eyes closed. touching his forehead, you realized he was burning, so you got up to try and find some meds to give him. charles whined when he felt you slipping away. "where are you going?" he spoke, and his voice sounded rough, like he hadn't drunk enough water lately. when you got into bed again, you had some pills in one hand and a glass of water on the other. charles straightened himself a little, leaning his bare back into the headboard. "you have to stay away, chérie, i'll get you sick".

"you won't, cha. and if you do, i don't care. it'll be good to take some days off work" you joked, and he laughed a little, until it turned into a cough. you urged him to take the pills faster, and he obliged, downing the entire glass of water afterwards. he closed his eyes, still resting on the bedframe, while you tried to cover him more with the sheets, saying "you need to cover yourself a little, baby. put on a hoodie and lie down a bit". you took of the hoodie you were wearing, that was his, and he sighed, but did as you told him. when he "you sound like my mom" charles said in a joking tone. seated on the bed, while watching him, you snickered back at him. "i'll call her to ask how does she gets you to listen when you're sick".

"hey, don't be mean, i'm doing what you said, see?" he made a gesture, signaling that his body was entirely covered and he had put on some clothes to avoid feeling cold. "because i threatened to talk to your mom!" you laughed, and he smiled a bit, reaching for your hand. when he finally grabbed it, he promised. "i'll be good from now on, yeah? can you hold me now, please?". he looked like a little kid, and it made your heart swell. you smiled at him, even though he had his eyes closed and couldn't see your reaction. opening up the covers, he made space for you in his arms, and you gladly took it. "of course cha, come here".

you had already texted andrea, telling him that your boyfriend was feeling down today, but you were taking extra good care of him to, hopefully, get him back on his feet and training for the next race after making sure that he was healthy again and ready to go. after a few minutes without charles saying anything, and due to his even breathing pattern, you thought he had finally fallen back asleep, needing the extra sleep to help his body fight out the cold. you noticed he was still awake, though half asleep, when he pulled you closer and asked you "is this a good enough excuse for you to make me cupcakes?"

"i don't think andrea will be happy with that" you smiled and he groaned, tickling your side a bit and making you laugh in the process. "but we can keep it a secret, no? and maybe it'll make you get better faster, love". he smiled at your words. "i'm sure it will".

[charlewiss-writes]

keeping score / pierre gasly

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day 21: score (part of one-word november prompts!)

pairing: pierre gasly x reader

word count: 1.4k

summary: the four times pierre made your nervous, and the one time you hit him back with the same tactics.

author's note: I really liked how this turned out!!! hope you like it too. don't forget to leave a comment<3

I.

"why you're always nervous around me?"

he always used to tease you about it. it wasn't intentional, but with you being the more introverted part of the friendship, he took great pleasure in teasing you in public, when you would get extremely flustered.

still, you would deny it every time.

"what are you talking about, pierre?".

"come on, y/n, you know you always get flustered when I get too close to you. do you think I don't notice?" he said, while cornering you into entering his driver's room. you rolled your eyes, walking backwards into the small space. suddenly, you stumbled upon his desk and were left there, stranded between the table and his body.

it was inevitable for you to get nervous, being so close to him. even if you truly didn't feel anything for him, being this near to pierre's body made you tense. "god, you're so annoying. shut up."

"make me" he whispered, his breath sending shivers through your spine. he smiled triumphantly, seeing the reaction he had on your body. "i told you so. we're 1-0, little one."

II.

since then, it had started something like a competition between you two. he would make every flirty comment he could and you had to endure it, try to not show that it was working to prove him wrong.

"if I can get into q3, will you go out with me?"

the frenchman had been asking you for a date outside of work for way too long. you obviously refused every time, not wanting to step over the line, but today you were feeling a little bit playful. you knew that this year, the car had been difficult for both pierre and yuki, so even if everything was done perfectly, reaching q3 alone was a huge accomplishment.

"only q3? I think you would need a p6 minimum for me to even think about it, gasly" you joked. being a man who loved challenges, he went into the track disposed to reach his goal: and he exceeded it, as he always did, getting that tractor miraculously into p5.

somehow, the odds were at his favor today, and while the whole garage cheered due to both cars getting into the final part of qualifying, you laughed knowing how stubborn pierre was and how hard he had to push to end as high as he did in the starting lineup. when he had finished shaking hands with the whole team who had nothing but praise towards him, he made his way over you, ruffling his wet hair in the process and with a huge grin on his face.

"ugh, wipe that smug look off your face. I said I'd think about it, not that I would do it, pierre".

“so you'll be thinking about me, uh?" he stood in front of you, and you could see the spark on his eyes thanks to being this close to him. "god. you're insufferable".

2-0.

III.

pierre had been really into fashion lately. so here he was, at the studio, modelling some sweaters that were part of his new line, 'the pierre gasly knit capsule', which was supposed to come out when the weather started to get chilly. you were joining him, like you always were, but standing on a corner, not wanting to disrupt the vibe or bring attention towards your presence. still, you saw that he looked indecisive, switching back and forth between two different colours: blue and green.

"baby, come over here-" he called while looking at you through the mirror. you opened your eyes, wide, and started to stride towards him quickly, wanting to shut him up as quickly as you could. "stop calling me baby! you'll make everyone think that we're together" you smacked his arm, trying at the same time to hide your face, which had turned red due to the embarrassment that pierre always seemed to pull you through, with your hair.

"maybe I want them to, ever thought about that?" he said, while taking the hair out of your face, tucking the strands behind your ear. "don't hide your face, you're cute when you blush".

3-0.

IV.

charles and pierre always used to joke about your height. being the giants they were, any average person looked small next to them. however, their height came in handy when you needed to reach something that was just too high for you. being in pierre's house, everything was placed way out of your reach, so you had to ask for his help.

"pierre!" you called. he was laying in his bed, but came almost running when he heard you, afraid that something had happened to you. "what happened, chéri?".

"can you get me the coffee, pretty please?"

he furrowed his eyebrows, but still complied with your request, giving you the small jar that was on the top shelf, at the perfect height for pierre. "thought that something serious had happened".

"me being short as hell is something serious that happened, pierre" you laughed. you never really care about your height, but you took great offence when the guys teased you about it. "actually, I think you're the perfect height" he said, engulfing you in his arms and placing his head on top of yours, without having to shrink himself too much. "you can hear how my heart beats when I hug you. and also, you would have to get on your tippy toes to kiss me" pierre said jokingly, to which you rolled your eyes, even though he couldn't really see you doing it. "you forget I'm also at the perfect height to elbow you directly in the gut, gasly. don't tempt me."

4-0?

V.

thanks to abu dhabi being the last race of the season and you joining them during the weekend, it was practically impossible for you to avoid going to the after party the whole grid was invited to. obviously, you'd be with friends, but it didn't make you feel better knowing that dressing up for fancy events wasn't your favourite plan, and certainly being in the spotlight was something you had avoided all these years. going with charles and pierre to the party meant that you had to dress nice, and also, would be photographed next to the two f1 drivers.

since he saw you in the lobby of the hotel all of you were staying at, he couldn't keep his eyes out of you, being almost glued to your side. that's how you two ended drinking an dancing together, maybe way too close for two people who claimed to be just friends.

eventually, and thanks to the alcohol clouding your logical mind, you said to puerre. "so are we just going to keep grinding in the middle of the club or do you actually want to go somewhere?".

the liquid courage cursing through your blood made you seem it was okay to flirt like this with pierre. sober you would never, afraid that you could fly too close to the sun and the fun would be over. you didn't actually have intentions to take him back to your place, thinking that he wouldn't fall for it and refuse your proposal. that's why it was funny when, even though the fluorescent light at the club didn't let you see clearly, you noticed how his eyes widened and his grab of your waist tightened.

"are you playing with me?"

the music was way too deafening, so even if you wanted to answer him from a decent distance, you couldn't. using the hand that was circling his neck while dancing, you dragged him a bit down, so you could whisper something into his ear. "am i, gasly?"

he went pale and started stuttering, taken off guard with your sudden boldness. "c-can I get back to you on that in a minute? i-i need something stronger".

you laughed at his agitated reaction, given it was weird to see pierre gasly this thunderstruck about something. normally, it would be you on the other end of a flirty comment, ending on you being the one stuttering and wanting to get away as quickly as possible. being now the one that caused all on this on the frenchman made you feel powerful, and you understood why he kept doing it to you. "did I make you nervous, pierre?".

he could instantly hear in your voice the jokingly tone, which made him aware that he had, in fact, lost in your silly little competition. "you're playing with fire" he pressed himself a little more into you, which allowed you to feel him almost completely, everywhere. "i'm not afraid to burn a little. we're just keeping score, pierre" you answered, even though your sober brain would probably call your bullshit straight away. now, with a few drinks into your system and the electrifying environment around you, it didn't matter.

"you're mean".

"and you love me for it".

4-1.

but it was safe to say that you had won the competition, even if the numbers weren't in your favor. and even if it was just for tonight.

[charlewiss-writes]

better on you / charles leclerc

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day 1: hoodie (part of one-word november prompts!)

summary: why seeing you wearing his clothes made his heart race like that? why you couldn't stop smiling after realising it smelled like him?

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

word count: 968 words

warning: poorly proofreaded (? don't know if this classifies as a warning but there's mentions of platonic!mick and pierre too

author's note: so unfortunately i have my main @charlewiss shadowbanned rn:( so I'll be posting everything here until it goes back to normal.

you two were friends. at least that's what you used to say to everybody that asked. your best friend mick, his best friend pierre. even his family. and you weren't lying: you two were friends. if you wanted to be more, well, that was another topic to discuss.

it had happened slowly, and as cliché as it sounded, you didn't realise until it was too late. hell, you had tried to deny it every single chance that you got, thinking that, maybe, if you refused it every time someone asked, it would go away. but it didn't.

at first, you didn't think anything different of it. you knew charles since you two were kids, and knew that he was naturally a very attentive person: always sending good morning and good night texts, asking for your family every chance he got, and talking nonstop to you throughout the day, even when his schedule didn't always match with yours. still, pierre was sure that his friend wouldn't go the extra mile like he did with you. and mick saw how the monegasque looked at you, and specially how he looked at him when you got too close for his liking. the german boy was sure that there was something between you two, even if you two didn't see it yet.

like every weekend off he had during the season, you two would meet at a local café in monaco were you used to spend your evenings when you had some homework to do for school. now, it was just a ritual you liked to keep, to maintain some sense of normalcy. to think that the charles in front of you was the same little boy who you used to know back then. but it wasn't like he had changed. he just grew into the man that he was always meant to be. just a little older, skin thicker after what he had to endure at such a young age: loss, defeat, pain. charles carried himself like he was older, wiser than any guy his age.

still, when you meet its like time hasn't passed for you two. you're sure the laughs you share are pissing the other clients on the shop, but you don't care. you two laughed like old times, telling funny little stories and catching up on what you've been missing, since it wasn't usual for you to go to his races.you two spent the entire day together, but even then, it all fell short. even if you spent a whole week together it would seem short. only a lifetime next to him would suffice. and even then, if you had forever guaranteed, you would still need more of charles. how could you ever get enough?

fuck, you were down bad. and still, you didn't even realize it. or didn't want to face it.

when the owner of the shop had told you sweetly that the shop was about to close, you payed the tab and, without a single question, began walking to your home that was just s couple blocks away. the weather was nice when you two met earlier, but now the wind had picked up, making your arm fill with goosebumps.

"hey, you're cold?" he started taking off his hoodie, wrapping it over your figure. it was still warm thanks to his body heat, and you could smell his perfume on it. why were you suddenly flustered? "didn't realize it would be this cold" you chuckled, and took his hoodie from your back to put it on properly.

you two continued walking and talking about every single thing that crossed your mind. except one.

he wouldn't dare say it to you, but he was absolutely amazed at the way his hoodie looked on you. it was huge, considering he was certainly taller and bigger. charles couldn't hide the smile and sparkle on his eyes, even though he had started avoiding your gaze to try to not get caught. he realized something had changed inside him. it was like something dormant had awakened.

all the sleepless nights talking, even when he should've been asleep. all the times he had talked to pierre about you. all the resentment he has built toward mick, even though he didn't deserve it, just because he was the one making you laugh. all the anger he had towards him, cause he was too coward to do anything about his feelings, being scared that you would reject him. he knew he didn't want to fuck it up. after all, you two were the closest friends, meaning that your family was close too, and he didn't want to mess it up just because he wanted to follow the lead his stupid heart dictated.

too engulfed in his own thoughts, and at the same time, on your conversation, that he hadn't noticed that you had already arrived to your destination. fuck, if he would've noticed he would've walked slowly. just to get a couple more minutes with you. a triple header was coming, meaning that you would see eachother for nearly a month. these were the hardest parts of the season for you both, even if you hadn't mentioned it to one another.

"this is yours" your voice brought him back to reality, grounding him. you extended your arm, intending to give back the piece of clothing you desperately wanted to keep. it had made you feel closer to him, even though he was by your side the whole walk home.

"no, no, keep it on. it looks better on you anyways" said charles, smiling now. he got closer to you, so he could give you a big hug that lingered for a bit too long, and left you feeling more warm and fuzzy that hoodie could ever give you.

[charlewiss-writes]

what took you so long? / mick schumacher

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day 5: reunion (part of one-word november prompts!)

pairing: mick schumacher x vettel!reader

word count: 1.8k

author's note: really likes how this turned out!!! took me a bit more time so sorry for the delay!! italics are spoken in german and bold words are song lyrics from the song below that slightly inspired this :) hope you enjoy

"y/n, is it you?"

it was your first time back at the track after all the years that passed between your dad's retirement and today, the day where he would make his comeback. you remembered how this used to be your natural habitat back when you were growing up, glued to your father's hip. born between the loud engines, the burnt rubber smell and the electrifying energy around, it felt like home and you noticed quite quickly that this was where you were meant to be all along.

still, thanks to your dad being the most supportive man on the planet, he understood when you said to him that you wanted to create your own name in the world. being known as vettel's daughter since you opened your eyes into this world, now you wanted to build your own name, away from the racing world.

you turned back at the sound of the familiar voice, who you recognised instantly that it belonged to the only man that could make your skin shiver with just saying your name.

mick schumacher had always been a constant in your life. even before you were born, you were meant to be connected since the beginning, thanks to both your fathers close friendship. mick's dad, michael, was almost part of your family, being like an uncle to you, and seb had fulfilled the same role for mick all these years. even better, when he entered the f1 world, your dad had been in charge of keeping him close, helping him during these first few years.

you also were there all along. when mick won f3 in 2018, and then when he won f2 in 2020. you couldn't possibly be more proud of the boy that poured his heart and soul fully into the track, and that made your own heart race since you could register how you felt when he was near you. and still, you always dismissed all the clues your body couldn't disguise when he was close. your dad had said countless of times that he was betting on you two ending together someday, but still, you were too little and too stubborn to accept that fathers always know best, and in this situation it was no different.

back when your father retired at the end of the 2022 season, you were left heartbroken and promised that you wouldn't put another foot on track. for sure, you were glad that you would get your dad back, having time to spend with him, after all these years he had to travel the world while you took your first steps, learned your firsts words and fell in love with the same sport he had loved all his life. that's why it seemed unfair to you that he went the way he did. the man that won four championships and wrote his name forever in history deserved a better farewell than the one he got. and it wasn't no one's fault in particular. but you knew that given the right car, given the chance to fight for podiums and wins more than mere points finishes, he would still be out in the race track, where he belonged, where he was in his element.

so when the offer from audi came, proposing him to come back and be the teammate of his favourite german driver (apart from michael, of course), he couldn't say no. and you were glad. 4 years being by his side had been everything you ever dreamed, but seeing your best friend and your dad in a team together was a close second.

"oh my god, mick, it's been so long!" you almost screamed at him, while approaching the boy to give him a hug. he had paused in the middle of the garage, shocked at your presence, and wasn't reciprocating the hug. you realized that maybe he didn't miss you quite as much as you missed him, and let go, feeling quite awkward after. but he didn't let you go too far, and wrapped his arms around your figure tightly, now aware that you were, in fact, there.

"I missed you so much, schatzi".

—

"oh, what a great surprise I found here, my two favourite kids finally reunited!" your dad came almost screaming with love into the hospitality. you just smiled and tried to hide your face, since your sudden pink cheeks would reveal everything your dad didn't need to know. mick noticed instantly, and put his hand on your knee under the table you were sat in, in a reassuring way. he was the one who answered to your dad's joke. "why did you kept her from me all these years? could have used her support on the race weekends" mick said, smiling so brightly and now facing you, with a spark in his eyes that wasn't there before.

"told her a million times that you would be delighted with her presence here, but she denied each time" seb said jokingly, while getting closer to mick to put a hand on his shoulder and stroking it gently. the younger german went red, but you didn't seem to notice. "i guess I'm as stubborn as you are" you cheekily aimed the answer to your dad, who glared at you and acted angry. the laugh that you let out made his acting fall off, and seb started laughing too. "i'll let you alone, kids, god knows that you don't need me here" he said, and disappeared quickly, leaving both of you confused. what did he mean by that?

the day went by slowly. being a thursday, mick had little to no obligations but still, he tried to postpone everything he could, like the challenge he had scheduled to film for haas' youtube channel. after spending so much time apart, he told you he wanted to have all the time needed so you two could catch up. even though you kept contact through the years, it clearly wasn't the same to talk behind the screen and now, being face to face. mick was particularly interested in whatever you had to say, whether it was about your studies, your job, your family. he took every tiny piece you decided to give him, trying to get to know the woman that was now in front of him, the one he knew since he was just a kid but who had grown so much in the years you two hadn't maintained close contact.

seb had proposed to go out with the two of you to get a drink at a bar he saw earlier, but bailed last minute saying that he had a meeting that had extended for a bit too long. you knew that it was probably an excuse for you to have the talk that had been postponed for far too long. at first, it stayed strictly to small talk, continuing the direction you had taken earlier, but now focused on his job, how demanding it was sometimes. how lonely, too.

"remember our first kiss?" he said, out of nowhere. you saw how his cheeks reddened, probably because he realized how blunt his question had been. but before he could excuse himself, ashamed, you answered. "of course. we were, like, five?" you laughed, now with pink cheeks too. you had a crush on mick since before you could even know what a crush was. it never was something serious, you thought. the possibility of you two getting together had almost disappeared after a small fling you two had one summer. but knowing how serious he was about his job, and how serious you were about your interests outside the f1 world, you realised it probably would be too difficult to maintain a relationship like this. you saw how hard it was with your parents', and even though they showed you what real love looks like, you didn't know if you two were strong or mature enough to handle what it meant to have a long distance relationship.

"seb always said we would end up together" he said, rather shyly, hiding behind the non-alcoholic beer he was drinking. "yeah, I thought that too a few years ago" you admitted, saying something that you maybe wouldn't have said if it wasn't for the liquid courage that was flowing through your bloodstream. "not anymore?"

you huffed and ran your hands through your hair, trying to keep you grounded "we tried before, mick, it didn't work". the small relationship you had left you completely shattered. you had managed to get back to being close friends, not wanting to make it awkward for both of your families but also, knowing that you two couldn't get too far away from eachother. your dad, bless him, had stayed out of it, and you thought that he didn't even know it happened in the first place, because otherwise the blonde boy wouldn't be seated at your side. "yeah, I know, but don't you think that we've grown since then? that we could find a way to connect in new forms and better ways?" his blue eyes were calm like the ocean, hopeful but still as deadly as you remembered them. what would ensure that if you gave in, you wouldn't drown?

"it's still difficult, mick. I'm focusing on the last year of my studies and your focus is clearly here" you said, matter-of-factly. it wasn't meant to come as a protest. you supported him fully and respected that he had chose to follow the same path his dad had taken before him. you could never even think about going against it. "I know, but we could make it work, schatzi, don't you think?" mick smiled, now looking at your intertwined hands above the table. "if that's so, what are you waiting for?"

and just like that july situationship you had years ago, that included multiple nights of kissing and touching and feeling eachother, his lips found his way to meet yours. it had been so long since you last felt eachother this close, but still, it was like no time had passed. your hands found their way into the nape of his neck, caressing his hair, almost as second nature. the kiss was soft, almost shy, like the times you had sneaked out of your house, in the middle of the night, to meet him at your tree house back when you were twelve. after a few seconds, you broke the kiss, being desperate to get air into your lungs. still, your eyes remained closed, but you could feel his slightly agitated breath and how he smiled against your touch.

but suddenly, you heard a cough and opened your eyes, taken aback with the sudden interference. you were quickly brought back to reality by your dad's voice. "I'm sorry to interrupt, kids. but god, what took you so long?" he laughed, clearly enjoying both of your flushed red faces, while you tried to hide in mick's neck. he continued, not caring about how embarrassed you were, but rather enjoying it. "i was betting on this since before you two were even born".

[charlewiss-writes]

coffee for thought / pierre gasly

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day 11: dream (part of one-word november prompts!)

pairing: pierre gasly x reader

word count: 0.6k

summary: you've been avoiding him since your dream two nights ago. he isn't happy about it.

you had woken up pretty shaken after what you dreamed. and even now, two days later, you still couldn't quite face pierre, so you were avoiding him all-together: short replies, no facetimes, almost not congratulations after each race. you knew it was unfair to keep him in the dark, but you were scared that, somehow, the dream had messed up your friendship. you tried to convince yourself that it was just your brain messing with you. ever since you and your ex broke up, pierre had stepped up, being there for you to ensure that you were doing ok, even when he was busy with the long season ahead.

thankfully, he was away, so you didn't have to face him directly just yet. you thought you had a bit more time, but when your heard the knocks on the front door after the race weekend, you knew you were fucked.

"you've been avoiding me" he spoke, matter-of-factly while entering the apartment. you sighed, closing the door being him. 'clearly not well enough since you're here' you huffed. "what did I do wrong?" he said, while trying to look at your face that was covered with your palms. he got close to you and grabbing your wrists, took your hands off and you were now out of hiding. "nothing, pierre, just my silly little brain".

he furrowed his eyebrows. "what does that even mean? what happened?" his tone was increasingly worrying. you sighed and taking your hands off his grab, you caressed his arm. "p, I'm fine, I swear" and, again, trying to avoid his gaze, started to make your way to the kitchen. you didn't have to do anything in particular, just wanted to get out of his sight for a moment. still, he followed you there. "i don't believe you".

"fine, don't" you glared, and started to clean up the mug you used earlier to make tea. he continued. "if everything's fine, let's go get coffee then". you knew pierre and how persistent he was. he wouldn't leave you alone until you told him what was wrong. "you know how annoying you are?"

"yeah, and you still like me" you shivered at the thought of him knowing about why you've been avoiding him. and still, that silly little dream got you wondering. did you really like him like that or was it just part of the fantasy your brain had created? was this pierre the same one you dreamed of?

after getting in his car and him driving silently to your preferred coffee spot, you two ordered. now, back in his car, you knew he was waiting for you to finally tell him what happened. trying to make it as quick as possibly, you hurriedly said "i dreamed of you".

"wait, what?" pierre said, looking dumbfounded. quickly, he joked "was it hot?". immediately, you regretted your decision to tell him. "shouldn't have told you. please, take me back home" you said, now facing back towards the road and looking at the window, trying to hide your flushed cheeks.

"no no, I want to know. tell me, please" he said, extending his arms so he could grab your hand and gently caressing your knuckles. "i don't know. we were, like, together... and you were being cute. that's it. silly little dream. it doesn't really matter" you blurted, still avoiding his gaze but now drawing circles in his hand, trying to keep your nerves at bay. this could ruin you whole friendship. "do you think of us being together?" pierre asked. when you took a little bit too long to answer for his liking, he squeezed your hand a bit. "i don't know, I guess?" you now looked at him, searching his face for some sign of where he was going with that question. he grinned. "i do too"

[charlewiss-writes]

when you're sober / pierre gasly

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day 18: sober (part of one-word november prompts!)

pairing: pierre gasly x reader

summary: you had always been in love with him, but he never realised. when his girlfriend had enough, you two parted ways, understanding that it wasn't your place to intervene between the two of them. but now he was calling you, drunk and alone at a bar.

word count: 0.7k

"can you come pick me up?".

it was weird hearing his voice after so long. but still, you couldn't ever not recognise his tone after all the years where you were so familiar with his voice, that you could almost recreate it every time you read his texts, hearing his voice even when he wasn't in the same room as you.

you knew that him calling you was a mistake. it didn't even make sense that he had your contact in his phone, in the first place. but realised that maybe he wasn't aware of who was on the other side of the line. "do you know who this is, pierre?". he slurred his words, saying "y/n, I'm not that drunk", and you instantly knew that he was lying.

being protective towards him came almost as a second nature to you, so instead of pushing the subject of why he was calling you, after all that happened, you went straight to the point. "where are you?".

putting on the first sweatshirt you could find, you made your way towards the garage to reach the club as quickly as you could on your car. thankfully, monaco was a small place, and you were there in the blink of an eye, knowing that you probably should a few tickets for surpassing the street limit.

still, the silence when you drove allowed you thoughts to wander, going back to the reasons why you found pierre's call so strange. you had parted ways almost a year ago, since his girlfriend didn't like your friendship, accusing that you were too close to her boyfriend. and truly, you couldn't get mad at her for being reasonable, cause you knew she was right about it. and you also couldn't get mad at him for loving his girlfriend more than his alleged best friend, and deciding to stand by her side, and fix whatever it was that bothered her, even if what she asked was to end a life-long friendship like you and the frenchman had.

he was already out of the club when you arrived, but being seated on the edge of the sidewalk with his head down and close to his knees, he didn't see you coming. "hey, you're alright?" you said softly while patting his back, trying to not scare him with your sudden arrival.

"missed you so much, ma belle".

you shivered when you hear him calling you how he used to when you were little. a nickname you hadn't hear for way too long. closing your eyes and breathing deep you tried to remember that it wasn't him who was talking it was the alcohol. a few seconds later, you answered. "do you want me to drive you home?".

"no no, i told her I wouldn't come back until she was done moving out".

oh.

a million questions flooded your mind, but being mindful about his current state, you decided that you could get the answers you needed in the morning, when pierre was being pierre again. so you drove him back to your place, like you had done a million times before, back when it was your self-granted job to take care of him when he was too drunk to do it for himself.

giving him one of his old alpha tauri shirts, and placing two bottles of water and pills for the headache that would be, for sure, present tomorrow when he wakes up, you were about to leave the room, thinking that he had already fallen asleep.

but he said something you weren't expecting to hear. at least, not directed at you, as they were at the moment.

“I love you.”

you turned, a bit confused, expecting to see him deeply asleep. it wasn't unusual to hear pierre talking when he was into a deep slumber. but his fierce blue eyes where stuck into your figure, like it was physically impossible for him to turn away. "I love you" he repeated. like it was possible that you hadn't hear him the first time he pronounced the three words that you had expected to hear from him, maybe for a bit too long.

“tell me that when you’re sober, okay? i'll believe you then.”

[charlewiss-writes]

paper rings / mick schumacher

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day 28: rings (part of one-word november prompts!)

world count: 1.7k

summary: the four times mick jokes or talks about proposing, and the one time he finally does.

authors note: this took me awhile! had a lot going on between finals and I got too into the wc lmao but here it is! i think it's cute and it's the longest I've written! inspiration from certain dialogues comes from here, although I tried to make it special somehow. hope you like it! <3

loosely inspired by

I

being the new kid at school was never something good. after moving and changing schools too many times due to your dad's job, you had grown to notice that children were cruel when somebody new entered class. especially now, being 14 years old, it seemed like everyone had their close circle, and there wasn't a chance that they would let you into their small bubble. thankfully, for the first time ever, you weren't the only new kid in town. a tall, blonde boy with a thick german accent was called by the teacher to stand up and introduce himself to the class. that's how your learned that his name was mick. fast forward a few months, you two grew closer, drawn together because you were the new kids that didn't quite fit in.

one cold morning, while you two were sitting on a bench together, watching the other kids run around during recess, you noticed that your blue-eyed friend was quieter than normal, like he was thinking about something. "what is it, mick?" you asked, gently nudging his side to get his attention. "just thinking about things" he replied, straight to the point. he normally wasn't too talkative, but you two used to exchange a few words during the break, even if you were the one talking and he just answering to you. you decided that if he wanted to tell you, he would eventually, so you dropped it.

"ever thought of getting married to someone?" he said, seemingly out of nowhere, when the bell indicating that the recess was over ringed. you shrugged, never really giving the topic much thought, even though you were currently immersed in reading books that were all about love and happy endings. you never considered that's how life could go for you too. you asked mick, a bit confused this time "who would I get married to?". his cheeks went red in an instant after hearing your question, and his blue, beautiful eyes were fixated on the floor while you two walked back to the classroom, side by side, only connected by the shy touch of small hands brushing against eachother. "i don't know, maybe a friend?".

II

at sixteen, it seemed to you that everyone had already met the love of their life. at first, you didn't mind it, but when the girls you hanged on with at school started to forget about you, too wrapped up in their teenage flings, you were done with it. poor mick, always the listener, found himself the receiver of every complain you could have about boys and your failed love life. every boy you seemed to like always ended up being an asshole, and the blonde boy warned you everytime, but you wouldn't listen.

"i'm so sick of this, why is it so complicated? i won't ever marry, end of story. i'ill end up alone forever" you had concluded, after being too disappointed due to yearly school ball that was ocurring tonight but you refused to go, given that you didn't have anyone to ask you to go. "I wouldn't mind being married to you" mick, almost too soft for you to pick up, had said. you smirked and jokingly replied, always diminishing his efforts, telling yourself he didn't really meant it, but that he said it anyways to make you feel better. "obviously, I'm a catch."

he grunted, mad that you weren't taking his sayings as truthful. "i'm serious, y/n" he told you again, now looking into your eyes. "so am i, mick".

III

you never quite like big parties. and you never would have agreed to go to the one you were invited to now, if it was up to you. but mick, sweet boy mick, couldn't say no when corinna invited you to celebrate new years with them after some months without really staying in touch with your best friend. you thought that it was for the best: having recently discovered about your feelings towards the german boy, and being sure that it wasn't mutual, you decided that staying away would help the feelings disappear. but apparently, whatever "absence makes the heart grow fonder" shit they said was true, or so you learned to agree on, since you couldn't remember a day where you didn't want to talk to him and go back to the way things where before

"it's the sixth one you try on, y/n. everything looks great on you anyways" the boy said, seated on the sofa that the store provided for those who weren't trying on clothes. even if you didn't detect any frustrations in his voice, she apologized for how long the seemingly easy task was taking her. "that isn't true, mick. i'm sorry for being annoying, should have brought gina with me."you quipped. mick frowned as he heard you favouring his sister over him, and quickly replied "hey, no, you're not annoying. i didn't mean for it to sound like that." you smiled at his fast reaction, careful to not get into your bad side knowing how quick you could get mad. still, you were in a playful mode, and continued with the banter, even if there was a bit of truth in your statement. "i don't know how you put up with me, honestly." you sincerely hugged him, absorbing his heat and perfume.

"maybe it is because I've been hopelessly in love with you since we were kids."

you broke the hug when you heard what he said, trying to hide the goosebumps that appears in your skin, and the effect his grazing breath had on you. almost as if it was second nature to you, you put on the joking mask, again, afraid to let him see the hopeful look in your eyes that, maybe, just maybe, he felt the same for you. "ha! that was a good one, schumacher. almost had me going with that serious expression." you signaled to his face, jaw locked and confused eyes. "forgot i can read you like a book."

IV

after getting tired of seeing how every partner you had never lived up to what you deserved, your best friend -until then- had decided that he had to step up. that's how you two had end up together, just as your two families always talked about. at first, you were quite afraid that, after all these years as friends, becoming something more would damage the relationship you already had, but gladly it surprised you for the better: mick and you worked well together, easily passing from friends to partners. after finishing school you started to work in a garden center, and now aged twenty and with some help from your family, you were thinking about opening your own shop. the only thing stopping you was the fact that you still couldn't figure how you would name it.

"why not using your last name?" the blonde boy suggested, while walking through the rows of plants that almost engulfed him. you huffed, already considering that idea due to it being a family business, but not quite liking how it sounded. "not everybody has a cool last name like you, schumacher" you joked, and the blonde boy smiled at you, slowly making his way towards you to hug you from behind. "you could have it too if you wanted" he advised, whispering in your ear. it sent chills down your spine. "y/n schumacher, sounds cool, doesn't it?" mick said, with a confident smile painted in his lips. your cheeks reddened at the idea of sharing his last name. it wasn't the first time you two had talked about marriage, and even when you agreed it was still too soon, just thinking about sharing his last name left you feeling warm inside. so, you did what you always do best: deflect with humor. "can you just ask me to marry you like a normal person?".

V

it was another rainy day at home, and due to the boredness creeping in your bones since you had woken up far too early and couldn't go back to sleep, you had resolved to spend your time scrolling on tiktok. at least until it was an acceptable time to start making breakfast, or until mick woke up. whatever happens first, you thought. but after a few minutes laying still, only paying attention to the media displaying in your phone, you ran across a crafting video of some sort, that taught how to do paper rings. being the absolute biggest fan of taylor swift on planet earth, you couldn't contain the excitement of trying it out, so you slowly left your boyfriend's arms to go look for the required things.

"why did you woke up so early?" the croaky voice of your boyfriend due to the sleepiness still towering over him startled you, not expecting him to wake up so soon after your departure. "i'm sorry, love." you replied, pouting, and standing up from the table to hug him, hiding in his chest. "did i woke you up?"

his full, pink lips warmed your heart when you heard what he said. "no, i just missed you", followed by an eye rub to dissipate the sleep that remained. you grabbed his hand, and rushed him to join you at the counter where you were working at. "i just came across a video and wanted to try it out. look, i made you a paper ring" you said, grinning like a child who just got gifted what she asked for christmas. mick reciprocated your energy, seating beside you while asking "can you teach me how to do one?".

after teaching him how to fold the paper correctly and endure multiple paper cuts, you left him alone to continue the task while you went to make tea since the weather outside continued to be awful and grey. too focused on the task at hand, you didn't hear when mick stood up and got on one knee, until he reached for you waist, saying "liebling, can you turn around please?".

your breath got stuck instantly when you turned to face him, as the tears came crashing down your face. being together since you had turned twenty, now aged twenty-two, and having known him your whole life, it clicked instantly that this was how it was meant to be: you two, together, at home, without shiny things but filled with endless amount of love from both sides. "will you marry me?" he finally said, with tears brimming from his clear blue eyes.

"about time you'd ask, schumacher".

[charlewiss-writes]

treat you better / george russell

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day 12: special (part of one-word november prompts!)

word count: 0.7k

pairing: george russell x reader

summary: he's been dying to show you how special you could feel with him by your side. if only you would stop dating idiots that waste your time, he thought.

warnings: not proofread!

author's note: tried to write this as quickly as possible to post before the day ended. i still like it!!! hope you like it too<333 don't forget to leave a comment!

"remind me again, why are you crying for that bastard?"

you were weeping against his chest, while he gently caressed your hair trying to soothe the heartache. you and your boyfriend had broken up for the hundredth time. or at least that's how george saw it.

"he's my boyfriend, george" you managed to say through the softs sobs that were still scaping your mouth. he furrowed his brows, making a confused face that you couldn't see, due to you being pressed against his torso. "didn't you just tell me you broke up?"

"yeah, but I still love him"

'but how could you? after everything he did" he took your silence as a cue to keep asking, but now with a more soft tone. "why would you?"

after his sudden comment, you separated from him, now feeling weirded out by his -apparently unreasoned- outburst. "i don't know, george. all that bullshit of 'the heart wants what it wants' i guess". he huffed, clearly not satisfied with the answer he got, and instead got up from the couch to get some water. on his way, though, you saw how hard he was clenching his fist, making they seem almost white. after drinking a bit, he answered.

"that's bullshit".

"how are you so sure?"

now seated again beside you, he replied, trying to catch your eyes that where looking directly at your hands. "I know your heart. it's not that dumb."

you finally complied, looking directly at his blue eyes. "where are you going with this?". he got closer and offered the glass of water where he had been drinking from. "you know where".

"actually, I don't" with a ironic smile, you said. "please enlighten me, russell."

"i could treat you so much better".

letting the glass on the coffee table in front of the sofa where you two were currently in, you tried to avoid his gaze. "we're not having this conversation again".

"cause you know I'm right".

frustrated, you almost yelled at him, regretting it almost instantly. "cause you know why you aren't!". he wasn't actually trying to make you mad, so instead he tried to crack a joke that would ease the quickly growing tension that floated in the air. "I could do an entire powerpoint presentation on why we could work out" after not receiving an answer, he continued. "i would drop everything for you".

"and that's exactly why we won't work out" you said sincerely. the british driver had confessed one time, while drunk, that he would quit everything if that meant even the smallest possibility of you two getting together. you knew that he was only joking, he wouldn't actually do it, but even the smallest chance lf it actually happening scared you. how could you ask so much of him? being part of the f1 grid was always his dream, even since you started to know him back when he was in his karting days. you could never even think about him leaving everything for you. even if it was a joke. "i don't need you to".

"you know what I meant. I'll do anything you ask me".

after being seated face to face, too far away to actually touch eachother, you got a bit closer so you could rest your head against his shoulder. "can you just hold me tonight? we'll figure it out tomorrow, george". he hummed, appreciating the new point of contact, and closed his eyes.

now with his arm engulfing you in a hug and your head too close to his neck, where you could smell his perfume. you could feel the vibrations in his throat when he started talking again. "yeah yeah, i'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought this out to you today. it's just that, I know you deserve to be treated better, cause you're special, y/n. and I would try every day to be worthy of you, of your love". you two didn't say anything else for a while, leaving you to enjoy the contact between your bodies and think about what he had said. after all this time, you still couldn't understand why he kept putting up with you. so you asked. "why are you so good to me?".

"that's what friends are for, right?"

[charlewiss-writes]

marvel / mick schumacher

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day 17: pet (part of one-word november prompts!)

word count: 0.7k

summary: a calm walk to the park with angie ended with a new addition to your little family.

pairing: dog person!mick x cat person!reader

the morning was cold, but nevertheless, you wrapped up in your favourite coat that reached almost to your toes, and grabbing a hot drink in your little portable mug, you took angie's leash and walked out the door to let her have her daily morning walk, one she always did with mick, since they lived together. but due to him being on the other side of the world due to the ongoing season, you were on charge of taking care of her.

suddenly, the little dog pulled you a little bit harder, and you ended up almost bumping into a person that was squatting next to a tree. you were about to apologize, when you saw a little box at their feet. when the person, that you now recognised as a little kid, saw you, she grinned. "you can help me!". it obviously took you by surprise, but you wouldn't deny help to a little girl.

"yeah, did you lost your parents? do you need help getting to them?"

she laughed, like you had said the dumbest thing ever. "no! with the kitties". until then, you hadn't really looked inside the box, and its contents, but now, really paying close attention, you saw the two little creatures. "you can keep one and I'll keep the other!" the little girl continued with her plan.

until then, too shocked with the few seconds that had passed since angie dragged you here, you hadn't really paid attention to how she was smelling the little cats. thankfully, being the perfect angel that she was, she was very careful and was only interested in discovering who these small, sweet creatures were. it was all so unexpected that the little child was gone when you reacted, and a small, white kitten was left on the box on the floor.

the little creature was as small as your hand, and your heart grew twice its size when she snuggled into your palm. you knew that your boyfriend was mostly a dog person, but you figured that you had a little more time to see your options and what you could do to ensure that the feline got a good life, despite if you could keep her or not.

but how you could even think of gifting her to someone else? when you arrived home, the little angel was so interested in discovering the new place and you were so amazed at how she was moving through the place like she owned it, to actually hear when the front door opened.

you heard how angie started to bark happily at something, but you thought that she was only playing with the tennis ball that she loved to destroy. so you were surprised when, out of nowhere, mick's voice resonated through your apartment. "schatz, are you home?"

you wrapped the tiny creature in a hoodie that was yours, and went to meet your boyfriend, that was already about to enter the room where you currently where. "what do you have there, y/n?"

"it is a long story actually"

your boyfriend laughed a bit, and then focused his eyes to whatever it was that you were carrying, trying to figure what it was. the poor angel was so deeply asleep, engulfed in the warmth that the fabric provided, that it didn't make a sound (apart from the small purring that you were sure mick could hear if he was paying really close attention). "i'm all ears".

so you had no other choice than to tell him what had happened that same tuesday morning. everything, since you left the house, until angie almost dragged you to meet the little kitten that was now sleeping on you. "so, what's her name?" he got closer to you, and moved the hoodie a bit so he could see the small face of the animal. "marvel".

instantly you saw how his eyes lightened up. "you did?". it was obviously a reference to the cinematic universe that your boyfriend so deeply loved, but at the same time, you really thought that she was a wonderful creature that came suddenly into your life, so she really fitted the name after all. she was a marvel. "yeah, do you like it?".

"I love it, schatzi"

"so, can we keep her then?"

"we can, liebling" he said, pulling you close and careful not to suffocate the little pet, brought you into a hug. angie, who was already making his way towards her dad, nudged him a bit with her nose so she could be part of the little gesture of affection too. "we have a little family now" mick whispered, gently kissing your forehead.

[charlewiss-writes]

mein sieger / mick schumacher

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day 15: win (part of one-word november prompts!)

pairing: mick schumacher x reader

summary: after haas had dropped mick in the 2022 season, it had been a whole journey back to feeling like himself again, and returning to the grid.

warnings: poor translated german. not proofreaded enough given that i should be sleeping rn jajdjsjs

word count: 1.2k

abu dhabi, 2022.

you had never seen mick like this.

he was pacing his small driver room, fuming. if he could, he would've been walking on the walls too. the german boy was speaking a mixture of english and german, and you could only pick up a few of the things that he was saying, everything that came off his mouth sounding so unlike him. he, that was normally calm as the ocean, now furious as a tropical storm.

"I can't believe this. they told me i was in! god, i never should have trusted them. now I've got nowhere to go. fuck!" it was so strange to hear him swearing that it caught you off guard. you knew he was furious, and he had every right to be: haas had promised him the seat for next season, and last moment had backed off. mick now found himself stranded, without the chance of picking another team, given that the one where he was currently in made sure that he shouldn't negotiate anywhere else, due to him having his seat for next season secured.

"mick, baby, I'm sure this isn't the end. you'll come back." obviously you had plenty of faith in the words you were saying, but you didn't knew how he would react to them. he continued, now stopping on his track to get close to you. "how? I just fuck up cars. I don't have a single point off the last races. I'm a fucking fraud" at that last sentence, his voice got cut off due to the sob that escaped his lips. you quickly jumped to hug him tightly. and even though he doubled you in size, in that moment, mick looked like a lost child, and your heart broke at the sight. "hey hey, we won't go into that. you know it's not only your fault, mickie".

"yeah, but who's without a seat for next season? me".

you took his head out of the crook of your neck, and looked straight into his eyes, the once blue ocean that you saw in them and that brought you so much calm, now looking devastated, as they were filled with tears. softly, you whispered for only him to hear. "and you'll come back. maybe not next year, but I'm sure you'll find a way. and I'll be here when you get another chance".

—

and mick had been waiting for another chance for a while now.

he maintained busy with activities that didn't involve racing cars during 2023, his first year off, which included building a big portfolio full of pictures he took throughout the year. for the first time in forever, he could be present for birthdays, anniversaries and holidays. and even when you were immensely happy to have him with you, getting to fall asleep and wake up next to him, you knew that on the back of his mind, he was waiting to get a chance back at accomplishing his dreams, an opportunity to come back like he deserved, to fulfill what he believed was meant for him. written in the stars, in a way.

his first step to get back came with joining indycar in 2024, where his old mate callum, who he had raced alongside on f2 during the 2020 season, welcomed him with open arms. and even though the spark in his eyes had lightened up again, still, it wasn't as bright as it used to be.

a spark that you only saw again when 2025 came, and his old friend, sebastian vettel, called on a random evening, announcing that he was the new team principal at ferrari. it wasn't surprising to you when mick told you that the older german wasn't just calling to share the good news: he wanted him to be a driver for the scuderia, the same one that was deeply connected to him and his family due to his father, who had engraved his name in history by becoming champion of the world five times while dressed in red.

so here you were now, back in bahrain, to witness another start of the season, 3 years after the last one you got to see in 2022. with mick dressed in ferrari red, you couldn't do anything less than wear the famous rosso corsa yourself, with the surname of your boyfriend and his number on your back: schumacher 47.

you thought being a few years older, the nerves that came with every racing weekend would have subdued by now. but it was quite the opposite, you soon realised, as the expectations on your boyfriend's back where even bigger than before. not only he was making his comeback, trying to prove everyone that didn't trust him back in haas that they were wrong, but he had to embrace the legacy that came with being a schumacher dressed in red.

thankfully, everything went great. not only the car was working really well with him, being instantly comfortable with it, but also his teammate, charles, was a dream. the two of them had previous history, being close in age and both having the pressure of having their fate already written for them: il predestinato and the prince, heir of the legacy.

—

"it's mick schumacher, and it's his first f1 win here in bahrain! the prince brings ferrari back to their winning ways. 1-2 for the scuderia, with charles leclerc coming second! what a great result for the team, what a great start of the season for the cavallino rampante! I'm sure sebastian vettel is buzzing on the garage!".

mick jumped off of the car as quickly as he could after parking it behind the sign that indicated that he had taken first place and won the race. the other red car parked behind him, in close second, and his dear friend esteban went third. he swore he could be dreaming: not only was he back in the grid, but he was now part of a competent team, with a competitive car where he could fight for wins and podiums, just like he wished all those years ago when he first reached the category.

the blonde boy made his way quickly to the red sea of mechanics that engulfed his body whole when he first got close to them, buzzing with the feeling of another great season for the scuderia after charles got his first world drivers championship a year earlier. once they had let your boyfriend go, he got closer to you, being close but not exactly in the middle of it all. you could swore that his smile right now could have lighten up the whole race track, and even the city, too. his hair was all messed up due to the inevitably sweat that came with being on the car for too long, but he still looked like the most beautiful man to ever exist.

you beamed at him when you reached for his face, grabbing him by his neck to bring him closer, so you could share a little moment where you told him what you had said to him since you've met him, but now, it had more meaning behind. "never been more proud of you, mein sieger".

[charlewiss-writes]

say the word / pierre gasly

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day 4: social (part of one-word november prompts!)

summary: he was a social butterfly and you were quite the opposite. how do you manage to sort it out?

pairing: pierre gasly x reader

word count: 0.7k

warnings: not proofread! poorly translated french (as always). also this is fully self indulgent on my part

everything was fine.

until it wasn't.

you really tried to enjoy the party. and you did, for the first few hours. it was a sponsor event for both pierre, carlos and charles, so thankfully you had charlotte and isa by your side to keep you company when your boyfriend was dragged to talk with different important people.

you had tried to avoid going in the first place, and your boyfriend seemed to understand your reasoning, claiming that it was okay if you wanted to skip it. hell, if he could he would too. these kind of events always pissed pierre to no end, being the worst part of his job according to him. but the girls had tried to convince you for weeks. and you thought, well, could it be as bad as your remembered? maybe you just were looking at the bad side of it -the press, the endless smiles you had to fake, the greetings you had to offer to people that didn't even care about you in the first place-, instead on focusing on the good things: spending time with your friends, your boyfriend, and the funny stories that always came with a night full of booze.

you knew that pierre, being the little social butterfly that he was -even though he denied it every time when you used to make jokes about it all the time- thrived in this environment: loud, packed, with electrifying energy flowing around him. you had met him in a situation like tonight, a few years prior, back when your friends used to drag you out every weekend you had off. but you never liked it that much, preferring to stay at home watching a movie or going to sleep early, always too tired from the week before or the one that peeked ahead.

—

"you promise to tell me when you want to go home, okay? your boyfriend say, grabbing your hands. he currently was on his knees, helping you put on the shoes you were wearing tonight, while staying seated at the edge of the bed. "yes, pierre, you don't have to worry about it" you said, kind of joking, but knowing that he had meant every word he said. he continued "doesn't matter who I'm talking to or what I'm doing, you tell me"

"yes, lovie, I'll tell you as soon as I notice"

—

what you didn't count was with your social battery going out in the middle of the night. a few hours had passed since you arrived at the event, and even though you were having fun with the girls, eventually you just didn't matter anymore, the fake smile and endless amount of small conversation tiring you out way earlier than expected.

even though you promised, you didn't want to bother your boyfriend, who looked to be in an interesting conversation with some older men. so you excused yourself from the table, claiming that you were going to the bathroom but you would come back quick. charlotte had tried to go with you, not wanting you to go through the endless sea of people that was enjoying the party between your table and the bathroom. being the stubborn person that you were, you reassured her with a smile, saying that everything was fine, and started on your journey away from them.

you didn't need to go to the bathroom. in fact, you had no idea where it was. you just needed to find a door, any door, that could get you out of there, your surroundings starting to become blurry and too much to handle with every passing breath.

it scaped your thoughts that pierre would notice about your departure straight away, not even a minute after you had gone away. he made his way quickly to the girls, asking about where you went, and already knowing what the reason was behind your hurried walk.

"hey, why did you disappeared? everything ok?" pierre's voice caught you off guard, along with the sound of the door closing behind him. "yeah, just needed some air" you looked back at him and smiled. he quickly took a seat next to you, and now both were sitting on the sides of the road, just outside the nightclub.

"do you want to go home?" he whispered, kissing your naked shoulder. you smiled and closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours, and his mouth against your skin. caressing his cheeks, you replied "no, pierre, you're still needed here".

"I don't care about any of this, I'll deal with it later. say the word and I'll take us home, mon cher ange (my dear angel)" pierre smiled softly, now returning the soft touch on your cheeks, the same lovingly way you had done to his just a second before. you leaned into his touch "I'm sorry, p".

"nothing to be sorry about. it was boring as fuck anyways. let's go, chéri. I'll prepare a hot bath for both of us".

[charlewiss-writes]

elevators / charles leclerc

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day 23: closer (part of one-word november prompts!)

summary: you were scared of elevators. perfect timing when you get trapped in one with your neighborhood, who was a stranger to you.

word count: 0.8k

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

"can you stop it, please?"

the elevator where you just had entered was about to close its doors when someone asked you to keep the doors from closing. you weren't busy to get to your place, in fact you just had gotten home from buying some groceries, so you kept it from closing, letting the stranger inside. "thank you so much" he said, panting. you recognised the young man as your neighborhood, one that you didn't see often. even though you didn't knew what he did for a living, you knew that he was rarely home since his apartment seemed, most of the year, inhabited.

"floor 5, right?" he said, pressing the number on the little pad that indicated the floors. you nodded, still without looking at him too much. he was truly handsome, and his presence in such a tiny place made you nervous. the seconds separating you from your destination seemed to last longer than they should, like you were trapped there.

until a loud sound and the uncharacteristic pause in movement made you realize you were, in fact, trapped there. the elevator had suddenly stopped.

"oh no, not again" the man beside you huffed, and took his phone out of his pocket to seemingly send a text. still, the sentence that had gotten out of his mouth, like he was alone and nobody was there to hear it, made you confused. "again?".

he turned to look at you, like for a moment, through his annoyance, he had forgotten he wasn't actually alone in the small metallic space. "yeah, it happened to a friend a couple of months ago when he was visiting. though they had fixed it by now" at that last bit, he furrowed his brows, irritated after facing the same problem he thought was solved before.

even if it was a stupid question to ask, given that he didn't know any better than you, the nerves got the best of your logical thinking brain so you asked "do you know how long this is gonna get?".

he looked at you and saw the obvious distress in your face "could be a couple of minutes or hours" he spoke softly, trying to ease the news a bit. and he was right, cause at that, you started to get even more nervous. it wasn't like you had diagnosed claustrophobia, but you knew that the feeling of being trapped made your palms sweat and your breath to quicken. charles must have noticed, since he started to look at you, frozen, not sure of what was happening to you.

he must have heard your ragged breathing or saw how you were picking your nails, cause the man suddenly asked you. "hey, you're okay?". you didn't know why you told him the truth, but you did. "yeah, I just d-don't like elevators that much. and also, closed spaces"

"oh." the man looked concerned, standing now just a bit closer to you, but not too much as to invade your space. "is there anything I can do for you?". you refused, instead resolving to sit down a bit, to try to keep calm. "I just need to sit down for a bit".

when a few minutes passed and your breathing didn't quite get back to normal, you saw that it wasn't going to work out. at the moment, you were hyper aware of the way that the metal was cold against your body, immobile and ungentle against your skin. it didn't help that you didn't have anything else to re-focus your mind to. the idea that came to mind sounded absurd, but desperate times calls for desperate measures. "can you hold my hand? it'll keep me gro-".

he quickly answered, not letting you time to finish the sentence. "yeah yeah, you don't need to explain to me. please, just try to breathe, yeah?".

finally, when the elevator started working again, it was like you could finally breathe again, line you had been drowning in water all these minutes. you didn't actually know how long it had been since the stupid metallic box got stuck, but you were glad that, even if you didn't actually know the guy beside you, he was of great help to keep you alive and breathing during whatever long it had lasted.

"if you need a hand some other time, I'm just a knock away" he said, while signaling to his door that was just across from yours. but before he got in, you realized that you didn't know his name. you just knew him as the man next door. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I didn't quite catch your name. I'm y/n, by the way" you said, smiling. he returned the grin, but for a different reason. the fact that you didn't know his name meant that you didn't know who he was, or what he did for a living. it was refreshing to find someone that didn't had expectations attached to his name.

"charles. charles leclerc".